02x17 - The Odd Couple

[bunniefuu]

Trying to squeeze me for more money

after we already had a deal?!

Well, that was before
I saw the plans, Sam.

You expect me to pretend
I didn't see this?

Gonna pay up?

You need to get the hell
out of my office right now!

Okay, Sammy.

I'll be seeing you.

Can I come out now?

Yes, you may.

Oh, my. Wow.

- Sam.
- Right?

- That was incredible!
- Well, that's how I do business, baby.

Well, I, for one, am a fan.

Mmm. Mmm.

Oh, I like that about you, Sam. Mmm.

- Do you have a hard hat for me?
- Oh, yeah, well, I...

- I want a hard hat, baby.
- You can inspect all you want.

Oh, God...

We have pancakes...

Mmm.

- ...egg scramble.
- Wow.

- Gluten-free... muffins.
- Wow.

It's all so... I do have a question.

- Mm.
- What am I doing here?

- We're friends.
- Mm-hmm.

I invited you over.

I enjoy making breakfast.

'Cause it seems like you either
A: want intel on how miserable

Roger is since you kicked him out, or B:

want him to know how amazing
you're doing without him.

- Out of curiosity...
- Mm-hmm.

...what would be the answer
to those questions?

Well, if it's "A," Roger's miserable.

He's making Riggs miserable,

which, is in turn, making me miserable.

- And if it's "B"?
- If it's "B," you look fantastic,

- and I will happily tell him that.
- You don't have to.

I mean, if it comes up
in the conversation.

Is that a new dress?

- You look like a million bucks.
- Mm.

Um, 200 million, yes.

That is the size of the deal
I am closing today.

My gosh, my boss is flying in
from Dubai just for the ceremony

to implode the building.

Six months of my life went into this.

Wow. It sucks
you can't share that with Roger.

If anyone asks, I never said that.

- Never heard it.
- Mm?

Scooby-Doo...

Good morning, sunshine!

Would you like some fresh coffee?

It's French Roast

and just how we like it.

Okay.

So here's what I learned
about you this week.

You are not

a morning person, which is okay.

You know, most roommates... they're

- not that compatible.
- Try cellmates.

- Hmm?
- Rog, cellmates.

Which is exactly why

I'm trying to turn
this metal echo chamber

into a home.

Look... new pillows, kitchenware.

You know what? One day, when I'm gone...

Oh, God, please let that be today.

...you'll be able
to bring a woman over here.

I don't want to bring a woman over here.

What do you not get? I don't
want any other human being

in my space!

Is that really so?

Sarcastic Roger,

my least favorite Roger of all.

Well, if it's not true,
then what is this?

A picture of you and Molly.

A belt... female.

Toothbrush, obviously not yours.

Got mouthwash, face wash, toner.

It's Molly's stuff. I just
haven't given it back to her.

And-and, and-and why do you
think that is so, Riggs?

Because I haven't run into her yet.

Wrong answer.

You want to try it again?

We talked about Game-Show Roger.

You said you wouldn't do
Game-Show Roger in the trailer.

I lied.

Look, you walked out on Molly
with zero explanation.

And now you're avoiding her

because you don't know what to say.

Look, Riggs, you want
your roommate's advice?

No. No, I do not want your advice.

I do not want the advice of a man

who is sleeping on my floor
because he was evicted

by the most patient woman on the planet.

That's totally different.

How?

Because I'm the wronged party.

The wronged party
never makes the first move...

Ah... because it-it
throws off the balance.

- Oh, right.
- See, when Trish finally realizes this,

she's gonna welcome me back
with open arms.

And when might that be?

I think we need another one of these...

So, I'm thinking of cooking tonight.

How does pan-seared salmon sound?

Sounds like my trailer's
gonna stink again.

Well, excuse me for trying
to provide a healthy meal.

Here's a thought.
Why don't you cook tonight?

- Or any night.
- I have an idea. I have an idea...

Am I sensing trouble at home?

Honestly, I didn't think you
guys would survive two days.

- It's a living nightmare.
- Yeah, it is.

