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Welcome to Budding Blossom.

What can I get for you today?

You know, I'm not exactly sure.

Well, I just got this new
Sativa strain in.

It's called "Jack the Ripper."

It's citrusy, high energy.

Great for work if you need
a little afternoon kick.

I'm more looking to zone out
to the Kardashians

after my kid goes to bed,
but I don't want the munchies.

Totes. You want "Weed Thins."

Hunger-suppressing Indica hybrid.

I'll take an eighth.

Move!

Get out!

The female praying mantis
begins to kill the male

by devouring his jaw.

The male is simply the nearest
food source around.

When we return, the female will
lay honeycomb casings

to protect her hundreds of eggs.

You're the perfect couple.

You've had a connection
since the day you met,

but you've been slowing down recently.

Well, now there's an easier way

to revitalize your relationship
and keep that connection going.

Introducing...

And RJ knows
that he's babysitting tomorrow night?

What?

Date night? Fruit and Barrow?

Oh, shoot, baby.

I think I have a work thing now.

It's okay.

We've been putting this date off
for what, four months now?

Once more ain't gonna kill us.

Four months without a date? Mm-mm.

No. We need a kid-free, work-free night.

So, I'll move some things around.

Not necessary. Look,

Fruit and Barrow ain't goin'
nowhere, and neither am I.

You're a good man, Roger Murtaugh.

- Mmm. Mmm. Mm-mm.
- No.

Yeah?

All right. I'll meet you there.

- Duty calls.
- Worse. Riggs.

Dude. Yo!

What the hell?

I told you I was on my way.

You said "I'll meet you there."

Yes, "there."

- At the office.
- Well,

"there" means the crime scene.

Maybe in Texas. Not in L.A.

Bailey, tell him
what "there" means here.

There where?

Here.

- What?
- If I say,

"Bailey, meet me there,"
where do you go?

There.

And that's where?

Here.

Okay, that's great.

I'm glad you guys
cleared that up for me.

So, what do we got, Bailey?

Our suspects fled in the truck
after removing the LoJack.

There's no witnesses,

except for the driver,

a retired cop by the name of Ned Brower.

Ned Brower?

That's my old training officer.
Is he okay?

Well, he took a pretty
bad blow to the head.

The EMTs are cleaning him up now.

H-Hey, Roger!

- How you doing, buddy?
- I'm good.

Take it easy, there.

Oh, there?

Don't confuse the man, Rog.

My new partner.

Mr. Delightful.

Martin Riggs.

Glad you're all right.

- Thank you.
- Any chance you're available

for some remedial partner training?

Oh, hell, I need
the retraining. Look at me.

- I feel like a damn fool.
- I hate to break it to you,

but you've never been
much to look at, Ned.

Hey, Ned.

Whose money were you driving?

The cash all came
from the local pot shops.

I was driving it to the company
I work for.

Joint Asset Securities?

That's it. Yeah,

they're some kind of, um,

financial services for the dispensaries.

Mm-kay, well, that's something to go on.

- Mm-hmm.
- Thanks, Ned.

- All right.
- You take it easy, buddy.

You, too.

- See you around, buddy.
- Later.

Ned's company is downtown.
I'll send y'all the address.

Okay, we're on our way.

I'll meet you... There?

Yeah. There.

Okay, I'm sorry, I'm kidding.

Like, where-where are we really going?

So, Ms. Carlson,

how long have you been
selling pot for a living?

My clients make their living
selling marijuana, detective.

I manage their money.

In Texas, we still call that laundering.

And in Texas, it would be.

But in California, pot is legal.
Dispensaries earn

$3 billion a year,
all of it cash, but...

they're legally prohibited
from using banks.

And what do you get out of it?

20%.

20%? Is that legal?

Reflects my risk.

The Fed won't
insure their money, so I do,

which is why I'm on the hook
for the $17 million

that was on that truck.

Are the deposits always that big?

Not even close.

It was tax day.

Dispensaries have to pay state
tax just like everyone else.

