All language subtitles for Lethal.Weapon.S02E07.720p.WEB.x264-TBS

How's the water?

- Wet.
- Yeah.

- How are the waves?
- Fun.

You ever surf here before?

No, but I'm from Del Mar.

So, think I'll be all right.

Hey, you lost, bro?

Beach is that way.

All right, man.

Private break. Go home
or go to the hospital.

Your choice.

Come here, boy!

How you doing, boy?

Why do you think you can't sleep?

Ugh, I don't know.

Um, waves,

birds... is it illegal

to shoot ravens in-in Los Angeles?

I'd think you'd be used to them by now.

You've been at the beach a while.

Yeah, well, I'm also having
these weird dreams.

Look, if you could just
give me something,

like, maybe prescribe me
something, you know,

that could help me sleep.

What kind of dreams?

Oh, you know, the "yoozh."

Uh, you know.

Burt Reynolds and myself, Loni Anderson,

we're on the set of Cannonball Run.

I'm Dom DeLuise,

which has always been
a little weird to me.

Why does it not surprise me
that you don't want

to take this seriously?

Hey, Doc, there are few things
in this world

that I take more seriously
than Cannonball Run.

Now, look, I haven't slept
in, like, four days,

and I'm just not in the mood
for dream forensics.

So if you could just give me something

to knock my ass out,
I would greatly appreciate it.

You also have addiction issues
I have to consider.

You can't just walk in here

demanding drugs.
That's not how this works.

I can't think straight,

right, a-a-and I carry a gun
for a living.

So it's really a public safety
issue we're dealing with.

Your childhood friends
recently came back in your life.

Have you considered the fact that...

All right.

Sweet dreams.

Not funny.

Well, it's not not funny.

All right.

Riggs.

I will prescribe something
if I think it's appropriate,

when you're ready to talk to me.

Honey, you sleep okay?

No, I did not.

Between Harper's bladder and your phone

buzzing all night...

I may have gotten four hours.

And it doesn't stop. Not even
at 8:00 in the morning.

Who is texting you?

You've been getting a lot
of late-night texts,

and-and if I was an insecure man, I...

What the hell is so funny?

It's a work thing. It wouldn't translate.

Why? Is it a joke in another language?

And how many languages

does your work friend Scott know anyway?

I am so sorry I kept you up.

But did you just sneak
a look at my phone?

I didn't sneak. I thought
you was in a group chat

with Eddie Murphy
and Steve Harvey's mustache.

Scott is a big part of the charity dinner

for the Innocence Project.

And if I've been preoccupied lately,

it's only because I'm trying
to help the men and women

who have spent years
of their life in prison

for crimes they didn't commit.

Tonight is about them.

Tonight?

Oh, I forgot to ask Avery
if I can leave early.

I'm so sorry.

No, baby, it's-it's...

It's okay, really, really.

I will just see you when I get home.

Mwah.

Oh, my goodness.

Come on, Rog.

It's okay, man.

She wasn't even slightly bothered

that I couldn't make it.

She knows I'm suffering.
She could care less.

It's like the whole thing is just...

It's unbelievable is what it is.

Exactly.

Oh, I'm sorry, were you...
were you talking to me?

Yeah, s-since the car there,

about the...

Morning, Detectives.

You two look... not great.

Didn't sleep. Didn't sleep.

Oh, you two aren't sleeping together?

Talk about not-hot gossip.

Dead body. Talk.

Please meet Mr...

I Died from Blunt Force Trauma
to the Head.

Okay, so we got a wetsuit, broken board,

sharp rocks?

Looks like a wipeout. Why are we here?

Because I literally
just picked his brain,

and found shards
of stainless steel in his skull.

Lividity suggests
he died around midnight,

but I'm gonna have to confirm.

Okay, and we'll get his body back to RHD

before the birds have a party with him.

Hey, Riggs, you all right?

Oh, yeah.

Living the dream, buddy.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How'd it go at the beach today?

Scorsese's got the body now.

Hopefully, he'll have something
a little more to go on.

Perfect.

Has Trish mentioned a "Scott" to you?

Some guy she's working with?

No.

You would tell me

if there was something
I needed to know, right?

About what?

Th... about Scott.

I mean, this guy is texting her
all types of hours

- of the night, and...
- And what?

She's giggling.

- Giggle texts.
-

- Not giggle texts.
- Mm-hmm.

Got more info on our dead surfer.

