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- Gin and juice?
- How'd you know?

I'm a Panthers Hostess for State.

It's my job to know
how to help our future quarterback

see how much more he'd be appreciated
here, rather than Duke or Baylor.

- And we're done with that.
- Hey!

What are you doing?

Dude, seriously? Was that necessary, man?

Your friend here has been posting photos

of your dumb ass boozing it up
on social media all night.

So, yeah, let's go.

Hey! That was my girl
you were macking on over there.

- Was she? Didn't seem like it.
- Hey! Hey, we're just leaving.

Yeah?

It's cool.

One sketchy photo on the Internet,

and you can say bye-bye
to any Division One school, man.

Get down.
I really don't need any more photo ops.

Look, having fun for one night
isn't gonna ruin me, all right?

Besides, did you see that girl? So hot.

Did you see that guy with the gun?

Do you really wanna
end your career before...

I'm hit!

Steven? Steven, you okay?

Steven.

Wow!

Look at that. What is it?

A Dutch baby pancake,

derived from the German pfannkuchen.

Just like mama used to make.
Maybe not your mama.

No.
One of the many benefits of having a wife

with a lot of time on her hands.

You know, I'll trade that pancake
for a wife with more hands all over me.

Well, okay, baby.

Enjoy your pfannkuchen.
I've got to run, literally.

I'm gonna try to get in three miles
before I head to my meetings.

Meetings? You mean, like, work stuff?

- No. Volunteer groups.
- Ah.

And after that,
I'm gonna sign up for a pottery class.

Uh-huh.

- I'll make you a mug.
- Okay.

We have a situation here, don't we?

- What are you talking about?
- Am I the only one concerned

that Mom is out of a job?

I understand. It is a time of transition,
and it can be a little scary.

You know what's scary? Our family's
income-to-debt ratio on just your salary.

How would you know that?
And how do you know how much I make?

You're a city employee.
I looked it up, and it's not good.

Think of the college expenses alone
for RJ, me, and Harper.

You'll have to get a second, maybe even
a third mortgage. I crunched the numbers.

You won't be able to retire
for another 18 years at least.

Riana, stop, all right? It is not your job
to worry about this family's finances.

Someone has to. Eighteen years, Dad.

Room service.

Uh... I didn't order that.

- This is room 412.
- I don't know. Is it?

Cheese Whiz omelet
with three sides of tater tots?

All right. Come in.

There's also a note for you.

Cheese Whiz isn't part of our standard
menu, but your wife was quite insistent.

So, after a few weeks of sobriety,
how's it going?

Uh...

Great. Awesome. Amazing.

No one said it was gonna be easy.

I just said it was great, awesome,
and amazing, so...

- Right.
- Right.

Was there anything that's not going great?

No, I mean... Oh, um...

I spent the night
with Agent Palmer last night.

- Okay.
- So...

And was that not great?

What? No...

No, it was great. It was totally great.

Why would you even... Why would you
ask me if it's not great? It...

- Let's just change the subject.
- No. It's just that...

You just seem a little on edge about it,
which is perfectly understandable.

- What is your problem?
- My problem?

Your problem.

Why do you...
You make it like I have to...

You say, "Riggs, it is really important
that you be happy," you know.

- Then you come and give me a hard time.
- I'm not giving you a hard time.

You know what? You say to me,
"Riggs, you have to find happiness.

"You need to have it..."
And then I come in and say,

"Guess what, good news.
I found happiness. And I'm happy.

"I'm in a good place."
And you wanna give me a hard time.

You guys are ridiculous. I don't even
understand why I'm even... This is just...

I'll work on it.

Yeah. You should work on it. And you know
what? Not so good session, huh?

- Late night?
- No.

Take that as a no.

I know you and Palmer didn't work out,

so I just figured you had a drink or six.

- I met up with Palmer before she left.
- You did, really? How'd that go?

It went. Did you notice these tire marks
and this little scrape on the ground?

It's almost like it came from
something on the vehicle. And...

- Nine-millimeter shell casing.
- Bailey said the kid that survived

got into a fight at a party just before.
He's in the hospital.

All right. Let's go.

It was some frat kid.

Six foot, maybe. Brown hair.

