02x06 - Gold Rush

[bunniefuu]

Howdy.

Whoo! Oh! Whoo!

Whoo! Corvette!

There is no substitute.

♪ Somewhere in this town ♪

♪ See, me and the boys,
we don't like it ♪

Oh, absolutely.

Now, I only joyride American.

♪ Hiding low, looking right to left ♪

Damn it. Jake, we might have
ourselves a slight problem.

Slowing down, Riggs?

You got a better idea?

Speed up. Unless you don't think
you can take him, in which case...

♪ Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak ♪

♪ Somewhere in the town ♪

♪ Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak ♪

- ♪ So don't you be around ♪
- Whoo-hoo!

And I thought that move
only worked on TV!

♪♪

Whoops.

Got any ideas?

Yeah.

Run!

Hey! You kids! Stop!

I look at
back at the choices I've made,

not just the decision
to try and feed my family

by robbing a dry cleaner...

Six dry cleaners.

And when I look back at all
of it, I feel deep regret,

uh... for the damage
that I've caused others,

my family and, most of all, my young son.

Uh...

but if given the chance,

I will put my focus
into contributing to society

the best that I can.

Uh, probably through charity work.

What sort of charity work?

I like dogs.

I-I love dogs,

so it'd probably be

- something with... that.
- Uh, Commissioner?

Excuse the interruption.

Detective Martin Riggs, LAPD.

I'm here to speak
on behalf of the prisoner.

Step forward, Detective.

How do you know Mr. Voss?

Over the past few years,

Jake Voss has been
our most valuable informant.

He's assisted me in many of
my criminal investigations.

Are you aware,
Detective, that Mr. Voss

has been in and out of jail

since he was 18?

Oh, from what I understand,
he was much younger than that, sir.

Our concern, simply put, is:

has Mr. Voss been rehabilitated?

In my professional opinion

as a law enforcement officer...

I'd say absolutely.

Open the gate!

Close it up!

Informant?

What the hell, man?

If that gets out
on the streets, I'm done.

Are these the same streets you're
gonna do your canine charity work?

When I said that you helped me

in my criminal investigations,
I wasn't lying...

considering everything I
ever learned about crooks,

I learned from you.

I appreciate that.

You appreciate it? Come here.

Just don't make me regret it, all right?

I wasn't lying in there when I said
I didn't want to go back to prison.

Good.

What?

What are you doing? Huh? ‭Oh...

Hey, I just always wanted to hit a cop.

‭Yeah?

Prison's made you soft, Jakey.

Of course.
All I could think about in there

was Molly and my son Ben.

You know they moved up here
to be closer to me?

Wait a minute.
Molly left Texas for your ass?

Yeah, like, five weeks ago.

And she's gonna flip when she sees me.

- And you, too.
- Come on, let's go. Load up.

‭Uh, well...

I got to run, Detective.

Uh, me and my friend Kenny
got an appointment

at the parole office, thanks to you.

Tomorrow night, swing by
Molly's... she'd love to see you.

And I want you to meet Ben.

Chip off the old block.

Hope not.

Mom, Dad, I'm home!
Where you at?

RJ, what are you doing home?

Laundry. I-I ran out of
detergent in my dorm room.

And here, it's free.

No, it's not.

I paid for it.

You realize the money that you wasted

on gas driving here could have been
used to buy your own detergent?

Wrong. I used Dad's
gas card, and that's free, too.

RJ, do you not understand ‭

- the word "free"?
- Hey!

Who put reefer in this box?

RJ, I am very disappointed in you.

- Me?
- ‭Mm-hmm.

You must be high right now.

'Cause it's not mine...

Hey, enough.

Who invited Mary Jane into my house?

- It's not mine.
- I don't even live here.

Okay, look,

you can talk to me... it's okay.

Remember...

I'm the cool parent.

What are you laughing at?

You know what? No one's gonna fess up?

If only someone

in this house had access

to a high-tech
law enforcement laboratory,

where one...

- Ow.
- ‭single...

strand of hair

could be tested for marijuana use.

So...

does any one of you
have something to say

before I have these analyzed?

At least we got hair to pluck, Mr. Clean.

