02x08 - Fork-Getta-Bout-It

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♪♪ Band playing mellow pop intro...

♪ Let's take a trip
on a plane... ♪

Pharmacy Services,

please call station four.
Pharmacy Services...

So you're saying that it
occurred this morning.

Can I get some help here?
She's at six centimeters.

Just breathe, honey,
just breathe.

If you tell me
to control my breathing again,

I might k*ll you!

Okay, where have I heard
that one before?

Hey. It's Ton.

Nah, I'm still in L.A.

You'll never guess who I just...

♪♪

Martin, every
time I invite you over,

you find an excuse
to do housework.

Because every time I come over,

your house needs work.

- You're both right.
- Now, Ben, what have I told you?

It's only fun
if one of us is wrong.

Her. Nah, I b*at her to it. Him.

Uh, would you
go grab me

a wrench out of my truck?

Socket or pipe wrench?

Pipe.

- Hey, would you get that for me?
- Mm-hmm.

Riggs Plumbing and Heating.
Can I help you?

Uh, yeah,
he's under my sink

at the moment.

Okay, I'll tell him.

That was your partner.

Said meet him
at County Hospital in 30.

Well, thank you,
Mrs. Hendricks.

Please hold the rest of my calls

and reschedule
my work lunch.

♪ If I could I would... ♪

I forgot how beautiful she was.

♪ See you again ♪

Yeah, she sure was.

I've known you since you
were eight... trust me,

she'd want you to be happy.

To find somebody, right?

Are you dating at all?

Ah, I got
enough bad habits.

Martin, seriously.

Heck, I'm back in the game.

I've already been
on three terrible dates.

Honestly, it was kind of fun.

You've been in town
for one month.

You gone on three dates?

Two months. And I'm
moving on with my life.

Hey. Here. You should
give it a try.

Would you please tell your mom
to mind her own business?

- Don't do that.
- Because...

I know exactly
what I'm doing.

Oh!

Okay, okay,
hold on, hold on.

Here you go. Uh, maybe your
next date will be a plumber.

Later, Ben.

- Good-bye.
- Whoa!

What the...?
You're leaving?

Yep!

♪♪

It wasn't like that before.

Have you been messing
with my fence, McNeile?

Murtaugh. Do you actually
think I would do anything

to allow you to get closer
to me and my property?

My posts are wobbling.
My posts don't wobble.

Not what I heard.

What the hell
you mean by...

Aha!

Busted, McNeile.

Footprints.
You climbed over my fence.

That is a lady's shoe.

Size eight, if
I'm not mistaken.

And how would you
know that?

I am a dentist.

Teeth are my job.

But feet...

are my passion.

Passion?

We have an emergency!

Hey, honey. Did
you fix the fence?

We have bigger problems
than that.

I believe
that our daughter,

the apple of our eye,

climbed our fence to go be...
and with that...

- Robbie McNeile.
- Yeah!

Yes, Roger.

They've been dating
for two weeks.

Dating mini-McNeile?

Why didn't anybody
tell me?

Oh, I don't know.
Maybe because I was worried

you'd overreact?

Sweetie...

I just don't want you to...
to limit yourself, that's all.

There are so many other fish
in the sea.

Have you tried a dating app?

I know one...
It's called

- Hurry Up and Wait.
- Oh, no, okay, gross.

Dad, seriously,

Robbie has nothing to do
with your stupid feud

- with Dr. McNeile.
- He's not a doctor.

He's a dentist.

Lower than a proctologist.
Roger,

- that's enough. Stop.
- Whatever.

Hey, just promise me that
when he comes to pick me up

for my homecoming dance,
you'll be nice.

The homecoming dance?!

- Roger...
- You mean there's gonna be pictures

- of this travesty?
- Okay. It is her dance,

not yours.

Roger... promise me

you will not interfere

or embarrass her.

- Honey?
- Whatever makes her happy.

Got to figure out
how to stop this.

I mean, even if the
kid is a fraction

of the freak that his
father is, it's...