But, without access to banks,
they pay in cash.

Who else knew it was tax day pickup?

Just my clients.

So, we're gonna need
a list of those clients.

Confidentiality is extremely important

to my business, gentlemen.

I'll need you both to be discreet.

Oh, we're very discreet.
I mean, me so, more than him.

But, you know, him too.

Good choice.

Yeah.

You ever feeling like you
made the wrong career choice?

Yeah.

The day I met you.

All right, so the house is
co-owned by a Lon Stober

and a Donald Duncan.

They're partners in a dispensary
called Budding Blossom.

You ever smoke weed?

I mean, before you became a cop?

Nah, I played ball.

I ain't have time to
mess with that stuff. You?

Nah, of course not.
Straight as they come.

It stinks like patchouli oil in here.

Hey, who are we looking for again?

Excuse me.

Sorry to bother you ladies,

but could you tell where
I would find a...

Lon Stober or Donald Duncan?

Lonnie and Donnie.

Donnie and Lonnie...

Wonder if they have a brother
named Ronnie?

- That's a really good question.
- Hey.

Don't disappear on me

when we're working together.

Try to remember that we're partners.

You two are partners?

That is great.

How long have you been together?

- No, it's not...
- How long has it been, Rog?

You know, I feel just like yesterday,
I saw him from across a crowded room...

it was a Sadie Hawkins Dance,
and neither one of us had a date.

Excuse me.

Can I help you two?

Ah, let me guess:

Lonnie and Donnie.

That's right. Who are you?

Detectives Riggs and Murtaugh, LAPD.

We need to ask you a couple questions.

Where you guys been?
That was our tax money

- on that truck!
- Yeah, we know.

And we'll get to it.
But first, I need to ask...

Do either of you have a brother
named Ronnie?

Does everyone here have a valid
medical marijuana license?

- Yes.
- Probably.

Right.

I'm gonna go, uh, check IDs.

What?

Sorry.

So, how much money do you keep
with Joint Asset Securities?

All of it.

Angela knows everything about finance,

and taxes, and all that.

She doesn't even smoke.

Hey. Could you not do that around me?

I have to get drug tested.

Good day, gentlemen.

We're all good in there.

Did you just...

Huh? N-No. No.

You want to go get something to eat?

I'm famished.

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Riggs? Hello?

I'm sorry.

Uh, what was the question?

You-you asked me a question.

A-About the protocols in place

for an officer who
tests positive for drugs

he ingested while in the line of duty.

Um, sorry. Yeah.

So, Murtaugh and I, we had to go

investigate this pot party
today and, uh,

there was just a ton
of secondhand smoke,

so... you know.

Just want to make sure
nobody gets in trouble.

You know.

Well, in that case,
there's a form I could give you

that would clear you from any testing

for the next 90 days.

Perfect.

Can I get one of those?

Do you get high, Riggs?

I mean, when you're not working?

What? No. I mean,

you know, I drink a little.

You know, very occasionally.

Uh, social functions,
holiday parties and the like.

Self-medicating with drugs and alcohol,

that's something I talk about
with a lot of people

in this room.

'Cause what's said in this room,
stays in this room.

Well, I tell you what.

Why don't you talk to Murtaugh
if you think I'm lying?

I didn't say you were.

So I woke up this morning,
uh, with the TV on,

and, uh, you know, there's one of those

annoying commercials where the
couples are frolicking around,

you know, overly happy.

And it was difficult to watch.

What did you do?

Shot the TV.

How are Trish and the kids?

Oh, you know, Trish is Trish.

Kicking ass, taking names.

And, you know, we have the baby now,

which is crazy, you know,
starting over again.

I can't believe you're doing that.

I mean, I can't believe you didn't just

take the pension and hang it up.

I'll hang it up when the bad guys do.

How's Sarah?

Sarah died of ovarian cancer
six months ago.

What? Oh, God, no.

Sarah wanted to keep it very private.

Died like she lived.

Ned, I wish I could have
been there for you.