I hope it's you.

I think it's Riana.

She probably fell in with
a couple of beatniks.

Or it could be RJ.

You know, he's in college now...
he could be experimenting.

Or it's both of 'em

having a little brother-sister bake-off.

Oh, you think this is funny?

They probably think weed
is cool because of you.

Look, I'm just saying they're good kids.

Right? Stoned or not.

Why are you in such a good mood?

Ah, well, I've got a friend in town.

You know, nice to see a familiar face.

- I didn't know you had other friends.
- ‭Yeah.

When am I gonna meet him?

That's not gonna happen.

Why not?

He hates cops.

Detectives, meet Albert

and Candi Cook.
This morning they returned home

from Palm Springs to find
their safe cracked open and...

The bastard stole my gold bars.

Your gold bars?

- Well, I declare.
- 20, to be exact.

- Worth three mil.
- Albert recently

transferred our entire
savings into physical gold.

Well, what was I supposed to do,
invest in the stock market?

Please. You get better odds in Vegas.

Trust me, folks, I, uh,
I ran a hedge fund.

Interesting. So I'm assuming
you're pretty bullish

on gold's long-term outlook.

Will you stop talking?

Sorry.

Uh... let's go look at the body.

Single GSW.

I'm guessing the guy's partner
pulled a double-cross.

Hmm, no honor among thieves.

Oh, no, Rog, don't-don't
forget about Robin Hood.

Was there any, uh, witnesses?

Neighbor said he saw a blue car

peel out in the middle of the night.

Check it out.

Could be a phone number.

It's faded from sweat, but
I'll see if I can work my magic.

Name's Kenny Stokes.

Paroled from prison...
wow, just yesterday.

Hmm. So his partner
waited for him to open his safe,

sh*t him, and then took the gold?

I guess someone had a
worse partner than me.

*LETHAL w*apon*
Season 02 Episode 06
Title: "Gold Rush"

Hey. What you up to?

Not a thing.

Figure out who the dope fiend

- in your family is yet?
- Not yet.

But you can bet I will.

All right.

Hey, so, I'm thinking about this...

long-lost friend of yours,

and why don't we all
get together for a beer?

It's not gonna happen, Rog.

But... Riggs,
you know everything about me.

You know, it would be
wonderful to meet someone

who knows you from way back.

I mean, I'm sure he's a great guy.

Obviously, I'm incredible.

Well, it goes without saying.

Right. I think we'd get along famously.

Yeah.

No.

Okay, where are we

on the Stokes case?

Uh, we put out a BOLO
for the suspect's car,

- but nothing yet.
- I've compiled

a list of Kenny Stokes' associates.

Considering he was
just paroled, I figured

I'd look into his former cellmates.

You know what? I'll take that.

Good for you, Riggs.

But isn't this something
you normally hand over

to Bowman and Bailey?

N... Normally, yes.

Uh, but... that's all gonna change today.

Should I be concerned?

About Riggs? Always.

Hey, Scorsese.

- How's it going, bud?
- Ah. I was just about to call you.

Coincidence.

Or... is there a mind-meld

- going on here?
- I'm gonna go with coincidence.

That's not as fun.

I used sulfide of ammonium

to lift the numbers.

It's for a cell phone

for a...

Molly Hendricks.

Molly Hendricks.

Okay. We'll get right on it.

Now, Roger,

how may I assist you?

Oh.

I need you...

to run an analysis on these two hairs.

I don't remember finding
any hairs at the crime scene.

Yeah. They're-they're
for a different case.

Now, I need you to test them
for marijuana,

but don't put the results in the system.

Why?

I... don't need to know.

And I'll keep it between us?

Because I trust your judgment.

Total mind-meld.

Hey, if you want to get a good slide,

back up right through there,

and when you come in, hit the brakes,

and then kick it around.

Hey! There you go.

Thanks, mister.

Oh, I...
I wouldn't call me a m-mister.

I mean, you're probably
more mature than I am, so...

Then what should I call you?

- Well...
- Trouble.

No way.

Martin Riggs.

Hey, Molly.

Molly Hendricks, an L.A. girl.

