03x12 - Dog Catches Car

[bunniefuu]

Paige: Previously on "Graceland"...

Where's Germaine?

I think there's something you and I need to talk about.

My bank.

You're backing me into a corner.

Now he belongs to Jakes. Not Germaine.

Are you prepared to hand this over to A*F?

It's all yours.

I haven't had a real conversation with a stranger in a long time.

I'm Courtney.

I'm tracking where exactly the sarin came in.

You're trying to prove Briggs is involved?

Might wanna take a look at this.

Son of a bitch.

I will talk to Teresa Arrabuena.

This bullshit feud has to come to an end.

A lot of people whispering about those Mexicans.

The enemy has the right to say good-bye to their fallen.

That's always been the code.

Not everybody respects that code, boss.

Ever since I took over Soto Street, I haven't lost one more son.

Isn't that right, mi'jo? [chuckles]

[single g*nsh*t rings] [screams]

[groans]

Uh-huh.

That felt good. Ari, what are you doing?

I'm gonna send them a message they're gonna understand.

[saw buzzing]

No, Javi, no!

Javi's head just showed up in a box, man.

Teresa's losing her sh*t talking about she wants to wipe out the Sarkissians.

Oh, my God.

Look, she's sending us over to the funeral. What do you want me to do?

Do they have the sarin?

- Vamos.

They got something, man.

[click, dial tone] Johnny-

sh*t.

[tires screeching]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

This is Agent Michael Warren, FBI, requesting backup.

I need SWAT, Hazmat, the National g*dd*mn Guard.

Where are you now, Agent Warren?

I'm on the 101.

Mike, slow down.

But the most important thing is the Class G chemical w*apon that is en route to the Yossarian Funeral Home.

♪ ♪

- What's the address?

What?

The address of the funeral home.

I don't know. Where's my phone?

Slow down. [car beeping]

Mike!

[tires screeching]

Agents, what's the address?

Yossarian Funeral Home.

You need to Google that and then get your ass to Glendale.

You need to slow down before you cause and accident, Mike.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Do you know how many people are gonna be at this funeral?

Dozens, hundreds, maybe.

All right? Men, women, and children, choking to death in the pews.

If Soto has half a brain how to use this thing, thousands could die. Briggs hates the Sarkissians, but we're talking about mass extermination.

There is no way.

There is a Soto Street death squad heading there right now.

This is happening, Paige.

There's something we don't know.

Tevan and I grew up as neighbors.

We were raised as brothers.

Same interests.

Same goals. [phone buzzing]

Same girls.

He was a good guy.

But even as a young boy, he was wise beyond his years.

And he taught me that the world was pretty simple.

And that security is the greatest gift we have to offer.

That loyalty is the only virtue that can be measured.

[brooding music]

♪ ♪

That love is second to commitment.

[car honk honking]

That v*olence must be our final recourse.

♪ ♪

It was as brothers that we rose together.

His mind. My fist.

And though he's no longer with us, I know that he will always be by my side because the bond we share can't be shattered.

Not by death.

Not by anything.

It is with terrible sadness that I now have to say good-bye.

[screaming] [all speaking at once]

[g*nf*re continues]

Everybody out now. Out there.

[overlapping shouting]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

Lucho. Lucho!

[speaking Spanish]

[yelling in Spanish]

[g*nshots ringing]

Easy, easy, easy.

[screaming]

Go, go. Go!

[g*nf*re continues ringing]

[overlapping shouting, screams]

[g*nf*re continues]

Wait. Calm down.

Don't panic, don't panic.

All right, this is reinforced steel, all right?

It should hold until the police arrive.

Well, I'm not gonna stay here and hide like a mice.

No, no, no, you can't go.

[speaking Spanish]

If you want someone to go, I will go.

These people need you.

[g*nf*re ringing]

Okay.

No panic.

Don't panic.

Be calm because today, we have survival.

Tomorrow, retribution.

All right?

Listen, Ari, if what he wants is vengeance, I know exactly how to get it, man.

Don't worry about that. Martun understands vengeance plenty well. I'm not talking about an acid bath, okay?

I'm talking about something cataclysmic.

Martun is right. When we're att*cked, we fight.

Yeznik, don't be stupid.

Hey, wait!

God!

Yeznik!

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Hiding like frightened girls?

Come out and die like men.

Stop. Stop!

[exciting music]

♪ ♪

[electronic music]

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[g*nshots ring]

FBI, put your g*n down and step away.

