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(SIRENS BLARING)
This was a newjacket. Damn.
My wife's gonna kill me.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
0h, speak of the devil. Shh.
-Hey, honey. -Hey, love. How's your day going?
0h, pretty good. You know,
just eating donuts and writing parking tickets. How about you?
The uze. Mowing the lawn. Making a roast. Sleeping with the neighbor.
Aw, that sounds like a relaxing day.
Hey, baby, can I call you back later?
Sure, but I may not be available.
l have to swing by the hospital and have this baby.
-Wait, what? -Our boy’s coming out.
You're gonna be a daddy.
(WHOOPING)
(STAMMERING) What do you want me to do?
Breathe, baby.
I'll meet you at the hospital. I love you.
Aw, baby, I love you. too.
(GUNFIRE)
-PARTNER: What the hell you doing? -l'm gonna be a daddy.
I can't go get myself killed.
PARTNER: We can't just let them get away.
Who said anything about letting them get away? Hit the gate.
Damn it, Riggs, come on.
They gotta be 800 yards out.
Riggs, there ain't but three shooters in the whole damn world
can make that shot, and you ain't one of them.
-Hey, Jenkins. -Yeah.
Shut up.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Whoo!
-You got this? -PARTNER: Go. Yeah.
(RIGGS WHOOPING)
Whoa. (SIGHS)
You're gonna be a bronco. Just like yourdaddy.
(CRASHES)
-Detective Riggs. -Yeah?
There's been an accident. You need to go to the first floor.
There's been an accident. You need to go to the ﬁrst floor.
(INAUDIBLE)
(BEEPING)
(EXHALES SLOWLY)
(BEEPING STOPS)
-Honey, are you nervous? -Hmm.
Please. I've been a cop for 22 years.
I’m just excited about getting back to work. that's all.
Roger.
-You know, you don't have to go back. -(STAMMERS) What do you mean by this?
I'm just saying.
-We do all right. -No, you do all right.
Roger, it isn't about the money.
And the alternative is what?
Stay home.
Get fat.
Play golf.
-l'm already chubby. -Shut up. (LAUGHS)
I hate golf.
-And our kids will be home, right? -Yes.
Okay, then I really need to get back to work.
(BOTH LAUGH)
You know how the doctor said I should avoid stress?
Well...
-A great way to relieve stress is, um... -Mmm-hmm.
-Really? Oh. -Yeah. It's not for me.
l'll receive zero pleasure. It's actually for medicinal purposes.
-(LAUGHS) It's for medicinal purposes? Mm. -Yeah. Mmm-hmm.
Technically it was my 50th, like, two weeks ago.
And in some cultures, it's actually, like, customary
-for the wife-- -(LAUGHS) Just stop.
This isn't about stress. And this isn't about your birthday.
This is about my husband going back to work.
To keep our city safe.
-Yes. -Don't fist pump.
-l'm sorry. -No, don't do that. (LAUGHS)
(BABY CRYING OVER MONITOR)
-lt's okay. It's okay, let her cry. -Roger, stop it.
-lt's okay. It's good for her lungs. -No, it's not good for her lungs.
She's a singer.
She's cheering for me. She's happy for Roger.
Oh, gosh, honey.
(EXHALES SLOWLY)
Okay, here comes that hot, delicious bacon.
TRISH: Come on, kids. Let's go.
(CHUCKLES)
Hey, Murtaugh. Be safe out there.
Always.
-I love you. -I love you, too.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
Bang.
MAN 1: Lookie here! MAN 2: Murtaughl
-(APPLAUSE) -There he is. Back from the dead.
I was never dead. Remember that.
Hey, old man? Got a sec?
MURTAUGH: Sure, Cap.
MAN: There he is.
CAPTAIN AVE RY: So, you look good.
Death suits you.
Pocket square come with the promotion?
Bought it with the pay raise.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
-Missed you, partner. -Me, too, brother,
Have a seat.
You know, part of me was surprised to see you.
I figured with your wife making a killing
putting criminals back out on the streets--
-Look, we have separate accounts. -Relax.
I can appreciate a dual-income as much as the next guy.
-What... -(SEAT SQUEAKING)
This is the most uncomfortable chair I've ever sat in.
