02x07 - Birdwatching

[bunniefuu]

* One time

* Mama, I ain't made it

* Give me time
and watch me go... *

How's the water?

Wet.
Yeah.

How are the waves?
Fun.

You ever surf
here before?

No, but I'm from Del Mar.

So, think
I'll be all right.

* My lectures
'cause I love to party *

* Maybe university
wasn't for me *

* But that's okay

* Yeah.

Hey, you lost, bro?

Beach is that way.

All right, man.

Private break. Go home
or go to the hospital.

Your choice.

Come here, boy!

How you doing, boy?

Why do you think
you can't sleep?

Ugh, I don't know.

Um, waves,

birds-- is it illegal

to sh**t ravens
in-in Los Angeles?

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

You've been
at the beach a while.

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

Look, if you could just
give me something,

like, maybe prescribe me
something, you know,

that could help me sleep.

What kind of dreams?

Oh, you know, the "yoozh."

Uh, you know.

Burt Reynolds and myself,
Loni Anderson,

we're on the set
of Cannonball Run.

I'm Dom DeLuise,

which has always been
a little weird to me.

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

to take this seriously?

Hey, Doc, there are few things
in this world

that I take more seriously
than Cannonball Run.

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

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

So if you could just
give me something

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

You also have addiction issues
I have to consider.

You can't just
walk in here

demanding dr*gs.
That's not how this works.

I can't think straight,

right, a-a-and I carry a g*n
for a living.

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

Your childhood friends
recently came back in your life.

Have you considered
the fact that...

All right.

Sweet dreams.

Not funny.

Well, it's not not funny.

All right.
Riggs.

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

when you're ready to talk to me.

Honey, you sleep okay?

No, I did not.

Between Harper's bladder
and your phone

buzzing all night...

I may have gotten
four hours.

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

Who is texting you?

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

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

What the hell is so funny?

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

Why? Is it a joke
in another language?

And how
many languages

does your work friend
Scott know anyway?

I am so sorry I kept you up.

But did you just sneak
a look at my phone?

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

with Eddie Murphy
and Steve Harvey's mustache.

Scott is a big part
of the charity dinner

for the Innocence Project.

And if I've been
preoccupied lately,

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

who have spent years
of their life in prison

for crimes they didn't commit.

Tonight is about them.

Tonight?

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

I'm so sorry.

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

It's okay, really, really.

I will just see you
when I get home.

Mwah.

Oh, my goodness.

Come on, Rog.

It's okay, man.

She wasn't even
slightly bothered

that I couldn't make it.

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

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

It's unbelievable
is what it is.

Exactly.

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

Yeah, s-since the car there,

about the...

Morning, Detectives.

You two look... not great.

Didn't sleep.
Didn't sleep.

Oh, you two aren't
sleeping together?

Talk about not-hot gossip.

Dead body. Talk.

Please meet Mr....

I d*ed from Blunt Force Trauma
to the Head.

Okay, so we got
a wetsuit, broken board,

sharp rocks?

Looks like a wipeout.
Why are we here?

Because I literally
just picked his brain,

and found shards
of stainless steel in his skull.

Lividity suggests
he d*ed around midnight,

but I'm gonna have
to confirm.

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

before the birds
have a party with him.

Hey, Riggs, you all right?

Oh, yeah.

Living the dream, buddy.

Hey.
Hey.

How'd it go at the beach today?

Scorsese's got the body now.

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

Perfect.

Has Trish mentioned
a "Scott" to you?

Some guy she's working with?

No.

You would tell me

if there was something
I needed to know, right?

About what?

Th-- about Scott.

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

of the night, and...
And what?

She's giggling.

Giggle texts.

Not giggle texts.
Mm-hmm.

Got more info
on our dead surfer.

Name's Kyle Kennedy, 29,
born and raised

in Del Mar,
San Diego.

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

The Shore Boys
are a nasty bunch.

The Shore Boys?

A surf g*ng in that area.

Yeah, they're gnarlier

than your local,
average crew.

Whoa. Surf g*ng.

Straight outta Malibu.

Shaking in my flip flops.

Actually, it's Palos Verdes.

And these guys
can get seriously violent.

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

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

I once got jawed there.

You snake that wave?

Brah.

Brah. Brah.
Brah.

Hey, hey, stop it.
What?

It's embarrassing.
You're too old.

I'm not that old.
Brah.

Anyways, since Bowman

is familiar,
maybe a little too familiar

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

Yes. We'll shred this case.

"Shred" is surf slang.

