03x04 - Aha

[bunniefuu]

Jakes: Previously on Graceland...

If you don't do exactly what he says, he's gonna use that Juan Badillo tape against you.

None of us want an indictment.

What's it gonna cost me, boss?

Ari Adamian...

He's a lieutenant in the Sarkissian family.

The previous UC, Colby Moore, spent the last week establishing you with Ari, building an ID.

Logan won't let me put Ari away, so I'm gonna put him down.

I quit the job to get away from Ari.

Let's get this guy.

I need you.

You can't keep ignoring me.

Baby, I want to be with you all the time, but if you father finds out, I'm a dead man.

What's with all the muscle?

Martun's daughter got herself into a car accident.

Layla?

Somebody smashed into her car, stole a bunch of her sh*t.

He was wearing a mask.

Briggs: Start to finish, this takes 24 hours.

How do you imagine this ending?

With Ari no longer a thr*at to the living.

I need a harder drink for that.

Yeah.

Mm.

[line trilling]

Briggs: Yeah?

Something bad has happened, guy.

I need you to come here.

[knock at door]

Hey.

Did you bring it?

Yeah, right here.

Come.

Paul: You got some blood on you.

I woke up in my car like this.

Oh, dude, you should never sleep in your car.

It's the quickest way to jack up your lumbar, you know?

[crowbar slams on table] You're a chiropractor now.

Be serious.

I need to know what happened last night.

Okay, I mean, like, what... What happened to me?

Hey, hey, hey.

I don't give a flying sh*t what happened to you, guy.

All right, all right.

Huh?

What happened to my fingers, huh?

You... you b*rned yourself?

Are you an assh*le?

I don't know what happened, and I'm asking you!

Okay, okay.

Listen, Ari, w-w-we went out for drinks, okay?

And I left to... to go do laundry. I told you, man.

Bullshit, laundry.

It was a 24-hour coin-op in Studio City.

Your call woke me up, man, I came here to help you.

That's why I'm here.

[g*n clicks]

Hey, hey!

Come on, man. Ari...

Why is my g*n empty of b*ll*ts, huh?

[sighs]

I take your g*n.

[g*n clatters]

If any sh*t happen today, I ain't gonna be the one going down.

How much did you have to drink after I left?

I don't know.

Cheap Arak...

There are holes in my memory.

These were in my pocket... mentholated cigarettes.

They're for college kids and your people.

Right.

Put that sh*t in a bag.

Okay.

Not your blood... certainly not your cigarettes.

I don't know.

You think maybe you made a new friend last night or something?

Yes.

And I have a suspicion... he's in the trunk of my car.

It wouldn't be the first time.

Oh, man.

Uh, you have heard of Uber, right, bro?

I'm usually an excellent drunk driver.

You see, the key is broke off.

Hmm.

Yeah, and you, uh...

You think your, uh, new buddy is still in there?

Alive or dead.

[cell phone vibrating]

Mother... Come on!

[grunting]

This sh*t isn't mine.

Whoa. Huh.

What's that?

Looks like a receipt from some gas station up in Sun Valley.

You did have a late night, homey...

2:51 a.m.

Take the pipe out of the windscreen, guy.

We're going to Sun Valley.

[grunts]

In Armenia, there is a saying...

"The sun won't stay behind the cloud forever."

You know what that means?

Yeah, it means the truth will come out.

That's right. The truth will come out.

We're here.

[man singing in foreign language]

[music and engine stop]

[car door closes]

You drove all the way out here last night.

You must remember something, man.

[muttering]

I don't know.

All I know is my fingers hurt.

Well, uh, let's see what you bought.

Maybe it'll jog your memory.

They better have my cigarettes.

I smoke any more menthols, I'll turn into a frickin'...

[g*nshots] sh*t.

Briggs: sh*t.

man: I said I would k*ll you if you came back here.

Hey, nobody is gonna k*ll anybody, okay?