-lt's very expensive. Don't break it. -(LAUGHS)
Well, since I have you back, I got you a new partner.
He's a lateral transfer from Texas. Worked homicide and vice.
Name's Martin Riggs. Also a Navy SEAL war hero.
Look, it's my first day back.
I don't want to have to babysit some adrenaline junkie with PTSD.
Just show him around.
This came from the city attorney personally.
We got a bank robbery downtown. With hostages.
Hey, welcome back, Murtaugh.
Thought you were dead.
Not yet.
-MAN: Get down on the ground now! -(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
MURTAUGH: Adrian, what's up?
Three armed suspects inside. About 20 hostages.
They beat up a security guard pretty bad.
Anybody talk to them yet?
They screamed something about wanting a helicopter.
Yeah, good luck with that. Let me get you--
You should probably move in now
while you still got the element of surprise.
-Excuse me. -Look, I'm not trying to tell you
how to do yourjob, all right?
I'm just saying it's not exactly Ocean's Eleven.
Hey, could you get this guy out of here?
-Sorry, I-- -(GUNFIRE)
-Where's our chopper? -(WOMAN SHRIEKING)
Okay, we got shots fired.
Set up mobile command around the block. Let's go.
All right, Murtaugh. First day back, baby.
-(BEEPING) -All right.
(HUFFING)
Hey, we got a civilian walking towards the bank. Someone stop him.
He's not a civilian. He's a cop. A new guy named Riggs or something.
Martin Riggs?
OFFICER: Yeah, how'd you know?
(WOMAN SHRIEKS)
MAN: Keep your head down. Get down.
Get down now!
-RIGGS: Hello, bad guys. -(GRUNTS)
MAN: Who the hell is that?
I brought some gifts.
Look, I wasn't sure what everyone likes so I brought an assortment.
I've got like pepperoni here--
MAN: We don't want any damn pizza!
We want a chopper!
Look, I'm new to the area.
Uh, but it seems like you picked a pretty busy intersection for that.
I'm not sure where you'd set a chopper down.
Is this funny to you?
No, not at all.
ljust... lthink you guys are in over your head.
I mean, look, these guys out here, they're never gonna take you seriously.
Unless...
Unless what?
You off someone.
-BABCOCK: Who is this lunatic? -Murtaugh's new partner.
-You teach him that? -I just met that man, okay?
This kind of crazy takes years to develop.
-What is going on in there? -Hey, Doc.
Murtaugh's new partnerjust told them to kill a hostage.
And it can't just be anyone. They can't be old or unattractive.
And to be frank, and I hate saying this,
but white's better.
I'm sorry. It's true though, right? More publicity.
Maybe we should just off you?
RIGGS: Ooh! Otfing a cop. Now that would definitely get their attention.
Although, I don't think you guys have the sack for that.
Oh, yeah?
Either we get out of here alive, or nobody does!
What the hell is he thinking?
He's gonna get himself killed.
I think I left some side salads outside. I'm gonna get--
-Get your ass down! -Get down!
Get down!
Ready to make entry. Awaiting your command, sir.
Okay, we're gonna do this.
I'm gonna need you to do me a favor, okay?
Don't miss.
-Okay, let's go. -Entry teams to final cover positions.
One.
-Two. -Move, move, move. Move it up.
Three.
Shots fired! Shots fired! Shots tired!
(MAN GROANS)
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
All right. Let's go, let's go, let's go.
They got a bomb!
What the hell are you doing?
Martin Riggs.
We're gonna make a great team.
Three tOLll'S overseas.
Bet you saw some pretty intense stuff?
Well, that's all classified. I wish I could talk about that though.
You know, but also, you never know who's listening.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
Oh, I don't think you're paranoid.
lthink you're in pain.
I'm very familiar with this game.
What you don't talk about can't hurt, right?
But I'm the one who IA is going to ask it you're field ready.
So you're gonna have to.
I'm an open book. What would you like to discuss?
How about your wife?
Next question.
-Okay, but they don't get any easier. -Let's tnl.
Do you want to die?
MURTAUGH: The man wants to die!
Which is fine. His business.
But if it was up to me, I'd look him in a padded white room.
But that's not my area of expertise.
