Lethal Weapon (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - There Goes the Neighborhood - full transcript

Sit still

before you get out and have all that
kale salad come oozing out of your head.

Man, here we go.

Do they even let you eat meat
out there in Sherman Oaks?

Hell, no. You got to be a vegetarian
to move out there.

And then you have to sign up for them,
Pilates classes.

Hey, don't knock Pilates.
You can never be too flexible.

That's why he come out here every week.

Ain't no black folks out in Sherman Oaks.

Only those bougie-ass African-Americans.

Our blackness is in question, RJ.
Back me up.



Wait, what's that? I was listening
to an NPR podcast. I couldn't hear you.

He's funny like y'all now.

I like NPR. Very informative.

Hey, y'all.

Hey. youngster. What you got today?

What's going on? Y'all know
I got that Central Intelligence,

that Independence Day.
One for $10, two for $16.

Marcus?

Yo, it's RJ.

Man, I haven't seen you since, like,
the fourth grade. What's up, man?

Yo, what's up, man? I'm chilling.

What a trip.

Yo, your momma used to make
the best brownies I've... Wait.

- Hold on. ls your daddy still a...
- A cop?



Yeah.

You selling bootleg DVDs?

I'm disappointed.

Mainly in your collection.

You got Surf Ninjas? Soul Plane?

I oughta arrest you for bad taste.

Tell your mom I said hi.

And get yourself a real job, boy.

Morning.

Come on, let's go.

Are you homeless?

Hey!

No, I got a trailer up the ways.

Not a lot of people, which is great,
but no washing machine.

- You surf here a lot?
- Yeah, my whole life.

You ever heard of a Laundromat?

Come on.

Can't beat this view.

You might wanna consider Fluff and Fold.

Could help your look.

There's nothing wrong with my look.

Hey, I don't look homeless!

Man, this cut is all wrong.

I wanted the Mohawk
with the fade on the side.

Mohawks are only appropriate
for Native Americans and Mr. T.

Why do we have to go to Art's anyways?

It's a 45-minute drive,
and all they do is make fun of us.

Boy, we don't go to Art's for the cut.

We go to connect with our community,
our roots.

Marcus just texted me.

- We traded info. He wants to hang.
- Good.

You boys should hang out.

It'll be good for you to spend
a little time in your old 'hood, too.

If you miss it so much, Why'd we leave?

Your mother wanted
a better school district,

so we moved here.

Instead of community, we have landscaping.

And a safer house. Safer streets.

- Hey, Martin.
- Hi.

- Nice to see you.
- Good to see you.

Roger will be back any minute.

All right, can you say hi to Martin? Yes.

Trish, can I ask you a question?

Do I look homeless to you?

What? Of course not.

I mean, sometimes you're a little scruffy,
but that's part of your charm.

Right? Part of my charm.

Gosh. Can you feed her for a second?

Um...

I've never fed anything. I mean, pigs.
I had some pigs and a dog once,

- but it died...
- Martin. Spoon in, spoon out.

Yeah. Okay.

You wanna try some?

Here. I mean, it doesn't look that...

It does look bad, doesn't it?

Looks like glue. Here, look, watch.

That's really good.

She didn't want any.

Right?

We have a 459 on the 1600 block

of Sylmar Avenue.

That's a break-in six blocks back.

- 4-King-10. I'm in the area.
- Copy that.

Out. Now.

Are you serious?

We're two blocks from the house.

Walking builds character
and hopefully some calf muscles.

Man, this is child endangerment.

Go on.

Suspects located.

Two black males.

"One's 5'10".

The other's just over six feet,
and half as wide.

Backup's three minutes away.

Copy that.

- Whoo!
- Easy, buddy.

Your death wish was
two seconds from coming true.

What are you even doing here?

I was at your place when I heard the call.

- Wow. That is one big human being.
- Yes, it is.

Backup's on its way.

- Backup's already here. Let's go.
- No, no, no.

You are not gonna get your cowboy on here.

- My "cowboy"?
- Yeah.

I'm a police officer
responding to a call, sir.

You're a stick
of dynamite with a mustache.

Why does the mustache got to be...

Look, this is my neighborhood, okay?

My family carpools on this street.

Well, somebody
just got out of carpool duty.

Go, go, go!

Come on, come on, come on.

Hey, whoa, whoa! Don't slow down.

On, my God!

- Sorry, Mrs. Choi!
- Bye.

