03x05 - Get the Picture

[bunniefuu]

♪♪ I been caught stealing ♪♪

♪♪ Once, when I was five ♪♪

♪♪ I enjoy stealing ♪♪

♪♪ It's as simple as that ♪♪

♪♪ Well, it's just
a simple fact ♪♪

♪♪ When I want something ♪♪

♪♪ And I don't
want to pay for it ♪♪

♪♪ Well, I walk right ♪♪

♪♪ Through the door ♪♪

♪♪ Hey, walk
right through the door ♪♪

♪♪ Uh-huh ♪♪

♪♪ Hey, all right ♪♪

♪♪ If I get by... ♪♪

Get out!
Get out of the truck! Now!

Get out of the truck!

Come on, I said out!

Get down!

Don't move.

Get down. On your knees.

I said get down!

All right, Gatanas,
get the truck ready.

Hurry up!

Down.

All right, trailer's down.
Unhook the electrical.

Let's go,
let's go!

Hey!

Gatanas!

♪♪ There ♪♪

♪♪ There is a mirror
reflecting... ♪♪

Hey. Happy birthday.

Andrew!

Oh, it's nothing fancy.

You know, it's some baked eggs
with chorizo

and a fire-roasted
tomato ragout.

- Mmm.
- Maybe it's a little fancy.

Come here.

Morning, guys.

Ooh, I smell chorizo.

Cole, Maya doesn't leave for
school for another 30 minutes.

Ooh, that looks delicious.
I know, I know.

I just wanted to come early and
bring you your birthday gift.

Wow.

You really didn't
have to do this.

- When Nat and I first met...
- He doesn't want to hear this.

No, it's fine.
I-I do. Go on.

Well, Nat was treating me
in a medical tent in Kashmir,

and she kept complaining
about the shampoo.

So I used my CIA connections to
get her some alshier alsihariu,

which is Arabic
for "Magic Hair."

Hmm.

He can tell a story.
I'm gonna get Maya ready.

Mm.

- He's such a sweetheart.
- What are you doing?

- What? Me bringing you shampoo on your birthday is our thing.
- No, Cole,

there is no thing.

I have a serious boyfriend,

who already feels
uncomfortable around you.

What do you mean?

He's got it in his head

that you're this real-life
action hero

that I had this torrid
love affair with.

- Which is ridiculous.
- Yes, but kinda flattering.

Listen to me. I really
like this guy, okay?

Please don't mess it up.

Andrew and I just need
to rap a little bit

and get to know each other.

Okay? I'll just
swing by the hospital later.

Do not.

It never ends well
when you try to fix things.

Which is why I'm due.

I'm kidding.

Wait for Maya
in the car, please.

Sure, but if you're not going
to use the Magic Hair...

Thank you.

- Are you guys gonna eat all that?
- Cole.

See you later.

Please, Mom.

The answer is no, Riana.

You're being so unfair.

How am I being unfair?

'Cause you're not listening to me.

I'm listening,
you just don't like the response.

No need to knock.
Thank you.

No, you haven't.

Well,
then you're the one who's not listening.

Ugh!
You're the one -

who's not listening.

I hate it here.

What's that?

Hey, baby, what's-what's
going on with you

and your mother
up there?

Why did you order
a bilge pump?

I thought you got rid
of your boat.

Well, that's a...

- an interesting story...
- Oh, my God, you still have it.

Shh! Shh!

- Mom is going to freak.
- No, she's not,

because you're not going
to say anything.

Really?

Riana...

not another word
about that concert.

Oh, but you haven't
even asked Dad.

Oh, well there is no need.

We are on the same page.

You'd be surprised.

Riana wants to go see Migos

in concert
this Thursday,

even though she has school
the next day.

And so do my friends,
but they're all going.

And your point is?

we're all in the same boat.

Right, Dad?

Well, a-actually, honey,
uh, Riana makes a point.

Maybe we can just, uh,

make an exception this one time.

Yes! Thank you so much.

Oh, you're messing with fire.

Thank you.

That-that kid, you know?

Look, I know you may think

that I undercut your authority,

but it's just this one time.

And i-if I reverse my decision,

then I undercut
my own authority.

You see the conflict?

Which is what I'm gonna do,

because I was wrong

in the first place.

Exactly.
Tell her soon.