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

I sent him home.
He needs some sleep.

I told him, "Go get a nap."

Minus his baba.

Okay. Is there anything else?

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

who filed several complaints
against some rowdy surfers,

and a restraining order
against a Cody Lewis.

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

And Riggs and Murtaugh
will talk to the neighbor.

Wait a minute.

The "B" team gets g*ng duty,

and Riggs and I get the
noise complaint guy?

Dude.

Chillax.

Surf lingo.

Hell of a view.

But all it reminds me
of, these days,

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

Because of the Shore Boys g*ng?

That's right.

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

use your fancy,
little sophisticated, uh,

thingamacoffee?

Yeah, um...

Help yourself.

The Shore Boys are a menace.

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

and their precious waves
for locals,

but all they are...

just a bunch
of alcohol-

and drug-abusing
violent thugs...

That's a little complicated.

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

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

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

Who's Cody Lewis?

He's the ringleader. Some people

around here,
my son included, seem to think

that he's God's gift
to the waves

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

I guarantee you,

Cody is
a part of it.

Innocence Project dinner.
You're going to this?

Yeah. $10,000 a ticket

and the food sucks.

But it's for
a great cause.

That's my son, Austin.

Any kids,
Detective?

Three.

Sometimes it feels like four.

What do you want me to do?

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

Hey. Earth to Austin.
What the hell?

These men are detectives.

They're here about
the body that was found

on the beach yesterday.
You know anything about that?

Nope.

Sorry,

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

with Cody Lewis
and the boys.

And as you can see...

God!

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

Oh!

That thing is complicated.

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

Oh, who needs sleep?
It's overrated.

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

No, but I can show him to you.

A few months ago, I had
these cameras installed

so I could collect
video footage so I could

Stop that.
show the city
so they could start

to enforce a curfew.

I want my beach back.

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

I just wish
the cameras had audio.

I say we hear him
loud and clear.

Loud and clear!

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

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

Murtaugh and Riggs
are on their way.

You sure your boy Cody
will show up?

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

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

and his buddies will be here.

Bowman.
Hey.

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

What's up?
I'm just a guy

people like to high-five.

I'm high-five-able.

"High-five-able."

Yeah, it's my thing.

Top shelf. No charge.

Thanks, but, uh...

we're actually on duty.

You know him?

Not personally.

Professionally?

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

Wasn't a punch, more of a shove.

You shoved a shark?

Yeah, and he saved five kids

who were surfing nearby.

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

They saved themselves, really.

We're actually looking
for Cody Lewis.

Uh, late 20s,
long brown hair.

Don't know him.

Punched-out-a-shark guy!

Riggs, that's Cody!

Got him.

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

Hey, Rog.
This is more fun.

Hey.

What the hell?
Hey, my board.

Really?

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

Or you just hate ravens?

The caffeine's starting
to wear off.

Come on.

So you b*at the guy up
because he surfed your cove?

That's...

I had words with
some Del Mar kook, yeah.

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

Sounds about right.

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

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

Now these hedge fund
millionaires

and trust fund
kids show up

and want to take
lessons there?

They're not just
stealing our waves.

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

That beach, those waves.

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

I don't think you're the guy.

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

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

Blade? What?

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

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

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

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

but I never saw him again.

And wh-what-what-
what footage?

We got security footage
of a house down the beach.

From Tom Noble?

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

He just blames me
'cause his son wants

nothing to do with him.

So, what, it's my fault

that Noble's kid hates him

'cause he's a lousy father?

No, no, it's not against the law

to be a terrible dad--
if it was,

it'd make my job
a lot more difficult.

So, if you had nothing
to do with this,

then, where were you at
last night?

The cove, surfing,
like always.

I wasn't out long, though.

I took a spill and got cut.

I thought it was the rocks,
but it was actually

Tom Noble's sunken boat.

I needed five stitches.

You can ask the hospital
if you want.

When did Noble's
boat sink?

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

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

If I knew you guys
were coming,

I would have
cleaned up a little.

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

Is it possible that
the cause of death

was propeller blade?

Possible.
And can I just say

this guy has an
unusually thick skull,

so it was no small feat

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

this pretty sweet
vibrating bone saw.

Ooh.
Hey, hey, Scorsese,

just... what did you find?

Okay.

Alloy of aluminum,

and stainless steel,
along with other

corrosion-resistant
materials,

which are used to operate
in sea water,

so, yeah, your theory
is plausible.

Propellers rotate,
like a turning screw.

This guy definitely
got screwed.