I'll repeat my offer.

You could stay with me, Murtaugh.

I got a pretty sweet
guest room situation.

He'll accept.

Scorsese's got cats.

Ugh...

Our DOA is Sam Higgins,

the contractor of this property.

This was his office.

Hmm. Looks like he was living in it.

He was.

Foreman said his wife
divorced him six weeks ago

and kicked him out.

He wound up living in a metal box.

I'm sure it was just temporary.

Oh, well...

I think I know why Sam's pants
were at half-mast.

A clue.

Guy was living
in a sad, grimy trailer,

away from his kids,

and he d*ed with his pants down.

Ooh, careful, Rog.
You're two out of three.

Synced & corrected by -robtor-
www.addic7ed.com

So, uh, please take us
through what happened.

Sam and I met on a dating site

for... 50-somethings.

It's like Tinder's used car lot.

Okay, let's, uh... let's
focus on last night.

Um, so you were, uh... hiding...

under Sam's desk.

- And...
- And this man came in the room,

and Sam told me to stay put.

And that's when the yelling started.

Could you, uh, see anything

from down there?

Just his tassels.

- Sam's tassels?
- What?

- What?
- What?

No, he was barefoot.

Okay, I thought "tassels"
was a euphemism for...

Oh. I've never heard that. Is it?

- It is not. It's not.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Is it?
- Yes.

- Yeah. No. What?
- The Brits say it.

- Mick Jagger.
- "I used to play with me tassels."

- Anyway, moving on.
- Yes, please.

Did you hear a name?

No, but he was a city inspector.

He kept demanding a bribe,
and Sammy refused.

And then he left,
and we thought it was all over.

This thing happened...

Oh. You know, it's... it's okay.

We're-we're-we're done here.

- You've been through a lot.
- You did a great job.

Thank you for coming in.

You have no idea.

You know, you get divorced at my age,

and you think the grass is greener,

there's plenty of fish in the sea.

And the next thing you know,

you're in a trailer on your knees.

Mm, that's... Thank you.
Thank you, Officer.

Wow.

That's a cautionary tale. Am I right?

What? No.

There's no way possible
Trish will end up like that.

I'm not worried about Trish.

Hello?

Uh, where are you?

Riggs?

Are you in my office?

I am, and you're not here.

So, that upsets me,

considering I have stuff
I need to talk about.

Riggs, leave my office.
We will schedule a session.

Uh, this is a real emergency.
I need to talk now.

This is about Murtaugh again?

What is it now, a curtain dispute?

Uh, for your information,

he's making me feel bad about Molly.

Oh. Okay.

So, you're feeling badly

about how abruptly you ended things.

No, no, no, he's making me feel bad

because I haven't talked to her since.

You haven't? Not once?

What was I gonna say?
"My lunatic, r*cist father

k*lled your son's dog"?

It didn't seem like that
would really benefit anyone,

so I did the next best thing
and said nothing.

Lying is usually better for no one.

Wh... Do you think Molly cares

that we haven't talked in a few months?

I mean, we-we've known each
other for almost 20 years.

Okay, this is what we do, all right?

We-we-we float in and out
of one another's lives, okay?

And we're both good with that.

Okay, then I guess
the next time you see her,

she'll be totally cool.

Exactly. No problem.

Even you don't believe that, Riggs.

I can tell by your body language.

My body language?

Yes.

I am that good.

Now, vacate the premises.

Okay.

Fine.

Up top? No? Okay.

What you looking at?

I'm trying to find Murtaugh an apartment.

Unless you want him to crash
with you for a couple nights.

Oh, yeah, no, that's never gonna happen.

Come on, Bailey, we gotta

- work together on this.
- I am.

Which is why I found the inspector

for our DOA's construction site.

- Gary Filmore.
- He got a record?

His greatest hits... as*ault,
a little extortion,

and he's licensed in heavy machinery.

His current job site.

Text me this address.

All right, last chance.
Sure you don't want to have

a slumber party with your mentor?

Try Scorsese.

