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Ooh-hoo!

Everyone say, "Blondes
have more fun."

Blondes have more fun.

Hey, watch it, assface!

LAPD! Stop! Police!

I didn't do it!

Take it!

I don't want it. Take it.

LAPD! Stop!

Fan out. Fan out. Give him
the tear gas from both sides.

That was Tony Jarrett talking.

I-I look forward to it.

Okay, bye.

Honey. Great news.

Hey, young lady,
respect the remote.

Trust me. You're gonna
want to hear this.

A spot just opened up...

at Kellogg.

Okay, I hear the excitement
in your tone,

and then I'm just totally lost.

Honey, Kellogg Preschool.

I put Harper on the wait-list

before she was even born.

So, we have an interview.

- An interview?
- Mm-hmm.

For preschool?

Okay, before you say no...

...look at this.

At Kellogg,

our state of the art play space
and hands-on curriculum

bring learning to life.

From our organic farm
to our petting zoo...

Piglets?

You're damn
right it's piglets.

Wow.

And, honey,
they have a robotics lab

and a music room designed
by Missy Elliott.

This-this school is heaven.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

- I'm listening to the lady.
- Okay.

Eight out of ten graduates
move on to the Ivy League.

Your child's future awaits.

Are you a Kellogg family?

You're damn skippy we are.

Yeah, but listen.

I love that you're excited,

but you should know that
they have some strict rules.

Hey, it's okay.

Whatever it is, Harper
can handle it. Look at her.

Yeah, well, the rules
are for you and me.

So they don't allow
television in the home.

No pop culture.

You know what.
I will set that TV on fire

if it means she gets in there.

That makes me very happy, honey.

Okay, so Dr. Weir

will be here tomorrow night.

Okay.

So we have 24 hours to make
ourselves a Kellogg family.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Roger, you-you cannot
go overboard, okay?

Like you did the last time.

All we need to do
is be ourselves.

And risk her not getting in?

Baby.

Do you know what
happens to children

that do not go to preschool?

Yeah, uh, I'll do the, uh,

porkchops with
no leeks or mushrooms.

Oh, and can I get that
seared and not charred?

Why don't you just
eat the porkchop

the way it's
intended to be eaten?

Excuse me?

I'm just saying, someone put a
lot of work into the porkchop.

You know, if you want to eat
a crappy one,

go home and make it yourself.

Let's get out of here.
We don't need this.

Sir, sir.

What?

I'm doing you a favor.

Martin, get over here!

Oh.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm eating.

Martin.

I appreciate you coming in
to support me, I do.

But you've been here
three nights in a row.

Don't you have
anywhere better to be?

Nope.

Okay, let me rephrase.
Before I moved here,

how did you fill your time?

Booze.

Wow, that's depressing.

Okay.

I guess I'll
just make you plans.

I haven't seen much of L.A.
We can explore it together.

I have explored Los Angeles,
and this here is the gem.

- Yeah, not an option.
- Yeah.

But I have been wanting

to go on those cheesy
celebrity bus tours.

I'm gonna have to give
a firm no, uh, on that one.

Um, besides, you need me here
running defense, all right?

There was a guy who ordered
a steak w-well done,

and then said, "I need steak
sauce to go on top of it."

Oh, my God, just stop talking.

Uh, wow.

Was that as wonderful

as your face suggests?

Um...

It was excellent execution.

It just took me by surprise.

Well, you have one day
to get rid of that look.

We're going out,
tomorrow night.

Griffith Observatory.
It's a date.

Okay.

Yeah, I'm gonna get you
a box for your steak.

You got to go.

Okay.

If we want in,
we need an edge.

So I'm thinking, tonight,
for our interview,

I'm gonna put Harper
in a pair of little glasses.

Sort of a baby Hidden Figures
kind of vibe.

Better she learns young, Rog...

life always lets you down.

You know what? That's
dark, even for you.

Now what crawled
up your butt?

Uh... nothing.

Look, if I'm gonna be stuck
with grumpy Riggs all day,

I should at least know why.

Molly kissed me.

Okay?

You kissed your best
friend's girlfriend?

Hey, I'm the victim here.