What is my domain is sustaining the life of one Roger Maytield Murtaugh!
-(BEEPING) -Calm down. That thing's gonna explode.
IA is investigating.
But he'll probably be cleared
since the shots were fired from the suspect's weapon.
You're not seriously considering putting that man back in the field?
It came from upstairs.
-Someone's protecting this guy. -Who?
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
We got a DOA in Griffith Park.
Want to give me a ride? I don't really know my way around.
Sure, Murtaugh can give you a ride.
Is the DOA dead?
Dead on arrival. Does it mean something different here?
ljust want to make sure there's no one else left foryou to kill.
Just you and me. Besides, IA confiscated my weapon
until I'm cleared for the bank. So, ifwe gotta kill somebody,
it's on you, big guy.
Scorsese, tell us what's going on?
-Huh. Any relation? -I went to film school.
Wrote a script so these geniuses all call me Scorsese.
-Super creative. -Walk us through it, Herr Director.
(LAUGHS)
SCORSESE: Name is Ramon Alvarez.
Gunshot wound to the right temple. Appears self-inflicted.
Residue on his right hand consistent with the .22 found by his side.
Looks like suicide.
-He served. -SCORSESE: Yeah.
Tags say SEAL. '06 through '1 1.
He also has scarring on his wrists.
Might not have been his first attempt.
MURTAUGH: Hmm.
Okay. Well, I think we have a pretty clear picture of what happened.
I'll go fill out some paperwork.
RIGGS: How'd he get here?
No car. No bike. No bus stop.
MURTAUGH: Maybe he walked?
RIGGS: He's got silt on the bottom of his boots.
If he had walked, it would have come off.
-There’s none of that around here. -Maybe he ubered.
RIGGS: To kill himself?
Come on, seems like a pain in the ass, don't you think?
When you could just go "bang" at home.
I wouldn't know.
Lucky you.
Take the body to the morgue.
Push his autopsy to the front of the line.
Hey, hey, what are you doing?
This man served his country.
We'll give him a proper investigation.
(SNIFFLING)
We are very sorry about your loss, Mrs. Alvarez.
He didn't do this.
Do you understand me?
Ma'am, we're exploring all possibilities. That's why we're here.
We noticed some scarring on your husband's wrist.
That was along time ago.
When he ﬁrst got home from the war.
One day I came home early from work
and I found him in the tub.
(SIGHS) But then everything changed.
How so?
He found this new job working security down at the Port of LA.
He was exercising,
he stopped taking this antianxiety medicine, Klonopin.
I think he felt like a soldier again.
Mrs. Alvarez, were you guys going somewhere?
(SIGHS)
Yeah, Ramon wanted us to start over.
He found us a big house in Arizona.
When were you leaving?
Next week.
Thank you for your time, Mrs. Alvarez.
Letty, huh?
This your dad's?
You guys play?
We'd play catch sometimes.
Always seemed to make him happy.
I certainly understand killing yourself once you've moved to Arizona.
Seems a little aggressive to do it the week before, no?
If you were gonna kill yourself, how would you do it?
Hypothetically.
Pills seem nice, you know, drift off, fall asleep.
Then, of course, some idiot pumps your stomach,
you wake up, you're in the hospital,
you gotta go to work the next day, everybody knows about it.
That's humiliating.
l have heard really nice things about drowning though.
No, no, no.
If you were going to shoot yourself,
how would you do it?
May I?
Come on, I'm not gonna do it here, I promise.
First, I swing by Home Depot.
Pick up a nice polyethylene plastic sheet.
Lay it out nice and neat so as not to make a mess.
Then I'd take my final last shot of Jonathan Daniels.
Leave instructions for my interment and a $6,500 check for burial costs,
Actually, things are more expensive out here, I might need to look into that.
My point was...
You'd use your dominant hand.
So why would Alvarez shoot himself with his right hand if he was lefty?
Maybe he didn't.
A guy wants to get out of town in a week,
he's either really excited to get somewhere--
Or he's trying to get away from someone.
Come on.
Where are we going?
To find out how a guy who works security can afford a big house in Arizona.
Hey, hey, hey, what the hell are you doing?
-You can't park here. -MURTAUGH: Detective Murtaugh.
Tight security today?
