Lethal Weapon (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot - full transcript

This was a newjacket. Damn.

My wife's gonna kill me.

Speak of the devil. Shh.

- Hey, honey.
- Hey, love. How's your day going?

Pretty good. You know,

just eating donuts and writing
parking tickets. How about you?

The uze. Mowing the lawn. Making a roast.
Sleeping with the neighbor.

Aw, that sounds like a relaxing day.

Hey, baby, can I call you back later?

Sure, but I may not be available.

I have to swing by the hospital
and have this baby.



- Wait, what?
- Our boy's coming out.

You're gonna be a daddy.

What do you want me to do?

Breathe, baby.

I'll meet you at the hospital. I love you.

Aw, baby, I love you, too.

- What the hell you doing?
- I'm gonna be a daddy.

I can't go get myself killed.

We can't just let them get away.

Who said anything about
letting them get away? Hit the gate.

Damn it, Riggs, come on.

They gotta be 800 yards out.

Riggs, there ain't but three shooters
in the whole damn world

can make that shot,
and you ain't one of them.



- Hey, Jenkins.
- Yeah.

Shut up.

Whoo!

- You got this?
- Go. Yeah.

Whoa.

You're gonna be a bronco.
Just like your daddy.

- Detective Riggs.
- Yeah?

There's been an accident.
You need to go to the first floor.

There's been an accident.
You need to go to the first floor.

There's been an accident.
You need to go to the first floor.

Honey, are you nervous?

Please. I've been a cop for 22 years.

I'm just excited about
getting back to work, that's all.

Roger.

- You know, you don't have to go back.
- What do you mean by this?

I'm just saying.

- We do all right.
- No, you do all right.

Roger, it isn't about the money.

And the alternative is what?

Stay home.

Get fat.

Play golf.

- I'm already chubby.
- Shut up.

I hate golf.

- And our kids will be home, right?
- Yes.

Okay, then I really need
to get back to work.

You know how the doctor said
I should avoid stress?

Well...

A great way to relieve stress is, um...

- Really?
- Yeah. It's not for me.

I'll receive zero pleasure.
It's actually for medicinal purposes.

- It's for medicinal purposes?
- Yeah.

Technically it was my 50th,
like, two weeks ago.

And in some cultures,
it's actually, like, customary

- for the wife...
- Just stop.

This isn't about stress.
And this isn't about your birthday.

This is about my husband
going back to work.

To keep our city safe.

- Yes.
- Don't fist pump.

- I'm sorry.
- No, don't do that.

Yes, we are.

- It's okay. It's okay, let her cry.
- Roger, stop it.

- It's okay. It's good for her lungs.
- No, it's not good for her lungs.

She's a singer.

She's cheering for me.
She's happy for Roger.

Gosh, honey.

Okay, here comes that hot,
delicious bacon.

Come on, kids. Let's go.

Hey, Murtaugh. Be safe out there.

Always.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

Bang.

- Lookie here!
- Murtaugh!

There he is. Back from the dead.

I was never dead. Remember that.

Hey, old man? Got a sec?

Sure, Cap.

There he is.

So, you look good.

Death suits you.

Pocket square come with the promotion?

Bought it with the pay raise.

- Missed you, partner.
- Me, too, brother.

Have a seat.

You know,
part of me was surprised to see you.

I figured with your wife making a killing

putting criminals
back out on the streets...

- Look, we have separate accounts.
- Relax.

I can appreciate a dual-income
as much as the next guy.

What...

This is the most uncomfortable chair
I've ever sat in.

It's very expensive. Don't break it.

Well, since I have you back,
I got you a new partner.

He's a lateral transfer from Texas.
Worked homicide and vice.

Name's Martin Riggs.
Also a Navy SEAL war hero.

Look, it's my first day back.

I don't want to have to babysit
some adrenaline junkie with PTSD.

Just show him around.

This came from
the city attorney personally.

We got a bank robbery downtown.
With hostages.