- Rog, you're going the wrong way.
- We're gonna out them off.

Well, there goes the neighborhood.

They shot at me in my own neighborhood!

I wanna know who these punks are,
who they hang out with, where they live.

It was a precise in-and-out hit

while the homeowner was
at a boutique opening.

Got over 200 grand
in jewelry and electronics.

- This crew, they must case their targets...
- They're predators!

The whole point of moving to Sherman Oaks
is so stuff like this doesn't happen.

We're taking the case.

Roger, look.

I understand
you're taking this personally,

- but what you have...
- Yes, it is personal.

You wouldn't understand.

You don't live in any kind of community.

- You're a sand hobo.
- A sand hobo?

As opposed to what? Like, a regular hobo...

Your neighbors are seals!

These guys had fake uniforms, custom vans.
They're professionals.

Hey, Bailey, why don't you run a search
on all burglaries in LA County,

see if any similarities pop up?

On it.

And, Murtaugh, don't be all in my grill.

It's gonna take me a couple days to get
these files from all over the city.

Or I could get them in an hour.

Gang Unit has contacts
in all the stations. I'll hook you up.

Team, I'm sure
you remember Detective Cruz.

Remarkably, after working with Riggs
and Murtaugh on our last cartel case,

he put in to be transferred
over to us full-time.

Good to have you, Cruz.

We're going after some
grade-A miscreants here.

Okay, then. I'm sure
you'll all make him feel right at home.

Yeah.

Unless home is a trailer
near some easily maligned seals.

You got a description on the suspects?

No. We were too busy almost
getting killed to see their faces.

But one of them looked
like the black Hulk.

So I'm guessing this Bigfoot-sized
footprint is from our boy?

I mean, a guy that size
shouldn't be hard to find.

I'll call my Cls, see what I can get.

Got something.

MURTAUGHI That looks like him.

- How did you do that?
- Feel that burn. Yeah, baby. Come on.

Did an online search for "black Hulk."

That's how we do here,
in Robbery/Homicide.

Whoa, whoa. Easy, kids.
We're all cops here.

Not seals or hobos.

There is a lot about that man
that is hobo-like.

A lot.

That video was shot right here
in this gym.

Have you seen any enormous black guys
with arms the size of my thighs in here?

All we got is enormous black guys.

You got a problem?

If someone were gonna buy you
a pair of moccasins,

what size would they be looking for?

And I know what you're thinking.
But you're wrong.

Everyone looks great in moccasins.

What have you got?

Regular men's shoe sizes are what?
Ten and a half? Eleven?

Except Gigantor over there
probably wears size 12.

This is a 16.

Same size as the footprint
at the crime scene.

And the exact same shoe
that Hulk wore in his video.

Excuse me, Mr. Hulk.

LAPD.

If you'd kindly put some shorts on
or something and come with us,

- we'd greatly appreciate that.
- Greatly appreciate it.

If you want me, come and get me.

Well, the good news is he's not packing.

Rog, if that's not packing,
your standards are extremely high.

Well, look, we just take him
off his center. That's all.

- You go low, I'll go high.
- You go low.

You go low. I'm not going low.

- You go... Argh! Get him.
- Tase him!

Argh!

Rog, a little help here?

Rog, can I get a little help here?

Tase him again.

- Man, his situation was all up in your...
- Yes!

Yes, it was.

- Now it's personal.
- Yeah. Yeah.

Rajon Phillips.

Two counts of attempted murder
on a police officer.

Assault and battery
of said police officer.

Resisting arrest, destruction of property.

That doesn't even include

your two dozen counts of burglary
that we have linked to you and your crew.

Also known as "life without parole."

Unless you give us names and details. Now.

Come on, Rajon.

R330... Rayon'? Rachon'?

- R0... Roll the "R."
- Rojon...

- Rajon.
- Rajon. Rajon.

Look, every person on a crew has a role.

I'm guessing yours is breaking things,
moving heavy objects,

maybe grunting from time to time?

There's a lot of grunting.

My point is,

it's obvious that you were not
the brains behind the operation.

Well, as that tends
to require actual brains, so...

Yes.

And I mean, come on. Let's be honest.

That's why you're in here,
and they're out there.

And that's not fair, is it?

- It's not fair.
- At all.

I ran the crew.

I called the shots

for all the jobs.

Makes you wonder who a guy
like that would be scared enough of

to do hard time for.

Scared of or connected to?

