Riggs, Homicide.
- Nobody's dead. - The night's young.
This is Sergeant Murtaugh.
- Threat or scare? - Real thing.
He saw a device.
It's on Level 1, by the gas pumps. I wrote the license plate number.
That's okay, sir. Thanks a lot.
- You evacuated the building? - It's clean.
- Where's the bomb squad? - Coming.
Good. It's under control. Let's go.
I think we ought to check this out.
What?
- Bomb squad's coming. - There's no bomb!
- How do you know? - Because it's a full moon.
Moon, lunar, lunatics. They're everywhere.
- Is that Greek? - Latin.
You surprise the shit out of me.
There's no bomb. It's probably a false alarm.
It happens. He probably saw a radio on the back seat.
Let's not mess with it. Wait for the bomb squad.
You're right. You sit tight, I'll be right back.
What's the matter with you?
- There's a bomb in there! - No, there's not.
- There's a bomb in there! - There is not!
There's a bomb in there!
- Know how I know? - How?
I got eight days to retirement and I won't make a stupid mistake.
There is no bomb! I'll bet vital anatomy parts!
Look.
Trust me. Okay?
That's usually my first mistake.
Hey, wait. I'm coming.
Rog?
- Your insurance paid up? - Of course. Why?
- There could be a bomb in here. - Oh, God!
- I hate it when I'm right. - Learn to trust your instincts more.
Oh, God.
First impression can often be the right one.
Drive shaft... I wonder if there's a bomb.
Just don't touch it.
Just looking.
What are you doing? Don't open the door! Don't!
Son of a bitch, just look at it.
That's all I'll do, just look.
There's more plastic than Cher.
I love this job. It's amateur night.
Open the door. I can't hear you.
Open the door.
Don't do nothing.
Not that one!
You son of a bitch.
This is a pretty shonky job. I can dismantle it.
It looks like Beirut to me. Let's go!
Everybody's outside. Just me, you and the cat are dumb enough to be here.
Nearly a "cat-tastrophe," huh?
- Relax, Rog. Relax. - Right.
Don't do nothing.
We got 9 minutes and 7 seconds left. You know what we can do?
We could drive it out.
Fine, it's your turn to drive.
No keys. I could hot-wire it.
Don't even say "hot-wire" around this stuff!
You're right.
Why am I doing this? Why?
I'm going to have to do it the old-fashioned way.
What are you thinking?
- I'm thinking we should cut the blue wire. - Wait!
- That's not what I think. - You think maybe the red?
No! No!
I'm thinking it's eight minutes and 42 seconds.
We can go upstairs, wait for the bomb squad, have a cappuccino.
The bomb squad never gets here on time. And it's 8 minutes, 31 seconds.
Rog, please.
Forget the cappuccino.
- You know what they'll say? - "Get the fuck out of here!"
But then, "Cut the blue wire," which I'll do right now.
- Wait, wait! - What?
How can you be so sure?
It's just a hunch.
A hunch?!
Remember the toilet bomb?
- How could I forget? - Red wire, blue wire, same thing.
This is more simplified, but a bit more powerful.
From where I sat, I couldn't see.
Forget it. Come on, trust me.
Trust you?
Guess not. I'm cutting the red wire, okay?
What? What?
A minute ago you said blue!
I did?
You said blue!
- I meant red. - Sure?
We can do it your way.
- My way?! I don't have... - Quiet!
I'm sure, okay?
Ah, shit!
Ready?
Rog?
What?
Won't you miss all this good stuff when you retire?
Won't you miss it a little bit?
I'm cutting the wire.
Snip. All done.
Grab the cat!
Grab the cat?!
Get out of there! Take cover!
Where are they?
Bravo.
Oops.
Right. Oops.
Right.
Seven days to retirement, I'm busted down to patrolman.
I should've cut the red wire.
- You did. - No, I cut the blue wire.
That's what I meant.
- We should've waited for the bomb squad. - Must I hear this every day?
- Every day until I retire! - That's a week too long.
- My feet are killing me. - They're killing me, too.
- How? - Listening to you bitch about them!
- Because you should've cut the red wire! - I did!
