03x02 - Need to Know

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Previously on Lethal w*apon...

Molly asked me
to move to Texas.

You're really thinking
about giving all this up?

Come on, Rog,
last case.

Let's make some
memories together.

Apparently,
you tried to k*ll me.

Wasn't me. Came to your
trailer to talk to you.

Thought you might be able
to help your little brother.

He's now in county lockup.

You changed my life, Riggs.

And I'm grateful that you
were my partner.

Got a long drive, Rog.

Attention, all units.

We have a 999, sh*ts fired.

All available units
please respond.

I repeat, sh*ts fired.
All available units respond.

Okay, Agent Cole,
you in position?

Yup.

And the hard drive,

you're sure it's gonna be
in there?

It's just arrived, just like
my source said it would.

Your source
is a nine-year-old boy.

Yeah, a nine-year-old

who hasn't
been wrong yet.

Besides, I, uh, bribed him,
gave him my watch.

A little slow,

just like you.

Air support

will be there in three minutes
for cleanup.

Got to be out by then.

Okay, time's up.
Out of here, dude.

Come on, Cole, can't I stay?

No, it's too dangerous.

Besides, shouldn't you
be in school?

They blew up my school.

Good point.

Look at me, you can't be
anywhere near here, okay?

Okay.

Ouch.

Language.

Kids.

Okay, we're a go.

In three, two...

Hold up. We have a situation.

That's a stand-down.

Holding air support.

You little bastard.

Everything okay?

Everything's fine, just...

need a second here.

Nothing to worry about.

Thank you.

Cinnamon.

Now we're a go.

Ahh!

Rahim?

Hassan?

Cole!

Cole!

Hanni. Hanni,
what are you doing here?

I wanted to watch you.

You're gonna be okay, buddy.
You're gonna be okay.

Time's up.

- Get out of there now.
- Hold fire! Hold fire!

No, no, no, no.
Come on, buddy.

Damn it.

You've got three seconds.

g*nsh*t wound to the abdomen.

He's in hypovolemic shock.
Get him prepped for O.R. now.

He's my partner.
His name's Martin Riggs,

age 36, blood type O-negative.
What else do you need from me?

- Okay, Detective, we'll take it from here.
- Hey, hey.

He's gonna be all right.

Detective, we'll do
everything we can.

You have to
stay here.

I'm sorry.

Roger, breakfast!

There you go, mama.

- Can I have Dad's waffle?
- No, you can't.

Your father's coming down.

He's actually getting
ready for work.

Yes, he's just getting dressed.

So you're saying he's
not gonna walk in here

wearing those sweatpants
he always sleeps in?

Yeah, the-the moccasins and that
grimy T-shirt that smells like

last night's dinner?

Mom, it's getting creepy.
I can't bring friends over.

Oh, I-I'm sorry.

Is your father's grief getting
in the way of your social lives?

No, Mom, no. That's not what we
mean, okay? And you know that.

We all miss Riggs. It's just...

When is Dad gonna be back?

I think today is the day
he turns a corner.

Maybe tomorrow.

Hey, Pops.

Kids,

give us a second, please.

Come on, Harper. Come here.

Roger.

You were supposed
to clean up

- and go into the office.
- Yeah, I got

work to do on the case.

I thought we were
coming around to the idea

that the LAPD was right.

Garrett sh*t Riggs after their
father's death. Case closed.

But that was before
Garrett was m*rder*d.

It was ruled a su1c1de.

That's what they

- want you to think.
- Who is they?

Now you are asking
the right questions.

And I don't know.

But if the LAPD
is too lazy

or too blind to find out,
then it's up to me.

- Okay.
- If you need me, I'll be in the boat.

Hey, Noah,

when's the flood coming?

What do you want, McNeile?

I want this hunk of crap
out of here.

It's a real eyesore.

You know what, come right here,
come right there,

and I'll give you
a real eye sore.

- I'm taking this to the HOA.
- Good, good.

You're a nutjob, Murtaugh.

Well, I'm off the clock,
but I'd support that diagnosis.

- Oh, hey, doc.
- Hey.

Permission to come aboard,
Captain?

I'm no captain, but sure.

You promised
you were gonna let this go.

Yeah, but new evidence

keeps coming
to light.

- Like Riggs' truck...
- Was never found.

You told me.

Garrett probably
stashed it somewhere

before he k*lled himself.

But, uh, have you seen this?

40-inch radials
from a 2002 BMW 528 series

found right next
to Garrett's body.

Someone else
was there.

