Lethal Weapon (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Best Buds - full transcript

Welcome to Budding Blossom.
What can I get for you today?

You know, I'm not exactly sure.

Well, I just got
this new Sativa strain in.

It's called Jack the Ripper.

It's citrusy, high-energy.

Great for work if you need
a little afternoon kick.

I'm more looking to zone out
to the Kardashians

after my kid goes to bed.

But I don't want the munchies.

Totes. You want Weed Thins.

Hunger-suppressing, lndica hybrid.



I'll take an eighth.

Move!

Get out of there!

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

The female
praying mantis begins to kill the male

by devouring his jaw.

The male is simply
the nearest food source around.

When we return,

the female will lay honeycomb casings
to protect her hundreds of eggs.

"MAN". You're the perfect couple.

You've had a connection
since the day you met.

- But you've been slowing down recently.

Well, now there's an easier way
to revitalize your relationship

and keep that connection going.



Introducing...

And RJ knows
that he's babysitting tomorrow night?

What?

Date night? Fruit and Barrow?

Shoot, baby,
I think I have a work thing now.

It's okay. We've been putting this
date off for, what, four months now?

Once more ain't gonna kill us.

Four months without a date?

No. We need a kid-free, work-free night.

So I'll move some things around.

Not necessary. Look.

Fruit and Barrow ain't going nowhere
and neither am l.

You're a good man, Roger Murtaugh.

No.

Yeah.

All right, I'll meet you there.

Duty calls?

Worse. Riggs.

Dude.

Yo, what the hell?

I told you I was on my way.

You said, "I'll meet you there."

Yes, "there." At the office.

Well, "there" means the crime scene.

Maybe in Texas. Not in LA.

Bailey, tell him what "there" means here.

"There" where?

- Here.
- What?

If I say, "Bailey, meet me there,"
where do you go?

There.

And that's where?

Here.

Okay. That's great. I'm glad
you guys cleared that up for me.

So what have we got, Bailey?

Our suspects fled the truck
after removing the LoJack.

There's no witnesses
except for the driver,

a refined cop by the name of Ned Brewer.

Ned Brower? That's my
old training officer. Is he okay?

Well, he took a pretty bad blow
to the head.

The EMTs are cleaning him up now.

Roger!

- How you doing, buddy?
- Good.

Take it easy there.

"There"? Don't confuse the man, Rog.

My new partner. Mr. Delightful.

- Martin Riggs. Glad you're all right.
- Thank you.

Any chance you're available for
some remedial partner training?

"NED". Aw, hell, I need the retraining.

Look at me, I feel like a damn fool.

I hate to break it to you, but
you've never been much to look at, Ned.

Hey, Ned. Whose money were you driving?

The cash all came
from the local pot shops.

I was driving it
to the company I work for.

Joint Asset Securities?

That's it.

Yeah, they're some kind of, urn financial
services for the dispensaries.

Okay, well, that's something to go on.

Thanks, Ned.

- All right.
- You take it easy, buddy.

You, too.

- See you around, buddy.
- Later.

Ned's company is downtown.
I'll send you all the address.

Okay, we're on our way.

- I'll meet you...
- There?

Yeah. There.

Okay, I'm sorry. I'm kidding.
Where are we really going?

So, Ms. Carlson, how long
have you been selling pot for a living?

My clients make their living
selling marijuana, Detective.

I manage their money.

In Texas,
we still call that "laundering."

And in Texas, it would be.

But in California, pot is legal.

Dispensaries earn $3 billion a year,
all of it cash.

But they're legally prohibited
from using banks.

And what do you get out of it?

20%.

20%? Is that legal?

Reflects my risk.

The Fed won't insure their money, so I do,

which is why I'm on the hook

for the $17 million
that was on that truck.

Are the deposits always that big?

Not even close.

It was tax day.

Dispensaries have to pay state tax
just like everyone else.

