Lethal Weapon (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Spilt Milk - full transcript

All right, let's see
what we've got here.

Purple Heart, Bronze Star,
three tours of duty.

Never thought I'd be looking
at the résumé of a Navy SEAL

for a security guard position.

Do you have anything to drink?

Sure. A bottle of water, coffee?

Milk, please?

Milk?

Yeah.

I think we have some half-and-half.

That's fine.



You know, looking at this résumé,

I think you're over-qualified
for a security guard position.

No.

I'm exactly qualified
for a security guard position.

Well, we've already got
a full-time guard, Wayne.

Don't really think
we need more protection.

You have Wayne,
so everything's protected here.

All right, buddy.

Wonder how Wayne would react

if something like this were to happen.

And I'm betting you're kicking yourself

for not having that extra security.

I mean, you've got
a lot of really nice stuff here.

Someone could just reach in and take it.



Please, just take
whatever you want and leave.

- Keys.
- God, to the vault?

It's a combination.

No, to your car.

Thank you.

Needed that.

This next point is for the title,

for the respect,

for the bragging rights...

All right, save your breath, Dad.
I got it.

Aah!

Ha!

Come on, come on.
Show me what I taught you.

All right, all right!

How'd you miss that?

You ready?

You heard that net?

Good game, Dad.

Yeah! It's a good game!

Now, stop dancing.

Stop dancing. Stop. My God.

Please stop.

That's the spoils of the victory.

I got lucky on your miss.

Good.

In fact,
I got a little too lucky.

Yup.

- Did you let me win?
- What?

No, I just missed.

Yeah, right.
A blind man could've made that shot,

with no arms and not facing the basket.

Okay, you were sweating
all over the place,

and I thought
you were having another heart attack,

- and I...
- My heart is fine.

No, no, it's broken.

You know why? Because you threw the game.

- I'm sorry.
- No, you're going to be sorry

on this rematch on this very same court.
Come on.

Roger. You need to get to work!

It's all right.
Criminals don't wake up this early.

Come on, for real this time.

No, no, no, she needs to come.
She has school. Come on.

She has school.

- Man!
- Let's go.

And it looks like you need a shower.

This is the look of a champion, baby.

Well, go catch some bad guys, champ.

Honey, I'm working late tonight,
breaking in a new assistant.

So you're on kid detail, okay?

I'm on it. You don't work too hard.

Ha!

You see that? It almost went in!

Where's Riggs?
Does he ever show up for meetings on time?

- Roger, where is he?
- What are you asking me for?

I don't know where that man is.
I don't know how old he is.

I don't know why he tucks one pant leg
into the boot and not the other.

He doesn't tell me anything.

Do you think it's any different with me?

Moving on.
I wanted to show all three of you this,

but the two of you will have to do.

A veteran robbed a jewelry store
in Brentwood this morning

after an interview went south.

The name's Chad Jackson.
Left his résumé behind.

Navy SEAL, sniper.

I'm guessing he didn't get the job.

Hair trigger reactions,
oblivious to social norms.

Needed that.

Playful in his display
of violent and aggressive behavior.

Remind you of anyone?

Inappropriate response
to otherwise dangerous circumstances,

unafraid of consequences.

All that's missing
is the mustache.

The police reports say that,
when Mr. Jackson left the store,

he gave a $1,000 necklace
to a homeless man down the block.

The Robin Hood of Brentwood.

Yeah, but Robin Hood
also put a man in the hospital,

stole a car and did
thousands more in property damage.

Did he leave an address on his resume?

He did, but it's a PO box.

When veterans return stateside,

they typically have
psychiatrists assigned to them

by the local veteran's hospital.

I'll check the VA hospital.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Morning hoops.
Running that full court game

takes a little out of you.

Find Riggs
and then find Jackson.

We can't have a lunatic ex-SEAL
running around the city wreaking havoc.

You mean, two of them.

Getting guys like Jackson to open up
is like pulling teeth.

So you're more of a dentist
than a psychiatrist.