A freak? What do you
mean, like sexually?

No. Why would you say that?
Get that out of my head.

Oh, Rog, it's teenage romance...
I wouldn't worry about it.

- It'll peter out on its own.
- Yeah,

so says the guy who was
just under a woman's sink.

I was at Molly's.

- Oh, as in Jake's... Molly?
- As in...

"she's basically my kid sister" Molly.
And for the record,

you don't know sex lingo.

You talkin' sex lingo? Sweet.

Yeah. Earlier today,
Riggs was

- "under someone's sink."
- Ho-ho,

boy... I don't know
what that means.

'Cause it doesn't
mean anything.

Who's the dead body?

Victim's name
is Anthony Tibone.

Age 52. Career criminal
from New Jersey.

Apparently here on a...

fishing trip.

Don't you hate when your work
follows you on vacation?

He's got his g*n,

but he didn't try to fire it?

k*ller was quick.

Hit him square
in the carotid artery

- with this little guy.
- A fork?

Who kills someone with cutlery?

Someone without a g*n?

Well, someone tried
to save him.

Did you run the prints?

- Maybe a nurse?
- Or...

a doctor... Jerry Johnson, MD,

of... huh...
Teaneck, New Jersey.

His prints match
those found

on the fork, and...

Okay.

Wow, this is weird.

It says here he was
declared dead five years ago.

Well, that could be
a clerical error.

Or a ghost doctor.

Either way, it
looks like someone

got caught under the
wrong person's sink.

Right? 'Cause... Well,

I was trying to
get it in context,

and it just...
it still makes no sense.

♪♪
*LETHAL w*apon*
Season 02 Episode 08
Title: "Fork-Getta-Bout-It"

Jerry Johnson was a doctor
at Mount Sinai in Manhattan

until May 22, 2012,

which is when he was incinerated
in a car b*mb on 103rd Street.

NYPD had to use dental
records to ID him.

Just another reason
why I don't trust dentists.

So why was this guy hiding?

I mean, ex-wife? Ex-IRS?

I just got
off the phone

with the FBI.

Our victim, Tibone,

aka Tony Bonesaw,
was a notorious enforcer

for the New York mafia.

I knew it!

I knew it was
a mob story.

This guy in my
writers' group,

he used to be, you know,
mobbed up back east.

He's helping me
write a new script

that's just like this.

I thought we just
made fun of him as a writer.

- So you're really a writer?
- Yeah.

Oh.
Look, the way I see it,

this ruthless mob doctor
has been on the run for years

out here in sunny Los Angeles,
thinks he's in the clear,

till one day,
the Bonesaw

pays him a little visit,

then bada-bing, bada-boom...

the doc forks Bonesaw
in the neck.

Except the hospital
records show

that Jerry didn't work
at the hospital.

So what was he doing
at the hospital?

We don't know.
Still waiting on a warrant

so we can get security footage
and patient logs.

But the guard saw him peel
out of the parking lot,

- so I put out a BOLO.
- Put out a BOLO.

Classic Murtaugh... using
old-fashioned grunt work

to track down a lead,
just like in my script!

Wait a minute, I...
Am I... I'm in your script?

Yeah. You and Riggs.

By-the-book veteran

paired up with a loose cannon
with mental issues.

Oh, hey, wait a minute, now...
In Roger's defense,

man, he doesn't have
mental issues.

Ooh. I got Cahill.

Did you get my notes?

I did. Very insightful,
actually.

Hey, you can't develop
a character based on me.

- You don't know who the real me is.
- The real me is.

Rog, I've been studying you.

Your speech,
your mannerisms.

I know you better
than you know yourself.

Yeah, well, I'll be

- the judge of that.
- Judge of that.

Quick question.

When is it too soon,

or when's
the right amount of time,

for someone to start dating

after they've experienced,
like, a traumatic...

event?

Uh, and not for me...
It's for a friend.

That depends.
Did your friend lose his wife

a few years ago?

I'm serious, Doc.
It's for Molly.

