All language subtitles for LETHAL Weapon - S01 E13 - The Seal is Broken (720p - BluRay)

That feels good.

It's my wife.

Hey, babe.

No, still at work.

It's these
high-frequency traders.

I've got to clean up their mess.

No, you can go ahead
and eat without me.

I, uh... I'll find
something here.

All right.

Okay, I love you, too.

You're such a big, bad liar.

I know.

I need to be punished.

- We good for next week?
- I'm always good for next week.

Did I forget the gratuity?

I gave you an extra $50.

Who the hell are you?

I'll be making turkey
sandwiches in my sweats

I'll be making turkey
sandwiches in my sweats

And I'll be using high-fat mayo
'Cause Trish is upstairs sleeping

You'll be making a turkey
sandwich in your sweats

- Who are you?
- Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.

I was just on my way out.

- I'm Feather.
- Feather?

If Riana had a friend named
Feather, I would have remembered.

- Who's Riana?
- "Who's Riana?"

Okay, that takes me
back to my first question.

Who are you?

Feather, you forgot your belt.

- Dad, you're up.
- Yeah, I'm up.

I was just getting to
know your friend, Feather.

Sorry. I'm such a space case.

We were just upstairs.

- Yeah, making decorative belts.
- Studying.

Otherwise, how would
someone just lose their belt,

like, "Poof, my belt is gone!"

You're hilarious, Mr. Murtaugh.

It's Detective Murtaugh.

Not that hilarious.

Can I just say,
we're all adults here.

Oh, are we?

You raised a great young
man. You should be proud.

Bye, babe.

- Dad, let me explain. We had...
- I know what you had.

You had the audacity to
bring a girl in my house

while your mother and
I are up there sleeping.

And you think we
wouldn't find out?

- It's not a big deal.
- "It's not a big deal."

- Well, guess what?
- I'm grounded forever.

Maybe longer.

We'll talk about this
tomorrow. Get upstairs.

Morning.

Yup.

That's what it is.

- You got somewhere to be?
- Uh, yeah, I got this thing that I, uh,

just completely forgot about.

Yeah, look, there's
some OJ in the fridge.

No, do not drink the OJ
that is in that refrigerator.

Um...

My boy got some
action last night!

What? Who did?

RJ.

Not only is he Princeton-bound,

but it turns out he's inherited
his dad's charms with the ladies.

- That's good news.
- Yeah, that's what...

What in the...

Is that a bathing
suit you've got on?

All my pants were all stained up, and I
didn't want to look unprofessional, so...

Okay, you know, what's unprofessional
is you blinding me with those pasty legs.

Exactly. They need
a little vitamin D.

Riggs, you're gonna tell me

that this right here is not
even a little weird even for you?

This line of questioning is a
little weird and uncomfortable.

Okay, it's gonna
be that kind of day.

Okay, so who is he?

Dale Reynolds, 35, had quite a party
followed by an accidental overdose.

Or not so accidental.

The bluish skin, bleeding foam
around his mouth all point to an OD,

but check out the
knot on the tourniquet.

It's on the outside of his
arm, which means he had help.

- What you got there, legs?
- A wedding ring stuffed in his pocket.

Dale Reynolds, you
cheating bastard.

Okay, well, someone had to be
the last person to see him alive,

so let's find that girlfriend,
boyfriend, intern, escort...

Nice place you got here.

And make sure
that you call his, uh...

- His wife. Yeah.
- Yeah.

Tell her we found her
husband dead in a hotel room

smelling like another
woman's cheap perfume.

I'm on it.

Is that what that smell is?

It doesn't seem to be
coming off the corpse.

I think it's coming from...

Riggs?

Sinner.

- Me?
- No, him.

Bailey, what have you got?

There's security footage of a van
arriving and leaving the hotel garage

that times out with our killer.

- Okay. Do you have a plate?
- Partial, and we're looking into it.

Good enough news.

Mr. City Attorney, in the house.
What a rare, unexpected treat.

- Did I know you were...
- I just thought I'd pop in.

Awesome. You heard
we caught a grisly one.

You here to scrub in?

We need to talk.

I have concerns.

Never a great opening.

Martin Riggs.

- How's he doing?
- Riggs?

He's... He's doing well.