But without access to banks,
they pay in cash.

Who else knew it was tax-day pickup?

Just my clients.

So we're gonna need
a list of those clients.

Confidentiality is extremely
important to my business, gentlemen.

I'll need you both to be discreet.

We're very discreet.

I mean, me so more than him,
but, you know, him, too.

Good choice.

Yeah.

You ever feel like you made
the wrong career choice?

Yeah. The day I met you.

All right, so the house is co-owned
by a Lon Stober and a Donald Duncan.

They're partners in a dispensary
called Budding Blossom.

You ever smoke weed?
I mean, before you became a cop?

Nah. I played ball.

I ain't the kind
to mess with that stuff. You?

No, of course not. Straight as they come.

Smells like
patchouli oil in here.

Hey, who're we looking for again?

Excuse me.

Sorry to bother you, ladies,

but could you tell me where I would find
a Lon Stober or Donald Duncan?

Lonnie and Donnie.

Donnie and Lonnie.

Wonder if they have
a brother named Ronnie.

- That's a really good question.
- Hey.

Don't disappear on me
when we're working together.

Try to remember that we're partners.

You two are partners?

That is great.

How long have you been together?

- No, it's not...
- How long has it been, Rog?

I feel just like yesterday,

- saw him from across a crowded room.
- Wow.

It was the Sadie Hawkins dance
and neither one of us had a date.

Excuse me, can I help you two?

Let me guess. Lonnie and Donnie.

That's right. Who are you?

Detectives Riggs and Murtaugh, LAPD.

We need to ask you a couple questions.

Where you guys been?
That was our tax money on that truck!

Yeah, we know, and we'll get to it.
But first I need to ask...

Do either of you have
a brother named Ronnie?

Does everyone here
have a valid medical marijuana license?

- Yes.
- Probably.

Right. I'm gonna go, check IDs.

- What?
- Sorry.

So, how much money do you keep
with Joint Asset Securities?

All of it.

Angela knows everything about
finance and taxes and all of that.

She doesn't even smoke.

Hey. Could you not do that around me?
I have to get drug-tested.

Good day, gentlemen.

We're all good in there.

Did you just...

No. No.

Wanna go get something to eat?
I'm famished.

Riggs? Hello?

I'm sorry. What was the question?

You... You asked me a question.

About the protocols in place
for an officer

who tests positive for drugs
he ingested while in the line of duty.

Um, sorry. Yeah, so Murtaugh and I,

we had to go investigate
this pot party today,

and there was just a ton of
second-hand smoke, so...

You know. Just want to make sure
nobody gets in trouble. You know.

Well, in that case,
there's a form I could give you

that would clear you from any testing
for the next 90 days.

Perfect. Can I get one of those?

Do you get high, Riggs?

I mean, when you're not working.

What? No. I mean, you know,
I drink a little, you know?

Very occasionally. Social functions,
holiday parties and the like.

Self-medicating with drugs and alcohol,

that's something I talk about
with a lot of people in this room,

'cause what's said in this room

stays in this room.

Well, I tell you what.

Why don't you talk to Murtaugh
if you think I'm lying?

I didn't say you were.

So, I woke up this morning,
with the TV on.

And, you know, there was one
of those annoying commercials

where the couples are frolicking around,
you know, overly happy.

And it was difficult to watch.

What did you do?

Shot the TV.

"NED". How are Trish and the kids?

You know, Trish is Trish,
kicking ass, taking names.

And, you know,
we have the baby now, which is crazy.

You know, starting over again.

I can't believe you're doing that.

I mean, I can't believe you didn't
just take the pension and hang it up.

I'll hang it up when the bad guys do.

How's Sarah?

Sarah died of ovarian cancer
six months ago.

What? God, no.

Sarah wanted to keep it very private.

Died like she lived.

Ned, I wish I could've been there for you.

I was married to the job
the first 20 years with Sarah,

and the next 20 were supposed to be ours,
for us.

