Original subtitles

- Previously on Graceland...

- Please, you help me!

- How many times do I need to explain this to you?

They're not yours. I'm taking lina.

- We go? - What do you mean "go"?

Look at me! - Aah!

- Hey, hey. Okay.

- What happened to lina? - She ran.

- You're telling me that she overpowered you?

- I wasn't ready.

- You said I need four people to take a bank.

How about, hypothetically, you and me take it?

- Safe-deposit box is a little more complicated.

Blow those the wrong way, you're gonna lose the contents.

- Looks like it's coming along.

- Turn around, okay? The feds are gonna hit the garage.

- What?

[Tires squealing]

- I know you're working with the solano cartel.

- You going undercover at the police station is nuts.

We work with them, Paul.

- Slick work out there today. - Oh, thanks.

Hope I didn't step on your toes.

- You kidding me? The job got done.

That's what matters.

Let's go grab a beer, yeah? - Yeah.

- This is agent Juan badillo.

I am about to approach agent Paul Briggs.

[Gunshot]

- I have guns and drugs in basements by the ton.

- I have a friend who works in international aid.

They load everything into these crates,

fly it up in a plane, and shove it out the back.

I can run the entire operation without him.

- You have the means?

- Papa, I am your son.

- Two weeks, my friend can have a flight plan mapped out.

- Tell me the details.

[Rock music]

♪

- Look at him, back there like some lion

stalking a gazelle or something.

- That's poetry.

- If this goes wrong, then all bets are off.

♪

Man, this is the part where you're supposed to say,

"no, Johnny, sh-- ain't gonna go wrong."

- Sh-- ain't gonna go wrong. - [Sighs]

- There.

Johnny tells me you need 6 tons of product a day, every day.

I can deliver.

- No, that's-- that's impossible.

You see, the f.A.A., the border patrol,

they have this little thing called radar,

and you put a pallet that size out there,

it's gonna pop on their screens, you know.

- No, it won't, actually. Tell them the best part.

- Best part--I got a tract of land with a coverage hole,

right in between the f.A.A. And the b.P.'S radar detection.

Pallets drop right in that sweet spot.

- [Speaking spanish]

[Plane roars overhead]

- Plane's coming.

- Now, gentlemen, for this demonstration,

we'll be using flour to simulate your product.

Keep in mind this is a major delivery system here, all right?

It's not like you dropping trash bags of weed

out of a cessna.

- Uh, sir, when we're up and running,

you should come north and see it.

- No, Johnny, my father-- he doesn't go to the U.S.

- Perhaps, for this, I'll make an exception.

[Rock music]

♪

- [Whistles]

[Clears throat] - This is the way

you want to handle the shipments of my products?

- Complete fluke, sir.

I prom--we can fix that. We can fix this, right?

- You see, father, Johnny has no idea what he is doing.

- You've wasted a great deal of my time.

Okay.

- We can have the cruise ships ready in ten days, papa,

but I might need some help from our policeman.

- Markham? Maybe I'll call him.

[Car doors close, engine turning over]

[Vehicle departing]

[Electronic music]

♪

- Lunch run-- fried chicken again.

- Want me to bring you something from home?

You could use a shave.

- No, I'm fine. How you holding up?

- It's been two weeks and nothing.

She's gone.

- Well, wherever she is, it's better than in there.

I got to go.

- Mike, Mexico didn't go so well.

- [Sighs] How bad?

- Solano's not going with the plane.

- God damn it.

We're so close to this.

- Just say the word. We can end this now.

- No. - Mike.

- No, if the plane didn't work,

this is the only connection to solano I've got.

We just have to hold out.

- Yeah. All right.

Enjoy your chicken.

[Engine turning over]

- And then this guy comes out.

This dumb-ass, fob, wannabe kkangpae killer

comes out with a pair of nunchakus.

- Bullsh--.

- Nunchakus. - Nunchakus?

- I sh-- you not. - Come on.

He was swinging that sh-- around like Bruce Lee.

It was absolutely insane. [Laughter]

I don't-- I have no idea--

- crazy, man. - West?

- Yeah. - Just give us a second.

- What's up?

- Just some old business. Clear out.

- Yes, sir. If you need me--

- yeah, I you know where to find you.

- So solano just called about some cruise ships in Mexico.

[Footsteps approaching]

- Charlie, is that you?

- It's just me. Sorry.

- It's all right.

Make any headway with your missing girl?

- Uh, I've canvassed pacoima,

Santa clarita, San Fernando, and mission hills.