Thanks a lot, Bailey.

"Butler's."

A butler?

Comes in, cleans up,

cooks all of our food.

- I love it. Hire a butler.
- No, no, no, no.

Butler's Greens and Groceries.

Why do I know that name?

- I don't know, they're all over Texas.
- Hmm.

Gary?

Gary Filmore, is that you?

- How do I know you?
- No.

But, you know, sometimes a stranger

- is just a friend you haven't met.
- And sometimes

- he's just a cop.
- Yeah.

So, we're here to talk to you

about why you drove
a forklift through Sam Higgins

after you extorted him.

Now I'm just down to two shirts.

Y'all get out of here.

What the...?

Hey, hey! What's up, Gary?

Calm down, calm down.

We just want to talk.

Well, a little too late for that.

Trish?

What are you doing here?

Uh, a little thing we like to call

"Keeping America safe again."

No. No, what you're doing is ruining

my groundbreaking, Roger.

Your gr-groundbreaking for what?

The deal I've been
working on for six months.

Butler!

But... th... I knew it.

Didn't I just say, "I know that name"?

- I don't remember you saying that.
- Remember, I was over there.

- You know what you could do, though.
- What?

You could apologize
to your wife. I think this is

- a perfect opportunity...
- I've done nothing wrong.

What do you mean
you've done nothing wrong?

You're living at my place,

- and you can't...
- What is going on here?

It's almost time to implode the building.

No, we're fine, Guillermo.

My husband and his partner

were just doing a
last-minute security check,

and, uh, they're about to leave.

- Yes. Right.
- Yeah.

You remember my boss.

Absolutely.

I hear Trish talk about you all the time.

- Welcome back.
- Thank you.

Just flew in from Dubai
to press the button.

It's like a bucket list thing.

And this is Henry Butler.

- The grocery man. Hey.
- It's a pleasure.

The man, the myth, the
legend, yes, sir.

I love your cantaloupes.

This man okay, here?

Oh, yeah, he's just a m*rder*r.

- Come on.
- Alleged m*rder*r.

We're gonna...

Yeah, we're gonna get... hey. Hey!

- Hey! Hey!
- Why are you being so difficult?

Hey!

Well... well, maybe I do
have one thing or two

to apologize for.

So let me get this straight.

- Your story is that you...
- Roger Mayfield Murtaugh!

The man flew 8,000 miles
just to push the button.

Your story's that you threatened Sam,

- but you didn't k*ll him?
- Yeah.

This is unfixable. Are
you gonna find another building

- for him to blow up, huh?
- Excuse me.

You are unbelievable!

Yes, you!

- You are unbelievable!
- Can we lower the volume?

This is my place of business.

I'm sorry, am I disrupting
your place of business?

Okay. Trish has a point.

I've experienced your
tone-deafness often.

But in all fairness, Trish,
interrupting your event

- was an accident.
- Exactly.

Now, can we agree it was
a successful groundbreaking?

Ground was broken.

All that was lost was a photo op.

All?

Butler pulled out of the deal.

You are unbelievable.
This is still payback

- for the motorcycle.
- No.

- Really?
- This was an accident.

- An accident.
- Yeah.

But if you want to talk
about the motorcycle

that you ran over, unapologetically...

No. No, stop.
You're embarrassing yourself.

It's what I do.

Listen. How about I talk to Butler?
He's still in the building.

What?

He's here?

Shenanigan central?

Uh... why?

Our homicide vic was Butler's contract.

It's protocol.

Don't worry, he's in good hands.

Whose hands?

All right, I got one for you, lunatic.

- How is a Longhorn like a possum?
- Mm.

Both play dead at home
and die on the road.

All right, all right,
how about what do you get

when you cross a groundhog and an Aggie?

- I'll bite.
- Six more weeks of bad football.

Okay, what's happening?

He's not driving you insane?

Actually, he's being very hospitable.

Mm. For a Longhorn.

Riggs? Hospitable?

Well, it-it's really pity,

you know, disguised as hospitality.

I mean, it's not his fault
that his defense is terrible.

