All language subtitles for GRACELAND - S02 E04 - Magic Number (720p Web-DL)

- Previously on Graceland...

- For the last few months,

I've been investigating
a theory--buses.

Smuggling contraband
in passenger buses--

and the FBI has given me
a team to prove it.

You guys will be
working for me.

This whole case
hinges on carlito solano.

- What's your name?
- Johnny.

- I just want visitation,
cassandra.

We can tal--
- excuse me, Mr. Jakes.

Step back, please.
- Okay.

- We've got
a restraining order, Mr. Jakes.

- Okay, all right!
All right!

- Who's that man?
- I'm your father!

- What happened?
I thought you were going to

go live with your kid
or something.

[Grunts]
Oh!

- Someone's responsible
for making her a widow

and making
that kid fatherless.

She's drinking again.

- I think I know you.
Name's Kelly.

- I don't remember you
from meetings.

- I pretty much keep
to myself.

- Took me a long time
to open up.

- Yeah, about your husband.

- So you got nothing.
- Nothing bus-related.

I could show you
the tinker bells.

- That is a different girl,
with the same...

- Same backpack.

- Look, it's tinker bell.

"Sylmar."
What is in sylmar?

- He says go!

- I need you to take this,
and I will find you.

I promise.

- Bus 118 drops
all its passengers off

and ends up here.

- Hey, where's Paige?
- Sylmar.

[Cell phone vibrates]

[Soul music]

♪

- All right, hand me
the open-ended half-inch.

Thank you.

All right.
Give it a shot.

[Engine turns]

- Like a kitten.

- How did I not know that you
were actually a master mechanic?

- 'Cause when people find out,
they make me fix their cars.

- Well, it's a good thing
I chose you over zelanski,

'cause there's going to be
a lot of bus-related questions.

- Am I ready.

- You can shift
into all gears,

but you hear a clunk
when you drop it into reverse.

[As Howard Payne from speed]
What do you do, hot shot?

What do you do?

- You replace
the shift rod grommet,

'cause that bitch is missing.
- Yeah!

- How about your cover?
- Uh-huh.

- You memorize
the Jenkins resume?

- Ugh! I have done this before,
boss man.

- Just making sure.

This is our one way
into that bus garage.

What title did you hold
at greyhound from 2002 to 2005?

- Mr. congeniality?

I'll study tonight.

- Hey, one more thing
to remember about the buses.

- Mm-hmm.
- The wheels go round and round.

- Mm-hmm.
Thank you.

- [Kisses]

- Relax.

- Yo, Charlie, why do you waste
your money on this stuff?

- 'Cause I like to know
who wore it better.

- You got letters from, like,
four different lawyers, man.

- You heard of privacy?

- Is this
your contingency plan?

- This is the plan--

figuring out how to rip
one of these apart.

I mean, border patrol,

they miss a lot,
but they're not idiots.

If the solanos are hauling
tonnage in a commuter line,

they're not going to be
jamming their product

into the luggage compartments
with the carry-ons.

- They built it in.
- Mm.

So we're going
to rip one open,

and then we're going
to have proof.

Anything actionable
in that girl's letter?

- Girl's name is lina,

and she's writing
about dancing

and sending money home.

- Nothing about
the solano cartel?

- No, Mike.
She was scared and lonely,

and she wrote a personal letter
home to her family.

- [Sighs]
I'm sorry.

- I'm starting to think
that Jakes was right.

I don't think lina
was just a mule.

- You said that she swallowed
drug balloons.

- She did, but the guys
that recruited her

were looking for models
and dancers.

Pretty is not a prerequisite
for muling.

- Sex trade?

- Look, I don't have much
to go on,

but if you can give me a team,
I can go up to sylmar,

I can kick some doors in.

If we're lucky,
maybe we find her.

Maybe we find the tinker bells,
okay?

Or at least somebody
who knows where they are.

- Connect this thing
to solano.

Go kick down some doors.

- Thank you.

[Giggles]

- Sorry, Mr. Jakes.

There's really nothing
we can do.

- I'm never going to see
my son again.

Is that
what you're telling me?

- It'll be difficult,
considering your behavior.