Had a black shirt
with brass knuckles on it.

- But you didn't know him?
- No.

This is all my fault.
If I hadn't gone to that party...

Baby, don't blame yourself.
Steven knew how much you loved him.

Excuse me.

Walter Hancock. President
of the Coastal State booster club.

I just wanted to swing by
and say to you and to your mom

that the entire Coastal State community
was deeply saddened by your loss.

Of course,
this kind of tragedy can be used

to push us
further down the road to success,

which I firmly believe
runs right through Coastal State.

How touching.

Thank you for your time,
Mrs. Raines.

If you think of anything else,
please give us a call.

Hey, Jesse, you hang in there, all right?

Coastal sucks. Go, Horns.

That guy doesn't give a damn
about Jesse's cousin.

All he's interested in is that kid's arm.

Yeah, well, his football days are over.

I took a peek at his chart.
The bullet tore through his rotator cuff.

He's never throwing a football again.

Poor kid.

You think you know
what life has to offer you, and then...

This isn't
the football thing again, is it?

My "football..."
Did you just say my "football thing"?

I believe I did.

You just reduced a significant era
of my life to my "football thing"

after I confided in you.

Look, all I'm saying is
the kid's 18 years old, okay?

This is nothing
in the grand scheme of things.

Let me tell you something about 18 years.
Eighteen years is not nothing!

Especially if a person
has to live it with you.

You know, sometimes I wonder
how long I'm gonna be able

to put up with you, Roger Murtaugh.

For God's sakes, Roger,
I need to know the truth about this.

What are you getting all worked up about?

I'm telling you everything I know
about the Raines case.

Not Steven. His cousin, Jesse.

Is he gonna be able
to play football again?

And more importantly,
is he still committed to Coastal State?

For God's sake, Roger,
I have season tickets!

His arm is wrecked.
His days of playing football, over.

Oh, that's terrible.

For him and his family.

Am I the only person
who's feeling sorry for this kid?

Anyway, we were able
to pull a shot of the suspect

from the hotel security footage,

the party where Jesse and his cousin
were coming from.

- Doesn't do much for us.
- I know, but if the suspect's a student,

then maybe the school can help us ID him.

- Worth a shot. Keep me posted.
- Yeah.

Hey.

- Yeah.
- Quick question.

How long can I work here?
I mean, what's mandatory retirement age?

Uh, sixty, I think,
but you could fill out a waiver.

Why, are you looking to stay here forever?

Well, now that I'm breadwinner,

I may have to stay here
a little longer than planned.

Maybe a lot longer.

- Do guys around here do that?
- You should talk to Shep.

He's waived his retirement
three times already.

But he's got no life,
no family, really, outside of here.

- Then why does he do it?
- Are you kidding me? He loves it.

Yeah, someday may we all be
as happy as Shep Lugenvile.

Nerf guns. Frisbees.
What's it cost to go here?

Like, 10, 15 grand?

Fifteen? Try 50.

Ugh! So it's just a bunch of rich kids?

You know, I almost came here
on a full ride.

I'm just saying.
I had size, speed, and hands.

- I could've gone pro.
- Ah. Keep telling yourself that, Roger.

What's that?

Roger Murtaugh, in the flesh.

Meet robbery homicide legend, Mike Ramos.

How you doing, Mike Ramos?
Sweet ride you got here.

- You ever jump anything with it?
- I've been tempted.

Hey! You mind if I, uh...
You mind if I give it a try?

Keep it under 20
and don't mess with my stations.

You betcha. Feel like a little kid
back in Florida, Daytona Day. Watch out!

- So you bored here?
- Bored?

Bored with having my salary
triple what it was?

Bored with having access to the games
and having my kids get free tuition?

- Free?
- Free.

Phew.

Hello, guys. I'd like you to meet Jenna.
She's an engineering major.

She loves LCD Sound system,
and she can help ID our suspect.

Alpha Chi Phi. A fraternity.

Have you seen this guy around any?

Sure, that's Carson Tate.
He has all the best pill... Parties.

Pills.
If it's Carson Tate, he's a rich kid.

He sells Adderall
out of his fraternity house.

Keys, please. He said I could drive
the golf cart if I helped you out.

