01x18 - Commencement

[bunniefuu]

That was a big one.

Think you got
a little linebacker in there.

No way.

He's a sensitive soul.

I'm thinking poet.

I hate to break it to you, honey,

but you're carrying eight pounds of
pure American bull rider right here.

No, painter.

So we have the first
bull-riding linebacker poet

- who can paint a mean still life?
- Why not?

He can be everything.

Don't answer it.

- Don't answer. No.
- I've got to.

- Okay.
- Hey, Daddy.

Wait, wait. Slow down.

No, we can't come visit you.

He's freaking out.
I think he's more nervous than you are.

Dad, don't worry. We're fine.

Here. Here.

Ronnie. Ronnie, Ronnie.
Hey, hey, everything's gonna be fine.

We're about to have a nice breakfast.

Your daughter is about to make me
her special blueberry pancakes.

Actually, by the look I just received,

I'll be making
her famous blueberry pancakes.

But, either way, we're all good.

Yes, we love you. We're gonna go,
but, hey, have a great day.

Your daughter loves you.
Say, "I love you."

- Love you.
- Love you, bye-bye.

- Thank you.
- Come on, I can handle your dad.

No, for my blueberry pancakes.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Your wife's death wasn't an accident.

I think Gideon k*lled her.

Miranda Riggs.

El Paso, Texas.

September 15th, 2015.

Please tell me. Did he k*ll my wife?

There are certain things
that a man must learn

before he is sent out into the world,

one of them being
how to survive on his own

to show that no matter what
the world throws at him, he will endure.

That was incredible.

Dad, you're Snapchat gold.
Thank you.

I get
what you're doing here, Rog.

It's "Dad" or "sir," and what am I doing?

You're worried I'm about to graduate,
and you want to bond.

I get that. But what about a ball game?

Too many other people around.

You and I need to be alone in the woods,

so I can download all this man-knowledge.

What will we eat?

"What Will We eat?"

We're gonna eat what we catch.
I'm bringing the fishing poles with us.

- What if we don't catch anything?
- RJ,

your father is taking you
to the woods to impart wisdom.

- Wisdom.
- Your job is not to question.

- It is to listen.
- To listen.

- Hey, babe, thank you.
- Yes.

I mean,
there's so much I need to teach him

about what it means to be a Murtaugh man.

And I just feel
like I haven't had enough time.

Baby, you have been an incredible parent,

and he sees a Murtaugh man every day.

Really?

But I support you completely,

which is why I rented you this cabin

with a stocked fridge.

Strong move.

Just some of the wisdom
I have accumulated over the years.

You're awesome.

Hey, whoa, whoa,
where are you guys taking him?

The marshals are taking him
into federal custody.

You caught a whale, Riggs.
Doesn't mean you get to keep him.

- I need to question this witness, Cap.
- About what?

We already have him for the Gonzalez case.

Other cases.

He's gonna be in a federal supermax
for the next few lifetimes.

You're gonna get your chance
to ask him anything you want.

Take a good look out that window.

Drink it in.

May be the last time you see sky
for the next couple of decades.

Yeah, close your eyes.
Think about all those people you k*lled.

What the hell? What was that?

Down, down, down! Get down!

Gracias, amigo.

De nada.

See?

I knew I'd get you to talk to me.

- It's just one guy?
- Yup.

And they're both alive?

Very lucky.
Minor scratches.

No.

He didn't want to k*ll them. Otherwise,
he'd have thrown a grenade in there.

- You think the cartel outsourced it?
- I'd say m*llitary.

Whoever this guy is, he's a total pro.

Come on, Rog.

It's like amateur hour.

It's like you're watching an instructional
video on how not to extract a prisoner.

Look at him. He's spraying the windshield.
That's safety glass.

One sh*t through
the side window, shattered.

And let the gas escape in the process?

No, that is precision.

Dead center.
Not a scratch on the marshals.

All right, how about that right there?
Blowing up the side of the van?

Exactly where it's fortified
with ballistic shields.

So we have a m*llitary-trained assassin
with a heart of gold

who's also freelancing as an LAPD
mechanic? Is that what we've got?

When he puts it like that,
it does sound implausible.

That is not what I said.
This man is spinning my words again.

I'm just glad you're here

to see what I deal with on a daily basis.

Guys. We got a hit on the getaway car.

It was found in Elysian Park.

See? Sloppy-

- Come on.
- Er, actually,

Bailey, you go with Rog.

I've got an NCO armory contact.

I'm gonna go give him a call.
Check in with him.

I think the grenade launcher
might be m*llitary issue.