Okay, so you go
check out the boat,

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

Are you going to go spy
on your wife

'cause you think she's cheating?

No.

What?

Trish cheating?
Mm-mm.

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

She'd just leave you.

Plus, you know, cops' wives,

they never know when
you're gonna just,

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

Or a backup man.

Hey-oh!

Not helpful.

Go.

Not helpful.

We can celebrate another time.

I'm looking for my wife,
Trish Murtaugh.

One moment.

I need a 20 on
Mrs. Murtaugh.

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

LAPD.

What the hell is
going on here?

Roger, what are you...?

Scottie Pippen.

Scott is Scottie?!

Chicago Bulls.
Six rings.

Oh, my God, Scottie Pippen!

Mm-hmm.
Scottie Pippen!

Scott, this is
my husband, Roger.

Roger, nice to meet you.

Your wife is amazing.

You're amazing.

Scott is our keynote
speaker tonight.

It's Scottie.
Sorry about that.

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

I can put up the last sh*t
in a packed arena,

but giving speeches,
I freeze up.

No, not anymore.
Not tonight.

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

No, Scottie.
And she's right.

You know what,

you are Scottie freakin' Pippen!

You follow me, player?
No, not really.

You think Michael Jordan would
have put up all those points

if he didn't have you
by his side?

Yeah, probably.

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

True.
Okay.

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

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

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

Roger.

My reading glasses
are broke.

How am I gonna
read my speech?

You know what, we will just

make the words bigger
on the card.

I'm sorry, Scott.

And he's got this, right, honey?

It's gonna be... yeah.

When police departments

cannot be held accountable,

there is no man-to-man defense

capable of protecting
any of us.

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

Corny.
I wrote that.

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

That's annoying.
That's your phone.

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

Um...

uh, because of...

I'm gonna have to take a 20.

This better be important.

Arrest Tom Noble.
I just found a bunch

of cocaine on the sunken boat.

You sure it's his?
Positive.

Arrest his ass.

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

Excuse me for that.

To continue, I just want to say

there is hope.

We are freeing
more innocent people each year,

like the five men and women
sitting here.

Tom Noble, you are

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

Yeah, like everyone else
in prison.

Except these fine people
right here.

I'm sorry about
your incarceration.

How about it
for Scottie Pippen, huh?

Why am I here?

Well, Tom, we found your boat

sunken in front
of your beach house,

filled with 30 kilos
of cocaine.

And a chunk of flesh
on the propeller

matches our victim.

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

Mr. Noble reported

that his boat was stolen
two days ago.

He did?

Here's a copy
of the police report,

which, clearly,
you did not have.

Huh.

So, maybe you should
spend your time

investigating that crime

instead of harassing my client.

Yeah, um, give
us a second.

The dr*gs was his, right?
Positively, now.

Well, they were positively
on the boat, yes.

His stolen boat?

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

My apologies
to Mr. Noble.

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

for any reason,
just please let us know.

Told you, Cody Lewis
and the Shore Boys

are behind all of this.

What is wrong with you two?

That is a rookie move
to bring him in here

without anything else.

His rookie move.

And because of it,
now neither Trish

nor Scottie Pippen
is talking to me.

You know Scottie Pippen?

Yeah.
He thinks Trish is
hooking up with him.

No.

Not-not anymore.

Oh, Scott is Scottie?

And vice versa.
Yeah, yeah.

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

Scottie Pippen
I'm all right with.

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

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

He's got huge feet.
Hey, hey.

Hey! It's the wife.

It's not funny.

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

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

Tomorrow. Go home.

Get some sleep.

I've already
missed my window.

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

Want me to knock you out?

I would love
to see you try.

If I sh*t him...

* I was walking
down the street one day... *

There she is,
my little sweet potato.

Look, I am sorry
about the way I behaved.

Please accept these
dozen long-stem roses

and this bottle
of Chateau Baudin,

which cost

RJ's next semester in college.

You traumatized Scottie Pippen.

I know.

But not like
the Detroit Pistons did

back with the bad... no.

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

It's not funny, Roger.

I know.

Look, I'm sorry.

And you know what,
maybe, just maybe,

I helped raise more money

for the Innocence Project

by showing the real problem
with law enforcement.

I'm just saying.

You...

are lucky

you are going
to get a taste

of this at all.

Hmm. I'm thirsty.

* At least that's the way
it seems *

* How can I make you love me?

Roger, what are you do...

What?!

Why is he texting you

winky, kissy face emojis?

The event is over.

We are still friends, Roger.

Friends don't text
suggestive emojis.