Hey, welcome back, Murtaugh.

Thought you were dead.

Not yet.

Get down on the ground now!

Adrian, what's up?

Three armed suspects inside.
About 20 hostages.

They beat up a security guard pretty bad.

Anybody talk to them yet?

They screamed something about
wanting a helicopter.

Yeah, good luck with that.
Let me get you...

You should probably move in now

while you still got
the element of surprise.

- Excuse me.
- Look, I'm not trying to tell you

how to do your job, all right?

I'm just saying
it's not exactly Ocean's Eleven.

Hey, could you get this guy out of here?

Sorry, I...

Where's our chopper?

Okay, we got shots fired.

Set up mobile command around the block.
Let's go.

All right, Murtaugh. First day back, baby.

All right.

Hey, we got a civilian walking
towards the bank. Someone stop him.

He's not a civilian. He's a cop.
A new guy named Riggs or something.

Martin Riggs?

Yeah, how'd you know?

Keep your head down. Get down.

Get down now!

Hello, bad guys.

Who the hell is that?

I brought some gifts.

Look, I wasn't sure what everyone likes
so I brought an assortment.

I've got like pepperoni here...

"MAN". We don't want any damn pizza!

We want a chopper!

Look, I'm new to the area.

But it seems like you picked
a pretty busy intersection for that.

I'm not sure
where you'd set a chopper down.

Is this funny to you?

No, not at all.

I just... I think you guys
are in over your head.

I mean, look, these guys out here,
they're never gonna take you seriously.

Unless...

Unless what?

You off someone.

- Who is this lunatic?
- Murtaugh's new partner.

- You teach him that?
- I just met that man, okay?

This kind of crazy takes years to develop.

- What is going on in there?
- Hey, Doc.

Murtaugh's new partnerjust told them
to kill a hostage.

And it can't just be anyone.
They can't be old or unattractive.

And to be frank, and I hate saying this,

but White's better.

I'm sorry. It's true though, right?
More publicity.

Maybe we should just off you?

Ooh! Offing a cop. Now that would
definitely get their attention.

Although, I don't think
you guys have the sack for that.

0h. yeah?

Either we get out of here alive,
or nobody does!

What the hell is he thinking?

He's gonna get himself killed.

I think I left some side salads outside.
I'm gonna get...

- Get your ass down!
- Get down!

Get down!

Ready to make entry.
Awaiting your command, sir.

Okay, we're gonna do this.

I'm gonna need you to do me a favor, okay?

Don't miss.

- Okay, let's go.
- Entry teams to final cover positions.

One.

- Two.
- Move, move, move. Move it up.

Three.

Shots fired! Shots fired! Shots fired!

All right. Let's go, let's go, let's go.

They got a bomb!

What the hell are you doing?

Martin Riggs.

We're gonna make a great team.

Three tours overseas.

Bet you saw some pretty intense stuff?

Well, that's all classified.
I wish I could talk about that though.

You know, but also,
you never know who's listening.

I don't think you're paranoid.

I think you're in pain.

I'm very familiar with this game.

What you don't talk about
can't hurt, right?

But I'm the one who IA
is going to ask if you're field ready.

So you're gonna have to.

I'm an open book.
What would you like to discuss?

How about your wife?

Next question.

- Okay, but they don't get any easier.
- Let's try.

Do you want to die?

The man wants to die!

Which is fine. His business.

But if it was up to me,
I'd lock him in a padded white room.

But that's not my area of expertise.

What is my domain is sustaining the life
of one Roger Mayfield Murtaugh!

Calm down. That thing's gonna explode.

IA is investigating.

But he'll probably be cleared

since the shots were fired
from the suspect's weapon.

You're not seriously considering
putting that man back in the field?

It came from upstairs.

- Someone's protecting this guy.
- Who?

We got a DOA in Griffith Park.

Want to give me a ride?
I don't really know my way around.

Sure, Murtaugh can give you a ride.