Adjusting to the culture. He
should be here any minute.

You could ask him yourself.

I intend to.

But I want to
hear from you first.

Make sure there aren't any issues
I should have heard about already.

None...

None that I can think of

off the top of my head.

- If you're sick, you should go home.
- I'm not sick.

- You threw up.
- Barely. It was more like a cleanse.

Look, all I'm saying is
that you're not yourself.

And when you are
yourself, you're barely...

Roger, you know Ronnie Delgado?

He had some concerns
about your partner, Riggs.

- I was hoping you could...
- Why? 'Cause he wore shorts today?

Shorts?

Roger, maybe you
could tell the City Attorney

how well your partner's doing.

Is he drinking?
Behaving erratically?

Riggs? Drinking?

I don't know what he does
after hours, but, yeah...

You're asking, "Is he drinking
during the day?" Is what you're asking?

- Where is he?
- Hmm.

He's probably doing paperwork.

- He loves paperwork.
- Does a lot of paperwork.

- I'm gonna see if I can find him.
- Good idea.

- Good idea.
- I think you can.

Riggs?

Are we okay?

Oh, hey, Doc. Yeah, just
another day in paradise.

What are you doing
under a vending machine?

Well, I needed a break,
and this is the break room.

And now I'm trying
to get this little...

Got it.

So is this it?

- Have we finally arrived at rock bottom?
- No, there's still some places to go.

Oh, Duke.

How'd we do?

I got most of what you
wanted, except for your wallet.

- I couldn't find it.
- No worries. Thanks, buddy.

Oh, okay, so you're eating floor chips,
and you sent a uni to retrieve your pants.

Oh...

A wool cap. It is
getting chilly outside.

Duke!

This is looking like a
pretty clear cry for help.

Well, as usual,
you're not wrong.

- Would you like to help me out?
- Yes. Yes, I would.

Well, apparently, I've
misplaced my wallet,

and I'm starving,

so if I could borrow a
buck, that would be great.

I'm sorry, Riggs.
All I have is a $10.

No problem, that will work
perfectly. One successful cry for help.

Be honest. Is he getting worse?

I don't know. It's Riggs.

One minute, I think
he's doing better.

The next minute, he has me
jumping off a skyscraper into a pool.

So worse. You're saying worse.

No, what I'm saying is, I'm
too busy trying to stay alive

to crack the mystery of
the shorts-wearing detective.

All right, fair enough. But now
Delgado's got his eyes on him.

Remember, I put you two together

so that you could lift Riggs
up, not so that he would...

Bring me down?

Heroin?

It wasn't his doing.

Your husband was murdered
by a forced overdose.

And, um, what about
the woman, hmm?

And the hotel room,
was that his doing?

Was there anyone that
had it out for your husband

or had a grudge against
him? Anything like that?

A couple of months ago,

somebody threw a brick through
our window in the middle of the night.

Okay, that's a start.
Do you know who?

No, but Dale did.

He said that it was a work thing

and that I shouldn't worry,

that he would get
a restraining order.

Suspect's name is Ben Garvey.

He's got a restraining order,

and he's got a warrant for
violating said restraining order.

Perfect, a daily double.

- Ben Garvey?
- Yeah!

Of the brick-throwing Garveys?

Hey. LAPD.

We need to ask you a few
questions about Dale Reynolds.

Yeah, sure. Okay, um,
just give me a second.

All right.

Split up.

- Give me...
- Uh...

Hey!

- Hey, that was...
- Drop it!

I'm not going to jail for
violating some restraining order.

You're right.

You're going to jail for the
murder of Dale Reynolds.

Riggs. No, no, no!

Ow!

I honestly thought
that tarp would hold.

Yeah. It's the tarp's fault.

Not just nails. Two
types of screws

and an Allen wrench.

You're lucky.

- No, luck had nothing to do with it.
- Ha!

I mean, you know, perp had a
nail gun pointed at my partner.

I had no choice.

Really? "No choice"?

Didn't we just talk about our
choices, about playing it safe,

or was I imagining that?

My options weren't great.

Oh, you had options.

How about trusting
your partner, huh?

How about waiting for backup?
Shooting the guy in the leg?