What's this?
Kind of soft. Not a bulletproof vest.
It won't keep anything out.
It's to keep my stomach in.
What do you got under there?
It's a girdle.
What?
It's a girdle!
Does Trish know?
This is not a woman's girdle. It's a man's girdle!
- Man's girdle? - They make girdles for men!
- They do? - Yeah, they do!
I haven't worn this uniform in 15 years!
- Cleaners must have shrunk it. - You should take it to Chin.
I did take it to Chin. Look at it. It's shrunk all up in here.
I have to hold my breath.
Did you see that?
- See what? - Jaywalker.
Jaywalking?
Hold it right there, pal. Step up here, please.
- Me? - Yes, you.
- What'd I do? - Stand there.
Jaywalking. I saw you. I'll have to cite you.
Jaywalking?! Oh, Jesus, come on!
- Should I radio for backup? - Smart ass. Got the ticket book?
You're hassling me for...
Shut up!
- Do you know how to fill one of these out? - A long time ago.
I can't read it. The print is too small without my glasses.
Can we speed this up? You may have nothing to do, but I do.
No, we can't, so will you shut up?
- Jaywalking. - Ask for his license.
- License, for jaywalking? - Yeah.
I don't have it on me. I wasn't driving.
I was walking. Do I need a walking license now?
- Let's just shoot him! - Is he crazy?
I'm going to drill him! We'll make it look like suicide!
- Get out of the way! - No, the video cameras!
I don't care! I'll drill him!
Get out of here, before he kills you!
- Go that way! Not that way! - This way! Over here!
Run! Now!
Run!
Wait a minute!
You forgot to sign!
Who's that?
Wait a minute. You forgot to sign the form.
Who're you?
You're not the regular guy.
- He's on vacation. - On vacation?!
Well, who the hell is that?
Get in the truck!
You fucking prick!
Are you a cop?
Fourteen-sixty. Into pursuit. Will continue transmission.
Call 911.
- Okay, honey. - Let me drive. We're in pursuit.
I'm driving! Don't worry.
This fool picked the wrong time to mess with the wrong lady.
Just stay close!
Right behind you, baby!
Take a good look!
Delores the Road Warrior is dead on your raggedy ass!
Ram him!
- Watch out, Riggs! - Come on!
Are you married, sugar?
What? Yes, 24 years! 24 years!
Yeah, but is it working?
- You can't get closer? - I am! I'm getting closer.
Hold on, Riggs!
Hold on!
Hold on! Hold on! We got you!
Hold on!
- I told you I could! - Closer!
- Get me up there! - Go!
I am! I am!
Back off!
If he falls, don't hit him!
Don't worry, I got something for you!
Thanks for the interest, sugar, but one thing at a time!
Catch him!
Keep singing! Just stay close!
Relax, baby. Relax.
Keep your hands off my thigh!
- He's in trouble. Watch out! - I got him!
I'm getting too old for this.
Not for me, you're not, sugar.
You have the right to remain unconscious.
Anything you say, it ain't gonna be much.
Hey, Riggs. You all right?
I'm okay. I just have to book this guy for not wearing his seat belt.
That was dynamite driving.
- She's a dynamite driver! - I'll show you dynamite!
Sho 'nuff!
What have you two been up to?
What do you mean? We were in pursuit!
- I saw you kiss her. - She kissed me!
It looked mutual to me. Wipe that lipstick off.
Hey, go spit, Riggs!
You okay?
You all right?
Back to bed. Back to bed.
Good morning, guys. Daddy.
How about treating your dad to breakfast today?
- You've got six more days to go. - Laundry service.
Hold this. Hangers?
I'm springing for the soap. Nothing too fancy. Cute dog.
It's a Westie.
'Morning, Trish.
'Morning, Rog.
- 'Morning, Nick. - Spare me.
- Not until you brush your teeth. - Hold it, mister.
Just looking for some orange juice.
No fingerprints on the door and put the glass in the dishwasher.
Did somebody commit a murder?
Someone's coming to see the house.
I think a little mess adds to the charm.
How's this?
It's great? Okay? Okay?
