03x11 - The Wires

[bunniefuu]

Jakes: Previously on Graceland...

Your kid is rolling around with a WMD in his trunk.

If you had to ask me, it's sarin.

Do you know who that thing belongs to?

Odin Rossi!

And when is it done? When is it all finished?

Soon.

And maybe you want to sell that thing in the box with me?

You know I do.

All right, so, when it rings, we answer.

You made this for me.

Put these all over Gusti's building.

You knew I'd see the birds. You knew I'd call the number.

You treated me like a mark!

When we captured Germaine, it was a big win for A*F, because one of his clients is way up on our wish list.

A big fish g*n runner.

The Master of Weak Ties.

I need you to convince Germaine to set up a meet and greet with his top clients.

[moans]

[knock at door]

Who's in there?

No one. It's just me.

No, no, no! Aah! Hey!

So you sleep with some girl and start a g*dd*mn g*ng w*r, man, really?

I just can't afford to have Ari get got out on the street.

Yeah, I'll get in it with them.

No one gets to come in here and punk me.

He just took off running.

He was just crying like baby, like la niña.

[men speaking indistinctly]

You know that what happened today was not personal.

Drink it. We've already seen how strong you are.

That's good.

Here.

I used to roll with Chico Moncada and Oscar Muñoz.

Shh.

That's two dead men, homey.

Ya Te conozco, mosco.

How sad it must be to go away and come back to no one... to nowhere.

One thing I know about boys...

All they want is a home.

With us... you found one.

Welcome home, mi'jo.

Déjale Que Se viste.

Ya!

[seagulls crying]

Looks like a grub worm.

No. It has a face.

Okay, but, seriously, what is this?

That's little Baby Jesus.

No.

Jesus has way better abs than that.

You're calling our lord and savior a grub worm.

Charlie, these ornaments weren't on sale because it's the summertime.

All right. You know what?

If you're gonna make fun, don't look at my ornaments, please.

It does look like a grub worm.

It does.

DLJ Trust, FDIC insured.

You, uh, opening a bank?

Yeah.

FBI won't back Charlie, but ICE is letting me run with it.

Germaine's operation runs smooth, but if Dale has something better, we can lure in his top clients.

And we snag his big dog, and then all of his clientele follows me.

Well, then what?

And then Germaine is no longer useful to A*F, and I can arrest the bastard.

Yeah.

So, in the meantime, all the money runs through D.J.?

That's the idea.

Huh.

The trick is to get Germaine out of the room long enough for Dale to make his pitch.

You got a plan or what?

I didn't know you were working on this too.

[sighs] I'm not working on it, Mike.

I'm just asking questions. Hmm.

[door opens]

[weakly] Yo.

Oh, my God, Johnny.

What the hell is going on?

So I'm under with Soto.

[groans]

I don't know what was happening when it was going down, but apparently they were jumping me in.

Yeah. Those guys are animals.

No, it's not that, man. It's like boot camp.

You got to show you can take it.

I don't like this sh*t, Johnny.

I'm calling it off. For what?

Lady Arrabuena already invited me to her house tomorrow.

That's big.

Plus, they're making carnitas, so I'm all-in.

I don't care, all right?

I wanted you to help out, not get knocked out.

Wait, wait, so you send me under with Soto Street to make sure Ari doesn't get hit, and now what, you don't care?

That's bullshit, man. I already did all this.

What I'm saying is that I'd rather Ari get k*lled than you.

But he already took the beatdown.

You know what, Paige? You're right.

You already took the b*ating, Johnny.

It's your call.

I'm in. I'm seeing it through.

Okay.

Well, I guess let me know if you hear anything.

[groans] What the...

You know, once you know what he's doing, it's kind of incredible to watch him work.

What?

Briggs just let you convince him to stay under with Soto Street, which is exactly where he wants you.

Hey, come on, man.

It's like one of those shows where you learn how the magicians do their trick.

Once you see the wires, the magic's gone.

You know, this sh*t's getting really old, Mike.

See this? Red birds.

Jesus Christ. Again with the bullshit birds.

No, that's what I'm saying.