Yes, ma'am.

You try and set an example
for your kids,

and they turn around
and try to blackmail you.

How's lying about having a boat
setting a good example?

Do you think I really want
to be challenged right now?

Okay, well, if it makes
you feel any better,

my ex just told me that I make
her boyfriend uncomfortable.

I think he's worried
that I'm still into her.

- Are you?
- No.

Why do you ask?

I don't know, I... you're always
talking about her.

And I've never heard you
hit on another woman.

Well, maybe I haven't
met one worth hitting on.

Or you don't have game.

I have plenty of game.

What do you think, Bailey?

I'm sorry. Cole with game?

- I don't know. I've never seen him hit on anyone.
- What?

Right? Exactly.

Info on the
h*jacked truck.

The crew swapped the cabs

because the original one
had a tracking system in it.

Detective Murtaugh and Cole,

this is Lena Bechara.
She works

for the owner of the art that
was stolen, Victor Halderman.

- Nice to meet you.
- You studied in England,

but you grew up in Jordan.

No. Lebanon.

I beg your pardon?

I like
to guess people's accents.

I kind of have an ear for it.

Well, I suggest
you get it checked,

because you're wrong
on all fronts.

Are these two my only option?

Trust me, Ms. Bechara,
you're in very good hands.

I'll believe that when
we get our art back, officer.

Here's a list
of the items on board.

I'm sorry
about the accent comment.

I, uh, just spent some
time in those countries.

With the m*llitary?

- More or less.
- I see.

Well, I hope
you're as good at finding things

as you are at destroying them.

No game.

Nope.

What's the chief
doing here?

Victor Halderman must have
friends in high places.

The art needs to be returned

in one piece,
is that clear?

Don't worry. My officers
are always cautious.

Are you and Cole not
on the case anymore?

You've been very snarky lately.

Halderman
is sailing back

from Central America and should be in L.A.
-00.

I'd love to have
some positive news for him.

Absolutely. We're on it.

Thanks, Captain Ainsley.

- These cases...
- That's right.

Apparently, the chief
does not know my name,

and do you know why?

Because you haven't given him
reason to.

That's why we need wins,
starting now.

So what do we know
about this case?

Relax, Cap.

We ran the background
on the two dead crew members.

Both of them did
minor jail time.

Also, large traces
of titanium dioxide...

a chemical used to make paint...
was found on their clothing.

- What about the driver?
- Well, he's in critical

but stable condition.

Cole volunteered
to go question him.

- Good. Well, let's keep digging.
- Yes.

Let's find that truck.
I want a win.

You got it, Ainsley.

Too soon, Bailey.

Her snarkiness...

off the charts.

Then I turned

and he fired.

Got it.

Is there anything else you
can tell us about these guys?

I remember hearing
the name Gatanas.

Gatanas.

I'm sorry. With a... with a G?

As in Gwen Stefani?

- Sure.
- Yeah, great.

Anything else? No?
Keep thinking about it.

I'll be back.

What's up?

He overheard the name Gatanas.

Hold on. That sounds familiar.

Yes. One of the truck hijackers
was a former cellmate

with a Petros Gatanas.

Great. Try to get an address.

Hey, Andrew.

Cole.

What are you doing here?

I was just in the area,
and I was just wondering

if it was a good time to chat?

Um, Cole, I'm at work,
and we're in an elevator.

Don't worry. Just take a minute.

Cole, y-you're making me
a little nervous.

Exactly.
Hence the reason for my visit.

Andy, we need to get more
comfortable around each other.

- Agreed. Uh, maybe we can start by pushing that button.
- Sure,

sure, after we rap a bit.

So...

Game of Thrones.

How cool is that show?

Cole, I really don't do well
in closed spaces.

- Oh, ow.
- Man.

- Cole, did you just headbutt me?
- Oh, I'm sorry.

It was an accident.
I was reaching for this...

...engagement ring?

It's gorgeous, by the way.

Princess cut?

So you went to fix the problem and ended up

- making it worse.
- Natalie calls it "pulling a Cole."

Yeah, well...

I'm sorry about the ring.

That's tough.

Why? I'm totally happy for them.

- Over the moon, in fact.
- Yeah.

I can tell by the giant
vein bulging in your neck.

You're totally
at peace with it.