Good Lord Almighty,
I guess you live long enough,

- you'll just see everything, won't you?
- Oh, yeah.

Like Martin Riggs being an L.A. boy.

You take up surfing yet?

You know, I'm still trying
to perfect rollerblading.

You know, I'm so happy

that you haven't lost
your sense of humor, you know?

Now, your looks...

Mm-hmm! You better be careful,

because Ben already has
one parent in jail.

♪ All right ♪

♪ Are you really all right? ♪

About that...

What?

What are you doing here, Martin?

Jake was paroled yesterday.

Son of a bitch.

And he didn't call.

Should know better by now.

I just wish some day
he'd get his life together.

Like you did.

Oh.

A part of me still can't believe
you're a cop.

Yeah.

‭The way you and Jake carried
on when we were kids.

Sometimes I wonder what
the 12-year-old Martin would say

if he saw me now, you know?

He'd probably kick me
in the groin, take off running.

Molly, I'm gonna need you to call me

as soon as you hear from Jake.

He's already gone and done
something stupid, hasn't he?

That's why you're here.

I don't know.

But I need to talk to him.

One second.

- Hey.
- The numbers on Kenny's hands

connects him to a woman
named Molly Hendricks.

She's the girlfriend of
his old cellmate, a Jake Voss.

Check this out.

He was paroled yesterday, too.

Meet me at Molly's... 1411 Paul Terrace.

You know, funny,
I am actually, uh, close by.

Well, hey, brother. What are you doing?

Looking for you.

- Jake!
- ‭

- Jake!
- ‭

Hey! Hey!

‭Did you k*ll that man?

- No. Come on, man.
- Look at me, Jake!

God almighty, did you k*ll that man?!

No. No!

- You know I wouldn't do this.
- Let me go.

You owe me.

You better not go far.

Thank you.

Okay.

Hey.

Why did you let him go?!

You know that friend I had mentioned?

You just missed him.

Listen up, everybody.
The suspect's name

is Jake Voss,

and he has quite the rap sheet.

Where to begin? At, uh, 12, he...

I'm not comfortable.

Youthful shoplifting thing,

went straight
to pulling grand theft auto.

- Don't touch my settings.
- By the time

he was 16, he'd begun an illustrious...

I said I'm not comfortable
with you letting a m*rder*r go.

Well, Jake's not a m*rder*r, okay?

Stupid, yes, but he's not a k*ller.

And I thought getting
to know one of your friends

would help me understand you better.

- Yeah, well, you were wrong.
- ‭Yeah, I was.

Let's go get him. Everybody back to work.

Hey.

Where you going?

I'm gonna go talk to Jake.

By yourself? Man, come on.

Look, Rog, it's better
this way... for both of us.

It's unbelievable.

You trust that convict more than me?

No.

Roger, it's just complicated, okay?

You know what? Tell me,
what do you owe this dude?

Okay, I understand there was a history,

but do you actually
believe that he's innocent?

- Do you?
- ‭I do.

And if... and if he did it,
are you gonna bust him?

- I'll even let you read him his rights.
- Come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who's this guy?

Just relax, all right? This is Roger,

my partner. He's cool.

What's up, Roger?

It's illegal

to drink alcohol in public.

I thought you said he was cool?

I lied. Start talking.

All right, so Kenny and I are sitting

in our parole officer's waiting room.

Tells me he's got a line
on a big money score.

- How could I say no?
- ‭Easy.

- You just say no.
- Continue.

I was just the driver.
Is it really a crime to be a driver?

Yes, it's illegal,

especially when you're

a getaway driver.

Now where's the gold?

You think if I had it,
I'd still be in town?

Somebody else was there,
somebody not in on the score.

Did you see who it was?

No. He must've come through the back.

I mean, I heard a g*nsh*t,
I panicked and drove off.

Hey, Riggs,

you find that third guy,
you'll find your m*rder*r.

Come here.

We only did

a forensic search in the
front of the house, all right?

Let's go back,
let's do a full perimeter search.

Then that way, we can rule it...

Are you buying this? A third guy?

- What was it, the bogeyman?
- ‭Bogey... Stop it.

