Blood and Sauce

Jakes: Johnny, shh.

Johnny: What?

Jakes: You smell that?

Johnny: I've been in the car for, like, Jakes: 14 hou...

[whispers]

Johnny: The sauce.

[Inhales deeply]

Jakes: Yeah.

[Exhales, whispers]

Johnny: Thank you.

Jakes: Oh.

Charlie: Don't even think about it.

I'll cut you. We don't need a murder scene.

You know that we know the rules.

I know that you're a sneaky little toad that gets night hungers.

Johnny: Yeah, that smells so good.

Jakes: Mm-hmm.

Johnny: You tell the story yet?

Charlie: Sauce is boiling, right?

Johnny: You feel like telling it again?

Charlie: Fine.

Johnny: Mmm!

Tape

Charlie: And you're absolutely sure it's the tape.

Cop: I am absolutely sure it is the tape.

Briggs: I'm not doing this again.

If you're running, you're on your own, man.

I'm sorry.

I'm not running.

Because they came at me hard last time.

I'm not running.

Charlie's what, six weeks in?

I can't... I'm staying put.

Jakes: Okay, so what are we talking about?

Briggs: I got to get my hands on that tape before he plays it for somebody else. He? Who has it?

Jakes: Sid. Your Sid?

Briggs: It's got to be.

Cop" Call came through on my GTF cover phone.

Briggs: Jesus Christ.

Briggs: What the hell does he want?

Jakes: That's a good question.

Briggs: I tell you what... after the tape, he called four times last night.

What, you didn't pick up?

Ballerina

Mike: What are you doing?

Paige: The ballerina didn't used to spin.

Mike: Now it does.

If it's fixed, why are you taking it apart?

Paige: Because I liked it better when it was broken.

Mike: What's up?

Paige: I wanted to say thank you.

Mike: For what?

Paige: For saving my life with Sid.

Mike: Well, you would have done the same for me.

He would've killed me.

Paige: Well, we used to have something special.

Mike: Right.

Paige: It's crazy.

Mike: As terrible as the last couple days have been... five people are dead, you know... a hell of a lot's gotten accomplished.

Paige: Carlos Solano moved off his son's cruise-ship idea.

Mike: Briggs inched closer to Sid.

You got your girls.

I think they call that a trifecta.

Paige: We should count our blessings.

Mike: There'll be an investigation, you know.

Paige: But that's really hard to do with lina still missing.

Mike: We'll look into that too.

Paige: I was thinking about writing her parents a letter.

You want to help me with that?

Sauce Night 2.0

Mike: Hey, Briggs is here.

We can start.

Jakes: Watch it.

Watch it.

Paige: About time.

Mike: About time.

Charlie: Let's do it.

Johnny: I could eat my own hand.

Charlie: All right.

Jakes: Oh, no.

Charlie: Voila.

Johnny: Yes!

Charlie: Get into my body.

Johnny: I'm starving.

Thank you, Charlie.

Briggs: I guess this wouldn't be sauce night without a brief toast.

I know everybody's hungry, so I'll keep it short

To Graceland.

Johnny: Yeah, word up.

Briggs: To home.

House: Home.

Charlie: Cheers.

Jakes: Cheers.

Paige: Cheers.

Briggs: Welcome home.

Now let's eat.

Jakes: Mangia. Ladies first.

Charlie: Paige, you hungry?

Paige: I'm always hungry.

[Cell phone chiming]

Charlie: Y-yo! No phones on sauce night.

Johnny: That was work.

Charlie: I don't care.

Sauce time.

Mike: Hey, Johnny, was that Lucia or Carlito?

Johnny: Um, Carlito.

Paige: That must've been crazy. What?

MIke: When Sid called and tipped off Carlito's little side project.

Johnny: Actually, the timing couldn't have been more perfect.

Briggs: How so?

Charlie: No work talk... sauce night.

Jakes: No.

Briggs: If Mike wants to talk work, let's talk work.

No, you know what?

You're right, Chuck.

Briggs: We get so wrapped up in work sometimes.

Charlie: Well, what's going on?

Johnny: Does anybody got anything going on in their lives they want to share?

Jakes: Anybody else having, uh, trouble with the washer?

Paige: Yeah, you just have to turn the little knob to the left until it clicks.

Jakes: Oh, okay.

Paige: It's a knob thing?

Jakes: 'Cause I was gonna fix it.

Paige: It'll click.

Jakes: It'll click.

In lieu of that stimulating conversation, I guess work it is.

Briggs: Sorry, Chuck.

Johnny, why was the timing so perfect?

Well, Briggs had just called me.

Johnny: And I told him that Carlos wasn't gonna buy into the plane idea unless we found a way to discredit Carlito, so... It was just perfect.

Right, Briggs?

Mike: What's the matter, Briggs?

You seem a little out of it.

Briggs: I haven't slept.

Mike: Johnny, when I catch Sid and ask him who tipped him off to all this, what do you think he's gonna say?

Briggs: You know, I think Sid would probably pretty much say anything to shave a single day off of a life sentence.

But you know what's funny, Mike?

I get the impression that you would not be happy unless Sid spends the rest of his days in the ground.

Why don't you share with everybody what you told me last night, Mike?

I can quote you.

Charlie: That's enough, Briggs.

You're tired. You're not thinking clearly.

Briggs: What?

Come on, baby.

No one wants to hear it.

Briggs: Okay.

I'm sorry.

I apologize.

I thought this was what you wanted... you know, everybody to come together and share stuff and be honest about sh1t.

Charlie: You're not honest with anybody.

Briggs:Okay.

Charlie: Well, why don't you show me what that looks like, babe?

Briggs: I have an idea.

Why don't we start talking about Kelly Badillo?

Mike: Did you just say "Kelly Badillo"?

Jakes: You piece of sh1t Easy, mama bear.

Charlie: What did you call me?

Jakes: Yes, but...

Johnny: I'm in love with Lucia.

Briggs: Johnny.

Johnny: I've been sleeping with her this whole time.

Bambi

Charlie: You just missed our turn. Where are you taking me?

Briggs: To the desert.

I want to show you something.

Charlie: Show me what?

Briggs: I want to show you the truth, Charlie.

Charlie: No, I don't want to hear it anymore. Just take me home.

Turn around, Paul.

Briggs: You know what?

I have been sleepwalking... for months.

sh1t, for years.

I didn't even know it.

You have been asking me to talk.

Charlie: And you're right.

Briggs: There's things you need to hear, Charlie: babe... to see, things you could never possibly...

[loud crash, tires screeching]

Briggs: Baby, call the sheriff.

Charlie: Paul.

Call animal control.

Briggs: She's still alive.

Charlie: Take me home.

Briggs: internal...

[gunshot]

Charlie: You lit the match, Paul.

Briggs: How long?

How long have you had the tape? Charlie: Couple of weeks.

Briggs: That's why you left the house?