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Hey, Doc. Can you give me
Kourtney's thighs?

I could take three millimeters.

Ladies.

It's unethical of me to offer
my professional opinion

under these conditions.

However.

There's a Jacuzzi
on the deck.

So, I say bikini up.

Let me take a look
at my canvas.

Cheers!

This is not a bad view.

Ten more minutes.

And then I'm gonna... aah!

A hand just rubbed my foot.

I see him.

Dr. Danny...

Why are we doing this now?

We have two more days to pack.

Yeah, well, your mother doesn't
want to be scrambling

at the last minute.

Besides, we already, uh,
rented out your room.

Hilarious.

You don't want
to take your trophy?

From fourth grade Little League?

No.

One box. That's all
you're gonna carry?

You're 18 years old.

You can lift more than one...

Oh...

What are you doing?

Taking a break?

- No. I'm thinking.
- Hmm.

About how I understand
when people say

"always lift with your legs."

- No, it's your back?
- Yeah.

Okay. What can I do?

- Help me up.
- Okay.

- You did that on purpose.
- New plan...

Let's stay down here
for a while.

Nuh-uh, let me go
get you an ice pack.

No, it's all right.

It'll pass.

Okay.

Is that RJ's
Little League trophy?

Mm-hmm.

Fourth grade.

I know.

And he's going to college.

Can you believe
you are old enough

to have a kid going to college?

It happened when
we weren't looking.

Yeah. We got
two more days with him,

and then only two years
with Riana.

Come on, that's not possible.

Harper never leaves.

She stays with us forever.

Or we make
another one.

- Deal.
- Come on, guys.

In my room?

Gross.

Can't you wait
until I'm gone?

- Go on, boy, get out of here.
- Yeah, go.

Hey.

I don't know how to be normal.

I wake up, and...

You want to sit down,
put your things down?

How you want
to do this?

Yeah. Uh...

I've-I've never seen you this...

eager or this early.

Um, okay.

So, what do you mean, you don't
know how to be "normal"?

All right. So,

ever since I got back
from Mexico, it's...

I think we're all on the same
page that I'm healthier, right?

I'm fixed.

Well, uh, Riggs.

It... that's a-a process.

Okay, whatever.

The point is, I'm normal.

Not a fan of that word.

Okay, that's
your own issues.

What do normal people do?

What do they do?

Uh, they-they get up,

they go to work,

they socialize?

They date.

Eh, three out of four's not bad.

You're interested in dating.

All right, so...

I'm cleaning guns, sharpening
knives, okay? And I see this

on the floor, so I pick it up,
and I'm thinking, oh, maybe this is a sign.

Right? Maybe I
should call her.

And I think maybe
I-I'm gonna call her.

- But?
- But.

Like, wh-what am I,
what am I gonna say?

Like, you know, blah, blah,
make a bunch of small talk

and ask her to dinner?
It's 5:00 in the morning,

- for crying out loud.
- You've been up since 5:00 in the morning?

Yeah, you do
seem a little...

wired.

I don't know. It's like,
ever since Mexico,

I... it's like I just don't
need that much sleep.

You know? It's like,
5:00, 5:30 in the morning,

boom, I'm ready to go.

You think it's possible
I've gone too far?

You know? To the other side?

Like, maybe I'm... too normal?

Safe to say I...
I don't share that concern.

Death by Jacuzzi.

I can think of worse ways to go.

So who was this guy?

Daniel Harris.

38, plastic surgeon.

Looks like a massive coronary.
So possibly not even a homicide,

considering all the blow.

We're definitely dealing
with a murder here, Rog!

Riggs? What's he doing here?

He was here when we got here.

Seriously?
First one on the scene?

So, here's what I know.

Probable murder weapon.

I'd check that
for heart attack juice.

Side gate left open,
bikinis everywhere,

and when I say bikinis,

I mean a ton
of bikinis.

And a crap-basket
full of cocaine on the inside,

so I'm thinking we need
to bring in the DEA.

DEA? Hold up, wait. Time out.