Name's Kyle Kennedy, 29, born and raised

in Del Mar, San Diego.

Still, he should've known better
than to surf that cove.

The Shore Boys are a nasty bunch.

The Shore Boys?

A surf gang in that area.

Yeah, they're gnarlier

than your local, average crew.

Whoa. Surf gang.

Straight outta Malibu.

Shaking in my flip flops.

Actually, it's Palos Verdes.

And these guys can get seriously violent.

I grew up around there,
surfed every chance I got,

but even I knew there were
breaks to stay away from.

I once got jawed there.

You snake that wave?

Brah.

- Brah. Brah.
- Brah.

Hey, hey, stop it. What?

It's embarrassing. You're too old.

- I'm not that old.
- Brah.

Anyways,

since Bowman is familiar,
maybe a little too familiar

with the lay of the land,
how about we run point on this?

Yes. We'll shred this case.

"Shred" is surf slang.

I-I know. Wait, where's Riggs?

I sent him home. He needs some sleep.

I told him, "Go get a nap."

Minus his baba.

Okay. Is there anything else?

Yeah, there's a neighbor
who lives on the beach

who filed several complaints
against some rowdy surfers,

and a restraining order
against a Cody Lewis.

Okay. You and Bowman go look
into these Shore Boys.

And Riggs and Murtaugh
will talk to the neighbor.

Wait a minute.

The "B" team gets gang duty,

and Riggs and I get the
noise complaint guy?

Dude.

Chillax.

Surf lingo.

Hell of a view.

But all it reminds me of, these days,

is that the beach and ocean
aren't safe anymore.

Because of the Shore Boys gang?

That's right.

Hey, uh, you mind if I, uh...

use your fancy, little sophisticated, uh,

thingamacoffee?

Yeah, um...

Help yourself.

The Shore Boys are a menace.

I know they like to say that
they're protecting the beach

and their precious waves for locals,

but all they are...

just a bunch of alcohol-

and drug-abusing violent thugs...

That's a little complicated.

It's okay. I'm an industry
professional. Thank you.

Anyway, the police come out,
and they just issue warnings.

No one ever gets arrested. It's a joke.

Who's Cody Lewis?

He's the ringleader. Some people

around here,
my son included, seem to think

that he's God's gift to the waves

but everything ugly that happens
at the beach or in this town,

I guarantee you,

Cody is a part of it.

Innocence Project dinner.
You're going to this?

Yeah. $10,000 a ticket

and the food sucks.

But it's for a great cause.

That's my son, Austin.

Any kids, Detective?

- Three.
-

Sometimes it feels like four.

What do you want me to do?

What do you want me to do? It won't stop.

- Hey. Earth to Austin.
- What the hell?

These men are detectives.

They're here about
the body that was found

on the beach yesterday.
You know anything about that?

Nope.

Sorry,

but my son has taken to spending
most of his time surfing

with Cody Lewis and the boys.

And as you can see...

God!

It's, uh, the, uh...

Oh!

That thing is complicated.

- Excuse us, he hasn't been sleeping.
- For sure.

Oh, who needs sleep? It's overrated.

Uh, can you tell us
where we can find Cody Lewis?

No, but I can show him to you.

A few months ago, I had
these cameras installed

so I could collect video footage

Stop that. so I could show
the city so they could start

to enforce a curfew.

I want my beach back.

Yes, right there.
That's Cody right there.

I just wish the cameras had audio.

I say we hear him loud and clear.

Loud and clear!

Bad guys! I'm gonna catch these bad guys.

You think I can get a cup of that to go?

Murtaugh and Riggs are on their way.

You sure your boy Cody will show up?

Uh, no, but this is like Shore Boys HQ.

With any luck, you know, he'll show up,

and his buddies will be here.

- Bowman.
- Hey.

Okay, that's your third
high five since we got here.

What's up?

I'm just a guy people like to high-five.

I'm high-five-able.

"High-five-able."

Yeah, it's my thing.

Top shelf. No charge.

Thanks, but, uh...

we're actually on duty.

You know him?

Not personally.

Professionally?

He's the guy who punched the
shark. You're Bowman, right?

Wasn't a punch, more of a shove.

You shoved a shark?

Yeah, and he saved five kids

who were surfing nearby.

It was just two kids, and they
were great swimmers, you know.

They saved themselves, really.

We're actually looking for Cody Lewis.

Uh, late 20s, long brown hair.

Don't know him.

Punched-out-a-shark guy!