So, we're supposed to just drive
around looking for Gatanas?

Bailey said that he's somewhere
in the Warehouse District

based on her triangulation
business that she does.

Did she say that there was
chemicals used to make paint

on the two crew members
who were sh*t during the heist?

Yeah, why?

Two of my men got k*lled, okay?

You paid us
to get you your art,

and we got it.

Now, I want my damn...

Okay, someone hired him.

- You hear me?
- No. H-Hold on.

If there's a firefight,
paint thinner

in those tanks
could blow up

- the whole collection.
- I don't care

about no collection.
What about us?

Exactly, it's a lose-lose.

So, then, what's your plan?

Okay, here's the plan. I'm gonna
go in there and draw him away

from his g*n. You go in
when I give you the signal.

Okay, which is what?

You'll know when you see it.

No, I want to know now.

You'll know. You'll know.

Tell me, tell me,
tell me. No, no.

Excuse me.

Hi. I, uh, I'm on my
way to the Laker game,

and I would love to paint
my entire body gold first.

I was wondering if you could
help me out with that.

Swish.

Okay, is that the signal?

We're not open.

Aw.

That is so disappointing.

You sure you can't, uh,

- slip me a gallon on the QT?
- Is that it?

Purple also works.

- That's not it.
- I mean, if I show up like this,

I'm gonna look like an idiot.
You know what I'm talking about.

Right? Right?

Oh, that's it.
No, that's not it.

Roger. Roger.

LAPD, put it down!

Roger, the art!

I'm working on it.

Oops.

Okay.

Yeah, so, we messed up
a few paintings, but overall,

- not that bad.
- Who says we don't get wins?

- Avery's gonna be pissed.
- Big time.

Oh, this is a classic:
fire damage and b*llet holes.

- What the hell happened?
- We had a communication issue.

If you wanted the signal
to be a fist,

you should have said that.

I thought it was pretty obvious.

No, a loud whistle is obvious.

Or even a "ca-caw, ca-caw"
is obvious.

But a fist...

I don't know what that is.
What is this, Captain?

I actually don't "ca-caw."

For personal reasons.

Congratulations.

I heard your shock
and awe campaign

against our art was a success.

- I'm sorry, and you are?
- This is Lena Bechara.

- She works for Victor Halderman.
- Right, of course.

We are so sorry.
Please assure Mr. Halderman

we'll catch
the person responsible.

I'm sorry, will catch?

So you neither
protected the art

nor caught the person
that stole it?

Did I get that right, Captain?

Ainsley.

Where are the pieces now?
I want to see them immediately.

Right. I'm sure one of these
officers will happily take you.

- Detective Cole?
- He just made a fist.

He's...

Officer Cole.

I don't think I made a fist.

- Don't worry, Captain. We're gonna get this fixed.
- I hope so,

because I am so tired of not
getting any respect around here.

- What's up, Dad?
- Hey.

You-you remember when I said

that you could
go to that concert?

Well...

what I had meant...

I hope you're not
changing your mind,

because it would be unwise
to rock the boat

at this point,
if you know what I'm saying.

I know exactly
what you're saying.

And do you think you're gonna
get away with this, young lady?

I could ask you
the same question.

Okay.

Maybe there's an arrangement
that can be made.

What if I bought
all the Mugo albums?

It's Migos, and nice try.

I want tickets to see them
this Saturday in San Diego.

Fine.

For me and five friends.

Are you kidding me?

And they'd have to be
great seats.

- General admission.
- Floor.

Upper level.

Floor.

You know that this is extortion.
I can have you arrested.

- You know that?
- Thanks, Daddy. Love you.

You don't...

...me. Love doesn't
hurt their d... Hello?

- What's she got on you?
- You know what,

Bailey,
this is a snark-free zone.

- Let's keep it that way.
- Fine.

But it turns out
Gatanas was paid

from an offshore account
the day before the robbery.

I traced the IP address,
and guess what it's linked to?

Halderman's gallery.

So Halderman robbed himself
so he can collect the insurance.

Okay.

Maybe it's time to pay him
a visit down at the marina.

Hey, can I give you a hand?

Thanks, but the goal is
to not destroy any more artwork.

Where is that?

Anfeh Beach.

My mother used
to take me there as a child.

