Lethal Weapon (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Ties That Bind - full transcript

In touch with the ground

I'm on the hunt I'm after you

- Guys.
- Smell like I sound

- Guys!
- Lost in a crowd...

Guys, guys, guys!

Hello, neighbor.

Hello. Look,

I'm not one to, you know,
put the brakes on a party,

but, well, it's early and,
you guys can't play or sing, so...

Too early? No way, man.

It is never too early to rock.



Super-fun!

This is my wolves.

Amazing. Well, as you can tell,
this part of the beach is taken.

So maybe we could, you know,
rock up the coast.

This is a public beach lot, no?

- So where are you guys from?
- We're from Amsterdam.

Here to R-O-C-K in the USA.

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do, do

In touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt...

Welcome to Los Angeles, boys.

Prepare to be amazed.

What? Do we not look prepared?

Why did we need a new TV anyway?



TV? No. TV is what we used to have.

This is a state-of-the-art,
fully integrated entertainment network.

It's adorable how you think
you're gonna remember

how all this works tomorrow.

Okay, Mr. Murtaugh, from this
you can control the entire system.

And while I had access,

I updated the OS on your wireless devices
and networked your photo libraries.

Awesome, so I just press that.

Hey! Look, honey! The Murtaughs.

We look like we should have
our own reality show.

Look how photogenic this family is.

- Wow. Very.
- Look at that smile.

My goodness.

Very photogenic.

'Dad!
'R°9er!

Hey, hey, hey, hey! What did you do?

Fix that. What happened?

'Dad!

- It's bigger. Come on.
- Close your eyes.

What'd you do?
You know what? Get out of my house.

Stumble your ass out.

- What are you...
- It's a picture, I just...

A picture?

I just wanted to, you know,
see how I looked.

Then Why'd you text it?

- Give me that.
- Riana, you texted it?

You text that to someone?

I want a name and a number now.

- What? No way.
- Riana. Riana!

No, no, Roger, calm down.

Are you okay with this?

No, but I don't want her to be
ashamed of her body, either.

Why not? I'm comfortable with that.

Which is why I will be
the one to talk to her.

After she calms down.

- You think this is funny?
- No, I don't,

which is why I memorized the number
where she sent that photo to.

- Strong.
- Kids, right?

"MURTAUGH". How old is she?

Nineteen.
Nina Clausen, found half naked and dead

on the hood of a Ferrari, wrecked on
a residential street in Beverly Hills.

Driver was MIA.

From the cuts on her feet,
I'd say she covered a good distance.

She was running from somebody, wasn't she?

What is it? That's not asphalt.
What is that on her feet?

- Don't know yet. Sent it to the lab.
- Where is she from?

Did she go to school?

As far as I can tell,
she moved from North Carolina to LA

about six months ago.
Had some modeling and acting credits.

That's the same girl?
She looks closer to 17.

Who's the vehicle registered to?

No registered owner or plate.
Just a license frame from a place

called Prime Exotics.

Hey, Bailey.

I'm gonna send you a phone number.

I need you to get me whatever you can
on whoever it is.

It's not about the case. It's personal.

Yeah.

City of dreams?

Man, how small does your penis need to be

to buy one of these cars?

Gentlemen, welcome to Prime Exotics,
where car dreams become reality.

I own one of these bad boys myself.

Wonderful.
My partner has a question for you.

Yeah, ask me anything.
Joseph O'Brien, head of sales.

Are these cars absolutely perfect
for Los Angeles or what?

Yeah, listen, I'm LAPD.

I need some information
on one of your customers.

Someone who bought a red F355.

A little help here?

Fancy. How much for this one right here?

That's, $210,000.

Make it $205,000,
and I'll take it off your hands today.

Wait a minute. No cup holder.

Red F355, who bought it?

Look, I'd love to help you guys out here,
but our customers, they value discretion.

This is a murder investigation,

so I suggest you tell me
what I need to know,

so you can get back
to your little tanning bed.

Joseph, do not listen to him.

You are bronzed, beautiful,
and powerful.

Hey, Joey, let's go for a test ride.

I wouldn't do that if I was you.