Riggs, that's Cody!

Got him.

Hey, why are you running? We got a car.

Hey, Rog. This is more fun.

Hey.

What the hell? Hey, my board.

Really?

Easy, man. What's the matter,
too much caffeine?

Or you just hate ravens?

The caffeine's starting to wear off.

Come on.

So you beat the guy up
because he surfed your cove?

That's...

I had words with some Del Mar kook, yeah.

So, what, he's pressing
charges 'cause he's scared?

Sounds about right.

An-And it's your cove? Is that right?

Look, I grew up in P.V.
surfing that beach.

Now these hedge fund millionaires

and trust fund kids show up

and want to take lessons there?

They're not just stealing our waves.

All right, you got to understand
this is who we are.

That beach, those waves.

Listen, Cody,
do yourself a favor, all right.

I don't think you're the guy.

But you need to tell me
which one of your Shore Boys

put a blade in this dude's head
so we can move forward.

Blade? What?

Your Del Mar kook, he ended up
dead on the beach last night,

and we've got security footage
of you roughing him up.

See, it just doesn't
look good for you, Cody.

Look, I-I-I pushed him, sure,

but I never saw him again.

And wh-what-what- what footage?

We got security footage
of a house down the beach.

From Tom Noble?

Man, that guy will say
anything to mess with us.

He just blames me 'cause his son wants

nothing to do with him.

So, what, it's my fault

that Noble's kid hates him

'cause he's a lousy father?

No, no, it's not against the law

to be a terrible dad... if it was,

it'd make my job a lot more difficult.

So, if you had nothing to do with this,

then, where were you at last night?

The cove, surfing, like always.

I wasn't out long, though.

I took a spill and got cut.

I thought it was the rocks,
but it was actually

Tom Noble's sunken boat.

I needed five stitches.

You can ask the hospital if you want.

When did Noble's boat sink?

Don't know, but it couldn't
have been there long.

I'm out every day. I'd have seen it.

If I knew you guys were coming,

I would have cleaned up a little.

Don't worry, we won't be here long.

Is it possible that the cause of death

was propeller blade?

Possible. And can I just say

this guy has an unusually thick skull,

so it was no small feat

for me to get in his head,
but with a lot of patience and

this pretty sweet vibrating bone saw.

- Ooh.
- Hey, hey, Scorsese,

just... what did you find?

Okay.

Alloy of aluminum,

and stainless steel, along with other

corrosion-resistant materials,

which are used to operate in sea water,

so, yeah, your theory is plausible.

Propellers rotate, like a turning screw.

This guy definitely got screwed.

Okay, so you go check out the boat,

and I'll keep an eye
on Noble at the charity.

Are you going to go spy on your wife

'cause you think she's cheating?

No.

What?

Trish cheating? Mm-mm.

Thank you.

That's right, she's too classy for that.

She'd just leave you.

Plus, you know, cops' wives,

they never know when you're gonna just,

like, die on the job, so they
tend to have a backup plan.

Or a backup man.

Hey-oh!

Not helpful.

Go.

Not helpful.

We can celebrate another time.

I'm looking for my wife, Trish Murtaugh.

One moment.

I need a 20 on Mrs. Murtaugh.

Uh, she's with Scott
in his dressing room, that way.

LAPD.

What the hell is going on here?

Roger, what are you...?

Scottie Pippen.

Scott is Scottie?!

Chicago Bulls. Six rings.

Oh, my God, Scottie Pippen!

- Mm-hmm.
- Scottie Pippen!

Scott, this is my husband, Roger.

Roger, nice to meet you.

Your wife is amazing.

You're amazing.

Scott is our keynote speaker tonight.

It's Scottie. Sorry about that.

You know, she don't know what we know.

I can put up the last shot
in a packed arena,

but giving speeches, I freeze up.

No, not anymore. Not tonight.

You... You're gonna be great, Scott.

No, Scottie. And she's right.

You know what,

you are Scottie freakin' Pippen!

- You follow me, player?
- No, not really.

You think Michael Jordan would
have put up all those points

if he didn't have you by his side?

Yeah, probably.

Okay, but B.J. Armstrong
certainly wouldn't.

- True.
- Okay.

So now you got to get
into your head, man.

You go out there and you give it to 'em.

You got this... intensity,
heart, defense, let's go!

Roger.

My reading glasses are broke.

How am I gonna read my speech?

You know what, we will just

make the words bigger on the card.