That's right! We're all friends!

Jesus.

assh*le!

Hey, Ari, I think now is a good time for you to give me back my g*n.

Yeah, no frickin' way.

Okay, look, I'm... I'm coming out.

Don't sh**t.

Jesus Christ! Hey, Scarface!

Easy with the trigger finger, okay?

I got this.

Brother, I'm not armed, okay?

I'm not armed. Don't sh**t me.

I'll sh**t you and your friend. I'm not playing.

[electronic music]

♪ ♪

I'm not armed, okay? I'm not armed.

Don't sh**t me.

I'll sh**t you and your friend. I'm not playing.

You were flatlined two weeks ago.

Now you're going to kick some ass.

You're a maniac.

Well, Briggs is bent over on this thing, and if you really think about it, that damn tape was in my bag.

It's not only your fault, baby.

And I'm not that ready.

The side's still a work in progress.

Wow. And there is no shipment of Oxy in that lockbox over there.

I'm done with painkillers, Charlie.

I'm joking, Mike.

Oh, yeah. [chuckles]

Just be careful.

You were going to sh**t at Ari Adamian today.

It's all part of the plan.

If Briggs says he'll handle it, he'll handle it.

Okay.

It's good.

Let me see.

Hmm?

Yeah.

Briggs: Look, brother, we can work this out.

Your friend att*cked me.

Bullshit! You're a liar!

I'm not lying!

You punched me in the face and threatened to cut off my balls!

Yeah, put your g*n down, or I cut off your balls.

Ari, please!

I'm not gonna cut off his balls.

That'd mean I'd have to touch his frickin' balls.

To feel this special...

And he's obsessed.

Look, nobody wants to hurt anybody. you need to eat this special.

Okay?

♪♪

Aah! You said nobody was getting hurt.

You really shouldn't have sh*t at us, man.

That's right. Let's teach this white boy a lesson.

Briggs: It's okay. Ari, look, school's out of session, bro.

I say we just get the information we need and get the hell out of here.

Good idea.

Security camera... Where is the footage, huh?

Dude, it's just for show, man. There's no tape around here.

Bullshit, show me the security camera footage.

There's no tape in there. It's just for show, man.

There's no actual tape.

What happened last night, huh?

He came in. He was bloody as sh*t.

He bought a couple gas cans, and then he went nuts when we didn't have smokes.

Dunston Reds?

Yeah, I said there are other brands.

Other brands are sh*t.

I know!

That's what you said before you hit me!

Look, man, we got your smokes in this morning.

Was anybody else with him?

No, it was just him.

Uh, but he did use a girl's credit card, Layla or something.

How do you know that name?

How do you remember that name, huh?

You don't forget a guy that uses a girl's credit card and punches you in the face.

Hey, hey, hey!

I'll sh**t you in the head.

Ari!

I'll frickin' blow a hole in your face.

Tell me what you know about Layla Sarkissian.

Ari, just take it easy, man.

Hey, shut up.

Go, watch the door, I'll handle this.

sh**ting him in the head is not going to help us find Layla!

You wait for me! Go watch the door!

I'll handle this!

Ari: Now, was she here?

Hey, hey, hey, there's a black SUV pulling in here.

Holy sh*t.

That's frickin' Martun Sarkissian.

Hello. Is this Martun Sarkissian?

Yes, you requested data on your daughter's recent purchases... Layla.

Uh-huh.

We show one purchase at Sun Valley Gas, 2:51 a.m.

There's only one in that location.

[cell phone beeps] He hung up on you?

You like my white-people voice?

I do. That sh*t was awesome.

Good, right?

[laughs]

Yo, hold on.

Ah, there he is.

Yeah.

Yo, send the text.

Ari: This is my frickin' property, guy.

This sh*t isn't mine.

What's that?

Looks like a receipt from some gas station up in Sun Valley.

Martun Sarkissian... what the hell is he doing here?

Get up, guy.