In Lebanon's Koura District.

I've been there.

You've been to Anfeh?

Yeah, long time ago.

You are from Lebanon.
You lied to me.

I just didn't feel like being
hit on at a police station.

I wasn't hitting on you, okay?

I just have an ear for accents.

Fine. My apologies.

Anfeh's gorgeous, by the way.

It's very romantic.

Well, next time you
should bring someone.

I did, actually.

We're not together anymore.
She's getting proposed to.

An anesthesiologist.

I'm over the moon about it.

I'm afraid
I misjudged you, Cole.

- You'd be crazy not to.
- And if it makes you feel any better,

no woman's excited
to marry someone

who puts people to sleep
for a living.

I've never had that problem.

I bet you haven't.

Mr. Halderman.

LAPD. Like to ask you
a few questions.

Uh-huh?
About what...

the millions your department
just torched?

Come with us downtown,
and we'll explain.

Oh, I prefer to stay
on my giant yacht,

- but, uh, thanks.
- Suit yourself.

We know that you're
committing fraud.

Oh, fraud?

- Oh.
- Sounds more illegal when he says it.

And how exactly
have I been doing that?

Your gallery wired money
to the man responsible

for the theft of your art
two days ago.

- Uh-huh.
- I believe this is

your signature on
the approval form?

Not even close.

And two days ago
I was in Panama,

scouting artifacts.

Does anybody else
have access to that account?

Yeah. One person.

I mean,
I do have to confess,

I might have been flirting
with you this morning,

like, a little bit.

I have a confession, too.

I kind of liked it.

Sorry, it's my partner.

What's up?

- Are you with Lena?
- Yeah, and she's

loving me, okay?

Who's got game now, buddy?
This guy.

She's the one who hired Gatanas.

- Arrest her.
- What?

Sorry, Cole.

Murtaugh.

Hang on.

Hey, you okay?

Never better.

Huh. I guess she's
the one that got away.

To recap, you destroyed
most of Halderman's art,

falsely accused him of fraud
and let the real thief escape.

I'd worry you were trying
to destroy my good name,

but luckily,
the chief doesn't know it.

So, what do we know
about this Lena?

Uh, not much,
because it's not her name.

Lena Bechara d*ed
a year ago at 80.

- It was a phony identity.
- Great. So we've got nothing.

Well, we know that
she's originally from Lebanon,

and that she has an
emotional tie to the painting.

If we learn more about it, then
we'll learn more about her.

Sure, run with it.

Oh.

That's Trish.

Look, I'm still
not convinced that

Halderman's
hands are clean in all of this.

Yeah, Trish.

Oh, yeah,
he's right here.

I don't know
why he didn't answer.

I know that you're
frustrated, but this is petty.

Answer the phone.

Hey, Trishy.

Uh, yes. N-No.
I'm in a bad area.

I-I know. I'm in
the captain's...

but I'm under a beam.

Okay, I'll be right there.

Roger.

Good evening.

Did you buy

$1,500 worth of tickets

to see Migos this Saturday
in San Diego?

Uh... yes,

because they
are terrific,

and I figured
it would be fun

if you and I went and
just made a weekend of it.

Roger, what's going on?

- Okay, you want the truth?
- I do.

- The truth is that...
- Dad still has his boat.

Wait. What?
Your boat? Roger.

Okay, it's true,

and she used that information

to blackmail me.

- To wh...?
- Mm-hmm.

- Riana.
- Get on her.

Okay, okay.

Let's deal with one awful
decision at a time, shall we?

Go.

Why don't we deal
with hers first?

Okay, look,

I just couldn't
get rid of her.

I mean, Lucille is my sanctuary.

Sanctuary from what?

From all of this.

I mean, sometimes,
all I get

is grief from you people.

You people?

You Murtaugh people.

The Murts.

Listen, Lulu

is one of the few places
where I can go and be alone.

Well, maybe now's a good time
to pay her a visit.

So, um, if you aren't
gonna use those tickets...

- Uh.
- I'll be upstairs.

Thanks for
staying late, Bailey.

Oh, please.

Once I take an airbag
to the face, I'm all in.

Wait. There. That's it.

Shati Bahr by Aleah Khudari.

What can we learn about her?

What exactly
are we looking for?

That one.

This is an obituary from 2000.