You know, Jake took
off a few weeks ago,

and she's already gung-ho
to find someone new.

Good for her.
That sounds healthy.

Eh, she doesn't always

pick the best men, so...

Maybe she's changed.

You know, that...
that does happen.

If... one
works on it.

Ah. I see where this is going.

I wonder if what
bothers you about Molly

is that... she's able to do
what you haven't yet.

I stopped wearing
my wedding ring.

Have you noticed that?

Right? I mean, that's got
to be worth something.

- Yes, yes, I did.
- And so what

if Miranda's picture's
still on my phone, all right?

I can't change it.
The settings.

It's very complicated.
I go on there, and I...

There's just a lot of
buttons and options and...

That I believe.

Riggs, you will
never forget Miranda.

Ever.

And that's

a good thing.

But if you don't
at least try to move on,

you might miss your chance
at something good,

something... special.

♪♪

No, no, no,
this isn't me at all.

Sure, there's the heart att*ck
and the surprise baby,

but you've missed
my essence, Scorsese.

Where's
my roguish charm?

Here, for instance.

I would never say...

"We gotta wait for backup."

What-what
if I said this instead?

- I'm all the backup we need.
- I'm all the backup we need.

Damn it,

you did study me. Hey,
that's good to hear,

because the BOLO
just came back with a hit.

Jerry renewed his...
Wait for it...

LargeMart membership.

Why would a coldblooded k*ller

running from the mob
go to a LargeMart?

Maybe he's buying forks in bulk?

♪♪

Welcome to LargeMart.

Look for last-chance savings
items marked on every aisle.

LargeMart... savings made simple.

Membership card, please?

Okay.

Try our pigs
in a blanket?

Here you go, sir.

Okay.

It can't be this easy.

Wait a minute.
Is that our guy?

It is this easy.

Hey!

Jerry?

Hi.

Get down!

What's he doing?

You come
any closer, she dies!

- No, please let me go.
- Shut up!

Please let me go.

Shut up!

I said shut up.

- No.
- Be quiet.

Whew.

Hoo!

He came back
for the diapers.

Well... least we know why

Dr. Jerry was at the hospital.

He's got a new
baby girl to protect.

He's gonna need more than a shotgun.

Gentlemen,
this is Agent Graves.

He's our liaison with the FBI's

crime unit
in New York.

Mr. Tibone and the two
sh**t at LargeMart

were all contractors
for a crime boss named

Frank Truno.

Five years ago,

Dr. Johnson saw
Frank Truno suffocate

a state attorney
in his hospital bed.

He was going to be the star
witness in a federal RICO case

against Truno until
he disappeared.

So, how does
this nice young doctor

fake his death,
and both the mob

and the FBI can't
find him for years?

Sorry, Detective,
that's all I'm permitted

to disclose at this time.

Thank you, Agent Graves.
You will have the full support

of the LAPD.

Thank you.

Listen, Cap, this guy
at the LargeMart

is not some Al Capone, M.D.

I mean, the guy seemed like he was
in over his head. Which is why

we need to find him
before Truno does.

What doe we know that
the FBI doesn't yet?

We know he checked into
the maternity ward

under an alias, um,
his wife's still there.

Okay, you go there,
talk to her.

Keep in mind she may not
know anything that's going on.

And you go talk
to Scorsese's CI.

See what he knows
about Truno.

Scorsese's mob flunky
writing partner?

Are you serious?

Yes. Have you not read
Scorsese's script?

His-His stuff on the mob
is really accurate.

Wait a minute,
you read the script?

Yeah, and you...
you come off great.

A very nuanced
characterization.

Riggs, nuanced?

- Well...
- Ridiculous.

He really captured
your voice... it's uncanny.

♪♪

There must be a mix-up,

Detective,
my-my husband's a caregiver

at an old folks' home.

He's never been in trouble
with the law.

Oh, it's okay, Eva.

One more test

and you'll be
right back to Mommy.

That may be true,
but the fact is

there are some very bad men
trying to k*ll your husband.

k*ll him? What?