Sorry. We got the Grand Prix circuit in town.
Been kind of a zoo around here.
Daryl Hennicky. I run the patrol for the docks.
Wait a minute, isn't that Customs' job?
Yeah, we just babysit the containers till they process them.
-And what did Ramon Alvarez do here? -DARYL: Basic foot patrol.
Didn't know him very well. He was a good worker.
Showed up on time.
His patrol was right over there. A warehouse belonging to an importer.
Do you mind?
No, go for it.
-(MURTAUGH WHISTLES) -(SAWING)
-(ENGINE REWING) -(T|RES SCREECHING)
-Can I help you gentlemen? -MURTAUGH: Yeah, LAPD,
We're here to inform you that one of your co-workers,
Mr. Ramon Alvarez, just passed away.
He was a rent-a-cop. Not a co-worker.
But I heard he had a young son.
It's a tragedy.
What about him? He a co-worker?
-He's an employee. Why? -I dig his ink.
Recognize it from Texas. Real big in the Juarez drug dealer set.
-You know, maybe I should go say hi. -Go say hi.
I'm gonna go talk to him. Maybe we know some of the same people.
Hey, I haven'tgiven police permission to question my employees.
Hey, hold on, chico.
You don't want us coming back here with warrants
and looking through all your cargo.
Hey. Amigo.
Look, I want to talk to you about Ramon Alvarez.
Hey, look, I know you didn't kill him.
If you did, he wouldn't have a head, right?
No habla lngles?
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(GRUNTING)
-Let him go! Now! -lt's okay, guys.
I'm a cop.
Nothing?
Look, I don't have a badge or gun or anything.
I had disciplinary issues.
Fine.
(GRUNTING)
What kind of credit would I need for that?
I'm about a 528.
Hey, Rog. Rog, bad guy. Go. Go!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Come on, come on! Let's go, let's go!
(SIREN WAILING)
-Go, go, go! -What did he do?
I asked him about Alvarez, he took a swing at me.
Hardly incriminating. I've wanted to take swings at you.
(BEEPING)
Would you please go faster? Are you okay?
MURTAUGH: Yeah. I'm ﬁne.
Look, put it in cruise control and let me drive--
Get off of me! Get your hands off of me!
-Don'tgrab me. -Get your seat belt on.
Go!
Go, go, go!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Where the hell are we?
I don't know. They're going a whole lot faster than we are.
This is the Grand Prix.
Riggs, you mother...
Go, go, go!
There he is. Come on, get up. Get up close.
-Get me closer, get me closer. -What are you doing?
-Get your hand off the wheel. Are you-- -Gun!
(BEEPING)
-Would you please get me closer? -I'm getting you closer. Just be...
-That's not smart! What are you doing? (TIRES SCREECHING)
-(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
(GROANING)
-(CHUCKLING) -Hey, you all right?
Yeah. lthink so.
Bad guy getting away.
-LAPD, put your hands in the air. (SIGHS)
-Do it now, don't-- -(BUS HORN BLARING)
Huh.
(PANTING)
What?
Ididn't kill him.
(GROANING)
(PANTING)
The Grand Prix is a disaster zone.
Thousands of dollars' worth of damages,
not to mention a bus driver I may have to charge with manslaughter.
What the hell did this guy do?
-He had a tattoo. -Mmm-hmm.
Tell him. Tell him what the tattoo--
He had a skull tattoo on the side of his neck
which I associated with a cartel in Juarez.
Right, so he questioned him and the guy fled.
So we pursued at a safe distance.
-And then he pulled a gun. -Yeah, he pulled a gun.
-He pulled a gun-- -Stop. Stop!
What were you two doing at the port in the first place?
That's where Ramon Alvarez worked. The DOA from the bluff.
-I thought that was a suicide. -Yeah, but he had silt on his shoe.
Exactly, and he tried to shoot himself with his non-dominant hand.
And he was a SEAL. We have to protect him because--
Stop! Enough!
Dirt on his shoe,
non-dominant hand and Arizona, that's what we have?
When you say it like that it doesn't--
Fairenough. I'll put someone else on this.
Per your request, Murtaugh,
starting tomorrow, both of you are reassigned.
Good luck with your new partner.
RIGGS: (SIGHS) Maybe it's for the best.