You see that? Now,
he's the first real guy

I've met in this city.

Actually making me a tad bit homesick.

He has that gift.

Which is why I need to ask
for my blueprints back.

- I got to head on back to Austin.
- Oh, no, no.

Mr. Butler, there's
no better place than here

for a flagship Butler's.

Please don't pull out of the deal.

Look, Trish, I understand your passion,

and I appreciate that, darling,

but you know, the juju just isn't right.

My contractor was k*lled.

Yeah, but, uh, LAPD

has the k*ller in custody...

in record time, I might add.

Actually, we don't.
Gary's alibi checks out.

He's being released now.

Uh, yeah, I-it's not just my contractor.

You know, I've been getting

threatening phone calls
from a competitor...

- Who? Who?
- ...bidding on the property...

Uh, I don't know,
something or other... Ortega?

And besides, I need to be in a city

where I can get a good Texas meal.

You know exactly what I'm talking
about, don't you, partner?

Hey, Mr. Butler.

The best Texas barbecue I've ever
had is right here in Los Angeles.

- Well, thank you.
- Shut up, not you.

I don't believe you, son.

Well, stick around for a night,

give Trish here another opportunity,

I'll serve it up myself,
make a believer out of you.

I'll tell you what, I'll call my wife,

tell her I'm running late.

You're on, buddy.

That was amazing.

Are you sure about this barbecue?

Hundred percent.

It's Molly's.

I-I thought he wasn't seeing Molly.

He's not.

- This needs to work.
- It's gonna work.

Brisket platter
with beans and greens?

Yeah, yeah. Right here.

Here you go, sir.

Thank you very much.

Uh... excuse... oh, excuse me...

Here's your change. Have a great day.

Aw, thank you. Next.

Hey! Well, good golly, Miss Molly!

What can I get you?

Probably get that a lot.
Hey, this is great, though.

Right? Congratulations.

Oh, I also, uh, brought some of your...

some of your items from the house.

Didn't know if maybe you'd have a break,

and maybe we could talk?

There's a long line behind you.

- What would you like, sir?
- Two meat combo,

ribs and brisket.

You got it.

I mean, we're good, right?

We don't need to talk about everything.

We've known each other forever.

I mean, we're-we're floaters, right?

We-we float in and out
of each other's lives.

Riggs, leave my stuff and float away.

I'm running a business.

Well, that's actually why I'm here.

I have a business opportunity for you.

Not interested.

You know the, uh, Butler
grocery stores in Texas?

The owner wants to try your barbecue.

Butler? You know Henry Butler?

Having dinner with him tonight.

And I promised him that you
would cook for him... hey!

Little something for the tip jar, bud.

Yeah. That's how you say thank you.

So what do you say?

Murtaugh's, 7:00 tonight.

Come on, Molly, your-your seasonings

could be in every grocery store
across the country.

Okay, if I do this...

What the hell is wrong with me?

I would not be doing it
as a favor for you.

No. Beautiful.

Riggs. Can you...

See you tonight.

Okay, Bailey checked the phone records.

The Ortega brothers
definitely called Butler.

They must be the threatening phone
calls he was talking about.

So I've got 5:05.

Why do you keep doing that?
You're making me nervous.

Because tonight has to go perfectly.

Okay? We need to finish up here,

get back to your place, shower, change

and get to that dinner.

Just relax. Everything's gonna be fine.

You-you listen to me.

I've never been more serious.

I need to get back to my house.

If this goes south tonight,

I may be living with you forever.

What time is it right now?

- 5:06.
- Let's go.

_

_

Miguel.

- You smell that?
- Hmm?

I love the smell of fuel and motor oil.

It reminds me of home.

- It sure does.
- Hmm.

Hey, boys!

Officers, can we help you?

I'm glad you asked.

I'd like to know why
you drilled a forklift

through a contractor named Sam Higgins.

And make it quick,

- we're, uh, on the clock.
- Yeah.

You see, it was a big
hole through the guy.

I mean, the dude was a snake.