Come on, Joey, be somebody.
Sell a car today, my man.

What are you doing? Slow down!

I'm sorry. I'm in a mood.

Had a rough morning. Got new neighbors,
Dutch accents. But then there's you, Joe.

You know, and I just don't feel like
you're meeting me halfway on things.

I'm mean, look, sales is a two-way street,
am I right?

Just let me out, please.

Hop out anytime.

Or you could tell me
who purchased that F355.

Red light. Red light!

Okay! Okay! It was Dylan Ashworth.

There it is.

He's insane.

So I got the name.

Dylan Ashworth.

So did I, from Rick here.
And all I had to do was ask.

Well, thank you, Rick, for everything.

You know, I love this town.

Sometimes.

Are you two aware that Dylan Ashworth
is Henry Ashworth's son?

And Sheldon
and Dorothy Ashworth's grandson.

Yeah, we get it.

I have no idea who these people are.

Have you ever driven on Ashworth Boulevard
or been to Ashworth Pavilion?

You know, I don't frequent pavilions,
not as much as I should,

and I know that I'm missing out, but...

You ever heard of Ashworth, California?

What, have they got their own city?

It's where the family struck gold,
literally, back in 1849.

They've been
California royalty ever since.

That doesn't make them above the law.

No, but they do keep
an entire law firm on retainer.

Well, good. If this Dylan kid murdered
our girl, then he's gonna need it.

Let's go have a chat with him.

Agreed, but just talk to him.

The Ashworths are formidable.

Keep it completely professional,
respectful even.

Why are you just looking at me?

Because you're the only one
that I am talking to.

Cover it up, ladies.

Hi there, cutie. I love your mustache.

Thank you very much.

Be careful though. A couple of drinks,
and it gets kind of crazy.

That's my kind of mustache.

Can I get it or you a drink
or anything else?

"Anything"? Doesn't really
narrow it down now, does it?

That's the idea at these parties.

Whose idea is that? Dylan?

Well, it's Dylan's place,
but it's Julian's party.

Rachel?

Excuse me.

Mr. Ashworth.

- Who are you?
- Detective Roger Murtaugh, LAPD.

What are you,
part of the security detail for the party?

Talk to Julian. He handles all that.

No, I'm here investigating a homicide.

Young lady named Ms. Nina Clausen.

Does that name ring a bell?

No. Was she hot?

She was found dead on a hood
of a wrecked Ferrari

that you bought about six weeks ago.

Is the car okay?

I think it would be in your best interests

if we went somewhere where we could talk

about this very sensitive matter
in private.

All right, you're under arrest
for possession of narcotics.

- Come on.
- Let me go. Damn it!

- Get your ass...
- Are you kidding me?

Rachel.

Do you have any idea
who you're messing with?

I do.

Detective Riggs, meet Dylan Ashworth.

Now he does, too.

Hey.

MURTAUGH'. You all right?

Yeah, just saw somebody I know.

Doesn't seem like
this is your kind of scene.

No, it was a friend of Miranda's,
her old roommate.

I'll have both your badges.

- Shut up.
- Shut up.

Get out of here.

"RACHEL". Hi, everyone, Rachel.

I hate giving speeches,
but there is one story I'd like to tell.

So, Miranda and I were living together

when she booked a job in Texas.

And I get a phone call from her,

and she says that
she's gonna be staying a little longer,

'cause she met a guy,

and could I send her some clothes?

I said, "Sure. What do you need?"
And she said, "Cowboy boots."

I knew, in that moment,
that I lost her forever.

Um, Martin, I don't know what you did
or how you did it,

but Miranda is happier

than I have ever seen her.

In touch with the ground

I'm on the hunt I'm after you

Smell like I sound

Lost in a crowd

And I'm hungry like the wolf

Hey, Lamzac.

Check it out. No power, no problem.

Do you guys know any, um, Bluto Blutarsky?

Blu...

- Who?
- Are you serious? You guys don't know?

He's amazing, really amazing, yeah.

- May I?
- Yeah, okay.

Play it, man.

Thank you.

Dutch, drunk, and stupid
is no way to get through life, boys.

Enjoy the rest of your day.