Are you sure
you didn't

dip into that crap-basket
full of cocaine?

No, Rog.

You're looking at a normal guy.

That's right.

I'm healthy now, Roger.

Okay.
You, healthy?

We're good to go.

Hey, what?

There something going on
with your lower back?

Oh, yeah, that's just nothing.

Seems like a lower lumbar thing.

- Yeah, yeah...
- Right back here.

You been picking
up heavy stuff?

I... you know.

RJ's going to college.

- Yeah, yeah.
- You've been picking up heavy boxes.

- Yes.
- Time for a little

- Navy SEAL first aid!
- What are you doing? Get...

Ah... Ugh...

What did you just do to me?

You're welcome.

Y-You know what?

This is not normal, Riggs.

Well, you better
get used to it, Big Rog.

Think of it this way.

You've said you've been wanting
a new partner, right?

Yeah.

Well, now
you got one.

Me.

The normal guy.

All right, I'm gonna
scour the neighborhood!

Who's in?!

- We have a major situation here.
- I haven't had cocaine since the mid-'90s.

And the situation -
The fact that the doctor was dead

- is actually right there.
- and there was cocaine everywhere had nothing...

Can you just get to the point
where you blow up the building

and run over the pedestrian,

or blow up the
pedestrian and run over

- the whatever?
- Wait, well. No...

No. We didn't blow anything up.

There's no pedestrians
got run over.

What's wrong, Captain?

LAPD brass is sending over
a deputy chief

to evaluate and assess
our entire division.

I thought we were
cleared by I.A.

"Cleared" meaning
"not arrested."

And now we get the full-body
scan. And by the way,

nine times out of ten,
an evaluate and assess

means the head of the fish
gets lopped off.

- Oh, that's not gonna happen.
- It can't happen.

'Cause I am not prepared
emotionally or financially.

Todd just talked me
into buying a boat.

What a mistake
that wa...

They suck more money

than floating toilets.

So who's this, uh,
deputy chief guy?

Hello, Roger.

Uh, D-Deputy Chief Santos.

I'm, uh, Captain Avery.

Can I get you a
coffee, or, uh,

a scone, perhaps?

A scone?

I'm sorry, are we having brunch?

Is that what they told you
we were doing today?

- No, that wasn't... this is...
- Hi. Martin Riggs.

- This is Martin Riggs.
- I didn't know we had scones.

We don't have scones.
And of course,

you've already, you've
already met, uh, Murtaugh.

We should go.

We should go, Riggs.

- Where are we going?
- We-We're going.

It was nice meeting you.

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

Sorry about
the whole scone thing.

I don't know
where that came from.

A dead man.

You are looking
at a dead man.

Oh, is it your back again?

- Here, turn around.
- No, it's not that.

Her.

You were in the room with us.

Did you feel the tension?

"Hello, Roger."

Her words.

- You talking about the deputy chief?
- Yes.

We have a history, Riggs.

There was a whole thing
that, uh, happened.

Wow. You think
you know somebody.

Yeah.

I mean, we worked together,
years back, when, uh,

I first became detective.

On the first night, we were
sitting in a car on a stakeout,

and I'm getting these vibes.

Serious vibes from her.

- Not to be confused with, like, regular vibes.
- Right.

And then, at about 2:00
in the morning,

it happened.

Yeah.

"It"?

Vibes confirmed.

We both reached
to adjust the radio.

And boom.

Fingers touch.

Riveting. What next?

Nothing.

She didn't move.

Even though my hand
got there first,

she allowed
her finger to linger.

For about one and a half,
maybe even two seconds.

So that's it.
Your fingers touched.

- "That's it"?
- Well...

Have you ever
been finger-lingered?

It's a icky feeling.

And so I did what
I had to do, Riggs.

I put in for a transfer
because I knew,

with all those pheromones
floating around,

a cop's instincts
could get compromised.

Yeah.

Obviously, it crushed her.

- Well, that's obvious.
- And here we are.

Intel on the dead doctor.

