Graceland s03e06 Episode Script

Previously on Graceland So what now, boss? Now, the truth has come out about me and Layla, Martun is not so happy with me.
Colby's dead, guys.
We burned the fingers on the wrong hand.
Colby was my fault, so what's the plan? Ari has been supplanted by Toros Berbarian.
I want to work you under with him so that when Tevan Adamian dies We've got somebody on the inside.
I'm gonna need a hand on this pillbilly deal.
At some point, I got to introduce my West Coast money guy.
You know, anytime you need help, I got you.
I'm done with painkillers, Charlie.
Found it.
This about your crazy birds and numbers? None of it's crazy.
I've been tracking an exchange on DarkMarquet.
An undisclosed parcel pickup here in Los Angeles - Who the hell is that? - What, that's not your guy? I mean, it's a guy, but that's a kid.
Gusti Kadek Pendit.
He's a repeat offender.
Trespassing, petty theft, receipt of stolen property, vandalism I'm getting in the trunk.
This thing is bigger than I could have ever imagined.
It's a Soviet CW unit.
Your kid is rolling around with a WMD? What the hell is he doing with that? I think the better question is who the hell is he supposed to deliver this to? Jesus, Mike, "Following direct exposure to sarin gas, victims suffer tightness of breath, nausea, - drooling" - Yes, I read the report.
"Soon, the victim loses control of the basic bodily functions.
- There's vomiting, defecation, urination.
" - Briggs Finally, the victim experiences convulsive spasms.
Convulsive spasms and suffocation, and death occurs within ten minutes.
I know the symptoms.
It's a big deal.
Gusti is not a terrorist.
He moved here to become a stunt man, not to release chemical gas.
Uh-huh.
My guess: he's a middleman at best.
He's holding it.
Gonna deliver it to someone.
Well, then, that someone is our terrorist.
We have to notify the Bureau, the Department of Homeland Security.
No.
No! DHS will just black-bag this thing.
Yes, the sarin will be off the street, but if Gusti doesn't talk, we never find out who the man behind the curtain is.
We cannot leave the gas in play and handle this by ourselves.
There's no way.
This case is real now because of what I saw.
We have to see it through.
I was meant to do this, Paul.
All right.
What the hell is this? It smells like Hector's Tacos.
Oh, yeah.
That's his daughter.
I'm pretty sure she's wearing Johnny's shirt.
She better not have gone upstairs.
I'm telling you.
I don't think either of them made it upstairs.
- Yo.
- Wow.
- Oh.
- Are you serious? Get out, man.
Come on.
Get out.
Johnny, you better get this couch steam cleaned, you disgrace.
I didn't do nothing, Chuck.
Get out of here.
Come on.
Do you realize that Ms.
Tacos is kind of just, like, roaming around the kitchen free? Good for her.
Johnny, get her out of the house.
- Get her out of the house.
- No! Weren't y'all the ones talking about, "Oh, oh, go off and get yourself laid"? - You said that, didn't you? - Yes, not by Lucia's twin! And just, not on the couch, Johnny.
Okay.
I can get rid of her.
But, uh, think aout what you're asking me.
You want me to get rid of Hector's Tacos, best Mexican food this side of Pico? Is that really what you want? Lordy! Lordy! Hey, whoever's cooking is making a sweet, sweet siren song.
- And it's Jenny.
Hey.
- Hey.
Just trying out a new recipe, making huevos rancheros with chorizo and home fries with fresh pico de gallo.
And for you, chilaquiles.
Thanks, baby.
Johnny, what are you up to later? I was thinking about relaxing.
Do you want to help me out with something? Yeah, this might take precedence over relaxing, Johnny.
Mike, you have to go to Miami with me today.
It's all lined up.
That's today? Yeah.
I can't today.
You have to today.
I told them I was bringing my West Coast guy.
I can do it.
Can they handle a black man? Yeah.
You sure you're available? Oh, yeah.
So what exactly do you guys do? If you had to guess, what would you say? Do what? - Pornographers? - No.
- Wow.