Best-laid plans, right?

Look at this. Little family reunion.

This warrants
a little bit of Scotch at least, right?

You know, for this reunion, a BABS
would be more appropriate.

A BABS.

Even better. What's her number?

Wait a minute. He doesn't know...
He doesn't know what a BABS is?

- No.
- Are you teaching him nothing?

It's not that I'm not teaching him.
He's just not learning.

BABS. Badass breakfast sandwich.

Roger used to bring me one every Friday
from the only deli that does it right.

In Hawthorne.

Good little trainee.

This guy.

So, you guys solved the case yet?

Not yet.

Was there anything else about these guys?

Yeah, the one thing,
there was this smell.

This earthy kind of incense.

Patchouli oil.

What did Carlson say about tax-day pickup,
only her clients knew?

- Lonnie.
- And Donnie.

You know, for being new partners,
you guys are pretty good together.

Lonnie?

Donnie?

LAPD. Hello!

Hello?

Well, found our potheads.

Honey. When did you get home?

Fifteen minutes ago.
You were in the shower.

I pulled an all-nighter.

Two murders, decapitations. Savage.

Decapitations? Good Lord.

I just came home to get
a decent cup of coffee

before I head back to the office.

You gonna need some sleep
when you get home.

It's a good thing
we pushed our date night.

No. It's not a good thing.

We still have reservations?

At Fruit and Barrow? I canceled.

But I can make a call if you're sure.

I ran into Ned Brower yesterday.

- Sarah died, six months ago. Cancer.
- No.

He said he wanted to spend time with her
once he retired.

I don't wanna be Ned. Date night tonight.

I'll move some things around.

- Okay, if it's not that important.
- It's work.

This... This is important.

Hey, look who's here.

Gosh.

Invite him in.

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

Hey, Riggs!

What're you doing here?

What?

- I'm here.
- Why?

- Here is "there."
- No, no, no.

"There" is the office.

"Here" is my house.

We meet "there,"
and then we drive together.

So, now what do we do?

I'm gonna go take a shower.
Try not to steal nothing.

Just make yourself at home, Riggs.

Thanks. Already did.

So, how long were you waiting back there?

I was gonna come in, you know,

but I didn't want to barge in
on you and Trish.

You seemed happy.

Luckiest traffic stop ever.

I was a rookie on patrol,
pulled over a speeder.

- Trish?
- Yeah.

What did you do?
Waive the ticket and get her number?

Hell, no. I wrote the ticket.

She showed up in traffic court,
she contested it,

kicked my ass.

And then I got her number.

That's one good traffic stop.

Yeah. Not to be too personal,

but things are still kind of,
you know, frisky with us.

No, please elaborate.

I mean, you know, I'm just saying
I don't want to take it for granted,

because these things
could just disappear...

At any moment?

Yeah.

- Sorry about that. I, you know...
- Look, it's okay.

You should be able to talk
about these kind of things.

Hey, you know, I was thinking,
we should talk to Gang Unit

about decapitations.

Whoa.

Decapitation can be very disturbing.

No, that breakfast of yours is disturbing.

This is just not right, man.

- You want in on this?
- No.

You know, I saw some decaps in Texas,
all cartel-related.

And they always outsourced their wet work
to local gangs.

You might be onto something.

You know, I can't do this.

I can't talk to you
while you're eating like that.

You can't, or you won't?

Both, Riggs, both.

Negative.

Cartels aren't in LA.

If you're looking for head-choppers,
try the Jamaicans.

Kingston Boys over on Manchester.
I'll send you intel.

"MURTAUGH". Thanks for the tip.

Hey, young man. What's your name?

Cruz.

Nasty scar you got there on your neck.

Something you can tell us?

Just what Sarge said.

"Just what Sarge said."

This kid, I don't know if he's more scared
of his sarge or his shadow.

- I ain't afraid of anything.
- Good.

