Award Day

Charlie: Don't wake him.

Jakes: I bet he knows.

Charlie: Dale, he's sleep... Dale!

Jakes: Sleeping Beauty?

[snoring]

Mm! Can you tie a bow tie?

Mike: What?

Jakes: A bow tie. Can you tie one?

Mike: I can tie a regular tie.

Jakes: Yeah, you and everybody else. It's not a special... thing.

Mike: Why are you harassing me?

Jakes: Why are you sleeping on the couch?

Don't you got a room?

Mike: Yes.

Charlie: Morning, Mikey.

Stairs give you some trouble last night?

Mike: Yeah. Flat ground's fine, but the whole foot over foot thing, I don't know how you guys do it.

What's with the dress up?

Charlie: DOJ's giving Paige her big award.

Mike: That's today?

Jakes: Yep, that's today.

You comin'?

Mike: Yeah. Hey... Johnny knows how to tie a bow tie.

Jakes: That'd be great if Johnny was home.

He didn't come home last night?

Jakes: No, and with Sid gunning for us, I was under the impression that sleeping at Graceland wasn't optional.

Briggs: Everything's optional, DJ.

Jakes: It's all just a matter of reconceiving one's parameters.

Thank you, Confucius. I'll remember that next time I'm being assassinated.

That's my coffee.

Briggs: I brought you a suit, Mikey. Saved you a trip up Everest.

Mike: Thanks.

Charlie: You all right?

Church

Priest: And Jesus said unto Peter, "Flesh and blood has not revealed it, but my Father which is in heaven. And I also say to thee, upon this rock I will build my church, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. And I will give unto thee "the keys of the kingdom of heaven. "And whatsoever thou shalt bind on earth "shall be bound in heaven. "And whatsoever... "thou shall lose on earth shall be lost in heaven."

Jakes: The only reason this exists is for a photo-op.

Paige: It's... it's just a piece of metal.

Charlie: Okay. Hey, come on, you're killing me.

Jakes: There's 7.3 billion people out there who will never get that piece of metal because they didn't save a bunch of girls from s*x slavery.

No?

I'll get the car.

Can you talk some sense into her, please?

Charlie: He's right, you know.

Paige: What do I say?

Don't. Come on. What do I always say?

Bitches get sh1t done.

Charlie: Damn right, bitches get sh1t done.

Give me some.

Paige, you can't leave me in that house all alone.

The genital ratio's already way out of whack. Shut up.

[cell phone ringing]

Charlie: I gotta take this. I'm gonna throw you a dinner tonight.

We're not done here.

Hello?

Mike: Can we talk?

Charlie: No. Are you kidding me? My psychic aunt could give me more than that.

No, it's okay. Yeah, thank you.

Mm-hmm. sh1t.

Briggs: Interpol?

Charlie: Yeah, they got jack on Germaine.

A record, some financials, but it's all a decade old. It's useless.

Briggs: Yeah. Well, you could still roll through the DA, have him work up a deal for Amber.

Charlie: We went through this. I ain't giving her sh1t.

Briggs: It's not about what you give her, Charlie

Pills

Briggs: Careful with that stuff, Mike.

Mike: I know, it's just... more pain than I thought.

Briggs: Mm-hmm.

Briggs: Well, then maybe you should be resting in a hospital bed instead of counting oxy on our communal coffee table.

[exhales]

Amber

Charlie: No. Orange ain't your color, sweetheart.

Amber: No, no, no way. Screw you.

Take me back. Screw this.

Charlie: Sit down, Amber.

If you think you're gonna talk me out of the entrapment charges, you can think again.

Entrapment, huh?

Amber: Yeah. I wasn't gonna rob a bank until you waltzed in.

Charlie: You kidnapped a federal agent, dummy. You crashed my car and let that British nutjob beat the sh1t out of me.

Amber: I was protecting you from him, you bitch.

[scoffs]

You and your baby.

Charlie: If you knew I was a Fed, you'd have put the bullet in me yourself.

Say otherwise. I would have put it right in your belly.

This ain't happening. Send this animal back to her cage. No deal. What deal?

[door unlocks and buzzes]

Wait. What deal?

Charlie: I want Germaine.

Amber: Fine. What do I get?

Charlie: Fine. What do I get? Ten, chance of six. Probation? Forever.

You're headed for Federal pen, baby girl. Flagged for Supermax. You could rot in that cell or you can give me Germaine.

[exhales]

Amber: I don't know where he is. Listen to me, I don't know where he is. All right, but I know a guy in south Florida. He's a dealer.

[sighs]

Germaine cleans his cash. How do you know?

We met at a party Germaine had on a yacht.

Charlie: We went back to his after. Where's that, Amber?

Amber: I don't remember. But if you bring me to Miami, and get me back to where we met, I think I could track us back to his place.

And I could make an introduction for you.

Charlie: No way.

Amber: Well, we're both out of options, so you can stop acting like Godzilla with tits. You want Germaine, this is how it works.

Trouble

Logan: Agent Warren. Good to see you're feeling better.

Mike: "Justice is incidental to law and order." Excuse me? Hoover said that. Of course, when he died, they found out that he'd been blackmailing senators for years. I know Paul Briggs. I know what he's capable of. And you need to stop what you're doing before this goes too far.

Perhaps you're unaware, but this is wildly inappropriate behavior.

Mike: Perhaps you're unaware... I used to work for the Deputy Director. I make one phone call and Washington knows exactly what's happening here.

Logan: Believe it or not, I am familiar with your work history.

Mike: But before you place a call to the J. Edgar Hoover Building, let's refresh ourselves.

Logan: Since Quantico, you have managed to fail both upward and downward by virtue of a nonexistent arrest record.

Mike: I took down Jeremiah Bello.

Logan: No, Bello was arrested while you were bleeding out on the floor.

Mike: It was my case.

Logan: Shut up, Agent Warren! Your investigations have manifested an almost entirely unprecedented fatality rate.

Truly, I've never seen anything like it. By any metric, those cases have been failures.

So do you genuinely believe the Deputy Director is taking your calls?

Go home, Agent Warren. Worry about yourself.

Doctor

Jakes: You are 50 shades of messed up, ain't you?

Mike: I'm fine. Yeah, right.

Jakes: Picture of health.

Mike: I'm going to see the Bureau physician.

I just needed to cut the edge so I can get cleared for action.

Jakes: My brother, I just watched you struggle with a flight of stairs.

I don't know if action's gonna be in your portfolio.

Mike: Jakes, I was dead for six minutes.

If I was sent back, I was sent back for a reason, and it wasn't to enjoy an extended convalescence.

Jakes: Whoa, did you just say you were "sent back"?

You know what I mean. Okay, listen. If I were you, I'd take it easy.

Instead, you're you, and you want to hurry your sick ass back to active duty.

Fine, I get that. My advice, when you go in for your physical, maybe leave out the noise about mission from God.

Jakes: Go with, um...

"Everything's peachy."

Mike: Yeah. "Everything's peachy."

Truth comes out

Mike: I think he felt impotent.

And Lena... She bit him, actually.

She was a fighter.

I told him we were leaving.

He said no.

I said yes.

Lena was scared, but... We started for the door.

He was on her so fast.

I... I didn't even have time to react.

Everything we'd done... I just couldn't fathom wasting it.

Paige: So I committed a selfish act.

Mike: And I still see Lina in my dreams.

Don't leave, Paige. You're lucky, you know that? You see her in your dreams, but when you wake up, she's gone. I don't have that luxury.

Paige: You... this goddamn medal, is a constant reminder of what I did wrong.

Mike: Why don't you let it be a reminder of what you did right?

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