That's what I said, m*llitary!

Rog, no one's saying
that you're wrong, okay?

It's just your tone.
All right, I'll see you guys.

Blew it up to cover his tracks
and then ditched it for a new ride.

Deliberately picked a spot
where there'd be no security cameras.

This guy knows our playbook.

We've got what we in
the forensic sciences call diddly-squat.

But I am thorough, and so I found this.

Size-11 men's boot print.

Great, so it could be anyone.

Well, no.
It couldn't be someone with a size nine

and eight, seven... Need I go on?
Don't roll your eyes.

The guy b*rned everything.

No. Not everything.

Notice that the area
behind the plate is charred.

Means he took it off,
b*rned it, put it back on.

Why would he do that,
unless he wanted us to find the car?

We also have some tire tracks
at the end of the road heading east.

Where are you going, Murtaugh?

West.

Look, I know there's like a specific
amount of time I'm supposed to take

before I start grilling you.

You're the professional torturer, right?

I'm just a corncob-smoking rube
from Texas, so...

That and I'm bored,

so...
Let's just get to it, shall we?

Did you k*ll my wife?

You're gonna have to be more specific.

Miranda Riggs.

El Paso, last September.

Doesn't ring a bell.

Then why was her name
and number found in your house?

Maybe she gave it to me.

Was that her?

Pretty girl.

No. No, her, I'd remember.

- You don't get to look at that.
- Sorry.

Just not being able to look
at a hot piece like that,

now that's t*rture.

I told you, you don't get to look at her.

Damn it.

Hey! Hey, bud. What you...
What you doing?

We need to talk. Let's go inside.

Er, actually, the place is a mess,
and you didn't call, so...

How many times
you come by my house uninvited?

Well, that's because your lovely wife
extended an open invitation.

Unfortunately, I have not offered that
to you.

Okay.

Listen, something is not right
on this one.

Got a hitman, has an open sh*t
on two marshals, doesn't take it.

He knew the transport route.

- He wanted us to find the getaway car.
- So what are you saying?

I'm saying I think it's an inside job.

And we don't know
who we can trust on this one.

Listen, Rog.

I'm gonna tell you something,
but you can't tell anyone else,

or I'll deny it, all right?

I think you're right,
and you're a good cop.

Look, we'll tackle this tomorrow,

but next time give me a jingle
before you come.

No, let's do it tonight.

I had to cancel my camping trip
at Lake Arrowhead.

Lost the whole deposit.

Well, so that cabin is just gonna
sit there all empty.

- Yeah.
- That's terrible.

It's like shredding money.

You know what? You're right.

Let's get on it. I'm gonna grab my jacket.

All righty. All right.

Let's go.

You know,
I've got to use the bathroom real quick.

Roger! No, no, no!

No, no, no! Wait...

Yeah, see, the,
the plumbing's been out for weeks.

So I've just been pooping and peeing
in the ocean.

It's quite liberating. You should try it.

Yeah, false alarm.

Good morning, baby.

- Did you even come to bed last night?
- No.

- I couldn't sleep.
- I had trouble, too.

Our baby is graduating.

My gosh! Makes me feel old.

No, it was work stuff.

Got my head all spun around.

Let me guess.

Riggs.

- What did he do this time?
- I don't know, but it's so crazy.

I feel guilty
even considering he may have done it.

Wow. Well, you know him
better than anyone.

Do you think he's capable
of doing whatever it is?

Trish, if I say yes,

it means deep down inside
I do not believe in him.

And I don't want that.

So what does your gut tell you?

My gut says I need an antacid.

Any tips you have, you know, on t*rture,
anything like that, always welcome.

What's the end game here?

Well, it depends.

How long it takes you to tell the truth.

No, I get that part.

- Then what?
- I'm gonna let you go.

Yeah, you'll run.

I'll hunt you down,

sh**t you in the face like a gentleman,
and that'll be the end of it.

A cop is gonna m*rder
someone in cold blood?

You're just not that kind of man.

Guess we'll just have to wait and see.

You've had me here for, what, 10 hours?
And the trailer before that.

Still got all my fingers, toes, teeth.

You're scared.

Of you?

Of yourself.

Yeah, see, to truly break a man, there
are certain lines you've got to cross.

No, you're not ready.

Better?

Thanks for the tip.

Hey, where's Riggs?

- He's not in yet. You try his phone?
- Three times.

What's so important he can miss work
with a fugitive out there?

I'm the one who's got a kid
that's graduating in 24 hours.

Track his phone.