MURTAUGH: How's that?
RIGGS: lmean, we would have made a terrible team.
Hey, look, nothing personal.
I'm just at a place in my life where
-I don't want to be the cowboy anymore. (SCOFFS)
Whatever gets you through the night.
(STAMMERS) Hey, what does that mean?
Come on, we were both there. I saw you.
You were scared, all right? You don't want to die.
No.
I don't want to die. Unlike you.
Who tries to accomplish that every second of the day.
Understand lam not trying tojudge you. lget It.
Something happened to you, man, and you snapped.
You wanna kill yourself? Go home, put the little sheet down and get it done.
But don't you dare judge me for wanting to stay alive.
(CHUCKLES)
Okay, Roger.
I still think you shouldn't be out there though.
Look, there's plenty of good people in this world that aren't cops.
Go be one of them.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
I've seen a lot of guys who are a little nuts before.
First ones through the door.
But this dude is in a class by himself. It's as if he's trying to die.
And then has the temerity to wannajudge me.
Baby, calm down.
You are the bravest man I know.
Now,
I hope this isn't a ploy to revisit our earlier conversation.
Your belated birthday present.
-The barbecue smoker? -No. (LAUGHS)
No.
Your stress-relieving gift.
Oh, yes. The... Yeah.
-I am still very interested. Yes. (LAUGHS) Are you?
Well, you get enough wine in me tonight, and we'll see.
-Mmm. -(DOORBELL RINGS)
TRISH: Can you get that, please?
Don't worry, I'll getit. You keep drinking. Here.
(LAUGHS) Go get the door.
So, uh, lwas at home thinking about bullet entry wounds.
Sounds like a very pleasant evening.
And I was flipping through the Alvarez ﬁle.
Traces of gun powderon his temple.
That means he didn't have the gun pressed against his head.
Seems like a weird way to kill yourself.
Mmm-hmm. And?
So anyway...
Um, you know, I was wondering, you know, maybe...
You know, if you wanted to, we could swing by the, uh, coroner's ofﬁce.
You sure you don't want a cop for that?
Look, maybe I was a little out of line before. All right? I get it.
-You're too old for this-- -Hey, hey, hey. No.
I'm just as sharp as I've always been.
TRISH: Baby, who is it?
(STAMMERS) Uh, it's no one.
-Just, um... -Hi, Martin Riggs.
The guy that almost got your husband killed.
-l'm sure you've heard a lot about me. -Not a word.
We're about to have dinner, would you like to come in--
-No, he can't. He can't. -Yeah, and I ate, like, aweek ago.
-I mean, it smells great but-- (LAUGHS) Oh, it tastes even better.
Oh, okay.
My dad says you were in the war.
-See any action? -(SCOFFS) Such a nerd.
Yeah, a little.
You know, I'm thinking about enlisting, too.
-No, you're not. -RJ: I want a real life experience.
What am I gonna learn at Princeton
that I couldn't learn from the Internet?
What it feels like to touch alive girl?
(LAUGHS)
I think you should enlist.
Hell, I think there should be a draft.
But, I suppose it all depends on the life experience you’re after.
If you want to see your best friend's head get blown off, it's ideal.
But, if you're just trying to piss off your parents,
hitchhiking through Thailand. That'd be a little bit better.
See, Morn, that's exactly what I'm talking about. Experience.
No, stop, we're not talking about that.
What? What's going on?
I don't like being out of the loop. What's happening?
-I had a teeny bit of weed. -(EXCLAIMS) What?
-And now Mom is losing her stuff. -Watch it. Watch it.
I'm really impressed with the weed out here.
I mean, it's incredible. You know, as far as I can tell,
it's really the only perk to living in California.
l have massive, you know, psychological issues.
So, of course, I would never, uh, suggest that for a child.
What I would suggest, though,
is maybe your old man take a little hit off the tree.
You know what I mean? Little bald-headed Coolio gets loose.
-lt's true. -That's funny. Huh?
-(LAUGHTER) -I like being tight. It keeps me alive.
Well, we can tell. Yeah.
So, Martin, do you have any kids?
Uh, no. Um...
It wasn't really in the cards, you know.
Mmm. But you're married.