Is the DOA dead?

Dead on arrival.
Does it mean something different here?

I just want to make sure
there's no one else left for you to kill.

Just you and me.
Besides, IA confiscated my weapon

until I'm cleared for the bank.
So, if we gotta kill somebody,

it's on you, big QUY-

Scorsese, tell us what's going on?

- Any relation?
- I went to film school.

Wrote a script
so these geniuses all call me Scorsese.

- Super creative.
- Walk us through it, Herr Director.

"SCORSESE". Name is Ramon Alvarez.

Gunshot wound to the right temple.
Appears self-inflicted.

Residue on his right hand consistent
with the .22 found by his side.

Looks like suicide.

- He served.
- Yeah.

Tags say SEAL. '06 through '11.

He also has scarring on his wrists.

Might not have been his first attempt.

Okay. Well, I think we have
a pretty clear picture of what happened.

I'll go fill out some paperwork.

How'd he get here?

No car. No bike. No bus stop.

Maybe he walked?

He's got silt
on the bottom of his boots.

If he had walked, it would have come off.

- There's none of that around here.
- Maybe he ubered.

RIGGSI To kill himself?

Come on, seems like a pain in the ass,
don't you think?

When you could just go "bang" at home.

I wouldn't know.

Lucky you.

Take the body to the morgue.

Push his autopsy to the front of the line.

Hey, hey, what are you doing?

This man served his country.

We'll give him a proper investigation.

We are very sorry about your loss,
Mrs. Alvarez.

He didn't do this.

Do you understand me?

Ma'am, we're exploring all possibilities.
That's why we're here.

We noticed some scarring
on your husband's wrist.

That was a long time ago.

When he first got home from the war.

One day I came home early from work

and I found him in the tub.

But then everything changed.

How so?

He found this new job working security
down at the Port of LA.

He was exercising,

he stopped taking
this antianxiety medicine, Klonopin.

I think he felt like a soldier again.

Mrs. Alvarez,
were you guys going somewhere?

Yeah, Ramon wanted us to start over.

He found us a big house in Arizona.

When were you leaving?

Next week.

Thank you for your time, Mrs. Alvarez.

Lefty, '?

This your dad's?

You guys play?

We'd play catch sometimes.

Always seemed to make him happy.

I certainly understand killing yourself
once you've moved to Arizona.

Seems a little aggressive to do it
the week before, no?

If you were gonna kill yourself,
how would you do it?

Hypothetically.

Pills seem nice,
you know, drift off, fall asleep.

Then, of course,
some idiot pumps your stomach,

you wake up, you're in the hospital,

you gotta go to work the next day,
everybody knows about it.

That's humiliating.

I have heard really nice things
about drowning though.

No, no, no.

If you were going to shoot yourself,

how would you do it?

May I?

Come on, I'm not gonna do it here,
I promise.

First, I swing by Home Depot.

Pick up a nice polyethylene plastic sheet.

Lay it out nice and neat
so as not to make a mess.

Then I'd take my final last shot
of Jonathan Daniels.

Leave instructions for my interment
and a $6,500 check for burial costs.

Actually, things are more expensive
out here, I might need to look into that.

My point was...

You'd use your dominant hand.

So why would Alvarez shoot himself
with his right hand if he was lefty?

Maybe he didn't.

A guy wants to get out of town in a week,

he's either really excited
to get somewhere...

Or he's trying to get away from someone.

Come on.

Where are we going?

To find out how a guy who works security
can afford a big house in Arizona.

Hey, hey, hey,
what the hell are you doing?

- You can't park here.
- Detective Murtaugh.

Tight security today?

Sorry. We got
the Grand Prix circuit in town.

Been kind of a zoo around here.

Daryl Hennicky.
I run the patrol for the docks.

Wait a minute, isn't that Customs' job?

Yeah, we just babysit the containers
till they process them.

- And what did Ramon Alvarez do here?
- Basic foot patrol.