Watch out, Bailey.

Pheromones.

A doctor was definitely murdered,

injected with
potassium chloride.

Hey, look at this.

He was being sued
by his business partner.

Motive and access
to the heart attack juice.

- Mm-hmm.
- Let's go talk to him.

Uh, don't forget your body cams.

What?

Straight from
the deputy chief.

- Something about transparency?
- Oh, no.

She wanted to make sure
you got them.

Dr. Harris
was a gifted surgeon,

but his lifestyle was the
antithesis of what we do here.

Which is what, exactly?

Complete wellness.

We do top-end cosmetic surgery,
massage rehab,

longevity,
anti-aging treatments.

- Anti-aging?
- Mm-hmm.

Who the heck wants
to live forever?

I do.

I wish my back
was 20 years younger.

We're breaking ground.

With growth hormones
and steroid therapies.

- Hmm.
- Yeah.

Growth hormones
and steroid therapy.

Drug connection.

Have a good day.

And stay healthy.

She's 96.

Excuse me?

Don't mind him.
He's anti-health.

Come on, Riggs.
Body cam.

Who are those guys?

I have no idea.

Probably new patients?

Um...

You have my information,
and, Detective,

you should stop by
our back pain clinic

for a complimentary
session.

Oh, I-I couldn't
take advantage of...

you know, job conflict.

I see. It's not a graft,

it's an AARP special
for anyone over 50.

AARP. You hear that?

Come on, Rog.

You know the secret to youth
is catching bad guys.

Let's go.

Hey, Riggs,
remember: body cams.

By the book.

Always.

Hey, is the Fountain
of Youth back there?

We were looking for it.

Sorry.

You broke my camera.

Now nobody's gonna see
what I do to you.

Rog?

Don't worry, I got this!

Here you go.

Keep that up, you'll be young
and healthy as me.

And so, uh, here
I am, methodically searching

the grounds
for a suspected perp.

- Oh, wait, that one.
- Uh-huh.

And-and-and now I'm, uh,

identifying myself,
you see, as a, as a

peace officer.

And then right
there, I'm issuing

verbal warning
to said perp.

- I think I heard it right there.
- Yeah.

Let's press pause on this.

I...

No, I mean that literally.

- Detective, press pause. I-I can't watch...
- Oh, I don't...

- Just push that one right there.
- Press any button!

I'll be candid.

I was led to believe that

Detective Riggs
was the challenge

- of this department.
- He is.

What? That-that was before.

I am normal now.

The film tells
a markedly different story.

Detective, if you set out

to record the worst
possible footage

that shows us
in the least favorable light...

Well, if I, if I
may interject, ma'am.

What you're not seeing
in the video

is that we may have
possibly uncovered

a massive drug
ring, so...

Well, I wouldn't say massive
and I wouldn't say drugs.

Well, there was steroids
and hormones type stuff.

I mean, there was
stuff in there

and I suggest that
we get the DEA.

The DE... why would
we want the DEA?

Why do you have a problem
with that?

- Why don't you just call her?
- Call who?

- You know who.
- What? Wh-Why do you slouch when you say it?

I, uh, I happen to be a fan
of interagency cooperation.

Ah.

Riggs,

make the call.

Detective Riggs.

Hey.

You got a haircut.

Oh. I did it myself.
Thanks for noticing.

- Uh-huh.
- Yeah.

So, what's up?

Last I heard,
you were headed south.

Well, that's actually
why I came.

We, uh, missed you
at the parade.

You had a parade?

Oh, a celebration, really.

You know, the end
of the Flores cartel.

I don't know if you heard,
but I kind of went down there

and I just handled that whole

Mexican drug trafficking
thing, so...

You do know there's more
than one cartel.

That can't be true or they
wouldn't have you writing up...

Hey.

Phone conversations
with weed dealers?

Uh, I'm off cartel duty.

They benched you.

Oh, no. I've been benched
from the bench.

Exiled. It's just me and...
tech guy, Robby.

Somebody found out you
gave me the Flores file.