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

After all these years,
really?

Give me my phone.

Good night, Roger.

Hey, hey, Trish.

Baby, I'm sorry.

All right?

What about my, my taste?

Oh, a taste.

You might not get a taste
for a long time.

Long, honey.

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

Mm-mm.

That's a lot of longs.

Get up, boy.

Made you breakfast.

Man, you was tossing
and turning all damn night.

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

Oh, you remember
when your mama d*ed?

You made me

leave your closet light on,

but you still cried

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

Yeah, you did.

Well...

Get it while it's hot.

Well, go on, son.

You need to eat.

I fixed it for you.

It's good.

Oh.

Spit out all you want, son.

But you got me in you...

and always will.

What are you doing here?

Same as you,
I couldn't sleep.

Yeah, I've been having
these nightmares.

About what?

My old man.

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

Surprise, surprise.

Hey, um...

sorry for jumping the g*n
on Noble.

And for ruining Trish's event.

An apology?

I must be dreaming.

Is she still pissed?

Oh, yeah.

You ever send cute emojis,
like little winky eyes,

to someone who's supposed
to be a friend?

Yeah, me either.

Before I passed out,

I was going
through Noble's record

and I found
a possession charge.

dr*gs found in a 2007 Jetta.

2007.

Unpaid speeding ticket.
Driver: Austin Noble.

Kid gets busted.
Dad takes the rap.

Guess not everybody had
a nightmare for a father.

I was heading out
to the boat, all right?

I saw someone
come out of the water,

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

He took the bricks.

Austin, you're the one
who told me

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

and there's cops
sniffing around?!
Dude,

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

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

I'm gonna stop
you right there

because I'm sensing
a little attitude.

Is that attitude, Austin?

Here's a better question.

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

That's on you.

Duke, come on, man.

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

But your daddy does.

What you think, Austin?

How much is a son
worth to his father?

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

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

What the hell
are you doing?

Looking for free samples. Right?

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

You broke into my office
and you're looking for dr*gs.

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

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

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

No, not sleep.

Stay awake, right?

Just like a, uh...

Amphetamine?
Yes, an amphetamine.

Just till I close
the case. Please?

Are you still having
the same nightmare?

Basically,

and I promise to come in here,

and sit on that couch

and talk to you about it

as soon as I close that case.

You can talk to me now.

Okay? Please, look,

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

what would it be?
Breakfast.

Ooh.

Tea? This early in the morning?

Really? Come on, Cahill.

Got a hit
on Austin's phone.

He's heading
in this direction.

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

I got to admit,
that's super badass.

Ah, not really.

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

You're a hero.

Just take the free drinks
and run.

It was a dolphin.

I'm sorry, what?

I punched a dolphin,
not a shark.

Wait, are you serious?

Because everybody...

Thinks it was
a shark. I know.

It was huge and gray
and it had that

big fin thing.

Mistakes happen, you know.

You see a dorsal fin...

Bailey, I could've
taken out its eye.

What does a dolphin do

without peripheral
vision, huh?

Can you see over there?

Yes, because I
have two eyes.

No, Riggs and Murtaugh
said he drives

a 2007 Jetta, right?

That's him.
He's pulling over.

Get out of the car!

Hands on the wheel!

Out of the car,
hands on your head.

Slow and easy, Austin.

Put your hands up.

Turn around.

Why you driving
Austin's car, Cody?

Where's Austin now?

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

We were supposed to
surf this morning,

but I went down to the beach

and his board was just
sitting in the sand

next to his phone
and car keys.

Anybody else
looking for Austin?

Not that I know of.

But what?

Austin's been hanging out

with these other guys lately.

Skinheads.
Pretty hard-core.

You know anything
about those guys pushing

large quantities
of coke?

Give us a name.

Duke Rawlings.

That's the leader
of that skinhead g*ng.

I told Austin
he was bad news,

but he bought from him anyway,

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

Favors like using his dad's boat
to move dr*gs?

Yeah, maybe.

Your son has been associating

with a guy named Duke Rawlings.

He's got connections
to the Aryan Brotherhood.

Aryan Brotherhood? No.

He is messed
up, and he...

he's probably an addict,
but he's no r*cist.

Where's your son now?

I don't know.

He called before.

He said...

he said he was...

He said what?

Said he'd been kidnapped

and that he
needed money.

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

Nice.
Father of the year.

I didn't think it was real.

He's been lying to me for years.
And every penny

I've ever given him has always
gone right up his nose.

So when do you stop
throwing money

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

How about never?