- My behavior?

I quit my job for him, okay?

I got a new apartment
for him.

Is that the behavior
you're talking about?

'Cause now
I'm a little confused.

- Look, sorry,
there's really nothing I can do.

I'll send you
a list of colleagues

who might be able to help,
okay?

How's that? Good-bye.
- Thank you.

[Electronic music]

♪

[Siren wails in the distance]

- You know, I think after
listening to the same stories

over and over again
for six months,

these things,
they should turn solid gold.

- To one meeting at a time.

- Oh, yes.
- [Chuckles]

- You look good.
New job?

- [Laughs] Receptionist,
just part-time.

- That's something.

- Something.
I miss my law firm.

- What happened to it?

- Ten years sober,
Juan dies or whatever,

I get drunk...
[Laughs]

And suddenly
I'm scraping bottom.

- Well, didn't your husband
work for, like, the FBI

or something like that?

I'd think
with a job like that,

he'd have pretty good
life insurance, no?

- I mean, he did,
or he does.

It's just he's not
officially gone,

so I don't get any money.

- Officially gone?
What does that mean?

- Well, they believe
that Juan was murdered

by some Mexican psychopath,

and they never found his body,

so the FBI won't pay
his death benefits.

- That's bullsh--, man.
- It is.

It's $230,000 worth
of bullsh--.

- There's nothing you can do?

- No.

I mean, sometimes I wonder
if he's still alive,

and maybe he ran off
with another woman.

- No, don't, don't.

- All they found was his key.

It was on the psychopath's
key chain, so...

Wherever Juan is,
I guess he's locked out.

[Crow cawing]

[Tense music]

[Distorted speech]

[Laughter]

[Distorted voices]

- That's new.

- What?
- You were gasping.

Did something happen with Kelly
last night?

- No.

No, we just chatted for
a little bit after the meeting.

She still hasn't received
Juan's death benefits.

- What?
- Yeah.

- [Scoffs]

- She's owed
a couple hundred grand,

but, uh,
bureau hasn't found a body,

and so they ain't kicking out.

- Goddamn penny-pinching FBI.

We said
we'd do something for her.

Let's get her
what she's owed.

- Come on, Chuck,
how are we gonna do that?

- [Retching]

[Groans]

[Retching]

All right, yeah,
nothing to see here, guys.

- Ride that porcelain highway
all the way to the last exit,

my brother.

- Here, baby, wipe your mouth.

- Thanks.
[Clears throat]

- Need me to hold back
your dreads or something?

[Toilet flushes]
- [Coughs]

- D.J., my man, what is up?
Talk to me, bro.

- I'm forced to realize
that life sucks,

everything hurts,
and nothing is good.

- Anything you need from me?

- Yeah. Mike.
Can you just...

I don't want him
to see me like this, man.

- Oh, yeah,
I'll run some "d" for you.

- Anybody seen Jakes?

- Uh, just the man
I wanted to see. Mike.

- [Coughing]
- Uh, I wanted to talk to you

about the chore wheel,
and it's been the same...

- What is this?

- Oh, nothing. He just had
a bad taco from Hector's.

- [Laughs]
- Um...

- I can't believe
you're doing this.

- Warren,
cut him some slack, man.

I mean, look,
this is not our Dale Jakes.

He's going through some sh--.

- Look, we all go through sh--,
all right,

but we don't all end up
wrapped around a toilet seat

30 minutes before an op.
- I feel good, though, Mike.

I got...
[Sniffles] I got the devil out.

I feel good now.
- See?

You know what,
why don't I tag along today

just to play buffer
between you two,

maintain
operational integrity?

- Get him in the shower.

- Suit up.
- Yeah.

- Look at this.
Our team in hermosillo

just caught fire
from the caza cartel,

and I'm already
taking heat on this

because Warren found nothing
on those damn buses.

- He's close.
- Close?

We're collecting injuries,
and I'm pulling the plug.

- Give him till the end
of the week.

- [Laughs]

You realize
that we've already

gone out on a limb
on this twice.

- Put Mike under me.
I'll run the op.

- Okay.
But if it goes bad...

- Then I'll take the hit.

- Yes, you will.