Come on. He's lying.

What do you mean? How...?
We don't know he's lying and...

Uh-oh.

It's Avery.

- I think he's pissed.
- What made you say that?

He says, "Get the duck
back to the office."

Oh. Well, you better
get the duck back then.

Look, stay with him, okay?

I don't want him going into the system

until I know exactly what's going on.

And, hey, you...
try not to do anything stupid.

Yes, sir, Officer.

- Uh...
- ‭Your country cousin

may trust you,
but I sure as hell don't.

Let's go.

You're supposed to search the
crime scene, not contaminate it.

I'm sorry. Bailey, can
we just talk about...?

‭ Shut up.

I'm working, and you
should be working, too.

I'll find something to clean this up.

Um, what is going on with you two?

Nothing.

We had a situation last night.

Situation?

Whoa. Did you two...?

Sleep together? No. No.

I accidentally sent him a sext.

What?

And before I could tell Bowman
it was an accident,

he rejected me.

What an idiot.

- 'Cause you're...
- ‭Hey.

Uh,

SID found a hair by the back door.

Might be from the k*ller.

Analyze it.

Now.

Yeah. Got it.

Hey, Cap.

Riggs, meet Robert McCoy.

He was the parole officer

assigned to both Kenny Stokes

and Jake Voss. Thought he might

have some ideas of where to find Jake.

Why don't you tell him what you told me?

That I'd start my search
with the police detective

who spoke at Jake's parole hearing.

Right.

Why the hell didn't you
tell me you knew the suspect?

Well, in fairness, you never asked.

And I know a lot of people.
You know, I know the Murtaughs,

I know you, and now Mr. McCoy here.

I'm gonna write a list,
like a compile of all the names

- of people I...
- ‭Riggs?

Can you give us the room, please?

This... is a copy of the
juvenile court records

for your friend.

Those records are sealed.

I unsealed them. I read what

he did for you, and understand

why you might feel indebted to him.

And that's why I'm gonna
cut you some slack.

Do you know where Jake is?

Not a clue.

So you and
Riggs stole a car, huh?

We were just borrowing it.

At 13?

My partner was

a juvenile delinquent.

Unbelievable.

And now he's a cop.

Mm-hmm.

Well, be honest with me.

He any good at it?

Yeah.

He's pretty good.

I can believe that, actually.

Riggs kept me out of a lot
of trouble when we were kids.

Got me into my fair share, too.

It's just hard to imagine

what my life would be like
if I hadn't met him.

What does he owe you?

Hey, check it out!

There's a crime in progress.

Keys.

There.

You're making a huge mistake.

Won't be my first.

All right, cuff yourself to the wheel.

I owe you a taco.

Hey, buddy. You all right?

You need to get some new friends.

All right, look,

you have to know that
Jake was completely aware

of the airbags and anticipated...

He pointed my g*n at my head.

But he didn't sh**t you.

‭Right?

Rumor was
you were dead, Murtaugh.

But I knew better. Mind-meld.

All right, what do you got?

We found a hair
near the back door of the house.

Guess what.

DNA match

to Jake.

What?

It can't be.

Tested it twice. It's his.

You see? He lied, Riggs.

And if he lied about that,
then he probably lied

about everything else.

By the way,

also got the results back on those hairs

you wanted tested for... marijuana.

Which one came back positive?

The short one or the long one
with the leave-in conditioner?

Neither. They're both clean.

But if it's not RJ's
and it's not Riana's,

then it would have to be...

Who?

Trish.

Ugh.

Hey.

This doesn't make any sense.

The drill didn't even
cr*ck through the lock.

It didn't even make it through the back.

Then how did Kenny open it?

He didn't.

It's a decoy.

Kenny must have knew the combination

before he walked in here.

So the burglary was an inside job.

Huh.

Nice work, partner.

What a day.

Oh, baby.

- How's your head, huh?
- ‭

You want me to get you something?

You know... ‭Hmm?

I think, uh...

what I need is just to relax.

You know? Take the edge off.

Ooh. That's exactly what I was thinking.

- Yeah.
- ‭

You know, I mean, we can
do something together.

- Okay.
- ‭Something fun.

