Graceland

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.

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.

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

Thank you.

All right. Give it a shot.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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. -

You look good. New job?

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...

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 bullshit, man. - It is.

It's $230,000 worth of bullshit.

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.

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.

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?

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.

Need me to hold back your dreads or something?

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.

- - 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.

- - 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 shit.

Look, we all go through shit, 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... I got the devil out.

I feel good now. See?

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