- Why? Maybe some of us.
You're attractive, you do business in Miami, and he wants to know if they can handle a black man.
She makes a good point, guys.
Uh, we're not we're not pornographers.
I mean, it's fine if you are.
Breakfast was so good, baby.
- Thank you.
- I got to take this, guys.
Actually, Jenny, we're CIA deep cover agents.
Hey, Ari, what's up, man? Vince, where's my crate? Ari, I swear, the shipment is fine.
It's safe.
They have it in a facility in Sao Paulo.
In Brazil? I ain't playing the bossa nova, buddy.
I want my crate here.
- The crate's been flagged.
- Well, I have an idea.
Why don't you get it unflagged, asshole? Listen, Customs came.
They pulled my bond.
Okay, it's nothing.
It's procedural, but my hands are tied for a few days.
I need your help.
So, let me get this straight.
You lose my boss' shipment, and then you ask for his help? What kind of shit is this? Come on, who is this guy, huh? Christ's sake.
I've been running your shit through Clear-Line for years.
What kind of help do you need? They already hired someone to replace me.
Course they did.
Business can't stop.
What would you like us to do? The new hire make him quit.
Fine.
I'll look into it for you.
Thank you.
Thank you, Ari.
So we understand each other, Clear-Line is my domain.
I'll take my guy, and we'll settle it.
So we understand each other, this is straight from Tevan.
He's asked me to keep an accounting of your revenue streams and of your pets.
Uncle Tev asked you to be my babysitter? No, he asked me to be your supervisor.
You want to tag along, that's fine.
Just, you know, stay out of way if things get rough, okay? Don't want you to get hurt.
Let's get this over with.
Clear-Line Shipping this belongs to the Sarkissians? No, it's legit.
We just piggyback.
How you think we move contraband up and down the coast across borders? Jesus.
Ari, you know, it's like a sickness.
You got this need to tell this guy everything, and I'm letting you know, Martun has big ears.
Yeah, maybe I should whisper.
Vince moves everything through.
No Vince, no planes.
Where's the new manager? Hello? Where is the new manager? Fellas, how can I help you? You I know you.
I doubt it.
You you ever been to Atlanta? No.
But I feel I've seen you before.
Hmm.
Maybe we had a screw.
Okay, excuse my assistant.
Miss Rucincki.
Paige.
Paige.
I'm sorry, Paige.
The man is a Neanderthal.
- Pay him no mind, okay? - Yeah.
My name is Toros.
How can I help you? Well, you can start by packing your shit and leaving your keys for Vince Gozerian.
How about that, sweetheart? Really? Okay.
- And so we're done here.
- Uh-huh.
You know, we love the way you walk away.
You should aim for the exit.
You're the Sarkissians.
Cloak and dagger wasn't exactly Vince's strong suit.
Everyone knew he always had a deal.
What part of "this ain't your job anymore" don't you understand, sweetheart? You don't want to wave bon voyage, you won't be doing any more waving at all.
Oh, wait.
Wait, no.
Just listen to me.
- Shut up! - Let me finish.
Let's give this bitch a manicure and call Vince.
- That's good.
Yeah.
- Hey! Hey! I'm the boss here.
Wait a second.
Hear me out.
You don't want Vince.
Okay, he lost a package in Brazil, right? Not lost stuck.
I'm on a first-name basis with Brazilian Customs agents, okay? I'll make one phone call.
Let me talk to them.
- Don't believe her.
- Please.
- Don't believe her.
- Do it, honey.
Take a breath.
Do it.
Get off me.
Get off me.
Okay.
Rosario, this is Paige.
It's, uh it's marked Sarkissian.
Oh, look at this.
She's a freaking linguist.
Stamp it nonprofit pampers for refugees.
Pampers? Yeah.
I can't exactly mark it "illegal Armenian shit," can I? One more thing: Vince used to boast at how he got 10%? Yeah.
I want 20.
- Is that right? - This bitch You do have a set of balls on you.
If it makes it here, we'll talk.