There was no divine intervention.

There was Briggs. Look at this.

Briggs made this for me.

He put these all over Gusti's apartment.

Put these birds in front of me because he knew that I would see this and call this number, which is to an addiction clinic, and it would push me to detox.

No way. He wouldn't do that.

He admitted it, Johnny.

Okay, so he helped you get clean.

That's the big conspiracy?

I have the things that led me to the sarin...

VinXXX, the red phoenix, the number 47.

I was looking for patterns, and at the time, it blew me away.

It was all there, but of course it was all there.

I drew a road map to my mind, and I left it out for Briggs to find it.

You think Briggs is the one that's moving the sarin gas?

That's exactly what I think.

This whole time I've been convinced of magic.

Well, now I'm...

I'm gonna start looking for the wires.

[electronic music]

♪ ♪

[crying] Oh, no, Uncle Tev.

He was a father to me.

I can't believe now he's gone.

How did that sound?

Terrible.

Hey, I can only rub my eyes so much.

I start to look like a marijuana smoker.

Ari, did you ever have a dog when you were a kid?

Think about how you felt when it d*ed.

When I was a boy, my mother had two cocker spaniels...

Nelly and Yana.

See?

I tie them in a bag and throw them in the river.

They never stop barking.

[door opens]

[speaking Armenian]

Oh, no, Martun.

Uncle Tev... He was a father to me.

I can't believe now he's gone.

Your father and your uncle were my best friends, and, you know, today... we have to be proud of what Tevan did for us and our community.

No sadness, Ari.

No sadness.

No.

[chuckles] I can do that for you.

Yeah. Everything is in place?

Ah, yeah.

Marouk and Hardik are the funeral home.

They got a Mercedes SL casket...

Hardwood on the outside, nice pillowy inside.

Boss, have you thought about postponing this funeral?

What?

If Soto Street wants to hit the Sarkissians, there is no better time or place.

The whole family's gonna be there.

Funerals are sacred.

Yes.

To men of honor, like yourself, but this is Soto Street we're talking about.

They're a bunch of savages.

All due respect, if you won't postpone, at least post guards.

Guy...

He is right.

Post guards... but make them invisible.

No one can feel their presence.

If we're worried about Javi Arrabuena, we should hit him first.

That way, he's licking his wounds while we lay my uncle to rest.

There's a time for w*r. There's a time for peace.

I will talk to Teresa Arrabuena.

This bullshit feud has to come to an end.

Genats.

Genats.

[glasses clink]

Genats.

All right, guys, we have less than 24 hours to get this place fully operational.

That means by 8:00 a.m. tomorrow morning, some old lady ought to be able to walk off the street, get a checking account, and walk out.

If anything's out of place, if the carpet's not tacked down, if the paint is wet, it's gonna spook our target, and I will be very upset.

And trust me. You do not want to see her upset.

No. Let's go.

[funky music]

♪ ♪

You know, here you're crossing an invisible line.

Most people that cross this line, homes... they don't cross back, you hear?

I hear you.

Yo, I'm gonna be straight.

If it was up to me, I would have just cut your ass up.

But my mom, she likes you, so that's that.

Yeah, your mom seems all right, man.

Yo, she ain't "all right." She's a saint.

Only reason people on this block got sh*t is 'cause of my moms.

City wanted to turn this whole place into condos, but Moms backed 'em down.

How'd she do that?

It was all that bitch-ass councilwoman.

Wouldn't lay off, you know, so she sent me to her office to show her the box that her daughter's head would come in.

No sh*t, huh?

No sh*t.

Yo, you like carnitas?

Yeah.

Good, 'cause my mom's the most "feed me" cook you ever met.

No joke.

[Latin rap music]

♪ ♪

Mama.

Hola. ¿Tienes hambre?

No, Mama. Está bien.

No seas estúpido. Necesitas comer. Ten.

Okay, okay.

Do I have to twist your arm too?

No. No, I, uh... I smelled it from around the corner.

Okay.

Your mother... Does she cook?

Yeah, she did. She did.

You know, we're not that close anymore.

She doesn't really approve of my lifestyle.