Didn't know him very well.
He was a good worker.

Showed up on time.

His patrol was right over there.
A warehouse belonging to an importer.

Do you mind?

No, go for it.

- Can I help you gentlemen?
- Yeah, LAPD.

We're here to inform you
that one of your co-workers,

Mr. Ramon Alvarez, just passed away.

He was a rent-a-cop. Not a co-worker.

But I heard he had a young son.

It's a tragedy.

What about him? He a co-worker?

- He's an employee. Why?
- I dig his ink.

Recognize it from Texas.
Real big in the Juarez drug dealer set.

- You know, maybe I should go say hi.
- Go say 'm.

I'm gonna go talk to him.
Maybe we know some of the same people.

Hey, I haven't given police permission
to question my employees.

Hey, hold on, chico.

You don't want us coming back here
with warrants

and looking through all your cargo.

Hey. Amigo.

Look, I want to talk to you
about Ramon Alvarez.

Hey, look, I know you didn't kill him.

If you did,
he wouldn't have a head, right?

No habla lngles?

- Let him go! Now!
- It's okay, guys.

I'm a cop.

Nothing?

Look, I don't have a badge
or gun or anything.

I had disciplinary issues.

Fine.

What kind of credit would I need for that?

I'm about a 528.

Hey, Rog. Rog, bad guy. Go. Go!

Come on, come on! Let's go, let's go!

- Go, go, go!
- What did he do?

I asked him about Alvarez,
he took a swing at me.

Hardly incriminating.
I've wanted to take swings at you.

Would you please go faster? Are you okay?

MURTAUGH'. Yeah. I'm fine.

Look, put it in cruise control
and let me drive...

Get off of me! Get your hands off of me!

- Don't grab me.
- Get your seat belt on.

Go!

Go, go, go!

Where the hell are we?

I don't know. They're going
a whole lot faster than we are.

This is the Grand Prix.

Riggs, you mother...

Go, go, go!

There he is. Come on, get up.
Get up close.

- Get me closer, get me closer.
- What are you doing?

- Get your hand off the wheel. Are you...
- Gun!

- Would you please get me closer?
- I'm getting you closer. Just be...

That's not smart! What are you doing?

Hey, you all right?

Yeah. I think so.

Bad guy getting away.

LAPD, put your hands in the air.

Do it now, don't...

What?

I didn't kill him.

The Grand Prix is a disaster zone.

Thousands of dollars' worth of damages,

not to mention a bus driver
I may have to charge with manslaughter.

What the hell did this guy do?

He had a tattoo.

Tell him. Tell him what the tattoo...

He had a skull tattoo
on the side of his neck

which I associated with
a cartel in Juarez.

Right, so he questioned him
and the guy fled.

So we pursued at a safe distance.

- And then he pulled a gun.
- Yeah, he pulled a gun.

- He pulled a gun...
- Stop. Stop!

What were you two doing
at the port in the first place?

That's where Ramon Alvarez worked.
The DOA from the bluff.

- I thought that was a suicide.
- Yeah, but he had silt on his shoe.

Exactly, and he tried to shoot himself
with his non-dominant hand.

And he was a SEAL.
We have to protect him because...

Stop! Enough!

Dirt on his shoe,

non-dominant hand and Arizona,
that's what we have?

When you say it like that it doesn't...

Fair enough.
I'll put someone else on this.

Per your request, Murtaugh,

starting tomorrow,
both of you are reassigned.

Good luck with your new partner.

Maybe it's for the best.

MURTAUGH'. Hows that'?

I mean,
we would have made a terrible team.

Hey, look, nothing personal.

I'm just at a place in my life where

I don't want to be the cowboy anymore.

Whatever gets you through the night.

Hey, what does that mean?

Come on, we were both there. I saw you.

You were scared, all right?
You don't want to die.

No.

I don't want to die. Unlike you.

Who tries to accomplish that
every second of the day.