He tipped us off to a spot

for a new warehouse, but he
sold us out to some cowboy.

Henry Butler?

So, let me get this straight,
you guys k*lled Sam,

and then, what, you just
threatened Mr. Butler?

- Is that right?
- Wait, no, no, listen.

We didn't k*ll nobody.
I mean, it wasn't worth it.

We bought another spot.

I believe him. You?

He's got sincere eyes.

- Have a good day, gentlemen.
- Yep.

The jack must be faulty.

The jack must be faulty.

- Faulty jacks.
- Faulty ja... happens all the time.

- Yeah, let's take a look at that.
- Yep.

Here we go.

- We're gonna be late.
- Yeah.

Oh, come on.

Now I'm down to one shirt.

You need to shower.

I don't know why you took
so long to get ready.

It's ridiculous.

Well, some of us actually
care how we look.

What the hell's that supp...
what are you looking at?

What does that mean?

- You're late.
- Hi.

- Get in here.
- It's his fault.

Yeah, well, you know what? We're here.

I'm just gonna run this right upstairs.

It's fine in the foyer for now.

Yeah, but don't you want to have...

- It's fine in the foyer for now.
- You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna go make sure
Molly doesn't need...

Nope. She said she doesn't want you to.

She specifically told me
to tell you that.

Classic Molly. That's how
we talk to each other. She...

Okay, you guys, this is not about you,

and it's not about you.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Butler is in the other room,

and he is ready to leave on a
plane for Texas at any moment.

That's 'cause he hasn't
tried the barbecue.

Once he tries that barbecue, it...

And a mystery guest, my boss,
who has no idea

that Butler wants to pull out
of the deal, decided to show up.

So I have one night to sell Butler

without alarming Azoulay.

So there will be zero shenanigans.

Say it.

There will... no shenanigans.

Say it.

- Z-Zero shenanigans.
- That's right.

That bag better go upstairs.

It'll be upstairs.

Zero shenanigans. You're the one.

- You're the one that has all the...
- You're Mr. Shenanigans.

They really love the, uh,
little barbecue sausage things.

Didn't Trish tell you

I specifically do not want your help?

She did.

But I think what she meant
to say was that...

I meant I do not want you out here.

...that since I kind of left
abruptly without an explanation

that maybe an apology was in order.

What? No.

That is not what I want.

And even if I did, I don't want it now,

when I am in the middle of cooking

a potentially career-making meal.

Molly, hold on. Just...

- I...
- No, you hold on.

You disappeared.

And now you just want to pop back in

and explain yourself on your schedule.

- No. Listen, Molly, I...
- No, you just listen.

We've known each other for over 20 years.

But you hurt me.

- Molly...
- And I don't want to keep doing this,

pretending we're friends
and-and you're acting

- like you're helping me...
- Molly.

- ...with some job. I mean, what is...
- Molly.

Molly. Molly!

What is it that you just can't
keep yourself from saying?!

Ribs.

They're ruined.

- I ruined them.
- W...

I've got chicken in the fryer.
Now I've got to prep new ribs.

You're a landmine, Riggs.

This is probably why
Trish wanted me to...

You are gonna go in there,
stand by that fryer,

and watch. When that chicken is gold,

take it out.
You think you can handle that?

Well, so far, can I just say,

barbecue expectations have been exceeded.

Trish Murtaugh
will never let you down.

She goes all out,

even when she's not

- trying to sell you something.
- How do you mean?

You're doing that very thing
this very moment.

Uh, more wine, Mr. Butler?

Why would we be trying to sell you

on a deal that's already closed?

No, no, no, don't say anything.

Oh, I wonder where that chicken is.

Yeah.

The Ortegas were with their
PO at the time of the m*rder.

They're drug dealers,
but they didn't k*ll Sam.

However, I thought it was odd
that they were willing

to overpay for the lot
where Butler was building

his grocery stores.

- And?
- I got them to spill.

The lot sits
over an abandoned subway tunnel.

Perfect for cooking,
storing and moving dr*gs.