"Aleah Khudari,
a prominent

"local artist, was k*lled
during a rebel att*ck

"near her home in Tripoli.

She's survived by her daughter
Layla, age ten."

So today, Layla
would be...

28. Let's see
if she has a passport.

Layla Khudari.

Layla Khudari.

Find out if she's booked
on any international flights.

Where do you think
she's going?

Well, my guess is now
that she's got the painting

from Halderman, she
wants to take it home.

Who would have thought running from the cops

on a racing bike
could be so dangerous?

Drop the g*n, Layla.

- You need to go to the hospital.
- I need to go home.

No one was supposed to die
in that robbery.

I just wanted
what belonged to me.

I believe you.

I know all about
your mother's painting,

but you have to drop the g*n.

I won't take you to the hospital,
but I can get you help.

But you got to trust me.

Do you trust me?

I was in the middle
of my birthday dinner.

This better be
an emergency.

She needs your help.

- Okay, all done.
- Thank you.

You should try to
get some sleep.

Here you go.

Do you have a minute?

She has a bad wound.

Possibly a broken rib.

You should get her
to a hospital for X-rays.

I will. Thank you so much.

Cole, what is going on?

Did you just tag me into
a really weird first date?

No, that-that's not what's
happening, okay? Trust me.

Then what is it?

Is she like an international
art thief or something?

Yeah, right.

Tell me what's going on.

You've interrupted my birthday
twice now.

I can't.

You can't.

Of course you can't.

Our entire relationship

was built on
that phrase.

You should put it
on your tombstone.

Nat.

I'm just trying to protect you.

That's the woman you went
to Anfeh Beach with, right?

Who's there?

Whoa. Relax.

I've been calling
you all morning.

Did you sleep here?

It's actually
quite comfortable.

Is it? It doesn't
look comfortable.

Can I help you with something?

We were right
about Halderman.

The gallery in Colombia
that he was shipping to

is actually a shell corp set up
by people who are associated

with a Colombian guerrilla group
called BACRIM.

Doesn't sound like art
aficionados. Where's Cole?

I don't know.
He won't answer, either.

So,

last night you mentioned
Halderman was responsible

for your mother's death.
How so?

He was doing business with
the rebel group that k*lled her.

- Whoa.
- And her painting

ended up in his possession.

What would you think?

I'm sorry.
One minute. Roger.

- I've got an update.
- Me, too.

Halderman's last art shipment
was going to BACRIM.

BACRIM?
The Colombian g*ng?

No, as in the boy band.

Yes, the g*ng.

Who are you talking to?

Is that Lena?

Don't worry.
She's not going anywhere.

Halderman's
whole business

is dealing with
rogue m*llitary groups.

What's he providing them?

I'm not exactly sure,
but it's expensive.

BACRIM paid him ten million
for that art

even though it's worth
no more than two.

I can't hear you.

Put us on speaker phone.

I think I just figured out what
Halderman is really selling.

Where are my chips?!

Relax. Relax.

- We paid you a lot of money for them.
- All right, relax.

Relax, man. Relax.

Come on, they're all
in tubes at LAPD, you know?

I'm-I'm confident
I'll get 'em back soon.

One, however, was taken, but

the second
that this is activated,

we're gonna know precisely
where it is. There.

Huh?

Yeah.

Yeah. See?

What did you find?

This is a plan for an RDD.

These animals are trying
to build a dirty b*mb.

Roger?

If you guys wouldn't mind
removing your shoes

before entering,
I'd really appreciate it.

Looks like Cole was right.

All of these tubes
have chips in them.

That's him now.

Hey. Where the hell
have you been?

We got the rest of the chips.

Yeah, about that, Roger.

I got a new friend
who wants to talk to you.

I believe you have my paintings.

Who the hell is this?

And what are you doing
with my partner?

I want you to deliver them
to me within the hour,

on the water
so we know you're alone.

If not, we will chop up him
and his friend

and feed them to the sharks.

Sharks don't feed until dusk,

so... we have
at least four hours.

Granted, that's not
quality time.

Do you always joke
when your life's in danger?

That's how I cope.

Please stop coping.

Don't worry.
My partner's on his way.

He knows exactly what to do.

You're in neutral.

Wait, wait, wait.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wrong direction!