My wife loves these jokes.

Um, from your experience,

what is the best way to earn the trust
of someone like...

Like that?

Vets need a lot of time and space.
Patience is the key.

So, what kind of treatment
was Mr. Jackson getting here?

He was part of a group therapy
of other vets suffering PTSD.

Any medications?

Just antidepressants.

Antidepressants and group therapy.

Wow. You guys are pulling out
all the stops, aren't you?

We do our best
to help veterans readjust back home.

Unfortunately, some of them come back
extremely damaged.

They don't want therapy.

They just want to numb the pain.

In your sessions,
did Jackson ever say anything

that may explain what happened?

Not really.

Jackson was a good guy.

He got along with the others, funny,

but with anyone
who's been through what Jackson has,

there's always the worry
that he might break.

"Break"?

You mind unpacking that psychiatric term
for us there, Doc?

"DR. COX". Jackson's trained with the best.

He's seen things
that most people can't even imagine.

If he's out there without any counseling,
without any help whatsoever,

that could be a very dangerous scenario.

Okay, hey, listen, I need your help.

I really need to know
what this little guy is.

Sorry, I can't determine the medication
based on a bottle with no label.

Maybe you can call your doctor...

I did. He's not calling back.
Will you just look again, please?

I don't know.

What are you saying?
You've never seen this pill before?

You've handled thousands of pills

in however many years you've worked here,
and you know in two seconds

that you've never seen this before?

- You need to calm down.
- Look closer!

I think we need security.

No, it's all right.
This'll just take a second.

"GUARD". Hey, stop!

Don't move another inch.

I just moved, like, four inches
and you didn't do anything.

Something tells me you're not going to.

How are you, sir?

Hey, did you talk to anyone
when you got back?

Didn't need to.

I guess you was one of the lucky ones.

Something like that.

You know,
I was going through Jackson's file,

and I saw that he served overseas
for eight years.

- How long were you there?
- It's not really a competition, Rog.

So he served more time than you.

Look, I couldn't tell if Dr. Cox was
talking about Jackson or you back there.

Is there anything else you can tell me

about this Navy SEAL
we're trying to arrest?

Rog, what do you want me to say?

That he snapped?
I mean, it certainly sounds like it.

Is that what this is?
You afraid I'm going to do the same thing?

Listen, I'm just saying

you would have more insight on this
than I would.

Hey. Bailey, what's up? What you got?

There's a 211 on Cahuenga and Magnolia.

Suspect matches Jackson's description.
We're on our way now.

They found him. Is he still there?

First responder said the car he stole
is still in the parking lot.

No one goes in till we get there.

- What have we got?
- That's the suspect's stolen vehicle.

He's still inside.

He assaulted a guard, and he took his gun.

- Any hostages?
- It's hard to tell.

He killed the lights in there.

How do you wanna handle this, Riggs?

Let me go in alone.
Everyone else stays out here.

Hey, hey, I got your back on this.

Rog, this guy's a trained killer.

If he for one second feels threatened,

he's gonna kill us both.

You talk to him, but I'm going in.
I'll just hang back.

Riggs, take my vest.

If he's gonna kill me, a headshot will do.

Watch the front.

Cruz, we're supposed to stay out here.

He said watch the front.

I'm gonna go in,
and I'm gonna watch the front.

Psst!

Stay back.

Hey, bud.

You might be better off
just stealing you a whole cow.

Fallujah or Kandahar?

Both.

You serve?

Only easy day was yesterday.

Hooyah.

Hooyah.

Look at us,

two SEALs, two sides of the same coin.

I'm going to have to take
that weapon from you, though.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

Got a lot of folks outside
that are on my side.

"CHAD". Doesn't sound like a fair fight.

For which one of us?

I'll tell you what.

I'll turn myself in.
I'll even let you get the collar.

But I've got to finish my mission first.

What's the mission?

Idiot!

Put that weapon down!

- He's headed out back!
- All right!

Whoa!

Did he just.

HOW the hell did he do that?