His prints were found
on a m*rder w*apon

in this hospital.

No, not my husband, Detective.

He is a good man.

Too good to be on the run

from criminals.

You have to find him
so he can explain to you

whatever it is
that's really happening.

Detective Riggs,
the staff said

the security footage
is available now.

Thank you.

Here's my information.

If you hear from him,

give me a call, okay?

Of course.

He gets a little touchy
around cops,

so please show
some respect, capisce?

Bernard, my muse.

How you been?
Mwah, mwah.

Bernard?

Oh, right, that's why
we gave you a nickname.

Nick Graziano,
please meet...

From the script, right?
From the script.

Detective Bert Haugh.

Grizzled veteran
past his prime,

but still holding on
for the glory, right?

It's Murtaugh, and, uh,

the character's undergoing
a massive rewrite.

Oh, good, 'cause
Bert's snoozeville.

He's too safe
and one-dimensional.

You know what I mean?

Anyway, Bernard said
that you might be able

to help us find
this guy.

You recognize him?

Oh, Bernard,
what are we doing here?

You trying to turn me
into a snitch?

Uh, no, it's not
snitching, exactly, it's...

uh, think of it
as story research.

Okay, I knew your guy would
turn out to be Hollywood poser.

Hey, hold up, hold up.
Take it easy.

Let me see it again.

Yeah, this is that doctor that
got whacked five years ago.

They blew up his car.

Okay, let's say,
for story purposes,

the doctor isn't dead.

Is there any connection
between him

and Anthony "Bonesaw" Tibone?

I don't know.

Hey, Bernard,

this guy even connected here?

I mean, I'm getting nothing

from him.

He's k*lling me here.

Yeah, he's useless.
No, no, no, no.

- Very funny. Useless, huh?
- Yeah.

Okay, how about
this, wise guy?

You see her...
in the corner?

Yeah.
You know who she is?

No.

That's Adriana Stabilito,

Frank's top contract k*ller

and former lover.

She's the one they
hired to k*ll him.

To k*ll Tibone?

Yeah, okay, try to
keep up, T.J. Hooker.

She... was hired
to k*ll the doc.

Capisce?

Whoa, back that up.

Pause it right there.

Thank you.

Call Riggs, tell him to
meet us at the hospital.

Tell him to keep
an eye out for...

- Oh, Jerry, the husband!
- I know, Scors...

No, Jerry, the husband's,
right here.

He just made us.

Okay, Bert Haugh would
want to play it safe,

- so we sh...
- No.

♪♪

Get out of the way.

Excuse me.

♪ He's got nine lives
and he used them up ♪

♪♪

♪ He's the Ripper's son,
this guy is bad luck ♪

♪ Trying to add to everything
you despise ♪

♪ Whoo-oo-oo ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪

Who's playing it safe now?

Okay, call Riggs.

Where is she?

She said she had to go
to the nursery.

- No signs of the husband yet.
- Thanks.

Hey, hey, hey.

Look... I just want to hear
your side of things.

Okay?

It's not safe for you here.
Come on.

Duck!

Hello?

It's the wife.

She's the k*ller.

Yeah, hell of a plot twist,
Scorsese.

Come on, Jerry, we know
that your wife stabbed

Tony Bonesaw right before
going into labor,

and you, the good doctor,
tried to patch him up.

Adriana?
No. No!

- She would never...
- Hey, hey, hey,

do you have any idea
who you're married to?

A woman who loves me
very much.

A woman who was hired
to k*ll you.

Well, why not both,
Detective?

Adriana contains
multitudes.

That's one way of looking at it.

One night she sidled up
to me at a bar...

He's gonna take
the rap for her.

Well, I'm not charging
an innocent man,

so if you need him
for your RICO case,

Agent Graves...
Unfortunately,

the Fifth Amendment bars us

from trying Truno again
for what Jerry saw.

- He's useless to me as a witness.
- Useless?

You flew cross-country
to make sure we arrested him.

You used us to
get to Adriana.