Well, I was married to the job

the first 20 years with Sarah,

and... the next 20 were
supposed to be ours, for us.

Best laid plans, right?

Look at this. Little family reunion.

This warrants a little bit
of scotch at least, right?

You know, for this reunion,

a Babs would be more appropriate.

A Babs!

Even better. What's her number?

Wait a minute, he doesn't know...

- he doesn't know what a Babs is?
- No.

Are you teaching him nothing?

It is not that I'm not teaching him,

he's just not learning.

A Babs... Bad Ass Breakfast Sandwich.

Roger used to bring me one every Friday

from the only deli that does it right.

In Hawthorne.

Good little trainee.

This guy...

So you guys solve the case yet?

Not yet.

Is there anything else about these guys?

Uh, yeah, the one thing,
there was this smell...

this earthy kind of incense.

Patchouli oil.

What did Carlson say
about tax day pick-up?

Only her clients knew? Lonnie...

And Donnie.

You know, for being new partners,

you guys are pretty good together.

- Ehh...
- Ehh...

Lonnie?

Donnie?

LAPD. Hello?

Hello?

Well, we found our pot heads.

Honey, when did you get home?

15 minutes ago. You were in the shower.

I pulled an all-nighter.

Two murders. Decapitations. Savage.

Decapitations?

- Mm-hmm.
- Good Lord.

I just came home to get
a decent cup of coffee

before I head back to the office.

Well, you're gonna need
some sleep when you get home.

It's a good thing
we pushed the date night.

No.

It's not a good thing.

Do we still have reservations?

At Fruit and Barrow? I cancelled.

But I can make a call, if you're sure.

I ran into Ned Brower yesterday.

Sarah died. Six months ago.

- Cancer.
- No.

He said he wanted to spend time with her

once he retired.

I don't want to be Ned.

Date night... tonight.

I'll move some things around.

Okay, if it's not that important.

It's work.

This... this is important.

Hey, look who's here.

Oh, gosh.

Invite him in.

I love you. I love you, too.

Hey, Riggs!

What are you doing here?

What?

- I'm here.
- Why?

Here is there.

No, no, no.

There is the office.

Here is my house.

We meet there, and then
we drive together.

So now what do we do?

I'm gonna go take a shower.

Try not to steal nothin'.

Just make yourself at home, Riggs.

Oh, thanks. I already did.

So how long were you waiting back there?

I was gonna come in, you know,

but I didn't want to
barge in on you and Trish.

- You seemed happy.
- Hmm.

Luckiest traffic stop ever.

I was a rookie on patrol.

Pulled over a speeder.

- Trish?
- Yeah.

What'd you do, waive the ticket
and get her number?

Hell no. I wrote the ticket.

She showed up at traffic court.

She contested it. Kicked my ass.

And then I got her number.

That was one good traffic stop.

Yeah.

Not to be too personal,

but things are still kinda, you know,

frisky with us.

No, please, elaborate.

I mean, you know, I'm just saying

I don't want to take it for granted,

because these things can just disappear.

At any moment?

Yeah.

Sorry about that, I, you know, I was...

Look, it's okay.

You should be able to talk
about these kind of things.

Hey, you know, I was thinking,
we should talk to Gang Unit

about decapitation...

Whoa.

Decapitation can be very disturbing.

No, that breakfast
of yours is disturbing.

This is just not right, man.

- You don't want in on this?
- No.

You know, I saw some decaps in Texas.

All cartel-related.

And they always outsourced
their wet work to local gangs.

You may be onto something.

You know, I-I can't do this.

I can't... I can't talk to you

while you're eating like that.

You can't or you won't?

Both, Riggs. Both.

Negative.

Cartels aren't in L.A.

If you're looking for head choppers,

try the Jamaicans.

Kingston Boys, over on Manchester.

I'll send you Intel.

Thanks for the tip.

Hey, young man, what's your name?

Cruz.

Nasty scar you got there on your neck.

Something you can tell us?

Just what Sarge said.

"Just what Sarge said."