How's that? Oh, um, what was it that you said? Bon voyage? You know, if there is one thing I have learned about Ari's crazy ass, it's that if you don't want him to do something horrible, you damn well better do something horrible first.
Okay, so once I'm under with Toros, you should pull the plug on Ari.
No.
The Sarkissians sail on fickle winds, Paige.
When Tevan finally dies, we should both be under.
Yeah.
Yeah, no, you're right.
See you tonight.
All right.
Bye.
- Hey.
- Hey.
What do you got her mixed up in? Oh, she's just helping me take another run at Martun, you know? I mean, she volunteered, so Oh.
You don't take volunteers on a sinking ship, Paul.
Just saying.
- Hey, Mike.
- Hey.
What's he doing? Canang sari.
It's a daily offering.
An offering to who? Gods, ancestors, demons.
The Balinese are always begging favor from someone.
Don't listen, okay? She's telling fibs.
You know, all day, the gods give to us, okay? They give us the sun, or maybe they give us the water.
Canang sari is not begging.
It's the time when you give back.
You think the gods need I give a little.
Maybe it comes back to me more.
That's called karma.
No, that's called bribery.
Hey, Vin, if you believe in karma, how do you make your living ripping people off? Karma is good, man, but eating is better, okay? I'll do better in my next life.
I don't know if I believe exactly in, you know, being born as something else, but but I read this thing once, right? It was about the conservation of energy, right? That when you die, your energy has to go somewhere, so it, um it measurably dissipates.
And this dissipation, some people think, is our soul in transit.
Jesus Christ, you two are made for each other.
Listen, you live.
You die.
- Shit happens in between.
- Get down! LAPD! - Oh! Oh! - Do not move! Hands on your head! Down! Hands on your head! Down! - Get away from me! - Slow! Get the hell off of me! Bastard, let me go! You don't have anything in your pockets that's gonna stick me, right? - Uh-uh.
- Shit, man, I'm so screwed.
Everything's fine, man.
Everybody's okay.
Nobody's screwed.
Naw, man.
Your friend's right.
You're both screwed.
Shit, Vin.
Shit, shit, shit.
Relax, man.
They don't have anything.
Except my leg.
What? You complain they scratch it or something, they buy you a new one.
It's good, it's a win.
No, you don't understand.
This is bad.
Man, I do this maybe 1,000 times nothing bad, okay? First rule, no one has anything on anyone, okay? No one nothing.
You get it? Sort of.
They'll let us out in a few hours.
Just watch.
All right.
You two, come on.
Take him.
- Dale, come on! It's time to go! - Oh, it's a domestic flight! Will you chill? We only got to be there an hour before.
It's fine.
- Dale? - What? What are you wearing? Are you kidding? What are you talking about? I look I look good.
You look like you're going to the Grammys or something.
These are swamp people.
You know that, right? Like, cray.
Yeah, and you want them to introduce me to Germaine, their money launderer.
Eventually.
So I better look like I'm pushing at least half a mil a week.
I thought about this.
You thought about it? They're gonna make fun of you.
- It's 5,000 degrees down there.
- They're swamp people.
- They're gonna kill you.
- I'll be fine.
Look at this idiot flirting with this whore.
He doesn't know his business.
He just wants to get up her skirt.
The joke is on him, 'cause she is a carpet muncher.
- I can tell.
- Yeah, Toros ain't shit, man.
He's soft, and the only reason why Martun promoted him is because Layla couldn't keep her legs shut.
But I'll tell you what: we bow for now, but he's just keeping the throne warm for you, Ari.
Let's not forget that.
Everything is accounted for? Like I said, 12 hours max for this box of donated Pampers.
Toros! Toros! - Oh, boy.
- I call LuAnn in HR.
I ask when my office is ready.
She says new woman is staying.
I say no.
Then, LuAnn says to me, "The new woman is meeting with Toros and Ari tonight.
" So here we are, and I am getting screwed.
Hey, Vince, I suggest you fall back and take some of that bass out your voice.
Bitch steals my job, and you don't lift a finger? I'm going to U.
S.
Customs.