- Well, I said, "maybe."
- Okay. Jenna, go to class.

You know what? I'll take her to class.
See you guys in a minute. Out of the way!

- This is 50 grand a year?
- Not if you're one of my kids.

Hey!

Has anybody seen Carson Tate?

Carson Tate?

- Want a drink?
- Uh, no, thank you.

Carson Tate?

Yo, who's looking for the Tater?

Hey, Rog. Yeah. Right here.

Oh.

Oh! Whoa!

Hey, you okay?

I'm literally covered in beer,
and I haven't had one sip.

So, no, Rog, I'm not okay.

Carson, Carson, Carson.

How long you wanna do this, buddy?

'Cause unfortunately for you,
I've got nothing but time.

I mean, I don't even like going home,

so I could just sit here,
and we can just stare at each other.

Fine. I confess.

I sell the occasional pill,
but I didn't kill anyone, bro.

Well, I have a lot of witnesses
that saw you threaten him.

Look. My girl was all over that Jesse kid.

So, I got in his face a little,
just to scare him.

Yeah? You decided to scare him

with that 9mm we found in your apartment?

- I have a license for that gun.
- Oh. Do you, now?

'Cause when we match ballistics
to your weapon, you're gonna wish...

That we had never, ever... What?

Forensics is back on the gun
you found in Carson's room.

It didn't fire the bullets
that killed Steven.

Can we pretend it did?

Not according to our current laws,
but I'm okay with it.

I found this,
bruising on Steven's right torso.

Seems like a few hours before he was shot,

someone punched him so hard
it fractured two ribs on his right side.

Two ribs? That's one heck of a left hook.

- What is that? Right there.
- Probably from a ring.

Wait. Don't tell me. I'm getting notes
of wheat malt and yeast which provides

a distinct clove and banana character.

I'm going to talk to Jesse.

Stout. No. It's Bavarian. Hefeweizen.
Hefeweizen from a plastic cup.

I amaze myself.

You couldn't change into a clean shirt
at the office?

Unlike you, Roger, I don't keep multiple
change of clothes at the workplace.

- Like, I only have, like, you know, what...
- Three. I know.

- Can I help you?
- No, we're good. Thank you.

Smells like you need help.

That's because it was, like... There was
a beer pong table... It's a whole...

Why don't you stay here?

I don't want Mrs. Raines to think
that my partner is an alcoholic.

Even though I'm stone cold sober?

Stay away from flames.

- Hey!
- Hey.

- Give me a dollar, or I'll call the cops.
- Hey. Guess what, I am the cops,

- so, scram.
- Then make it $2.

- That's extortion.
- That's stealing.

Oh. Good point.

There you go.

You smell like my Uncle Larry.

Well, I don't know your Uncle Larry,
but he seems like a fun guy.

He's an alcoholic, and that's his shirt.

It's my highlight reel,

for all the recruiters.

It's useless now. Everyone knows I'm over.

Hey. Your football career may be over,
but you are not over.

You're 18. You'll find something else.

- You have no idea, man.
- I have no idea?

What it's like to have college scouts
crawling all over you,

calling you the next big thing?
Hmm, I have an idea.

- Wait. You?
- Yeah.

Till my knee went left when I went right.

So then what did you do?

Went to school, not on a scholarship,
became a cop.

I promised my mom
I'd get us out of this neighborhood.

I understand the impulse.

I met some of your neighbors.

Let me tell you something.
Football is not the only way out, son.

Your mother knows that
just as much as I do.

Wasn't just her I was playing for.
I've got people counting on me.

A manager who bought me shoes, gear,
drove me to the games.

He really believed in me.

- Steven, right?
- Nah.

Steven was my friend. He was just a kid.

This dude is real.

Yeah, I know who Steve Raines is.
He's a fool.

- Do you know that he's dead?
- He's a dead fool.

- And I know why.
- Yeah. How do you know that?

Because he stepped up to the wrong guy.

So who did he piss off?

So this guy who believes in you,
what's his name?

Benny.

Benny Barnes.

- Who's that? Bailey?
- No.

It's not me. Who else calls you?

So you finally meet a woman that
tolerates you, that you actually like,

but you won't take her call.
What is your problem, man?