Seriously? That's a violation of trust.
You don't think...

You're the boss.

Looks like we won't be seeing
Riggs anytime soon.

- Why is that?
- He's a few hours away in Lake Arrowhead.

Near Cedar Grove Lane?

Yeah, how'd you know?

Where are you going?

- You gonna bring his ass in?
- Yeah, I am.

You gonna burn me with that thing now?

No, but that's a good idea.

Jeez, Gideon,

everything about t*rture with you?

You're not even asking
the right questions.

You keep wanting to know did I k*ll her

when you know I didn't.
I wasn't driving the truck.

What you really want to know is,

did I give the order?

Right?

See, that would be a better question.

Did you?

Or more interesting question would be,

what did she look like?

You know, at the end.

Did she die on impact
or just gurgle her last few breaths?

No, you weren't there, silly.

Yes, I was,

the whole time, watching, waiting.

You two were so cute together,

eating those blueberry pancakes.

I waited till she went to the hospital...

And then I gave the order.

Told you.

You're not ready.

Roger.

He's in there?

- The less you know about this, the better.
- It's too late for that.

Why, Riggs?
That's what I need to know. Why?

- He k*lled Miranda.
- You believe that?

Palmer told me.

She had it in a DEA file.

Okay, so now you're...
You're just a k*ller?

- There is no law. There is no justice...
- This is justice!

No, this is m*rder, Riggs.

I know you better than anybody.
You're a good cop.

- And I'm not going to let you do this.
- You need to go.

- I'm not gonna let you do...
- That cabin... Do not go in!

I'm taking him in.

- Riggs!
- What did you expect to find, Roger?

Freeze!

- No, no, no!
- No!

'Riggs. Riggs! No, no, no!
- Rog!

Hey, hey...

Nobody can survive that, okay?

It's over.

Yeah.

Okay.

- Let's go.
- Where?

Turn me in.

I'd like to start by saying, um,

- Roger had nothing to do with this.
- This guy!

Un-freaking-believable. You hear this?

Just cut it out, Rog, okay?

What? So you can take the credit?

- So we have Gideon. That's fantastic.
- No.

- No, I had... _lll-ll IILII

It's always He's the "I" guy.
There's no "I" in "team."

- We were supposed to do this together.
- What are you...

- What are you even talking about?
- I just follow you around. Is that...

Guys, guys! Do we have Gideon?

Did you do something awful?

I can handle it. I just need to know
what it is. What happened?

Okay, here's what happened.

We tracked Gideon to a cartel safe house,
and when we got there, he was gone.

So you didn't blow anything up or cause
a 10-car pileup orjump off a building?

That is correct.

He just got away?

That I can handle. I'm not pleased,

but given the buildup,
I thought my career was over.

No, nobody's career is over today.

Right?

Rog.

- You didn't have to do that.
- I know.

Thanks.

Thanks, man.

There's something you're not telling me.

- What is it, Roger?

I'm gonna need a new partner.

That was a good one.

Think you got
a little linebacker in there.

No way.

He's a sensitive soul.

Thank you.

- For my blueberry pancakes.
- Yeah?

Roger!

This is not a good...

Buddy, there were no blueberry pancakes
that morning.

Gideon said we were eating blueberry
pancakes the morning that she d*ed,

but I dropped the mix!

Wait. Were you drinking, Riggs?

A little bit. Look, Roger, doesn't matter.

Gideon lied! Why would he lie?

Maybe he misspoke
because you were torturing him.

No... I was questioning him.

You told me you broke
a couple of his fingers.

Sprained.
Partially, like, fractured, like...

Rog, he was fine
when I was questioning him, okay?

- I mean, up to the point you k*lled him.
- Riggs, Riggs, Riggs.

- I can't do this.
- No, you can do this.

We're gonna fly under the radar.
We're gonna go down to Texas.

- We're gonna find out what they know...
- I'm getting a new partner!

What?

Avery's reassigning us tomorrow.

Well, that must have been
a difficult decision for you.

It was.

You know, you told me once

that you would not k*ll yourself
because she would be ashamed of you,

but that's exactly what you're doing.
You're drowning, okay?

And you've got to figure out
once and for all, do you wanna live?

'Cause if you do, Riggs,

you've got to let her go.

Yeah, I know. I know.

I know.

I can't.

Martin.

We are your family.

You know that. You're part of this family.

We love you.

Right?

You're a patient man, Rog.

I'm surprised you lasted this long.
You guys have a good night.

Martin.

Hey, hey! Bailey! Whoa!

Do you know how hard it is
to get a coffee stain out of virgin silk?