I lost my first son to this world...

Back when my husband ran Soto Street.

I understand your mother's position.

She doesn't want to bury her boy, but she doesn't face the realities of our life.

She sees, and she looks away.

I don't.

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

Isn't that right, mi'jo?

Johnny, are you "John" or "Juan"?

José, actually, but I was "Joe" coming up, and then something happened between me and a toilet.

It's not important. We don't have to talk about it.

That explains everything, homey.

You were named after a toilet, huh?

[laughter]

Well, you look more like a José than a toilet.

We'll call you "Jose." Okay.

You can call me whatever you want, as long as these carnitas keep coming.

Okay.

They're so good.

Javier...

I talked to Martun Sarkissian.

He says we have a problem.

It's that piece of sh*t Ari and his punk-ass culero sidekick...

Quí­tate. This pettiness is bad for business.

What's going on?

Ain't your problem, fool.

His compañera screwed around on him, and now he wants revenge on the man who did it.

Yeah, that seems about right.

No.

The man in this equation is not to blame.

He's just doing what men do.

It's the puta that needs to pay.

We send Evita's head home to her parents.

Maybe they'll teach their next daughter not to spread her legs.

[haunting rock music]

♪ ♪

That's one hell of a Carnival Cruise.

It's a freighter route.

I'm tracking where exactly the sarin came in.

These international shipments are a nightmare.

The ships unload one place, off-load another place.

Half the time, it's not even documented.

You're trying to prove Briggs is involved?

Yeah.

Okay, so what are we looking for?

"We"?

Tell me what we know.

[sighs]

This whole thing... This is the trip that my crate, 114711, took from Egypt all the way to LA.

I think that Briggs met the ship somewhere and stashed the sarin himself.

Wait. You think Briggs flew to Beijing to hide a WMD in a shipping container?

No. The dates don't work.

I think he flew to Russia.

[scoffs] To Russia?

Yeah.

If Briggs is behind all of this, if he's the one who gave Gusti the red cell phone, then wouldn't he and Gusti know each other?

Yes.

Okay, so why not just ask?

[scoffs]

I think I'll name her Maddy, for Madison.

You think it's too strange?

I read once that if you give a pet a human name, it creates a greater attachment.

Ah.

I'm attached already now, man. It's great.

Hey, you want to feed her?

No, Vin. I'm good.

Let me ask you something.

Who gave it to you? What?

Who gave you the phone, Vin?

Who gave it? The mailman.

Right.

You think they ever get tired, just running around in the same circle?

Yeah.

I think they get really tired.

When we were in that house and Odin Rossi came in... it was almost like you recognized him.

How could I recognize your friend?

That's what I'm asking you.

[laughs]

You know, when I meet you, you were dumb.

You're very trusting of everyone.

Now you're too paranoid.

Maybe I teach you too good, huh?

[sighs] Yeah, maybe.

Hey, you know what I think?

[sighs] What do you think, Vin?

I think when I go to visit Madison, I'll bring Maddy with and see if they can be friends.

You know, maybe she can choose a better name... one I don't get attached to.

Not bad for a meet and greet, right?

Yeah. Lot of funny hats.

It's like a royal wedding. You must be getting nostalgic.

Don't get cheeky. I'll make you wear one.

So who are you meeting today?

A dozen clients.

Only one that matters...

The man who owns the purse strings and our guest of honor.

Paulo, so glad you could make it.

How could I miss race day?

Allow me to introduce my associate Dale.

He'll be handling your funds while I'm abroad.

Rest assured you're in good hands.

I suppose we'll see.

All right, gentlemen... should we adjourn to the suite, enjoy a drink?

You know what? I think I'm gonna hit the buffet real quick.

See you guys in there.

Sure about that?

After you.

[bugle playing Call to the Post]

[Muzak playing]

♪ ♪

Germaine...

It's been too long.

I wouldn't eat that if I were you.

They're like the cockroaches of the sea, really.

You know, if you saw one skittering in your apartment...

Landlord, speed dial.

If I saw a cow in my apartment, I'd call my landlord.

Doesn't mean I won't eat hamburgers.