[Door opens]

- Birmingham greyhound depot,
huh?

- Yes, sir.
Good music, better barbecue.

[Laughs]

But I moved back here, so...

I mean, you can go ahead
and call my references.

- I'm not worried
about your skills.

- Hmm.

- I am worried
about the warning signs.

- Warning signs?

- Tried to mask it,

but I'm a bloodhound
when it comes to whiskey.

Can't stop it
from seeping out of your pores.

- What? You told me to get him
in the shower,

not scrub his taint.

- I had a couple last night,
but...

You know,
scotch isn't illegal.

- Yeah,
I remember those days.

The life I wanted
was right here,

but I was burning rubber

in the exact
and opposite direction,

and you know how I fixed it?

- Asked siri?

- I got clean.
Not a drop since 1998.

- Wow.
Congratulations.

- [Sighs]
I don't need a parade.

I did
what was necessary for me.

- Look, I had one bad night
last night, okay?

This is not gonna be a regular
thing, I can assure you.

- I am sure
you're a decent enough mechanic,

but I need guys
I can rely on.

- Yeah. I'm that guy.

- No, you're not, not yet.

- I should have went
with zelanski.

- You know what your problem is,
Warren?

- What's that?
- You've got no loyalty.

- I think I just got bent over
by loyalty.

- D.J., listen, man.

[Inaudible dialogue]

- What was that?

- You said
you need hands on that bus.

Jakes is the guy
who can get it done.

- What'd you give him?

- Loyalty.

- Look, I said we're done.

- Six months.

This is the most time
I could ever get.

I swear to God, man, I'm trying,
but I don't got a blueprint.

- You still going to meetings?
- Yeah, all the time.

You know how it is, you get
some sh---y news, and...

Back at square one
with a glass in my hand.

- Yeah, well, you need to find
the right environment.

- I know.
That's why I came back.

I need the structure,
and--

listen,
I know I can do the work.

- I'm not hiring a project here.
I'm hiring an employee.

- But I know you understand.

Someone gave you
a second chance, right?

- [Sighs]

You can start tomorrow?

- Absolutely.

I'll be here, rested...
- Yes!

- And ready
to start at 8:00 A.M.

- Thank God
for savior complexes.

- Mm!

- Hey, sweet thing.
- Hey.

- You going back
to the parlor?

- Mike wants me to see
if there's any street chatter

about Paige's girls
and solano.

Plus I was hoping
maybe I could catch

something that could help us.

- What are you talking about,
huh?

- I talked to the FBI today

and pretended to be
one of Kelly's lawyers.

- And?

- And I said that jangles
is a serial killer,

he had Juan's key
on his key ring--

give her the goddamn money!

- How'd that go for you?
- Not good.

They're not going
to give her sh--,

so we have to get it for her.

- What are you talking about,
Chuck?

What do we have to do?
We going to rob a bank?

- We don't have to do anything.
I have to do something.

- This is really,
really impressive.

Like, cirque du soleil-level
bendiness.

- Shouldn't he have given us
the takedown by now?

- He's just doing
a really thorough job

of making sure
it's a brothel.

- Oh, she's dope.

Can I mix and match,
like at 31 flavors?

- Just say it, Johnny.

- Those all the options?

No one hiding in the back
or anything?

Well, then, I really hate
to ask this, more than you know,

but do you take
American express?

- That's it, go.
Go, go, go!

- Come on, look, I thought
it was a teahouse!

Look, I just wanted to get
some oolong, I swear to God!

Damn!

- You're under arrest for
the solicitation of prostitution

and operating a house
of ill fame.

- My girls are hostesses,
nothing more!

- Mm-hmm,
good luck proving that.

I'm about to make your life
a living hell,

unless you cooperate.
- Cooperate?

- Tell me
about the pink backpacks.

- Backpacks?
What are you talking about?

- The eastern European girls
that come in from Mexico

and get dropped off here
in sylmar.

- Talk to my lawyer.

- Get in.

- Don't let her take me.
Don't let her take--

ow, okay.
- She's involved.

- You sure?

- She knows something,
and she just lawyered up.

- All right, so find yourself
a loophole, p.