He's crazier than I am.

Heard about Jackson's leap
off of the building.

I'm surprised you didn'tjump after him.

Me, too. I'm not sure what held me back.

Maybe you're starting
to like it around here.

Nice weather, good partner,

cases worth burning the midnight oil for,

can all grow on you.

I'll have a drink.

I'm off the clock.

You know, when I was in SEAL training,
we did these, HALO jumps,

"High Altitude Low Opening."

You don't pull the ripcord
till you're a couple of hundred feet

from the impact zone. Terrifying.

Well, at least I was terrified.

Then you do it 100 times,
just another day at the ranch.

But still, in the back of your mind,
there's this thing that's telling you,

you know, "This is crazy."

With Jackson,
it's like he lost that, you know?

No hesitation, no fear whatsoever.

Did you just admit that you know
when you're doing something crazy?

It's what makes it fun.

Hey, Blacula, catch you
napping on the job?

Just keeping it clean for you.

Had our friends at regional run the pill
through their mass spectrometer

- to separate the...
- Yeah, they did the science

and they found what?

The chemical compound
is similar to an SSRI.

Selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors.

Like an antidepressant
prescribed for PTSD.

- You said "similar."
- There were no matches

to this specific combination
of ingredients currently on the market.

Must've been something
he got off the streets.

So why would Jackson look for this
in a pharmacy?

I'm assuming that was rhetorical
'cause I'm not the detective.

Right.

So Jackson's not the only one
that had this issue.

Here's a vet from Jackson's therapy group.

Drove a car at 180 into a retaining wall.

Dead on impact.

This one died cliff-diving
in Laguna Beach.

And another one in a motorcycle accident.

I was going through Jackson's case file.

A bunch of his SEAL team
didn't make it back.

And then all these guys
at the VA hospital died, too.

I mean, like, it's hard enough to watch
your brothers die overseas, but...

You know, to find yourself
all alone back home...

This risk-override thing,
could that be caused by a drug?

What did his doctor at the hospital
say he was on?

Antidepressants.

No, that's not likely.

Jackson could've been
part of a clinical trial.

Before a pharmaceutical company
can put a new drug on the market,

they have trials
before the FDA gives approval.

They usually test on volunteers.

Or use vets as guinea pigs.

If you wanna find out
who's running the trial,

there's usually a paper trail,
but it's proprietary information.

You're gonna need
a good lawyer to access it.

I might know someone.

- Clear.
- Yeah.

So, I think if we do that,
that'll be great.

DESMONDI Yeah.

I think it's more...

Excuse me, sir. Can I help you?

Roger, what are you doing here?

What, can't a man drop by
to see his wife at work, late,

with another man?

(Bab)',

this is my new assistant, Desmond.

Desmond, this is my husband.

Of 20 years.

We have three kids together. I'm a cop.

Homicide. I see a lot of dead bodies.

Cool.

Nice to meet you, man.

Could you, give us a sec, please?

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Thank you.

I could've brought this home to you.
You know that.

You didn't give me much time to track down
the pharmaceutical company, but...

Who is that guy?

That is my new assistant.

Denzel is the new assistant
you were "breaking in"?

- Desmond.
- No. No, no.

I'm not going to stand for this, Trish.
This ain't going down.

- Not on my watch.
- Okay, stop. Roger, listen.

Do you want to talk
about the medical patent

that I had to pull a dozen strings...

- No, I want to talk about Denzel.
- Shh.

What is the... Look at this.

I'm barely in the frame.

Denzel can't see me from out there.

In fact, if you're sitting at your desk,
you can't see me.

- He's got to go, Trish.
- No.

I want him fired tonight.

I have that patent
filed by Gaius Pharmaceuticals.

Yeah, here, give me that.

Okay, maybe it's time you left?

I'll see you later tonight, baby.

I'm the baby she's talking about.
Remember that.

Homicide.

LAPD, here to see Patricia Swinton.

Tell your wife I owe her one.

No, you don't owe her one. You owe me one.