This kid, I don't know if he's more
scared of his Sarge or his shadow.

I ain't afraid of anything.

Good, because here's the deal, Cruz.

We have two headless bodies,

not in Mexico, in L.A.

Okay, look, the cartels
are active in L.A.

But I hear they're
outsourcing to local gangs.

You hear?

All right, man.
Good luck growing a pair.

I used to roll with the Locos.

They'd take cartel jobs.

The Locos? That who burned

the gang tat off your
neck after you quit?

No. I burned it off.

Look, check the heads.

The cartels use machetes.

It might get you somewhere.

Hey, Cruz.

You want to roll with us?

Play homicide detective
for a little while?

You could sit on his lap.

He'll let you play with the siren.

He loves the siren. I hate it.

Definitely a machete,
but, here's a plot twist.

The decapitation was post-mortem.

Cause of death was electrocution,

courtesy of...

wait for it...

a cattle prod.

They tortured him for information.

Yeah, from the severity
of the burns, I'd say

this prod runs at 15,000 volts.

That's 20 times stronger

than a defibrillator.

You got a pacemaker?

Yeah.

You might want to stay
away from these things.

Ya think?

I know a sick banger

who tortures people with a cattle prod.

Name's Paco.

Runs a gang out of Venice
called Los Alvos.

Sounds lovely. Can't wait to meet him.

- Thanks, Scorsese.
- You got it.

I'm not sure if any of them are Paco.

We can just go ask.
Seem like a friendly sort.

Riggs, let's use this
as a learning opportunity.

Okay, I covered for you
with Avery with the...

But my generosity goes but so far.

Let's be the smart ones.

You know what, Rog?

I couldn't agree more.

Paco!

Not smart, Riggs. Not smart!

Whassup?

- You know me?
- I mean, I know of you.

You're Paco, right?

Sagittarius, like playing
shock the monkey

and chopping off people's heads.

Murtaugh and Riggs.

There's just two of you?

No, we got backup coming.

Yep, just the two of us.
Me and my partner.

Drove here together and everything.

Guys... here's...

I got him!

There's no nails in that, homie.

Easy, son, don't do nothin'

stupid with that thing.

Yaaah!

Told you I had your back, Rog.

You know the best part
about being cattle prodded?

I mean, aside from
gaining a new appreciation

for the struggles of cattle everywhere?

It leaves a distinctive burn.

Unique, like a fingerprint.

Now, that's a perfect match

to the burns on my
two decapitated corpses.

You just hit the jackpot.

A double life sentence in San Quentin.

Estás muerto hoy.

Paco, come on, now.

Is that any way to talk
to an industry colleague?

Look, there's no shame
in being a starter gang.

I was in one in middle school.

It was awesome... we had

little bells on our bikes
and everything.

Better ink, I bet.

"RIP Chuy"?

Didn't know you were a Star Wars nerd.

Don't look like the Force
is with you anymore now, bro.

Mucho gracias, amigo.

Look, the cartels used to

make billions off of marijuana.

Since the pot shops opened,
they've been losing a fortune.

They got to wet their beaks
somehow. My guess is,

some of that money was theirs.

So they send in a sociopath
with a penchant for machetes

and cattle prods. So much
for legalization lowering

the crime rate. Is Paco talking?

All right. Paco's talking.

Did you guys plan that?

Riggs? Plan? That's funny.

All right. In the middle of his
charmingly psychopathic rant

about how he was going to order
a hit on Cruz and yours truly,

he mentioned there's still
$17 million on the street.

Looks like that truck is
still out there. Saddle up,

- big guy. We got work to do.
- First, Riggs, go see

the city attorney.
He left you six messages.

- Why does he want to talk to Riggs?
- Wild guess,

the astronomical rise in lawsuits

filed against our fair city since Riggs

joined the force. Hey, look. If
you're gonna get reamed out,

least I can do is come with you.

I mean, you took a cattle prod
for me today.

Enjoy your wife. I got this.
If I can handle Paco,

- I can handle Ronnie Delgado.
- That's Mr. City Attorney to you.