Because here's the deal, Cruz.

We have two headless bodies,
not in Mexico, in LA.

Okay, look.

The cartels are active in LA,

but I hear they're
outsourcing to local gangs.

You hear? All right, man.

Good luck growing a pair.

I used to roll with the Locos.

They take cartel jobs.

The Locos?

That who burned the gang tat
off your neck after you quit?

No. I burned it off.

Look, check the heads.

The cartels use machetes.
Might get you somewhere.

Hey, Cruz.

You wanna roll with us?

Play homicide detective
for a little while?

You can sit on his lap.

Let you play with the siren. Come on.

He loves the siren, I hate it.

Definitely a machete,
but here's the plot twist.

The decapitation was postmortem.

Cause of death was electrocution,

courtesy of, wait for it...

A cattle prod.

Tortured them for information.

Yeah, from the severity of the burns,
I'd say this prod runs at 15,000 volts.

That's 20 times stronger
than a defibrillator.

- You got a pacemaker?
- Yeah.

Might wanna stay away from these things.

You think?

I know a sick banger who
tortures people with a cattle prod.

Name's Paco.

Runs a gang out of Venice
called Los Alvos.

Sounds lovely. Can't wait to meet him.

- Thanks, Scorsese.
- You got it.

I'm not sure
if any of them are Paco.

We can just go ask.
Seem like a friendly son'.

Let's use this as a learning opportunity.

Okay? I covered for you with Avery
with the...

But my generosity goes but so far.

Let's be the smart ones.

You know what, Rog? I couldn't agree more.

Paco!

Not smart, Riggs. Not smart.

- What's up?
- You know me?

I mean, I know of you. You're Paco, right?

Sagittarius, like playing "shock the
monkey" and chopping off people's heads?

Murtaugh and Riggs.

There is just two of you?

No. We got backup coming.

Yup. Just the two of us.
Me and my partner.

Drove here together and everything.

Guys. Here's...

I got him.

Ain't no nails in that, homie.

Take it easy, son.
Don't do nothing stupid with that thing.

Told you I had your back, Rog.

You know the best part
about being cattle-prodded?

I mean, aside from gaining
a new appreciation

for the struggles of cattle everywhere?

It leaves a distinctive burn. Unique.

Like a fingerprint.

Now that's a perfect match to the burns
on my two decapitated corpses.

"CRUZ". You just hit the jackpot.

A double life sentence in San Quentin.

Paco, come on, now.

Is that any way
to talk to an industry colleague?

There's no shame in being a starter gang.

I was in one in middle school.

It was awesome. We had little bells
on our bikes and everything.

"CRUZ". Better ink, I bet.

"R.l.P. Chuy"?
Didn't know you were a Star Wars nerd.

Don't look like the Force
is with you anymore now, bro.

Muchas gracias, amigo.

Look, the cartels used to make
billions off of marijuana.

Since the pot shops opened,
they've been losing a fortune.

They gotta wet their beaks somehow.

My guess is,
some of that money was theirs.

So, they send in a sociopath

with a penchant
for machetes and cattle prods.

So much for legalization
lowering the crime rate.

Is Paco talking?

All right. Paco's talking.

- Y0u guys plan that?
- Rlggs plan?

That's funny.

All right. In the middle of
his charmingly psychopathic rant

about how he was going to order a hit
on Cruz and yours truly,

he mentioned there's still
$17 million on the street.

Looks like the truck is still out there.

Saddle up, big guy. We got work to do.

First, Riggs, go see the City Attorney.
He left you six messages.

Why does he want to talk to Riggs?

Wild guess. The astronomical rise
in lawsuits filed against our fair city

since Riggs joined the force.

Hey, look, if you're
going to get reamed out,

the least I could do is come with you.

I mean,
you took a cattle prod for me today.

Enjoy your wife.

I got this. If I can handle Paco,
I can handle Ronnie Delgado.