Come on, get your girl.

- Still thinking
about how your crazy ass

ended up all bloody
the other day.

I got a feeling you like
walking on the wild side.

Friday night, me and the boys
are hitting up some clubs.

My place.

- [Grunts]
Mm!

So I guess carlito liked
the pistols I got him.

- Hmm.

- I was thinking maybe we could
stick with the same theme,

you know, like, amaze him
with a bottle of that Tequila

that we got.

What you think?
Yeah? No?

- Listen, man, I'm glad

you're heading into this thing
full throttle,

but lest we forget,

that guy shot his own man
in the neck for fun.

- So you're saying be careful?

- I'm saying, why stand out
when you can blend in?

You've already shown him
Johnny the amazing.

Maybe now it's time
to fall back a little bit,

just be one of the posse.

[Tattoo machines buzzing]

- You're making sure
her eyes are haunting, right?

- Most hauntingest eyes
you've ever seen.

[Hip-hop music playing]

- Yo, larezo, you ready?
- Char, do you know

where the transfer paper
ended up?

Larezo wants another dagger.

- To match the one I did before?
- Yeah.

- Above the sink.
- Mm-hmm.

- Hey, you know larezo?

- I might.

- He's, like,
the king of the West Side.

You think you might be able
to introduce me?

- Why do you want to meet him?

- Professional interest.

- You a junkie?

- [Laughs]
No.

No, flipped that coin.

- Yeah, I don't know.

I mean, are you going
to waste his time?

He ain't into that sh--.

- No, I'm legit.

I just inherited
a stable of horses.

I'm just looking
for some good homes.

- Hey, um...

How much "h" we talking about?

- [Laughs]
Plenty.

Plenty, plenty.

- Boss, you got a second?
- [Sighs]

Walk with me, talk with me.

- Well, I just want
to let you know, um,

if you ever need any extra help,
I'm always willing.

- Keep your pants on, Jenkins.
You just got here.

- My belt's buckled.

Just, you know, if there's
any overtime opportunities

or anything, you know,
I'm your man.

- You need the dough, or you
just trying to stay too busy

not to land up in a bar?

- I do like that overtime pay,
I can't lie.

You know, just trying
to get back up to zero.

- Okay, I'll tell you what.

You show me
some more stability,

and we'll talk
about the extra green.

- Thank you.

118.

118's our magic number.

Every other bus flows in, out,
no problem.

118 gets in bay five,
full lockdown.

- One bus, one bay.

Ah, that makes our job
a whole lot easier.

- So what's our next move?

- Next move is we get 118 alone,
give my guys 20 minutes,

they tear that thing
bolt from bolt.

Find out
how they're hiding the product,

plant some trackers,
and trace that thing

all the way back
to the cartel.

- Follow the drugs to the money,
the money to solano.

- Exactly.

What kind of security
they got on that bay?

- It's like
a fob key card thing.

- You think you could get
close enough to Lawrence

to make a mirror
of his key card?

- Give me the technology,
I'll make it happen.

- Make it happen by tomorrow?

- Don't you worry
your pretty little blond head.

- Where is my lawyer?

- In homeland security threats,

they don't get lawyers
right away.

We get to take our time.

We took a look at the computer
at your office.

Turns out
you've been corresponding

with a suspected
xinjiang separatist.

- These are emails to a nurse
taking care of my parents.

- On the surface,

or it could be instructions
to a violent extremist.

It's really hard to tell.

So what you need
to understand is

I don't give a sh-- about you
or your business,

but I will destroy you if you
don't give me what I need.

- Full immunity.

- Okay, what happens
to the eastern European girls?

- A blond girl
knocked at my door a year ago

looking for a gig,
real scared.

Said she rode up from Mexico,
but her accent was Russian.

They dropped her
into some facility,

and she was auctioned off.

- She escaped?
- From the buyer.

He had scarred up
the side of her face pretty bad,

so I couldn't use her.

- So you just turned her out
onto the street?

- That's everything I know.

[Techno music playing]

♪

[Indistinct chatter]

♪

- Whoops.
- [Gasps] Hey!

- Oh, damn,
would you look at that?

- Asshole!