Okay, give me that pack of Reds.

Get your mop, start cleaning all this stuff up.

Do your frickin' job!

Okay, look, sorry for the headaches.

You weren't here last night. You didn't see anything.

There's no security footage. You don't know anything.

Please don't make me have to k*ll you, okay?

My car got into a fight with a pipe.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

Martun asked me to come. What are you doing?

Can we save the pissing contest for another day?

Layla didn't come home last night.

What do you mean she didn't come home last night?

Well, she's missing.

Where is she?

Missing!

Missing... It means we don't know.

[speaking Armenian]

Now, who is this, huh?

I, um... I'm Paul. I was...

He's nothing. He's nobody.

[speaking Armenian]

Get out of here, guy.

What?

This worker is an idiot.

He wasn't here last night.

But we checked the records.

She bought gasoline and Dunston Menthols.

She doesn't smoke.

Ari, you smoke Dunston?

I smoke Reds.

Layla was in a car accident, right?

Guy, shut up.

What? I'm just saying. Somebody hit her, right?

They did it intentionally.

They robbed her. Now she's missing.

There's no way that that's a coincidence.

Can you put a muzzle on your dog?

That makes sense. It could be the same guy.

Then maybe he brought her up here.

That's enough!

No one brought her here.

When she was young, we used to rent a cabin up in Maple Canyon.

Caught trout and cook them on the skewer.

I just have a feeling she's there somewhere.

Ari, you follow us, just in case of trouble.

Trouble? From what if she's alone?

I said maybe.

Maybe your dog here is a bloodhound... and she's together with a man who smokes menthol.

In any case, if she's in trouble, someone will die today.

What the hell did I do, guy? What did I do?

I don't think you did anything.

Ari: g*dd*mn bitch.

This cabin, guy... We used to go there to screw.

She never told me she went there to fish for trout with her father.

When we get up there, are we gonna find the dead body of Layla Sarkissian?

Jesus Christ.

No, she's gonna be snuggled up watching The Bachelorette or some sh*t.

Okay.

I mean, look, dude, you woke up covered in blood, Ari.

Your g*n was out of b*ll*ts.

I don't think The Bachelorette is going to explain all of that.

Jesus Christ, I didn't k*ll her.

I have no reason to k*ll her, no motive.

I mean, she piss me off, yes.

She push my buttons.

Today she has us driving all around...

Martun up my ass.

When I find her...

Hey, Ari, Ari, let's dial it back to the "no motive" version.

I didn't k*ll her.

I left the bar with her.

So now you remember the bar... Nancy's?

I remember pieces.

Ari: I drank. I don't know how much.

I couldn't see straight.

But she sent me that text... "I love you."

I check my phone history. I call her.

She came to the bar... in a red dress.

That, I remember.

Who are you?

[giggles]

And there was something.

She was like... a special kind of heaven...

The kind reserved for little dead babies and saints.

And she whispered in my ear...

Do me in the desert.

What am I supposed to do, man?

Briggs: "Do me in the desert"?

What kind of freakin' sh*t is that?

That I'm supposed to do her.

She say some dirty sh*t.

She better be freakin' curled up with a blanket or with that mystery guy, 'cause ain't walking down the aisle with that bitch.

Hey, Ari, you and your guy... You stay here.

Keep your eyes open.

You check that side.

Layla?

Layla!

I got bad feelings, guy.

I want to go home.

Ah, it's gonna be all right, bro.

Hey, uh, what is it with you and Martun's guy?

Toros... Berbarian.

Did you say "barbarian"?

No, Ber... Berbarian.

He's not a barbarian.

He's more like a sagging vag*na.

I don't like him.

Yeah, I gathered.

He's Martun's niece's husband. [exhales deeply]

He thinks he's next in line, but... we're gonna see about that.

[door closes]

Any sign of her?

I don't know you, so shut up.

Ari, I want you to call your uncle, give him the details.

I want everybody looking.

Layla!