I'm the one that broke the golden rule
by asking for a professional favor.

I haven't had to do that in years.
But I felt we needed it on this.

So why is this case any different?

See, there you go again.

I try to do something nice,
and you just throw it back in my face.

I just know why you'd value
one case over another

- and then put it off on me.
- Why don't you just receive it

- as it's being given...
- What is it that I'm receiving?

Detectives.

Should we step into my office,
or do you two need a minute?

Look at that, views of the whole city

and a company pool.
You must do well to afford all that.

We do well.

We understand that Mr. Jackson
was a part of a clinical trial here.

He was, but I need to be upfront.

I can't discuss any intellectual property
currently under development.

"Intellectual property"?
That's the drug Jackson was on?

I wish I could be more helpful.

I'm sure it's just eating you up.

"MURTAUGH". Hypothetically,

what are some of the side effects
of that drug, like drinking milk?

Certain medications can elicit cravings
for opioid peptides.

Milk can sooth the stomach.

It's really a case-by-case basis.

Does the label say,
"Side effects may include,"

I don't know, "jumping off of buildings,"
or "robbing jewelry stores"?

If you're implying
that his criminal behavior

is a result of the medication,
you're reaching, Detective.

Am I'.>

It's a sad truth,

but most of the patients who take part
in these trials are broken,

long before they take the medication.

They're beyond our scope.

Ms. Swinton,
could you provide us with a list

of the other patients
involved in this trial?

We'd like to talk to them.

Please, Chad Jackson is still out there.

We're just trying to help him.

Dr. Logan Cox provided us the subjects
for our testing.

Dr. Cox from the VA hospital?

Yes, he administered the medication
to the patients in his group therapy.

Dr. Cox said he only prescribed
antidepressants to Jackson.

He failed to mention the trials.

Lied to our faces.

Yeah, well, I grabbed one of the doctor's
business cards for you.

I saw how you guys got along.

Figured he'd be someone
you can open up to.

- Hello?
- Yes, Detective Murtaugh, LAPD.

Is Dr. Cox available?

He can't come to the phone.
He's a little dead right now.

Dr. Cox was shot in the back
of his head at close range

while walking to his car.

9mm shell casing
was recovered at the scene,

consistent with the injury.

- Fingerprints?
- Yep.

Found a bunch of prints at the scene.
All matched Chad Jackson.

Thank you, Scorsese.
I think I've heard everything I need to.

Anyone else having
a hard time buying that a sniper

shot him at close range
and in the back of the head?

Come on, Jackson would've
looked him in the eye

and shot him in the face like a gentleman.

Do we need Scorsese
to repeat the evidence?

- His prints were found at the scene.

Jackson is still out there.
He's unhinged and dangerous.

- We need to go public on this now.
- I wouldn't do that.

I know you wouldn't do that.

You wouldn't also bother to change
your shirt every, I don't know, week,

but neither of these things
are decisions you're making.

Most of the vets
in Jackson's group therapy are dead.

All right?
Now, that's either a big coincidence,

or this thing's bigger than it seems.

We need more to go on than that, Riggs.

I didn't want this to escalate to murder,
but it has.

And it's our responsibility
to ensure the safety of the public,

so it doesn't get worse.

You think smoking him out
with a press release is gonna do that?

Silent partner, what do you think?

I think you're too close to this.

We need to find Jackson.

If he's innocent, then he can prove that
when he's in custody.

Thank you.

Thanks, partner.

Good morning.

Last night, Dr. Logan Cox was murdered,
leaving work at the veteran's hospital.

And, although this
is an ongoing investigation,

the suspect in this case, Chad Jackson,
remains at large.

The Los Angeles Police Department
would like to ask the community

for any information that might be helpful
in Mr. Jackson's apprehension.

Yes, ma'am, every detail helps.

I agree. He is attractive.

So you've seen the suspect on
the sidelines at the Rams game?

Mr. Jackson
is a white male, early 30s, strong build.

Littering in the park.
Milk cartons, was it?