Kelly's Pool Hall.
Right, Kelly, hi. Let me speak to Dad.
Hi, honey. How are you? I thought I asked you not to call me here.
- It's for you. - Me?
Who is it? Hello?
Hi. It's my first day at work. You going to come by and wish me luck?
- Beautiful, huh? Come on, check it out. - Beautiful lawn.
It's great.
See how quiet it is here? Listen.
Isn't that great? Come on.
- It's quiet. - The inside's even better.
- It's the people, to look at the house. - And our broker.
Just want to be sure.
I'll show you this room first. It's my favorite.
- Isn't it? Does that say it all? - Very nice.
I love that picture window.
- It's just been completely replaced. - Why?
A drug dealer came through with his car and crashed right in.
Shot up the whole place.
Son of a bitch. I'm going to cut him off at the knees!
It's true. It's true. True. Okay, okay, anyway, look.
Like the drapes? Maybe she'll leave them.
- I thought you quit. - I did.
- You'll stink up the house. Don't smoke. - I'm itchy.
Here.
Chew on these.
I have to tell you this. It's the law. It's called full disclosure.
Anything else you want to disclose before we go on?
Okay, since you mention it, the bathroom has been completely remodeled...
...due to unexpected bomb damage.
Hey, come on. It's okay.
Son of a bitch.
Don't, don't. You'll never sell the house.
Okay, okay. We saw enough of the kitchen.
I'll show you upstairs. Wait till you see it. It's beautiful. You'll love it.
They're gone. Leo Getz, someday I'll kill him!
Son of a bitch! I'm going to kill him!
You have to let me, Riggs!
They weren't going to buy it anyway!
- You scared them away! - They couldn't afford to buy it!
- Oh, I see. - Okay, relax.
I had to tell them everything. It's the law. Full disclosure.
- You heard of it? - I'm a cop! I am the law!
- Get off me! What is it with you? - Hold it!
At least he didn't tell them about the nail gun incident.
I forgot. Did you have a permit when you built over the garage?
Permit?
Hold it! Leo's here. I'll take care of it.
I'll make some calls. We'll get some back-dated permits.
- Which phone can I use? - Sunroom.
- It must be easier than this. - Count on Leo Getz.
You need less aggravation. Come to work with me.
Thank you, Leo! Son of a bitch!
Stop fronting yourself. You know? Swing with me and my crew.
- I got school. - Ditch school.
Here comes your pops.
- Later, all right. - Gotcha.
Next time.
- 'Morning, Rog. - How you doing?
Hey, Nick.
- Wasn't that Darryl? - Yeah.
Haven't seen him around in a while.
He dropped out.
Pretty gang colors, he's wearing.
Yeah, I know.
Hey, Nick.
Yeah, Dad.
Be good.
Word.
Word, Nick.
Word.
Word, Riggs.
Word, Rog.
- What are we talking about? - Word.
Four letters. Starts with a "W," "O" in the middle, "D" in the end.
Oh, yeah, that word.
Word.
- Tyrone, my man, how are you? - Jack, how's it going?
- Let's take a walk. - Wait here for me.
Look around. This is my dream and it's all coming true.
You sank your money into this, out here in the middle of the desert?
- Know why it'll be a gold mine? - Do tell.
Because no one wants to live next door to a menace like you.
I came to do business, not be insulted by you.
Relax, Tyrone.
Like houses, friendships need strong foundations.
Smitty, come here. Come here.
What's wrong with you? Don't I pay you good, take care of you?
- Sure you do. - Then why the stunt you and Billy pulled?
It was a good plan. It worked.
It worked?! It didn't work.
You got nailed first time out.
Nobody working for me goes into business for themselves.
Do you understand me?
See how that can jeopardize everything? Right?
Whatever.
Especially trying to pop an armored car.
Okay, Billy got caught. There's nothing I can do about that now.
He'll have to face the music on his own.
But you and me...
...we're gonna start over.
You know what I mean?
- Whatever you say. - Good.
Glad you understand what I'm talking about.
Now we got a relationship we can build on.
- Employee problems. You know how it is. - Yeah, right.