But, no, you had to take the one
where we plummeted off a building,

through a tarp,
into a box of nails!

I made sure that it was
a controlled plummet.

- Oh, you made sure.
- Yeah, I made sure.

Because you got X-ray vision and you saw
what was on the other side of that tarp?

You had no idea
where we were landing!

So, uh, I'm just gonna
go recalibrate the forceps.

I think she just made that up.

You know what, Riggs?

There's gonna come a time when there's
nothing on the other side of that tarp,

and I'm not letting you
bring me down with you.

Now get dressed.

We have a suspect
to interrogate.

Dale Reynolds was a snake.

He cheated on his wife
with my kid sister, Cynthia.

And that's why you killed him?

I didn't kill him.

Are you getting mixed
signals from this guy?

I'm confused. I don't...

The son of a
bitch killed Cynthia.

He introduced her to heroin.

So your sister OD'd.

- And that's why you killed him.
- The same way he killed Cynthia.

I already told you,
I didn't kill him,

even though I hated him,
and I wished he was dead.

See, this is where we get into, like,
that whole confusing problem area.

Mr. Garvey,

where were you between the
hours of 8:00 and 10:00 last night?

I was at church.

I mean, that's either the greatest
alibi of all time or the worst.

I genuinely don't know.

Hi. Welcome to St. Valens. The
soup kitchen is down this walkway.

Yeah, we're LAPD.

Which doesn't mean
we don't like soup, Rog.

Do I detect a chowder?

We're looking for
Darryl Patterson.

Father Patterson? Yeah,
he's in the main sanctuary.

And, yeah, it's a fish chowder.

With the little tiny crackers?

Bailey has a lead on the van.
I'm gonna check in with her.

So is that a yes or
no on the crackers?

Riggs.

I'm on it.

Ben Garvey?

Yeah, I saw him here
most of the evening.

I heard his confession.
Then he sat in on mass.

What did he confess to?

Come on, Detective. You
know I can't tell you that.

Sacred seal of confession.

Come on, Father.

That's just a wooden box.

It's not about the box. It's about
what happens when you step inside.

- You'd be surprised.
- Yeah?

You walk in,
unload all your crap,

and you walk out a clean slate.

It seems a little
too easy to me.

Well, it's an
oversimplification.

You're welcome to try.

Money back guarantee
if it doesn't help.

I'll pass.

Look, you've got a
fairly large congregation.

How would you know if a guy like
Ben Garvey slipped out during mass?

What is it you think he did?

The man he blames for killing
his sister was murdered last night.

Well, I'm sorry
to hear that. I...

I know Ben struggled with Cynthia's
loss, but I also know, in my heart,

he couldn't do
something like that.

Unfortunately, what
we know in our hearts

doesn't necessarily qualify
as hard evidence, Father.

Our evening mass
is live-streamed.

Ben Garvey sits up front.

Would a time-stamped video

qualify as hard evidence?

Yeah, that would be great if we
could get those videos, Father.

Thank you for your time.

You're welcome back
any time, Detective.

I think we're too late.

Okay, I'm gonna call it in.

Hey, Bailey, yeah,
we got the van.

Looks like the same guy.

It could be another victim.

- Rog!
- Huh?

Come here.

Come on.

Here we go. Come on.

On the house.

"WWOOFing"?
What the hell is that?

It stands for World Wide
Opportunities of Organic Farms.

And you're gonna give up Princeton
because you wanna be a farmer?

What about your
education, honey?

Why can't you go to
college and have a garden?

- Do that! Grow your own food.
- Yeah.

And then we don't have
to pay for a meal plan.

That's not how it works.

You live on farms
all around the globe.

And me and Feather are going to start
in New Zealand and work our way around.

- Feather, the girl from the other night?
- Yeah, the one that lost her belt.

What? She lost her belt?
You didn't tell me that.

- Where did her belt go, RJ?
- Where did the belt go?

You guys are being ridiculous.

Okay, look.

I get it.

You're on this road, and
you meet this exciting girl,

and she says, "Hey,
you know what?

"There's a whole world
out there if you go off-road."

Maybe I don't like
the road I'm on.

Maybe Princeton is your dream.

I need to figure out
what's mine, what I want.

Well, I want to get back to
the belt. That's what I want.