Why are you looking at me
like that?

Honestly?

I think you're finding reasons
to keep this case open

because you want
to keep Riggs alive.

Oh...

Yeah, well, that's, uh,
definitely a possibility.

That, or I'm the only one
who still cares.

You're not the only one.

We all lost him.

I know.

Hey, I'm sorry.

A-ha.

Another lead from Bailey.

Got a hit
on a 2002 BMW.

So you are
going to look

into every 2002-5 Series
registered in California?

Wh... That's gonna
take years.

Right now I got
nothing but time.

Excuse me. And watch
your head on the way out.

Whoa, whoa, hey, hey.

Officer, Officer, hey, hey.
I-I just been here two minutes.

Well, sir,
according to my watch...

which is broken.

- Um, the meter says expired.
- Oh, that's pathetic.

What kind of person

becomes a meter maid?

Well, I suppose that depends.

You know, for me it was
a pretty circuitous route.

Dropped out of West Point,

kicked around a little bit,
joined the CIA,

and now I'm here.

I'm living proof that,
with hard work,

dreams do come true.

Ma'am, you left
a little gift there.

Oh! The little poop?

I-I don't have
a bag, Officer,

- so can I just move on?
- Yeah, can I get my ticket and go?

- He's sorry.
- Geez. Okay. Hold on.

No. Oh, don't touch my scone.
Don't touch...

- You touched my scone.
- Hold onto your scone.

- Okay.
- That poop is not tiny.

No, no, no, no.
You can't use my bag.

Oh, I'm gonna
give it right back.

Wouldn't it be better

to catch a criminal?

Good idea. We're done here.
Hold onto the poop.

God.

- Take the ticket.
- Okay.

- Where did you even get this job?
- Ask him.

He's got the whole story.

- Okay, I'll take that.
- Can you believe that?

I'm not-not gonna do it, man.

Well, then, we'll rock, paper,
scissors for it then.

One, two, three.

- Hey, fellas, what's up?
- Ah! Get the...

Hey. Don't do that.

You got a g*n in there,
I have one, too.

Can't we just agree no g*ns?

Look, man, we're not doing
anything illegal, okay?

- We're just meeting friends, right?
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Great, 'cause I'm new in town.
Can I hang?

- Uh...
- Uh, sure... - What's in the bag?

Hey, don't you need
a warrant for that?

Is that true? I mean, this is
my first week on the job.

I don't know what I'm doing.

What, are you guys
in the knockoff socks game?

Does that pay?

Bro, bro, bro,
we got to go. Look!

- Look, man, let's go!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah!

- Yeah, yeah!
- Let's go!

Calm down, guys, I got this.

Hi. We were
just chatting and, uh,

we're not gonna do
the big bag of socks deal today.

Bailey, I don't see
the BMW anywhere.

Okay, Murtaugh,
if you're gonna complain,

don't ask me to waste
my time on useless BOLOs.

I have real police work to do.

Come on. What am I supposed
to do now, huh, Bailey?

Wait for the car
to just drop in my lap?

Well, the good news, Bailey,
is I found the car.

Stop! Stop!

Get out of the car.

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Help me!

Hey! Hey, hey, hey.

I need to commandeer
this vehicle.

I need your truck.
Police business.

Back up, Skippy,
this is my commandeer.

Sir, there's a lot of homeless
shelters in the area.

What, you think I'm homeless?

I don't know, man,
just back away.

I'm losing my perp.

That's my perp, too.

Let's go!

Come on!

♪♪ I'm coming alive now ♪♪

♪♪ Something deep inside
is fighting to climb out ♪♪

♪♪ Ready to take it too far ♪♪

♪♪ Overkill, overcrowd ♪♪

♪♪ Time to show them
what I'm about ♪♪

♪♪ Suicidal,
I was out before... ♪♪

You okay, sir?

- First car chase?
- No, I'm fine.

It's just, it's been a while.

♪♪ I've never been the one
to play around with ♪♪

♪♪ Ain't no stopping me ♪♪

♪♪ It's calling me ♪♪

♪♪ It's alive, no survivor ♪♪

♪♪ When I bring
the beast inside me ♪♪

♪♪ The beast inside me ♪♪

♪♪ The beast inside me... ♪♪

Give me your g*n.
I'll sh**t out his tires.

g*ns are a last resort.

Besides, I've yet
to see a badge.

Hey, I didn't want
to have to pull this card,

but I'm Roger Murtaugh.

Wes Cole. Pleasure.

