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Johnny:
Previously on "Graceland"...

[gunfire, people shouting]

[gas hissing]

- I told you,
this is good stuff, huh?

We have a deal?
[gun cocks]

- Uh-huh,
but I want your car keys.

- Back away, or you're gonna die
like the rats in the cage!

- Why didn't Briggs
just tell us?

- 'Cause we never
would've gone through with it.

- [scoffs]
That's bullshit.

- Did you arrest Martun?

I need somebody
who can talk to Ari.

- Well, that sounds like
a very unpleasant experience.

Aah!
[groans]

This still ends
with you burning.

- This, um,
money-laundering bit--

you're gonna have millions
rolling in if it goes right.

- Get to the point.

- I need you
to peel me off some.

I'm not going
to prison, man.

You've been
in my shoes before, remember?

I will never call
on this favor again.

- How much
are we talking?

- Enough to run away
and stay gone.

*

Jakes:
What's important to you?

What is it?

Is it money?

Is it truth?
Is it justice?

What do you believe in?

- Martun Sarkissian,
domestic terrorist.

Agent Briggs, this HSI report
is highly compelling.

- Mm.

- Yeah, highly compelling...

and utterly fabricated.

- "Fabricated"?

There's nothing fabricated
about it.

For example, details--

Did Agent Michael Warren
stumble across a case

via the Deep Net?

Yes, he did.

Did it lead him
to Gusti Kadek Pendit?

Yes, as a matter of fact,
it did.

Did he,
as per his profession,

go undercover with Gusti

and ride that relationship
to Martun Sarkissian?

Yes, yes, and yes.

- And did you generate
the entire series of events?

- You know what, sir?

I don't see my name
anywhere in here.

- You let Adamian burn me.

I've got nerve damage,
Briggs,

and this...

this is permanent.

[shouting]
How could you possibly think

I would sign off
on this bullshit?

- Right now one of the most
powerful weapons dealers

in the world,
a man you sent me after, Logan,

is cooling his heels

in a United States Army
detention facility.

Now, if that file
goes through, Logan,

he never walks free again.

On the other hand,
if that file doesn't go through,

the case
against Martun crumbles,

and a lot of people start asking
a lot of questions.

You know,
you once offered me...

[groans]

A simplification.

You said...

either take down some really
nasty guys and come out rosy

or slog through
a river of shit

and wind up at Rikers.

Well, it looks
like we're floating

in the same boat now,
Captain.

So...

what do you want to do--
roses or shit?

It's your call.

- Warren will have
to sign off on it.

- You can't be serious.

I endorse this,
I perjure myself.

Is that what
you're suggesting?

- Yes, Mike,
that is what I'm suggesting.

- No. No way. You don't get
to win this one, Briggs.

- This isn't about winning
or losing, Mike.

This is about keeping

Martun Sarkissian
off the streets.

- You know, you had me
investigating air.

I mean,
literally a keg of air.

Where do you even get that?
- A prop house in Studio City.

- Do you think I'm an idiot?
- Quite to the contrary.

I think you are a really good
goddamn agent, Mike.

I counted on you being
smarter, better than the next
guy,

and still I didn't give you
enough credit,

because you caught on to me.

- And what
about Gusti, huh?

I sign this, you go free.

He's gonna get shipped
to Guantánamo.

- The truth is that
we covered up Toros' death.

We kidnapped
Martun Sarkissian's daughter,

and we got
Colby Moore killed.

Mike, HSI is this close

from closing the books
on the sarin, this close.

Now, if they start digging,
how long is it gonna be

before they uncover the truth
about your addiction?

- You're an asshole.
- I am not threatening you.

I'm trying to get you
to think this thing through.

Now, look, I know you want
to burn me, Mike.

But do you want to burn
the whole house too?

[electronic music]

*

[camera shutter clicks]

[indistinct chatter]

[camera shutter clicks]

- [groans]

Anything?

- Nothing that will tell us
where Ari's hiding.

- FBI's calling in every favor
on HSI's behalf.

If he's still in town,
the streets will find him,

and then so will we.

- Question is,
are we gonna find him alive?

- Soto.

- They've been out there
for days.

You think they'd be
a little less obvious.