Understand I am not trying to judge you.
I get it.

Something happened to you, man,
and you snapped.

You wanna kill yourself? Go home,
put the little sheet down and get it done.

But don't you dare judge me
for wanting to stay alive.

Okay, Roger.

I still think
you shouldn't be out there though.

Look, there's plenty of good people
in this world that aren't cops.

Go be one of them.

I've seen a lot of guys
who are a little nuts before.

First ones through the door.

But this dude is in a class by himself.
It's as if he's trying to die.

And then has the temerity
to wanna judge me.

Baby, calm down.

You are the bravest man I know.

Now,

I hope this isn't a ploy
to revisit our earlier conversation.

Your belated birthday present.

- The barbecue smoker?
- No.

No.

Your stress-relieving gift.

Yes. The... Yeah.

- I am still very interested. Yes.
- Are you?

Well, you get enough wine in me tonight,
and we'll see.

Can you get that, please?

Don't worry, I'll get it.
You keep drinking. Here.

Go get the door.

So, I was at home
thinking about bullet entry wounds.

Sounds like a very pleasant evening.

And I was flipping through
the Alvarez file.

Traces of gun powder on his temple.

That means he didn't have the gun
pressed against his head.

Seems like a weird way to kill yourself.

And?

So anwvay...

Um, you know, I was wondering,
you know, maybe...

You know, if you wanted to, we could
swing by the, coroner's office.

You sure you don't want a cop for that?

Look, maybe I was a little out of line
before. All right? I get it.

- You're too old for this...
- Hey, hey, hey. No.

I'm just as sharp as I've always been.

Baby, who is it?

It's no one.

- Just, um...
- Hi, Martin Riggs.

The guy that
almost got your husband killed.

- I'm sure you've heard a lot about me.
- Not a word.

We're about to have dinner,
would you like to come in...

- No, he can't. He can't.
- Yeah, and I ate, like, a week ago.

- I mean, it smells great but...
- It tastes even better.

Okay.

My dad says you were in the war.

- See any action?
- Such a nerd.

Yeah, a little.

You know,
I'm thinking about enlisting, too.

- No, you're not.
- I want a real life experience.

What am I gonna learn at Princeton

that I couldn't learn from the Internet?

What it feels like to touch alive girl?

I think you should enlist.

Hell, I think there should be a draft.

But, I suppose it all depends
on the life experience you're after.

If you want to see your best friend's head
get blown off, it's ideal.

But, if you're just trying to
piss off your parents,

hitchhiking through Thailand.
That'd be a little bit better.

See, Mom, that's exactly
what I'm talking about. Experience.

No, stop, we're not talking about that.

What? What's going on?

I don't like being out of the loop.
What's happening?

- I had a teeny bit of weed.
- What?

- And now Mom is losing her stuff.
- Watch it. Watch it.

I'm really impressed with
the weed out here.

I mean, it's incredible.
You know, as far as I can tell,

it's really the only perk
to living in California.

I have massive, you know,
psychological issues.

So, of course, I would never,
suggest that for a child.

What I would suggest, though,

is maybe your old man
take a little hit off the tree.

You know what I mean?
Little bald-headed Coolio gets loose.

- It's true.
- That's funny.

I like being tight. It keeps me alive.

Well, we can tell. Yeah.

So, Martin, do you have any kids?

No. Um...

It wasn't really in the cards, you know.

But you're married.

Not anymore. Not anymore. No.

Imagine that.

Let me guess.

You had an affair with your gun.

Nobody's laughing.

She passed away.

I'm sorry, Martin.

It's life, right?
Never ceases to surprise.

It's the baby. I'll get the baby.

(BABY
{MURTAUGH LAUGHS)

What are you doing?

Nice family you got.

Yeah. They keep us on our toes.

And up all night.

- Yeah, I noticed the slight...
- The slight age difference. Yeah.

What do you want?
It wasn't part of the plan.

Trish was 42, the kids were out.