What, you've never
heard of me before?

I'm kind of a big deal.

♪♪ Take a look into my eyes ♪♪

♪♪ For the rage,
are you feeling afraid? ♪♪

♪♪ I am what you made,
never keep me ♪♪

♪♪ From my rise,
it's a new day... ♪♪

Uh, sorry, no offense, but I've
only been on the job a few days.

Days? Rookie, let me
show you how this is done.

We get close enough
to jump on top of this car.

Good call. You ready?

- Yeah.
- One,

two, three.

♪♪ Created a monster ♪♪

♪♪ Created a monster ♪♪

W-What the hell
are you doing up here?

You said get close and jump.

- Me. I meant me.
- You? You're like 80.

♪♪ It's alive,
no survivor when I bring ♪♪

♪♪ The beast inside me... ♪♪

Jump!

♪♪ The beast inside me. ♪♪

LAPD!

Get your hands up!

Get your hands where
we can see 'em!

- Right there! Right there!
- On the ground!

Murtaugh?
Should've known it was you.

Murtaugh, why am I not surprised

that the first time I see you
in six months, you're in cuffs?

- Are these really necessary?
- Nope.

But considering the damage
you two caused,

better get used to them.

Uh, I'm not with him.

Uh, we're on separate cases.

That's true.
I was working the Riggs case.

The perp's car

had the same tires
found at Garrett's body.

- And so...
- Yeah, I was pursuing

a Chechen
with a big bag of socks.

Chechens? How do you know?

- I heard them talking.
- In Chechen?

Yeah. At first, I thought it was
maybe Georgian or Russian,

and then I heard the guttural...
sound.

Okay, okay.

You know, I'm just here till
we find a replacement for Avery.

Then all of this

is someone else's headache.

Officer Cole,

considering
your background,

we'll look into
the Chechen lead.

But as of right now,

you are suspended from duty.

Dismissed.

Uh, uh, Murtaugh.

Not you. You just hang back.

It was really
nice meeting you.

I'm sorry I thought
you were homeless.

My bad.

Murtaugh.

When are you gonna
let all this go?

You want me to drop the Riggs
case and come back to the force?

- I'm...
- No.

I want you to retire.

You've put in far more
than your 20 years.

It's time to just, you know,
sail off into the sunset.

Maybe I'm not ready to sail off
into a sunset.

Well, after the stunt
you pulled today...

it may not be a request.

Now you're dismissed.

Hey.

What did you mean
about his background?

Guy speaks seven languages.

State Department
placed him here,

and he has a redacted résumé.

You do the math.

CIA?

Well, what the hell's
he doing here?

Next up, Maya Flynn.

You're doing great.

Wait till you hear this.

Prodigy.

Hey.

Dad, what are you doing here?

I thought it would be
nice to surprise you.

Surprise.

Yeah? Well, it wasn't, okay?

You completely messed me up.

Okay, listen.
I-I'm gonna fix this.

All right?
You stay here.

- Excuse me. Hi.
- Yes? Hi.

Oh, you... I love your glasses.

- Thank you.
- Hey, um,

I was wondering if you could
give Maya a do-over?

You know, the best musicians,
they need time to warm up.

I'm sorry. There will be
another audition in six months.

Six months.

Excuse me. Do you have
any parking tickets?

Because I know a guy.

Cole.

Nat.

- To be continued.
- Hi.

Hi.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Parenting.

Well, you're 12 years too late.

Shouldn't you be at
work, or something?

Yeah, um, there was
a small car chase,

yadda, yadda,

I got suspended.

From being a meter maid?

Whoa, Nat. Meter person.

It's 2018.

It's the same old story, Cole.

Wherever you go, chaos follows.

"Chaos" is extreme.

Cole. It's not like
when she was six,

and you could just,
you know, swoop into town

and whisk her off to Disneyland.

All right, look, Nat.

The guy that's standing
before you is a new man.

You just don't know him yet.

Or maybe I know him too well.

Or you just don't know him yet.

Know him too well.
Are you okay?

No. Don't know him.

One of the biggest problems
plaguing our city is gridlock,

L.A.'s original sin.
But no longer,

because a vote for Avery is a
vote for a very good commute.

Is it too punny?

- Be honest.
- No, no, it's very powerful.

Okay, now I know you're
not paying attention,

'cause it's awful. But I have
this press event for the revamp

of the old L.A. Railway,
and they've already made

all these damn buttons.

"A-Very." Get it?

Ugh. Well, how is Roger?