You sure you didn't
lead her on?

Twitch that little 'stache
in her direction?

Please stop talking.

What's the matter with him?

Kissed his friend.

Ah, the precarious line
between friend and lover.

That's why Bailey and I
haven't given it a shot.

Yeah, that's why.

I'm sure there's
a dead body we can talk about.

Oh, you want to get
in here,

take a look?

Suit yourself.
It's nice and cozy, though.

Victim is a white male.

No I.D. Bullet to the head.

Dragged here in a rug
and unceremoniously dumped.

Got your drag marks
right here.

Y-You want to follow them?
Or you think they'll just...

let us down?

Uh, hey, guys, maybe don't tell
Bailey I was in this Dumpster.

Do you recognize this man?

Sorry, sugar. Don't.

Recognize the rug, though.

Tacky stays with you.

You happen to know its owner?

He's in 4B.

Tom Meanny.

Between us, it was only
a matter of time.

Before what?

Before he snapped.

Always been a few cigarettes
short of a pack, that one.

Real nutjob.

Thanks a lot.

Nutjob is right.

What is all this stuff?

"FAA is curbing the population
using chemtrails."

"Fluoride used in mind control"?

I did not know that.

Yeah, that's because
it's not true.

He's a conspiracy theorist.

- The guy's insane.
- Is he, Rog?

Or is that what the fluoride
wants you to think?

Hm, twisting things around.

Seeing disaster
around every corner.

Hey, remind you of anyone?

I am just impressed with this
guy's organization skills.

I mean, you can
see everything...

Riggs...

she chose to share
her lips with your face.

Whatever happens next,
will happen.

Everything I touch blows up.

With that attitude,
it just might.

Hey, Rog.

I think this thing's gonna blow.

It may not be
the best date ever, but...

No, the laptop.

You see? Not everything
you touch...

Yeah.

Maybe it's just best
if you stay single.

Yeah.

Uh...

if you're here for
our appointment,

you're two days early.

I need a psych profile
on a suspect.

Thought you might
want to do some

actual police work
for a change.

So the guys a loner,

uh, emotionally unstable,

has an affinity
for, uh, explosives.

Well, I think I found him.

And he's dragging soot

all over my carpet.

Oh, no, that was,
that was there before.

Look, stay focused, Doc.

"Delusions."
"Erratic behavior."

It could be
paranoid schizophrenia.

But I would have to see him
to give a proper diagnosis.

Was there something else?

I'm good.

It's just that...

Like, I've been on this happy
little island, you know,

for, like, a while,

and-and things have been
going great with Molly and I.

You know?
We've been hanging out,

things are good, it's easy,
I like her kid.

And then she kissed me.

You know, now it's
ruined everything.

It's not ruined, Riggs.
Your relationship is evolving.

You don't understand.

Molly's the only aspect
of my childhood

that's not a complete disaster.

And the Jake, you know,

there's the Jake thing on top...

Wait. You're hosing me down.

Are you concerned about Molly
or Jake? I'm confused.

It... Both, you know, Doc.
It's a little bit of a stew.

You know?

Riggs.

If you are looking to me

to tell you that this
is a complete disaster,

you're gonna have to look
somewhere else 'cause...

I don't think it is.

Think on it.

Mull it over.

Because it's a disaster.

Oh, um, sorry about the carpet.

Bad news.

Tom Meanny, the name our
suspect gave the landlady,

it's an anagram for
"Not My Name."

Hm. Good.
Clever and crazy.

She's with the
sketch artist now,

but we did get a hit
on the victim's prints.

Larry Hodson.
Couple of B&Es. Burglaries.

I'm thinking Hodson breaks in.
Tom shoots him.

Good theory.

Better than the Illuminati
raising gas prices,

and the moon landing
being staged in Burbank.

That's ridiculous.

It was Encino.

Why not Disneyland?

Because it was Encino.

They built a soundstage
and everything.

Wait a minute,
you really believe

that the moon landing was fake?

I suppose
you believe

that Stevie Wonder is not blind.

He goes to Lakers games.

He goes where the Seeing Eye
dog takes him.

What choice does he have?