That's perfect for a drug dealer, but...

why's Butler willing to overpay?

Bailey, pull those blueprints for me.

I already tried.
But Butler pulled some strings

and got them back from the evidence room.

_

Update on the ribs.

They will be here imminently.

Apparently, they're being given
a little extra love.

Now, where was I?

Uh, gentlemen,

can we not agree

that there's value to selling even after

the original deal has been struck?

Take marriage, for example.

Shouldn't a spouse

have to prove his love

to his wife every day?

And shouldn't he want to?

- Trish.
- Hmm?

What is your Longhorn friend

doing with my blueprints?

Roger. Roger's gonna find out.

Uh, he's... he's so good with...

Riggs, this is coming very close

to being categorized as a shenanigan.

We need to give these plans back.

Look, why was Butler willing to pay extra

to build over these abandoned tunnels?

Because my beautiful wife,

who's on the verge of letting me
back in my house,

is a great negotiator.

Or he's up to something.

Or both are true, all right?

But why does he want
these plans back so bad?

Because he paid for them,
just like I paid for my sins

with Trish by staying
in your clammy, little trailer.

Where is the vent?

Right here. There's a massive

ventilation system
running through the basement.

No, the truck, not the...

It's a supermarket. Please, focus.

See, this is what happens

when people spend too much time together.

You start not knowing what the words are.

I don't know what you're saying.

What if that's why Butler's
venting the tunnels?

Underground meth lab.

Look.

What is going on in here?

Baby, how well do you know Butler?

- No. No!
- How well do you... Hold on, Trish.

No, I don't want to hold on.

- Just look at the draw...
- Trish, just look at the blueprint.

Riggs! What's burning?

The chicken is done.

That's chicken?
I thought that was possum.

Please don't throw the chicken.

So, uh, I call dibs on the couch.

What...?

What are you doing?

Are those the same clothes
you wore last night?

Oh, now I know what it
feels like to be rock bottom.

Another night in Riggs's tin can,

not even a toothbrush to my name.

That's a little dramatic, but okay.

I thought you were back home.

I was until Riggs decided
that Butler is a meth dealer.

- Is he?
- I don't know.

I didn't even get a chance
to stick around

because I was banished.

Hey. Didn't you and Todd
just add on to your house?

Right?

Oh, thank God. Bailey!

Urgent.

- Is everything okay?
- Yeah.

Murtaugh was just, uh,
taking me through your, uh,

Butler theory.

Very promising.

Really? I thought it was pretty thin.

How thin is it?

Skeletal. All we know is that

the property includes old subway tunnels;

other buyers were drug dealers,

and Butler's store will have ventilation.

Wow. Yeah, we're gonna have to
put some meat on those bones.

Okay, so if we can prove that
Butler was cooking meth,

that's motive for m*rder.

We can solve the case and
save Murtaugh's marriage.

And if we do that by midnight,
I still win.

You win what?

The office pool.

Don't look at me. I already lost.

So Molly wasn't cool
with things after all?

Well, I mean, in her defense,
I mean, I did ruin everything.

You know, I mean, ruined
the ribs, burnt the chicken,

almost b*rned down her truck.

Sounds like quite the night.

Well, it's classic Riggs.

At least you were trying.

That counts for something.

Does it?

I think so.

Clearly you don't.

I just...

...I've been so selfish.

You know?

Doc, I think I may have ruined
something good...

something real.

Well, everybody makes mistakes.

And everybody deserves a second chance.

You just have to figure out

if that's what will make you happy.

- He's-he's just not sure.
- Man, tell him.

Cap, I cracked this case wide open.

With what?

- Squash.
- What?

- It's like racquetball.
- It's not like racquetball.

- I played in college.
- It is like racquetball.

The balls are more dense.
They don't bounce.

- It requires finesse.
- Not the sport, the vegetable.

According to this manifest,
a truck of squash

left Butler's El Paso store
weighing 20,000 pounds.

But by the time it checked in
at the next weigh station,

it weighed 15,000.

So there's 5,000 pounds missing.