Same.

He spends all day
obsessing over Riggs.

Trying to find
the meaning in it all.

Sorry, Trish.

I'll swing by, talk with him.

- Thank you.
- Uh, sorry,

but the mayor's
on the line.

Mr. Mayor. How can I help you?

Avery, it's me. Okay?

Your assistant told me
that Trish is there.

I don't want you to give me up.

Of course, Mr. Mayor,
you have my total confidence.

Look, I got a new lead
on the Riggs case:

Chechen mercenaries have...

Huh.

Have you been
drinking, Mr. Mayor?

I'm serious.

Okay? I need
some background on a perp,

and I don't want
to get Bailey in trouble.

But you, you're expendable.

That's very kind of you to say.
I'll-I'll be off in a second.

No, no, no. Take your time,
and tell Mr. Mayor

he better be home
for dinner. Hmm?

Yeah, she knows.

She knows.

♪♪ I came by myself... ♪♪

There he is.
The man I've been looking for.

You live here?

No, it's just temporary.
You know?

Till I work things out
with the family.

How can I help you?

You were right.

Name's Zovra Umarov,
Chechen ex-mercenary.

What do you know
about these guys?

Not much.

Except that they're ruthless.

They didn't hesitate to open
fire on a cop in broad daylight.

- What were they after?
- If I had to take a guess,

I would say blueprints
or plans in the tube, but...

I didn't get
the chance to see it.

Well, I have an address
for the ex.

Maybe she knows where he is.
Come on.

Sorry, Detective.

I'm suspended.

Yeah, I know.

So you blow it off.

You solve the crime and then all
is good in the hood.

That's what we do.

You got the wrong guy.

Got to stay away
from chaos right now.

It, uh, has a tendency
to follow me.

Look, rookie, sometimes chaos
is what is required.

I'm sorry. Can't help you.

I guess I do have the wrong guy.

See you around, rook.

Hey.

You shouldn't go alone.

These guys,
they're... they're K*llers.

I don't have
many options, now, do I?

Better turn your meat.
It's burning.

Don't move.

What are you doing here?

I'm a Realtor and my
clients are henchmen

looking for a creepy
little lair.

This seemed like
the perfect place.

I will ask you again.

You first.

Garrett Riggs.

I saw the truck outside.
He was here, huh?

Garrett Riggs?
I met him in prison.

He needed a place to stay.
Troubled kid.

Shame what happened.

What do you want?

Hi. This is gonna
sound crazy,

but I used to live in this house
and I was wondering

- if I could take a peek inside for old time's sake.
- Get out.

- Come on, man. Five minutes.
- Get out of here.

Just let me look around.

- I said get out of here.
- Go.

Murtaugh!

Down here!

Hey, Rog.

These guys
are serious gardeners

or they're
in the b*mb-making game.

All right, this place
is filling up with gas.

We got to get out of here.

Come on.

Ow. You were right.

About the Chechens?

No. About the chaos.

Wow. Do I dare ask

how this happened

in the six hours
since I last saw you?

What would you say if I told
you I tripped on a Kn*fe?

I'd say you need a new line.

Worked pretty well for
me on our first date.

That's because we were
in an actual w*r zone

and I had my guard down.

Maybe you should
keep it down.

Most people, after they've been
hurt, learn not to do it again.

Present company excluded.

I never meant to
hurt you or Maya.

Ouch.

Your needle skills were a
little iffy back then, too.

Cole, what happened
over there?

Cole!

Hanni.

I lost someone
this last trip.

It's why I came back.

I need to make it
right with Maya.

I'll never
give up on her.

Of all of your sins, Cole,
quitting isn't one of them.

You want to help
your daughter?

Make this world
a safer place for her.

But those wounds you have,

we can't help you heal them.

- Aah.
- Hold still.

Ouch!

What the hell
is wrong with you?

Sorry. I'm not used
to caring for the living.

Bailey, tell me
something good.

I don't have anything
you're gonna want to hear.

You couldn't recover any data?

No, but I, uh, pulled a video
from Garrett's cell phone.

Well, let me see it.

Bailey.

This is for Detective
Murtaugh of the LAPD.

I, uh...

I k*lled my brother,
Martin Riggs.

sh*t him in the chest.

I ain't asking for forgiveness.

But I know it's caused
some people pain.

I thought you should know
the truth.

Sorry, Murtaugh.

I think I hear his car
in the driveway.

We have to show him
we support him,

show him we-we love him, okay?

Hey, baby.