You invest time and energy into training somebody.
They get greedy and do something stupid that jeopardizes everything.
It's a bitch!
Stick around. This is the good part.
- We can put our initials in there. - Yeah?
Jesus Christ!
Lankershim and Vineland. Where are we going?
Right here. Rianne's got a new job. I promised I'd stop by.
That's a good reason.
All right. Here we are.
- You got any silver, any change? - We're cops.
That's right, we're cops. Not crooks. I'll get change.
Get down! All of you!
How do you like that?
What are you doing with a rubber gun?
This is a film!
Cut, cut, cut! Who the fuck is this lunatic?
- Get him off my set. - It's not part of the story.
Can we get a cop?
Rianne, I'm so sorry. I feel like a microbe right now.
- You really thought I was in trouble? - Oh, I did.
A real cop! Go sit in your fucking trailer!
- Are you a fucking idiot?! - I apologize.
He's a friend of mine, a policeman. Thought I was in trouble.
We're both...
He's a friend of yours?
Let me tell you something: You're fired. Have a nice day.
Fired? Riggs, what'd you do?
You're not fired.
No, you're not. Just take it easy.
You can't fire her for something I did.
I don't care whose mistake it was! She's fired!
I apologize to everyone.
Don't push him!
All of you, go!
Just take it easy. Don't push him.
Get off my set, all right? What are you, deaf?
Get off my set!
On any normal day, I'd smack you in the mouth.
Is that so?
Don't!
It's a normal day.
I'm sorry. Listen, are you okay? I'm sorry.
I'm all thumbs! He fell down! Let me help you.
I said, don't hit him!
- Is she fired? - Yes, she's fired!
- Is she fired? - No, no.
- It's okay. - Does she have a raise?
- Yes! I said yes! - Good.
Rianne, I think you have a new friend here.
We'd like you to come back.
You can't settle every problem with your fists.
- I couldn't use my gun with that crowd. - Six more days.
Look, I don't want to hear that.
Did Rianne get her job back? Did she get a raise?
I don't hear a thank you.
Maybe I should become a Hollywood agent. What do you think?
- It won't work. - Why?
You don't have that killer instinct.
Son of a bitch!
- We should've put a bag on the meter. - Put it in the glove compartment.
I don't do that anymore.
Oh, yeah? Good man.
It's full. Put it in the back seat.
- How can you like those things? - These? They're good.
You eat a box up and still die for a cigarette.
- Cut yourself shaving? - Yeah.
Old razor?
Old face.
You're letting this retirement thing get you down.
Spend a few more years to get used to the idea. Why quit?
- I got plans for my retirement. - Oh, yeah, plans.
- I do. Big plans. - Big plans?
- I had them for a long time. - Like what?
Like...
- Things, man! - Things!
Things!
Things I've put off.
Oh, those things. I got those, too.
I see you've given this a lot of thought.
I've given it a lot of thought.
Goddamn it!
- What's going on? - I'm pissed off. You need a reason?
- I thought I heard gunfire. - Get your ears checked! Put that away!
What're you looking at?
Hey, man. Peace.
Why'd you call us down here?
How you doing, son?
Your mother know you're here?
- Did you do this? - Nice shooting.
Better than Billy the Kid.
Diaper rash makes you cranky.
Give it to your mom. Maybe she'll stick it on the refrigerator.
- Can I borrow your glasses? - Yeah.
Who's wearing?
Roger, you are.
Why me? You guys should be wearing.
Mr. Murtaugh, let me assist you.
I don't need help. I've been dressing myself since I was 30.
- Okay, man, just trying to help. - Get back.
All you perverts, turn your heads.
- Take it off, baby! - Hold this shirt.
Wearing a girdle!
- He's got a girdle! - This is not a girdle.
This is not a girdle. It's my back!
My back went out on me.
I hurt it lifting weights. What're you talking about?
I saw him do it.
Everybody, listen up.
I want you all to look at these lovely bullets.
Cute.
Notice the smooth jacket. Pay particular attention to the tip.
Now you've all seen these vests stop a.357 magnum bullet.
Observe.