- The thing is, you can get lost, okay?
- Mmm-hmm.

You can go off-road
and never make it back.

- Yeah.
- People do.

Howdy.

Was this planned?

What? Ooh, dinner.

It's not a good time, Riggs.

- We're having a family...
- Crisis.

- Yeah.
- Oh, I'm great in a crisis.

Yes, Riggs, please, I can't
talk to these people anymore.

Oh, come on, they're all right. I
mean, your dad can be a little chatty,

but I did not come empty-handed.

Martin, you didn't have to.

Oh, forget it. So, uh,
what's the problem?

Besides all that, RJ
wants to blow off college.

I want to see the
world with my girlfriend.

And we're gonna
start in New Zealand.

Ooh, New Zealand.

Wellington, the
capital? Beautiful.

- Go for it.
- Thank you.

Crisis averted.

All right, let's eat. I'm
going to grab a plate.

Anybody need anything?

Feather, huh?

- Somebody named her that?
- Yeah.

That's a name, all right.

He's out there filling RJ's head with
more foolishness, if that's even possible.

- I'm going to go put an end to this.
- Roger, don't.

Don't interfere.

If we push, RJ will push back.

So what do we do,

just sit back while his
life goes down the drain?

No, it's a phase.
RJ will turn around.

I mean, when he finds out how
much a ticket to New Zealand costs.

You love her?

I do.

Never let her go.

- You hear me?
- Yeah.

- We have plans to go...
- What did I just say?

You said, "Never let her go."

Bingo.

"Feather."

She spell it with a P-H?

What's going on with Riggs?

The drinking?

That much drinking.
He's drowning in it.

I've never seen
it this bad before.

He should sleep on the couch.

Or in the garage.

The couch.

Or the driveway.

Hey, you good?

Mmm-hmm.

Okay, I've got some pillows
and sheets and stuff for you.

Oh, no need. I'm a
simple man, buddy.

No, the sheet is for
the couch. Not you.

Oh.

- Yup, yup, yup.
- No, no, no.

- You get your boots.
- All right.

I got this.

- You all right?
- Mmm-hmm.

Look at this little...

This little palace you've made.

Okay.

Hey.

If you wake up in a couple hours
and you think about driving home,

do me a favor. Don't.

Okay?

I cheated on my wife.

What?

Last night.

I drank too much

and, uh...

I mean, I didn't intentionally
do it, but I cheated on her.

Do you want to talk about it?

We just did.

Could you hit
those lights for me?

For someone who was
buried alive, she's doing okay.

Vitals are stable, but she could
be out for another couple of days.

- I'll call you if anything changes.
- Thank you.

Same van.

Same message left
at the scene. "Sinner."

So it wasn't Garvey.

We have one less suspect
and one more victim.

What do we know about her?

Valerie Rausch, 48,
never married, pays taxes,

and works as a social
coordinator at a senior home.

That's a job?

Okay, Dale Reynolds

let his girlfriend die
of a heroin overdose,

and then someone
shot him full of heroin.

The question is...

Why does a never-married
social coordinator get buried alive?

Mmm-hmm.

It's like something
out of a nightmare.

Poor Valerie. Who would
do something like that?

We were hoping you could
point us in the right direction.

I wish.

Mr. Raines.

We talked about this.

Shut it down.

Valerie's adored
by the residents.

Me, not so much.

Does she have an office or a
desk or something we can look at?

A locker. I'll open it for you.

Are you a Mexican?

My last husband was a Mexican.

- Beautiful man.
- He sounds great.

- But I have...
- Don't believe

what anyone says.

- You know Valerie?
- She's an angel of death.

- Okay...
- And she killed Ethel Puckelwitz

for her life insurance.

Smothered her with a pillow till
she couldn't breathe. Mmm-hmm.

You all right?

- Valerie was suffocated, right?
- Yeah.

I think I know what
we might be looking for.

Good, because I think
I know where to look.

Found this in Valerie's
locker. Church bulletin.

Guess which church?

Valerie Rausch?
Yeah, I know her.

Well, she was buried alive last
night. Do you have any idea why?

We're thinking it might have
something to do with her nasty habit

of smothering senior citizens
to get their life insurance.