There is no problem. I hit
the little button and put it in my pocket.

It's over.

Right. Okay.
Well, let's find Benny.

Found him. See, that's why
you need me in your life, Roger.

Benny Barnes?

Detective Riggs and Murtaugh, LAPD.
I understand that you know Jesse Raines.

Yeah. Eight years now.
He was a phenomenal talent.

Shame what happened to him.

Yeah. You know anybody who might wanna
make that happen to him or his cousin?

No, but he's from a tough neighborhood.
I was hoping to help Jesse get out.

- Sad I couldn't.
- So, what are you, like, his manager?

No. I was more like an advisor, see,

'cause I know what it's like to have
everyone want a piece of you at that age,

so I just tried
to provide a little guidance.

Golden glove?

- That's right.
- Rog, you know who we're talking to here?

Oh, yeah, I do. That's Mr. Barnes.

He's about to tell us
what he was doing last night.

He got you on the ropes, Benny.

Just like Lewis in '96.
That was you, right?

Yeah. We went toe-to-toe, 12 rounds.

That's impressive, considering
you had no left hook. I mean, that's...

Hold up. No, my left stung then.
It stings now, believe that.

Oh, we believe that.

No, no.
It kind of stings like a baby mosquito.

And, I mean, that's when
you were in your prime, which...

Did he just say "stings like a mosquito"?

No, no, no. I said "a baby mosquito."

They're like a mosquito,
but they're tiny, and they're much cuter...

Riggs, what are you doing?

Well, I'm trying to pay the man
a compliment.

I mean, he went 12 rounds
with an actual champ, has no left hook.

- Like, that's impressive.
- No left hook? You know what.

- Tell your friend here...
- He's a partner.

It's not an ideal situation.

You know,
I'd be happy to show you my left hook.

Oh.

Well, I'd love to try it on for size.

I'm gonna give you one free shot.
Off the books. Right here.

Right here. What do you say?

You happy now?

Getting there.

So you're saying the only way
Riggs could get an analysis of the ring

was to have a heavyweight champion
punch him in the face?

No, there were other options.

Riggs just chose the one
that got him punched in the face.

Does this boxer Benny have a motive?

Control of Jesse.

Benny had a lot invested in him.
He wanted to manage his career.

But Steven wasn't in to it.
He didn't trust Benny.

Managing Jesse could be a huge payday.

When Marcus Hart went pro
from Coastal State,

he signed a $7 million deal.

How do you know everything
about every Coastal player?

It's not like you even played.

Oh, I played. In the marching band.

You have to practice
the same amount of hours.

- I probably logged more field hours...
- Stop. Just stop.

Okay.

Get Bailey on surveillance.

Maybe Benny will give us something
that will attach him to the shootings.

And the French horn is very difficult.

It's much more difficult
than the regular horn because it's French.

Please say a command.

Call Roger Murtaugh.

Calling Roger Murtaugh on cell.

- Hey, what's up, Mike?
- Hey, I got a proposition for you.

Come on. You know I'm married.

Consider taking my job.

I'm gonna retire.

And I already mentioned you to the guy
that makes the decisions here so...

Hold on.

I know you love being a cop, Roger.
I did, too.

I thought I was gonna miss my gun
and my badge, chasing bad guys,

but I don't, not even a little.

Is that your tooth?

Yeah.
Can you come over here and hold it for me?

Look, the point is,
the perks go on and on.

I'm talking a suit allowance,
a sleek car, the whole package.

I mean, you're at the last exit ramp, man.

You wanna be stuck where you are forever?

The guy gets himself
punched in the face,

and then, boop, he puts the tooth back
in his head with rubber cement.

I just can't...

So get him a dentist.

Or there's another option.

I got a job offer.

A job offer?

- What kind of job?
- Head of Security at Coastal State.

Head of Security. Whoa.

- That's like a real job offer.
- Mmm-hmm.

- What does it entail?
- Well, for starters, there's no Riggs.

It's a 9:00 to 5:00, low stress.

I get tickets to the game
and free tuition.

Plus, I'll be making almost triple
what I'm making now.

Hell yeah! Get that in writing.

Go. You're not supposed to be listening
or cussing.