Son of a bitch!
- Armor-piercing bullets? - Yeah, cop killers.
Those bullets came from the gun of a suspect we arrested yesterday.
They're out there on the streets.
Vests are optional, boys and girls. Especially boys.
See you, Riggs.
Cop killers.
Son of a bitch.
I think we should talk to Billy Phelps. I'll have him brought in for interrogation.
I'm here to talk to Billy Phelps.
Can I see your ID, please?
William Phelps, armored car suspect. He's been moved to interrogation.
- Know where that is? - Sure. Been there a lot.
Same floor.
I guess now you're retiring, that Swiss bank account will come in pretty handy.
How much you got in there, a million? Million and a half?
- Five. - Five.
Well, you deserve it.
Better than those miserable drug dealers getting it.
What're you talking about?
Don't sweat it. You laundered it, didn't you? They can't trace it.
- They can't trace it. - What?
So long as I get an invite to Casa de Murtaugh, I'm happy.
Casa what?!
- I've never been to Portugal. - Stop joking.
She's a cop!
I know she's a cop. And she's probably on the take, too.
The whole force is bent.
She may be wearing a skirt, but we're all brothers.
And I have nothing. I ain't been to Portugal.
Listen to me.
Son of a bitch.
- How you doing? - Fine.
- Who is it today? - Billy Phelps.
Who're you?
Fly me. I'm your friendly Portuguese Airline.
She's Infernal Affairs.
How'd you know?
I took the liberty of looking at your file folder.
Lorna Cole.
- And you're Sergeant Murtaugh. - I used to be.
What's Infernal Repairs want with our collar?
We're taking over, thanks.
Nobody told us they were taking over.
Nobody has to tell you anything, Patrolman.
I want to go and see the captain.
You want to see the captain? Let's go see the captain.
- And put on a vest. - Oh, are you wearing one?
Just take it easy, man.
Hey, guys. Phelps, William. Actually, his name's Billy.
You, too?
- Popular guy today. - Somebody with him?
No, not really. He's down the hall to the right.
Want to sign in here?
Miss.
- What's Internal Affairs doing here? - Don't start. I just found out myself.
Herman Walters, chief of intelligence.
You haven't met his daughter, Lorna Doone.
Pleased to meet you.
The Phelps case is transferred to Internal Affairs.
Why?
- I can't tell you. - That's classified.
We busted our buns busting this guy. We busted him.
Busted is right. He spent the night in hospital.
- He didn't buckle up. - We even cited him.
I know, I read your report.
Our cases have, unfortunately, crossed paths here.
That's all I can say. We'll take over from here.
Captain, what is she talking about here?
- That's classified. - No, I'm talking to him.
I'm telling you...
No, I said, "Captain." I'm talking to the captain.
- That's classified! - I'm talking to him!
That's bullshit!
Maybe these guys can contribute something to this case.
From their records, they only contribute mayhem and chaos.
I'm Chaos, he's Mayhem. We're a double act.
What are we, required reading or something?
As a matter of fact, you are.
It's a cross between "Police Gazette" and "Mad" magazine.
- What's wrong with "Mad"? - Nothing, I used to read it.
You've got some taste.
When I was 12.
Riggs, let's go.
We busted him, we could talk to him.
- Captain. - Riggs. Murtaugh.
Get your asses back here.
You'll be needing these.
I'm reinstating both of you.
- Don't you just love him? - Yeah.
God!
You really are a beautiful man.
Just get rid of the blues.
- They don't go with your ponytail. - Absolutely not.
Yeah, right.
Get a haircut.
Of course, I won't.
You exceeded your authority, Captain.
- That's not how I see it. - The chief will.
- Take it up with him. - I think I will.
Catch up with them. We don't want this screwed up with cowboy tactics.
Son of a bitch.
Hi, Billy.
Jack!
Bye, Billy.
See you, Billy.
Sergeant, did you get what you need?
Not really. It's a dead issue, I'm afraid.
How long has Phelps been doing this?
- Doing what? - This armored car thing.
I wouldn't know. I'm not interested in armored cars.
I don't think she's telling us everything.