- He doesn't look surprised.
- He doesn't look surprised.

If I told you something
like that, I'd be surprised.

- Would you not be... Could you please?
- I would go... Hmm?

Oh, that's a surprised look.

That's what I was going for.

Let me guess, Father,

Valerie walked into
your little magic box

and told you all about her unconventional
use of orthopedic pillows, and...

If such a thing happened,

I would have urged
her to turn herself in.

But she didn't, and
someone punished her for it.

Just like with Dale Reynolds.

- What do you want from me?
- A confession would be nice.

You know I was in the sanctuary.

Then tell us who it could be.

Who else knows what Valerie Rausch
and Ben Garvey confessed to you?

No one. It was between
the confessor and God.

Ugh...

- It is so difficult to subpoena God.
- Mmm-hmm.

All right, let's go turn the
confessional upside down.

Ooh, that's the surprised
look I was hoping for.

See that?

What are we looking for, anyway?

Hell, if I know.

Kind of underwhelming, isn't it?

Hey, uh...

I took your keys last night
when you weren't looking.

I took a bottle of Blue Label
this morning from the den.

Yeah, well, I knew you were gonna do that,
so I switched it with a crappier bottle.

The girl from the other night...

I don't even know her name.

I don't really remember anything.
I mean, I was blackout drunk.

Well, that's got
to be unsettling.

Isn't this happening a lot?

Waking up with unknown girls?

Getting blacked-out drunk.

More often than it should.

Well, that's got to be...

Well,

I'm sure that wasn't
easy for you to say.

I think it's important
that you did.

You know, realizing that this is
something you need to look into.

And I appreciate...

No,

I'm honored that you
would share that with me.

I mean, I know I'm your
partner and all, but...

And I don't even care if
this is reciprocal or not,

but I consider you a friend.

Yeah, it's true.

You don't have to say
anything. Just process it.

Riggs?

You processing?

Riggs?

Riggs?

Sorry.

Up right here. Let's see.

Bingo.

Hey, what have you got
behind this door right here?

A maintenance room.

It's where Reuben keeps supplies
for the grounds for the soup kitchen.

What, the soup guy who
had little tiny crackers?

I'll be damned.

Marty.

I heard I might find you here.

That's almost never true.

We're going to need the
room for a few minutes.

You know what? I've got to go,
too. We've got this vigilante killer...

You'll take a minute

for me.

We missed you Friday night.

The Catholic Church
gives a grieving spouse

a year and a day to
mourn a loved one.

I know you're not a
religious man, but...

Friday was a year and a day.

That's why I picked the date.

Anna and I knew this first
one was gonna be difficult.

But we wanted to mark it,

to remember Miranda

with family, with friends,

everyone she loved.

You were her husband.

I still am.

What were you doing Friday
night that you couldn't make it?

I was in no shape
to be around people.

From what I've heard,
you're in no condition a lot.

- Ronnie...
- Listen, Marty.

You want to be a
drunk, you be a drunk.

But I won't allow you

to blame my daughter for it.

There's a BOLO out
on Reuben Tomar's car.

LAX, bus station, train
station, all have been alerted.

Okay, so what do
we know about him?

He grew up in St. Valens
Church after losing both parents.

His father was a
violent alcoholic.

He beat his mother to death.
Actually got sent away to prison for it.

We have a problem.
Father Patterson is MIA.

Hospital security has
his car in the parking lot.

Sign of a struggle
and blood on the seat.

Why would Reuben
take his priest?

- Maybe he wanted to repent.
- Pretty sure that's not how it works.

Okay, Valerie Rausch,

Dale Reynolds.

Reuben went after them for a
reason. Why them? Why now?

Reuben found out they got away
with murder during confession,

so he punished them the same
way they committed their crimes.

If Father Patterson knew that
Reuben's dad was abusing his mom,

he sure as hell would hold
him accountable as well.

Reuben, stop.

God will forgive you.

Like you forgave my father?

You freed him of sin

instead of saving my mom.

So now you are going
to suffer as she suffered.

Dad liked to use belts.

Did he tell you that when
he confessed to you?

The BOLO paid off.

Here's Reuben
blowing a red light

on Normandie and Sunset
about 1 5 minutes ago.