Family, friends, his community.

So let me get this straight.
You just keep a perfectly pressed outfit

here at the station,
what, like, in your locker?

- Yeah. Five of them.
- Five of them.

Because I do laundry
like civilized people.

You should try it.

Cap, I'm gonna take
another crack at this guy.

- So do you keep extra clothes here at...
- Of course I do.

Hey, Rajon, good news.

We're transferring you to county
before your arraignment.

Just got to fill out
a little paperwork here.

Any family we should notify?

Gang affiliations we should know about,
for your own safety?

What about medical conditions?

Looks like you had some knee surgery.
You play football?

Basketball, then?

What, were you, like, a Compton Cougar?

Yeah, they played rough.

Hawthorne Roman.

Yeah, the Romans, yeah. They suck.

They suck now.

Won the conference
when I was there, bitch.

Get him out of here.

See that?

It's good to be back in the old 'hood.

See, this is what sports is all about.

The feeling of the whole community
rallying behind you.

It might be a foreign concept to you.

Rog, you remember I'm from Texas, right?

Sports is more of a religion down there.

Nice work, Darielle.
Your D was tight all game.

That's Marshawn Wiley.

Rajon's high school basketball coach.

He ought to know who Rajon was tight with.

I'm gonna start calling you
Michael Cooper.

Coop!

1987 defensive player of the year

- for the Showtime Lakers.
- Yeah.

I'm surprised these kids even know
who he is.

They do if they wanna play on my team.

Come on, come on. Here we go.

How can I help you?

Want to talk to you about a player
you coached at Hawthorne High.

Rajon Phillips?

We're trying to locate
some of his associates.

Do you have any idea
who he was tight with on that team?

Sure, there was Mike Carter
and Andre Ellis.

But I think those two are still locked up.

You know, I try to keep these kids
on the straight path,

but guess I just wasn't up to it.

You can only do so much, right?

- Yeah.
- Is that why you quit coaching, then?

Yeah, but I still do what I can.

You know, hire local kids,
sponsor these league games.

Valleystar Cable.
Is that one of your sponsors?

Yeah, they have a service center
in the area.

A lot of these people here,
they worked there

one time or another.

Thanks for your help.

His shoulder.

Ain't that about
where you shot our burglar?

El Paso High, strong safety. Go Wildcats.

Hey, girl.

- What's up? You need a ride?
- Nice whip, but I don't know you.

I'm Marcus. Now you know me.

Who's your friend? He's cute.

Yo.

Why aren't we going after those girls?

Man, sometimes you just need
to stunt on these girls, all right?

I got to get me one of these cars.

Hey, let's go see my boy at work.
He's got all types of rides.

I know you wanna drive.

You know I want to drive.

Let's go.

Porsche, bro. There is no substitute.

Damn.

All right, all right. Slow down.

Slow down.

Just be cool, man.

All right, don't say anything first,
and don't reach for anything.

Yo, what are you doing, man? Stop moving.

Hands where I can see them.

Evening, Officer.
My dad's a detective with the LAPD.

Here's his card with his badge number.

It's a nice ride you got.

- Stay safe.
- Thank you, Officer.

Yo.

You got another one of them cards?

No, but take my dad's digits.

You ever get in trouble, give him a call.

I've got to get back to work, man.

- Are you serious?
- Yeah.

Bro, I was just having fun, though.

Got to bounce, bro.

- Where...
- Now, yo.

Yo, how am I supposed
to get back home, then?

This upstanding citizen is John Baker,
a.k.a. Boogie.

Used to work for Valleystar Cable,

which is how he managed to steal
a van and use it for his break-in crew.

Yo, Detective, I'm gonna need a pat-down.

- Real up-close and personal...
- Now, shut your damn mouth.

I can take care of myself.

I never said you couldn't.

- I mean, I just figured that...
- Just what?

Parachute your way into Robbery/Homicide
after hot-dogging one drug case?

It took me four long years.

Why don't you book Romeo here?

Bitch.

I'm just saying what you're thinking.

Who's calling you, Boogie?

Bailey, what's up?

Cruz found an address text
to Boogie's phone,

and a 911 call just came in
on that same location. Robbery.

That's our crew. What's the address?

2604 South Gramercy, but there's more.

The woman who called it in
is in the house.

911 has her on the line.

All right, patch us through.

Hello?

Hey, this is Detective Riggs.

Is it safe for you to talk?