Lucho, how many are in there?

[speaking Spanish]

FBI, put your g*n down and step away.

Put down your w*apon, homes.

I'm a federal agent. Don't make this any harder than it has to be, man.

Yeah, we'll put down our weapons.

[indistinct].

FBI.

Do not move.

Drop your weapons.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

You got to keep local news out of here.

We've got UCs in the field.

And establish a perimeter. Full evac, 2 miles.

2 miles? Jesus.

If the wind picks up, 2 miles might not even cut it.

Hey, Hazmat's en route. Where's the sarin?

There's no sarin. Just g*ns.

All right, look, Briggs put this all in motion.

Maybe you didn't see it, but...

Look at me, Mike.

I'm telling you there's no gas.

All right? There's g*ns, b*ll*ts, and a lot of dead people, and I'm bleeding.

So back the hell off.

All right, everyone, listen up.

I need to evacuate this area, okay?

There's buses waiting outside.

If you could all make your way outside in an orderly fashion, the buses will take you to safety.

All right, I understand this has been a really hard day.

Thank you for patience.

Just please make your way outside.

Hey, you.

Can you explain to me what happened?

Mr. Sarkissian, there are buses waiting outside...

I know!

I asked you what's happening.

I'll let you know as soon as I can.

You.

I know you, you little prick.

You're from the gas station.

Yeah, he was probably working with Colby.

You're FBI.

Yeah.

And you just assaulted a federal agent.

I'm gonna show you an as*ault, you little bitch.

Hey, some cockroaches came here to k*ll my family and you treat us like criminals.

Why don't you try to do your job?

Why don't you protect my people?

Sir, your people wouldn't need protecting if these two didn't send Javier Arrabuena's head to his mother in a box.

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

Okay, we're gonna talk about this later.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Agent Warren.

I wanna strangle that little bitch so badly.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Listen, Ari, if he hadn't been here, a lot of people could've d*ed today.

How is he doing?

How he's doing?

He's putting the b*llet-riddled body of his best friend back into a box of splinters.

Tell me.

Tell me about the big thing.

The cataclysmic thing.

Okay, we're looking for an aluminum WC unit.

Russian-made.

I want you guys to tear this place up.

I'm talking floor to ceiling.

Everything. Okay.

I'm sorry for blowing up on you like that.

Dude, don't even worry about it. Okay?

I know what you went through in there.

Where the hell is he going?

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Hey!

Hey, Briggs.

Hey.

Yo!

Hey.

[tires screeching]

Come on, we gotta follow him. Let's go.

I can't.

Look, that sarin gas ain't here, Mike. Come on.

I gotta be sure.

Give me the keys.

We'll follow him.

Hey, be careful.

I wanna take care of this thing all by myself.

I made this problem.

I should be the one to finish it.

You made a mistake, yes, but this bitch, Teresa Arrabuena, she broke the code.

At a funeral with my own family.

No, no, no.

I'm gonna be the one who sends these Mexicans straight to hell.

[chuckles]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Charlie: It's incredible right?

Plaque on the wall, and the deal is done.

We don't gotta meet in dark alleys or chase these bastards around.

All you gotta do is open the door and the bad guys walk right in so we can arrest them.

My question is: you've been working on this case for months, right?

You never came up with an idea this good?

I just ask because you just seem like, you know, the type of person that's, you know, got your sh*t together. Like nothing gets by you.

Like every conceivable angle...

That's enough.

[chuckles]

All right.

Holy sh*t.

Tip of the iceberg.

Now you understand why I couldn't walk away.

No one asked you to walk away, just cooperate a little bit.

Ladies, we're all on the same team now.

So can we take the d*ck measuring down just a skosh?

We had a team of forensic accountants.

Should be able to log and tally a whole batch in a few hours.

Good call them in.

It's gonna have to wait till tonight.

What do you mean?

If Paulo and his boys come back to scope out the place, I can't have my bank overrun with scanners and money counters.

It's not a good look. Your bank?

You know what I mean.

I'm not comfortable enough with this sitting here entirely unaccounted for. Relax.

There are all good guys here.

Nobody's touching that money.

[trigger clicks]

What kind of game are you playing, Paul?

Warren sent you after me?

This has nothing to do with Mike.

Put your hands up, bro.

Don't do this, guys, I'm telling you...

Put your hands up, Paul, g*dd*mn it.

Turn around. Easy, Johnny.

Briggs, we need to talk.