I think you made your
ponytail too tight.

Looks like our guy
is following this woman.

Think she knows him?

Maybe.

But he's already killed once.

Run those plates.

We got to find her
before he does.

Mrs. Canter.

I'm Detective Murtaugh.

Are you gonna tell me
what's going on here?

Do you know who this man is?

That's Daddy.

What happened? Is he okay?

Bailey,

could you take
this young lady

to get some snacks?

It's okay.

I know what's going on
with my dad.

Is that so?

Yeah. But it's a secret.

My daddy's a superhero.

He's catching
bad guys.

When he's done saving the world,
he'll come home.

Hey.

- Do you like Cheese Puffs?
- Yeah.

Come on. I have a whole bag
with your name on it.

- Really? Yes.
- Yes.

We need to talk.

No, you're wrong.

Jonah's not like that.

He's not violent. He...

He is a wonderful father,

and a loving husband.

You two don't live together.

Not when he's having an episode.

He doesn't want
to upset Kate.

He has episodes?

He's schizophrenic.

We met at MIT, and in 15 years,
he's never hurt a soul.

He's brilliant.

His mind, it makes connections
no one else can.

That's what makes him
such a remarkable engineer.

But when he goes off his meds,

those connections,
they turn into delusions.

The conspiracy theories.

So how long has it been
since you saw him last?

About a month.

And you don't have any idea
where he is?

Sorry. I don't.

Ms. Canter.

If his condition
is as bad as you say it is,

it's for his own safety,
as well as anyone else's.

Try Plummer Park.

He likes to
play chess.

Says it calms
his mind.

When we get there,
let me do the talking.

Spend enough time with crazy,
you pick up a few things.

I don't think I like
what you're implying, Rog.

Hey, if the straitjacket fits,
you know?

They're not here for you.

No one
is after you.

Jonah?

What?

I said his name.

It's your tone.

All right. Go.

I just want to talk, Jonah.

H-How do you know my name?

- Who are you?
- FBI? NSA?

No, no, no. Uh, just a cop.

See? I got a little shiny
badge and everything.

Stay back!

Hey, I hear
you've got a daughter.

Right?

She can't wait for you
to come home.

No, my family deserves better.
They deserve...

a normal life.

I can't give 'em that.

I just want to make it go away.

Hey, I-I understand, right?

I mean, my friend kissed me.

Not-not the fella
I showed up with.

No, no. I mean, he told me he loved me,
which is a whole nother story.

A girl, you know?
And it's like you said.

Right? She deserves normal,
which I'm never gonna be that.

You know? And you want to know
the big problem, Jonah?

You know the main problem?

I've agreed to go on a date
with this woman.

Right? So if I cancel,
I hurt her now.

If I don't cancel,
I hurt her later.

And I don't know what to do.

Well, how 'bout this?

Let's leave it to fate.

Okay?

Point that at me.

Point the
weapon at me.

Come on.

There you go.

Now,

you're gonna shoot me.

Okay?

And if I die,

I don't have to go on the date.

Okay, you ready?

You want me to shoot you?

Well, yeah.

You know, I mean, I can't think
of a better excuse.

Right? And you'll be
doing me a favor, so...

Go. Before I change my mind.
Aah!

Huh. Thanks, Rog.

Now I got to go on the date.

Why are you holding me? I-I
told you, I didn't kill anyone.

Well, you had a gun.
And you tried to blow me up.

No. I installed a combustible
thermite chip in my hard drive

to-to control my data,
not-not hurt anyone.

What about the dead guy
you burrito'd in your rug?

He was in my rug?

Of course.

How did I not see it?

I'm being framed.

Oh.

And-and why would someone
want to frame you, Jonah?

To keep me quiet.

Something going on.

Something big.

Right here in L.A.

I found out, and now he wants me
out of the picture.

Who does?

Elvis.

Elvis?

Presley. The King.

"Blue Suede Shoes,"
"Hound Dog," "Jailhouse..."

No, no, I'm-I'm familiar
with his work.

You realize he's dead.

That's what he wants you
to think!

But he's alive,
and he's controlling traffic

all over Hollywood.