Toros: Boss.

What?

Footprints.

And something was dragged.

sh*t.

Jakes: This is nice.

I feel like Baby Chocolate Jesus in his manger.

I feel like we should do this more often.

Shut up.

Be real with me. Is it always fried chicken with you, or can you throw in a frickin' salad?

Yo, it's not my fault you're so predictable, man.

And I happen to be a master at RPS.

Dude, wait. No, stop doing that.

You can't just go around abbreviating sh*t.

It's rock, paper, scissors, son.

See, you stay working out your bis and tris.

You got to do some legs, man.

[thud] Aah!

Do not!

Sorry, bro.

God damn it.

We all know how this is gonna end, right?

Do you think anybody is gonna realize those are monkey bones from the SC Med School?

I'm pretty sure Martun is not an anthropologist.

It's nice.

And, yeah, it's gonna end with a bad man in a deep hole.

It's funny.

I always thought our job was to put bad dudes behind bars, not in the ground.

If this thing goes right, it'll be a Sarkissian thing, not ours.

We're just providing the b*ll*ts.

And didn't you just k*ll a guy?

Wow.

Dude, you serious right now?

Did I want that? No.

Did I set the plan in motion like Briggs is doing? No.

You know, one could argue Logan set this into motion.

He put Briggs in a corner.

This is what happens.

And I would argue that Ari set this into motion.

Are you gonna toss that in?

Nah.

Got to give the man a hint of a conscience.

I'm just saying... it sure will be nice to feel like one of the good guys again.

Hmm.

This might not be the best way to get justice, but these are the cards we've been dealt, man.

I think we all can agree.

Ari Adamian... has got to go.

[breathing heavily]

My Layla.

Layla.

Ari: You don't know it's her.

[sobbing]

Here...

It's the ring that I gave her when... she was 11 years old.

Layla.

[retches]

Aah!

[sobbing]

Toros: Hey, I got something here.

He smoked a cigarette and sat right here.

Hey, that looks like one of the menthols from the gas station, you know?

And check out this match. Look how far down it's b*rned.

It's, like, b*rned all the way to the end.

This guy hesitated.

Whoever he was, he didn't feel good about burning Layla's body.

Can you shut up?

Aah! God!

Shithead!

Shut up.

Don't take her name ever in your mouth again.

Okay, okay.

You even think her name, and you will die right here, right now.

All right, listen to me. Listen to me.

I-I should not have spoken her name.

Didn't mean any disrespect.

I don't give a sh*t what you mean.

I just want to hurt you.

Toros: Martun, you want to open him up, do it.

I'll bury him in the woods. No one will find him.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I'm not the guy that you need to hurt.

Ah, he's not the guy I need to hurt.

Then who is?

Who is?

I don't know.

Who is?

I don't... I don't know.

But I've been right all day.

Why don't you just let me help you find him, huh?

Let me help you.

[chuckles]

Aah!

Martun: We got to find this menthol-smoking man.

We got to find him.

We got back to the city. Come on.

[spits]

Aha.

What "aha"?

Aha.

A motel key.

Martun, we should call our guy in the Department.

What guy in the Department?

We keep this in the family, in our family.

When we find... the guy who did this... and I don't care how the hell we find this guy, as long as we find this guy.

[spits]

In the old country, there are certain ways of k*lling, huh?

And I would like to teach this man something new... yeah, when we meet... something he will never forget.

[spits]

Jesus.

You could have said my name, but you didn't.

Of course not.

So do you have any idea what door this opens?

"Do me in the desert."

g*dd*mn Nancy's Bar... you never should have brought me there, guy.

12. This is a much your fault as anyone's.

Ari, if I had known anything like this was gonna happen, I never would've left you alone.

Bad luck.

Yeah, well...

I burn, you burn.

Remember that.

Oh, sh*t.

So what's next for you, huh?

What's next? What's next with what?

Tomorrow when we wrap up this Ari Adamian business, what's next for you?