Hey, welcome home, Daddy.

Yo, Dad, what's up?

Uh, we were thinking we would
eat in here tonight as a family.

You know, order pizza?

Yeah, we love you and don't care
about your cholesterol.

The point is, we were thinking
that it's time that you...

To let the Riggs case go.
I know.

What?

Was trying to keep
the case alive

because I was afraid
to let him go.

There was no conspiracy,
no bigger story.

He was just k*lled
by an angry kid with a g*n.

I'm sorry.

♪♪ Keeping it locked away ♪♪

♪♪ A secret on every page ♪♪

♪♪ But now you're
getting close... ♪♪

Nice place.
You on the take?

No. My wife,
she does all right.

What do you want?

I figured out that
the VNS on the tube

stands for Van Nuys Security.

We got to find out
what's in those plans

that's worth k*lling for.

- Case is closed.
- Come on, man.

We just stumbled onto enough
b*mb-making material

to blow up a city block.

Yeah, well,
it's a little too late.

My days of chasing
ghosts are done.

You didn't strike me
as the kind of guy

who clocks out
at the end of his shift.

Well, you don't know me
very well.

I know that you're a cop.

And from what I can tell,
a pretty good one.

♪♪ You see through... ♪♪

Hmm.

Not anymore.

You're right.

See you around.

♪♪ No, I can't hide it ♪♪

♪♪ You're ultraviolet ♪♪

♪♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪♪

♪♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh,
ooh, ooh ♪♪

♪♪ No, I can't hide it ♪♪

♪♪ When you're ultraviolet. ♪♪

Rise and shine, Roger.

I don't remember
asking for a wake-up call.

No, but you're getting one.

I have tried to give you
space, baby, I have.

I'm sorry if my grief
is an inconvenience.

You have every right to grieve.

I miss Riggs, too.

But I also miss my husband
and the kids miss their father.

- I'm here.
- No, you're not here.

You are not here, Roger.

You said that Riggs' death
was meaningless,

but it doesn't have to be.

He was at his lowest,
you helped him

find a way to move forward.

Now you need
to do the same.

If you don't want to be a cop
anymore, you hand that in.

But if you want to do the thing
you were born to do...

...it's time
to get back to work.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Let go! Come on!

Think I see a cavity.

Hey!

- What the hell are you doing?
- Oh, hey, Roger.

Wanted to see
what the Chechens were after.

- Think it's a bank vault.
- Yeah, I know.

I just talked to the front desk.
And you didn't have to break in.

You should've just asked
the right questions.

Let go.

Thank you.

Bailey.

Chief of police is
on the line for you.

Hello, Chief?

Bailey, it's me.

What did you learn
about that bank?

L.A. Savings Bank is safe.

Are you sure?

'Cause the plans for their vault
went missing last week.

The bank manager insisted
the new vault was impenetrable.

Electromagnetic seal. expl*sives
can't even get through,

so unless they can predict an
earthquake, they're out of luck.

An earthquake?

What's that got to
do with anything?

The power at the bank
shuts off if the big one hits.

Safety feature they added
to protect the railway station

that's being built beneath it.

So, they would have a window in?

Only if they already knew
an earthquake was coming.

Or they built a big enough b*mb
to make their own.

Let's go.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I am so proud of our efforts

to revitalize L.A.'s first
public transit line.

For the first time in 60 years,

I invite you to board
the Los Angeles Railway.

This platform sits
right below the vault.

The b*mb's gotta be
somewhere down here.

Excuse me, pardon me,
excuse me.

Hey, Avery.

Oh, please, God, not today.

- Excuse me.
- No, not now.

Avery, we need to quietly get
all these people out of here.

Excuse me, everyone.

There's a 60% chance
there's a b*mb in here.

Thank you.

Okay, everyone calmly...
Calmly, please...

Oh, you... Oh, my God.

Sometimes chaos is
what's called for.

Split up.

Oh, boy.

Oh, okay.

We saw something like this
in Beirut.

Yeah, okay, so we're gonna
take this wire out.

Uh-oh.

Okay, maybe not exactly
like Beirut.

Roger!

Hey, Roger, we got a problem.
I can't defuse it.

Hey, we can't let this
thing go off down here.

If we bring it upstairs there'll
be twice as many casualties.

Uh, yeah, come on.

Okay, the next stop's
under the old train yard.

Should be empty.

But that means one of us

has to stay on board
and drive this train.

Get out of here, Roger.

- Just do me one favor.
- Huh?

Tell my daughter...
this time I stuck around.