You know, you nearly gave your dad
another heart attack yesterday.

- Come on, Mom. It's no big deal.
- Riana.

You don't want pictures like that
floating around the Internet.

It's not like I was naked.

It's not like you were shouting,
"Respect me," either.

Sharing your body, Riana,
even in a picture, is a big deal.

So what, I should just wear
a turtleneck every day?

I'm not talking about your clothes, honey.

I'm talking about your choices.

If you don't respect your body,
boys won't either.

I'm just asking for you to be smart

and think beyond this moment.

I think what we're talking about here
is personal responsibility.

Have you guys talked about the male gaze?

Can you see my gaze?

- Yeah. I see it.
- Keep it moving.

You're telling me
you've never met Nina Clausen before,

that she's never attended
one of your house parties?

No clue.

I meet a lot of people
and have a lot of parties.

She was found dead
on the hood of your car, Dylan.

And like I told you, it was stolen.

- When?
- Not sure. I was busy.

- Doing what with who?
- Whom. There were a few of them.

Don't remember their names.
I need to see pictures of them.

Naked would make it easier.

Don't say anything else, Dylan.

Detective Murtaugh,
I'm the Ashworth family's attorney.

This is over, right now.

As I understand it, Detective, you entered
Dylan's house without a warrant.

- I heard a disturbance...
- Please, Detective.

Excuse my attorney's tone.

From what I understand, there's
enough blame to go around in this matter,

the lion's share of it
falling squarely on my son.

But in light of the circumstances at this
point, we view this as a family matter.

- Captain.
- I appreciate your cooperation, Captain.

And you have my apologies
for the confusion.

- Is someone confused about something here?
- That's enough, Detective.

What the hell were you thinking, Roger?

You may have just jeopardized any case
we try to make against the kid on this.

That punk pulled out a vial of coke
after I told him I was a cop.

That's why you brought him in?
For possession?

You see that girl in the morgue?
That's why I brought him in.

Dylan, all his friends at the party,
they all think that they're untouchable.

And they'll remain that way unless you
and Riggs can find some solid evidence.

- Where is Riggs anwvay?
- He's running down a lead.

- He said he wanted to go it alone.
- God help us.

Martin? Is that you?

- My God, it is you. Hi.
- Hey, Rach, how are you?

Good to see you. How are you?
It's been a while.

Well, since yesterday at the party.

Party? What are you talking about?

Come on, Rash.

Yesterday, Dylan Ashworth's house.

I saw you. You saw me.

- No, I'm sorry. You must have me confused.
- Here's the deal, Rach.

I'm investigating a homicide.

Nineteen-year-old Nina Clausen.
I think Ashworth's involved.

Maybe we should talk inside.

So... So Why'd you run
away from me yesterday?

I don't know.

I just... That party.

Those people. I didn't want you
to think I was a part of that scene.

Why were you there?

I was invited
by the guy who hosted the party.

- Juhan?
- Yeah.

How are you, Martin?

Hanging in there. Good.

I assumed you'd be back in Texas.

No, I couldn't stay there,
so, you know,

came out here.
I got a little place down at the beach.

Down by the cove?

So, look, if I, if I wanted to find
this Julian guy, where would I look?

I heard he hangs out at the Emerald Hotel.

Okay, thanks a lot.

Hey-

We should get together sometime. Catch up.

Sure.

Look, um, stay away from Julian

and Ashworth.

Okay?

So, when you say,
"Connecting people to the truth..."

The truth. The truth of what they want,

what they really want,
what they think they can't have.

The forbidden fruit.
But forbidden by whom?

Pleasure, pain, adrenaline, anything.

You tell me and I will get it for you.

Rest assured,
should any complications arise,

I will make them go away.

Excuse me.

When you're ready.

Man, just hearing that sales pitch
makes me want to take a shower.

Makes me wanna do something.

I think he's connecting
with someone right now.

All right, give me the keys. I'm gonna
follow him. You go with the girl.

Look, if you find anything
to charge him with, call me.

Not a scratch, Riggs.

BARTENDERI Sir.

$14 for a club soda?

You guys smoking crack?

I should have bought the crack.
It's cheaper.