That's the million-dollar question, isn't it?

I'm looking for a new case, but nothing's really sticking.

Nothing big enough to put your name in lights.

It's not like that.

I'd settle for an hour of sleep right now.

You know, that's exactly what I'm looking for... something to keep me up.

I mean, there are cases out there, but...

I want to find the right one, you know.

One that speaks to me.

Oh, yeah?

What language would it have to speak to you in, Mikey?

Truthfully... [chuckles]

I'm not sure.

Does this have something to do with counting chickens and, uh, your dream journal and sh*t?

Come on, Mike, you know there are no secrets in Graceland.

It's nothing.

Doesn't sound like nothing.

It's... it's like um...

It's like a phantom limb, you know.

It's like you can feel it itching, but it's not there.

And then once you feel it, it's the only thing you can think about.

And then one day you wake up...

And it's gone.

No more itch.

Okay.

Well... when you're done with your little dream quest and ready to join us back in Sanity Land, I'm gonna need a hand on this "pillbilly" deal.

At some point, I got to introduce my West Coast money guy.

Dream quest or not, you know anytime you need help, I got you.

Thanks, Mike.

Anytime. [exhales deeply]

Oh, sh*t.

[breathing heavily] Oh, sh*t.

This is just reckless, man.

If you would've done this, you would've done it clean, you know, like Windex...

No residue, no trace.

I mean...

Ari: It's a g*dd*mn mess.

Yeah, somebody's messing with you, dog.

There is no world in which you m*rder*d Layla Sarkissian.

[breathing heavily]

I need your help.

Can you help me clean this up?

Yeah.

Now let's hit this mattress, dog.

Come on.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, Jesus.

This is stupid, man. This is stupid.

Put it down.

We can switch it out.

No, just put it down. Put the mattress down.

Ari, there's still time, man.

Forget it. This is stupid.

I'll be back. Stay here.

Where are you going? [door closes]

sh*t! [Crowbar clangs]

I told you, forget that sh*t.

Ari, listen, listen, man.

This is not the way. We should really give this some thought.

I have thought about it.

So what are you gonna...

You're gonna light up a whole motel?

The police are gonna track the key here.

They're gonna come with their ultraviolet light, shine at all these little hairs and semens and fingerprints and everything.

Even if we pull the carpet out, I'm everywhere.

So, uh...

So we get out. Come on, move. Let's go.

All right.

You're the boss.

You've been very loyal, guy.

If we make it through this, I won't forget that.

I appreciate you.

Hey, uh, Ari, are you sure about this, man?

I mean, you're gonna light up a whole motel.

This place got to burn.

I just wish I knew what the hell happened last night.

Yeah, well...

[sniffs]

Ari.

Hey, man, we don't really have time to...

We shouldn't be standing around... gasoline.

Hey, hey, come on, man. The ashtray is there...

[exhales sharply] For a reason.

Jesus.

I will k*ll you.

I'm sure you could.

Another drink, sir?

Yeah.

Yeah!

Ah!

[grunting]

You are a devil.

I can tell you... from a thousand miles away.

Cheers.

You are a devil.

Ari, I came for you.

Who are you?

Layla. [giggles]

Layla.

We should be together.

No, no, no.

Your father will k*ll me.

My father is not here.

I am.

Ah.

I'm drunk.

I don't mind.

[moans]

Do me in the desert.

Oh, yeah.

Let's do it.

All right, where are your keys?

Come on.

I drive. I am a man.

Huh?

I am a man.

Yeah?

God damn it.

Okay.

Am I interrupting something?

He's out.

Here's the ring.

Perfect.

I got to meet the Mexican in ten.

Okay, here's the credit card.

Help me get him in and then grab his shoes.

You're an assh*le.

Yes, he is.

Aah!

How did it go?

I mean, I wish I didn't have to deal with him pawing at me all night, but... it's fine.

Looks like he's out pretty good.