No, I need to walk out of here.

And you two need to get the hell out of my way, Don't... don't move, man.

Johnny, I don't know what the hell you think this is, man.

But I'm... I ain't gonna say it again, bro.

Or what? You gonna sh**t me?

The funeral, the sarin... What is going on, Briggs?

We can't help you if you don't talk to us.

You know what? It doesn't work like that.

Aah!

Johnny!

Oh, sh**t!

Oh, my God!

Hey, hey, let me see.

Let me see.

I'm sick of his sh*t.

Jesus, Johnny.

That's the same phone Gusti had, huh?

Yes! And I need to take it somewhere.

You are not going anywhere on this leg.

[grunts]

Look, I don't know what you guys know, okay?

But you have known me for years.

You really think I'm the villain in all this?

Paige, look. This is not about me.

It has never been about me.

It's about Colby.

Martun m*rder*d him and things have to be made right.

[grunting]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Dude, these are, like, master dorks.

Freakin' accountants.

Thank God I was bad at math, I might've wound up like one of these antisocial trolls.

It takes all types, right?

I guess.

Hey, folks, we'll get some food in here for you around midnight.

There's coffee and Red Bulls in the back if you need.

As soon as you get set up, we'll start counting.

Any questions?

No questions. Perfect.

You see what I mean?

Can we go get a drink?

You know, I should straighten up here first.

You know you're undercover, right?

Like, you're not really a bank manager.

I'm gonna be undercover for a month and this place already stinks like take-out.

You need help?

Nah, I'm good.

Go to the hotel, I'll meet you there.

All right, call me when you're done.

Okay.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Oh, hey. Uh... you're still here.

Believe it or not, you and DeMarco haven't instilled me with much trust.

I'd like to keep an eye.

Sure, we just gotta do a system reboot though.

It's a remote connectivity issue.

We're only gonna be down for, like, two minutes.

♪ ♪

Good night, guys.

[phone rings]

[phone beeps]

Ms. Courtney Gallo.

I'm actually just closing up the bank.

Yeah, I would love to see you.

I was actually just thinking about what we could get into.

Well, mainly, I was itemizing different sex positions, but I guess we could get something to eat if you want.

[ominous music]

Yeah, we could even do hor d'oeuvres.

8:30 sounds great.

♪ ♪

Hey, hold up a sec.

Yeah, I'm good...

8:30's fine.

Let me call you back. Bye.

I half-thought straightening up was a euphemism, but I guess you're a man of your word.

I thought you left.

Yeah, I was gonna but I just sat in the car for a little bit.

Uh-huh.

What's up?

You wanna go have that drink?

I just wanna feel like a normal person.

Charlie, I can't.

You can't?

What, you got more cleaning up to do, what?

No.

I'm meeting someone.

Someone who?

A person.

A female... person.

Ah.

Yeah.

Dale's getting busy in Florida.

Is it anyone I know?

Nah.

It's not Stanwood, right?

Please. Jesus Christ.

That's gross.

Okay.

Her name is Courtney.

She's a lawyer.

A lawyer?

She got paper?

I don't...

Is she hot?

Tell me everything. Yeah.

[laughs] There's nothing to tell.

I don't know.

But know it's something.

Good for you.

You deserve all the happiness, baby.

[sentimental music]

♪ ♪

You're the best of us.

No joke.

Love you.

[suspenseful music]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[babies crying]

Stand up here and watch me loser!

Oh. assh*le.

Look who decided to show up.

You keep us waiting here for hours.

Women and children, hungry, thirsty.

Babies crying. You think about that?

Tell your people they're safe.

We're gonna let you go.

Tell them that they're safe?

They're not safe.

Not here, not at their home.

Not until every last one of those filthy, low-life Mexican bandits is dead and buried.

Or not buried.

What are you looking at, you ugly pig.

[spits]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Send them home.

I want all the Sarkissians kept under surveillance.

This ain't over.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

I am so sorry.

I did what I thought was best for you.

I did what I thought was best for us.

You have to trust me.

Don't talk to me about trust.

[clatter]

Is Hovik ready with my car?

Yes, boss.

Good.

When the phone arrives, I have to get rid of the Feds.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Those stupid pigs have nothing better to do than to harass an innocent civilian, huh?

Oh, my God.

What a mess.

Clean it up.

I gotta take a piss.

♪ ♪

Boss, the phone's here already.

I guess you're right.

Tell Hovik it's time to go.