- Mm-hmm.
- ‭A little dangerous.

Perhaps even... a little illegal.

- Illegal?
- ‭

Okay, what
do you have in mind?

I don't know. Maybe we can, you know...

- Yeah.
- ‭A joint?

- Yeah.
- ‭Oh, my God.

How hard did you hit your head?

As hard as you've been
hitting this marijuana.

Roger, what are you talking about?

- No, no, no, no.
- ‭Come on, now.

You are too smart to play dumb.

I found this in the house.

And I drug-tested the kids,

so I know it's not theirs.

You drug-tested our children?

Look, look, look, I'm not mad.

It's obvious that you
have a drug problem.

Okay? Because pot,

at least for the next few months or so,

in the state of California,
is illegal.

Okay. And I'm a cop.

Which makes this a problem.

Mm-hmm. You know what?
The only problem here is you.

This isn't my joint, Roger.

And I don't appreciate
you accusing me.

Take it.

Okay. Well, if it's not yours,

then who does this belong to?

Mmm, I don't know,

perhaps someone with the
proclivity for getting high,

who is in our home
all the time, Roger.

- Riggs.
- ‭Riggs.

- You know what? You're right.
- ‭Hmm.

- I'm sorry.
- ‭Really? Oh, yeah.

Look. Hey, you don't have to relax me,

- I'll relax you. Let me... ‭
- Oh.

- You know what, honey? No.
- ‭Hmm?

You relax yourself.

Yeah.

Drug tests, really.

You know what? Go relax yourself.

That's not the worst idea.

♪♪

♪ Here I am ♪

♪ Out in the rain ♪

♪ I know I can't... ♪

Jake, she's gonna b*at your record.

Yeah, like
I already b*at yours.

Ha. b*at that.

New high score.

Boy, you home?!

- Y'all got to go.
- Get out the back.

- Get out. Go.
- Where are you, you little rabbit?

Speak up when I call you.

So now you're stealing cars?

And then crashing 'em?

Dad, let me just...

You'd think after last time,

you'd have learned something.

But...

I guess I went too easy.

No, sir.

Shut up.

I'm getting real tired of your excuses.

I'm tired of getting hit.

What's that?

Now you're gonna talk back to me?

Talk back, you little smartass.

Now talk back.

Ah, well, look at this.

Look who's a cowboy.

Okay, cowboy.

You keep your finger
on that trigger, and you pull.

But I need you to do me a favor.

Don't miss.

Pull it!

Come here.

♪♪

Detectives.

Please tell me you have good news.

That you found my gold.

Not yet, but we are getting close.

We're really getting close.

See, we believe that there
was a third person involved.

And that third person, we think,

is both the m*rder*r and the thief.

Really? And who might this, uh,
mysterious third person be?

Oh, that's you.

You see, Mr. Cook,
your safe was not broken into.

In fact, it was opened
with the combination.

Now, how do you suppose

- that happened? Hmm?
- ‭Hmm?

I believe I'd like to call my lawyer.

Detectives, as my client
has now clearly explained,

he's the victim here.

That's right. My wife's
been cheating on me, okay?

There. I've said it.

She was banging my mechanic.

So he was waxing your car and your wife.

- I couldn't... I'm sorry.
- That was really good.

- I'm sorry.
- What are you sorry about?

Thanks.

So my client made the
admittedly poor decision

to ask a friend to stage
a minor break-in.

I gave Kenny the combination
and I left the house alarm off.

It was a fool-proof plan.

At least it would have been,

if Kenny hadn't gotten sh*t.

And how would you know a guy
like Kenny Stokes, anyway?

We met in the, uh,

the parole office.

I was, uh, serving 14 months

for a tax evasion.

W-W-Wait. Who was your parole officer?

Robert McCoy, I think.

Why?

Robert McCoy?

LAPD.

Might as well just wait it out.

Yeah.

Bowman, do I need
to leave you in the car?

I'm sorry. I'm just nervous
around you now.

I feel like you hate me.

I don't hate you.

I was just... I was a little
nervous about the whole thing.

But you don't need to be.

Sexting is awesome.