I've hung posters in bus stops, truck stops,

and a community-college ride-share program.

I have dogs in the national forest

and birds over pico canyon.

So, if by "making headway" you mean I've eliminated

pretty much anywhere that a malnourished, penniless,

scared-as-hell, illegal immigrant could go

without anybody noticing her,

then, yeah, I've made tremendous headway.

- Well, you know,

pretty girl, desperate, middle of the night,

think somebody picked her up? - No, I don't.

Mike had three cuts, one on his forehead,

one on his temple, and one on his palm.

One hit of a tire iron, three cuts.

- What exactly are you suggesting?

- I'm not suggesting anything exactly.

- Right.

Look, Paige,

we all know the kid's got a hard-on for the case,

but I'm not sure murder is in his wheelhouse.

- What about cover-up, to keep sulla operational?

- You're with tactical, right? Send 'em in.

- His cover team is FBI, so they're not gonna make a move

without his green light.

- I can make some calls at the bureau.

- I'm not asking you to make calls, Briggs.

I am asking you to help me shut sulla down.

- I can't hit the compound. - You can supersede his orders.

- I can't hit the compound...

But I think I know someone who can.

- What does that mean?

- As close as I've gotten to sid,

he's still keeping me

on the wrong side of the door, you know.

It might be you just handed me the key.

[Electronic music]

♪

- Two weeks I don't hear from you,

and now secret meetings?

- You have to go, from Mexico.

- What do you mean? Why?

- You lost my father's favor, Johnny.

My brother gets the business running,

he'll put you in the ground.

- I can't.

Look, baby, I just need to do this once, okay?

Then I'm done.

We can start over.

- Are you that desperate for money?

You're so greedy that you would risk your life?

- I don't have a choice.

- Hey.

- What'd she want?

- Nothing. To save my life.

- You'd think after some point, she'd stop giving it up

to these Mexican gangsters, you know what I mean?

Guess these idiots never learn.

- Mm-hmm.

Uh, Lucia didn't choose her father, man.

She definitely didn't choose her crazy-ass brother,

but she did choose me,

and I'm lying to her and...

Son, are you pissing in these buckets?

- We don't got a proper toilet in here.

Where you want me to piss? - That's gross!

- Where would you like me to piss, Johnny?

- You're frickin' gross, dude.

- Anyway, I can't make this math work.

It's too much weight to give a soft landing.

I can strengthen the lines, but it'll still land hard.

I could add three or four more chutes,

but then they're gonna tangle into each other.

- Yeah, well, you'll figure something out.

- Thank you. Very helpful.

Hey, you mind, um, taking one of them buckets out?

- Absolutely not.

[Siren wails]

- Hey. Check out wild west.

- Who's the pair of heels?

- I don't know. She looks like a fed.

- What's her agency?

- The smoking-hot agency.

Whoever she is, she's stealing our stuff.

- [Clears throat] West, you got the authorization

to give away department property?

- Uh, hey, boss.

Actually, I was just telling her that she'd need authorization

from someone a little higher on the food chain.

- As you're handing it over to her?

- [Laughs] - Sid markham.

- Karen Bradford, FBI.

- Bureau's going through some cutbacks?

- No, no, we're actually doing long-term surveillance

out in the valley,

and I just got word that our comm system shorted.

So, instead of doubling back, I thought--

- she was looking to find a good samaritan.

- Did I?

- Bring 'em back whole.

Call us first if you need some heads busted.

- Done.

- Got it? - Thank you.

- Yeah. - Stay out of trouble, boys.

- Will do.

[Scoffs]

- What's she working on?

- She took a phone call.

I didn't hear much, but there were cartel ties.

- Hmm. Which cartel?

- Solano.

- West, you got plenty of years under the belt.

I'm sure you've seen how this plays out.

- How what plays out? - Feds.

They got their own agenda.

- I'm not sure I follow you.

- This task force--

we have a handful of cases linked to the solanos,

cases that we've worked for a long time.

I don't want to see that work undone.

- Uh, boss, no disrespect,

but you can either treat me like a toddler

or tell me what the hell's going on here, because I'm lost.

- Uh, you and little miss FBI had some chemistry.

I'd like you to lean in,

see what she's doing with our surveillance gear.

- Oh.

Yeah. Yeah, can do.

- Good. - All right.

- Later.

- Ready? - Go.

- Ugh!

What the sh--, Charlie? - Let's run it again.

- No! Your explosion is too big.