That's Mr. City Attorney to you.

You got it!

- He took a cattle prod for you?
- Yeah.

- I wouldn't have done that for you.
- No.

You know, you didn't have to call my boss.

It got you here.

You can't keep avoiding me.

And not because I'm your boss's boss,

because we're family, Martin.

I know. Thank you.

Anna misses you.

She wants you to come for Sunday dinner.

I appreciate that.

This Sunday is just not a great day
for me, unfortunately, though, you know.

From what I see, it doesn't look like
any of your days are great ones.

Anna's making Miranda's favorite.

Mole.

Thank you.

Look, I gotta run.
I got paperwork and stuff to catch up on.

Martin.

She wouldn't want you to be alone.

Wasn't my first choice either, Ronnie.

Thank Anna for the invite, would you?

Hey.

- You're beautiful.
- Thank you.

Well, thank you, honey.

You haven't changed.

I'm sorry, I wanted to go home
and freshen up,

but it was crazy at the office today.

No. I meant you're just as beautiful
as the day we first met.

Did I really look that good
when you stopped me?

Why do you think I pulled you over
in the first place?

That's inadmissible, by the way.

I don't know.

Barolo.

We are celebrating.

No kids, no work.

Tonight is about us.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Honey, stop. Thank you.
- Enjoy.

- It's about us, okay?
- It's about us.

Okay, so, now, I don't get a chance
to say the things that I want to say,

so I jotted some stuff down.

It's a rough draft.

- Still working on some transitions.
- Okay.

But, okay, here it is.

"Trish, going through life with you"

"has been the greatest journey..."

- Just a sec.
- What?

- Sorry. It's a strong opening. Continue.
- Okay.

Um...

"We're on a journey, floating
on a raft through a river of love."

Ooh.

- Shoot. That's Ned.
- Well, answer it.

No, don't worry about it. I'm all right.

- Okay.
- Where was I? Where was I?

"A raft of love."

No, no, no. We're on a river.

"And our children
are the life preservers."

Is that right? No.

Damn it, I can't read my own writing.

No, it's... It's lovely, honey.
Keep going.

No. You know what? Forget about the notes.

Okay.

I love you more each day.

And you...

Aw, that's Ned. He just texted me 9-9-9.

He wouldn't use that code unless
there was something wrong.

Go.

No. Go ahead, honey.
We'll have other nights.

Okay. Yeah. We'll do this tomorrow.

And I'll get a chance
to work on my notes.

- More thoughts.
- Okay.

Okay, I'll tell the waiter
that we're leaving.

No, no. You're leaving.

I have a bottle of wine and a babysitter.

I respect that. Okay.

Bye.

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

Who is it?

Roger.

Thanks for coming.

You sent up the Bat-Signal,
so I'm here. What's up?

We need to talk.

Ned. Talk?

I just skipped out on dinner with Trish.

Maybe we can get together tomorrow.
Have a beer and talk.

Tomorrow's too late. Come here.

Let's talk.

Nice dinner.

- Yeah, yours looks better.
- Doesn't it?

What?

That's a mighty big sandwich
for such a tiny lady.

I have the metabolism of a hummingbird.

You want half?

- No, thanks.
- Okay.

Keep that offer between us.

People will think I'm going soft,
and I have a reputation to protect.

On second thought.

- Riggs!
- Thanks.

Paco, my brother. What's up, ese?

Look, I'm sorry about the wait.

The traffic to the Westside was a bitch.

But I got the sandwich I promised you.

What the hell are you talking about?

A Godmother with the works.
Extra pepperoncinis.

Did I screw it up?
Was it "no pepperoncinis"?

This cop bringing you room service?

Man, I don't know this guy.
I don't know nothing about a sandwich.

- Come on, man.
- Paco!

Now, I'm a man of my word. We had a deal.

You cooperate with the investigation,
I bring your beloved Godmother.

What the...