I mean, you should see
some of the stuff on my phone.

Sorry.

Obviously, I knew it wasn't for me.

Well, if that's the case,
then why did you text me,

"Let's just be friends"?

It was a joke.

I'd heard you mention you'd been
seeing someone.

I figured it was for him or her.

- Him.
- ‭Great.

Great.

Shut up, Bowman.

Really.

I'm sorry. I just don't want
things to be awkward between us.

Too late for that.

Hey, come here.

Mm-hmm.

Lay down with me.

Mm-hmm.

Look.

Oh.

Our theory is that he's
eavesdropping on the parolees.

And then piggybacks off their scores.

Okay, so Jake and Kenny

talk about the job in the parole office,

McCoy eavesdrops,
beats them to the score.

Hmm.

Well, now, what does
that mean for us, Roger?

Come on. I don't...

Oh, no, no, no, no. Go ahead.
I-I'm not gonna,

I'm not gonna say
"I told you so," just...

Okay, means your buddy Jake
is not the k*ller.

I told you so.

All right.

Okay. So does McCoy have the gold?

Why wouldn't he just lay low?

I mean, if he had the gold,
why would he go after Jake?

Maybe Jake has the gold.

Nah, he'd be sipping piña coladas by now.

What if he stashed it?

Couldn't get to it yet.

But where?

It's not in the house.

You mind if I take her for a spin?

Ain't you a sight for sore eyes.

Are you still pissed at me?

I take it that's the gold

that you thought was worth bringing

all this chaos into our life.

Oh, don't give me that, baby.

Come on, let me see those pretty
brown eyes of yours.

Where's Ben?

Come on.

You really thought

I was gonna take our son
on the run with you?

Never gonna happen.

I'm sorry, Jake, this ends here.

Molly, what have you done?

Don't blame her, Jake.

It's on me, buddy.

And me.

Remember me?

I came for the tacos you owe me.

Oh, so that's it.

You're gonna take me away from my lady

and my son.

You did this, Jake.

You did.

Riggs, I-I didn't sh**t Kenny.

I don't know who did, but it wasn't me,

- and you know that.
- Look, we know you didn't k*ll him.

Jake, I got to take you in
for the gold, man.

I-I get it.

You think that debt's been paid.

I owe you everything.

But I don't have a choice.

I've got to take you in.

It's McCoy.

I got him.

Come on. Come on.

Stupid idiot.

You're an idiot.
Man, what were you thinking,

coming back for the gold?

I wanted to give something to Ben.

I wanted to be a father.

Better than the daddies we had.

You ever get out of jail,

at least you know
where the parole office is.

Listen to me.

I'll talk to the D.A.

All right?

You'll do three years, tops.

I can't go back to prison.

I won't make it.

Boy!

Okay.

Okay... okay what?

If I ever see you again,

you're gonna spend the rest
of your life in prison.

What? What are you talking about?

Come on. Hit me.

Can't...

Hit me.

Harder! Hit me!

The gold stays.

M-Molly?

Okay.

All right.

Riggs, why'd you let this guy go?

Oh, I... I got winded.

You know, I think I need
to do more calisthenics

or, you know, get some exercise.

- No, you let him go.
- Work on the core.

You want to tell me
what you owe that dude?

Okay. You know what? Hey.

Forget it. Do me a favor.

Anything, Rog. You name it.

Don't introduce me
to no more of your friends.

Well, that's easy.

Only have one friend left.

He's a great guy. He lives in Texas.

He's in the oil business, but I think

- you'd like him. You know, you...
- You know what?

How about no more friends?

Oh, Rog.

I'm just kidding.
Come on, you know I love you.

So, that's it? You just let
the bad guy get away?

Yep, Jake is on the run.

But, uh, I take offense to "bad guy."

- He's got a great sense of humor.
- Well, I just got word

that he ditched
his Lamborghini in San Diego.

Do you think he's going to Mexico?

Perhaps.

Or maybe it's a decoy.

I just... Fugitives, right?

‭Riggs.

You will tell me

if and when you hear from him.

Right?

You'll be the first call I make.

Um...

Listen, not a lot of people know about...

what happened with my father.