I'm sorry, Scott.

And he's got this, right, honey?

It's gonna be... yeah.

When police departments

cannot be held accountable,

there is no man-to-man defense

capable of protecting any of us.

It's time a technical foul
was called on law enforcement.

- Corny.
- I wrote that.

When they profile and arrest
innocent men and women...

That's annoying.

That's your phone.

- My...
- It's this guy, this guy next to me.

Um...

uh, because of...

I'm gonna have to take a 20.

This better be important.

Arrest Tom Noble. I just found a bunch

of cocaine on the sunken boat.

- You sure it's his?
- Positive.

Arrest his ass.

Get off the phone.
Okay. I'm sorry, it's...

Excuse me for that.

To continue, I just want to say

there is hope.

We are freeing
more innocent people each year,

like the five men and women sitting here.

Tom Noble,

- you are under arrest.
- For what? I've done nothing wrong.

Yeah, like everyone else in prison.

Except these fine people right here.

I'm sorry about your incarceration.

How about it for Scottie Pippen, huh?

Why am I here?

Well, Tom, we found your boat

sunken in front of your beach house,

filled with 30 kilos of cocaine.

And a chunk of flesh on the propeller

matches our victim.

Oh, we don't
have a positive I.D. on that.

Mr. Noble reported

that his boat was stolen two days ago.

He did?

Here's a copy of the police report,

which, clearly, you did not have.

Huh.

So, maybe you should spend your time

investigating that crime

instead of harassing my client.

Yeah, um, give us a second.

The drugs was his, right?
Positively, now.

Well, they were positively
on the boat, yes.

His stolen boat?

It's a wrinkle, Rog, I'm aware.

My apologies to Mr. Noble.

You're free to go, but
if you plan on leaving town

for any reason, just please let us know.

Told you, Cody Lewis and the Shore Boys

are behind all of this.

What is wrong with you two?

That is a rookie move
to bring him in here

without anything else.

His rookie move.

And because of it, now neither Trish

nor Scottie Pippen is talking to me.

- You know Scottie Pippen?
- Yeah.

He thinks Trish is hooking up with him.

No. Not-not anymore.

Oh, Scott is Scottie?

- And vice versa.
- Yeah, yeah.

And I said if she's gonna cheat on him,

Scottie Pippen I'm all right with.

I more than encourage that.
I-I-I applaud it.

Have you seen his hands?
His fingers are like that.

- He's got huge feet.
- Hey, hey.

Hey! It's the wife. It's not funny.

All right, it's funn... well, whatever.

I'm gonna go find out
who stole Noble's boat.

Tomorrow. Go home.

Get some sleep.

I've already missed my window.

Right? I couldn't pass out
if I wanted to at this point.

Want me to knock you out?

I would love to see you try.

If I shot him...

There she is, my little sweet potato.

Look, I am sorry about the way I behaved.

Please accept these dozen long-stem roses

and this bottle of Chateau Baudin,

which cost

RJ's next semester in college.

You traumatized Scottie Pippen.

I know.

But not like the Detroit Pistons did

back with the bad... no.

That's a basketball joke
that we're not gonna do no more.

It's not funny, Roger.

I know.

Look, I'm sorry.

And you know what, maybe, just maybe,

I helped raise more money

for the Innocence Project

by showing the real problem
with law enforcement.

I'm just saying.

You...

are lucky

you are going to get a taste

of this at all.

Hmm. I'm thirsty.

Roger, what are you do...

What?!

Why is he texting you

winky, kissy face emojis?

The event is over.

We are still friends, Roger.

Friends don't text suggestive emojis.

Oh, so what you're really saying
is you don't trust me.

After all these years, really?

Give me my phone.

Good night, Roger.

Hey, hey, Trish.

Baby, I'm sorry.

All right?

What about my, my taste?

Oh, a taste.

You might not get a taste
for a long time.

Long, honey.

Oh, it's gonna be so long. Mm.

Mm-mm.

That's a lot of longs.

Get up, boy.

Made you breakfast.

Man, you was tossing
and turning all damn night.

You still afraid of the dark, aren't you?

Oh, you remember when your mama died?

You made me

leave your closet light on,

but you still cried

your little punk ass
to sleep, didn't you?

Yeah, you did.

Well...

Get it while it's hot.

Well, go on, son.

You need to eat.

I fixed it for you.

It's good.

Oh.

Spit out all you want, son.

But you got me in you...

and always will.