- Yeah, well,
maybe they don't mind

if Ari knows
they're coming.

*

- Hey, big boy.
- Hey.

- You starting early?
- What's up?

- What's up, D?
- Yeah, a little bit.

What's going on?

- So, uh,
where's your girl at?

- Uh, my girl has a name,
her name is Courtney,

and, uh, she's coming.

Listen, I need to tell y'all
something about her, though.

She thinks I'm Dale Jenkins,

a money launderer
out of Miami.

- You told her that
you're a money launderer?

- Yeah, it just
kind of fell out.

- You lie for your job
every day.

How did it just fall out,
Dale?

- I don't know
how it fell out,

but that's just
the situation.

- Mm-hmm. And so what exactly
does that make us?

- My business associates.
- Like criminals.

- Yes, Johnny, I need you to
pretend that you're a criminal.

Can you do that?
Have you done that before?

- You're such
a freakin' hypocrite, man.

- Guys, listen...

I really like this girl,
and I want you to like her,

and I want her to like you.

This is kind of important
to me,

so can we just not
screw this up?

- All right, bro.
- Thank you.

- So where's she at?

- Right there.

- Damn.

- So we're checking
out of the hotel in Miami,

and this maniac
is in the middle of the lobby,

just out of his mind,
wide-eyed, completely naked.

- Butt-ass.
- What? No.

- Butt-ass.

- Covered in blood.
- No.

- Out of nowhere, the guy just
bolts on to the street.

Everyone's screaming,

and he starts climbing
on top of a Jaguar

and yelling,
"Where's Tobey?"

- Who's Tobey? I don't know.
- [laughs]

- Who's Tobey, babe?

- Did you find out
who Tobey was?

- I don't know.
- I don't know. I have--

Okay, so here's the craziest
thing that I've ever seen.

The guy starts kicking in
the windshield--

bare feet, just smashing it in.
- What?

- Whatever drugs that dude
was on, they were good.

- The good stuff.
- PCP, angel dust.

For sure.
- Oh, no doubt, yeah.

- Yeah, for sure.

- Is that part
of your job?

- Hmm?

- I used to represent a company
that put lead paint

in the kids' toys,
so I don't judge.

We all have to make
a living, right?

- This is so true.

Ah.

- Happy birthday.
Drinks are on him.

- Thank you.

- Ah, ha ha.
- Thank you.

- What, you think
I forgot?

- Oh, shit, man.
- Thank you, babe.

- You knuckle draggers
forgot it's her birthday.

- Charlie.
- Oh, my God, Charlie.

I'm so sorry. No, it's--
- It's okay.

It's been so hectic.
No, no big deal.

- Hell, no, it ain't okay, no.

I'm throwing you
a big-ass party tomorrow night,

yo, Johnny T style.

- All right.
- Cheers.

- Happy birthday, Chuckie.
- Happy birthday.

- What are you--25?
- That's right.

- Make a wish.

- Pretty amazing, huh?

- Yeah,
she seems real cool.

- Nah, Joe Camel's cool.

She's something else, man.

- So what
are you gonna do?

- About what?

- You brought Courtney here,

and she doesn't know
who you are.

- Yeah.
If this was me and Lucia,

you'd be calling me
a dumbass by now.

- That's only because you are
a dumbass, Johnny.

I'll figure it out.

- So, what,
you gonna tell her

you've been lying
this whole time?

- I mean, listen,

go from a money launderer
to a federal ICE agent--

I figure as far as lies go,
that's pretty good, right?

- As a woman,
I can tell you

it ain't gonna be taken
with soft applause.

- When I say I'll figure it out,
I will figure it out.

- Okay.
- All right. I got it, man.

- You good?
- Yeah.

[grunts]
Got it.

- Think you packed enough?

- [grunts] Just brought a few
extra things back home with me.

*

$9 million.

9 and change,
but who's counting?

- Jakes, that was a big ask.
I appreciate you, man--

- Don't, man.

You wanted
"go and stay gone" money.

There it is, but this favor

that you keep calling on
every time you've used

and exploited everybody
in your life

who ever gave one shit
about you--

that favor has been paid.

Understand that.