Yeah.

The amount of GHB we gave him, he should be out for six hours easy.

Charlie: Nothing easy about the next six hours.

Undress.

[sighs]

[engine turning over]

Got him?

Yeah.

[Jakes grunts]

One, two, three.

Charlie: Can we go home now, man?

Jakes: Word up.

Paige: Hey, who has the matches?

We, uh... we good? Can we, uh...?

Almost.

Briggs: Brother, this don't look good.

[groaning]

What?

[phone dialing]

[speaking Armenian]

Hey, hey, hey.

Go inside, man.

What, what, what?

We're going back inside. Come on.

Back inside for what?

Go back inside.

Come on.

Wow.

You... you said... you just said you trusted me.

Yes.

New information, guy... and new beliefs.

Jesus.

They've been in there for over an hour.

I don't know what the hell is going on.

You have eyes on the place.

You haven't heard any g*nf*re, right?

No, but I'm... I'm gonna get a closer look.

Don't get anxious.

I am anxious, Dale.

They've been in there forever, and now it's just silent.

So you're waiting on a...

Shut up, guy.

[cell phone ringing]

[speaking Armenian]

Let's go. We're taking another trip.

Come on.

Dale on phone: Charlie, you still there?

Charlie: Hang on, Jakes. They're leaving the motel.

Oh god, Ari just pulled a g*n on him.

They're getting into his car.

Charlie, call backup.

sh*t. sh*t.

Charlie?

[tires squealing] Paul!

sh*t.

sh*t!

I had a gut feeling about today... that someone very clever was pulling the strings on me.

And I'm standing there about to set the Sahara Motel on flame, and I'm watching the match burn down, about to burn my fingers again, and I realize...

They're the wrong fingertips.

I've always been a lucky man.

Gipsy woman once told me...

Something to do with my stars.

[groans]

Today my stars are in line.

I light it with my left hand.

So, if I'm sitting there about to burn Layla's body, I ain't go use these... the right fingers.

But then I'm thinking, guy.

There's only one man in the entire world, one man who knew enough to make all this sh*t up.

So I call Martun.

He pulls a favor, run some plates, and now we find him here.

Pull in right here.

Briggs: All right, boss.

Layla: Ari didn't even call.

Colby: He doesn't...

He's afraid of your father finding out about you.

You know that.

What are you doing here anyway?

Ari said you quit working for him.

Well, when your friend needs your help, you got to come out of retirement.

Hey.

He wants to elope.

[scoffs] Bullshit.

Not bullshit.

He loves you, Layla.

Is that right?

Yes.

Congratulations.

I'll just call him.

Well... your father has him looking for the guy that hit you, so he's not alone.

[sighs]

But he is coming, Layla.

And he wants you to be happy.

Wants you to draw a bath and relax... get comfortable.

[slaps knees]

Fine.

Just tell him to hurry.

You know he'll want to join me for a bath.

Yep, I'll get you another glass to celebrate.

Okay.

[sighs]

[champagne pouring]

[knock at door]

Come in.

Here you go.

Oh, you're too good to me, Colby. Thank you.

[chuckles] Just hoping Ari gets what he deserves.

I brought you a robe.

I'm gonna hang up your clothes.

Hey. How's it going?

Should be lights out soon.

Okay, good, just make sure you take her out of the bathtub before the drink hits.

One death today is more than enough.

Yeah.

Ah, this dress is actually kind of cute.

Yeah.

Thanks.

[indistinct conversation on TV]

[siren wailing in the distance]

[coins rattling]

[can rattles]

[can hisses]

[door slams]

[sighs]

Awesome.

There's no one here, Ari.

Why did you bring me here, huh?

Hmm.

Well, let's have a look behind... door number two.

Shall we?

Ari, don't play.

[sniffing]

Ooh.

Colby.

[exhales sharply]

You look real broken up about this.

Guy...

[exhales deeply]

We got to to have a little talk.