Nailing Frank Truno is no joke.

Every time I'm close,
he walks, but his girlfriend

and top contractor,
I'm betting she has the dirt

to put him away.

And if her testimony is solid,

I'm authorized
to offer her WitSec,

immunity,

anything.
It's been hours.

She's probably
in Mexico by now.

That's when
she finally came clean,

said, "A guy like you, Jerry,

you don't k*ll him,
you marry him."

Aw, a true shotgun wedding.

It's not perfect,

but... isn't love
always complicated?

Excuse me, guys.

Hey.

Any chance you're free tonight?

Uh, maybe.
What'd you have in mind?

You want me to retile
the bathroom

or fix your garbage disposal?

You and Ben can do
whatever you like.

You're babysitting.

Oh.
Another date.

Another date, same guy.

Well, just remember
it's a school night.

Will do, Dad.

So, how about it?

You want to corrupt my son
for a few hours?

Yeah, I'd love to.

So, what are we talking,
three-beer limit?

For him or for you?

Oh, I'll be drunk
when I get there.

McNeile!
Don't you scare me like that.

Simple wood and nails

won't put an end to this.

- It's time to get high-tech.
- No, I don't even want to know.

I was coerced into promising
that I would leave it alone.

You can't neglect
something like this, Rog.

It's how tooth decay starts.

One day you don't brush,
next day you're dead.

Of tooth decay?

Of tooth decay.

They're in Riana's
room right now.

If we don't put
a stop to this,

we could wind up
in family photos.

Together.

Never.
Well, then,

the question is, Roger,

what are you prepared to do?

Our dads are in the backyard.

That's why we're in my room.

They know we're out here.

This is so wrong.

H-How did you even...
Shh.

I bugged his phone.

Never thought
I'd say this, but...

I'm starting
to respect you, McNeile.

Let's roll.

No, no, no, no.

Patience.

Intent will only take us so far.

We need incriminating evidence.

The dance is so far away.

I don't know
if I can wait that long.

Why don't we fool around now?

Aha. Busted, Dad.

You were in
on this, too?

Why am I not surprised?

- Uh, what? In on it?
- No, no, no.

I-No... I-It was his idea.

What? What...?
I was coerced.

I'll call you.

You know what?
It doesn't matter.

You had a boy in your room.

You broke the rules.

I pretend-had a boy in my room.

Yeah, well,
you're for-real grounded.

- What?
- Yep.

You invaded my privacy.

Starting now.

Two weeks.

Two weeks?

But homecoming is, like,

next week.

Oh, right, the dance.

I forgot about that.

Oh, well.

I guess you're just gonna have
to do without it.

You're only doing this to try
to stop me from seeing Robbie.

- No, I'm not.
- You can see him out the window.

Trapped face.

The original emoji.

Man, if Mom found out about
this, she'd be so mad.

Remember you said that.

- She's not gonna find out.
- Yep.

Uh-oh.

Operation Bedtime is a go.

All right, how long
have you been asleep?

Uh, two hours.

Deedle-eedle-ee.

All right, go, go, go.

Good night.

I had a great time.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Am I interrupting?

- You are.
- No, not at all.

Uh...

I'll call you later.

Uh, mm-hmm. Okay.

You better.

Okay. His name's Chip.

He loves water polo
and turtlenecks.

- His name's Chad.
- Chad.

Just sold his company
for five million dollars.

Impressive.

I'll do a background check
on him.

Martin, stop it.

Come on, I just
want, you know,

I don't want you to get hurt.

Well, you date someone,
you might get hurt.

That's the way it goes.

And I'm a big girl,
I can take care of myself.

- I know you can take care of yourself...
- Martin.

I want you
in mine and Ben's lives.

But if you're gonna be my
friend, then be my friend.

Not my father, or some
self-anointed protector.

You're right.

Have a good night.

Wait.

- What?
- This is for you.

Chicken Parm.

It's a thank-you
for babysitting Ben.

Ah, thank you. Kid's great.

He's a natural at craps.