You know,
I used to like you, man.

I used to respect you.

I don't respect you anymore.

[cell phone vibrating]

- I got to take--

Yeah, it's me.
- Yeah, we found Ari.

- You found him?
- Yeah.

Should I call the FBI?

- Uh, no, no.

No FBI, just me.

Where about?

*

[ornaments clinking]

- Why?

It's just weird, Charlie.
That's all I'm saying.

- And here I was,
about to buy you

a bunch of Christmas ornaments
for your birthday.

- I think I'm good
until December.

- No, we never did
the Christmas-tree thing

when I was a kid.

- No?
- My dad said--No.

He said decorating a piece
of lumber was useless labor.

- You serious?
- Yeah.

- We got to throw you
a real Christmas, then.

- Right?
- You're from Texas.

What do you know
about Christmas?

You're from the desert.
- Jesus was from the desert.

- Jesus.
- [laughs]

- Hey, guys.
Briggs home?

- Okay, I'm talking
about winter--

- "Christmas," Christ's mass--
that's the origin--

That's the whole thing.
- Ice skating.

- Guys, I'm not signing off
on the HSI report.

I keep going over it, and...

It's one thing to maneuver
events to your benefit.

It's another thing
to manufacture them

from whole cloth.

I can't sign it.

- Yo, I thought we were done
with this, man.

Can we just move
past it already?

- Yo, Mike, I agree
with you wholeheartedly, man.

I'm done
with Briggs' lying ass.

- What are you even
talking about?

I'm not happy that he used us,
but this is what we do.

We lie to get the bad guys.

That's the job description.

- You don't do it to us.

- Look, I hear you guys,
all right?

But he was doing it
for good reason.

You know, the only people
that went down

were assholes like
Javi Arrabuena, so whatever.

- And Colby and Gusti...

and a laundry list of people

that one way or another
have been consumed,

not by bad guys,
but by Briggs.

- Wait. Hold up.

You're gonna report
all of that?

- Yeah.

Everything.
[chuckles]

We should all get lawyers.

- Excuse me?
- Mike.

- What are you talking about?
- Mike.

Hey, if you want to burn Briggs,
that's fine,

but leave out anything
that points to us.

- I can't.

- No, you can,
and you will.

- When I start doing that,

I'm doing the same thing
that Briggs is doing.

It's retrospective
falsification.

- I don't care
what it's called.

I'm not going
to prison, period.

- That's why I'm saying
we all need to lawyer up.

- You're not hearing me.
- Dale.

- You pissed?

Good.
You should be...

but not at me.

- He's lost his mind.

- Dale, wait.

Mike...

you are out of line.

Out of line!
- No, he's right.

Charlie, it's about time
we started telling the truth.

- What?

- Well, no dis, P,

but you're the one
that helped Briggs

with the red phone, right?
- Yeah, and I owe it to Colby.

But this is exactly
what I'm talking about.

We all act like
we're above the law.

Johnny, you said it. We've been
off the rails for a while now.

- Yeah, but we're still
the good guys.

- No, we have to stop
saying that, okay?

We have to acknowledge the fact
that we are acting

the exact same way
as the criminals.

- Still, I don't think we need
to be facing a goddamn trial,

including Briggs.

- Then let him leave.

[sniffs]

Let him go.

- Jesus Christ.
- What is that?

- Briggs wants to go,
let him go.

Six years ago,

I moved out to L.A.
to follow my kid and his mom...

but she didn't want me there.

But I wanted to be around,
you know, keep them safe.

[child chattering
indistinctly]

So, once they got settled in,

I went to check out
the neighborhood.

Turns out...

they were living next door
to a convicted sex offender.

I wanted to give the guy the
benefit of the doubt, you
know.

I mean, he did his time.

Maybe he straightened up.

But every time
I would pass through,

I would see this guy...

getting more and more
comfortable with my son.

And I couldn't sleep.

I couldn't eat.

Hell,
I couldn't even shit right.

But I could drink.

Then one night I just...

I couldn't sit still anymore.

So I paid him
a little visit...

put the fear of God
into him, you know.

[siren wailing]

[indistinct chatter
over police radio]

[tense music]

*

Maybe he'd back off if he knew
someone was watching.