Traffic? Really?

He's not doing a very good job.

Elvis died

August 16, 1977.

Eight plus 16 plus 77 is 101.

Picking up on
new conspiracies?

Trying to solve a murder.

Too late.

Already got the guy.

Yeah, but we don't even have
hard evidence that Jonah did it.

Besides the dead body and
the gun in his apartment?

Why would he choose
Jonah's place to rob?

And a.38-caliber bullet
is not exactly rare.

And he did say
Elvis was framing him.

You're losing it, Bailey.

Conspiracies start from reality.

I thought they started
in Encino.

You know what,
it's not funny.

- You want to know why?
- I don't want to hear it.

Yeah, 'cause Elvis
is still alive.

I don't want to hear
I don't want to hear.

I think I'm losing my mind.

There's a lot of that
going on around here.

When I ran
the victim's prints,

what'd I say his name was?

Larry Hodson. Why?

Right.
I just looked 'em up again,

and now it says
David Lightman.

Something's going on.

Okay, don't get
all conspiratorial.

Maybe somebody
just mistyped...

What did you just do?

I didn't touch it.

We're being hacked.

They must want us to go there.

Maybe they have hard evidence.

Don't gloat,
Bailey.

One hack
a conspiracy does not make.

Elvis is dead, and the
moon landing was real.

Okay, keep your guard up.

We don't know what
we're looking for.

Huh.

What is that?

Thank you
for coming, Detectives.

It can talk.

We possess
sensitive information.

Are you ready to receive?

Inform us

of your information!

We are ready to receive!

Why are you talking
like that?

I can't help it.

The thing
makes me nervous.

What do you mean it's
making you nervous?

Now you're making
me nervous.

Well, we both can't be nervous.

Not like you have
to kiss the thing.

Oh, really? You're gonna bring
that up in a moment like this?

- I'm just saying.
- Hello?

Detectives? Are you done?

Yeah, we're done.

Did you have
to blow that up, too?

- It had information.
- It's all right.

It's running off
a short-range transmitter.

Whoever's operating
this thing's nearby.

Go that way.

Get out of the van!

Isn't this nice?

Look at this. We're
all talking face-to-face.

You know, they don't
do that anymore.

It's sad.

- It is sad.
- Such a wonderful way

to communicate.

- It is.
- Don't shoot. We're on your side.

Larry was our friend.

Then why did
you hack us?

We needed to make contact
without implicating ourselves.

What about a letter?

Or a telegram.

Or Bat-Signal.

Ooh, a Bat-Signal's good.

I was gonna say
a courier pigeon.

- I like that.
- We had to tell you.

Jonah Canter, he's a monster.

A few months ago, we sold
him hacking software.

- But we left a Trojan horse.
- Helps us track our clients,

make sure they don't use our
software for anything dangerous.

What was Jonah using it for?

Jonah was researching
megaton bombs.

What he did to Larry,
that's just the beginning.

Your doctor's gonna
meet us at the hospital.

For now, we're gonna give you
a sedative. Is that okay?

You have nothing to worry about.

Be right behind you
the whole time.

Jonah!

Riggs. What are you doing?

I thought Homeland Security
was taking over the case.

And then what?

They're looking
for a terrorist.

And you're not?

Look, maybe Jonah killed
that guy, maybe he didn't.

All right,
either way, he's sick.

And he's got a wife and daughter

that would like to see him
come home.

I'd like to make
that happen.

You and me both.

Do you want a hand?

Please.

Here you go.

Oh, good, you're not dead.

Now I can kill you myself.

Molly?

Oh, crap.

Molly.

Um, I was, I was
supposed to call you.

Yeah, no, but you
didn't, Martin,

which is weird

considering you're
in a building

with a hotline.

Listen, believe me,
I was gonna call you.

And I was about to not kick
your ass, but here we are.

I mean, I even made a list,
right? I just...

I'm-I'm sorry. You made a list?

Yeah, of all the reasons
that we shouldn't be dating.

You know?

Uh, I'm Molly,

- by the way.
- Maureen.

Oh, it's my, uh, my shrink.

Mm-hmm. Poor you.