- We're refining.

- Well, you're gonna have to rig half of these boxes yourself.

You're burning the sh-- up, and they're too loud.

Somebody hears, you missed your chance.

- All right, that's enough.

I got a week. I'll get it, all right?

- My wife.

- She's beautiful.

- [Laughing] My God, we were young then.

- [Chuckles] - The horse was a wedding gift.

The children were still children when she passed--

pancreatic cancer.

She fought for 2 1/2 years,

which, if you don't know, is quite impressive.

- I mean, there's no way she raised those kids

without being a strong woman.

- You know what I learned

from her in those last few months?

We have very little time and none to waste.

- Sir, look, I'm sorry. The last thing I want to do

is waste your time. - You already have.

- If we fix the measurements on the crates--

- listen, enough.

Carlito is on the coast preparing the ships.

When he returns, he wants you to join us for a meal

to bury the hatchet, as it were.

And then you will go away.

[Cell phone chimes]

- Yes, sir.

- [Sighs]

[Cell phone ringing, beeps]

- Yo, you can't just call me out the blue out here.

Dude, there's protocol. - I'll make it quick.

I'm just checking on that plane, you know.

You work that Johnny charm on senior yet?

- No, okay, look, can everybody just give me

some goddamn time, please?

- What's holding you back?

- Senior's locked in on carlito

and his dumb-ass cruise-ship idea.

- Uh-huh. How's Jakes coming on the parachute fix?

- Hopefully he comes up with something

before carlito kills me.

- Be safe, Johnny boy. Don't be a hero.

- All right, I got you. - All right, later.

[Doo-wop music]

♪

[Knock at door]

- How'd it go?

- What?

- How'd it go with sid? He take the bait?

- When I give him the address, he'll mobilize.

I need you to get Mike out of that compound.

- You think sid's gonna take a shot at him

if he gets the chance?

- I think best-case scenario, we've got chaos.

If bullets start flying-- - if bullets start flying,

we don't have an arrest-- we have a bloodbath.

You can get my girls out? - Whatever it takes, Paige.

- Then I can get Mike out.

- [Exhales deeply] Man.

[Sighs]

- So a couple of Martinis in,

and things got a lot less classified.

Apparently, it's a sex-trafficking ring

in sylmar.

- Really? - Yeah.

- Solano's had his hands in a lot of pots,

but it's never been girls.

- Hmm. Well, it's definitely solano.

His son set it up. - [Scoffs]

No kidding.

- The thing is, they would've shut it down a long time ago,

but the guy who's running the joint--

he's got a cop in his pocket.

- Cop? - Mm-hmm.

- [Scoffs] That's a shame, uh...

And they know for sure?

- That's what they pulled off the wire.

He didn't name any names,

but the guy chatters, you know, a lot.

So they're just waiting.

- Um...

Did you get the address?

- No, but I'm sure I can. - Yeah, yeah.

Let's--let's get that.

- All right.

- Sooner the better. - [Chuckles]

Yes, sir. - Good work.

- Yeah.

- Johnny...

Tell us--

what do you think you will miss most about Mexico?

- There's this fog in the mornings,

and it sits right on top of the grass.

It's beautiful.

- [Speaking spanish]

Wow. He's such a perfect woman, no?

[Laughs] - It is beautiful.

You would know if you didn't sleep all day.

- Ah.

I think we have something here that you will like

more than our, uh, fog...

[Speaking spanish] [Cell phone vibrating]

Spit-roasted pig.

- You have to excuse me.

- Johnny, do you--

do you want to-- do you want to carve?

- Carlos, please.

- Nothing good ever comes from this area code.

- You, uh--you aware your son's selling women like meat

out of sylmar?

- You are mistaken. Carlito's here with me.

- No, no, it--he set it up.

It's active right now, and the feds are sitting on it.

- No. He would not do that...

[Sighs] Not without my permission.

- Well, with or without your permission,

carlito and his guys are dragging me into it.

Junior went behind your back,

so it's time to show him who's in control, please.

[Cell phone beeps]

- You ask a gringo for carnitas, they take you to del taco.

- Put the knife down, Carlos.

- I recognize that tone.

- I've looked away too many times--

your friends, parties, and activities.

Now you've jeopardized everything I've built.

- I-I-I don't know what you're talking about.

- Put the knife down, Carlos.

- Papa,please-- - ahora!

[Knife clatters]

- Please--

[groaning]

Papa, please don't be mad.

- You think you can lie to me?