But this little bitch
starts chirping off,

denying the whole thing.

He wasn't trying to change.

He was just biding his time
with my son.

Some people,
try as they might,

just can't help themselves.

So I took away that option.

[clanging]

I called Paul...

when I had realized
what I had done,

and he came through.

He acted like
he'd done this before.

I didn't have to be there...

so I went home.

And to this day,

I still don't know what he did
with the body.

What I'm saying is, guys...

Paul kept me
out of prison.

I owe it to him
to do the same.

- Where'd you get that from?

- Me and Charlie's op.

- Dale.
- It's $9 million.

We split it up five ways--
- Dale.

- Warren has a clear conscience,
and we all make a clean break.

- What are you talking about?
- Everybody wins.

At least nobody loses.
- Stop!

We're not going to prison!

We're not sending Paul
to prison!

We're not running away
with the ATF's goddamn money!

- You don't want this money?
I'll take the freakin' money!

- You're not taking the--
you're not taking the money!

- This is exactly
what I am talking about!

Okay, this is
what we've become.

Whatever you decide,
I understand.

- I'm not going
to prison, Mike...

not now, now that I--

I'm not going to prison.

- Dale.

Jakes.

*

- Hey, guy.

What the hell
are you doing here?

[solemn music]

*

- [sniffles]

[breathing heavily]

[sniffles, exhales deeply]

- I told you
it would look good.

- What's important to you?

I guess, for me,
it's always been order.

Everything has their place.

You know, my things go here.

Your things go there.

But...

I'm starting to realize
that order doesn't last.

It's kind of like skywriting,
you know?

No matter how nice
you draw them letters,

the wind's
just gonna take it.

- [laughs]

Baby, what are we
talking about right now?

- What's important to you?

What is it?

Is it money?

Is it truth?
Is it justice?

What do you believe in?

- You're serious right now.

Well, it's not money.

I mean, this is all nice,
but it's not happiness.

- Hmm.

- It's less unhappiness maybe
or less inconvenience,

but it's not the end-all.

[sighs]
We're young now.

- Mm.

- We'll be old.
[chuckles]

It's like what you said.
It's skywriting.

What's important
to me is...

someone
who makes me smile...

even when the wind
blows the letters away.

- [sighs]

Do you want to do something
really stupid with me?

- How the hell
you find me?

- Some junkie
spotted your car,

called a friend
who called a friend.

It's the streets, Ari.
You know how it is.

But, you know, if I can look
you up, so can Soto Street.

Now, I did find you a place,
somewhere you can lay low

until it's time to make you
really disappear.

Why don't we go there
for a little bit, huh?

- What happened
to your leg?

- Ah, the FBI
raided my crib.

I'm lucky I got away
with just this.

- You're not lucky.

You're the opposite of luck.

Everything was going fine,

and then you show up,
and it all goes to shit.

- Ari, we still have options.

- Options?
What freakin' options?

Martun is locked up.

My whole family is gone.

I got no money, and I got
Soto Street gunning for me.

- Wow. Sounds like you got
a lot of problems, Ari.

But you know what?

If you find yourself
backed into a corner,

why don't you just--
I don't know--

man up, huh?

Rewrite the playbook, man.

Build your shit
from the ground up.

If they get in your way,
then bowl them over.

That's the--that's the shit
you were doing to me--

that talk that got me into
this shit in the first place.

You are a whispering snake.

- Yeah. Ari...
- You kept pushing me...

and pushing me.
- Ari, we got a problem, man.

Ari, Ari, we got a problem.
Let's go. Let's go.

[tires squealing, gunfire]

Shit.

[gunfire]

[tires squealing]

[indistinct shouting]

- God damn it!
I'm empty!

Sons of bitches!

Sons of bitches!

Guy, guy, come on,
this way!

Son of a bitch!

Aah!
- I'm out.

[indistinct shouting]

- He shot me.
- Go, go, that way.

- He shot me,
that piece of shit.

[shouts]

You like that?

Yeah!
I love it!

I love it!

[shouting]

Come on!

Go!
Go, go, go, go!

- Aah!

- Hey, buddy!