It's a cogent argument, but God agrees with me.

You see, "Whatsoever hath no fins nor scales in the waters, that shall be an abomination unto you."

Hashtag team Jehovah.

[laughs] Okay.

You're a Bible thumper.

No. Just my stepdad.

I only call on it when I need to win arguments about shrimp.

Prawns.

They're synonymous.

Prawns have branching gills, not lamellar gills.

Plus, their second pincers are larger than their front ones, vice versa for shrimp.

What the hell did I get myself into?

I'm here with clients...

Big fishing conglomerate.

We b*at two class actions last year, so... you want to win a shrimp-related argument with me, you're going to need more than the Word of God.

What is this? How'd you find me?

Power of the federal government is how I found you.

Are you daft? You can't go flashing that around in here.

Oh, no? Well, how's this?

Either you and I go for a little walk, or I put on a show-and-tell for your little fancy friends here.

You know what, Charlie? I think you're right.

I think what we need is a little walk.

Gentlemen, would you alert my good friend?

Corporate defense attorney, huh?

So that means you're 100% evil.

Fully, entirely evil.

There's the Nazis, there's Goldfinger, and then you.

You're, like, right there. Third place?

But you're right there, though.

Come on. No, I b*at Goldfinger.

I'd represent Goldfinger.

No, but he has a laser.

Crap. You're right. He's got the laser.

But I do got a guy.

You have a laser guy?

I have a laser guy.

He started out small in Austin, but now he's a big deal.

Big laser guy.

I could give you his number if you wanted to get a hold of him.

The laser guy, right?

The laser.

Yeah, yeah.

Okay.

Okay.

You got a pen?

Just hold that for me. Thank you.

It's funny. Um... haven't had a real conversation with a stranger in a long time.

Yeah. Decently reasonable at that.

Reasonably decent.

Yeah, that too. Here you go. Right.

Thanks...

Dale.

I'm Courtney.

Okay, then, Courtney, do you have a number that I could give my laser guy, in case you lose his?

Just want to be safe, you know.

sh*t. Um, I got to go.

You gonna turn into a pumpkin or...

Call me.

Kidnapping, as*ault of a federal agent, attempted m*rder of a federal agent, conspiracy to commit robbery.

Oh, and I don't even know how many counts of money laundering and tax evasion.

Sorry, love, but isn't that the sort of number you'd want to know before you arrest someone?

Laugh it up, funny boy.

Believe me, I intend to.

Easy. Can't shove a cr*pple.

Eyes forward, assh*le.

Agent DeMarco, you going somewhere?

There she is. Perfect timing.

My good friend.

You really are a glutton for punishment, aren't you?

[horses neighing]

[bell rings]

[man speaking indistinctly over PA]

Beautiful creatures, aren't they?

We talking about the horses?

When Germaine hired a gangster to manage his business, I was skeptical.

I feared you'd be base, ignorant.

It seems my fears are not without merit.

Well, you want to talk about the Appaloosa spotting patterns on the Red Aurora? 'Cause we could talk about that.

Or the fact that Kramer in the First has an ambler's gait?

We could definitely talk about that, but please don't confuse my passion for females as baseness.

And, Paulo... don't ever confuse me for a gangster.

Germaine expressed to me...

Germaine doesn't know one thing about me.

I spent a lot of time and energy trying to get here next to you...

Where's Germaine?

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

What is it that you and I need to talk about?

My bank.

What part of "A*F jurisdiction" was beyond your comprehension?

I don't know. Why don't you draw me another diagram?

You know, if you do want to rough her up a bit, she can take it.

Shut up, Marsden.

You want me to detain you for interfering with my operation?

This piece of sh*t tied me to a chair and b*at me near to death, pregnant, and all you care about is numbers.

DeMarco, I'm gonna tell you one more time.

Whatever you're feeling is unimportant.

My operation will not take a backseat to your personal vendetta.

It's not a matter...

Period! Period!

You know...

I know you Yanks aren't ones for manners, but... where I'm from, it's considered uncouth for a host to be gone this long.

Come on, let's go. I better not see you again.

Always a thrill, Charlie.