Back off.

Easy. Get these guys out of here.
Sit down.

- All right, let's go. Out!
- All right.

You put a snitch jacket on me.

You're gonna get me shanked.

I guess you'd better start talking,

or I'm gonna personally deliver
a basket of muffins every day at chow.

What do you want to know?

Where's the money?

I have no clue.

All right, it's gonna be bran muffins
to keep you regular.

Look, I zapped those pot store fools
for an hour.

They swore they didn't have the money.

- You believed them?
- They copped to stealing the dough,

said someone else stole it off of them.

- Names?
- They didn't know.

Said no one else was in on the heist,

no one even knew the money was stolen
except the driver they jacked.

Thanks. Keep the sandwich.

Sarah got sick.

The doctors all said there was no hope.

Of course the insurance wouldn't cover it,

so I mortgaged the house,
I cashed in my pension.

And I am wiped out.

That's why you were driving
the armored truck for $14 an hour?

Until those morons nearly killed me
with a garbage truck.

So, you knew it was them all along?

No, not at first.

I was pretty shook up.

But in the hospital,
I was trying to think of anything and I...

I've been making pickups
from those idiots for years,

and I recognized their shoes.

So, you just went to the house,
found the truck, and just drove it away?

It was so easy.

Then I heard about
what happened to those guys and I...

I'm scared, Roger. I screwed up.

Yeah, Ned, you did.

So, I, um...

I figured you might as well take me in.
Better you than the cartel.

LAPD. Come out with your hands up!

Hi, Rog.

What the hell are you doing here?

I could ask you the same question.

Ned's new car?

Okay, I should have called you
before I came here.

Look, it's okay.

He's your old TO.

Look.

I'm with you on this, okay?

Maybe I can pull some strings,
get the Feds to take your case.

You get a chance to hang out
with Bernie Madoff

instead of the gangbangers
down in county lockup.

All right. Yeah, I appreciate that.
Let's go. Take me in.

A minute of your time, Roger.

Just one second, Ned.

We can't do this.

He won't last five minutes in lockup.

Need I remind you of our dear friend Paco?

He stole $17 million, Riggs.
I can't turn a blind eye to that.

I agree. We need to take him in.

- So, we're on the same page.
- Tomorrow.

Tonight, we just take the money in.

It's his only shot.

If we go by the book on this,
he'll be dead in 24 hours.

I know what you guys are thinking
and I can't let you do it.

You're not gonna throw
your careers away for me.

Well, to be honest, Ned,
I don't have much of a career, anyway.

Look, I wouldn't have made it
a day on the streets without you.

I owe you.

You don't owe me.

Ifsthejob.

Do your job.

We're gonna take that money in.

We'll come back for you tomorrow.

Hey-

This man is solid gold.

You take care of him. You understand?

You can count on it.

Kiss of death.

All right, normally I would say,
"Head to Mexico."

North might be better for your situation.
Good luck.

I should've never let you
talk me into this.

Rog, come on. It was the only way.

I mean, I love the man,
but he stole 150 bricks of cold hard cash.

A hundred and forty-nine.

No, it was 150.

Trust me, let's say 149.

Damn it, Riggs.
Giving Ned money wasn't part of the plan.

- In fairness, I didn't have a plan.
- Yes, we did.

We were gonna turn in the money,
and give Ned a few hours head start.

No, that was your plan, okay?

My plan is driving this to some beach
somewhere and settling down

- like Butch and Sundance.
- "Butch and Sundance"?

Do you know that...

Ned, you better be
halfway to Vancouver by now.

"NED". Rog, I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

I'm sorry but I'm gonna
need that money back.

It's supposed to be an even exchange,
Ned for the money.

Two of them, two of us.

But surprise, surprise,
gangbangers suck at math.

I'm counting six.

And a few more behind us.

Well, by my calculations,
we're severely outnumbered and outgunned.

So, how do you wanna play this, Riggs?