You got it.

[jazz music]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

♪ ♪

sh*t.

♪ ♪

- Babe.

No way...

So somebody's mad.

You wanna just tell me why you're mad instead of just...

Yeah, okay. Why don't we review?

Here. You said, "Courtney, I want to see you.

"I've been thinking about you. Sex positions.

"Great. Oh, dinner? That's fine.

"8:30? Perfect.

Oh... wait."

Click.

Bye, Dale.

I was at work, there was an emergency.

A late-night banking emergency?

Babe, I am really, truly, genuinely sorry.

Mm-hmm.

But I'm done.

All right?

And you're here.

So how about we go out like we planned?

So let's go and eat... No, but I ate.

You ate.

Life's hard, Dale, even when it's good.

It's hard.

I work myself to death, nights and weekends, usually for the benefit of assholes.

I'm stressed.

And then, I meet you and it's easy.

And we come back here and have a night together and it's easy.

And I just...

Things shouldn't be that hard, you know?

I'm a grumpy person.

People often say, "Dale, why so grumpy?"

You don't seem grumpy to me.

Because I'm not grumpy when I'm with you.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Here's what I want.

Hmm?

♪ ♪

I want for this to be the best part of our lives.

All of that other nonsense with the client meetings and the late-night banking emergencies can go straight to hell.

Where have you been?

Where have I been?

Yeah.

I have been waiting by the phone like a 15-year-old.

Oh, walked into that one.

Mm-hmm.

You hungry?

I'm starving.

[sultry music]

♪ ♪

What's wrong with the bed?

Nothing.

Babe, it wasn't like this last night.

Courtney, who cares?

Run, run, run.

Always running.

You wear yourself out like that, you know that?

Maybe I do you a big favor.

Give you a rest.

sh*t.

I need to get to a hospital, John.

You will.

Once I get the okay.

Hey, man, I never thanked you.

You saved my ass back there.

If those vatos had taken one more step...

I don't give a sh*t about your apology, bro.

I could've d*ed because of you today.

The only thing I wanna hear out your mouth's a g*dd*mn explanation.

The explanation is that you did what you were supposed to do.

You did what you were there to do.

You stopped Soto Street from k*lling a bunch of innocent people, Johnny.

You're the reason they were in danger.

Can you not see that, man?

This is all 'cause of you.

Respectfully, brother, you don't know what the hell you're talking about.

Yeah, whatever.

Santa Barbara.

June 25th.

There's a commercial fueling station up there.

The head of security, his name's Jimmy, he's an idiot but... the cameras work.

You arranged for Gusti to pick up the sarin at the port of L.A.

You used my near-death experience against me to point me at him, get me under.

You jerked me around for weeks.

Warren.

I see how.

Clearly now, I see how.

The thing I can't understand is why.

Why go through all that trouble to involve me at all?

Because you were the lynch pin.

No matter what I did, no matter how I would've played it, if I ride Ari all the way to Martun, guess what?

Logan makes me his sin-eater.

And that means I putter out the rest of my days locked up next to a bunch of pieces of human trash.

But you, you can arrest Martun.

Me?

How could I arrest Martun?

[phone rings]

You were supposed to stick to Gusti and wait for the buyer to call.

[phone continues ringing]

He still has the sarin?

[phone vibrates]

You might wanna take that.

- Vin.

Yo, Stuntman.

The buyer finally called.

I'm going to deliver he package.

You want to come with?

Yeah.

This gas is dangerous, man.

Maybe you want to wear this.

Can you shut up? k*ll the rat.

Whoo! Big bad ass.

Maybe you have a death wish, man, I don't have a death wish.

[gas hissing]

Nothing's happening.

Be patient, man. It's not like magic.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Is he dead?

You wanna check a pulse?

I told you. This is good stuff, huh?

We have a deal?

Uh-huh.

Good, man.

But, hey, for payment, I only take big bills.

No 10s, no 20s.

It's a rule...

[trigger clicks]

Okay. Let's do.

But I want your car keys.

[tires screeching]

Vin.

Where is he?

He ripped me off bad, man.

No money, no car, no rat.

Everything is gone.

Does he have the gas?

Ah, I'm taking his stupid car.

Where's the gas?

♪ ♪

[tires screeching]

Hey, Mike.

Don't leave me, Mike. Mike!

♪ ♪

[tires screeching]

Martun Sarkissian.

Come out from behind the vehicle.

Hands up.

Let me see your hands.