Each cash house has 35 workers.

That's 35 mouths to feed and twice as many hands touching your cash, and we're stashing millions in these South Florida homes.

I mean, it's just ill-conceived.

We've had no mishaps in the past.

That's not the point.

The point is you want a numbered account.

The bank cuts out the middleman.

This is 100% legitimate, federally insured.

The money passes through a concentration account, so it never registers as a deposit.

And if you like, you know, we can keep it local, or we can ship it overseas.

And for this service your cut is?

I don't have a cut.

I operate like every other bank...

Chase, Bank of America.

I simply invest your capital until you come to collect.

Germaine brings you in, and this is his requital?

You're not one for loyalty, I see.

No disrespect, but if you cared about loyalty, we wouldn't be having this conversation.

I'm putting 30% back in your pocket.

It's a reassuring name...

DLJ Trust.

Well, if you're looking for reassurance, find it in the business model.

I can show you around tomorrow if you want.

You slithering snake.

I leave for ten minutes, and you nick my seat?

Just keeping the throne warm for you, boss.

You're a proxy. Don't get comfortable.

Enjoying the race?

Everything to your satisfaction?

Yes.

I'd say I'm quite satisfied.

So for Tev's funeral, what do you think, guy...

Three guards is enough?

Jesus Christ, Ari. Three guards?

What are three guards gonna do if Soto comes hard?

"Comes hard"?

You don't know the meaning of hard.

[g*n cocks]

Okay, why don't we go with an even dozen just to be safe?

[chuckles]

[g*n cocks]

[cell phone vibrating]

[sighs] Sorry, man. I got to take this.

[g*n cocks]

[cell phone beeps]

Yeah, what's up?

Hey, man, so you know that girl you decided to sleep with? Yeah.

Javi's on his way to k*ll her right now.

What?

This whole damn family's crazy, man.

Mama's made peace with Martun, but now she's saying she wants Javi to go cut her head off or something.

I don't know.

[sighs] Okay, thanks for the heads-up.

I'll handle it. You need backup?

No, no, nobody's gonna die on my watch, bro.

I owe you.

Okay, man, let me know.

So?

Okay, how about a compromise?

We do ten guys. Ten's good.

Couple of you guys in car out front.

The rest of you guys inside.

Now go home, get some nice sleep.

Hey, Ari, listen, uh, that phone call back there...

That, uh... That was Eva, Javi's girl.

Jesus Christ. Are you a carpenter?

What do you mean?

You're still nailing that?

No, I'm not still nailing that.

Ari, listen to me.

She says that Javi's on his way to her house, that he means to k*ll her.

Now, I think maybe we should roll by and say a little hello to him, hit him when he's separated from his Soto enforcers.

No, no, no, no. You heard Martun.

Nobody make a move. We're in a holding pattern.

A holding pattern, huh?

Okay, Ari, So what's your plan, then?

We just, uh, wait here for them to hit us?

You know, I don't care if you would have banged his mother.

If I was Tevan, that guy never would have come into my place and pulled a g*n on me.

If Martun would have seen that disrespect, he would have buried them right there.

That's my point.

They don't respect you, Ari.

Now, did they put an eagle and a lion on your arms for fashion or for function?

It's time for you to show them who you are.

[inhales deeply]

Let's go save your girlfriend.

That's what I'm talking about.

[tires squealing]

You didn't have to do sh*t, Eva.

All you had to do was not screw up, but you couldn't even do that, huh?

Javi, please.

I was stupid.

Damn straight you were stupid.

You got that pretty-ass face, huh, Eva?

And that's what gets your ass in trouble.

[whimpering] I'm sorry, Javi!

Please!

This is what happens to putas.

[screaming]

Uh-huh. That felt good.

That felt really good.

[screaming]

Okay, stop screaming. I just saved you, dumb-dumb.

Hey, stop screaming. You sound like a car alarm.

Ari, I'll... I'll handle her.

Eva, Eva. No.

Hey, look at me. Let's go, okay?

Come with me.

Yeah, buddy.

Get your shoes on.

Buddy, you're leaking.

You're soaking wet.