- Yes, sir, I'll be sure to add that...
- Give me that.

Where exactly did you find this man
littering milk cartons?

Get me Riggs.

Maybe you're just at one with nature

or being your usual brooding self,

but you haven't said a word to me
since we left the car.

I'm being stealthy, Rog.
Why don't you give it a shot?

Hey, look, I'm sorry
I took Avery's side back there,

but it doesn't change
the fact that I'm out here

sweating bullets with you.

You are sweating a lot.
Why don't you hang back? Take a break.

No, no. I'm fine.

Just tell me if you see a water fountain
or a misting tent or something?

This way.

Navy SEALs instinct kicking in?

Well, my granddaddy taught me
how to hunt.

When I was a kid,
I tracked deer, elk, possum.

Possum?

Marinated in some teriyaki
with some rice and beans on the side.

That's so country.

Teriyaki possum with raccoon pie.

Hunter instincts?

No.

I think we just walked
into Jackson's kill zone.

- His kill Zone?
- Shh.

We're probably in his crosshairs
right now.

Okay.

I know you're Mr. Crazy under fire, but
I need a little heads-up on kill zones.

Is there a DMZ around here somewhere?

Hey, hey, hey. Stand down. I'm serious.

If Jackson thinks we're here
to arrest him, he will kill us.

We are here to arrest him.

All right, well,
let that be our little secret.

Go that way. Trust me.

Hey, Jackson!
Sorry to barge in unannounced.

Look, I'm not here to arrest you.
I just want to talk.

Man, I used to hate sniper overwatch.

I mean, at first, it's all right,
you know.

You're out in the woods. It's quiet.

Just you and your spotter.

Then you realize you can't move,
can't take a leak, can't talk.

Just sitting there, waiting.

Staring through the optics.

Then the silence becomes deafening.

Nothing to say, no one to say it to.

Here I am,
just listening to the trees again.

I didn't kill Dr. COX.

A lot of people think you did.

You having trouble
making up your own mind?

Yeah, well, you had your motivation.

Dr. Cox poisoned you,
trying to feed you those pills every day.

And your fingerprints
were at the scene, so...

Yeah, I was there.

I tried to get him to admit
what he'd done.

But he was alive when I left.

Somebody else silenced him
before the truth could come out.

Now it's up to me to find out
who's behind it all and stop them.

Stop who?

You know, I'll tell you,
you look pretty damn calm

for a man with a rifle pointed at him.

It's not my first time.

Hey, Jackson, why don't you let me
take you in?

No.

I told you, not until I finish my mission.

Right, right, your mission.
You did mention that.

How about we finish the mission together?

It's all right.
I don't need a spotter on this one.

Your partner on the other hand,
you got his six?

Riggs?

Riggs!

Rog!

What is this?

Okay, don't move. Don't move. Don't move.

You stepped into a tripwire
connected to an IED.

- Call bomb squad.
- No, there's no time for that.

No time?
No. No, I can't die like this!

Okay. There might be another way out.

"Might be"?
Look, tell my family I love them.

And... Hey, I need you tell Trish
something for me, okay?

Tell her my dying words.
She cannot remarry.

She has to die alone,
and tell her that she has to fire Desmond.

Wait. Don't tell her now.
Wait till I'm dead!

Where are you going?

What are you doing?
What are you... What are you...

No!

Who's Desmond?

I didn't hear you come in last night.

You all right?

Almost died yesterday.

Died? What?

I mean, I'm fine.
I didn't, but, it's just...

I made a mistake.

I wasn't as focused
as I usually am out there.

"- Baby _"

Have I lost a step?

What are you talking about, Roger?

Our daughter,
she let me win that game yesterday.

She pitied me.

And then the other day with Denzel...

- Desmond.
- Yeah, right.

You know, couple of years ago,
I would've rolled with it, you know,

made fun of him just to let him know
who's the boss,

but he really got me off my game.

- You know, all young and...
- And stupid.

- Yeah, right.

Do you realize
how many mistakes he made before lunch?