He was a great kid.

Growing up, we
used to be close.

And then his mother d*ed
and I don't know...

I just wasn't
good enough.

That's him.

It's a Skype request.

Answer it.

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

(exhales) Dad...

you need to wire them
a million dollars...

or they're gonna k*ll me.

Dad, please...

Don't hurt him! Please!

Hey, hey, hey...

Dad, please!

You have one hour,

or we're gonna take his hand.

Dad, please!

Please, Dad!

What's taking so long?

Need the IP address
they sent the Skype from.

Here you go.

Yeah. All right,
we just took that right.

Okay, thanks, Bailey.

She said it should be
just up here.

Well,

we have
a few choices:

birds, plants or pizza delivery?

Tweet-tweet.

Tweet-tweet.

Hey! What the hell
are you doing?!

Red-breasted sapsucker.

What'd you call me?

Oh, no, not you, my friend.

The bird that
I'm hunting.

And by hunting,
I mean bird-watching.

* Now hear my throat...

Do I look like
I care about birds?

My, my, my!

I think I just
saw two more...

sapsuckers!

You better turn and run, now.

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

the bird that I'm
really looking for

actually flies to the
southwest corner every winter.

* But your eyes

* They can't lie to me

* When you lie

* In another's arms

Hey!

* I really hate this slow burn

* While you sleep all around

* Oh, let it out, let it out

* Now I dread

* The thought of you

* Oh, and I just want to say

* You dropped

* Your vanity

* Oh

* So it's over

* Oh

* So it's over

You still afraid
of the dark, boy?

* Turned inside out...

Still afraid of me.

* Oh, I can't fake this...

Austin?

* It's so hard not to...

Gonna be okay, buddy.

(g*nf*re)

* I really hate this slow burn

* While you sleep all around

* Oh, let it out, let it out.

AUSTIN:
Duke went after him

and drove right over him
with the propeller.

Then I just
watched him drown.

What's gonna
happen to him?

He won't be charged
with m*rder.

Just possession
and intent to distribute.

So he'll end up
doing time?

Yeah.

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

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

I know.

Never stops.

Being a father.

We're moving Austin to booking.

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

Yes, thank you.

And thank you, Detective,

for bringing Austin back alive.

The Rawlings g*ng
seems to be connected to

a range of other criminal
activities and hate groups.

Okay. I'll go get some coffee.

No. It can wait
till tomorrow.

Why? I can do this.

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

going home to see Trish.

Huh-uh.

Do you know what I liked

about being your partner
all those years?

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

How we trusted each other.

Go home.

Apologize to your wife.

I have.

Then do it again.

And trust your partner.

Here you go.
What's this?

Reports of vicious
dolphin att*cks

over the last
five years.

Cute, but they
can turn on you.

I don't get it.

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

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

Really?

They go by smell.

Their eyes are
purely cosmetic.

Seriously?

No.

Dolphin puncher.

Stop.

Flipper slayer.
Not funny.

Not n funny.

* Barcelona

* I still long to hold her...

Permission to enter?

I'm on an apology tour.

Who was first?

Scottie Pippen.

I got his number
from your office.

And we're cool.

* You know...

Hey. I should've trusted you.

It's just, I love you so much,

and it...
Makes you completely insane?

Yes.

Mm-hmm.
Yes.

* And you know...

Hey, why didn't you tell me

it was Scottie
in the first place?

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

You do that with every
pro athlete you worship.

Goofy?

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

Magic Johnson?

The hug?

Hey, if hugging Magic is wrong,

I don't want to be right.

Michael Jordan?

What?
You wept.

So did he!

When he won
an NBA title.

Not at a sneaker signing.

We are emotional men, MJ and I.

We both share that.
And the bald head.

Look...
Hmm?

I, uh... I'm sorry.

I let my insecurity
cloud my judgment

and embarrass you with Scottie.

And Magic Johnson.

And Magic Johnson.

And Michael Jordan.

Please stop.

Stop what?

Stop this?
Mm-mm.

What?

Oh! It's Scottie.

Oh, my...
Scottie?

Yeah, we've been texting.

Oh, my...
He's hilarious.

What?
Yeah.

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

a winky kissy emoji?

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

You shouldn't.

What?

He sent me back, like...

four eggplants?

What? Honey, give me this thing.

No, he didn't.

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

Wake up, boy.

That a boy.

You should have done this
a long time ago.

Do it.

Do the thing
you really want to do.

Or don't you have the guts?

Do it!

Okay.

Maybe we should talk.