And, all the girls
at the strip club loved him.

Good night, Martin.

Good night.

You know my husband
didn't k*ll Tony Bonesaw.

All right, then why
are you letting him

take the fall for everything?

If I turn myself in,

both Jerry and I end up in jail.

We never see our daughter
or each other again.

What if I told you
there was a way

the family could stay together?

All three of you.
WitSec.

We both know city cops
can't grant WitSec.

But there's an FBI agent in town

who's got a grudge
for your ex-boyfriend.

If you're willing to talk,
I think he'll make a deal.

Adriana?

If I go with you, promise you'll
help me keep my family safe?

I promise.

Welcome to L.A., Frank.

You screwed up, Paulie.

The cops showed, and
then she ran away.

She's a pro at this stuff.

Pull over, Paulie.

Frank Truno
is a total psychopath.

He's k*lled more people
than I can even count.

First, there was
Blue Eyes Murphy,

then, Big John the Greek,
in Bensonhurst.

Want to say 2010.

- Wait, wait.
- So there are

two John the Greeks?

There were.

You were given these orders

by Frank Truno, personally?

No, um...

he always went through
an intermediary,

but everyone knew
who was calling the sh*ts.

How about when you
guys were dating?

Did you ever overhear anything?

Frank never talked shop with me.

He compartmentalized.

A true psycho.

Why are you here?
Where's Eva?

Don't worry.
Eva's safe.

I made a deal to keep
us all together.

Detective?

Yeah.

WitSec isn't an entitlement.

It must be earned.

Adriana didn't offer
anything valuable.

But she did confess
to her own crimes,

including the homicide.

What the hell are you saying?

I can't go back
to the Bureau empty-handed.

She's being transferred
to our custody.

So that's it?

You're just gonna give up
on bringing Truno down?

Look, I promise you,
Detective Riggs,

if you can give me
a real sh*t at Truno,

I'll make any deal you want.

Okay.
How about in act four,

they throw the body
in the freezer?

Mm-hmm.

They don't realize
the cold keeps him alive.

Yeah, that works.
Yeah, finally, all right.

Our story got some zatz,
you know?

But... I feel like we're
still missing something.

Dream sequence.
Yeah, maybe.

But I don't know,
we need, like, um...

We need, like, a better, uh,
like, a better bad guy.

You know,
someone who can

like, send chills
down your spine

with, like,
just a look.

Yeah. Yeah, like that.

Nicky G.

Long time, huh?

Frank? Wow.
How you doing?

What, uh...
what brings you to L.A.?

Me?

Uh, I'm just thinking about
getting into the movie business.

Really? 'Cause that's fantastic.

We... we're writing a script,
Nicky and I, actually...

- Bernard, meet Frank Truno.
- Yeah.

How you doing?

You working
on a script with him?

Uh...
This it here?

What's it about?

It's, uh... it's animated.

It's an animated, uh,

musical.

Yeah, like a cartoon.

Yeah, it's like, just...

Well, that sounds about
right, coming from you.

Right?

♪ Da-da, da-da, da-da.

Do me a favor.

b*at it, will you?

- Cecil B. DeMoron.
- Yeah.

Nicky, I'll see you.

Did you hear?

The doctor's still alive.

I know.

Do me a favor.
Find him for me, all right?

I'd like to, Frank.

I really would.

But I'm out
of that line of work.

What, you're
a big sh*t writer now?

- Is that it?
- No.

- Yeah. Right.
- Yeah?

I always heard they treated
writers like crap in this town.

Not always.

But it happens.

Do me a favor, Nick.

Find the doctor.

You're free to go,
Dr. Johnson.

This way.

What the hell
is going on?

Riana and Robbie are going
to that dance together.

No, she is not going, okay?

She is grounded.

She broke the house rule
by having a boy in her room.

And rules are rules.

They asked me first,
and I said yes.

This is crazy, Roger.

You might not like McNeile,
but she is not dating him.

- Yeah, but...
- You-You know what

my father thought
about you at first?