Experience trumps youth,

every day of the week.

Tell that to my knees.

Trish.

Ever since the heart attack,

I just haven't felt
like I can bounce back.

The other day, I'm chasing after a guy.
He jumps off a building.

How am I supposed to keep up
with guys thatjump off buildings?

Listen to me.
Wise men don'tjump off buildings.

And, baby,

you're a very wise man.

The entire bomb squad is searching
Griffith Park for more booby traps.

They had to close the park.

The last time that happened
was 50 years ago

when the animals escaped the LA Zoo.

Well, hope they found them all.

I mean, the bombs,
not the koalas and orangutans.

This is not funny, Riggs.

You should've called for backup
the second you knew Jackson was there.

And how do you think he would've responded

with an army of police coming at him?

And how's
your one-on-one approach working?

'Cause he's gotten away twice.

This last time, you almost
got Murtaugh killed in the process.

You don't think branding him a murderer
had anything to do with that?

On TV? All right,

he is scared
because everyone believes he's guilty.

Yes, everyone but you.

You're too close to this, Riggs.

Murtaugh was right,

and this devil-may-care attitude
is gonna get him killed.

You're off the case.

So who are we going to talk to?

Rodrigo Salazar.
He's an explosives expert.

I think he could help us.

How do you know him?

Don't worry about it.

Just follow me.

Mind waiting outside?

I like the change of scenery,

but there's no chance
I'm gonna help you cops.

Don't think helping us out.
We'll help you out.

Maybe knock a few years off.

I think this might interest you.

A bomb went off in Griffith Park.

Almost killed two cops.

M18 Claymore mine, rigged to C-4.

That's the stuff.

Any idea
where he'd get something like that from?

Not easy.

But that's the least
of your problems right now.

Your bomber's making
something other than booby traps.

This right here,
these are pieces of electrical wires.

Kind you use to daisy chain C-4 together.

Why would you do that?

Listen, a block of C-4 has enough boom.

You wire a whole bunch together,
rigged to blow up in all directions,

that's enough to level a building, homey.

"CRUZ". Hey, yo, Riggs-

Got something for you.

I'm good, Cruz.
I got all I need right here, buddy.

It's about the explosive Jackson used.

Didn't you hear? I'm off the case.

Well, I just figured you'd want to know.

He managed to get enough C-4
to level a building.

Anyone else know about this?

Came to you first.

Any idea what he's gonna do with it?

I sure hope not.

Why do you think
Jackson's coming after Gaius?

He holds them all responsible
for poisoning the vets.

When we were in the park,
he said he had to finish his mission.

- I think this is it.
- "Mission"?

What mission?

We're too late.

Too late for what? For what, Riggs?

Jackson's gonna blow up the building.

This building?
The building we are currently in?

And you're just getting around
to telling me this?

You might wanna think of your last words
to Trish, and make them good.

You don't want her, you know,

crying in Desmond's arms
after you're gone.

- Don't bring up Desmond.
- You brought up Desmond the other day.

Take it easy!

Take it easy. You're gonna be fine.

There's plenty of time!
You don't have to run.

Look on the bright side.
We're still alive,

which means
Jackson's not completely crazy.

Trying to blow up the building,
and that's normal to you?

By any chance,
did you two exchange numbers?

We're taking it slow, Rog,
you know, one step at a time.

Yeah.

Okay. Help me up.
We're gonna have to climb up.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Got it! I got it!

- Okay. Okay-
- Okay.

We have to call for backup.

My bad, sir.

Look, I just got a call from Riggs,

- and I don't know if he's kidding, but...
- What is it?

He's asking for backup.

Send everyone.
SWAT, hostage negotiators, everyone!

LAPD! Put that weapon down!

- Put it away!
- Detectives, what's going on?

We need to get you guys
out of the building. Let's go.

Sorry. I can't let that happen.

- Look, Jackson, this is not the way.
- No, it's the only way.

They poisoned my brothers!

They poisoned my brothers.