Nine months later, this one comes out.

She goes, "Boom, I'm here."

"You can't deny me."

And I have a heart attack
in the delivery room.

You were in the right place.

Anywhere else,
they say I wouldn't have made it.

I'm sorry about your wife.

I didn't know.

I know.
I just wanted to embarrass you a little.

Well, for the future,
I do a pretty good job of that myself.

Ain't that right, baby?

Ain't that right, baby?

She was a good one.

Gave me something to live for, you know.

Hey, you ever hold one of these before?

No, I haven't washed my hands
in a long time.

I'll be right back.

Where you going?

To get my keys.

The case isn't being reassigned
till tomorrow.

That means we got tonight to solve it.

- You find anything unusual?
- A few things.

See that?

Notes of stippling or gun powder
around the entry wound.

Suggests the gun wasn't directly against
his head when it was fired.

- Have you ever seen a suicide like that?
- Nope.

Also, the tox report says he had
40 milligrams of Klonopin in his system.

Enough to kill him
if the bullet didn't get there first.

Didn't his wife say
he was off of that drug?

So someone had to know the meds he was on
so it didn't look like he'd been doped.

- I'll check his medical records.
- All right, I'm gonna go talk to his wife.

- Hey, Riggs.
- Yeah?

You're right.
We'd have made a terrible team.

Yeah. The worst.

- Yes.
- Mrs. Alvarez. Detective Riggs.

Quick question. Who would have known
what medications your...

You have to leave.

Yes, ma'am. I understand.
It's late. ls there a time...

Just go. Please.

Shh.

You're being watched, aren't you?

Shh.

What happened?

They took my son.

Tell me what happened.

Oscar never came home from school today.

I got a call. They said that...

They said that they had him.

And what, Mrs. Alvarez?

If I ever wanted to see him alive again,
I would give back what Ramon stole.

What did he steal?

They said drugs, heroin.

But I've never seen drugs in this house.

Ramon never got high.
I searched everywhere.

But I don't know where it is.

Thank you. I'm gonna bring your boy home.

Whoa-ho!

Easy, kemosabe.

I come in peace.

- Charming place you have here.
- Thank you.

Did you know that your house
is illegally parked?

So why don't you write me
a parking ticket.

- What's going on here, Riggs?
- Little weapons spring cleaning.

Okay, so we're back to doing that bit

where we don't
tell each other things, right?

Well, I was raised that
when you come to someone's house,

no matter how disgusting it is,
you bring something.

Look who I found
in Alvarez's military records.

Daryl Hennicky.

Alvarez's boss from the port.

And his commanding officer in Iraq.

He said they barely know one another.

Well, I guess he lied.

So I'm gonna ask you again.

What the hell is going on here, Riggs?

Someone kidnapped Alvarez's kid.

Told the wife if she doesn't return
the heroin that he stole,

they're gonna kill the kid.

Heroin?

Okay, that explains why
he was rushing to get out of town.

So, who has the drugs?

Hennicky had to know they were
smuggling drugs down at the port.

So he hires Alvarez and then he
convinces him to steal them.

So, Hennicky kills Alvarez,

- makes it look like a suicide.
- M-h m m.

The drug dealers think that
Alvarez still has their stuff,

and the cops think he offed himself.

Perfect crime.

So, what's the plan?

Go down there and talk to him.

Tell him I want the kid back.

Okay, then I'm going with you.

- No, no, no.
- Yes, yes, yes.

This is the kind of thing
I'd prefer to do alone.

You understand?

Wow.

All right, you're the boss.

But you can't go running around with
that pea-shooter you got there.

All right? So you want the 870
or do you want the Sig?

You gotta pick one of 'em.

Hey, hey!

Get these damn handcuffs off me!
Take them off of me!

No, I'm not gonna do that.

Look,
there is cold beer in the fridge,

but, yeah, you can't reach that.

And I gotta take your car. Sorry.