[muffled] You see this?

I'll show you more than that.

You put the b*llet through this, everyone will die.

I need you to put the canister down.

I need you to get the hell out of here!

Unless you wanna die with the roaches, get out.

You got nowhere to go. Homeland Security's on the way.

Oh, bring them on.

More pigs to fry.

Think of your daughter, sir.

Think of Layla. You wanna make her an orphan?

Yes. Come out, all you cockroaches.

Hey, hey, hey, it's okay. It's all right.

Everybody just go back inside.

I'm FBI, everybody back inside.

Say good-bye to your loved ones.

Today is a good day to die.

Sarkissian!

You k*lled my son.

Ma'am, ma'am, look at me.

Do not sh**t. Do not sh**t!

I'll k*ll you...

Please don't sh**t!

- Put it down.

I'll k*ll you.

"I'll k*ll you." [laughs]

Ma'am, look at me.

Do not sh**t. I'm FBI.

No.

He's mine!

Put your w*apon on the ground now.

We need to evacuate this area immediately.

[helicopter blades whirring]

Everybody better run.

I repeat, put your w*apon on the ground.

Why don't you back off?

Back off! [speaking Spanish]

I'll k*ll you right here where you stand.

Back away. Everybody back away or you're gonna die like the rats in a cage.

Everybody back away!

[wheel squeaking]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[g*nsh*t]

[crowd shouting]

No!

[helicopter blades whirring]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Drop your w*apon.

Damn it!

♪ ♪

[police radio chatter]

Heard you made one hell of a sh*t.

Top of my class at Quantico.

Plus, I do all those hand exercises.

Right.

How did you know it was empty?

Oh, my friend here.

Still alive.

It was all a fraud.

A hoax. Martun's gonna walk free.

No, he's not.

Law doesn't care about outcome.

It just cares about intent.

As long as he tried to use sarin on U.S. soil, it doesn't matter if it was empty...

It's still an act of terrorism.

Nothing about the sarin gas?

I have nothing to do with that.

Why didn't Briggs just tell us?

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

That's bullshit.

Charlie was after Germaine.

You were after 47 birds.

Johnny and Jakes were over him.

And I...

I don't think I would've done this.

It's Homeland Security's problem now.

Mm-hmm.

They're gonna ask a lot of questions.

And what are you gonna tell them?

Honestly... I have no idea.

[mellow music]

♪ ♪

[knock at door]

Coming. [knocking continues]

Hang on a second.

[knocking in rhythm]

Coming, Jesus.

Can I help you...

Yo, how did the date go?

[chuckles]

Charlie, it's kind of still going on, you know what I mean?

Oh, all right.

All right, cool, I'll... I'm gonna...

Hey.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're drunk.

You're drunk, you prick.

[laughs] Right.

Let me help you back.

Go, I know.

You have more important sh*t going...

Hey.

What's going on?

Dog catches car.

I'm sorry?

Dog catches car.

Yeah, you're not really giving me a lot to work with.

No, dog spends all day chasing the car and never gets it.

And then one day, he catches the car and what does it do?

Nothing.

'Cause what's a dog gonna do with a g*dd*mn car?

Mm-hmm.

And then, you get to the end and you realize... what was the point?

[mumbles]

There's no point.

Want some?

Yeah.

You should be proud of yourself.

You got Germaine in spite of everything they could throw at you.

The whole world conspired against you and you won, Charlie.

You won.

And what do I got?

I got nothing.

There's nobody in my room.

Because you're a special little creature, Catherine DeMarco. That's why.

You are the strongest, the smartest, the kindest person I've ever met in my entire life.

No bullshit.

And the fact that you cared enough about something to see it through, all the way to the end, I've never done that.

Never done that.

If you're alone, babe, it's because you haven't found a car worth chasing yet, that's all.

Yeah.

You're sweet, Dale.

You're a sweet man.

I hope that girl inside knows just how special you are.

Oh, she does.

[laughter]

Let me get you back...

No, I'm good.

No, let me...

No, no, no, I'm...

Come on.

Just help me get up.

All right.

[grunts]

You good? I'm good.

Careful.

[jazzy music]

♪ ♪

Hey, Court, sorry, babe.

It was some drunk at the door.

They got the wrong room number, so...

♪ ♪

Yo, what's up?

What happened? [grunts]

Hey, how'd it go with Gusti?

The gas, did it work?

Did you arrest Martun?

[groans]

sh*t.