Yeah. Copy that.

Aah!

What are you doing here?

I decided that, you know,

I couldn't let you go
by yourself, you know?

The doors closed, right?

Okay, well,
we're both gonna die now.

Are you happy?

Maybe we should run.

Now you're thinking.

Hey, Cole,
you're on fire!

- No, man, we both crushed it.
- No.

You... are literally on fire.

- Your arm.
- Oh, I'm on fire.

Whoa.

I was on fire!

- I knew I should have retired.
- Wow.

Whew!

Hey, wait for me.

I nailed it.

Yay!

- Ow!
- Ooh.

Careful, sweetie, your father
was recently stabbed.

No, that was the other shoulder.

This was a small burn.
Or shrapnel, I don't know.

Small burn for sure.

Okay. Will you give us a sec,
wait outside?

Yeah.
See ya, Dad.

See ya, kid.

How did you get her
this audition?

20 years in Special Ops,

- you learn how to work an asset.
- Sorry I asked.

I'm joking. I called them
and I begged,

and they took pity on me.

You should try that.

Cole, it's not that
I don't want you

in Maya's life,

- I just have to protect her from the...
- Chaos?

Yeah.

It's always gonna
follow me, Nat.

The difference is that
this time...

I'm gonna be here
to clean up the mess.

I hope so.

♪♪ Ooh, I'm coming home ♪♪

♪♪ I'm coming home... ♪♪

Okay, Cole,
Thursday at 3:00,

she has a dentist's appointment.

- You can take her.
- Perfect.

We'll go to the dentist,
Disneyland and then home.

- Cole...
- Joking.

Disneyland, dentist,
then home.

- Cole!
- Okay, fine, forget the dentist.

- Just Disneyland.
- Let's go.

Okay. Bye.

Hey, Riggs,

why am I still cleaning up
after your mess?

This is foul.

This is...
Look at this.

And this is at work.

Enough in there for two?

You know, just to
catch him up on my day.

We've had the best
conversations ever.

Watch.
Hey, Riggs,

I'm sorry I blew
your truck up.

And I'm sorry
I wasn't there that day.

I wish I was by your side.

Maybe-maybe I could have, uh...

I don't know.

But I'm gonna regret it
for the rest of my life...

'cause I love you.

Let me try.

Hey, Riggs.

Not a day goes by
that I don't miss you.

I will never forget
the impact you had...

on me and my life.

Wow, this is really fun.

Yeah. Yeah.

I know what he would say.

Hmm?

"Shut up and pass
the spray cheese."

Now that you mention it...

- Oh...
- Horrible.

It's just horrible.

It's horrible.

Mm. Now, there's
the man I love.

- Tell me one thing.
- Hmm?

Did you burn the sweat suit?

I buried it...
in McNeile's backyard.

It's time this house
returned back to normal.

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

I think so,
Mrs. Murtaugh.

The gutters need to be cleaned,
the driveway power washed,

and, baby, get rid of the boat.

Love you.

But I don't see "you naked"
on this list.

♪♪ See how ♪♪

♪♪ I used to be... ♪♪

There's something
different about you.

Yeah, got a new hat.

I changed my entire outfit.

You know, I'm, uh, being
transferred to Robbery-Homicide.

From rookie to detective?

You must have friends
in high places.

No, just some cranky old-timer
put in a call to the captain.

I guess he wants
to be my partner.

I guess you can't
catch a break.

I mean, bring your ass up
in here and let's have a beer.

Now, one thing
you should know

if we're going to be
working together is

I take this partnership thing
very seriously.

Yeah, I heard I have some
pretty big shoes to fill.

They were boots.

Old, ratty leather boots.

They used to tuck
into his pants.

I don't know how the guy ran.

Yeah, he sounds like
quite a character.

He was.

I can't ever replace him,
so I won't even try.

But I want to make this work.

I need the job.

Well, it's probably
gonna be really slow

compared to your
past life, Mr. CIA.

Man, I bet you saw
some stuff, huh?

Let's just say I have
some things to make up for.

Well, the good thing about
having a partner is

you're never in it alone.

Sorry, that was pretty corny.

It's moving.

Really?
I-I just made that up

just kind of off
the top of my head.

No, no, the boat,
it's moving.

Hey... McNeile...

Told you it was an HOA
violation, Big Rog.

- Who's that guy?
- My neighbor.

His son used to date
my daughter.

And then we had some
neo-Nazis sh**t' out.

You know, we got a lot
to catch up on.