[shouting indistinctly]

- You piece of shit!
- Aah!

[both breathing heavily]

[both groan]
- Shit.

- [groans]
Oh, shit.

[whimpers]
I never been shot before.

- Let's get them!
Come on!

- Yeah?
How do you like it?

[gunfire]

- [whimpers]
It stings like a piece of shit.

[both groaning,
man shouts indistinctly]

How many you got?

- Five or so.

[gun cocks]
- Not good.

- Not good at all.

Ah.

- Okay, guy,
you always got a plan.

What's the plan?
What do we do now?

Huh?

- Come out!

- We lick our wounds,
and we wait.

We wait.

- D.C. has you pegged
as some sort of ideologue...

that you lack
a kind of base pragmatism.

I believe the phrase
"boy scout" was in utterance.

Frankly, I didn't think
you'd make the right decision.

- Is that what this is?

The right decision?

'Cause as far
as I'm concerned,

that right there
is the last

in a long line
of wrong decisions.

- [chuckles]
Here we go.

- You know...

when this all started,

we sat in here,
and you looked me in the eye,

and you told me that I was
responsible for too many deaths.

You were right.

So I set out
to change that.

And what did we get?

We got Samuel O'Malley,
Colby Moore,

Toros Berbarian,
Javier Arrabuena.

- Every fight
has collateral damage.

- Yeah.

Except all those people
would still be alive

if it wasn't for you.

If there were any semblance
of justice in this world,

you'd be paying for that.

But instead, there's this.

There's a tidy, little lie,
where you come out victorious.

Congratulations.

- Thank you.

- No, don't thank me yet.

You haven't heard
my demands.

- You lied to me.

- Yeah.

And you lied to me
from the start, Vin.

- I didn't know
what I was doing, man.

I just wanted the money.

I try to be a good Bali man,
I get nothing.

I try to be an American...

it's much worse, man.

Maybe I did something terrible
in last life.

[groans]

After all this, Vin...

you can't still possibly
believe in karma.

- Of course I do.

- This wasn't
the machinations of Shiva.

This was Paul Briggs.

- [inhales deeply]

You know,
you were a better person

when you believed
in something.

- There's a bus station
a mile north.

Takes you direct to LAX.

You're free.

[cell door buzzes]

- Mike?

- No, don't thank me yet.

You haven't heard
my demands.

- How you doing, guy?

Huh?

You with me?

- Yeah.
Yeah, I'm with you.

- Hey...

you need to get right.

I ain't dying in here.

At some point,
these sons of bitches--

they got to eat.

They got to sleep.

Then we make
our move, right?

- You know,
when I was a kid, they--

they took my class
to the zoo

to see the oldest tiger
in captivity--Orson.

[chuckles]

Ah, he was a--
an incredible animal, really.

22...

man, that's a lot of years
for a tiger.

His eyes were rheumy.

His knees were...

buckling.

The trainers
had to feed him by hand.

It was just sad.

Yeah.

They took that beautiful
specimen out of the jungle,

and they propped him up
to watch him wither.

[sighs]

Maybe this is what's best.

A tiger's not meant
to get old.

- [scoffs]
You keep your fatalism.

I'm gonna be free...

to have a drink of arak,

have another kebab,

stroke another pootz.

[clatter, gunfire]

[indistinct shouting]

- Get down!
Down on your knees!

Get down, asshole!

Paul?

Paul, you up here?

[door opens]

- Ah, shit.

Ah...

- You got to check
a calendar, John boy.

- [chuckles]
No, it's for Charlie's party.

- Oh, word?

- I figured she bought
all these weird-ass ornaments,

so figured might
as well throw her

a birthday/Christmas party,
you know?

- Yeah, she been trippin'
on the ornaments lately.

- Yo!

[laughing] Yo.
- Ha ha.

What you think, man?
- I-I digs it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

You kind of look
like me--

a little, dark-skinned Mexican.
[both laugh]

Yo, where you, uh--
where you going with that?

- Yeah.
No, Charlie and I talked.

Um, change of plans.

- Oh, yeah?
Well, you--

If I call Charlie,
she's gonna vouch for this plan?

Yeah?

Tell me--tell me you're joking
with me right now.