I'm always doing both.

Look, it's not a done deal yet,

but it doesn't hurt
to take the meeting, right?

Take the meeting!

Hey! It's me.

Uh, pretty sure I was amazing in the sack,
and yet you haven't called,

which means,
like, you overdosed on spray cheese.

Try to get clean by tomorrow night.

Same hotel. Room service. Or not.

You know, I can eat 10 sliders
on my own anyway.

- What's up? How are we doing?
- What the hell happened to your head?

What? Oh.

- Are you okay?
- Oh, yeah, it's nothing. Just a...

You should see the other guy, you know?

So what have we got?

Surveillance on Benny Barnes.

He's been waiting at the table
for about 40 minutes.

You didn't happen to order
a chili cheese burger, did you?

- I'm starving.
- I'm a vegetarian.

- Hmm.
- We've had this conversation before.

And I was there
when we had that conversation?

Here we go.
Looks like Benny's date arrived.

Wait a minute. I know that guy.

How do you know that guy?

He was at the hospital
yesterday visiting Jesse.

Some big alumni booster.

Walter Hancock.

Hey. Look, you stay with Benny.
I'm gonna go follow Hancock.

- I'm on it.
- Oh.

And by the way, really good conversation
that we had here.

Really, I'm gonna remember that.

Hi, how are you? I'm...

Hire who you want.

Well, Roger, the job offers
complete autonomy.

It'd be your department
to run as you see fit.

- I hire who I want?
- Of course.

You know better than we do
who you want to work with, right?

Hey!

Well, this is unexpected.

What are you doing here, Riggs?

Well, usually I come for the strudel
because the strudel is delicious.

But if we're gonna be questioning
a suspect, may be a full meal.

- How's the fish?
- There is no fish.

And Mr. Hancock is not a suspect.

Anchovy. Anchovy is a fish, is it not?

- Riggs, you need to leave.
- Oh!

Hold on. I lost my tooth.
I think it's in the salad.

This is, um...

This is weird. Why don't you visit
with your friend, and we'll talk later.

You just ruined my job interview.

Coastal State wanted me
as their new Head of Security.

Seriously? You mean
riding around in the little golf cart?

You would be awesome at that.

- You'd hate it, though.
- No. You know why?

Because I've got three kids going
to college, a wife who's out of work,

and a partner
that just makes my life miserable.

Yeah, but you would be working
for a murderer.

Do I seriously make your life miserable?

So you just decided
that Mr. Hancock is a murderer?

Yeah, Rog, I just decided.
I just pulled it out of the air.

No, I followed him here, okay?

Not expecting to see you.

And guess what?
This isn't his first meeting tonight.

He met with Benny Barnes on the way here.

- Benny?
- Yeah, Rog, Benny.

Why would he wanna meet with Benny?

I don't know. It's a really good question,
isn't it, Rog?

And I'd love to delve into that,
but first, I need to find my tooth.

Oh.

Eureka. Now, should we look
at the entrées? Maybe get something to go?

I had them wrap up your salad to go
after you stormed out of the restaurant.

You mean, the salad
that your tooth fell into?

I'm sorry, you're saying
you don't want the salad now?

So did you hear from your buddy?

Hancock?
After you demolished my interview?

Look, I did you a favor, all right?
The guy's literally a murder suspect, Rog.

For once, I had hope,

a picture of a beautiful future.

Oh, hey. Look, a free dessert.

Murtaugh, you got a minute?

I have all the time in the world.

Are you seriously considering
leaving to take this job at State?

No. Where did you hear that?

Riggs. It's not gonna happen.

Trish is gonna get another job.
You know that.

She's not just gonna stop being Trish.

I don't know that. She loves not working.

Running, charities, German pancakes.
You should see her.

I mean, she looks great,
which I love, but...

- It's not just Trish.
- Riggs?

I got something on the Raines case.
Tanya Raines' credit card bill.

So she's $20,000 in debt. Who's not?

Tanya. Not anymore.

Next month's bill,
her debt's paid in full.

On a waitress' salary.

Okay, well, that's worth
another conversation with her.

Riggs and I will just...

Where's Riggs?

Hey, Wally Hancock!

We've got to stop running into each other.
Hey. By the way, nice ride.