I think so, yes.

- Okay, what's your name?
- Haley.

Hi, Haley.
Where are you in the house right now?

In the hallway closet.

I can see out a little.

Okay, how many men do you see
in the house?

I think four. Wearing masks.

They're going through all the rooms.

They're gonna find me.

No, they're not.
Listen, we're almost there, okay?

They went away.

I can see the front door.

- It's so close.
- No, Haley.

You stay where you are in that closet.
Are you listening to me?

I think I can make it.

Haley, no.

Haley? Haley?

Haley?

Drive.

This case is now our top priority.

A young woman is dead.

Shot with a .380,
no fingerprints found at the scene.

This crew only hits when no one is home.
Haley surprised them.

By the look of things, she was asleep.

Probably didn't hear them
until they were already in the house.

Where are we on lD'ing
Rajon and Boogie's associates?

I checked the gang database and my Cls,
but nothing.

Maybe there's something I can pull
from the robbery...

I checked all the vics.

None of them have the same security
companies, gardeners, housekeepers.

I even checked the truck delivery routes.

But this one does not fit the profile
of the other robberies.

Not only was someone home,
but they didn't have much.

There's a link that we're not seeing.

My sister wasn't supposed to be
at my house.

I didn't even know she was in town.

And what did I have to even steal?

They killed her for...

For some cheap jewelry
and $70 in the kitchen drawer?

We're going to find the people
that did this, I promise you.

They said you were on the phone with her
when she was hiding.

I was.

She must have been so scared.

Actually, she was very brave.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Um...

Did anyone know
about your plans to be out tonight?

Anyone have access to your home?

We lost our parents when we were young.

Haley was my best friend.

The only family I have.

Had.

And now, she's gone.

Just like that.

Yeah.

- What?
- Riggs.

I'm glad you picked up. It's RJ.

I need help.

RJ? RJ who?

Roger Jr. Your partner's son.

On, RM. Hey, buddy. Wham up'?

Okay, well, um,

I snuck out to meet this girl,

and I got stranded in, like,
not really the best neighborhood.

And I know it's a huge ask,
but can you come get me?

RJ, you've got to call your dad, buddy.
I...

- Look, he just left the station...
- Did you not hear what I said?

I snuck out.

Riggs, please, I'm begging you.

All right, where are you?

Ms. Abernathy.

Hate to bother you with more questions,

but when you went out tonight,

did you take your car,
or did you leave that at home?

I drove.

I would, too. I mean, it's a nice Tesla.

I work for the dealership.

One of the perks is getting to drive
an $80,000 car.

I wouldn't be able to afford it otherwise.

Well, you drive safely.

"RA". It's like cracking a case.

What's like cracking a case?

Figuring out what a girl
wants to hear so they let you,

you know, get with them.

You know, this was like
a serious X-rated-type situation.

She was like... And then I was like...

- And then she was like, "I love you"...
- Okay, so you weren't with an actual girl.

I mean, that much is clear.

Now, look, wherever you were,
you're going to have to tell your parents.

What? No, no, no.

See, that's the whole reason I called you.

Mom and Dad treat me like
I'm a damn child or something...

You are a child, RJ.

Theirs.

All right? You always will be.

You want to be treated like an adult?

Start by being straight up with them.

And try to learn from
whatever their reaction is.

- Okay?
- Got it.

Are you kidding?

I don't have a desk.
I figured I'd crash here.

Well, you can set up camp
in the break room or on the floor.

The burglaries, where were the owners
when their homes got hit?

All over. Concerts, dinners,
games, gallery openings...

All places that use valets.

That's the link.

The crew is not casing homes.
They're casing cars.

Valet sees that they have nice rides,

figure they probably have
nice stuff back home.

And that's how they messed up
on this last hit.

Because the owner had a sleek car,
but they didn't have much stuff.

And they know where to hit
because most people

have their home addresses
on the car registration.

Or their GPS.

- So then...
- Valet tells the break-in crew.

Exactly.

So get the names of the valet companies
that our vics used.

We find the valets, we find the crew.

Detective Murtaugh. Sergeant Collins.

Had some paperwork to file downstairs,
thought I'd come up and introduce myself.

So what can I do for you?

I pulled over your son tonight.

He and a buddy were in a Porsche,
doing 80 on Alameda.

That's not my son.

No? His name was Roger Jr.

He gave me your badge number and card.

I just thought you'd want to know.

