Graceland

Johnny: Previously on "Graceland"...

Quiero Ari Adamian y Martun Sarkissian muerto!

I told you, this is good stuff, huh?

We have a deal?

Uh-huh, but I want your car keys.

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

Why didn't Briggs just tell us?

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

That's bullshit.

Did you arrest Martun?

I need somebody who can talk to Ari.

Well, that sounds like a very unpleasant experience.

Aah!

This still ends with you burning.

This, um, money-laundering bit...

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

Get to the point.

I need you to peel me off some.

I'm not going to prison, man.

You've been in my shoes before, remember?

I will never call on this favor again.

How much are we talking?

Enough to run away and stay gone.

Jakes: What's important to you?

What is it?

Is it money?

Is it truth? Is it justice?

What do you believe in?

Martun Sarkissian, domestic terrorist.

Agent Briggs, this HSI report is highly compelling.

Mm.

Yeah, highly compelling...

and utterly fabricated.

"Fabricated"?

There's nothing fabricated about it.

For example, details...

Did Agent Michael Warren stumble across a case

via the Deep Net?

Yes, he did.

Did it lead him to Gusti Kadek Pendit?

Yes, as a matter of fact, it did.

Did he, as per his profession,

go undercover with Gusti

and ride that relationship to Martun Sarkissian?

Yes, yes, and yes.

And did you generate the entire series of events?

You know what, sir?

I don't see my name anywhere in here.

You let Adamian burn me.

I've got nerve damage, Briggs,

and this...

this is permanent.

How could you possibly think

I would sign off on this bullshit?

Right now one of the most powerful weapons dealers

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

is cooling his heels

in a United States Army detention facility.

Now, if that file goes through, Logan,

he never walks free again.

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

the case against Martun crumbles,

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

You know, you once offered me...

A simplification.

You said...

either take down some really nasty guys and come out rosy

or slog through a river of shit

and wind up at Rikers.

Well, it looks like we're floating

in the same boat now, Captain.

So...

what do you want to do... Roses or shit?

It's your call.

Warren will have to sign off on it.

You can't be serious.

I endorse this, I perjure myself.

Is that what you're suggesting?

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

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

This isn't about winning or losing, Mike.

This is about keeping

Martun Sarkissian off the streets.

You know, you had me investigating air.

I mean, literally a keg of air.

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

Do you think I'm an idiot?

Quite to the contrary.

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

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

and still I didn't give you enough credit,

because you caught on to me.

And what about Gusti, huh?

I sign this, you go free.

He's gonna get shipped to Guantánamo.

The truth is that we covered up Toros' death.

We kidnapped Martun Sarkissian's daughter,

and we got Colby Moore killed.

Mike, HSI is this close

from closing the books on the sarin, this close.

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

before they uncover the truth about your addiction?

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

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

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

But do you want to burn the whole house too?

Anything?

Nothing that will tell us where Ari's hiding.

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

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

and then so will we.

Question is, are we gonna find him alive?

Soto.

They've been out there for days.

You think they'd be a little less obvious.

Yeah, well, maybe they don't mind

if Ari knows they're coming.

- Hey, big boy. - Hey.

- You starting early? - What's up?

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

What's going on?

So, uh, where's your girl at?

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

and, uh, she's coming.

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

She thinks I'm Dale Jenkins,

a money launderer out of Miami.

You told her that you're a money launderer?

Yeah, it just kind of fell out.

You lie for your job every day.

How did it just fall out, Dale?

I don't know how it fell out,

but that's just the situation.

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

My business associates.

Like criminals.

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

Can you do that? Have you done that before?

You're such a freakin' hypocrite, man.

Guys, listen...

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

and I want her to like you.

She's kind of important to me,

so can we just not screw this up?

- All right, bro. - Thank you.

So where's she at?

Right there.

Damn.

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

and this maniac is in the middle of the lobby,

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

- Butt-ass. - What? No.

Butt-ass.

Covered in blood.

No.

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

Everyone's screaming,

and he starts climbing on top of a Jaguar

and yelling, "Where's Tobey?"

Who's Tobey? I don't know.

Who's Tobey, babe?

Did you find out who Tobey was?

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

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

The guy starts kicking in the windshield...

Bare feet, just smashing it in. What?

Whatever drugs that dude was on, they were good.

- The good stuff. - PCP, angel dust.

For sure. Oh, no doubt, yeah.

Yeah, for sure.

Is that part of your job?

Hmm?

I used to represent a company that put lead paint

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

We all have to make a living, right?

So true.

Ah.

Happy birthday. Drinks are on him.

Thank you.

- Ah, ha ha. - Thank you.

What, you think I forgot?

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

You knuckle draggers forgot it's her birthday.

- Charlie. - Oh, my God, Charlie.

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

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

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

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

yo, Johnny T style.

- All right. - Cheers.

- Happy birthday, Chuckie. - Happy birthday.

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

Make a wish.

Pretty amazing, huh?

Yeah, she seems real cool.

Nah, Joe Camel's cool.

She's something else, man.

So what are you gonna do?

About what?

You brought Courtney here,