There you go.

Taking credit for everything.

I am perfectly capable
of getting myself benched.

Ah, well, you know, it was
an international incident,

so I just...

Is there a reason you came by?

I did, actually.

I just came by to
ask you or request

the DEA's assistance
on this case.

Um, might need a
whole task force deal.

Uh, pretty sure
it's a major drug ring.

Is that Murtaugh?

Yeah, it's these stupid
cams we have to wear.

- So, this doctor was killed, all right?
- Okay.

So, we go to his clinic
and we find these guys.

Well, this guy was dead
and that guy got away,

but in this room,

they kept the steroids.

Um, the HGH, the HCG...

Stop, stop it. All right.

- The H-H...
- Steroids? Oh, God.

Riggs, did you
really bring me this?

Really... hey.

Come on, this could get you
back in the game.

This could be huge.

- These guys are trafficking...
- No, don't. What are they dealing?

Ointments and creams?

Come on, I'm not the FDA.

You want to do
a red dye number two bust?

Maybe I came at a bad time.

Well, you are very perceptive.

Bye, Riggs.

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

You're missing the concept,
all right?

All your stuff
leaves the house with you.

College is that way.

I understand
the concept.

Look, Claremont's
45 minutes away.

- What if I go to college...
- Mm-hmm.

...but live here?

And why would
we want that?

I mean, I saw
my dorm room.

No AC, cinder-block walls.

One shower for,
like, 12 guys.

It's disgusting.

Look, college is supposed
to be uncomfortable.

All right? It's supposed
to be disgusting and smelly

and the bathroom floor is always
wet and no one ever knows why.

Don't you think
I'll have a better chance

of academic success if
my living situation is stable?

Be surrounded by
the people I love.

I mean,
I-I-I see your point.

I mean, not everything
has to change.

I mean, you're gonna watch
SportsCenter alone every night?

Who's gonna go with
you to the car wash?

Admit it. It's-it's
not a bad idea.

Well, you have a...

Step away from
your father.

Mom, I-I was...

Step away
from your father

and take that box
back in the truck.

Yeah, put the box in the truck.

Try to con me.

- Yep. Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

- Tell me you weren't encouraging him to live at home.
- No.

But, Trish,
don't-don't you think maybe it's possible

- that we could...
- Unequivocally no.

But we can keep
an eye on him.

- He's not smart.
- Baby.

Listen to me.

He needs to
leave the nest.

It's the best thing
for him and for you.

- Me? What-what I got to do with it?
- You.

Sweetie, you can
tell yourself

that if RJ lives
home forever,

your bones won't
get any older.

Or you can let him go to college -

and...

...see someone
about this back.

Mm-hmm.

What are you doing here?

Scorsese found Russian
tattoos on our guy,

so I'm looking at Russians.

Still?
What, did you sleep here?

It's not tomorrow yet, is it?

Close enough.

Listen, I can't leave here

until she leaves here.
You have no excuse.

You okay?
I mean,

as okay as you
normally are?

I think that's our caviar-eating
Russki right there.

Yep. And there's the other one.

Sergei Kryev.

Looks like our boys were
freelancing for the mob.

Okay, so why does
the Russian mafia

kill a plastic surgeon?

Mm, mm? Botched nose job
or a drug ring?

I got to go talk
to that doctor again.

That sounds like
fun. I'm coming.

What? I'm the captain.

I can still do
whatever I want.

Mr. Murtaugh, your
massage therapist is ready.

...the sounds,
the smells, the people.

Actually, I like
being in my office.

It's early.
He may not be in.

Dr. Weller, LAPD.

- Palmer.
- Up.

What are you doing?

I'm arresting Sergei Kryev.

Huh. This is
drug-related.

- Uh-huh.
- I knew it.

You've been following me.

Took you long enough.

Eh, whatever. We got
the band back together.

Are we doing this or what?

We are not.

What? Hey, we got a whole
task force thing going.

What are you talking about?

That Agent Palmer?

Yeah.

Was that...
Agent Palmer?