Well, either somebody got a big
payday or a big boost in fiber.

So, how do we prove
the 5,000 pounds is meth?

- We don't.
- Oh, great.

So I guess I'll just have my
mail delivered to Riggs's now.

But there may be another way.

Butler was only paying taxes
on the lighter weights

that were logged in at the station

when he should've been paying

on the weights
that were leaving the store.

And that's fraud,
which is a good enough reason

to get a search warrant
and to call Trish.

Come on.

Now is not a good time, Roger.

I am meeting Butler on his plane
to try to save this deal.

Trish, do not get on that plane.
He's dirty.

Why? Because the man wants
a well-ventilated basement?

You have no proof of any of it.

I have squash.

Well, I think what you mean is squat,

as in diddly, as in nothing. Nothing!

Listen, Trish,
there are major discrepancies

in Butler's squash shipments.

All that extra weight that he's
not declaring could be dr*gs.

Or it could be kielbasa
or it could be beach balls

or it could be a typo.

Listen, I don't have time for this.

I have to catch Butler
before his plane takes off.

I have to go. Bye.

Hello?

This was a simple problem

with a simple solution

and now it's a damn mess.

I ask you to take care of
someone, you do it quietly.

Heavy machinery ain't quiet.

Monster-trucking a guy
with a big-ass fork?

Not quiet. I get it.

Right.

Thought I could make
it look like an accident.

An accident? Well,
how'd that work out for us?

What were you thinking? Huh?

Please don't be a butt dial.

Don't be a butt dial.

Hey, baby.

Roger. Hey,
you were right about Butler.

- You were right.
- Of course I am.

Look, I'm not the kind of guy
who says I told you so,

but baby, I told you so.

Mrs. Murtaugh.

Hello? Trish?

Mr. Butler, I didn't see you there.

Clearly. Plane's ready
for takeoff, Mrs. Murtaugh.

Shall we?

Well, listen, I just got a call

that I have some business I need
to take care of this morning.

How about I meet you in Austin?

Yeah, you know, unfortunately,
that's not gonna work for me.

I'm a very busy man.

Please.

You know, I got to tell you,

I apologize for interrupting
your phone call.

Hope it wasn't too important.

Actually, it was my husband.

We were talking about you.

Uh-huh. I was afraid
that might be the case.

Mr. Butler, I need to be honest with you.

You really want to do this here?

I don't think I'll have
a chance to do it again.

The business you bought
was rezoned last year

and you are overpaying.

Now, the reason we didn't disclose it

was because it would cost us money.

Now... if you want to end it,
I'll understand.

I can't believe the last thing I said

to my beautiful wife,

the mother of our children,
is, "I told you so."

Well, you also ruined her grand opening.

Oh, and-and the dinner party
and you moved out.

- Riggs. Not helping.
- Okay.

Hey! Is that Butler's plane?

Come on. Come on, Rog!

Come on!

Hey... no g*ns.

- What?
- Yeah.

A b*llet could hit Trish.

You don't think
I understand cabin pressure?

You don't understand brushing your teeth,

you don't understand

- washing your feet.
- What the...

- I don't see her.
- What do you mean?

I thought she was meeting
Butler on the plane.

- Hello.
- Trish.

Roger! Where are you?

Your phone keeps going to voice mail.

I'm 39,000 feet in the air.

What?!

Oh...

You're on Butler's plane?

Why aren't you?

Defense attorney.
I talked my way out of it.

I am safely in my car.

Hey, do you mind?

Roger!

Don't sh**t!

I told you no g*ns.

Hey, that wasn't my fault.

Uninvited guests once again, huh, fellas?

Some welcome.

You might wanna take
your finger off that trigger.

Or you're gonna be filling the next hole.

Oh, I ain't dying today, son.

These are Glaser safety slugs,
designed for air marshals.

What do you say we put
the weapons down, boys, huh?

Slowly.

Attaboy.

Oh, Riggs!

It's okay, Rog.
Just relax, I got this, okay?

Of course you do. You're a SEAL.

You can land this thing in your sleep.