Guy, you better find a mop.
Easy.
Hey, Vince.
You know what? I suspect you and I had very different childhoods.
You know why? I don't know about you, but when I was seven years old, the thing I wanted more than anything in the world was a Schwinn Sidewinder.
I begged for that bike, man.
I begged, and I begged, and one day, my daddy made me a promise.
He said, "Son, when Christmas comes, you're getting a Sidewinder.
" Let go of me.
Well, hot damn, if Christmas didn't just roll around I jumped out of bed.
I ran downstairs.
I looked under the tree, and do you know what I saw, Vince? I saw my dad laid out in a puddle of his own piss with a fifth of Beam in his hand, no Sidewinder in sight! Listen, I don't care about your Do you know what I learned that day, my friend? I learned that promises don't mean shit, and if you want something in this life, you have to step up and take it! Oh, my face! Oh, you asshole! Jesus Christ, guy, I'm gonna get you a bicycle.
I promise.
I always keep my promises.
Ari, have your lapdog clean this up and take him to a hospital.
Come on, honey.
Come walk with me.
Sorry you had to see that.
It's nothing I can't handle.
Oh, you like a bit of roughhouse? Say, um, I'd like to work with you.
Would you like that? Here's my card.
I wrote my personal information on the back.
We should get together and talk about, um, you know, dates and schedules and everything, you know? - Hey, y'all.
- What the hell? Gene, Cash, this is my boy Dale, the guy I was telling you about.
Cash, huh? Must make you the boss.
Ain't nobody the boss.
All right.
My bad.
So, uh, did she not tell you where you were headed? 'Cause, you know, this here's the swamp, son.
You're about to get those shiny loafers mighty, mighty muddy.
Hey, look at you.
You look like a goddamn peacock, boy.
Yeah, well, I noticed the road was hardly paved, but you're telling me the 21st century couldn't find its way out here? Hey, they're just messing with you, man.
Right? Yeah, we're just messing.
Good, 'cause I flew six hours and three time zones to talk business, not fashion.
I need more supply.
- Can't do it.
- Sure you can.
Buying 2,000 units a week.
We want to up it to 5,000.
Look, we're already pushing the limits of what we can do without hanging out a sign that says "Oxy Dealers.
" Yeah, well, demand's really high right now, so, you know God damn it, woman, do you even got the word "listen" in your vocabulary? We'll give you an extra point.
I know you might not be able to do the math that's pretty damn good.
Extra point puts you in the driver's seat.
We're already paying fair market.
I'ma ask you something.
Shoot.
You ever go hunting? Hey.
Hey, Mike.
Hey, you don't look very good, man.
I think you are sick.
You all right? I'm fine.
What time is it? Uh, I don't know.
Maybe morning.
They don't give you watch in here.
Hey, American jail is not bad, huh? Jail in Indonesia, man, it's less nice, okay? You don't have money, you don't get to eat.
What are we doing here? They give me, like, a million questions.
It's all about my car.
"Where was it last night? Where was it the night before?" It's maybe I think it's about the teeth.
Yeah.
All right, listen.
This isn't about you.
I had a friend in Vegas, right? He needed somebody who could shoot the wheels off an armored truck.
Oh, for real? Was it full of, like, casino money? - Yeah.
- Like Ocean's Eleven.
Yeah.
We do the job.
It goes great.
We hit the truck 800 grand.
Back to my buddy's place to lay low, and he shoots me.
Whoa.
- Oh, man, this - Yeah.
- This one - Don't touch it.
Now, Vegas PD, they tell me they're gonna bring me to the courthouse right from the hospital.
Uh-uh.
I took all the cords plugged into my hospital equipment, and I put it together into a rope, and I swing down from the second floor, and I've been on the run ever since.
Oh, you oh, man.
Hey, I just want you to know, man, whatever happens, that you're the coolest guy I ever met.
- Hey, listen.
- Huh? - Before I go in there - Huh? You have to tell me if you're involved in anything else.
I do many jobs, man.
Nothing to worry about.
You're up.
We put the kid under a lamp for three hours.