Where's that list?

Well, when you find it,
let me know.

For now I'll just take
my 12 bucks.

- What?
- For parking.

I take cash.

And I'm keeping
the change.

Shut up.

What?

I like her.

- Hi.
- Hello.

Come on in. Wow, uh...

Dr. Weir, it is, uh...
a pleasure

to have you in our home.

Oh, it's my pleasure.
These home visits

- really let me ground myself in a child's experience.
- Oh.

Well, my child is somewhere

around here, so...

Here she is.

This is Roger
and our daughter Harper.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Shall we sojourn

into the dining area?

That sounds lovely. Thank you.

Roger, what are you doing?

Don't worry. I got this.

So, to begin,

how would you describe
your goals for Harper?

Well,
we want her to be happy and kind - Mm-hmm.

and curious about the world.

Oh, my wife is so modest.

Harper is already
those things, huh?

Why, just the other day
she said,

"Daddy, where do rainbows
come from?"

My.

Well, for a toddler
her expressive vocabulary

- is extraordinary.
- Yes.

- And-and that was just in English.
- Oh.

She's working
on her Mandarin.

- Well, she's very independent.
- Yes, she is.

Are you following
any method

in particular?

Ye-Yes.

The, uh, Riggs Method.

Oh. Well, I'm not familiar.

It's new. It's very unorthodox.

Uh, very few boundaries,

and-and...

no bathing.

- But mostly
- Ow.

we want Harper
to feel comfortable

in her own skin.

Yes.

Yes.

Fostering a sense of self.

That's precisely why

Kellogg restricts access
to popular culture.

- TV, Mama?
- Oh...

Is that a...

a television remote?

I don't know.

She makes so many things
out of clay a-and plastics.

- She's a little genius.
- Baby.

She has a laboratory
up in her bedroom.

Gluten-free macaroon?

Riggs?

I'm serious, Maureen.

I don't want to talk
about it right now.

Okay, well, then
you don't want

to talk about the fact
that all of Jonah's notes

are written on place mats.

From the same diner.

Floyd's.

You hungry?

What can I get you?

Actually...

need you to look at a photo.

You ever seen this guy?

Oh, yeah. You just missed him.

He was here maybe
a minute ago.

I was just about
to bus his table.

Hey, get out of the way!

Riggs, I think it's a detonator.

Jonah, what do
you have there?

Hey, why don't you
just put that down?

No. I'm gonna... I'm gonna
prove... I'm gonna prove

I'm not crazy.

Watch.

I knew it!

I told you,
it does control traffic!

The lights,
they all turned green.

I don't know.

Maybe he's not crazy,
after all.

Let's go.
We got-we got to stop Elvis!

Okay, maybe just a little bit.

You're like a new man, Jonah.

Little sleep

and a lot of medication.

Sounds like my kind of night.

Lot of people
been looking for you.

Some crazy theories
on what you've been up to.

I bet. The truth
will sound even crazier.

Well, you're in luck.

I speak crazy.

Okay.

Elvis is controlling traffic.

So you're gonna stick
to that story.

Not the Elvis. An Elvis.

Those guys who pose for photos

- on Hollywood Boulevard.
- Come on, Jonah.

Hasn't anyone ever told you?

Can't trust a man
in white leather pants.

Look, I saw these guys
dressed as Elvis

c-climbing up a utility pole,

installing
these trigger switches,

the one that you saw
change the light.

So, I-I posted a video about it,
and as soon as I did,

those Elvises
started following me everywhere.

I-I think one of them

came to my apartment
to try to kill me.

Okay.

Let me just make sure
I'm following.

So, Larry
was accidentally killed

because the Elvises
thought that he was you?

That's my theory.

Over some stoplights.

Not the lights.
The traffic.

Think about it.
I mean, thousands of people

trapped
in a tourist destination?

And no way out?

So you weren't planning
an attack.

You were trying to prevent one.

You saw this work.

You know
it isn't all in my head.

It's gonna be tough
getting everyone on board.

I know I don't always
see clearly.

I-I've made mistakes.

But this is my chance
to make it right.

You got to believe me.

Hey. How's the love of my life?