You got it!

- He took a cattle prod for you?
- Yeah.

I wouldn't have done that for you.

No.

You know, you didn't have
to call my boss.

It got you here.

You can't keep avoiding me.

And not because I'm your boss's boss.

Because we're family, Martin.

I know.

Thank you.

Anna misses you.

She wants you to come for Sunday dinner.

I appreciate that. Um...

This Sunday's just not
a great day for me,

unfortunately, though. You know.

From what I see,

it doesn't look like
any of your days are great ones.

Anna's making Miranda's favorite.

Mole.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Look, I got to run.

I, uh, got paperwork
and stuff to catch up on.

Martin.

She wouldn't want you to be alone.

Wasn't my first choice, either, Ronnie.

Thank Anna for the invite, would you?

Hey.

Well, thank you, honey.

You haven't changed.

Oh, I'm sorry, I wanted
to go home and freshen up,

- but it was crazy at the office today.
- No, I meant,

you're just as beautiful
as the day we first met.

Did I really look that good
when you stopped me?

Why do you think I pulled you
over in the first place?

- That's inadmissible, by the way.
- I don't know...

Oh! A Rollo.

Mm.

We are celebrating.

Uh-huh. No kids, no work.

Tonight is about us.

Thank you.

Honey...

Stop! Thank you.

It's about us. Okay.

It's about us. Okay. So, now...
You don't get a chance

to say the things that
I want to say, so I-I

- jotted some stuff down.
- Oh!

It's a rough draft,
and I'm... still working

Okay! on some transitions.

but... . Okay. Here it is.

- Trish.
- Mm.

Going through life with you

has been the greatest journey... Yours.

Yes. What?

Sorry. It's a strong opening.

- Continue.
- Okay.

Um... We're on a journey,

floating on a raft,

- through a river of love.
- Ooh!

Oh, shoot. That's Ned.

- Well, answer it.
- Nah, don't worry about it. Don't worry.

- Okay.
- All right. Where was I?

- Where was I?
- Uh, uh... a raft...

- of love.
- No, no, no, no.

We're on a river. And,

our children are the life preservers.

Is that right? No...

Damn it, I can't read my own writing.

No, it's-it's lovely, honey.

Keep going.

No. You know what?
Forget about the notes.

Okay.

I love you more each day.

And you are...

Oh, that's Ned.

He just texted me "9-9-9."

He wouldn't use that code unless
there was something wrong.

Go. No...

Go... Go ahead, honey. We
have other nights. Okay.

Yeah. We'll do this tomorrow.

And... I'll get a chance to work

on these notes.

- My thoughts.
- Okay.

Okay. I'll tell, uh,
a waiter we're leaving?

Oh, no, no. You're leaving.

I have a bottle of wine...
and a babysitter.

I respect that.

Okay.

Bye.

Mm. Love you.

I love you, too.

Who is it?

Roger.

Thanks for coming.

You sent up the bat signal.

So I'm here. What's up?

We need to talk.

Ned... Talk?

I just skipped out on dinner with Trish.

Maybe we can get together tomorrow,

have a beer, talk.

Tomorrow's too late. Come here.

Let's talk.

Nice dinner.

Yeah. Yours looks better.

Mm. Doesn't it?

What?

Just a mighty big sandwich
for such a tiny lady.

I have the metabolism of a hummingbird.

Want half?

- No thanks.
- Okay.

Keep that offer between us.

People will think I'm going soft

and I have a reputation to protect.

- On second thought.
- Hey...

Thanks!

Paco, my brother! What's up, ese?

Look, I'm sorry about the wait.

The traffic to the
west side was a bitch.

But I got the sandwich I promised you.

What the hell are you talking about?

A Godmother's with the works.
Extra pepperoncinis.

Did I screw it up?
Was it no pepperoncinis?

This cop bringing you room service?

Man, I don't know this guy. I don't know

nothing about a sandwich. Come on, man!

Paco!

Now, I am a man of my word.
We had a deal.

