Siddy

Mike: Yeah. Where'd you find him?

Jakes: What the hell are you doing?

Briggs: I'm trying to locate a deactivated cell phone, drop a little heat map, see if I can't triangulate this guy's position.

Mike: Hey. Sid Markham's dead.

Briggs: Dead?

Mike: Yeah.

Briggs: What? Explain.

Mike: Somebody put a bullet in his head and dropped him at the border.

[Briggs sighs]

Paige: Oh, my God.

Briggs: He must have gone running to Carlito.

Jakes: I say the piece of sh1t got what he deserved.

Briggs: Yeah, for sure, but it should have been one of us that took him out.

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

[bowl clatters]

Mike: It's time to shut Carlito down.

Jakes: About time.

Take down the planes.

Johnny: Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.

We don't have him yet.

Right, Mike?

I mean, we shut him down, he walks.

What the...

Sandwiches

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

Amber: Where's my sandwich?

Charlie: You don't get a sandwich.

Amber: You can be a nasty bitch.

Charlie: Yeah, and you can be a drunk slut.

Amber: Let me tell you something...

Charlie: You better find that Reggie or else no booze or boys ever. Find him.

Math class

Man: Federal agents! Drop your weapons now!

Man 2: Hands over your head!

Paige: Hey.

After all this, you want the honors?

Mike: No.

Paige: It's all yours.

Mike: Go ahead.

[sighs]

[chickens clucking]

Paige: You hear that?

Mike: Yeah.

Paige: Open it.

Mike: 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.

Paige: Mike. Hey. Gun! We got a gun! Mike! Get down! Mike! Mike!

Mike: There's 29. There's only 29.

Paige: Want to talk about what happened today?

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

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

Mike: Not talking about Carlito.

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

Mike: You just move faster than me.

Paige: Mike... you were standing in the middle of the desert counting chickens.

Mike: Looks good.

Meeting Colby

Briggs: You know, Colby, I actually do have a room opening up here.

Mike: No, you don't.

Paige pulled the transfer papers.

She's staying.

Colby: Is that right?

I guess I'm staying retired.

Mike: Colby Moore.

Colby: So much for my cover.

Mike: Tattoo on your neck. It's an Armenian cross and you're not Armenian, so... I figure you're the last agent under the Sarkissian family.

Colby: Yeah, I got it after my first year under with Ari... Sign of respect.

Mike: Hmm. Briggs said he formulated a new plan.

Colby: I guess you're it.

Mike: I'm part of it.

Briggs: So are you, if you're up for it.

Mike: Fill me in later.

Got to run.

Boat

Johnny: What the hell?

What the hell are you doing here, man? You following me?

Jakes: Figured I'd find you and your girl in some Tecate love shack.

Seafaring in Tijuana with a gang full of blow... This... this is new.

Johnny: Go home.

Jakes: How long you been diming us out to Carlito?

Johnny: I ain't been diming you out to nobody.

Go home.

Jakes: Then, please, illuminate me.

Johnny: You tell him we were shutting him down?

[chuckles]

Jakes: This is beyond, Johnny. This is beyond. It's like you're trying to invent new ways to be incompetent.

Johnny: Go home, Jakes.

If I was Briggs, you wouldn't be keeping tabs on me, now, would you?

Jakes: You're not Briggs.

Tell me what's going on.

Tell me what I'm looking at.

Johnny: He's going to kill Lucia.

Jakes: What?

Johnny: He knows about us.

Jakes: He knows about all of us, okay? Jesus.

I am not sorry

Paige: Hey. We need to talk.

Briggs: No, we don't. Look, Paige, Warren may have forgiven you, but that doesn't mean I have, okay?

You betrayed us all.

You can't stay in Graceland.

Paige: Wow. You're so full of it.

You want to talk about betrayal, let's talk about the sh1t you put Charlie through.

Briggs: That is none of your business, sweetheart.

Paige: Don't patronize me. We know too much about each other to play that game.

Briggs: And, anyways, it isn't about all of that.

Paige: This is about Mike.

Briggs: What kind of chickens were they? What do you mean what kind?

Paige: I don't know. Were they... were they red?

They were reddish.

Briggs: Mm-hmm. How many were there?

Paige: I wasn't exactly doing inventory, Briggs.

Briggs: Why? What's going on?

Desert time

Johnny: Actually it kinda does

I'm the one who killed Sid.

Jakes: What?

Johnny: He was helping me get Lucia back... Oh, hold on.

Jakes: Sid was helping you?

Johnny: No, no, not like that, man.

Carlito made me smuggle him down to Mexico... so me and him busted in to get Lucia out, and we got her, and then... all hell broke loose, and... Sid was going to kill Carlito, man.

Jakes: I had to make a choice, you know

Sid's head... busted open like a blown-out tire.

I mean, I shot guys before, you know.

We all have.

Jakes: Hey, things get hairy.

Johnny: Bullets start flying.

Yeah, you on raids, whatever, I mean, sh1t happens, right?

I never lost a minute of sleep over it.

This was different, man.

This was like... execution

Death Dream

Mike: I have answers. I just don't know what the questions are.

I was home... foothills of the Adirondacks.

I could... I could smell the trees... feel the spring chill.

I had this sense, this feeling that I needed to get to the tree line, so I started running.

But before I got there, these birds just...

[imitates air whooshing]

Took off.

Briggs: Red ones?

Mike: Yeah. I didn't even have to count. I just... I knew how many there were.

Briggs: 47.

Mike: When the birds cleared, I was at the tree line. There wasn't a path, but there was a tunnel. At the mouth of it, there was a grandfather clock. 10:10... That was the time. And then I saw you... the doctors... and I was back.

[scoffs]

These birds and the numbers... they mean something.

And I was sent back here to figure out what.

Briggs: You think you'll find it in there?

Mike: I hope so.

[both chuckle]

Briggs: Well, you chase those birds, if that's what you've got to do.

But maybe try not to do it while you're getting shot at, you know?

Mike: Yeah.

Home again

Charlie: Hey.

[sighs]

Goddamn airlines, man.

Had us taxiing in for over an hour.

Who's this?

Briggs: Colby Moore.

Colby: Charlie DeMarco. The Bureau's original sin-eater.

Briggs: We came up with a plan to get out from under Ari Adamian.

Charlie: Johnny: No sh1t.

Briggs: But we need your help.