Wrong direction! Go back!
Back, back, back, back, back!

Have you ever driven
this thing before?

I'm not even
supposed to have it.

- Okay, maybe we should call Avery.
- No.

I got to go this alone.

Besides, I got this.

Whoa...

Murtaugh...

Murtaugh, do you know
what you're doing?

Stay out of sight.

And be ready to drive off

if things go south.

Good luck. And thank you.

For what?

The fresh air.

Ahoy there, Cap'n.

Did you bring them?

m*ssile! Watch out!

What was that?

We're taking on water.

Give me the chips!

Help!

Cole.

- Cole...
- No!

No!

Bailey! Go!

You see?
A fist is the perfect signal.

Uh, guys?

The b*ll*ts ripped a
hole through the boat.

We're going down.

My first and last voyage.

We need a plan.

You got a bilge pump?

This great city
trusts you to keep it safe,

and today you more than
met that challenge. That's why

I wanted to thank you
for foiling

- this international arms deal.
- Thank you, sir.

- Good job, Murtaugh.
- Good job, guys.

- Way to go.
- Um...

...here's a few expenses

that you accrued
in the process.

A boat?

Her name was Lucille, sir.

Lulu, I called her.

Anyway, uh, Captain Avery said

that I should clear
any reimbursements

with you, Chief.

Who the hell's Captain Avery?

Exactly.

Can you give
us a minute?

Are you going to miss me?

Well... hopefully,
you won't be gone long.

I'm betting that
they're gonna give you

a reduced sentence
for cooperating.

Thank you, Cole.

For everything.

And when you get out,
your mother's painting

will be waiting for you at the
National Museum of Lebanon.

Where it belongs.

You need to tell her, Cole.

Tell who?

The one you took
to Anfeh. Your ex.

Tell her you still have feelings
for her before it is too late.

- The boat is gone.
- Hmm.

I've heard that before.

Well, this time...

it sleeps with the fishes.

Honey...

I am sorry about
your sanctuary.

It wasn't really
about that.

Besides, any grief
that I feel from you guys

is tiny compared to the grief
I feel when we're apart.

Then... why was it
so important to you?

My entire life,
I've only been one place.

And even though I never
took the boat anywhere,

just knowing that I could...

was enough.

Well, you just
say the word,

and I will go
anywhere with you,

Roger Mayfield Murtaugh.

And besides...

you are going somewhere.

Oh?

- Mm-hmm.
- Where?

Mm.

To see Migos...

in San Diego

with your daughter

and five
of her screaming friends.

Wine?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- Lots.
- Lots of wine.

Natalie, there's something

I haven't been totally honest
with you about.

No.

Natalie... there's something
I have to tell you.

Cole.

Hey.

We meet again.

Andrew.

Is, uh, is Natalie here?

She's not, actually.
She's not home yet.

Is there something I
can pass on for you?

No, just...
some Maya scheduling stuff.

I'll call her.

Hey, Cole.

Before you go...

I just want to say thank you.

For not telling
Natalie my...

secret.

No problem.

Yeah. I'm actually really
nervous about the whole thing.

I'm doing the traditional thing,
you know, roses,

champagne, a walk on the beach.

I...

I don't know, do you
think she'll like that?

I only ask because
you two go way back.

I think she'll love that.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Cole.

What are you doing here?

I-I just came to...

thank you...

for being there
for me last night.

Oh. Always, Cole.

You know that.

That's why I love you.

♪♪ The book of love ♪♪

♪♪ Is long and boring ♪♪

♪♪ And written very long ago ♪♪

♪♪ It's full of flowers ♪♪

♪♪ And heart-shaped boxes ♪♪

♪♪ And things we're all
too young to know... ♪♪

Hey.

Hey. What are you up to?

Oh, I just went to my ex's house
to confess my feelings,

and I got cold feet.

How about you?

Mm, well,
I'm sorry to hear that.

Maybe you shouldn't be alone
this weekend.

What do you got in mind?

Me, you, concert,

San Diego, ladies.

Sounds awesome.

There's a catch.

If you touch the ladies,
I'll k*ll you.

That sounds less awesome.

There's more.

Are you familiar
with this group, the Mugos?

Roger, some alone time
actually sounds nice.

No, no, no. You owe me
for the "bilge pump" comment.