Get off my car. What, are you drunk?

God, I wish. I'm on the wagon, Wally.

My colleagues and I
have to get to a meeting.

- If you don't mind.
- Ooh. What's the meeting about?

Is this about bribing recruits

or killing kids
that get in the way of bribing recruits?

Look, this is harassment.

I'm very good friends
with the Police Chief.

I'm gonna give him a call.

Oh, please, give him a call.

Tell him that you hired Benny Barnes
to kill Steven Raines.

Right, and before you say,
"Who the heck is Benny?"

I have got a phone full of photos

of you guys all cozied up
at the burger joint.

Oh. This one brings out your eyes.

I've been friends with Benny for years.
The photos only prove it.

Thought you might say that,

so that's why we're getting a warrant
to go through Benny's accounts

and if we find one payment from you...

And by the look on your face,
you might have.

Well, that's NCAA rules violation
and, I don't know,

maybe a first degree murder charge.

Hey, any of you guys an attorney
by any chance?

Okay, okay, okay.

Look, I wanted Jesse at State.
His cousin was getting in the way,

so maybe I asked Benny
to persuade Steven to get onboard.

"Persuade." By persuade you mean,
like, rough up and then shoot him?

God, no. If Benny roughed Steven up
or worse, that was his idea.

And that money that I got to Benny,
that was for Jesse's family.

They were in a tough situation.
I wanted to help out.

His mother.

The last thing I would want to do
is hurt anyone over a recruit.

Might permanently damage the program.

Good point, Wally.

Hey. Wally, do me a favor?
Stay the hell away from my partner.

Come on, Tanya. Level with me.

$20,000 bills
just don't pay themselves off.

My aunt died. Money came from her.

Generous, and what's her name?

I think you were taking payouts.

All those schools, boosters,
trying to get a piece of Jesse.

Someone sent a taste your way?
Benny, Hancock?

Those men were just looking out
for Jesse's best interests.

And so was Steven, and now he's dead.

Steven was full of himself,

thinking he knew best
what was right for Jesse and me.

Did Steven know you were taking payouts?

And he went to Benny?

I think it's time that you left.

And you got scared

because if Steven made trouble,
they'd stop paying you.

Did you tell any of those men about
the party they were going to that night?

Get out. Now.

Yo, Rog, I figured it out.

Benny and Hancock were giving money...

Jesse's mother. Yeah, I know.

- Yeah.
- Where were you?

I went to go see Hancock.
Yeah, you're not gonna get that job.

This look familiar to you?

Just like the crime scene.

Hey, kid, you know
whose car made these tracks?

You got $3?

That's his going rate for cops, Rog.
It's fair.

Yeah.

That's Wendell's car.
His ride's so low that his muffler drags.

And who's Wendell?

Are you serious? Wendell and his crew
run things around here.

Wait.
You saw them all when you first got here.

You mean the guys
that were sitting out front?

- The guy with a sensitive sense of smell?
- Yup.

All right, that $3
also buys his last name. Let's go.

What did you do? He was family!

I owed thousands of dollars to people...

You're supposed to be
the main one who's here for me,

but you just ruined my life
and took Steven's.

Why? Because he got in the way?

Who'd you go to, Ma? Who, Benny?

Who, Ma?

Hey, Wendell, my mom told me everything.

She cut you in to get Steven in line.

But you killed him, man.

Hey, hey, hey. Whoa, whoa.

Better watch yourself now, Jesse.

You're not some hotshot prospect anymore.

Something happens to you,
ain't nobody gonna care.

Not anymore.

You destroyed my life.
You're gonna get yours.

Get him in there.

Bailey, put out a BOLO on Wendell's car.

Turns out
he's got a whole bunch of priors.

Rog, would you really have
taken that other job?

What's it matter? There is no job.

If there was another job.

Hold on a second, Riggs.

Hey, Mike, I'm talking
to my pain-in-the-ass partner.

Still me, Roger.

Right. Sorry.

- Mike?
- Roger, you there?

Look, if this is about the job...

It's not about the job.
It's about the BOLO you guys just put out.

How'd you know we put out a BOLO?

Police scanner.
Old habits are hard to break.