I'm with him right now.

Tell him I came to you
and told you everything like an adult.

No, I don't think we should send him
to military school. Yet.

Yes, he was just getting to the part

where he got stranded
after hanging out with Marcus.

Marcus?
They got pulled over by the police.

- Did RJ mention that?
- He did.

He said he didn't want to get in trouble,
but didn't want us to worry,

which is why he called Riggs
for a ride home.

Riggs?

What? He called Riggs?

- Yes, Martin dropped him off...
- I'll call you back.

- Riggs.
- Yo.

I thought you went home?

No, I came back. I cracked the case.

What'd you figure out?

What've you been doing?

- I just had to run an errand.
- An errand?

Like going to pick up my son
after he got pulled over by LAPD?

Look, Roger, he...

RJ called me,
said he went to go meet a girl...

I don't care what he said!

You know why RJ called you?

Because you're the fun uncle,

who likes to smoke weed
and tell him and his sister

that it's okay to drink
because you don't give a damn!

- You need to calm down.
- Two black teenagers,

one of them my son,
pulled over by a uni I don't know!

Do you have any idea
how bad that could've gone?

No.

Because you have nothing to love
in this world but yourself.

Nice.

And you wonder
why your kids won't talk to you.

Don't ever get involved
with my family again.

Is that clear?

Crystal.

What? Get back to work.

"MURTAUGH". What's wrong with you, boy?

Why didn't you call me or your mother?

Because you just called me boy.

Because you're a man? Is that it?

A man doesn't go for a joyride,

then wave his daddy's card around
to get out of trouble.

And you better pray that
that car wasn't stolen.

It wasn't.

It belonged to Marcus' friend at work.

And Riggs didn't know.
He was just trying to help...

Don't talk to me about Riggs!

What Inglewood teenager has friends
with rides like that?

As far as I know,

the only job Marcus has
is selling bootleg DVDs!

He also valets for some
fancy restaurant in West Hollywood.

He's a valet?

Give me his number.

Hey-

What's up?

- I got more addresses if you need it.
- Good.

'Cause that last one you gave us
didn't work out.

We got people waiting on us to deliver,
so you're gonna help me make it right.

What the...

"Detective?" You talk to the cops?

It's not like that, bro, all right?

Let's go for a ride.

Okay.

I might have something,
but I hit a roadblock.

Mind taking a look?

All right.

What you got?

A girl I know
works at the City Finance Office.

She says all the valet stands
we're looking at

are owned by a Showtime Industries,

owned by a William Sharman.

But I can't find any record of him.

That's because that name is bogus.

Bill Sharman was the general manager
of the Showtime-era Lakers.

Come on. Responsible for Kareem?

Magic?

I'm a Galaxy guy.

Of course you are.

All right, well, let's find out
who William Sharman really is.

Man, that detective that called,
that was just my friend's dad, okay?

It's nothing. You've got to believe me.

We do believe you.

That's why you're coming on this job.

On a job?

Why? I wouldn't know what to do.

All I've been doing is pulling addresses
from cars, like you asked me.

Congratulations.

You've just been promoted.

Son, I need to know
when exactly Marcus left here.

I told you. I don't know.

What are you doing here?

Cruz and Bailey followed your lead
on the valet stands.

Turns out they're all owned
by one individual.

Marshawn Wiley.

- The coach?
- Yeah. I already put a BOLO out on him.

This kid's too scared to talk.

RJ's friend Marcus works this stand.

He might be caught up in this.

I keep calling his phone, but nothing.

Or maybe he already told you that

when you guys took
your little ride together.

Roger, honestly.

- I already said I was sorry...
- "Sorry"?

I didn't hear "sorry."

Maybe because you were just too busy
punching me in the jaw.

- You hear that?
- Yeah.

They got Marcus.

All right, so we know you've been
feeding addresses to your boss.

Now, the first one of you
who tells us where Wiley is right now

gets a free pass.

Nothing.

All right. Take them in.

Hold up just a second.
You know, it's Friday.

So that means your pals,

you guys are gonna be in county
the whole weekend.

Fresh meat, baby face,
they're gonna like you.

- Big chest.
- You do have a big chest.

- You do work out a lot. They love that.
- Yeah.

You need to make sure
you choose your partner, though.

- Right.
- Don't let them choose you.

- That's when it gets scary...
- All right. All right.

A couple pulled up in a nice ride.