Riggs!

If you're not gonna do it, I gotta go.

You're a good man, Roger.

And a good cop.

You take care
of that family of yours, okay?

Can I help you, Officer?

Yeah, I'm here for the kid.

- What kid?
- Ramon Alvarez's son.

Unless you got
other kidnapped children here.

In which case, I'll take them as well.

Look, I get it.

You took the kid because you thought
that his dad stole your heroin,

which he did.
Which I could care less about all of this.

My only concern is the 12-year-old boy.

So if you let me
walk out of here with him,

none of this ever happened.

Or we can explore option number two.

Which is?

Ooh. Well, that's the one where I kill

as many of you as I can
before you take me out.

And then you up your profile
from small-time dealer to cop-killer.

Then you spend the rest of your life
in prison,

or on the run, or most likely dead.

I'm not saying that it's a great option,
but people like choices.

Yeah?

Why don't you put your weapon down
and then I'll show you the kid.

God, I love this weapon.

All right.

Your turn.

Hey, buddy.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

All right.

- I'm gonna get you home, okay?
- Hold it.

If you know where my product is,
go get it right now.

Roger, what are you doing here?

I came to get these cuffs off me.

Put that BOLO out on Hennicky.

How am I supposed to explain all of this?

We could call it in anonymously
and we could run.

Yeah, right.

You can cancel
that BOLO on Hennicky.

Where is he?

Come out and I let the kid live!

Give us a second! Oscar, don't move!

No more warnings! Now!

Riggs, I only have one shot.

Okay.

Here's what we're gonna do.

I'm gonna get up, he's gonna shoot me.

Okay, he's gonna give up his position,
and then you shoot him. Okay?

Wait, wait, wait. Are you insane?

He will kill you.

Yeah, and then you kill him.

- Stop!
- What?

Look, don't do this. Okay?

Don't do this.

I miss my girl.

It's okay.

Just don't miss.

Don't miss.

Yeah, come on.

Let the kid go.

(%GROANS)
%GUNSHOT)

Hey. You all right?

No.

I can't believe you shot me!

Hell, I can't believe it took me so long.

It didn't take you long
to make yourself at home in LA.

All right, you can keep the sun,
this ain't home.

I know.

Thanks for smoothing everything out
with IA.

Of course.

Hey, Martin,

thank you for bringing her home.

I didn't have a choice.

She's an LA girl.

Always hated Texas.

Couldn't make her stay there
for an eternity.

No, Martin.

She would have gone anywhere with you.

You have five seconds
to get your ass in this bed.

Look at you.

You want it, don't you?

Happy belated birthday present.

Where am I going?

It's okay, it's okay.
Don't worry about that.

- Don't worry about it.
- Honey, come on.

- Go get the door.
- It's the wind.

Roger, go get the door, please.

- Go on.
- Damn the door.

What?

Look, I, I never thanked you
for saving my life.

Although I'm not sure
you meant to shoot me in the foot.

Thank you.

Yeah, well, maybe
I'll get another shot at it.

And I'll see you tomorrow, right?

- All right.
- All right.

All right.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

I will see you tomorrow, right?

You're not gonna go home and like...

No, not tonight.

But you want to.

For real.

Yeah. I do.

But if it makes you feel any better,

I can't do it myself.

And why is that?

'Cause she'd be ashamed of me.

Crazy, right?

It's probably the least crazy thing
about you.

Martin, what are you doing out here?

He just dropped this off
and he was leaving.

- Well, did you invite him in?
- No, 'cause he's leaving.

No, he did not.
Which was quite rude, actually.

- I'm standing out here, obviously I'm...
- Get in here.

You know, your husband's the one
that shot me

and he's just gonna leave me
standing out here.

You didn't tell me that.

No. Get in there.

- I hope I'm not intruding.
- Not at all.

Don't worry, honey,
60 is right around the corner.

Sixty?

Sixty?

You guys got anything to eat?

English - SDH