What are you
doing here?

- And why are you carrying one shoe?
- Yeah.

Can we just focus
on the fact

that Agent Palmer
just stole our case?

Huh? I mean, that is the most
underhanded, backstabbing,

duplicitous agent ever.

Yeah, I know.

She's unbelievable.

So, the three of you
went to the clinic

and you lost
another suspect?

Did I get that math right?

Mm, mm, to be fair,

we didn't lose
another suspect.

We lost the same suspect.

We really, we lost
one suspect twice.

- The... are those scones?
- You know, I am trying

to reconcile procedure here

with any police
procedure anywhere.

It's nice of you to join us.

How was it that

you arrived at the clinic
before your colleagues?

Well...
that's, uh, interesting.

See, I was there,
um, on a hunch.

Uh, sort of in a...

undercover sort of capacity.
Right, Riggs?

Oh, I no longer feel comfortable
with deception, Roger,

now that I've turned
over a new leaf.

He was having a massage,

- but he has lower lumbar issues...
- Oh.

Don't touch my back.

The deputy chief

only wanted to know how
we lost the suspect.

Oh, lost.
Well, we didn't lose him.

He's actually
being interrogated

by our task force partners.

We're trying to, you know,

piece together
who hired him.

So, do you have a name yet?

We're close-ish.

Call Palmer and insist...

...that she gives us whatever
she gets on our prisoner.

That's not how Palmer works.

Look, if I push,
she shuts me out.

- You are already shut out.
- Look,

we got to find
something Palmer wants.

We show it to her, right?
We tease her with it.

And then it'll become her idea
to share her thing with me.

I feel like I'm in the
middle of your foreplay.

I don't like it.

Well, you know what
that tells me?

Hmm?

You don't understand foreplay.

Look, all we have now
is a dead body.

Who was tortured
for information, all right?

We get that information,
we're gold.

What is the body
telling us?

The body is telling us...

...that it was tortured
and it really, really hurt.

- Oh...
- Okay, so, now it's time to make the phone call.

Who's that?

See, she can't get
her guy to talk,

so now she's calling
to see what we have.

Right, so answer the phone.

But not right away.

And act cool.

Be... be casual.

What's going on here?

Hello, Palmer.
What's shakin', bacon?

That is way too casual.

What isn't shaking?

Just taking a break from
interrogating Kryev.

Aw, taking a break.

What a bummer.
So he's not giving you anything.

I wish.
No, I got to take a break

'cause my wrist hurts so bad

from writing as fast
as he's talking.

All right, well, hey, you know,

we're doing the same thing
over here.

We're just, uh, you know,

we're pulling clues

out of this corpse
left and right.

I mean, we got
fibers and...

and DNA and stuff.

Oh, you guys are still
with the corpse, huh?

Why?

Wait, was he tortured?

- You're giving away the farm.
- Change the subject.

Shut up.

Uh, hey,
so it-it-it seems ballsy

to, uh, to walk out of

an interrogation room when
you got your guy talking.

I'm sorry.

Are you saying
that I'm not ballsy

or he's not talking?
'Cause how else would I know

Kryev was working for Russian
mobster, Christian Orloff?

It doesn't take a genius

to figure out

why Orloff's in town.

It's textbook, Palmer.

He killed two doctors
and tortured one.

After they break into
the clinic, the records room,

so, obviously,
he's looking for someone.

Obviously.

A nurse.

- A patient.
- Patient. Patient.

A patient

who had plastic surgery,

changed their identity.

We need patient files.

Right, so...
I'm just gonna subpoena

patient files tomorrow.
Court's closed.

She's typing.

She's not
waiting till tomorrow.

So just gonna call it
a night here.

Yeah, you know,
that's really a good idea.

You should take some time off.
Go get some rest.

Hey, Riggs, you sound like
you're out of breath.

- Are you running somewhere?
- Uh, I'm-I'm...

Are you running to Bailey?

I'm losing you, losing you,
losing you. Bye-bye.

Patient names
for Dr. Harris.