I think you're right.
Boy, these six days is going to be rough.
God, be good to me.
Shit, son of a bitch knew there was a camera in the wall.
Dammit!
He didn't know there was one in the interrogation room.
There isn't.
We installed them six months ago.
- Every station. - That's great.
Six months and we don't know about it?
This is the police police, Captain.
Police police. Very good. Can you say that three times in a row, real fast?
- Why? Am I getting to you? - You trying to bait me?
I'm a master of it.
That figures.
Baiting master. Try all the tricks.
Freeze that. Stop it.
Jack Travis.
Who?
Lieutenant Jack Edward Travis.
He was one of us.
Hell of a brutal cop. Could beat a confession out of anyone.
A dirty cop.
I've never seen so many suspensions and reprimands and charges of misconduct.
He's also as tough as they come.
What happened to him?
I don't know.
His partner and him were on a stakeout. He went for coffee, never came back.
Looks like he had one cappuccino too many.
We better brief Walters.
Excuse me, cute stuff.
- That's harassment. - Cute stuff. That's you.
- Captain. - Boys, boys. Just the captain.
Your involvement in this case ended when Phelps hit the floor.
Why don't you just go back and beat your street?
- Now's the time to buy. - Not now.
- Hey, Roger, Roger! - Not now, Leo!
- Not now! - We got to talk, babe, okay?
You're in trouble. You got termites.
Termites?
- Oh, God! - You're infested!
The only thing holding up your house is the paint.
We should go.
Leo, could you get the place fumigated?
We should pull every file on this guy.
I know this guy. Is that Geraldo?
- What? - I know the guy.
- How do you know him? - I've seen the guy before.
- Where? - I don't know. I recognize him...
His name is Jack Travis. Does that ring a bell?
Hands off the clothes. Okay?
I'm thinking. Let me think.
It was a big party.
Someone brought a monkey that knocked over the salad bar.
And this guy comes in, introduced me to another guy...
...who wants a favor.
- I got it! I got it! - What?
He's got it!
- I remember! - You remember!
Don't do it. Don't let the earring fool you.
- We're back. We're back! - Yeah. Yeah.
Listen, listen.
Can I have a gun this time?
Okay, this is it! These guys always wanted me to do favors for them!
Like, some guys wanted broads, another guy, Cuban cigars.
Your guy, hockey!
The best seats in the house!
- Where's the seats? - Yeah.
Probably by the glass.
Does "needle in a haystack" mean anything to you?
Why don't we spread out?
If we all take a different direction, it'd be like old times.
Don't push, lady! I'm on police business here!
Just take it easy!
Los Angeles penalty. Number 15.
Two minutes for high-sticking.
Time, 5:15.
Mr. Jack Travis?
Mr. Jack Travis, this is the LAPD.
We know you're in here. We know where you are. Just stay in your seat.
Don't be stupid.
I'll be there to escort you out in a minute.
There's a policeman at every exit, so it's no use trying to run.
Smart son of a bitch.
Thanks for your cooperation. Play on, boys.
Get out of my fucking way!
Excuse me.
You can't be on the ice!
I got him! I got him!
You have the right... You're under arrest!
Fucking weasel!
What the hell's going on here?!
I'm LAPD! LAPD!
I don't care! You can't be on the ice!
I got him!
You're all right, pal. Stay calm.
Make sure you tell my mother!
Where'd he go?
Down there!
Son of a bitch!
He thinks I don't know I'm dying. I know it.
- You'll be okay. - I'm dying, Roger.
I'm choking, see?
That's what they do when they die.
Leo, it's going to be okay.
My body's numb! I can't feel it!
I'm going to die, I know it! What?
You're lying on the ice.
- That's why I'm cold? - That's why you're cold.
- That's why I'm numb? - That's why you're numb.
But he shot me. See all the blood.
- It's just a flesh wound. - So it's okay.
He's okay, he's okay! He's going to make it! He's alive!
- Bring him this way. - I can't believe this.
- I can't believe I got shot. - Calm down.
Riggs, you here?
We're all the same now. We all got shot.
You'll be fine.
Relax.