You got something right here.

Let's go. Come on.

Hey, look at me.

You've got to get out of town, okay?

Your boyfriend, Javi, he is dead.

But his people will come after you.

You can never come back here.

You can never call anyone that you know, and you can never talk about what you saw.

Take this.

This is your fault, shithead.

You no-d*ck assh*le. I wish I'd never met you.

What is this... $1,000?

Eva, I'm sorry.

Yeah.

I'm sure you are.

Got a mess here, huh?

This is nothing.

Ari, what are you doing?

Gonna send them a message they gonna understand.

I told you, Gusti is lying. Briggs is involved.

No, it's not possible. LA to Seattle is three hours.

2 hours, 40.

It's barely a difference.

Well, we live and die by "barelys," okay?

In that 20 minutes, Briggs could have rented a car, hailed a cab.

He could have hired a g*dd*mn airlift to the Puget Sound.

No. There's no way Briggs could have gotten to the ship and back in time for his return flight.

It's got to be San Francisco, okay?

Yo, Briggs wasn't in Frisco, man.

He was in Mexico that day, having his first meeting with Caza.

I asked him to help me out with Carlito, man.

Before he met up with you, he was in TJ eating goat with Alfredo Armas.

[sighs]

Okay, well, if Briggs was in Mexico, then none of our routes work out anymore.

Wait.

The ship refuels for the last leg of its journey in Santa Barbara.

Briggs could have left Tijuana, driven past LA to Santa Barbara, and still got back in time to meet me at the docks and see Gusti.

Yeah, that's over ten hours of driving.

It's a stretch, but it's possible.

Barely.

Exactly.

And Briggs was late that day.

We got to go. Go where?

Santa Barbara.

All right, a fueling station means Coast Guard.

Coast Guard means cameras.

This whole thing could be on tape.

What if we get there and there's nothing?

[sighs]

Then I'll drop it, okay?

I'll shut up about all this.

Mike, I don't know about your sarin, man, but I do know Briggs didn't come home last night, and now Soto Street's calling everybody in and...

[sighs]

Look, I don't know. Maybe you could be right, man.

Maybe something's up.

They know how to keep their eyes closed and their mouths shut.

So your employees won't be handling the money.

No.

I mean, they could. They'd probably do a fine job.

But only I handle the cash and manage the accounts.

How long until the funds are accessible?

Like any other bank... 24 hours.

I mean, you're handing me millions, right?

It's not gonna count itself.

Listen, it's my understanding...

This numbskull's gonna make it easy for us.

I mean, he literally brings the money to us.

We count it, catalog it, send it to the Federal freakin' Reserve.

In the meantime, we see where he wires funds, who he's writing checks to, even what p*rn he's jerking off to, all without Germaine.

I'm not letting you have him.

You want to be punitive, fine.

You're not gonna get Paulo, 'cause now he belongs to Jakes, not Germaine.

You're backing me into a corner.

Oh, come off it. You backed me in a corner.

I'm just backing us out.

It's my understanding that you have a lot of influence over Germaine's other clients.

You think this is something they might be interested in?

I think if what you're telling me bears out, they would be fools not to.

So your network stays intact.

And you're prepared to hand this over to A*F?

It's all yours, as long as you keep your end of the deal.

And what end is that?

You know what we got here, Charlie?

We got ourselves a proper little farce.

You grab me, they make you let me go.

You grab me, they make you let me go.

It's all running through doors and never quite meeting in the hallway.

This is the hallway, Germaine.

There are no more doors to run through.

Ah, see, I don't think you quite fathom the nature of my arrangement.

You can't touch me.

Dale Jenkins, your friend...

His real name is Dale Jakes, and he's a federal agent.

And just this morning he stole your top client...

Paulo Cavalcanti.

That's bollocks.

I don't know what that means.

That means you're full of sh*t.

Am I?

[laughing]

You little bitch.

I should have dropped you from a ledge when I had the chance.

I'll give it to you, though.

You can take the punishment, can't you?

You should be proud of that.

I don't know. Maybe you even like it.

But I did notice...

You don't have a big old belly.