♪

- All right, let's make sure
he has a good time, huh?

- What you mean?

- Ah, ah.
Give him another one.

- Oh, I'm good with one, bro.

- Yeah, you'll be great
with two.

- Yo, I need some shots
to wash these down.

- You read my mind.

[Both laugh]

♪

- So if you won't chew the gum,
maybe...

You'll wear the patch.

Cold Turkey's a meal
you should only have once.

- I hear that.
- What is all of this?

- A way to get Kelly
her money,

an actual check to her
from the FBI.

- [Sighs]
Charlie...

- Paul, I was inking
a guy today--Gibson.

He sat right there in my chair

and told me
he had a sh-- ton of heroin

burning a hole in his garage,

and he wants to turn it
to cash asap.

Come on.

- Who's working him?
- No one.

FBI and DEA don't even know
he exists.

I was hoping to set up a buy,
2.3 mil's worth.

And...
My informant gets 10%.

- 230k on the head.
Let me guess.

Your informant's name
is Kelly badillo.

Hmm!

Charlie, I don't have
to tell you,

you file this,
it's a major felony.

- And who's going to know?

Paul, don't rack your brain.

I'm not asking you
to get involved.

- Well, first of all,
you know I'd never let you

do something like this
on your own.

And second of all,
I want to get her the money

as bad as you do,
but this is high risk, Chuck.

- I can't have this weighing
on my shoulders anymore.

I can't keep trying to fix
everything that I broke.

- How about
we sleep on it, huh?

- Sleep ain't going
to change my mind, love.

I've been searching for answers
for so long,

I finally have it,
I'm doing it.

It's done.
- [Inhales]

[Exhales]

[Dance music playing]

♪

- I'm sorry, you have to be
this tall to be very important.

- I was gone for, like,
30 seconds, bro.

- And now you have to earn
reentry.

See those girls over there?

- The two girls
you pissed off?

- Spoonful of dirt,
spoonful of sugar, my friend.

Chicks like that sh--.

- Really?

- Go get 'em, tiger.
Rawr!

- How you doing?

Hey, you girls like maseratis,
by chance?

- Really? You're trying
to impress us with your car?

- Oh, I don't have a mas, babe,
but, uh...

See my boy over there?

He bought maseratis
for his last four girlfriends.

- Sorry. I don't need
another asshole in my life.

- You sure?

You know, we got a hell
of a night planned.

You miss out,
you might regret it forever.

- I think you should go.

- I don't think you realize

how much fun
you're missing out on.

[All moaning]

- Kiss me, baby.

Where you going?

- Oh, I got a little surprise.

[Laughs]

Ah! How's that, huh?

[Laughter]

Sh--.
Want some of that?

Oh, yeah!

Come over here.

Andale!
Now!

[Chuckles]

Ah, ah, ah, ah!
No candy till you kiss.

Mm-mm-mm-mm.
Each other.

[Both giggle]

- [Laughs]
Come here.

- Get over here.

[Both snorting]

No, ah!
Don't move.

Sit down, Johnny!

Enjoy yourself.

[Laughing]

- Good morning, sunshine.
I slept on it.

- What does that mean?

- That means
there's no way in hell

I'd let you do this alone.

We're in this together.

Every Bonnie needs a Clyde.

- You know I'm the Clyde,
though, right?

- Mm.
- Yeah.

- Yeah, I know,
but undercover work, by nature,

is more methodical, all right?
It takes time.

- I know that, Mike,
but I thought I'd have some--

any concrete evidence
by this point.

- We're getting there.
We're about to see

the drugs, the guns,
everything on that bus,

and when we do,
I'm going to track it

all the way up
through this cartel.

- Just give me something that
I can take upstairs soon, okay?

- Okay.
I'll talk to you later.

- [Panting]

D.C.?
- Yep.

Making sure I can hear
their whip crack

3,000 Miles away.

- The boss loves stats.

- Did you connect those girls
to the cartel yet?

- Nothing rock solid,
but I have a pretty good idea

of where they're going.

They're being sold,
like slaves.

- You sure?

- I've got it
on pretty good authority.

I mean, I'm used to dealers
and cookers and bangers.