I'm fine. Nothing wrong with me. I can take this.
Just calm down. We'll take care of it.
You'll be out of here tonight. It's not a big deal.
This isn't a good idea. You shouldn't rush this, Doc.
You should rest up.
A dumdum wound can be serious.
What's a dumdum wound?
You don't know? A guy got his thumb shot off by a dumdum.
From the shock, he was dead two days later.
Dead two days later?
He died from dumdums?
- We'll keep you overnight. - Make it two.
Two days?
Okay, we'll keep him two days.
That Leo's chart?
- Two days, you'll be good as new. - I should be with them.
I should be with...
How do you spell, "proctological"?
Rectal exam!
- No, you can't do that to Leo. - Sure, we can.
Why's she...
Please, Mr. Getz.
You've been shot in the arm? Let her take it. You'll get it back.
There's a clock in your room.
Does this look like a dumdum wound?
- It sounded like one when it happened. - Shit.
- Take it easy. Two days. - Two days and you'll be out. No problem.
- I'll see you guys. - We won't make a move without you.
I thought it sounded different.
- Relax. They'll be there when you get out. - I'm fine.
- You own your house, Doc? - What?
- You don't recognize my face? - No, sir.
Watch.
About time. The doggy treats are okay, but I need some human food.
Don't worry. I'll make you the best thing you ever had.
- You ever eat one of my hamburgers? - I've been lucky so far.
Fast Eddie!
- How's business? - Booming. Can't you tell?
Yeah, I'm looking at it. You meet my partner?
I want to cook one of those monster burgers for him.
- Go for it. - All right.
- You'll let him cook? - Do I have a choice?
No, because it's Wednesday.
Why argue?
In that case, give me a MacRog.
Hold the hair.
You wash your hands?
Keep joking. But I guarantee you're gonna like this burger.
And you're gonna come back with your friends.
I haven't got any friends, you know that, except for you.
He's a comedian in his spare time.
When is he gonna say something funny?
You gonna put that out?
You're finished with it, yeah?
Do you mind? Thanks.
Sorry. I was just looking at it.
Chew on this onion.
He's quitting, so help him.
I was only looking at it.
First thing is the fat.
Everyone says, "Cut the fat."
My uncle said, "You cut the fat, you kill the burger." Right?
Yeah.
There's an art to it. You just can't plop them on the grill.
Gently coax the flavors out.
Yo, hey, what's the problem?
A little pepper, then you massage it a little bit.
Just a little bit.
Sweet, sweet meat.
Shit, man, feel it.
Okay, guys!
LAPD. Let me see your hands.
Let me see your hands! Get them up!
In the car! Get them up there! Let me see both of them! Come on!
Hey, Riggs!
Riggs!
Don't you love me? For five days!
Don't do that to me!
- Riggs, you okay? - Yeah.
Who did it?
All right, asshole!
I want to see your hands right now.
Back me up, Riggs!
Darryl?!
Fuck, no!
Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance! Breathe!
Please, breathe!
Breathe!
Call an ambulance!
Come on! Breathe! Oh, God!
Fuck, it's Darryl!
Oh, God, don't do this to me! Breathe!
- He's dead. - Breathe! Breathe!
- God, don't do this! - He's dead.
He's dead! Rog, he's dead!
He's dead, Rog! Don't mess with the corpse.
He's dead. Come on, man, it was a clean shoot.
It's okay, it was a clean shoot.
He was gonna do you and he was gonna do me.
It's okay. You okay?
It's not okay.
I know that kid.
He's Nick's friend.
- Got it, Mom. - I'll get it.
Hello?
Hi, Martin.
He's not here.
Oh, my God!
Thanks.
Fuck!
How you doing? Taking your vitamins?
- Riggs, how's Murtaugh? - He's good. He's fine.
- I'm sure he's anything but fine. - Really, he's okay.
- I'd really like to talk to him. - That's not such a good idea.
The best is to leave him alone.
- Let's get something for your cold. - I know what I'm talking about.
- We have to talk. - Talking to you is bad for my image.
- I'm afraid I insist. - Oh, you insist?