What are you doing here?

Same as you, I couldn't sleep.

Yeah, I've been having these nightmares.

About what?

My old man.

No, I don't want to talk about it.

Surprise, surprise.

Hey, um...

sorry for jumping the gun on Noble.

And for ruining Trish's event.

An apology?

I must be dreaming.

Is she still pissed?

Oh, yeah.

You ever send cute emojis,
like little winky eyes,

to someone who's supposed to be a friend?

Yeah, me either.

Before I passed out,

I was going through Noble's record

and I found a possession charge.

Drugs found in a 2007 Jetta.

2007.

Unpaid speeding ticket.
Driver: Austin Noble.

Kid gets busted. Dad takes the rap.

Guess not everybody had
a nightmare for a father.

I was heading out to the boat, all right?

I saw someone come out of the water,

one of the cops who came
to talk to my dad.

He took the bricks.

Austin, you're the one who told me

to use your daddy's boat,
your daddy's cove,

and there's cops sniffing around?!

Dude, you're the one who ran
over the surfer with the boat,

- which is why the cops...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I'm gonna stop you right there

because I'm sensing a little attitude.

Is that attitude, Austin?

Here's a better question.

How you gonna pay me back
for the coke the cops took?

That's on you.

Duke, come on, man.

You know I don't have that kind of money.

But your daddy does.

What you think, Austin?

How much is a son worth to his father?

Duke, come on. My dad's got
nothing to do with this, man.

I will get you your money.
Come on, I will get you your money.

What the hell are you doing?

Looking for free samples.
Right?

I know the drug companies
have to give you tons of those.

You broke into my office
and you're looking for drugs.

Well, you're late for work,
which is very unprofessional.

Look, I just need something
that can help me...

Sleep, yes, I know, but as I said...

No, not sleep.

Stay awake, right?

Just like a, uh...

- Amphetamine?
- Yes, an amphetamine.

Just till I close the case. Please?

Are you still having the same nightmare?

Basically,

and I promise to come in here,

and sit on that couch

and talk to you about it

as soon as I close that case.

You can talk to me now.

Okay? Please, look,

if-if you could describe
this nightmare with one word,

- what would it be?
- Breakfast.

Ooh.

Tea? This early in the morning?

Really? Come on, Cahill.

Got a hit on Austin's phone.

He's heading in this direction.

I can't believe you literally
punched a shark in the mouth.

I got to admit,
that's super badass.

Ah, not really.

Come on, Bowman,
you don't have to be humble.

You're a hero.

Just take the free drinks and run.

It was a dolphin.

I'm sorry, what?

I punched a dolphin, not a shark.

Wait, are you serious?

Because everybody...

Thinks it was a shark. I know.

It was huge and gray and it had that

big fin thing.

Mistakes happen, you know.

You see a dorsal fin...

Bailey, I could've taken out its eye.

What does a dolphin do

without peripheral vision, huh?

Can you see over there?

Yes, because I have two eyes.

No, Riggs and Murtaugh said he drives

a 2007 Jetta, right?

That's him. He's pulling over.

Get out of the car!

Hands on the wheel!

Out of the car, hands on your head.

Slow and easy, Austin.

Put your hands up.

Turn around.

Why you driving Austin's car, Cody?

Where's Austin now?

I don't know, man.
I'm looking for him, too.

We were supposed to surf this morning,

but I went down to the beach

and his board was just
sitting in the sand

next to his phone and car keys.

Anybody else looking for Austin?

Not that I know of.

But what?

Austin's been hanging out

with these other guys lately.

Skinheads. Pretty hard-core.

You know anything
about those guys pushing

large quantities of coke?

Give us a name.

Duke Rawlings.

That's the leader of that skinhead gang.

I told Austin he was bad news,

but he bought from him anyway,

and then he started doing him,
you know, favors.

Favors like using his dad's boat
to move drugs?

Yeah, maybe.

Your son has been associating

with a guy named Duke Rawlings.

He's got connections
to the Aryan Brotherhood.

Aryan Brotherhood? No.

He is messed up, and he...

he's probably an addict,
but he's no racist.

Where's your son now?

I don't know.

He called before.

He said...

he said he was...

He said what?

Said he'd been kidnapped

and that he needed money.

I didn't believe him, so I hung up.

Nice. Father of the year.

I didn't think it was real.

He's been lying to me for years.

And every penny I've ever given him

has always gone right up his nose.