You know,
I know how they operate.

I just...

I've heard about these cases.

I just can't wrap
my head around this.

- That's because
human trafficking

is a totally
different monster.

- Yeah, the people involved
are sick.

We have to save
these girls, Mike.

- We will.
Promise.

[Knock knock]

- If there's an overtime
opportunity, Jenkins,

I'll keep you in mind, okay?
- Thanks.

But I'm actually here
about something else.

- The suspense is killing me.

- [Laughs]

Uh, sh--,
it's kind of embarrassing.

- The suspense is drawing
its knife slowly across my neck.

- Okay, um...

I just wanted to ask you
about motivation,

keeping something close
to remind you.

They've been talking about it
in the meetings.

- Sit down, sit down.

If you got nothing
to fight for,

why even go into battle, right?
- Right.

So, I mean, do you keep
some kind of memento?

- Forget about me.

What's going on
inside that head of yours?

- It's my son.

I can't see him anymore.

It's not like
I saw him much to begin with,

but now his freaking mom
made it official, so...

It's hard, you know?

One day I'm his father,
the next day I don't exist.

- And you want to show them both
you deserve the title.

- Yeah.
- This is good,

'cause you're fighting
for something real.

- You're damn right.

- You want to know
why I got sober?

That's my niece.

- She's beautiful.

- St. Patrick's day 1998,

I got myself so sh-- faced,

I crashed my car
into the L.A. river.

She was in the backseat.

- Jeez.
- Yeah.

Haven't had a drop since.

I went to prison,
got my life together in there,

took over the garage
when I got out.

Here.

- Hey, um, thanks for sharing.

- You too.

I'm rooting for you,
you know.

- I appreciate it.

[Rock music]

♪

- Filed the paperwork
to make Kelly our c.I.,

give her credit
for the tip-off.

- What code name
did you give her?

- The widow.

- Morbid, but apropos.

- I told Gibson
I had a friend

that could take the heroin
off his hands,

somebody a little safer
than larezo.

- Since when am I safe?

- Since you're Paulie,
my dealer friend,

who can flip "h"
into cash with a quickness.

Told tac team that they'd
probably sweep us on a wire.

- Hmm.

And we have
a visual takedown signal--

shaking hands
on the front porch, yeah.

♪

2.3 mil, street value,
that's 78 kilos.

- And that's
what he's bringing.

We're going to meet him
at his girl's house,

some bungalow
right by the boardwalk.

His Uncle has this opiate hookup
in Thailand,

caught a case of dementia,
kid took advantage.

- And now he's got
a private empire.

- Yes.

[Knocking on door]

- Hey.

I hear good things
about you, Paulie.

- Ah, well, the only thing
you need to know about me

is I pay a fair price
for good product.

- [Chuckles]

Excuse me.
- Yeah.

- He gives us the drugs,
we give him the money,

we all get arrested.

Lemon squeezy.

Sh--, gibby,
you weren't kidding!

You could build an igloo
with that, man.

- Yeah, I know.
It's high-grade stuff too.

It hasn't been stepped on
or anything.

- From the looks of things,

I'd say we have a deal.

- Hey, Paulie, let me talk
to you for a minute.

- We're in the middle
of business.

- Hey.
- One second.

- [Sighs]

He's got extra.
- Yeah.

- Tac team finds that,
logs it into evidence...

- She gets a check
that's way too big.

- [Whispering]
All right, I got this.

Sorry for the little
interruption, amigo.

My beautiful associate here
brings up a good point.

Not that I don't trust you,

but, um,
the only way I can know

that hasn't been stepped on
is if, um...

- Yeah, a tiny taste.
Be my guest.

- All right.

- You're paying for it.
- Ha.

Hey, let's go count the money,
make sure Paulie's good at math.

- Yeah, okay.

- Come on.
- Okay.

- [Sighs]
Voila.

Look through it.

Wouldn't want you finding out
they're post-its.

- Yeah.

Doesn't smell like post-its
to me.

- Hmm.
- [Chuckles]

[Thud]

What the hell?

[Grunts]

- Hey, hey,
I'll cut, you dump, all right?