With both hands tied behind your
back, doing one-armed push-ups.

Ain't that right, baby-bubba?

I think the autopilot's locked.

- Oh, I can't...
- These things are much different

than my crop dusters back in Texas, Rog.

Oh, no, no, no, no!

Hey. Parachute.

- You got another one?
- There's only one.

Oh, I can't go out like this, Riggs.

- Sorry, Rog.
- No!

Aw, just kidding. Help me find
something to tether us together.

Together?

That chute won't hold both of us.

Hey, I'm a family man, Riggs.

I have a wife, I have kids
that depend on me.

You... You don't have
nothing to live for, man.

Hey... what if I want that?

With Molly?

Yeah, I mean, you know,
maybe I want, like, a house and,

you know, like, a picket fence and...

yeah, maybe with Molly.

That's beautiful, Riggs.

- Thank you.
- You deserve that.

- I feel like I deserve it.
- You do.

- Rog, we're running out of time.
- Okay

- Okay. You get...
- Yeah, that's it.

Go, go, go.

And you be the hero? You take that.

What are you talking about?
Just put it on and go.

- I don't want it.
- I'm not gonna take it. I'm not gonna...

Okay, okay, so now we're gonna jump out,

and I'm gonna try to catch
the parachute in midair,

- and then come catch you.
- I can't skydive.

That's the least of our worries, Rog.

Riggs!

Help!

Pull the cord, Riggs!

Pull the damn cord!

Don't take this
the wrong way, Rog,

but I need a little space.

Tax fraud provided a warrant.

I can't believe squash
brought down a k*ller.

It's such an underrated vegetable.
Not to mention sport.

Now, the Texas Rangers
are raiding meth labs

in a dozen of Butler's grocery stores.

Speaking of a good haul...

- Are those matching robes?
- In the finest terrycloth.

I finally have a houseguest.
Murtaugh will want for nothing.

They're very plush, Scorsese.

- But I hope you kept the receipt.
- Why?

Oh, hey, sorry, I, uh...

left my duffle the other night.

You jumped out of a plane.

I know. There were... It was crazy.

But there were extenuating circumstances.

No, no, no, Roger.

You jumped out of a plane... for me.

Yeah, I did.

I miss you.

I miss you, too.

Welcome back, baby.

I'm so sorry. I acted like a big fool.

No. No, no, no, no. I'm sorry.

- I should have never run over...
- Hey, hey, hey...

It doesn't matter.

We both dug in. I know, I know I did.

But not anymore.

No?

From now on, I'm letting
everything go but you.

Really?

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, maybe we should
go look for your duffle.

I think I saw it somewhere in...

the bedroom.

- Ooh.
- Ooh.

I missed you.

Excuse me,

can I get a brisket sandwich?

Oh, we're all out for the day.
We'll see you tomorrow, though?

Sorry about that.

Not now.

Just give me five minutes,
and I'll get out of your hair?

You got two.

I owed you an explanation
when I ended things.

I'm sorry.

Well, you owe me a lot more than that.

You treated me like regular people.

I know.

You broke my heart.

I thought I was doing the right thing.

Okay. Thanks for the apology.

Molly. Hey...

Hey, hey, hey. Are we good?

Yeah, sure, Riggs, we're good.

Just, you know, consider
us friends again.

I don't want to just be friends.

Okay? I want more than that.

Okay, well, then I'm
gonna need to know more.

I need to know why. Why did you end it?

Because my dad k*lled Ben's dog.

Why didn't you say something?

What do you mean
why didn't I say something?

Molly, I was trying to
protect you and Ben.

Okay, okay, so you say you want me back.

Well, what now? What's changed?

I've changed.

You tell me what you want me
to do, and I'll do it.

You know what, Riggs?

For as long as I have known you,

your dad has just cast this dark shadow.

He walks into your life,
and you smash up everything

you've worked so hard for.
And it hurts people.

I mean, he's never gonna go away,

so how are you gonna live your life?

I don't know.

Well, you need to figure
it out with your dad.

That's what I want.