She's been better, Roger.

Harper was rejected
from Kellogg.

Damn it. I knew
I should have hid that remote.

No, Dr. Weir said

it wasn't the TV.

She made it abundantly clear
it was you.

Who was that person, baby?

It was the person
whose kid belongs at Kellogg.

No, Roger, Harper belongs
where she's happy.

And that might
have been Kellogg,

but now we'll never know.

What is happening?!

Okay, listen,
I'm sorry I screwed up.

But please don't drive angry.

No, honey.
I'm not honking at you.

It's just that Hollywood's
a mess, and this light

has not changed
for five minutes!

Wait, there's something wrong
with the lights in Hollywood?

Yes, and it's terrible timing.

And this mall, it's a zoo.

And why do they call it
Black Friday, huh?

- Because it lasts a week.
- Okay, I'm gonna have to call you back.

Hey, Bailey, I need to borrow

- that incredibly paranoid brain of yours.
- Okay, if you're ready.

What if Jonah was right
about traffic

but wrong about the bomb?

I'd buy it.

I've been checking the map
and Transpo shows lights

acting up all over Hollywood.

The whole neighborhood
has been gridlocked.

Okay. I never thought
I'd say this,

but we need to put a BOLO out
for Elvis.

Told you he wasn't dead.

Swing a right.

Sir!

You okay, sir?

Never better.

Drop it and get the hell out.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

To your right,

you'll see Gary Busey's
go-to bagel shop. Fun fact.

Gary is a pumpernickel man.

Lightly toasted.

And for all of you
Adam Levine fans,

we got a real big
excitement here.

I'm actually auditioning for...

Uh, hey, sir.

This is a private tour.

- These people paid money to be here.
- Oh.

Yeah, don't let me interrupt.

Uh, keep-keep going.

You're doing a great job.

Okay. Uh...

Martin, how did
you know...

Wait, have you been
following me?

That's awful paranoid.

I tracked your phone.

Well, if you came
for your change,

you're too late...
I already spent it.

Look, you told me
to come and find you,

or to tell you
when I got the list.

So, I found the list.

Had to do that
in person, huh?

I just don't want things
to be weird between us, okay?

I figured
if you saw the reasons

why we shouldn't date,

it'd make it easier
for you to understand.

Snatch it.

"She keeps the A.C.

at 74."

It's hot. It's hot.

- It's not that hot.
- It's 74. It's hot.

"Aggressive use
of cumin"?

- I do love my cumin.
- You love it.

As you can see,
those are valid reasons.

Oh, oh, it's a solid list.

You do realize it's
nowhere near complete, right?

I can think
of, like,

a dozen more reasons why
we shouldn't be together.

Let me find my pen.

Oh. Well, then great.

Good. I'm-I'm glad
you're on board.

Write down
all that you need to...

write down.

Hey, Rog.

Elvis has left the building.

Elvis has left the building.

Have you been
day-drinking without me?

Shut up and listen.

Transpo says that lights are out
all over Hollywood.

Okay? Someone's blocking traffic

trying to keep the cops out,
create an escape route.

Jonah was right...
there is a bomb.

Armored truck,
flush with Black Friday cash,

- headed to the bank.
- Let me guess. Elvis.

Back from the dead

and strapped.

No one's getting in or out
of Hollywood.

- But you're there, right?
- Yeah.

Me and a bus
full of German tourists.

And an armored truck
full of Elvises.

Hey.

The list is
gonna have to wait.

Okay, ladies and gentlemen,
uh, I have just found out

that Tom Cruise is
inside this dumpling house!

Great photo op!
Get your cameras, guys. Go, Molly.

Maverick!
Yes, sir, Cole Trickle!

All right, all right, people,
off the bus!

That's it. Yep, yep.
Thank you so much.

All clear back there.
All right.

I'm gonna have to take
this, if you won't mind.

Yep, yep, I'm a, uh,
industry professional.

All right, you'll
get it back. Maybe.

- You, too, princess.
- Oh, no,

I know exactly what I'm
getting into, and I'm staying.

You made a list of reasons
why we shouldn't date.

Well, I got reasons, too.
You're gonna hear 'em.