Your black and gold ride
with the low muffler

is parked across campus
in the stadium lot.

Okay, well, don't try to be a hero, Mike.
We're on our way.

You sure we wanna do this here?

Campus police could show up at any time.

Doing it here
is gonna keep us out of jail.

No one'll think twice when he offs himself
right here in the same spot

where all his dreams could have came true.

Guys, don't do this.
You ain't got to do this.

Shut up, bitch.

All right, so how do you wanna do this?

- Wanna split up or you wanna...
- Definitely split up.

All right, well, that was quick.

Look, I know I've been a little difficult
to deal with on this case, all right?

- Maybe one or two others...
- How about all of them?

Time to say goodbye
to what could've been, Jesse.

I slept with Palmer.

Really?

And it's been messing with my head,
you know?

Not that I blame her, but...

Police! Drop your weapon!

Cover me.

- Back off!
- Drop that weapon, Wendell.

How about you back the hell up,
or I shoot him.

I'll do it!

- You're welcome!
- What?

- Well, I got him.
- I got him.

Oh, Rog, seriously? Come on, bud.

You know, when it comes to
the firearm accuracy department,

- I kind of nudge you out.
- Hell, you did not.

You were way up there.
I was right there when I shot him.

Whatever helps you sleep at night.
Jesse, you good?

- Yeah.
- All right.

Look.

What I was trying to say earlier
is that I'm sorry for, you know...

- Everything?
- No, not everything, all right?

Just whatever it is that makes
you wanna go take another job.

Do I really make you miserable?

There are moments.

You know, 'cause you never seem miserable.

Have you ever thought that maybe
you're one of those guys

that's just not happy
unless they're miserable?

Have you ever considered maybe you are?

Do you guys always fight like this?

- Yes!
- No.

Congratulations, you two.

I believe this is the first case
you've closed without eliciting a lawsuit.

Well, that's disappointing.

No car crashes, no explosions.

The only thing you managed to destroy
this time around

was college football.

After everything Benny and Hancock did,

State'll be sanctioned
for the next 10 years,

which means
my season tickets are worthless.

I hear the marching band
will still be playing.

Did you know they practice
as much as the football team?

Is it difficult to march
and play at the same time? I mean...

When you disrespect the band,
you disrespect yourself.

Right.

No, you're not throwing these away.

These should be in a museum
or a trophy case.

- Really?
- Yeah.

And what about this?

This is from our old apartment.
It's our mail bowl. We used to...

Honey, are you worried
because I'm not working?

Be honest.

I knew it. We have to move, don't we?

- Dad didn't get the job.
- I could've got that job

with my resume tied behind my back.

Mmm-hmm. Riana, calm down.
I only quit less than a week ago.

We're not moving.
And even if we were, it wouldn't matter.

Not to you.
I don't want to share a room with RJ.

Okay, listen, a big house and nice things
does not make you happy in this life.

That's right.

And, even though I've loved my time off,

it won't be forever. I'm going back.

- You're going back? When?
- Your old firm?

Listen, I'm still trying to decide.

But what I do know is
I want what your father has.

It's not always bliss,
but I want to love what I do.

Pretty sure there are professionals
for that sort of thing.

I'm pretty sure I'm qualified.

- You need help tying a knot?
- No, I got it.

I just need to... Yeah, maybe.

There you go.

Ah...

Look at that.
I knew you'd fix my head someday, Doc.

Hmm. It's not perfect, but it'll do.

Yeah, thanks.

You know, I know you didn't ask,

but this thing with Palmer,
wherever you decide to take it,

I think it's a step
in the right direction,

so don't beat yourself up over it.

Oh. Beat myself up? Me? Never.

Riggs, it's okay to be happy.

Thanks.

Thanks, Detective. Would have never
made it here if you hadn't pushed me.

Literally, into the car.

I'll keep pushing you,
into the enrollment office.

Hey, so you and your mom
gonna be all right?

Not right this minute,

but I guess she thought she was doing
what was best for me.

I know that much.

I never really thought about
the school side of a scholarship.

Yeah, well, my life turned out fine
without football.

So will yours.

Roger Mayfield Murtaugh!

Hey, stranger.

What happened to your tooth?