So I would appreciate it
if there's any way we could...

Know about what?

I figured it out.

What's that?

What Jake has on you.

I know all about your first kiss.

Mary Ann DeLeon.

You got bad intel, Rog.

This wasn't my first kiss.

♪ It's a churchyard auction ♪

♪ A sight to see ♪

Well...

♪ And the odds are lean ♪

When I was at my weakest,

I couldn't fight back,

Jake saved my life.

And he went to jail for it.

So...

You care to elaborate?

No.

Okay.

Oh, while we're opening up and sharing,

what the hell are you doing
leaving a joint in my house?

Yeah, I know it's yours.

May I?

♪ But to each be true ♪

See, Rog, this would be
classified as a pinner.

I roll fatties. But, uh...

thanks.

♪ A house of stone ♪

What'd you tell Ben?

The truth.

I've never lied to him
about who his daddy was.

I'm not gonna start now.

Jake's never coming back, is he?

I don't know.

Well, I hope he finds some happiness.

'Cause Lord knows I am gonna make sure

that Ben and I find ours.

♪ Say that devil's a sly one ♪

♪ With many kind friends ♪

How about you? You all right?

♪ His riches are boundless ♪

Yeah, I'm good.

Don't talk to me like
I'm other people, Martin.

We have way too much history.

♪ The shadow's grown ♪

♪ But in the light ♪

You know, I've been thinking.

Now, don't go doing that.

♪ A house of stone ♪

Maybe...

I could come check on you and Ben.

You know, from time to time.

♪ A house of stone. ♪

If you're okay with that.

Yeah, I'm okay with that.

I think that would be real nice.

They're not yours.

They're not RJ's.

They're not Riana's.

They're not Riggs'.

Who else could've put that

in the box of Nachman's Famous Cookies?

Harper's only two.

Imagine if that was Harper's.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Wait, honey.

Honey. Honey, you found them in the box

- of Nachman's Famous Cookies?
- In the Famous Cookies.

Oh, my God. That's cousin Connie.

Cockeyed Connie.

You remember the last time she visited.

- Right?
- ‭Yeah.

She brought her special medicine

- Yeah.
- ‭from her doctor

to treat her glaucoma.

She must have forgotten them.

Mmm. Mmm.

These are good.

Oh, my God. Honey.

- Hmm? Hmm?
- ‭Honey. Um...

Mmm. ‭These are cousin
Connie's special gummy bears.

What's so special
about a gummy bear?

Her special ones.

It's marijuana?

- Mm. Oh, no, no, no, no.
- Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait.

- I'm eating weed. No, no.
- We're gonna remain cool and calm.

- I got weed in my mouth.
- No, I know...

Okay, we're
gonna remain calm.

We're gonna make cool. Cool, baby.

- Cool. Right? We cool. We cool. We cool.
- We cool. We got to be cool.

How many did you take?

About 15.

How long has he been sitting there?

An hour. Maybe more.

Hey, amigo.

Hey, Riggs.

Yeah.

How you feel, bud?

I feel...

vivid.

‭All right. Yeah.

Well, perfect, buddy. Let's start...

let's...

let's start
with one of these guys, right?

Oh, man.

Hey, you have any Allman Brothers?
‭

Almond butter? No.

Maybe in the kitchen there's almond...

Not almond butter.

You know what, forget it.

- It's okay.
- ‭Oh.

Yeah. Speaking of, though,

how about some snacks?

What are you doing? Oh, Riggs.

Who are you?

Buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy. ‭What?

Oh, snap.

What are you made of?

We got cheese?

Cheese.

Now cr*cker.

- Okay.
- ‭What am I...

There you go. Put the cr*cker in.

- Right?
- ‭Uh-huh.

- I don't know.
- ‭Mm-hmm.

Mmm.

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.

Man.

The velvety cheese...

- Mixed with the salty cr*cker.
- Oh.

- Yeah.
- ‭Okay?

- Thank you, Riggs.
- ‭Mm-hmm.

Mmm.

Oh, the sound is blowing my mind.

Hey, Riggs.

Hmm?

Finally get you, man.

Welcome to my world, Rog.

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