- Just get
out of my way, Johnny.

- All right, D,
that ain't your money.

- It's nobody's money.
- It don't matter.

Look, it don't matter.
People are gonna know.

Charlie's gonna know.

You think that girl's
not gonna say something

about a missing $9 million?

Brother, look at me.

They will come for you.

Y-you know that, right?

All the agencies, everybody,
me included.

- Let them come.

- Yo, look--
look around you, man.

You got a good life here.

- Where, man?

Where--where's
this good life, Johnny?

I don't got a good life.

I haven't been happy
in years, man.

It's been years!

I came out here to raise my kid.
I can't even see my kid.

I don't got a good life.
I got no life!

- You got us.
You got us.

You got me. You got the house.
- The house--

This house is full
of backstabbers and liars.

We're all going to prison

because of the people
in this goddamn house!

- No, we're not. No, we're not.
- Yeah.

- No, we're not. Mike's gonna
sign off on the HSI report.

It's gonna go back
to the way it was.

- I don't want it to be back
to the way it was, man.

I want her.

That's what I want.

Courtney...

she doesn't know you.

I'm sorry to be the one to have
to tell you that, man, okay?

But she don't know you.

Trust me,
I've been there.

You cannot start a life
on a lie--

- The moment I walk out that
door, there's no more lying.

- You're not walking
out the door.

- You can't stop me.

- I can't let you do it.

Jakes, just--

Don't do this, man.
- Don't push me, Johnny.

- God damn it, Jakes.
Don't do this, man.

Don't do it.

Don't do it, man.
Please, man.

[whimpers]

- I love you, Johnny.

Always will, man.

[door opens, closes]

- On your knees now.
- Shut up! Don't look at me.

- Get on your knees right now!
- Look straight ahead.

- Put them up.
- How'd you find me?

- We pinged your phone.

Any more live ones?

Are you all right?

- None back there,
and I will be.

- No, you won't, cabrón.

- No!
- Aah! Aah!

[grunting]
Aah!

- Hey!
- Aah!

- Don't move,
you piece of shit.

- [howling]
Aah!

Aah!

- Paul...

we got to get you
to the hospital.

- Go downstairs.
- No, we got to go right now.

- I got to finish this.
- It's finished!

Look around.
We'll call it in.

- We're not calling this in.

[Ari howls]

- What are you talking about?
- Jakes was right.

If Ari goes
in front of a panel,

his testimony blows
the HSI report to ash.

- [spits]
- We're all screwed.

We can't bring him in.

- The hell we can't.

Paul, we're calling
this in, right?

We're not covering this up!

We're not burying
another body, Paul!

We're FBI, God damn it!
- Open your eyes.

This only ends one way.
Come on.

- Get off me!
Paul, say something!

Say something!

- I need you
to go downstairs.

- Paul...

- [groaning in pain]

[tense music]

*

- Let's go.

- Aah!

[grunts]

- Ari, can you sit up?

Sit up!

- You son of a bitch.

[grunting]

FB-freakin'-I.

I knew it.

I knew it from the moment
I met you, you son of a bitch.

I knew something
was wrong with you.

- Yeah, you wanted me
to be blonder.

- I take you in.

I treat you like family
because I like you.

You understand me...

'cause we're the same.

- You know what?

I do understand you, Ari,
but let me tell you something.

You and me--
we are not the same.

You are a psychopath.

- You got a lot of blood
on your hands, guy.

- Well, this is
self-defense.

- [chuckles]

This is self-defense?

- No, my friend.

This is called
accountability.

Me--I like
to call it karma.

You put yourself
right here, not me.

- It's bullshit!

I'm born into a family...

born into this life.

You choose it.

You're a pretender, Paul.

I feel sorry for you.

- Well, somebody's got
to clean up after guys like you.

- [spits]

[spitting]

You keep pretending,
you actor.

You're a bad actor.

Keep pretending.

Keep pretending.

Ah.

Just checking in...

Dunston.

[inhales deeply]

Ahh...

[exhales deeply]

You know what, guy?
You're right about one thing.

- What's that, Ari?

- No old tigers.

[inhales deeply]

[gunshot]

[solemn music]

*