Graceland

Previously, on Graceland...

You will end their training soon.

Think about positioning yourself

to become his new bodyguard.

I can put Briggs in a position to recover

- an insane amount of drugs. - Or steal.

- I did it. - You're in?

I got a look at his calendar.

Bigfoot is the name of their operation

for ducking the new predator drones.

They bring the drugs in by submarine.

Odin Rossi's mark.

- You know Odin? - I'd like to meet him.

As soon as you get here,

Quinn is going to get Odin.

He's dead. I killed him.

We're calling this thing off.

He didn't die for nothing.

So where's Odin Rossi?

How's he late? I thought he was a God.

Did you know that undercover cops can't do drugs?

You've seen us use.

Haven't seen you use mine.

I wanna meet this God.

Whistler.

No. No.

Just drop the needle.

Jesus!

Briggs, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Tranquilo, mami.

I'm not trying to scare you, okay?

Goddamn.

Jesus Christ, Charlie.

Brought you some stuff.

Water, tea, bananas, bread.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

You don't look so good.

Yeah, well, I look better than I feel.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Easy, easy. Come here, baby.

Come here, come here, come here, come here.

Oh, God, that stuff knocks you

on your ass, huh?

Yeah.

How much do you remember, huh?

I remember shooting with Quinn's needle

and feeling really, really good.

Mmhmm.

And then I, um,

I think I was hauled out of there, right?

Yeah. Yeah, that was me.

So Odin?

Well, it was between you and him.

I chose you, Charlie.

So it was all for nothing.

Whistler died for nothing.

Let's just be glad that you didn't.

Yeah.

I blew it. No.

- Yeah. - No.

The only thing you need to be worried about right now

is getting better, okay?

This is not some hangover that you can cure

with pedialyte and gatorade.

Yeah.

You're gonna be sick for a few days.

It sucks.

But you can stay here as long as you need to.

Where am I?

Uh, one of my C.I.'s apartments.

Yeah.

Hey, Briggs.

Yeah?

Hmm?

I wanna go home.

I-I wanna be in my own bed.

I get that, but you can't go back to Graceland.

Not right now.

Why not?

Because if the bureau catches wind of this, Charlie,

you will be done dada, okay?

Out of here, you can forget about Graceland.

You'll be looking for a whole new line of work, babe.

I brought you here to save your career.

Thank you, Paul.

This will be our little secret.

Get some rest.

Moving closer for verification.

Pursuing verified target.

Hold your positions.

Narco sub just surfaced.

This is the drug enforcement agency.

You are surrounded.

There is no escape.

Proceed to shore and surrender your vessel

or you will be boarded.

Come out slowly with your hands up.

And of course it's one of my cousins.

All right, I better get on board

and secure the evidence, 'cause this is my bust.

And we did all the heavy lifting.

No way I'm giving the bureau credit for this one.

Come on, we gave you the tip-off.

Sir, the caza cartel has a nasty habit

of leaving bombs behind.

I've seen my fair share of IEDs.

And I do have a good eye for...

Booby traps?

Yeah, so I think it's a great idea

that Tuturro goes on instead of one of our guys.

Can't argue with that.

Next time you say "booby traps,"

look me in the eyes.

You know I'm just kidding, babe.

What's up, player? Lost, bro?

Hey, Johnny, how's it going?

There's definitely been two dudes living down here

for a while.

I need to come up for some air.

Oh, my God, it stinks down there.

Ugh, talk about a yellow submarine.

- What'd you find? - Not a damn thing.

It's empty?

No drugs at all.

Hell with it, it's not every day

we get to put one of these out of commission.

Yeah, taking down a narco sub

sure looks good on a resume too.

Still, you could buy a fleet of subs

with the drugs that ain't on this one.

Where they are supposed to be,

because I know you're not stupid enough

to bring them here.

Where are they supposed to be?

I don't care that your sub was captured.

I need my drugs.

The next one will be right on time.

It had better be!

Did I seem angry?

Fooled me. What's up?

The feds stopped one of the cartel's submarines,

the one hauling my shipment.

That's tough luck.

Luck has nothing to do with it.

The cartel assures me that the drugs are perfectly safe.

The product is towed in a torpedo body.

If the DEA intercepts the submarine,

they cut the torpedo loose.

So, what, it's just sitting at the bottom of the ocean?

The cartel will retrieve it once the coast is clear.

So why were you so pissed?

My show of anger got them to discount 15%.

Business, Mike. Always business.

I'm surprised they'd be so careless.

What do you mean?

Well, I mean, a fishing boat could snag it,

the feds could find it,

or it could just disappear.

It's a big ocean. Things get lost.

You want me to betray one of the most dangerous cartels

in the world?

It's $20 million.

Free drugs.

Who are you, eh?

I'm going to say this once.

Do not try to be something you are not.

I was just looking out for you, sir.

We don't know where they dropped it.

The ocean is big.

What if I knew someone

who specialized in just that sort of thing?

I'd say I didn't know you if the wrong people found out.

They won't.

If you didn't think it was possible, why would they?

Tell me about it on the ride.

1x06 Hair of the Dog

Michael, Jonathan would like a word.

Hey, yo, Rawhide,

Outlaw's Daughter,

The Silver Whip.

Dude, unless these are dirty movies,

you best be getting them off my DVR.

What do you have against westerns?

I love westerns, 'cause I'm a man.

What I don't love is them recording over my episodes

of swamp loggers.

- They'll be gone soon. - Thank you.

Like Bello.

We heard the tape.

- So you like my plan? - Eh.

All I need is a diver

to go down there and get those drugs,

bring them up, put them in Bello's hands,

you guys ride in, take him out.

Yeah, would have been great

if you ran that brilliant idea

past your training officer first.

Briggs, there was a moment, and I grabbed it.