I heard them say they were celebrating,

so I gave their address to Mr. Wiley
when he took Marcus.

Here.

They're taking him on a job.

Let's go.

Let's go, man. Come on. Let's go.

Do exactly as I tell you,
and there won't be any trouble.

Come on. Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

Shh!

Definitely a good idea to Uber home.

I think I had three too many.

Send backup to 622 Nicada Drive.

- Suspects armed and dangerous.

Kill them? Why? No reason.

Now there is.

If they live, they can ID us,
send you away for life.

So it's either you or them.

Or you

and them.

Your choice.

Marcus, come back here.

A .380?

- You the one who killed Haley?
- Who?

Put that gun down, Marcus!

Look, I didn't want
any of this, all right?

- They made me do it!
- I believe you. I do.

You think I'm stupid?

The second I put this gun down,

the only thing
that comes next for me is jail.

I'm not going to jail.

I've known you since, what, first grade?

Now, you can trust me, Marcus.

And I can trust you. I know I can.

There's a way out of this.

You make a deal. I vouch for you.

And you can still have a life, son.

Just put that weapon down.

Just put that weapon down, son.

Rog!

Argh!

Get your ass down!

I was dropping the gun.
You saw me.

I saw, Marcus. I saw.

It's okay.

He wanted to see his friend.

He lost a lot of blood,
but he's stable now.

Doctor said he'll pull through fine.

Dad...

Look, I know I messed up,

but I want you and Mom to know
that's not the man I'm trying to be.

One inch to the left,
and he would've been dead.

I can't stop thinking that
that very easily could've been RJ.

I'm always on him
about the old neighborhood.

It's because of me he was with Marcus.

Bad things happen in every neighborhood.

We've got good kids.

They've got good parents.

So congratulations on taking down
the home invasion crew,

solving a murder, and stopping
what could have been two more.

You know, as much as I enjoy you both
sitting there with your mouths shut,

you two need to bury the hatchet
and, I can't believe I'm saying this,

get back to being
your usual pain-in-the-ass selves.

Riggs, apologize to Murtaugh
for not telling him about RJ calling you.

- Already did.
- Barely.

Murtaugh, tell Riggs
you're sorry for clocking him.

You know what, then?

New assignment.

You're gonna hate it.

Who wants to start?

Okay, I'll start.

You're both not the easiest
of individuals to...

Both? What?

- I never said that I was easy. Not...
- He's crazier than a sack of cats.

Did you say I was crazier
than a sack of cats?

Funky, feral, and confused. That's you.

I think what Roger is trying to say

is that your behavior since you two
started working together has been erratic

and impulsive.

- Yes.
- How about this?

He punched me in the face
and cracked two teeth.

How's that for erratic and impulsive?

And what Martin is trying to say
is that he was genuinely

hurt by you.

I really cracked two teeth?

Guess I don't know my own strength.

- These here are some lethal...
- I should have called you

right after RJ called me.
All right? So I'm sorry.

I am.

I know you're the only guy around here
who has my back, and I appreciate that.

And I appreciate that.

And you.

Sometimes. Occasionally.

That's a great first step.

Martin, is there something you could do
to help nurture this relationship?

This is not easy for one man
to say to another,

but your head is wonderfully round.

Bald is beautiful.

Sometimes, at sunset,

or when it's slightly dark out,

your mustache almost looks not ridiculous.

- Thank you.
- Sometimes.

Okay. Out. Both of you. Now.

All right. See you later.

Hook him up, Art.

I can work magic, but not miracles.

What kind of look was you going for?

Mid-'SOS Selleck.

I was thinking of mid-'70s porn.

Or we can just skip the cut entirely.

Look, I came down here
in search of a decent meal.

This guy wants me to eat tofu burgers
and quinoa salads all day long.

All right.

Well, now, you know,
you can take the boy out of Sherman Oaks,

but you can't take Sherman Oaks
out of the boy.

Hey, look, I had a heart attack, people.
Just cut his damn hair.

And give him my discount.

You want me to overcharge him?

Come on, Art. Don't embarrass me, man.

He's like family.

Hey, did Rog tell you guys
he's on a juice cleanse?

- What?
- I mean, look, you can't be in a vehicle

longer than five minutes with the fellow,
but look at him.

Looks good, doesn't he?
Got a glow to his skin.

Hey, did he tell you about the situation
he had up in his...

We do not talk about the situation
with civilians, all right?

English - SDH