I'm sorry.
Did I do something wrong, Officer?

Detective.

You know, I haven't written a traffic
summons in I don't know how long.

But when I noticed
that you had a broken side mirror,

I just couldn't help myself.

Right? Because broken mirrors
just drive me crazy.

Well, a more accurate assessment would be
"drive me crazier,"

so why don't you get out of the car?

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

There we are. There we are.

RIGGSI.

- What is that?
- That's private.

No, no, no. California statute 1249.

Or better known as the five-second rule.

Once something falls on the ground,
it becomes public knowledge.

What have we got here? Names and addresses
and phone numbers. My.

- Police! Freeze.

Drop it.

You're under arrest for solicitation.

We're not having sex.
This is a flogging session.

- A what?
- One I pay good money for.

He's gonna do my nails afterwards.

And I haven't got all day,
so one of you better pick up that whip.

Pick up the whip.

Hey, Rog.
I'm here with our good buddy, Julian.

He's a real dick,
but he smells incredible.

Yeah, well, cut him loose.
We have nothing.

You know the truth
I wanna be connected with?

Who killed Nina Clausen?

I don't know who that is, Detective.

I'd get that side mirror fixed

because, I promise you,
you do not want me pulling you over again.

Murtaugh. I got that information for you.

The number on your daughter's boyfriend

belongs to a Chauncey Perkins,
surfing instructor,

who goes by the name of C-Dawg.

IIC_DaWgu?

- He's 19.
- He's 19?

And he has three priors for pickpocketing.

He's got a record?

- Is there anything else?
- Yes.

I'm gonna need you
to do your best to just remain calm.

Check out his Facebook page.

- Hey.
- Yeah.

- Are you available?
- For what?

Kill the punk that's dating my daughter!

I'll make time for that.

All right, look, Roger.

I'm not all that comfortable and, frankly,
not suited to be the voice of reason.

- Hold that for me.
- But I would be remiss

if I did not remind you
that former cops...

- "DAWGSTYL".
- do not fare well in prison.

Just so you know.

What's up? You dudes looking to get wet?

No, I'm Riana's dad.

Which Riana? I got a few.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! No, no, no!

Just think about
where you're gonna put the body.

The one on your Facebook page.

Yeah? She is smoking. Nice work, Pops.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

This punk needs to be taught a lesson.

He's got a record, Riggs. Pickpocketing!

Three-time loser, on top of,
"Which Riana?"

- "Which Riana?"
- I... I understand. I understand.

But we don't wanna have a heart attack,
now, do we?

_l__
- Let's breathe. Just remember to breathe.

Riggs, I am prepared

to give my life to take his.

- I'm okay with that, Riggs.
- I understand.

I...

I've got an idea. It's not a great idea.

- But maybe Chauncey here can help us out.
- C-Dawg.

Shut up!

Keep in mind, it's not a great idea.

This really isn't a great idea.

I mean,
what if something happens to C-Dawg?

What, are you serious?

No, if he dies, he dies.

Yeah, it's a win-win.

So sorry. I'm so sorry.

Stop that.
What's the matter with you?

Well done.

Hey. We cool now?

Not now, not ever.

Get out of here, C-Dawg. And by "here,"
I mean the state of California.

All right, let's see here.

"Avalon. Birdie."

- "Samson."
- What is that?

It's names. They're all coded. Girls, too.

So we risked our shields
to get a book we can't read?

I may know someone who can help. Come on.

Hey, Martin.

- May I?
- Yeah.

So Julian was at the hotel,
just like you said.

And just so I have
a complete understanding,

he throws parties
like the one at Ashworth's place.

Pretty girls, not-so-pretty guys.

And you just, what?
Just happened to be there?

What are you getting at, Martin?

This is Julian's.

It's filled with the names
of all of his clients

and the names of the girls
that are paid to hook up with them.

Guess whose name's in here.

Give me the book!

All of these names are coded.
How did you even know I was...

You didn't.

- Look, I'm notjudging you.
- You're notjudging me?

Are you kidding? You should see your face.

You totally manipulated me.

- You know what? Get out!
- Look, I am sorry.

All right,
I know how hard this is for you.