He spent the whole time joking around.
Yeah, that's because he thinks the whole thing's a shakedown.
He's not wrong.
Man, you good? You all right? Yeah, I actually think I'm coming down with something.
I'm gonna splash some water on my face.
All right.
I think we got ourselves a junkie.
What? Cold sweats, insomnia, muscle aches.
It's classic.
Have you spoken to her yet? Yeah.
I threatened to deport Vin.
She started spitting fire.
She's protective of him, but I think the marriage is just for show.
I want to go in there.
- Pull me out in three minutes? - All right.
That's it? No.
I need you to punch me in the face.
Yeah, you didn't think I could hit that hard, did you? - Keep on talking.
That's right.
- Yeah, that's right.
That's right.
Yeah, you're tough.
You got it.
I thought you were supposed to be protecting me, anyway.
Am I not protecting you? I'm giving you a nice protective cell in here.
Isn't it innocent until proven guilty? File a report.
Mike, what happened? They were switching my rooms, and a fight broke out them gang bangers.
They're taking care of it now.
They put me in here 'cause I know you, I think.
Hey, what's up with Vin, huh? They just want to ask me about his car.
Don't call him Vin.
That's his name, isn't it? It's idiotic.
And no, you probably have a better idea of what he's involved in than me.
What's up with you guys, anyway? The whole marriage thing I met Gusti before my accident.
I didn't really think much of him, but then, the seven-car pileup on the 405 - Is that how you lost your - Uh-huh.
Afterwards, people change, you know? Gusti was the only person who didn't treat me like I was dying or dead.
He offered a free room in exchange for his green card.
I said yeah.
That's a hell of a commitment.
Loyalty isn't easy to come by, Mike.
Yeah.
Come.
If you see Gusti, tell him I'm okay.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Oh, Johnny's girl left enchiladas, huh? Yeah, and they look ridiculous.
- Want some? - No, no, I'm good.
So shit got out of hand at Ali Baba's.
Toros and Ari got into a in Armenian about Vince, about Clear-Line Shipping, and also about you.
What about me? Well, I didn't understand all of it, but it sounds like Toros is pulling Ari off of Clear-Line.
He wants you to himself.
Great.
I mean, that was the goal, right? To get me under with him.
Not like that, Paige.
He's having Ari and I over tonight to discuss compensation.
I'm gonna push Ari to hold his ground keep Clear-Line and try to keep you out of this.
I mean, thould save both of us a lot of trouble.
I'm gonna get a translator.
I want to listen in when you talk to Toros.
You know, all these birds out here they're pretty smart.
They feed in the shallow marsh.
See, you peck any deeper in there just a little bit further that's where you get nabbed by them gators.
I get it.
Bump up the volume of oxy, you bump up the risk deeper waters.
Not everybody talks in metaphor.
You know what chum is, son? Sure blood and guts for riling up gators.
That's right.
So do me a favor.
Chum up that water.
Come on.
Chum it.
Chum it.
I want to make a deal first.
We catch a gator, I get to keep it.
Like hell you do.
Hey, I need to make a gator skin watch, maybe some gator skin shoes.
That way, next time I'm out here, I really look like a Florida peacock.
So what do you say, fellas? We got a deal? Well, you know, we do have some connections in Georgia.
So you want more volume.
Maybe we could work that out for you.
Okay.
See, my main concern would be one of trust.
that puts us straight into going-away-for-life territory.
Yeah, me too.
What's your point? There's the rub, dude.
Say you get picked up.
Now, you are looking at 60 years.
No fine haberdashery, gator or otherwise.
So how do we rest assured you're not just gonna point out to the swamp and offer up a four-for-one? What you like me to do? Would you like me to take an oath? Give you my scout's honor? 'Cause what you're asking is a fundamental dilemma in this particular line of work.
- Now, this - Oh, shit.
Shit, that means we got a biter.
We got a biter.
All right, he's floating.
He's floating, he's floating.
This is what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna give her a little tug.
Soon as you get a clean shot, Gene whoa! - Aah! - Get him off.