Burning time, Detective.

You know, I forget how
stubborn you are sometimes.

Ooh. Well, you should've
added that to this list.

Hang on.

All right!

Number one...

I've always beat you
at Mario Kart,

which drives you crazy.

Number two... I know what you
look like under that mustache,

which, frankly,
I'm still trying to get used to.

But the big one,

the real reason why we
shouldn't be together?

This is scary as hell.

Yeah. I'm scared.

And I know you're
scared, too.

I remember what
that looks like.

But that's good.

It means we've got
something to lose.

All right.

So, when we catch
them, what do we do?

What's the plan?

Uh, usually, these things

kind of just
work themselves out,

- you know.
- You... you haven't changed a bit.

You know that?
Give me the wheel.

- Not a chance.
- You need help,

and I've always been
a better driver than you anyway.

All right, look,
stay in their blind spot

- and ride the brakes.
- Martin,

I got this.

It's better than the movies!

He's on the roof.

I can't see nothin'.

Out of the way!

Dr. Weir?

Ah.

It's about time
you showed up.

And miss Elvis?

You were right.

That tour
was boring.

What do you want to do tonight?

Dr. Weir!

Oh. Funny running into you.

If this is about your daughter's
admission, Mr. Murtaugh,

I'm sorry...
all decisions are final.

Yes, we got the e-mail.

While I have you,
I do have one question.

Have you seen
any good movies lately?

Movies? No.

You know Kellogg's policy
on popular culture.

Shame. I just saw
a terrific film.

All captured...
on a dash camera

of a squad car.

- Oh.
- You can make out movie posters,

candy brands, even faces.

You know who
would enjoy this?

The headmaster.

Come to think of it,

there may have been

a... typo

- in that e-mail.
- What?

It should have said...

wait-listed.

No. I am wrong.

It was...

accepted.

Wow. Well, that's great news.

Okay, so that's
not the only copy.

I will see you at orientation.

Parked my car this way.

Well, good news.

Elvis sang like...
well, like Elvis.

Everything you said was right.

They killed Larry,
thinking it was you.

Can't have been easy
to believe me.

I... I don't know
how to thank you.

Well, thanks to you,
we have two less Elvises

disrespecting
the "Blue Suede Shoes."

Never trust a man
in white leather pants.

Jonah.

Daddy!

Hi.

Your dad saved the day.

I know.

He's a superhero.

Thank you.

Think he's gonna be all right?

It'll be a long road,
but he's got support.

Speaking of...

I heard you had
an exciting day with Molly.

Well, I gave her my list.

So that's it? You're done?

Oh, no. We're
gonna go out tonight.

Good.

I think you two are perfect
for each other.

No, we're terrible
for each other.

That's why it's perfect.

- where to, tour guide?
- I thought we'd go

to the L.A. Tar Pits.

You know,
since I love tar

and animals being stuck in it.

Yeah, actually,

I think I've done
enough sightseeing for one day.

- Yeah?
- Why don't you show me

Martin Riggs' L.A.

You must do something
around here for fun.

Well...

sometimes I get drunk.

Sometimes I drink milkshakes.

- Mm-hmm.
- But, on very...

very special days,

I do both.

Oh.

- Mm-hmm.
- You know a good place?

Shh! You're being too loud!

You're... you're
shouting right now.

You're shouting.

Shh.

Do you think
he heard us?

I don't know.

- Okay.
- Waah!

Ouch!

Riggs.

What the...

hell you doin' here?

Um, I could ask you
the same thing, Rog.

Would you like
a milkshake?

She's got the badge...

He's...

he's lactose-intolerant.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.
- Yeah, I'm lactose-intolerant.

And I'm intolerant

of this, too.

I expect this from you.

But you. Mm, mm.

You know what?
Don't have sex in my kitchen.

Wh-What?

I have a black light.

- Yuch.
- How dare you!

It's not
that gross.

Uh, maybe.

Oh...

- What?
- I've got another one.

- Mm?
- Ruining Murtaugh's sleep.

Ooh, put it on the list.

It's in my pocket.

In weird spots.

I'm not finding it.