You think you can keep secrets from me?

- Johnny, figure out that goddamn plane.

I no longer do business with...

Those who betray me.

- Dude, it was crazy.

I'm talking bout, like, Floyd Mayweather-level beatdown.

I almost feel bad for carlito.

- And he just flipped his lid, no reason?

- He didn't even say anything. That's the crazy part.

- Wonder if it's the limp-wrist thing?

- Nah, he's been looking the other way for years on that.

- Hmm. - This was something bigger.

- Maybe something went wrong with the cruise ships.

- What does it matter?

I mean, we got our second chance.

- I mean, if we can make this work,

which I don't even know--

- what do you mean you don't know?

- I don't know, Johnny-- that's why we need to find out

why solano's all of a sudden busting skulls, you get it?

- Yeah, I get it.

- Why are you still here? Go find out.

- [Scoffs] All right.

Damn.

[Cell phone ringing]

[Cell phone beeps] - Hey.

Never thought I'd say this,

but I'm actually kind of happy to hear your voice.

- Yeah, the feeling's mutual, man.

- So what's up, man? You okay?

- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I think so.

Charlie's pregnant.

- You got to be kidding me.

- I'm not kidding.

- Jesus Christ.

Y'all idiots never heard of condoms?

- D.J., could you press pause on being an asshole

for two seconds?

- Okay. All right.

- Listen, man, the reason why I called you

is 'cause you've been on these ropes before.

- Yeah, and I learned one thing.

With Daniel and his mom,

restraining order and all that bullsh--,

I still wouldn't trade it for anything.

- Right.

Listen, man, I got to go. Thanks.

- I didn't even say much, but take care of yourself.

[Cell phone beeps]

- [Sniffs]

- You look like crap.

- Aw, shucks, right in time for the beauty pageant too.

- I'm serious, Mike.

It's not healthy, the way you're operating.

- I'm not pulling the plug on sulla.

- I'm not asking you to.

Go back to Graceland.

Get some rest, some real rest.

- Somebody's got to watch the girls.

- Sulla's been on his best behavior

since you got there, right? - Still...

It's good to have somebody on the inside.

- You know, I forgive you...

For everything that happened

and for everything...

Between us.

I forgive you,

so, if you're going in there for me...

Don't.

- My own bed.

Some real rest, huh?

You're right.

- Okay.

See you tonight.

[Engine turning over]

[Cell phone clicking]

It's done.

- All right, so hold off tactical

as long as you can, all right? - Got it.

You give him sulla's address yet?

- I'm about to.

I got to go. Talk to you later.

[Cell phone beeps]

Hey, boss man. - Hey.

- If anybody finds out I gave this to you--

- it'd be your ass, I know. - Oh, you know it.

- You trust me?

- Yeah.

- Archie, call buildings and safety

and get blueprints.

I want approaches from every angle

within the hour.

- Okay, but, uh...

- We're good. I want to move on it today.

- Okay, great.

Well, you know, blondie's gonna be there with backup?

- We just got to get creative.

- You know, she did say they were set up

a ways off the perimeter.

If we move quick, block the ins and outs,

we should be able to buy a little lead time, yeah?

- All right, I'm on it.

- Sid, I want to roll with you today.

Come on, man, I'm either in this, or I'm not.

- [Clicking tongue] Grab your vest.

- Word.

- Hello?

Anybody here?

[Sighs]

- Did you come to throw barbs, Johnny?

To make a joke of me?

- No.

- It would be fitting.

- What is this?

- Corn, uncooked.

- [Sighs]

Bet it hurts a little bit, huh?

- [Groans]

- I never wanted to be your enemy, Carlos.

I never wanted that.

- The things we want and the things we get,

and nary shall they meet.

- They can. Dude, work on the planes with me.

- It's too late, Johnny.

I'm just a houseboy now.

- No. I can convince your father.

- No, my father does not forgive betrayal.

- How'd you betray him?

- He doesn't see women as a commodity.

We differ on that front.

But you see, Johnny, the solanos--

we do not forgive, and we do not...

Forget.

- Okay.

- Yo, I wasn't sure

if you were still under with sulla or not.

- Yeah, I needed a breather. Why?

- Hey, I just got it confirmed from carlito.

We're getting a second test run with the plane

because senior found out about the girls.

- Wait. What did you just say?

- Apparently dad knows about sylmar and does not approve.

- Thanks.

[Truck horn blares]

- God damn it.

- Carlos solano just found out about the girls.

- How did you--I mean-- what does that mean?