All right, it's not easy for me either.

- Look, you were Miranda's friend.
- Yes, I was.

You are not the only person who lost her!

Look, Rachel, this is not about us.
They killed someone,

so I need to understand
what's in this book!

Are you gonna help me or not?

Julian comes up with the nicknames.

He picks something
that reminds him of the person.

- What's yours?
- Madison.

Because I'm from Wisconsin.

I don't know the names of anyone else.

Thank you.

If I can figure out
the code of Dylan Ashworth,

I can prove that he was with Nina
the night she was killed.

He wasn't.

How do you know?

Because he was with me.

All night.

Just leave.

Please?

Hello, sugar.

I am so sorry I didn't call,
but surprises are fun, right?

You all right?

Yeah, it's just been a tough day.

We've all had those.

Luckily, though,
I know just the cure for tough days.

Fantastic nights.

Right, thanks, but I'm not really
in the mood for a party.

Sure you are.

"SCORSESE". Detective, you came.

Only because you said
you have something to show me.

Look, I get it.

This place creeps you out.

- It's not just the place.
- Ouch.

So what have you got?

The lab results came back on the substance
on Nina Clausen's feet.

Tree sap from
a Red Dawn Full Moon Japanese Maple.

- You making that name up?
- No, very rare.

I ran a search on any murders in which
victims were found with similar sap.

Three turned up.

All unsolved.

All women,
all with bruising on their wrists.

Wow. That's impressive.

Fin. That's the end...

In French.

You know, genius is
rarely understood at first blush.

- Damn, so that's four victims?
- Yeah.

Okay, get me whatever you can
on each one of the cases.

L QOt you.

My God.
Hey, baby, what brings you to the office?

Chauncey Perkins.

Please tell me you didn't.

It wasn't my idea. It was Riggs' idea.

I just wanted to scare him.

- Just rough him up a bit.
- "Rough him up"? He's 19, Roger!

MURTAUGH". Exactly! Technically,

- he's an adult.
- A 19-year-old,

who you threatened
into committing a crime!

It was a misdemeanor, not a felony.

Do you know he goes
by the name of "C-Dawg"?

His parents called me.

- Snitch.
- And he broke up with Ri.

And mind you, she is less upset about him
than she is ashamed of her father!

But he really broke up with her?

- Roger.
- Do you know

that he posted her picture... The picture

on his Facebook page?

He did?

And when I told him I'm Riana's dad,

he said, "Which Riana?"

Followed by, "I got a few."

As if he's got a whole posse
of girls named Ri...

Okay, listen, I get it.

I'm gonna have a little chat with C-Dawg.

Don't wait up for me.

It's okay, Trish. I already handled it.

- "I got a few." That's what he said?
- Yeah.

Hell to the no!

Trish, don't go do nothing
that I have to arrest you for...

Not that I would ever arrest you.

You go ahead and commit
crime at will, baby.

Bailey, what are you working on?

A lead on the Clausen case.

The names in this book are all in code.

Like, "Madison,"
for a girl from Wisconsin.

Dylan Ashworth, "Enzo," for his cars.

So Dylan Ashworth is in there.

Can you link him to Nina Clausen?

No, he was with another girl that night.

But I do think Nina's in here.

This girl's last entry in the book
was the night of Nina's murder.

- Her name is "Charlotte."
- Wasn't Nina from North Carolina?

Yeah, but the code name of the guy
that she was with is Montana.

Okay, so Montana,
so he's from Billings, Bozeman...

Or it could be anywhere else.
Big Sky, Yellowstone...

Hannah? Hannah Montana?

- Joking.
- Or Joe Montana.

- The quarterback?
- I know who Joe Montana is.

He played for the 49ers.

Named for the gold rush.

The Ashworths were the original 49ers.

But Nina wasn't with Dylan that night.

So what if Montana is another Ashworth?

The father. Henry?

It's possible. Julian
could've supplied him with the girls,

and he would have
access to his son's Ferrari.

As well as his own oil fields.

Captain, Bailey.

In an effort to impress that will,
no doubt, go unnoticed,

I looked into the other dead women.

One body was on land owned
by an Ashworth oil subsidiary.