- 55 names.
- Hmm.

Last six months.

21 names.

Okay, guy's on the run
from the mob.

Probably doesn't
want a paper trail.

Yeah, patients
who paid in cash.

Come on, Bailey, you got
this. Come on, Bailey.

Bailey, Bailey.

- Bailey, Bailey.
- Okay, I need you guys to take two steps back.

Never mind. Got it.

One name, Sara Burns,
paid in cash.

- That's her.
- Before surgery.

- There's no after surgery, no address, no nothing.
- Hmm.

W-Where did they send
her, uh, her pain meds?

Her prescription, her post-op
prescription pain...

'cause they-they some...

No, I had a,
a little chin thing done.

- They put too much...
- Okay.

- Just send us the address.
- Let's go. We'll see you.

Tell me you
found the girl.

Kryev was arrested before
we could get to him.

What? Did he
give you anything?

The name of her doctor,
the clinic.

Now she's a blonde.

Blonde?

She can expose our
entire operation,

and now you're telling me
you've narrowed it down

to a blonde with a new face

somewhere in L.A.?

Find the girl

or I start shooting.

I'm sorry. I can't help you.

Oh, don't say "can't."

Why do you keep saying "can't"?
He keeps saying the same thing.

- But we're the good guys.
- Patient information...

Is protected

by privacy laws.

Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am,
there's a line

- and it starts outside.
- Sir, stand firm. You do not have to give information

- to LAPD.
- Nor do you have to give information to the DEA.

Unless he wants to

because I am not here
to bully the man.

Oh, no, no, no, honey,
this is charm.

Southern charm.

- That what that is?
- More foreplay.

Where's your back pain products?

- I thought you were taking time off.
- Aisle one.

Why do I have
to check in with you?

Check in with me?

Maybe I was being...

Sara.

Sara Burns.

Remember me?
We-we met at the clinic.

No.

I... I have a familiar face.

Oh.

Hey, guys, look.

It's Sara Burns

with the familiar face.

Well, hi, Sara.

I'm just... a CPA.

I thought that I'd
landed a dream job

- at Orloff.
- Or with a Russian drug syndicate.

No, I had no idea that...

Okay.

It was six months
before I found

manifests for undocumented
product out of China.

You helped them ship in
boatloads

of highly addictive poison

into this country.
Well done.

Let's try maybe a little less
aggressive approach.

I tried to quit.

And then Orloff himself
came to see me.

He said if I quit,

I'd be killed.

I knew too much.

I did the only thing
that I could.

Yeah?

You stole his money
and bought some boobs.

All right, let's take five.

This little blonde thief
is wasting my time.

Okay, A, that's discrimination
towards blondes.

And B, look at her.

She's terrified.

That's not my problem.
My problem

is Christian Orloff. This is
as close as I'm gonna get.

I need to nail him now.

Oh.

- This is about getting you out of exile.
- Don't...

You're not mad at her,
you're mad at me

because I messed up
your career.

No, this has nothing
to do with you.

And I'm sorry.

Look, I knew
what was gonna happen

when I gave you that file.

I'm a grown-up.

It was my choice.

I screwed up pretty bad,
didn't I?

Yeah, you did.

Um, I was wondering, uh...

what now?

Um... we're all done here.

We'll put you up and we'll
pick this up again tomorrow.

Wait, wait,
I'm... I'm not under arrest?

For ripping off
a drug trafficker?

For... killing Dr. Harris.

Isn't that why I'm here?

When Dr. Harris found out
that Sara was hiding

from the Russians,
he started to extort her.

Threatened to expose her.

So, she put a stop to it
with a syringe.

Murder solved.

It's all right here.

Technically, I guess,

I, uh, brought her in.

Great.

Thanks.

That's it?

No "Good job.

Have a scone."

Detective,
is there a problem here?

Yes, Gina, there is.

Let's talk about the real
elephant in this room.

It is apparent that
ever since you arrived,

you have had it
in for me,

simply because I rejected
your advance.

Excuse me?