So when do you stop throwing money

at the problem and then just
throw in the towel? When?

How about never?

He was a great kid.

Growing up, we used to be close.

And then his mother died
and I don't know...

I just wasn't good enough.

That's him.

It's a Skype request.

Answer it.

But don't let 'em know that we're here.

Dad...

you need to wire them
a million dollars...

or they're gonna kill me.

Dad, please...

Don't hurt him! Please!

Hey, hey, hey...

Dad, please!

You have one hour,

or we're gonna take his hand.

Dad, please!

Please, Dad!

What's taking so long?

Need the IP address
they sent the Skype from.

Here you go.

Yeah.

All right, we just took that right.

Okay, thanks, Bailey.

She said it should be just up here.

Well,

we have a few choices:

birds, plants or pizza delivery?

Tweet-tweet.

Tweet-tweet.

Hey! What the hell are you doing?!

Red-breasted sapsucker.

What'd you call me?

Oh, no, not you, my friend.

The bird that I'm hunting.

And by hunting, I mean bird-watching.

Do I look like I care about birds?

My, my, my!

I think I just saw two more...

sapsuckers!

You better turn and run, now.

Yeah, you know,
I would love to, but, but the,

the bird that I'm really looking for

actually flies to the
southwest corner every winter.

Hey!

You still afraid of the dark, boy?

Still afraid of me.

Austin?

Gonna be okay, buddy.

Duke went after him

and drove right over him
with the propeller.

Then I just watched him drown.

What's gonna happen to him?

He won't be charged with murder.

Just possession and intent to distribute.

So he'll end up doing time?

Yeah.

But he's cooperating,
and that's gonna help.

He's going to need you now more
than ever to get through this.

I know.

Never stops.

Being a father.

We're moving Austin to booking.

You can have a few minutes alone
with him now if you like.

Yes, thank you.

And thank you, Detective,
for bringing Austin back alive.

The Rawlings gang
seems to be connected to

a range of other criminal
activities and hate groups.

- Okay. I'll go get some coffee.
- No.

It can wait till tomorrow.

Why? I can do this.

- I'm ready to jump in.
- You're just trying to avoid

going home to see Trish.

Huh-uh.

Do you know what I liked

about being your partner all those years?

The way I used to dive
feet first into the car?

How we trusted each other.

Go home.

Apologize to your wife.

I have.

Then do it again.

And trust your partner.

- Here you go.
- What's this?

Reports of vicious dolphin attacks

over the last five years.

Cute, but they can turn on you.

I don't get it.

Who's to say you didn't save those kids?

Besides, I'm not even sure
dolphins have peripheral vision.

Really?

They go by smell.

Their eyes are purely cosmetic.

Seriously?

No.

Dolphin puncher.

Stop.

- Flipper slayer.
- Not funny.

Not not funny.

Permission to enter?

I'm on an apology tour.

Who was first?

Scottie Pippen.

I got his number from your office.

And we're cool.

Hey. I should've trusted you.

It's just, I love you so much,

- and it...
- Makes you completely insane?

Yes.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yes.

Hey, why didn't you tell me

it was Scottie in the first place?

Um, because you would've gotten
all goofy about meeting him.

You do that with every
pro athlete you worship.

Goofy?

That's... that don't sound like me.

Magic Johnson?

The hug?

Hey, if hugging Magic is wrong,

I don't want to be right.

Michael Jordan?

- What?
- You wept.

So did he!

When he won an NBA title.

Not at a sneaker signing.

We are emotional men, MJ and I.

We both share that. And the bald head.

- Look...
- Hmm?

I, uh... I'm sorry.

I let my insecurity cloud my judgment

and embarrass you with Scottie.

And Magic Johnson.

And Magic Johnson.

And Michael Jordan.

- Please stop.
-

Stop what?

- Stop this?
- Mm-mm.

What?

Oh! It's Scottie.

Oh, my... Scottie?

Yeah, we've been texting.

- Oh, my...
- He's hilarious.

- What?
- Yeah.

You think he would think
it's funny if I sent him

a winky kissy emoji?

- I'm-a do it.
- No, baby.

You shouldn't.

What?

He sent me back, like...

four eggplants?

What? Honey, give me this thing.

No, he didn't.

It's a... what does that mean?

Wake up, boy.

That a boy.

You should have done this
a long time ago.

Do it.

Do the thing you really want to do.

Or don't you have the guts?

Do it!

Okay.

Maybe we should talk.