That is a hell of a suit, Murtaugh.
Who d*ed?

It's my son's graduation tonight.

And what if someone had d*ed?

I mean, we're cops. That's a risky joke.

I'm sorry. I just wanted to tell you
how you clean up good.

I know. I got mirrors.

So what you working on? What's this?

Riggs' arrest files from El Paso.

Told me to flag
any connections to the cartel.

When? When did he tell you that?

Yesterday, early evening.

You know what?
Bailey, you need to shut this down.

Okay, but do you at least
wanna know what I found?

No, 'cause there's nothing to find.

Is there? ls there something to find?

Well, it's hard to say for sure,
but I was able to...

You know what?
I'm not going down this road.

I told Riggs, it's a dead end.
It's a dead end.

- Is it a dead end?
- Do you want me to tell you or not?

I don't even wanna... I don't wanna know.

What did you find?

So what can I do for you, Martin?

I believe I'm responsible
for Miranda's death, Ronnie.

Martin.

Martin, it was an accident.

You need to let it go.

Ronnie, don't ask me how,

but I know it was a hit.

A hit?

For what?

So I'd back off the cartel in Texas.

Because you busted
a couple of low-level guys? Stop it!

You need to move on.

That's what I'm trying to do here, Ronnie.

I'm just trying to come clean,
so I can make sense of everything.

By telling me this nonsense?

Getting me to fall
into this abyss with you?

- I won't do it.
- Poppy?

- You said we were going to the park.
- We are, sweetie.

In just a minute.

You remember Uncle Martin?

Hi, Rosie.

Last time I saw you, you were

- that big.
- I was never that big.

Meet you outside, mija.
I'll be right there.

- I know it hurts.
- Yeah.

I feel it every day.

But you have to let go.

It's what she'd want.

I know.

I know, and I'm trying, Ronnie.

Yeah.

Forget that nonsense about Gideon.

How'd you know it was Gideon?

What?

I never said his name.

That's who you had in custody.
I just assumed.

Hey, Daddy.

Wait, wait. Slow down.

He's freaking out.
I think he's more nervous than you are.

- You were so nervous that morning.
- What morning?

When she was k*lled.

I thought we just got past this.

Miranda was nine months pregnant,

and you wanted her to get out of town.

- Why?
- It wasn't logical.

I was nervous.

Or maybe you were afraid.

Ronnie. Ronnie, Ronnie.
Everything's gonna be fine.

Look, we're about to have
a nice breakfast.

Blueberry pancakes.

- I told you about the pancakes.
- What?

The cartel wasn't watching us.
Why would they be watching us?

- They were listening.
- Okay, I think you should leave.

Why would they be listening to me?

Because I was just chasing
low-level cartel guys, right?

You said so yourself.

They were listening to you.

Hey, baby. Got to finish a couple
of things at work, and then I'll be home.

Okay, we'll wait for you, then.

RJ's having trouble with his tie.

Are you seriously this dense?
How are they letting you graduate?

Yeah.

Dad, I could really use some help.

Yeah, finally.

I got you, son.
Don't let him tie his tie without me!

- I'm on my way.
- Okay, love you.

I love you, too.

So now what? You just...

You work for the cartel?
Is that how this works?

I don't say no anymore.

What choice do I have?
I have other daughters.

Grandchildren.

You don't know
what these people are capable of.

I have a pretty good idea.

Who ordered the hit, Ronnie?

Who's responsible
for k*lling your daughter?

My wife.

Your grandson.

Flores.

It's been all Tito Flores.

Your partner's a lousy sh*t.

Yeah, it's been a real issue.
I know. We're working on it.

- Me, on the other hand...
- Hey, there, sweetie.

Is that your Uncle Martin?

You think he might go
for a ride to see his partner?

Yeah.

Come here, Rosie.

I'm sorry, Martin.

I didn't mean for it to end this way.

Come on, Ronnie.
It was supposed to end this way.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

This is all your fault.
You know that, right?

That's a classy move, Rog.

Pointing out the obvious.

- You know what really sucks?
- Yeah.

That this is the most important day
of my son's life,

and I'm here bleeding out with you.

Okay, yeah, that... That is bad.

But worse is the fact that you're
gonna die because you're my partner,

and, technically,
you're not really my partner.

Yeah, that's, That is worse.

- Much worse.
- Yeah.

- Hey, Riggs.
- Yeah?

I, I looked into your wife's death,

and you need to know that, um,
it wasn't your fault that she d*ed.

- It was...
- Delgado.

Yeah, I know.