Your father?
You father loves me.

Now.

But when we first started
dating, he...

he was not for it.

What? W-What,
because I was a cop?

I understand that.

No, that wasn't it.

What-what was it?

He thought you were too safe

and anxious

for his daring,
see-the-whole-world daughter.

Safe?
Mm-hmm.

And he was worried that I might
grow tired of you.

But I haven't.

Not yet.

Make it right with Riana, huh?

Thank you.

Since you
signed a confession,

your husband was released to CPC
to pick up your child.

Once Detective Riggs signs
your confession,

all accessory charges
against him will be dropped.

- Hey, Riggs.
- Yeah.

Would you describe me
as someone who's safe?

Yeah. That's a fair description.

Uh, this is a good "safe,"
or a bad "safe"?

Eh, there is no good "safe."

Adriana's headed
for the Spotlight Hotel.

Our intel has Frank Truno
checking in there yesterday.

You guys hear that?

Uh, we're still
five blocks away.

Hey, Cap, those Bureau cars
have radios?

Adriana.

Adriana, listen to me.

What?

k*lling Frank's not
gonna solve anything.

It'll keep Jerry and Eva safe.

No. You do this,
it's all over.

It's already over.

All right.

Ow.

Wait, if I help you,
they'll k*ll me.

If you don't,
I'll k*ll you.

Guys, it's me.

I forgot something.

Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Expected you
a little sooner, babe.

You're a little rusty.

You should've stayed
in New York, Frank.

Any last words?

Yeah.

Why'd you leave me...

for him?

Get off of me!

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Baby. We can't go in
g*ns blazing, right?

Got an idea.

It's a little dangerous.

Might even be stupid, but...

Listen, I don't want
to lose momentum,

but I want you to know I am
very proud of you right now.

Come on.

First I figured Old Man
Battaglia whacked you

and disposed of your
body to get back at me.

Frank, please.

The old man denied it...

until I slit his throat.

Then I realized,

you must've left me.

Let them go.

This is between us, Frank,
not my family.

Toss the g*n.
Leave the cannolis.

These are croissants.

For five miserable years,

I asked myself
what'd I do wrong?

Baby's out of the line of fire.

Adriana and the doctor
are in the main room.

Four gunmen plus Frank.

Listen, you take Frank.

I'll get his backup.

On three, okay?

Okay, on three.

Wait.

You picked him over me!

No!

Can't wait for you, Rog.

Wait. Wait.

One,

two...

Three, three, three!

It's okay, my baby.

Hey, Riggs.

A little help here?

Oh. Hey, Rog.

Aw, things we do for love.

Now get off me. No, yeah.

Frank Truno
is in stable condition,

so he'll be able to stand
trial for kidnapping

and attempted m*rder.

That is, if you two
will testify.

With complete immunity

and WitSec for everyone.

Of course,

due to your as*ault
of a federal officer,

your options for relocation
are now Dismal, Tennessee

and Boring, Oregon.

That is what we in the Bureau
call a joke.

Though they are real towns.

Well, we prefer
somewhere warm.

Adriana is
legitimately bronchial.

Yeah, we can talk about that.

Thank you, Riggs.

Thank you.
You saved my family.

Do me a favor.

Thank my partner.

And, uh, tell him
he's dangerous.

Trapped in an air duct,
mobsters below,

armed to the teeth,
he draws his w*apon, he says...

Insert catchphrase
then bang-bang.

Yawn factory.

You know, I've realized
I think I can move on

from this mob stuff now that
I've kind of lived it.

New idea for a new script.

Oh, can't wait.

Forbidden romance,
young lovers,

uh, their families hate
each other, you know.

It's, uh, Romeo and Juliet,

but modern.

But what-what about
the, uh, the set piece?

The-the character arc?

Oh, you're still
in the picture,

but now I see you
as the villain.

The villain?

The antagonist.

Bald head, flaring nostrils,

declaring, "I stand in
the glorious path of love!"

Oh, it almost
writes itself. Almost.