Things didn't work out in the baby department, huh?

Oh, was that my fault?

Good.

Come on, Charlie.

Come on.

Give me one... for your little dead baby.

You think I'm stupid?

You're angling for a brutality charge.

That sh*t ain't happening today, scumbag.

I'll see you at trial.

[door opens]

Hey. How you doing?

[breathing heavily]

I b*at the sh*t out of him a thousand times in my head.

We're gonna talk about it, okay?

Damn it.

[groans]

Hey, José.

Hola.

Javi didn't come home last night.

You think he's still dealing with that girl?

We sent people there.

No one was there... Just blood.

Look, I used to stay out late too, you know?

Just out being stupid.

My moms would worry, but I was always okay.

It's a mother's job to worry.

Honestly, señora, I don't think anything could keep him away from your carnitas.

He'll be fine, all right? Okay.

Señora?

You got a package.

Package from who?

Aah!

[crying] Javi!

No, Javi, no!

¿Cómo puede ser?

So I have been thinking about you a lot, which is weird, because we don't even know each other, so I have to fill in the blanks, like a game of "Mad Libs."

And what did you come up with?

Well, my first story was mostly dirty words.

[laughs] Yeah. Sounds about right.

But then I figured professional athlete/ volunteer firefighter.

You nailed it. And I cook.

Ask for directions?

Where are we?

So are you gonna tell me?

About me?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

I...I bank. I'm a banker.

Guess that makes us both villains, huh?

You don't really think I'm a villain, do you?

Nah, nah. I met a lot of villains in my time.

Trust me. You don't really fit the bill.

You know, there's a line we give to someone we first meet, because inevitably they ask, "What's it like to represent monsters?

How do you sleep at night?"

And what do you say?

Every American, good or evil, guilty or not guilty, deserves their chance at a fair trial and legal counsel.

Anything short of that...

You may as well tear up the Constitution.

But we both know that's bullshit.

Yes.

So how do you? How do you sleep at night?

In a bed full of money?

Not quite, no.

I mean, the pay is great. Don't get me wrong.

And the perks... who can say no to a free day at the races?

Or free prawns.

The truth is...

Mm.

I am good at what I do, the best.

Not many people can say that.

Let me ask you a question, and if you don't want to answer, you don't have to. Go for it.

What were the dirty words in your first story?

I never loved somebody the way I loved him.

When we were young... the older boys used to pick on Tevan... because he was nothing but skin and bones.

Yeah, they were cruel to you.

The first time I thought I would die was when I was protecting Tevan from some boys twice my size...

[scoffs]

But I punched, right?

And I kicked, and I bit...

[laughs]

[cries softly]

And now I can't protect him anymore.

We should make sure we're set up.

Man, you're one paranoid lady.

Boss... a lot of people whispering about those Mexicans.

Even on the worst of battlefields, the enemy has the right to say good-bye to their fallen.

That's always been the code.

Not everybody respects that code, boss.

You... get your men in place.

If anything is off, I want to hear about it right away.

Okay.

[distant ship horn blows]

Okay, I know exactly what we're looking for, and I know when it was.

I just need you to pull the footage.

Aye, aye, Captain.

The lot and pier feed from 5:00 to 7:00 p.m.

There.

Edge of the frame.

Now what are we looking at?

Bronco. That's his bumper.

Can you punch in?

"Punch in"?

This ain't NASA.

Mike, you might want to take a look at this.

[sighs] Son of a bitch.

Yeah.

And there's our magician.

Mmhmm.

I just don't understand what Briggs would be doing with sarin gas.

[cell phone vibrating]

What, Johnny?

sh*t's going down.

What are you talking about?

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?

Mike?

Johnny, do they have the sarin?

What?

Briggs set this up... Everything.

Do you see a canister?

I-I don't know.

I-I see a couple vans and a bunch of Mexicans, but...

Oh, sh*t.

What, Johnny?

They got something, man.

Is it the gas?

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

What are you waiting for?

Look, they're waiting on me. I got to go.

[line clicks, dial tone] Johnny? sh*t.

What is it? What's happening?

We got to get to Los Angeles.