Move.
Move.
Let me see.
Let me see.
Oh, shit.
Gene, swim! Come on, man.
Shit! It's right under me, man! Get me out of here, damn it! - Shit! - Swim! Where'd he go? Ah, shit.
Asshole.
You want assurances nothing will ever go wrong, I can't give that to you.
But you want assurances I'ma do my damnedest to keep us all fat and filthy rich? You got it.
What the hell happened to your nose? What the hell happened? You all right? We cut a deal.
Where are we going, man? I got zero more to say.
You're about to watch your future disappear, buddy.
- Front-row seats.
- Oh, hey.
- Bring me some popcorn, okay? - Yep.
I take a lot of butter.
Vegas, huh? Vegas is fun, but you go enough, and you realize it only ends one way.
The desert keeps everything.
- I wouldn't know.
- See, that's funny.
That's funny, because I'm running your prints against someone matching your description wanted for armored truck robbery.
I want a lawyer.
Hey, that's fine.
We ain't got to talk about Vegas.
How about nitroglycerin? Look, man.
We got the kid's beat-down GTO running a red light four blocks from the scene.
Got it all on tape.
Hey! That's bullshit, man! I drive safe! We got the same car joyriding around the port of LA where it sure as hell don't belong.
You don't know shit.
Here's what I know: you're a goddamn follower.
Your old buddy dragged you around in Vegas.
Your new buddy he's dragging you around in LA.
Give me the kid, and you walk.
Whoa, hey, don't say anything! Otherwise, it's your ass, 'cause the little Indian boy put the shit all on you.
The nitro, the robbery, all your idea.
What? What? Hey! That's lies! He's a liar! Mike! Mike! Last chance, man, you or him.
Kiss my ass.
Mike, that's my boy! Hey, good show, man! Where's my popcorn? Jesus, 20 hours.
Where's Mike? He has to go to trial.
What area code is 424? What are you talking about, he has to go to trial? Gusti.
Oh, no, I missed it.
Missed what? Oh, man.
I thought you were my friend, asshole.
- Mike.
- Hey, what's up, man? What? Gusti's whoa, whoa.
- Whoa! - What's up is he sold me out.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- What'd you do that for, huh? - No, no, no! - Stop it! - I'm not a rat! - No? - No, okay? They made me watch through glass.
I saw what you did, okay? They proposed him on me.
He stay quiet.
If I was a rat, maybe they don't let you out on the street, huh? - You didn't say anything? - Nothing.
- You - It was all bluffing.
Vegas, the car, the teeth they have nothing.
So maybe they didn't match my prints, huh? No.
I said didn't I say it? It really just was a shakedown.
So what, we just we just walk away now? - That's it? - Hey.
Hmm? What'd you miss? It's a phone call, man, very important.
A phone call from who? I promised the guy I don't tell anyone.
All right.
All right.
Hey, but you're a good man, okay? Okay, you're someone I can trust.
You're like a partner.
Yeah, I'll tell you.
I'll tell you.
Yes.
Yes.
Toros spent big time.
He even got one of those Japanese toilets sings you a song while it cleans your butthole.
I bet he does.
You know, this should be yours, not his, Ari.
I can use a garden hose.
That's not what I'm saying, brother.
This is what I'm saying: you keep letting Toros take your territory, it is never gonna stop.
He's not reasonable.
He has no respect, man.
Before you know it, it'll be a blitzkrieg, and you'll have nothing left.
Come on.
Let's get this over with.
Clear-Line Shipping earned me good money.
I can give you local 1010.
I can guarantee you a minimum of 100K I do believe that we're all aware that skimming union dues is an anemic endeavor.
The Sarkissians make their money in trafficking, yes? What? He's not wrong.
If you want Clear-Line, you got to make a good offer.
"None for you.
" "You drink too much and black out.
People end up dying.
" What? What happened, boss? Did you insult you again? Are you some kind of a prince? Do you come from some kind of royalty that I should know about? I'm sorry, what? Every chance you get, you overstep me, and I'm wondering if you got some kind of a birthright that I should know about.