I don't "stand in the glorious
path of love."

Do I?

You ran a background check
on your friend's date?

I know.

I promised I would
stay out of it,

but come on, the guy's name
is Chad.

Who do you think
she should be dating?

I don't know. Someone great.

You know, like a-a doctor
or an astronaut

or, ooh, a barbeque pitmaster.

That's kind of good.
Or a cop?

Look, Doc, we're friends.

Okay?

Plus, I'm not some
white-picket-fence kind of guy.

You know? And that's what
she deserves.

What about you?

What do you deserve?

Oh. All-All the best.

Okay.

Hey.

All good.
Leak fixed.

That was Chad.
Told me his car was towed,

unpaid tickets.
Know anything about this?

Uh, only that unpaid
parking tickets

tends to lead
to, you know,

more serious
criminal behavior.

I was calling him
to cancel our date.

You were right.
He wasn't for me,

but that doesn't mean you
had any right... Oh, okay.

To sabotage it.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

- No.
- No?

Ah.

Like-like the time you
flattened Kip Cole's tires

in the 10th grade?

I was doing you a favor.

Kip Cole was a loser

and you've always
kind of had a tendency

to be drawn towards
losers, right?

- Oh, maybe.
- Well, just saying.

And that would explain why
you tried to kiss me that night.

I'm sorry.

Are you referring
to the cheek brush

after the Odessa game?

Need I remind you,
I had a concussion.

So, I was just a little dazed.

Okay? And maybe stumble-y.

Not my most gracious moment,
but not a kiss.

Right, right.
You were concussed.

That's too bad.

Maybe if you were healthy,
you'd have pulled it off.

♪ When the day is done

♪ We'll be out in the open ♪

♪ And the time will come

♪ When I never
have to ask again ♪

♪ Ooh, I'm ♪

♪ Yelling it out that
we can't wait no more ♪

♪ Ooh, I'm ♪

♪ Coming after,
coming after you... ♪

♪♪

Oh, my God.

Perfect, perfect. You look
so beautiful, honey.

Hey, do you guys really
need this many pictures?

Yes, we do because
we want to remember

how beautiful
you are today.

That way, baby.
That way.

Wait, wait, wait,
I-I-I can't get a good angle.

All right, McNeile.

The ban on you being on my
property is temporarily lifted.

One photo.

Come on. Make it quick.

Go for it.

Okay, I'm gonna do a solo.
A few, just a few.

Real quick, right here.

Right.
Yeah, yeah, that's perfect.

I want to say thank you
for letting me take Riana

to the dance, Mr. Murtaugh.

♪ Fall in... ♪

Are you afraid of me,
Robbie?

Uh, terrified, sir.

Robbie.

- Yeah?
- Can I get a sh*t?

Yeah. Okay.

♪ Fall in... ♪

Hey, Ri.

I'm sorry that I let

my thing with McNeile
get in the way of your...

Life?

Yeah.

You've proven to be

more than capable
of making good decisions.

Honestly, we only started dating
to drive you two crazy.

Oh, how sweet.

Funny enough, I actually
kind of like Robbie.

I mean, he's really sweet

and he's nice to me.

Now that's what
I wanted to hear.

You go and you have fun,
all right?

And, uh, and, hey...

You have her
back here by 8:30.

Uh, Big Rog,

the dance starts at 8:00.

I'm aware.

Off the property.

Don't worry.

You can have her back

by 11:30.

♪ Ooh, I ♪

♪ Coming after... ♪

Okay, look back.

Watching my baby
girl go off

like that,
scariest thing that's

happened to me today.

And I dropped out of an
air duct into a mob lair earlier.

That's so sweet, baby.

I don't think you heard
what I said.

Air duct, mob lair.

You should call your dad,
tell him about it.

See how safe he
thinks I am now.

My own superhero, huh?

You got a catchphrase, baby?

Actually, before I dropped,
I said,

"I'm too old for this."

Okay, well, you know what,
forget it.

Save it for the movie.

♪♪

♪♪

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