Graceland

Previously, on Graceland...

You can never walk up to a woman and say,

"Hi, I'm special agent Mike Warren."

I'm Abby. Nice to meet you, Mike.

- Put me on Bello. - Hell no.

He's a major player in Long Beach.

He's into drugs and guns.

Jakes just scored a thousand armor-piercing bullets.

You tell Bello that you've got a guy at camp Pendleton

with the bullets, a marine.

- That'd be you. - I got the look, right?

You know what a heat run is?

A heat run is when someone makes

a series of random turns and speed changes

in order to avoid a tail.

Our boy Eddie, he just bought $1/2 million

in illegal ammo.

He always makes the same exact heat run.

You know where he's going.

There they are.

Eddie, how did anyone know where you would be?

I would never betray you.

Light the stove.

Can I buy an ounce?

It's gonna be $200.

I-I heard it was good, though.

- Top of the line. - That's cheap, but okay.

It was the end of an age of virtue,

and the authorities shuddered

as immorality and hedonism intensified.

Finally, Pope Sixtus V declared an end to protestantism.

Visitors swept through Italia like a flash flood.

Their cruelty was boundless, and as time passed

transgressors realized there would be no reprieve.

Watch the car.

My great-grandmother's great-grandmother's

great-grandma ran the kitchen

at the cathedral Di Napoli.

Her name was Francesca.

That math doesn't add up.

This isn't a story about math... listen.

As Francesca prepared

her famous ragu for the inquisitors,

she heard a knock at the cathedral door.

Niccolo, a handsome cordwainer,

begging for sanctuary from the inquisition.

What's a cordwainer again?

A luxury shoemaker. Don't interrupt.

- You'll throw off the magic. - I'm sorry.

Anyway, knowing this kid faced torture or death,

Francesca hid Niccolo in the pantry.

She promised to keep her ragu warm

until the local vicar declared the city cleansed.

Last time you said it was an archdeacon, remember?

Now it's a vicar. Shut up, Johnny.

Yep.

After three long days,

the inquisitors finally left Napoli.

Niccolo survived on the promise and smell of the ragu.

They fell in love

and vowed to pass on the sauce to their children

and their children's children till the end of days.

Yeah.

Every time.

This is Francesca's ragu.

It takes three days to prepare,

and the rules are simple.

Don't touch and don't be late.

There will be no leftovers.

The best bedtime story ever.

Calling it an early one?

Range at 0600.

Blasting the old seven ring.

You need some help?

That depends,

do you have ancestors from medieval naples?

No.

Okay, then don't touch my braciole.

This the score?

Eh, it's crazy these mopes who do a street deal

when you can get the pot legally.

Yeah, there's still a market for it

with teenagers, illegal immigrants,

people that are too embarrassed to ask their doctor.

It's dense.

Thick wiry hairs, purple highlights.

Guessing master Kush and India Kush hybrid.

I'm sorry. What does that mean?

That means there's no way

it should be selling as cheap as $200 an ounce.

- Yo, Chuckie. - Yo.

You gonna be manning that sauce all weekend?

Yeah, I jacked up my back

shutting down the grape street cook.

Figured I'd take a few sick days,

a few more Vicodin.

I hear you, man.

What have you got there, smiley?

- Nothing. - Nothing?

Nothing's making you grin pretty wide.

It's an inside joke.

Men don't grin at their text messages.

It's from Abby.

"Don't forget about Maryland"?

- Who's Abby? - It's the girl from the drop.

- Oh. - What's in Maryland, Mikey?

Softshell crabs. Give it back.

- Huh? - Come on.

No, no, no.

Oh, is your new girlfriend

trying to steal you back to the eastern seaboard?

She's not my girlfriend.

She's not?

We hung out once.

And I know we don't date here.

Give him back his phone, Johnny.

Who said we don't date?

Um, everyone.

We can date. We just can't get too close.

No one expects you to survive

on the company of these degenerates.

Smelling good down here, Chuck.

You missed the story, honey.

Yeah, I know the story, honey.

Now it was a vicar this time.

- A vicar, huh? - Yeah.

- Hey, Mike. - Hmm?

I need to see you in the phone room.

Eddie called.

Listen.

I've been trying to reach you.

- Well, now you got me. - The boss wants a sit-down.

You're in.

Send an address. I'll be there.

Bring your marine friend. The boss would like him too.

- I hope your camo's clean. - Could be another setup.

Yeah, it could.

Smile, Mike.

We just got a sit-down

with Southern California's primary heroin supplier.

1x04 Pizza Box

The agency won't approve DNA testing to match the buds.

For all the money they're throwing at the war on drugs...

It looks the same to me.

Yeah, Dale, come here real quick.

- What's up? - See this?

This is from silver barn collective

up in San Luis Obispo.

You can get it at almost any dispensary in the county.

And this I pulled off an El Segundo high sophomore

last night. It's the same strain.

A lot of weed farms grow more

than they're legally allowed.

End up putting the extra on the street.

Yeah, that's what we're thinking.

I would drive up there and shut 'em down,

but the D.E.A. won't approve farm raids

unless it's a sure thing.

Politicians. Need my help?

You worked that Canadian pipeline

a few years back, right?

Four months up and down the coast in an 18-Wheeler.

Then the state decriminalizes weed,

and the dealers I'm working aren't criminals anymore.

Well, it looks like they're criminals again.

The owner of silver barn is Ashika Pearl.

You gotta be kidding me.

What?

This broad drove me crazy.

Oh, Jakesy had a crush.

No, no, no, no.

I had to fight her off with a stick.

- Really? - Yeah.

It's bad form to sleep with perps.

I will try not to put you in that position,

but if I pose as a dealer, can you set me up a meet?

No, my cover with her had Latin gang contacts.

You don't exactly pass as Mexican mafia.

Well, if it's not Paige, then...

Johnny!

Yo. What?

- You're Mexican, right? - What?

Hey, Mike, why don't you lose the shoulder harness, okay?

I know the tac team's gonna be close,

but I'm not going in there unarmed.

Easy, buddy, I didn't say you were.

Wear it visible though.

We're not the only ones that remember our last meeting.

Oh, you think Bello's gonna respect

a little self-preservation, huh?

Yeah, or he'll shoot you on sight.

Who knows?

Sure you don't want a red rose?

No, man.

All black is more legit.

You want legit, you should let me bic your head.

You ain't touching my head, girl.

My hair ain't much,

but it's the featured attraction, you know?

Mm. That's something for the ladies