- When did you find out?
- This afternoon, around 4:00.

- You?
- About, 3:50.

So you looked at your watch
when you found out?

No, I have a flawless internal clock.

An internal clock?
So what time is it right now?

45:42.
45:42?

Hey, bad guys, who has a watch on?
I want to know exactly what time...

I swear to God, if I have to listen
to you two for one more second...

- You could let us go.
- You could let us go.

- That's a good... You know.
- Sure thing.

But first I need some answers.

And I don't expect to get the truth
without some persuasion.

t*rture. No, that's his whole thing.

- He wasn't hugged enough as a child.
- So,

- who wants to go first?
- I will.

- He does.
- Good, good. I'm glad you said that.

No, no, no. Wait a minute.
No, no, no. I“

- t*rture me, not him.
- Lam.

I'm going to make you
watch your partner die.

Technically, we're not partners anymore.

Now, did you know it takes less than
110 volts to stop the average pacemaker?

- I didn't know that.
- And that defib, it runs five times that.

Now the fun part?

Seeing which gives out first,

- pacemaker, heart.
- Hey, look,

Gideon, ask me whatever you want.
I'm an open book.

Mr. Delgado is the cartel's
highest ranking friend in LA.

Be a shame to waste him
if we didn't have to.

- Who else knows about him?
- No one.

- Nobody. Just us.
- Just us.

No, no, no. I believe you. I do.

But we went ahead and rented these, so...

Hey, no, no. Come on. k*ll me!

Rog, it's gonna be okay.

It's "Be nice to a stranger" day.

Did you kn0W...

Come on!

All right. Pacemaker one. Defib, nada.

Round two.

Who else knows about Delgado?

No one. Do me.

- Don't do this. Rog, it's okay.
- Nobody. Nobody else knows...

- It's gonna be okay, Rog. k*ll me.
- No!

Come on, Gideon.

- Gideon!
- No, no, no...

(%GROANS)

Yeah.

Yeah, that was close.

He's almost there.

You know what this reminds me of? Miranda.

You know, I told you I was there that day.

Right? Tito asked me to follow,
so I watched the whole thing.

It was violent.

No one... No one could have survived that.

You know what? She did.

Come on, man. Stop it.

Hey! I'm telling a story.

The truck didn't k*ll her.

She was still breathing.

I had to put my hand over her mouth.

And that, my friend,
is the story of how your wife d*ed.

The end.

- You're not ever going to know...
- Who?

Jorge, find out what he's babbling about.

You're not even
gonna know what happened.

What? Look up! What?

sh**t him!

- You okay?
- Yeah.

American-made pacemaker.

Damn right it is. I'm going after Gideon.

I hope this is water.

Payback's a bitch.

Riggs!

Where's Tito Flores?

- Riggs, get out of there!
- Where can I find him?

- Riggs!
- Tell me where I can find him!

Riggs!

Riggs!

Henry Ely Krantz.

Michael Wayne Kyle.

Anna Valentina Linquist.

Jennifer Levin Strauss.

Don't worry, Mom. I've got this.

Zoey Carlson Leahey.

Trish, I'm recording in 4K.

I'll burn you a copy.

Thanks.

Susan Alice McNeile.

Smile, Suze!

Show Daddy those pearly whites!

- Hey, McNeile.
- Hey, what the hell?

Excuse me.

- Come on, man.
- Yeah.

Baby, are you all right?

I told you I'd make it.

Roger Mayfield Murtaugh, Jr.

- Whoo!
- Yeah! RJ!

MURTAUGHI Yeah!

That's my boy!

We did good.

Yeah, we did good.

All right, let's g0.

Hey-

Take a break, fellows.
I'll bring him to holding.

Where is he?

- I don't know.
- Where did he go?

Mexico.

He's going after Tito Flores.

Hunting the head of a cartel?

That's a su1c1de mission.

Listen to me, Detective.

Forget Martin Riggs.

He's gone.

Well, hello, Tito.
Look at you.

Someone's been doing Pilates.

Detective Riggs.

I thought I might hear from you.

Relax. If I wanted to blow you up,
you'd be confetti by now.

It's not my style. No.

I wanna look you in the eyes when I do it.

Just wanted to call and let you know.

You will never leave Mexico alive.

Yeah.

That's the idea.

Hey...

Baby, what are you doing?

Just watching you.

Thinking.

About what?

How lucky I am.

Damn right you are.

Come to bed.

I can't.

There's something I've got to do.

I love you.

I love you.

Roger.

Remember our one rule.

Make sure you come back to me.

I remember.