- It means that sulla's living on borrowed time.

There gonna burn this place down just like everything else.

- The last thing you should be doing is going in there, then.

- I got to get sulla out. - No, Mike!

- He's all I have! - Mike! No!

- Hi, miss MacKenzie. Hi, Alison.

[Indistinct chatter on TV]

- Where is he?

[Chatter on TV continues]

[Sirens approaching]

- Civilians are priority one. I won't suffer casualties.

- What's going on? - Looks like p.D.

I can call downtown. - No, there's no time.

Come on, we're going.

[Tires screeching]

[Distant sirens wailing]

[Tires screeching]

[Sirens wailing]

- Go, go!

- Hurry up, guys. Let's go. Come on.

- Time to suit up.

- Sulla! Sulla.

- Piece of sh--. Do you mind?

- Come on, we got to go.

- Prison's gonna be hard for you.

- What the hell is this? - Oh, my God.

[Drawer opening] - What the hell is this?

- Oh, my God, it's a police raid.

I have to get you out of here.

- I'm not going anywhere with you.

- Carlos solano sent them!

They're not here to arrest you. They're here to kill you.

[Distant gunfire] Let's go!

- No! No! - Come on!

- Infirmary's our best shot.

- [Whispering] Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Go, go. Go, go, go.

Police. It's okay, come on.

[Sighs] Hey.

Listen, that way, to the right. Keep going, don't look back.

Go.

- Okay, those are our two best entry points.

Okay? Let's go.

- Police! Let me see your hands!

Let me see your hands!

- No, no!

No, stand down!

Don't run. Walk. Walk towards me.

[Speaking russian]

[Women screaming]

It's okay! [Speaking russian]

It's okay. It's me, anika.

It's okay. It's okay.

I'm here to protect you. It's okay.

Anika, it's okay. It's okay.

Come on, it's okay. Come on!

- [Breathing heavily]

- These girls need medics. Go.

- Warren's still inside.

- Get them out of here.

Go! Get them back!

- [Screams] - Stay back!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. - Stay back!

- [Whimpering] - Stay back!

Put your guns down!

Stay back!

I said put 'em down now! Do it!

[Woman crying]

You think I won't do it?

Drop 'em now!

I swear I'll shoot her! - [Screams]

- Put 'em down! Put 'em down! - Okay, how about this?

- Okay, okay, how about we all put 'em down?

How about on three, okay?

Ready?

One, two...

We're gonna put our guns down on three.

- [Whimpering] - Now!

- Two--okay. Okay, two.

Paul? - Yeah.

- You ready?

Shh, shh, shh. We're good.

We're good. We're good.

Three. We're good.

- [Screams]

[Sobs] - Hey, hey, hey, hey, run!

Run! Go! That way!

- Here.

- Sulla, watch out!

[Grunts]

[Doorknob rattles]

[Gunshot]

- Okay, okay.

Hey, o-okay.

Okay.

[Gunshots]

- Everybody, hands up!

- Everything's-- everything's good.

We're all on the same team here.

[Electronic music]

♪

- I knew sex trafficking was a top priority for the chief,

so we put word out that we were looking for leads.

An anonymous tip came in.

- Apparently, one of the girls made a run for it, got away.

Maybe she's the one that called it in.

♪

- No, no, no.

Sid markham and his team are on the solanos' payroll.

They've been cleaning up the solanos' messes.

This was an act of self-preservation.

♪

- Perpetrators were well-armed,

disinterested in capture.

In order to protect the victims and ourselves,

we had to make tough calls.

- I don't think anybody wanted a bloodbath,

but under the circumstances, was it necessary?

Yes.

- It wasn't pretty in there.

They had eight girls held captive--

not anymore.

♪

- You're not listening to me.

Okay, how many tactical ops end with a 100% fatality rate?

This was premeditated mass murder.

- You witnessed murder, legally speaking?

- He shot someone right in front of me.

- According to your statement,

"John sulla drew his weapon

before lieutenant markham opened fire."

- [Laughing] Well, of course he did.

This was all a setup. Th--this--

[sighs]

[Cheers and applause, whistling]

- We're heroes.

- [Chuckles] Yeah, I guess it depends on who you ask.

I guarantee my new friend doesn't think so, sid.

You know, if she talks, she's done,

but she is gonna ask me why we went in under their nose

and everyone died, and I don't know what to tell her.

- I know what you tell her. You tell her nothing.

Good job. I'll call you.