My advance?

Hmm. Come on.

You don't remember
we were partners?

For, like, a day.

No, two days.

One night.

Let me refresh
your memory.

Stakeout.
MacArthur Park, 2003.

It is raining outside.

Is this gonna take much longer?

On the radio,

Earth, Wind & Fire's
"September" plays.

But not quite
loud enough.

So we both reach for the volume.

My hand gets there first.

Yours... doesn't retreat.

No, your finger
lingers on mine.

And we both know
that my rejection

of said finger-linger

has grown into the elephant

that exists today.

Right?

I mean, we-we

do both know that.

Roger.

Some professional advice?

Always stop talking

two minutes before you think

you should stop talking.

Okay.

- You know, I'm-a go write that down.
- Mm.

And-and, like,
stick it on a... desk.

Packing or unpacking?

A little of both.

Can I show you something?

Me.

Senior year in high school.

And that girl
loved everything about her life.

Her hair,

her glasses,
her friends, her home.

I thought life couldn't
get any better than that.

I hope you didn't show up
to college in that sweater.

I almost didn't
show up at all.

No, my dad drove me down,

and I refused to
get out of the car.

Because I knew the best parts of
my life would be over if I did.

So how'd he get you out?

Well, two hours later...

he told me I only had to
go to college for one week.

At the end of that week...

I could call him,

and he would come pick me up.

So you-you didn't call?

Hell no, I didn't call.

I didn't call for

- a month.
- What?

Yes. They actually had to send

campus police to my dorm
to make sure I was okay.

- What?
- Mm-hmm.

You have no idea
what's coming next.

But trust me,

it is gonna be amazing.

Hey, what's up?

Taking Sara in for booking?

I thought the
unis did that.

Well, Palmer finally bought into
the task force

aspect of our little
group here, but, uh,

she wants to see it
all the way through,

so she wants
to take her in.

Partially true.

Full disclosure,

I may have an ulterior motive.

You don't want to book Sara?

Well, look, if we book her,

then Orloff's gonna find out
about it,

and he's just gonna
take off for some country

that won't extradite him,
and that's it.

- Do you have a better idea?
- I do.

It's called, "Get Sara to help
us implicate a drug trafficker."

Wow, you have an idea, like,
with a shorter title or...?

- Sara doesn't have anything on Orloff.
- She doesn't,

- so she will have to get something.
- Come on, if we send her in there

- with a wire, Orloff's gonna kill her.
- You boys are forgetting

the very best part
of this whole thing.

She just had
plastic surgery.

He doesn't know
what she looks like.

So we do not send
Sara to Orloff,

we send me in her place.

I'm just saying,

if she changed her appearance,

it would make sense

that she changed
her wardrobe, too.

And I'm just saying,

she didn't necessarily change it
to look like a DEA agent.

Ha-ha, so this is about
my white dress?

Hey, what the hell are you guys

fishing for, Moby Dick?

Todd likes to be prepared.

I'm just saying,

you know, there's still time
to change places.

Orloff doesn't know if you went
full dude with the surgery.

Riggs, are you worried about me

or are you just jealous
I'm having all the fun?

Sara Burns. It's a pleasure
to see you again.

Wow.

Your doctor does good work.

Permission to come aboard?

Yes. Please.

I got Orloff and two bodyguards.

There's three more up top.

Listen,

you stay where I can see you.

Get him to cop
to the trafficking,

and get off that boat.

Even in the textile business,
one must be cautious.

Trusted employees
occasionally steal from you.

They steal money,

shipping manifests.

Well, if you'd been
more cautious

with your
shipping manifest,

I'd still think you were
in the textile industry,

and we wouldn't be here.

She's either baiting him, or
gonna get punched in the face.

That's why you two are
perfect for each other.

You are missed
on the third floor, Sara.

Eric says
he's been swamped

the last two months.

He's testing her.
This is a test.

There is no Eric.

Eric?

No. No, there's no Eric
in accounting.

Do you mean Susie or Phil?
'Cause they probably

could work a little bit harder.