Well, that's just a couple
blocks from his childhood home.

- The apartment where his mother died. Go.
- Yeah.

Stay with me, Father.

Please.

No more.

I read the coroner's report.

He hit her 39 times
before she died.

I'm only up to 10.

My mother could take it.

So can you.

Childhood home of a
deranged serial killer?

Seems kind of textbook.

- Is that the house?
- Mmm-hmm.

- All right.
- Please stop.

Reuben, please.

Clear left!

Clear!

- Rog?
- Yeah!

- You got this?
- I got it.

Paramedics are on their way.

Ah, come on. You
need to come with me.

I'd rather go with God.

Uh... That's not really a
good option. You know?

Look, man, I know it's majestic and
the white dove and everything, but...

Hey, hey, hey! No!

Hey!

I got you.

I'm gonna pull you up.

Rog, it's not going to
hold. You're gonna fall, too.

Rog, it's not gonna hold.

- Let me go.
- No.

I'm not gonna let you go.

- Rog, let me go!
- I'm not letting you go!

Rog, it's okay. It's okay.

No, I'm not letting you go.

Ow!

What is wrong... You hit me!

- Rog! You need to let me go, Rog!
- I'm not letting you...

Rog.

Tell the truth.

Did you know this
tree was down here?

I can't believe you hit me!

So I read your report.

- I have some questions.
- You shouldn't.

- Everything's in there.
- The shiner.

Walk me through that.

You're on the roof with the
suspect. When did he punch you?

Suspect did not punch me.

- Then who? Please don't say Riggs.
- Riggs.

Do me a favor. If
Delgado asks, tell him...

Baseball to the face, got hit by
space debris, sword fishing accident.

Yes, any of those things.

Why did he do it?

It's not his fault.

I had it coming.

I tried to save his life.

Quite the watering hole
you got here, Ronnie.

Can I buy you another drink?

Get another one of
these and a club soda.

- Thanks.
- You don't have to abstain on my account.

It's not just you.

I'm starting to forget
things about her.

Little things.

God knows, I don't
want to, but I am,

and I can't do
anything about it.

So let us help you through it.

Look.

I really appreciate everything
you've done for me. I do.

But I can't do this.

I think it's best if I don't
see you guys anymore.

Martin.

You're our family.

No.

She was your family.

I was just lucky
for a little while.

Be well, Ronnie.

Hey.

It's late. What are you doing?

I was just looking for things to do
with the money we saved on Princeton.

- You're torturing yourself, honey.
- No, I ran the numbers.

You know, we could take
a cruise around the world

in a first-class
cabin nine times.

- You like travel.
- Yes, but it's a boat. I get seasick.

Well, there's a deserted town in
North Dakota that we could buy.

RJ and Feather could move there,

and he could be the
mayor of Stupidville.

Stop, don't drain the
college fund just yet.

I have faith RJ will
make the right choice.

Maybe it'll take a few
months, maybe a year...

Feather just broke up with me.

Or sooner.

- Hey, baby.
- Aw, what happened?

She said she's not in the
head-space for a relationship

with everything that's
going on in the world.

- Oh.
- Mmm-mmm-mmm.

- So the WWOOFing is...
- It's off.

Now she's going to Greenland to
measure glacier melt, by herself.

- She's so flighty.
- So flighty.

Maybe it's her.

- Please don't be her. Please, honey.
- Please don't let it be her.

Let it be anybody but her.

- Hey, what's up, J?
- It's you.

- What's up with him?
- Feather.

Ah...

Poor guy. Well,

I brought you this as a
thank you for saving my life.

But maybe RJ needs
it more than you do.

Hey, look at this. The
seal's not even broken.

- I'm touched.
- Eh...

- Can I pour you a shot?
- No, I'll just have a glass of water.

You know, there's
no alcohol in water.

Yeah.

You know, Feather
used to tell me

that groundwater is
contaminated by dry cleaners.

Listen, I know you don't
want to hear this right now,

but you are gonna meet so
many Feathers in your life.

He's right.

And you know where
you'll meet girls just like her?

The best, smartest, most
interesting women in the world?

- Rio.
- College. College.

What if I went
to college in Rio?

- Ah...
- Very good.

That's not gonna happen.

English-SDH