- Guy murdered seven people right in front of me,

right in front of Briggs.

Couldn't do anything about it, and now my one lead...

Is lying in the morgue.

- I hate it as much as you do,

but sulla hasn't been helpful in weeks,

and sid's team got the girls out safely, so...

- So you're saying it's all for the best, huh?

- No, I'm saying it's not a complete loss.

- I don't know why Briggs didn't give me a heads-up, though.

I mean, he had to know sid was putting

this whole thing in motion. - You're gonna have to ask him.

I talked to the girls.

I asked them about lina. - [Sighs]

Yeah?

Did they have any idea where she might've went?

- Nope.

They didn't know anything about her escaping.

It's pretty weird, right?

- I didn't tell the girls she escaped.

[Door opens, closes]

Well, well, well...

You're kind of a son of a bitch, huh?

- [Sighs] There was nothing I could do, Mike.

- Right. How'd sid find out about sulla?

- Man, you got me.

But once he got the tip, he wasted no time

putting everything into motion, that's for sure.

It was better to swing with the pendulum than resist it.

- Couldn't find any way to warn me?

- How? By the time I knew what was happening,

I was standing right next to sid,

literally, you know, pole position.

- I mean, send me a text, give me a call, call Paige.

- No, Mike, I couldn't.

I was busy earning the guy's trust.

That's what you assigned me to do, remember?

- So you guys screwed me, huh?

We lost everything.

- You're not hearing me, brother.

Sid is finally bringing me into the fold.

That's what you always wanted, remember?

We gained everything, Mike.

I mean, I made myself an mvp to the guy today.

Damn near confessed everything to me.

- You're in.

- I am all the way in.

- Well, the guy mowed down seven people

right in front of us, and we can't do anything,

so he's got to act again.

- Yeah, hey, once he realizes

his retirement plan has disappeared

from those safe-deposit boxes, he will,

and your boy's going to be standing right next to him

when he makes his move, okay?

- Right.

- Johnny. - Look, babe, I got to go.

I got to go. - Look, Johnny, stop.

Listen to me. I know you're going to meet my father.

Listen, for years,

I felt like this is my family, my blood.

I had an obligation to love them.

They have no love, not even for themselves.

- Your father loves you.

- My father will love me until I threaten him,

and then it will be me with the broken face.

Listen...

You said, "one time."

Did you mean it?

- Yes, once, and then I'm out.

- If you're lying to me,

you're gonna have a third solano to worry about.

- I'm not lying to you.

- All right.

After this is done, we take the money,

and we get out of here, for good.

- Okay. Yeah.

- Go show my father your plane and come back to me.

We have a lot to talk about.

- Same amount of product as before?

- To the ounce.

- But we've added an extra feature,

so just keep your eye on it.

- It's clever.

- Inflatable raft with a ripcord.

When the chute deploys, the raft inflates.

- Go home, make the necessary arrangements.

In one week's time, we begin the shipments.

- Thank you, sir. We'll be ready.

- Señor solano, I-I think I should stay in Mexico

until we're up and running.

- Your business is north now.

- No, Dale can handle the drop zone.

I want to stay.

- Johnny, I don't usually give second chances.

Go home.

- What the hell was that?

You fall in love with the homeland?

[Engine turning over]

- I told her I'd be back.

- You told Lucia you'd be back?

I thought you said it yourself-- - it's not that simple!

Hey-- - Johnny, it is that simple.

You do your frickin' job, man! - I am doing my job.

You do yours.

Don't--don't even-- don't do that.

Don't do it. - Do what you want to do.

- [Sniffles]

- Sauce, huh?

- Been too long.

- Way too long.

- You want to hear the story?

- I know the story. - [Chuckles]

Jakes called. Him and Johnny are coming home.

- Oh. When? - Now.

Mike and Paige are done at sylmar, so I just thought...

You know, Graceland used to be a safe haven, you know...

For all of us.

I don't know when, but we lost that.

- Well, you know, it doesn't have to stay that way.

- Yeah.

- Charlie, baby, turn around. Look at me.

Listen, um...

I want you to know that if it--

if it was gonna be anybody, it would be you.

I really want to keep it.

- [Chuckles]

[Laughs]

You want to help me cut the peppers?

- Yes, I do.

[Cell phone ringing]

- Test, test.

This is agent Juan badillo.

I am about to approach agent Paul Briggs

regarding his role in the deaths of five agents

in the safe-house fire.

I am undercover as the caza mercenary

known as jangles.

[Dog barking]