Graceland

Previously, on Graceland...

- It's Whistler. - Whistler?

He's a meth head who works for me now.

I got a score, Charlie.

20%, that's what the government pays,

and it's plenty of money.

$500,000 for 50 pounds.

Seems kind of low.

He's trying to jack up the price

to increase his cut.

You guys can piss off.

- Hands up! - You set me up.

Don't move.

I can't use you as a C.I. anymore.

What am I supposed to do?

Go to a rehab or a clinic or something.

Can I get my check soon?

You want me to teach them to shoot?

My recruits, they are quite savage,

but they lack the practical skill.

I'm in.

You called to ask me out.

I'll see you at the drop.

Who are you?

You know who I am.

You are setting me up.

This isn't a bluff.

If we spread that rumor,

we are writing his death warrant.

Are you working with the FBI?

No.

This is going to end one of two ways.

Don't...

Hey, what's going on with you?

- There was an accident. - Are you hurt?

No. I saw it.

Go home.

Johnny, what are you doing? Get off my bed.

You're not waking up, dude. This ain't like you.

I had a rough night last night, okay?

Oh, right, did you? Did you?

What happened, man? What happened?

I don't want to talk about it.

Good, 'cause nobody wants to hear...

- John. - About your shitty life.

Paige wants to throw the football around.

I'm not in the mood, okay?

She's got a new bikini, dude.

Trust me, you're in the mood.

It's worth it.

No, Johnny!

Get back here! Whoo!

Oh, you barreled it.

I thought you played in college.

Get him!

Get him!

- Oh, shit. - I got him!

- Well? - It's worth it.

No, no, no, no.

Oh, she almost hit his face. Whoo!

Hey, time out, time out, time out.

I'll be back in a minute. Right, babe?

You guys want to stop trading make up tips

and just throw the damn ball?

Now what? Now what?

I'm taking the ball. I'm taking this.

Dicks.

Get out of here.

Good talk?

Good talk.

Charlie.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You caught me, Mikey.

Damn. He caught us both.

Secret 10:00 A.M. skag party in Charlie's room, man.

Hey, you could dial up the euphoria

a couple of notches, by the way.

I sold that euphoria.

You bought that, right?

Oh, perfect euphoria.

Sorry, but Mikey doesn't know the difference

between brownstone and belushi.

No offense, Mike.

Brownstone is hashish.

Belushi is coke mixed with heroin.

Well, excuse me. I stand corrected, buddy.

Impress me. What's that?

Hemoglobin, courtesy of the bureau.

Huh.

So this is what you guys use

when you need to shoot up in front of people.

Looks real, cooks real, smells real.

Just wish the needles weren't real.

Hate the needles.

You should practice a little more.

Shit.

You seen this mug lately?

Euphoria is its default setting.

And I'm just saying, a little more "o" mouth

would sell the euphoria, babe. Oh.

I'm a junkie, not a sex doll.

Yo.

Messenger dropped off your transmitter.

- Yeah. - We're good to go.

What's this about a sex doll?

Should I be in on this?

Charlie fake shot up,

but she didn't use enough "o" mouth.

You gotta do the "o" mouth.

- Oh. - Oh.

Oh.

What's going on, anyway?

Is it a heroin deal?

Yeah, Paul and I are doing this...

uh, actually, that's Eric and Katie.

Using different first names?

Thought we didn't do that. We don't do that.

This is one of the reasons why.

These aliases go back to before we knew better.

Katie's my first cover at Graceland.

And today, she and Eric are going to be partying

with a mid-level dude in a distribution ring

out of Playa Del Rey.

Setting up a deal with the boss.

You wanna come?

Listen, I'd love to,

but I've got my thing with the bureau shrink, so.

Be strong, Mikey.

Wow.

This is, uh...

this is some heavy stuff.

You watched the guy end it right in front of you.

You doing okay?

I thought you were supposed to be my shrink.

I'm serious, Mike.

If you need to talk to somebody,

we can arrange something.

What I need to do is understand

what I'm doing here.

You're investigating Briggs.

I know who I'm investigating, Juan.

The thing is, every time I think he's making some play,

I find out that he's just doing something

for the good of the house,

or to save one of us.

Because he is... he's a master manipulator.

You know what I think it is?

Briggs is a complicated guy who does things

in an unorthodox manner, but he gets results.

I wish you could understand the scope of this.

Listen to me.

I've done everything that you've asked me to do.

I've followed the money, I've earned this guy's trust,

and all it's gotten me is a front row seat

to somebody blowing his brains out.

There are really good reasons why we're investigating Briggs.

And I think I've earned the right to know.

Whew, Q, this new stuff you got is intense, baby.

It's like...

Puts China white to shame.

Yeah. You know why.

Odin Rossi's mark.

You're the only one in so. Cal that's retailing, dude.

- Mm-hmm. - How'd you get so lucky?

Maybe it's my good looks and my charm.

- Ah. - Maybe.

I'd like to meet him.

What's in it for me?

A hefty finder's fee.

We'll stay off your turf and give you a chip off the brick.

I'm thinking.

Yo, thanks for hanging with me tonight.

Yeah, well, Mike's got his head doctor,

and now you owe me, so...

- I owe you? - Yeah.

- For this? - This isn't free.

- - Explain this to me,

because Quinn is not a major player, so...

no. No, I know, but right now,

he's the only contact we have to Odin Rossi, so.

Honestly, who names their kid "Odin"?

Badass parents, that's who.

That's dope. Odin?

Tell me about this finder's fee.

50k. Clean cash.

- 50? - Yeah.

Come on, guys. I mean, I thought we were friends.

We are friends.

75k. Are we better friends?

Maybe...

Eric, this is cool?

Hey, man, she does what she wants.

I don't handcuff my chicks. Well...

What happened?

Last time I saw the two of you,

I mean, you were all over each other.

Well, you know, it's business now.

Wait, did I... did I miss something?

Charlie and Briggs?

Mmhmm.