- Well, Ari's my boss.
- I am your boss.
I am Ari's boss.
What part of that can't you get in your head? "He didn't mean anything.
" No! He just said he's going to kill him.
- Who? - Toros.
He's gonna kill our agent.
We should call TAC.
No.
We can't just barge in there.
We can't just sit here.
Yeah, we're gonna see about that.
Is there something going here that Shut up, all right? Great unexpected company.
Is this the 1010 local union rep or what? What are you, a comedian? - Hey.
- Hi.
What are you doing here? You said you wanted to talk times and schedules, so I figured what better time than now? I mean, I probably should have called, but, uh, you showed up to my office unannounced, so I thought I'd return the favor.
Oh.
You're all here.
Yes, we're all here.
Honey, it's kind of a bad time.
Yeah.
I think I'll go.
No, no, no, no.
We're gonna go.
We came here to talk business.
We're gonna leave because of a hookup? I have a bottle of Arak at Ali Baba's.
We'll pick this up later.
You caused a little bit of a mess for me.
Yeah, I'm I'm really sorry.
I - It's all right.
- I didn't know.
I'm we can do this another time.
No, no, no, no, come here.
It's okay.
You're here now.
Want to stay? We'll make a night of it.
I don't know what it is.
It drives me crazy.
There's something about you.
I just wanna So you like it rough? Rougher than you can handle.
It's okay.
That's a silk shirt.
- That was a silk shirt.
- Oh.
Oh, you're tough.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, wow.
You're kind of a pussy, aren't you? You're out of your league.
I'm out of my league? Harder.
That's it? That's all you can do? Okay, pervert, punish me.
Honey, you got to put your back into it.
You got to you got to really put your back into it.
Come on, mama.
Oh, ow! Like that? Oh, shit.
Oh, shit, I'm so I'm so sorry.
It's fine.
A little bit of a vibe killer.
I was just I was really just trying to be rough.
I'm oh.
You broke my nose.
I got to go to the hospital and put a stint in this.
But that was cute.
Good hit.
Hey, it's Briggs.
Leave a message.
Briggs, it's me.
I figured out what's going on.
Two weeks ago, Gusti makes a deal online the deal that I found.
He sends a photo of himself to a PO box.
In exchange, he gets a prepaid cell phone, no return address.
Couple days later, the shipping container shows up at the port.
He goes to the port, puts a cargo box from the container into his trunk.
He doesn't know what's in it.
He just knows there's so he waits for the phone to ring.
And today, when we were in lockup, it rang.
Mike, are you okay? Just a minute.
- Mike.
- Just a sec.
Listen, whoever's after this sarin gas is not giving up after one missed call, and the next time that phone rings I'm staying here tonight.
Call me.
Paige, what happened? You pushed Toros too far.
The translator said he was gonna kill you.
That is not what I'm talking about.
I've had to fend off more sexual predators than I care to remember.
He did get a little handsy, and, uh, he likes it rough, but I played rough.
Pop.
Blood everywhere.
- Jesus, Paige.
- Mm-hmm.
I mean, I apologized.
He apologized.
But nothing kills the mood more than a trip to the ER.
Mm-hmm.
You should have broke his neck for him.
Mm, I wish I could.
House meeting! Let's go! - Yo! - House meeting! Whoa, whoa, what's going on? We just got back from Florida with a haul of oxy.
My inventory log was crowded, so I decided to do inventory 20 missing.
- 20 pills? - Yeah.
- How? - No, the question is who? Yay, house meeting.
Charlie's missing oxy, man.
Someone in the house.
Well, if oxy's missing, I think we all know who took it.
You really saved us back there, didn't you? Gusti and me? I really needed that pill, Mike.
I don't know how you knew, but thanks.
Don't mention it.
Let's just say I know the feeling.
You want some more? Do I want some more? What are you doing? Swallowing's fine, but, um, smoking Yeah.
No, thanks.
This is what freedom feels like.
- Want some? - No.
I don't do that.
I'm good.
No, you're not.