In that case, let's find some privacy. Step into my "ore-ffice".
- Hey, Becker, how's it hanging? - Hey, Riggs.
- Clip any wrong wires lately? - I haven't done that for a couple days.
Next time, wait for the bomb squad.
Yeah, it's our job.
I'll remember. We saved a cat, though.
Great. I love cats.
Go ahead, talk. I'm listening.
You purposefully withheld information concerning a case under my investigation.
Damn right, I did.
Careful, she's Internal Affairs.
You had a tip on Travis. You should have shared it with me.
No, I take that back.
You were required to share it with me.
I was required to share it with you?
I don't have to share shit with you.
School yard rules: If you don't scratch my back, I don't throw you...
- Oh, come on, Riggs. I can't do that! - Yes, you can!
Why don't you cut out this classified bullshit!
Right now! It's giving me the shits!
We're cops. You're a cop, I'm a cop. We're both on the same side, right?
- Right? - Right!
Good! Why don't we start to act like it.
There's kids out there. Babies. No brains, but they got automatic weapons.
- Yesterday, my partner nailed this kid... - I know about Murtaugh.
Yeah. And I'm sorry, Riggs.
Yeah.
Why don't you let me in on this? I can help you.
I really want to help you, if you'll let me. Let me.
What do you say? We got a deal?
Wash your hands.
And meet me in my office.
I'll be right there.
Be right there.
MAC-10, 9 mm, semi-automatic...
...converted to automatic with 36 rounds in the magazine.
On a sesame seed bun.
Very illegal.
The gun has a history. Wanna know about it?
Tell me.
Killed a convenience store clerk in LA County, July 1990.
Used in a drive-by shooting in San Bernardino County, August 1990.
Confiscated by a truant officer of the LA School Board, October 1990.
Scheduled for destruction by LAPD six weeks ago.
Scheduled for destruction?
But it never got there.
Instead, it found its way into the hands of a 15-year-old boy...
...who fired it on a police officer, your partner.
Thought it looked familiar.
That gun and 15,000 others like it...
...were stolen from a police storage facility before they could be destroyed.
They should be paper clips right now, or license plates.
Anything but a gun. Here we are busting our asses on the streets...
...getting these weapons out of circulation and now they're headed back out.
By busting Phelps, you stumbled onto something the LAPD's tried to keep quiet.
That's why Internal Affairs is on this. They think this is an inside job.
That's right. They knew police procedures.
They knew where the guns were and how to get in.
They even knew the sorting codes on the containers.
They took the automatics and left the junk behind.
- It all pointed to a cop. - Or an ex-cop.
Travis.
And you let him slip through your fingers.
That's closer than you ever got.
Close, Riggs?
Close is a lingerie shop without a front window.
Want to go for a ride?
Sure, where we going?
Surprise.
Oh, I love surprises.
What is this place?
I accessed Billy Phelp's phone records on my computer.
He made a dozen calls to this address.
Nice of you to steal that information.
- Semantics, Riggs. - Semantics? Always up for some antics.
Let's go on three.
One.
- On three, or three and then go? - What?
Never mind. One, two, three.
Got you.
Looks like Billy's grandmother owns a big dog.
It's not a dog. It's a horse.
I hate dogs, Riggs.
I don't get it.
You don't get what? It's a dog. It's a fucking dog.
I don't get, "Close is a lingerie shop without a front window." I don't get it.
Later.
What're you doing?
I can't shoot a dog. People, okay, but not dogs.
I should try to make friends with him.
Make friends?
Now don't run, because he'll only chase you down and kill you.
Here, boy.
Good boy!
Riggs.
You're crazy.
Want some? Do you?
Hungry?
You're a hungry boy.
Doesn't anybody feed you? Come on.
Here's more. Leave some for me.
Very slowly, as if you're not here, just walk away.
You want me to go?
Yeah. This is a guy sort of thing.
Guy sort of thing?
Are you alone?
Stay, stay.
Come on, let's go.
How many is that?
- Fifty-five. - Fifty-five. All right, we got eight more.
We'll get these later. Let's go.
Hi, fellas.
What's in all these boxes?