Are you asking me if I got a plan?

Against my betterjudgment, I am.

Good, 'cause I got one.

Okay, good, what is it?

It's better if I just show you.

Buckle up.

What... Why am I putting my seat belt on?

Why are you putting on your seat belt?

I do not approve of this plan!

- Let's call for backup.
- Go ahead and call for backup, Rog.

I'm not sure they're gonna
get here in time.

Riggs!

Is this still your plan?

At least they're following the money
and not Ned!

Hey! I'm trying to shoot here!

I'm sorry, sir, but did you not see
that the seat belt light is illuminated?

All units to the downtown area...

Riggs and Murtaugh in yet?

Not yet, Cap. Maybe traffic.

Let me know when they deign
to make an appearance.

Attention, all units-
Shots fired.

Armored truck crashed into
multiple vehicles, then overturned.

Heavily armed suspects approaching.
Requesting immediate backup.

What are you waiting for? Let's go.

Well, this worked out well?

If we'd have stuck with my original idea,

we'd be on a beach somewhere
sipping drinks

like Butch and Sundance.

Butch and freaking Sundance?

You know, they both died
at the end of that movie?

- Really?
- Yeah.

- I never really saw the film.
- No!

Okay, now you're angry.

How can you tell?

Hi, Los Alvos!

How are you?

Great. Piss 'em off
while they surround us.

They're gonna kill us anyway, Rog.

You know, you're
a terrible person in a foxhole.

Maybe.

But I'm pretty good
at shooting my way out.

You ready?

On three.

Hev. Rog?

- Don't make it easy for 'em.
- Hell no.

- One.
- Two.

Three!

I'm out.

Yeah, me, too.

So, what's your plan again?

That.

That. That was my plan!

Get down! Get down! Get down now!

Hands on the ground! Hands on the ground!

All right, so look. You know,
this time, we went with my plan.

Next time, we'll go with your plan,
all right?

Partnership.

This is the fun part.

We have an opportunity
to give a thankful citizen her money back.

Angela's head was just found
in a garbage dump in Tijuana.

Well, we can be in TJ by midnight,

and interface with
the Mexican authorities to get...

We're off the case.

It's the DEA's jurisdiction now.

You guys recovered the money,
closed two homicides,

but if you want to keep going,
there's still one open case.

- What's that?
- What's that?

Fugitive recovery. Ned Brower.

Any ideas where he might be?

I ain't seen him.
It's like he disappeared.

- I don't know. Yeah, it's like Houdini.
- Just gone.

The two of you agreeing with each other?
Now that's scary.

Do you know how to knock?

I owed you a sandwich.

Or half a sandwich. There you go.

Headed home?

Nah. Lot of paperwork.

Riggs, you can hide in the office,
you can hide in the bottle.

You can shoot your TV, get high, whatever.

You don't have to talk to me.

But do you talk to anyone?

Well...

Your father-in-law?

I do due diligence on all my clients.

He must miss her, too.

Talking to him
is not what I need right now.

It may not be what you need,
but it may be what he needs.

Relax, Martin. They're going to love you.

Well, if I was your daddy,

ain't a man on Earth
that'd be good enough for my baby girl.

You are most definitely not my father.
Thank God.

You really didn't have to bring a gift.

Hey, it's how I was raised.

You show a man respect,
then you earn his trust.

Texas charm.

Better get used to it.

Sorry, baby.

Not tonight.

Come on. Come on.

I wasn't speeding that much.
Give me a break.

License and registration, ma'am.

Roger Murtaugh, if you don't get
that flashlight out of my eyes...

What, you want another ass whipping
in Traffic Court?

Not court.

But first, dinner.

Fruit and Barrow?

I got something better in play.

All right.

No.

This is the best date night ever.

Yeah. Well, it's just begun.

- I've prepared some words.
- Honey.

Not tonight.

- No?
- No.

English - SDH