Graceland

Previously on Graceland...

So, uh, Mike, did you, you know, experience anything?

When you were in that sleep of death,

was there any enlightenment?

Careful with that stuff, Mike.

I know. It's just more pain than I thought.

You help me get Lucia, I'll help you get your money.

- Johnny! - Lucia!

If I die, she dies.

That's a good boy, Johnny.

Are you police?

No, I'm not a cop!

- Stupid... - Stop!

Not in the stomach.

- I want Germaine. - I don't know where he is.

But I know a guy in South Florida.

He's a dealer. Germaine cleans his cash.

I can make an introduction for you.

Ari Adamian... he's a lieutenant in the Sarkissian family.

The previous UC spent, Colby Moore, spent the last week

establishing you with Ari, building an ID.

Somebody has to be held accountable for Ari's crimes.

I'll be their sin-eater.

Sammy O'Malley is dead! This operation is over.

It is not over until it is over!

Logan won't let me put Ari away, so I'm going to put him down.

You can't keep ignoring me.

Baby, I want to be with you all the time,

but if your father find out, I'm a dead man.

No. Help!

Help! No, please! Somebody...

No, no, no, no, no, no. Do you know who my father is?

He's Martun Sarkissian. He'll kill you!

No! Please, please!

[cell phone vibrating

Yeah.

Where'd you find him?

What the hell are you doing?

I'm trying to locate a deactivated cell phone,

drop a little heat map,

see if I can't triangulate this guy's position.

Hey.

Sid Markham's dead.

- Dead? - Yeah.

What? Explain.

Somebody put a bullet in his head

and dropped him at the border.

Oh, my God.

He must have gone running to Carlito.

I say the piece of shit got what he deserved.

Yeah, for sure,

but it should have been one of us that took him out.

Yeah, damn right it should have been one of us.

It's time to shut Carlito down.

About time. Take down the planes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. We don't have him yet.

Right, Mike? I mean, we shut him down, he walks.

What the...

Mike, I'm still under, man. Let me... let me get them.

I get it, Johnny, all right?

But this is my case.

Sid's dead, and you are no closer to arresting Carlito

than you were a month ago.

There's a point where we need to settle for victory and move on.

Mike's right, Johnny.

Sometimes you take the win, fight another day.

Oh, yeah, that's funny coming from you two.

Okay, DEA's got district offices in Vegas and Riverside.

We can be mobile within the hour.

HSI? They take care of those stash houses?

Yeah, whatever you need.

You know what? The hell with you all, man.

I'm on him.

Mmm.

What is this, a petting zoo?

Uncuff her.

All right, here's the deal.

We're looking for a contact named Reggie.

Reggie knows the whereabouts of a Germaine Marsden.

Amber here met Reggie at the docks over there

and then went back to his place,

which is somewhere in the vicinity.

Her memory's a little hazy.

We're going to run a search pattern up and down these streets

until we find something that looks familiar.

Your job is to follow and provide support if needed.

So put your dicks back in your pants, capisce?

Yes, sir.

I brought you sandwiches for the ride. Let's go.

- Where's my sandwich? - You don't get a sandwich.

You can be a nasty bitch.

Yeah, and you can be a drunk slut.

Let me tell you something...

You better find that Reggie or else no booze or boys ever.

Find him.

Federal agents! Drop your weapons now!

Hands over your head!

Hey.

After all this, you want the honors?

No. It's all yours. Go ahead.

- You hear that? - Yeah. Open it.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10,

11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20...

God damn it!

Carlito knew we were coming.

Mike.

- Hey. - Gun! We got a gun!

Mike! Get down! Mike!

Mike!

There's 29.

There's only 29.

You're following me.

Next thing out your mouth better be an explanation.

I need your help.

It's not long-term.

It's no-term. I quit the job to get away from Ari.

- Wait a second. You quit? - Yeah.

Logan said he pulled you because you got stage IV cancer, bro.

I don't know how Logan rationalizes his bullshit.

You know what?

I'm sure in his own mind, Logan's bullshit is noble.

Look, man, you've been in my shoes.

They're making me the new sin-eater.

Is that what we are?

Isn't it, though?

There was this Uzbek.

He had these type-two AKs that Sarkissian's going to flip

to the Punjabi Separatist Movement.

Me and Ari go meet the guy. Turns out they're not AKs.

They're these old Red Army PPS submachine guns.

So the Uzbek's all apologies. He's not a gun guy.

He didn't know. He promises a big discount the next time.

He's telling the truth.

But if you know Ari...

Before I know it, he's wrapped the guy in chains,

hooked him to the back of the car.

Uzbek's begging, screaming.

Ari told me to drive.

"We're gonna see how fast this guy can run."

What could I do?

I got up to 65 before the screaming stopped.

I begged to get out, but Logan kept me in.

I don't have your option, Colby, of walking away.

Let's get this guy, man.

I need you.

I can't go back, Paul.

You don't have to see the man.

You don't have to talk to him.

All you have to do is walk with me.

Wait.

Wait. That looks familiar.

Make a left up here.

No. No, no, no. No. Damn.

We ain't any closer to Reggie than we were in Los Angeles.

All right, I remember passing a bar.

Yeah, and a strip mall. You said that already.

There's a goddamn strip mall every 100 yards here.

It's sense memory.

No, it's bullshit is what it is. You're conning me.

No.

- Yeah. - I'm not.

Okay.

All right, let's just head back to the dock and start again.

We're... we're done.

I'm going home. You're going back to jail.

That's it.

We could still find Reggie.

- There is no Reggie. - Yes! He exists.

Okay, so where is he, then, huh?

Because all I got is a first name.

Literally, that's all I have.

He had a doctor in Little Havana.

All right, I mean, I don't know shit about him,

but that's where he got his Oxy...

I think.

Are you kidding me?

I know.

Without a name, it's useless.

Amber, "dirty doctor in Little Havana"

should have been the first thing out of your mouth.

I'm FBI. I can do something with that.

God damn.

That mean I'm not going back to jail?

Not yet.

Oh!

- Hey. - Hey.

Is that the 1066?

Yep.

Sign off, and we can close the book on Sid.

Want to talk about what happened today?

We got all Solano's guys in the hot box.

No one's saying how Carlito knew we were coming.

Not talking about Carlito.

That guy opened up on you, and you didn't even notice.

You just move faster than me.

Mike...

you were standing in the middle of the desert counting chickens.

Looks good.

- Holy shit. - Hmm? Oh, yeah.

Not bad, huh?