And this

is the Ashworth estate in Bel-Air.

Note the front of the house,

specifically the trees.

Red Dawn Full Moon Japanese Maples.

What does that mean?

It means Henry Ashworth
is probably our killer.

Why didn't you tell me
we were coming to Dylan's?

Julian, what is this?

This? This is your evening, darling.

Perhaps longer, who knows?

But there is someone I'd like you to meet.

Dylan's father, Henry Ashworth.

Pleasure to meet you.

I'm uncomfortable.

I think I'd like to leave. I'm sorry.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Another time, maybe.

Hey, hey. You all right?

You seem a little stressed.

I am. I wanna leave, now!

Yeah, sure. I get that.

But here's the thing, darling Rach.

This thing is happening.

So you can either fight it,
or you can go with it.

I can assure you
the latter is much more fun.

Are you an actress?

Have you done any, S&M?

- Role-play?
- No.

I'm sorry. I just want to go home.

Well, don't be sorry.

You're exactly what I asked Julian for.

How're you doing, buddy?
We're here to see Henry Ashworth.

Sorry, it's a private function.

This is awkward.

I'm embarrassed.

Look at us,
showing up without an invitation.

You didn't get invited? I got invited.

- So can I be your plus-one?
- I don't think so.

You leave now,
or I'll be forced to have to call...

- Say it. Say it.
- Please say it. Say it.

- The police.
- Hello!

We're already here.

You should also know that we're being
recorded by security cameras.

Where are those cameras again?

Back there and up there.

Good.

"RACHEL". Help! Please, let me go! Please!

I don't wanna do this!

Please!

AW. Don't fight it. Enjoy it.

Please help me! No!

- What the hell?
- LAPD.

I'm looking for Henry Ashworth.

You got a warrant?

Judge Groban, I was hoping
you could issue one right on the spot.

What do you say?

No one gave you permission
to be here, Detective.

You see, my friend, Rachel,

she invited me. Where is she?

Get your hands off me.

Any sign of Ashworth?

Our good friend Julian here
was just about to tell us.

You have nothing on me.

Maybe, but we have four murders
we can pin on Henry Ashworth.

Wonder how long till he rolls on him.
You know the good news?

Guys that smell great
are super-popular in prison.

Where is she?

She's with Henry.

Downstairs.

Go. I got him.

On, my God.

Rachel, you okay?

- Yeah, I think so.
- You sure?

I didn't mean to wake you.

Hey, I'm sorry about my behavior...

Some of my behavior with Chauncey today.

I let my emotions get the best of me,
and I...

That'll never happen again.

It was just a picture, Dad.

There are worse things in this world.

Trust me.

I know.

And you think I don't

'cause I'm just a sheltered girl

who doesn't know anything
about the real world.

Look, Ri, in so many ways,
you know so much more about the world

than I did at your age.

I'm proud of that.

But what you can't possibly understand yet

is what it's like to have children.

How scary it is

to think about them in a world
that's just full of dangerous things.

I love you, too, Dad.

Hey-

Hey-

Thank you.

So how you doing?

Better now.

- Going somewhere?
- Back to Wisconsin.

I'm done with LA.

I know the feeling.

- Thank you for everything.
- No.

- Yeah.
- And I'm sorry.

I mean, I'm sorry for you.

For your loss.

Miranda's death hit me really hard,

but I can't even imagine
what it must be like for you.

Thank you.

So what about you?

Think you'll stay in La-La Land
for the long haul?

I don't know. I mean, look, this place is
full of jackasses and traffic,

But I found a couple of good spots.

Good.

Yeah.

No way, man.

You can't do this.

Sorry, but you guys are violating
the city's parking ordinance.

What about him?

He's next.

Later, Lamzac.

Lamb, what?

It means numbnuts.

That's good to know.

Lamzac.

MURTAUGH'. “Numbnuts?

You do understand
that this is a public beach,

and you're never gonna
have complete privacy.

First time I came out here to meet
Miranda's parents, she brought me here.

It's where she used to come to, you know,
clear her head, get away from everything.

This is her spot.

Nice spot.

Hey, cover it up, ladies!

English - SDH