You cooperate with the investigation,

I bring your beloved Godmother, I...

Easy. Get these guys out of here.

Sit down.

Hey. You put a snitch jacket on me.

You're gonna get me shanked.

I guess you better start
talking, or I'm gonna

personally deliver you
a basket of muffins

every day at chow.

Hmm.

What do you want to know?

Where's the money?

I have no clue.

All right. It's gonna be bran
muffins, to keep you regular.

Look... I zapped

those pot store fools for an hour.

They swore they didn't have the money.

- You believed them?
- Well, they copped

to stealing the dough,

said someone else stole it off them.

- Names?
- They didn't know.

Said no one else was
in on the heist, no one even

knew the money was stolen except
the... the driver they jacked.

Thanks.

Keep the sandwich.

Sarah got sick.

And the doctors... they all
said there was no hope.

Course, the insurance wouldn't cover it,

so I mortgaged the house,
I cashed in my pension.

And I am wiped out.

That's why

you were driving the armored
truck for $14 an hour, huh?

Until those morons nearly killed me

with a garbage truck.

So, you knew it was them all along?

No, not at first.

I was pretty shook up.

But in the hospital,

I was trying to think
of anything, and I...

I've been making pickups
from those idiots for years,

and I recognized their shoes.

So, you just went to the house,
found the truck,

and just drove it away?

It was so easy.

Then I heard about what happened
to those guys, and I...

I'm scared, Roger. I screwed up.

Yeah, Ned. You did.

So, I, um...

I figured, you might as well take me in.

Better you than the cartel.

LAPD! Come out with your hands up.

Hi, Rog.

What the hell are you doing here?

I could ask you the same question.

Ned's new ride?

Okay, I should've called you
before I came here.

Look, it's okay.

He's your old T.O.

I'm with you on this, okay?

Maybe I can pull some strings,

get the feds to take your case.

You get a chance to hang out
with Bernie Madoff

instead of the gangbangers
down in county lockup.

Well, all right.
Yeah, I appreciate that.

Let's go. Take me in.

A... minute of your time, Roger.

Just... one second, Ned.

We can't do this.

He won't last five minutes in lockup.

Do I need to remind you
of our dear friend Paco?

He stole $17 million, Riggs.

I can't turn a blind eye to that.

I agree. We need to take him in.

- So... Same page.
- Tomorrow.

Tonight, we just take the money in.

It's our only shot.

Rog. If we go by the book on this,

he'll be dead in 24 hours.

I know what you guys are thinking,

and I can't let you do it.

You're not gonna throw your
careers away for me.

Well, to be honest, Ned,
I don't have much of a career anyway.

Look... I wouldn't have

made it a day on the streets
without you.

I owe you.

You don't owe me.

It's the job.

Do your job.

We're gonna take that money in.

We're coming back for you tomorrow.

Hey.

This man's solid gold.

You take care of him, you understand?

You can count on it.

Kiss of death.

You know, normally I would say, uh,
head to Mexico.

North might be better
for your situation.

Good luck.

I should have never let you
talk me into this.

Rog, come on, it was the only way.

I mean, I love the man, but he stole

150 bricks of cold hard cash.

149.

- No, it was 150.
- Trust me.

Let's say 149.

Damn it, Riggs, giving Ned money
wasn't part of the plan!

Uh, in fairness, I didn't have a plan.

Yes, we did.

We were gonna turn in the money

and give Ned a few hours' head start.

No, that was your plan, okay?

My plan is driving

this to some beach somewhere

and settling down like Butch and
Sundance. Butch and Sundance?

Do you know that...?

Ned, you'd better be
halfway to Vancouver

by now.

Rog, I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

I'm sorry, but I'm gonna need
that money back.

There's supposed to be an even exchange,

Ned for the money.

Two of them, two of us.

But surprise, surprise.

Gangbangers suck at math.

I'm counting six.

And a few more behind us.

Well, by my calculations,

we're severely
outnumbered and outgunned.