I'll make sure it never happens again.

Detectives, please do something.
He's going to kill us.

Stop talking.

I'm not leaving.

So you want to take them out,

you're gonna have my blood
on your hands, too.

Mine, too.

You tried to kill me twice, so I'm sure
it doesn't have the same impact,

but we're in this together.

You won.

All right? You proved your point.

And you promised me I could take you in
after your mission was done.

Let me do my part.
Let me prove what they did.

Come on, man.
Too many good men have already died.

You all right?

Yeah, I'll live.

We've got a little problem.

A round hit the detonator.

That's a large problem.

- We've got to get rid of this thing.
- What are you gonna do with it?

I don't know. Throw it outside?

Back off! Get away from the building!
Get away from the building!

Go that side! Move off the building!

- Everybody, move!
- Get away from the building!

"CRUZ". Everybody, move!

Damn it. Too many civilians.

"Wise men
don'tjump off buildings."

Let's see how good a shot you really are.
Come on, Riggs.

Rog?

How's that for crazy?

I've done worse.

Whoo! Nice.

Hold up. So you crashed
out a window, shot a bomb mid-air,

- and then fell into a swimming pool?
- No,

- Riggs shot the bomb.
- I believe that part.

Nice.

Hey, don't worry, Dad.

You're a winner for even showing up
to take this beat-down.

- Right?
- Right, Mom?

Careful, honey.

Last time I poked the tiger,

I was up until 4:00 in the morning
playing dominoes

'cause that's how long
it took him to beat me.

You got lucky that night.

We'll see who gets lucky.

It's like that?

Let's see if you can
make this one.

- Playing innuendo? Watch this one.
- Okay.

- Concentrate. Concentrate. Make the shot.
- My goodness.

Best two out of three. Come on.

Let's see if you make this one.

Why don't you get off your ass
and quit sandbagging, bud?

Good news.
They're dropping the murder charges.

They tied the gun to Swint0n's bodyguard.

I've still got some other charges
I'm looking at, to deal with.

Hey, you've been through worse.

- Hey, man, I just want to say...
- No, don't. All right?

All right. You ain't got to, man.

Do me a favor, though.

Trust her like you trusted me. Yeah?

Did she help you out, too?

Let's just say
she understands complicated.

Hooyah.

Hooyah.

I heard you didn't stop yourself
from jumping off a building this time.

You might want
to talk to Murtaugh about that.

I was just backing up my partner.

So, your boy, Salazar,

how'd you know him?

You put him in jail?

No.

I knew him before.

We used to, um...

We grew up in the same neighborhood.

Has anyone seen or heard from Riggs?
Why does he even have a telephone?

Do you want me to track him down?

You try to apologize to a guy,
and he's not even around to hear it.

You've got to get me while I'm
in the mood, or I lose the feeling.

And where the hell is Murtaugh?

You've seen enough action for today?

The day's not over yet.

Nah.

Is that why
you became a cop after the military?

To chase the action?

It's different over there, man.

Constant intensity.

Firefights, roadside bombs.

It's all the time, man.

You come back here,

and everything that was familiar
is now foreign.

People you've known your whole life
are strangers, you know.

Feels like you turned upside down.

So what got you through it?

Miranda.

I was lost until I found her.

You know, she saved my life.

Guess that's the difference
between Jackson and I.

I had a guardian angel
looking over my shoulder.

- Come on, sit down.
- No.

The view's better
when you can't see the drop.

Hey, you know, you can talk to me.

Thanks.

I mean, like right now.

You can talk, and I'm listening.

I think we should build a bar up here.

Charge admission, you know,
put a little extra money in our pocket.

Okay. You know what? Fine.

I'm taking your beer, and I'm going home.

Rog! You know, hurt feelings
is the first sign of love.

You know, I liked you better
when you weren't talking.

Let's just sit here
and drink in silence like normal people.

Hey, R09-

MURTAUGHI Yeah?

I kind of feel like
talking some more.

Don't you dare ruin this moment.

English - SDH