She's good.

I'd believe she's me.

$1 million for my copy

of your shipping manifest
to stay buried.

You can call it a security fee,
write it off.

I wish you'd stayed here, Sara.

Oh.

You'd be a real asset.

Your fee is inside,
along with a swimsuit for you.

Oh.

No, no, I don't swim.

Hmm. It's non-negotiable.

The money you took...

I wish to see
what it paid for.

He's checking her
for a wire.

Don't go inside
that boat, Palmer.

Henry.

All right, are we all
sufficiently uncomfortable now?

How about I put
my clothes back on,

and you give me my money
and you can

keep dealing drugs, deal?

I don't sell them,
I just move them.

And no.

No deal.

He's gonna kill her.

The new deal is that
Henry is going to hurt you,

and keep hurting you
until you tell him exactly

where to find the shipping
manifest you took from me.

Hey, the boat is leaving.

So are we. Hang on.

Good luck.

What are you doing?
Keep her steady.

It's called the ocean, Murtaugh.

We're losing them, go faster!

It doesn't go fa...
it's for fishing!

Dude, I said I had
it under control.

don't go downstairs.

Well, I don't take
instruction well.

Drop the gun,
or I shoot her.

Riggs.

Shoot him, he's gonna
kill me anyway.

Drop it.

Hey, Palmer?

Duck.

Call him Ishmael.

Violations
of L.A. municipal code,

the patient Privacy Act
and maritime law.

If it helps, we may have been
in international waters.

I was mistaken.

This is not
a Detective Murtaugh problem.

Aw...

- Deputy Chief...
- It's a Riggs

and Murtaugh problem.

Oh, it feels so good to hear
someone else say that.

Combined with
a leadership deficit.

Feels so good
to hear someone say that.

So you think I'll get
my office back, when?

Ooh.

We can share mine.

I want my desk.

Did you see that?

Oh, yeah. She put a picture
of her dog in front of Todd.

Is this the new normal?

19-hour day?

No, just finishing up
some paperwork.

Getting ready
to head home.

You were?

Riggs, do you have any idea
what you're avoiding at home?

Look, since I got back

from Mexico, um...

it's a little too quiet
when it's just me.

And it's a little harder
to fake it there.

To fake what?

Being normal?

Healthy?

Well, if it's
any consolation...

...I don't think you're
fooling anyone around here.

You didn't bury
your past

in Mexico.

Just a little piece of it.

You know, sometimes I...

Armed robbery

in West L.A., who wants it?

I got it. Text me the address?

See you later, Doc.

You saw your second set
of sheets, right?

Don't even worry
about it.

I probably won't
change them.

Okay, last box.

- Car's empty.
- Let me take that.

Don't want to see you, uh,
cramp up and collapse.

That's funny.

Roger.

Hey. RJ, right?

I think we're across
the hall from you.

Right. Right, uh, hey.

- Let me get the elevator for you.
- Thanks.

- I'll be right back.
- Mm-hmm.

Co-ed floor?

We're okay with this?

I don't think we have
much say-so anymore.

No. This is not
gonna work.

He's not ready.

I-I think you were right.

Maybe he should stay home
a little longer.

Hey, guys.

There's, uh, a dorm party
starting in, like, two minutes,

so, is it okay if we say
our good-byes, like, now?

- Now?
- Yeah.

Yeah. It's okay. Uh...

Seems like all
the other parents left.

No, he... it's... We have...

He needs an alarm clock,

and that window
does not open.

RJ? Hug your mother good-bye.

Okay. Let go.

I-I'm trying.

All right.

I love you, sweetie, okay?

Go.

Don't forget to call me later.

- Okay?
- All right, come on.

And we're walking.
Don't look back.

He's not that good a son.

Did someone call in
an armed robbery?

See, I'm robbing the place.

And I'm armed.

Right, right.

You know,

if you wanted to call me,
you could've just called me.

And what would've been
the fun in that?

Run.

What?

Hey.
You gonna pay for those?