So, how do you want to play this, Riggs?

You asking me if I got a plan?

Against my better judgment, I am.

Good, 'cause I got one.

Okay, good, what is it?

It's better if I just show you.

Buckle up.

What? Why am I putting my seat belt on?

Wh-Why are you putting
on your seat belt?

I do not approve

of this plan. Let's call for backup.

Go ahead and call for backup, Rog.

I'm not sure they're gonna
get here in time.

Riggs!

Is this still your plan?!

At least they're
following the money and not Ned.

Hey! I'm trying to shoot here!

Oh, I'm sorry, sir,
but did you not see that

the seat belt light is illuminated?

All units in the downtown area...

Riggs and Murtaugh in yet?

Not yet, cap.

Maybe traffic.

Let me know when they deign
to make an appearance.

Attention, all units, shots fired.

Armored truck crashed
into multiple vehicles,

then overturned.

Heavily armed suspects approaching.

Requesting immediate backup.

What are you waiting for? Let's go!

Well, this worked out well, huh?

If we'd have stuck
with my original idea,

we'd be on a beach somewhere,
sipping drinks

like Butch and Sundance.

Butch and freaking Sundance?

You know they both

- died at the end of that movie!
- Really?

Yeah!

I never saw the film.

No!

Okay, now you're angry.

How can you tell?

Uh-oh.

Hi, Los Alvos!

- How are you?
- Oh, great.

Piss them off while they surround us.

- Oh, they're gonna kill us, anyway, Rog.
- You know what?

You're a terrible person in a foxhole.

Maybe.

But...

pretty good at shooting my way out.

You ready?

On three.

- Hey, Rog.
- Uh-huh?

Don't make it easy for them.

Hell no.

One...

Two...

Three!

I'm out.

Yeah, me too.

So, what's your plan again?

That...

that... that was my plan!

Get down, get down.

Get down now! Hands on the ground!

- Hands on the ground!
- On the ground!

All right, so, look,

you know, this time
we went with my plan.

Next time we'll go with your plan.

All right?

Partnership.

Partnership.

This is the fun part.

We have an opportunity

to give a thankful citizen
her money back.

Angela's head was just found

in a garbage dump in Tijuana.

Well, we can be in TJ by midnight

and interface with
the Mexican authorities

to get... We're off the case.

It's the DEA's jurisdiction now.

You guys recovered the money,

closed two homicides,
but if you want to keep going,

there's still one open case.

What's that?

Fugitive recovery. Ned Brower.

Any ideas where he might be?

- Mm-mm, I ain't seen him.
- I don't know.

- It's like he disappeared.
- Yeah.

- It was like a genie.
- Gone.

The two of you agreeing with
each other... now that's scary.

Do you know how to knock?

I owed you a sandwich.

Well, half a sandwich.

There you go.

Headed home?

Nah. A lot of paperwork.

Riggs, you can hide in the office.

You can hide in the bottle.

You can shoot your TV,
get high, whatever.

You don't have to talk to me.

But do you talk to anyone?

Well...

Your father-in-law?

I do due diligence on all my clients.

He must miss her, too.

Talking to him's not
what I need right now.

It may not be what you need...

but it may be what he needs.

Relax, Martin.

They're gonna love you.

Well, if I was your daddy,
there ain't a man on Earth

to be good enough for my baby girl.

You are most definitely not my father.

Thank God.

You really didn't have

to bring a gift.

Hey, it's how I was raised.

You show a man respect,

then you earn his trust.

Texas charm.

Better get used to it.

I'm sorry, baby.

Not tonight.

Come on.

I wasn't speeding that much.

Give me a break.

License and registration, ma'am.

Roger Murtaugh.

If you don't get that
flashlight out of my eyes...

What? You want another ass-whooping

in traffic court?

Not court, but first dinner.

Fruit and Barrow?

I got something better in plan.

Mm, all right.

No.

This is the best date night ever.

Yeah.

It's just begun.

- I've prepared some words.
- Honey.

Not tonight.

- No?
- No.

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