Gibson?
- On the floor with a headache.

Miss drug cases?

[Gunshot]

- What'd you do to him?

- Think the team heard that?

- What'd you do to him?

- Your boyfriend's going
to be fine, okay,

but you won't be
if you don't put that gun down.

- You're stealing
our whole nest egg.

- I'm not stealing anything.
My boss is.

Maybe you've heard of him.
Larezo?

Now, larezo gets irritated when
people shoot at his employees.

Let's not irritate larezo, huh?

[Crash]
- FBI, nobody move!

- Hands in the air!

- We're not done yet.
- Close enough.

- Put 'em up!
- Where we can see 'em.

- Lemon squeezy.

- [Chuckles]

- What you doing?

- I'm gluing the check
to the letter.

- You made sure to use

the phrase "one-time payment,"
right?

- Bureau considers
existing evidence sufficient,

investigation is concluded,
and death benefits enclosed.

- Way to go, Clyde.

- [Laughing]
See you, dude.

Checkered flag is waving.

Let's I.C.E. Them.

- You assholes came through here
four months ago

and checked
everybody's papers!

- Well, a lot could happen
in four months.

- Oh, yeah?
- Nobody leaves this area

until I've cleared
each person, okay?

- Yo.

- No one saw you sneak away?

- Do I like people drinking
my o.J.?

- No, you do not.

- My I.C.E. Guys will only
be able to hold them

for, like, 20 minutes.

- That's all right.
We're going to do it in 15.

Let's go, guys!

Let's see how fast
we can do this, huh?

[Whirring]

Where the hell is it?

- It showed up, like, 30 seconds
before you got here.

- They didn't
pull anything out!

- There's no way
they removed everything.

There's no way.
- God, it's got to be in here!

- All right, what do we do?
What do we do?

- They got to be using buses,
man.

- What do we do?
What do we do?

- We put it back together.

- You serious?
- Yes.

Put it back together!

[Sighs]

God!

[Yells]
- Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

Hey!

How am I supposed
to explain that?

- This happened on the road.

- That looked cathartic.
- It was.

- In that case...

[Yells]

God!
[Metal clangs]

[Blues music]

♪

- [Laughs]
Paul, stop!

[Laughs]

♪

- Yeah, you put on
those big earrings...

[Paul and Charlie talking
in the background]

- You know I can put them on
right now if you want.

[Conversation continues]

♪

- Yeah?

- What you up to, man?

- Me?
- Mm.

- Oh, man, you know,
just living the dream.

About to go scrub
some toilets,

'cause I got them
on the chore wheel next,

and somebody very recently
put puke in 'em.

You want to, um, spray
while I scrub?

- I'm good, man.
- That's what I thought.

♪

- You looking for company?

What are you looking for?

- Hey!

Hold up.

♪

- Thanks for dropping by, Paul.
- Yeah, of course.

You know, I had to see

how the new receptionist gig
is going.

- Very good.

Of course, they haven't seen
my dark side.

- Well, there's no reason
that they should, right?

[Both laugh]

Kelly?
What is it?

- It's from the FBI.

- You want to open it?

- I can't.

- Hey, come on now.

Maybe it's an answer.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

What is it?

- I can't believe it.
They paid.

It says that they have concluded
the investigation,

and they have paid.

It's $30,000 more
than I thought it would be.

- Wow.

Well, hey,
this is great news, huh?

- So this is it.

It's official now.

[Crying]
He's gone.

- [Sighs]
Kelly.

Kelly, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

- He's dead.

- It's gonna be all right.

- [Sobbing]

- Shh.

[Sighs]
- So?

- Uh, she was over the moon,
Chuck.

Happier than I've ever seen
a human being befo--

you did it.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

You fixed it,

just like you said you would.

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

[Truck beeping]

- Hey!

Nothing like
starting the morning off

with a little overtime,
right?

- Hey, you put some extra money
in my pocket,

I'm going to have a good day.
- That's right.

Okay,
hanigan is out sick today,

so what I need you to do
is work with Walters,

go in here,
take all these barrels of waste,

and load them
into the back of that rig.

- Yeah,
sounds simple enough.

- Okay.

[Dog barks]