Not anymore. Not anymore. No.
MURTAUGH: Imagine that.
Let me guess.
You had an affairwith your gun. (LAUGHS)
Nobody's laughing.
She passed away.
I'm sorry, Martin.
It's life, right? Never ceases to surprise.
(BABY CRYING)
It's the baby. I'll get the baby.
(TOY SQUEAKING)
(BABY COOING) -(MURTAUGH LAUGHS)
MURTAUGH: What are you doing?
(PLAYFULLY GRUNTING)
Nice family you got.
Yeah. They keep us on our toes.
And up all night.
-Yeah, I noticed the slight-- -The slight age difference. Yeah.
What do you want? It wasn't part of the plan.
Trish was 42, the kids were out.
Nine months later, this one comes out.
She goes, "Boom, I'm here.
"You can't deny me."
(BABY LAUGHS)
(MURTAUGH LAUGHS)
And I have a heart attack in the delivery room.
You were in the right place.
Anywhere else, they say I wouldn't have made it.
(BABY COOING)
I'm sorry about your wife.
I didn't know.
I know. I just wanted to embarrass you a little.
Well, for the future, I do a pretty good job of that myself.
Ain't that right, baby?
Hmm? Ain't that right, baby?
She was a good one.
Gave me something to live for, you know.
(BABY COOING)
Hey, you ever hold one of these before?
Oh, no, I haven't washed my hands in a long time.
I'll be right back.
Where you going?
To get my keys.
The case isn't being reassigned till tomorrow.
That means we got tonight to solve it.
-You find anything unusual? -A few things.
See that?
Notes of stippling or gun powder around the entry wound.
Suggests the gun wasn't directly against his head when it was fired.
-Have you ever seen a suicide like that? -Nope.
Also, the tox report says he had 40 milligrams of Klonopin in his system.
Enough to kill him if the bullet didn't get there first.
Didn't his wife say he was off of that drug?
So someone had to know the meds he was on so it didn‘t look like he'd been doped.
-l'll check his medical records. -All right, I'm gonna go talk to his wife.
-Hey, Riggs. -Yeah?
You're right. We'd have made a terrible team.
Oh, yeah. The worst.
-Yes. -Mrs. Alvarez. Detective Riggs.
Quick question. Who would have known what medications your--
You have to leave.
Yes, ma'am. I understand. It's late. Is there a time--
Just go. Please.
(SWITCH CLICKS)
(SIREN BLARING IN DISTANCE)
(PANTING)
Shh.
You're being watched, aren't you?
Shh.
What happened?
They took my son.
Tell me what happened.
Oscar never came home from school today.
I got a call. They said that...
They said that they had him.
And what, Mrs. Alvarez?
If I ever wanted to see him alive again, Iwould give back what Ramon stole.
What did he steal?
They said drugs, heroin.
But I've neverseen drugs in this house.
Ramon never got high. I searched everywhere.
But I don't know where it is.
Thank you. I'm gonna bring your boy home.
(DOOR OPENS) (GUN CLICKS)
Whoa-ho!
Easy, kemosabe.
I come in peace.
-Charming place you have here. -Thank you.
Did you know that your house is illegally parked?
So why don't you write me a parking ticket.
-What's going on here, Riggs? -Little weapons spring cleaning.
Okay, so we're back to doing that bit
where we don't tell each otherthings, right?
Well, I was raised that when you come to someone's house,
no matter how disgusting it is, you bring something.
Look who I found in Alvarez's military records.
Daryl Hennicky.
Alvarez's boss from the port.
And his commanding officer in Iraq.
He said they barely know one another.
Well, Iguess he lied.
So I'm gonna ask you again.
What the hell is going on here, Riggs?
Someone kidnapped Alvarez's kid.
Told the wife if she doesn't return the heroin that he stole,
they're gonna kill the kid.
Heroin?
Okay, that explains why he was rushing to get out of town.
So, who has the drugs?
(SIGHS)
Hennicky had to know they were smuggling drugs down at the port.
So he hires Alvarez and then he convinces him to steal them.
So, Hennicky kills Alvarez,
-makes it look like a suicide. -Mmm-hmm.
and the cops think he offed himself.
Perfect crime.
So, what's the plan?
Go down there and talk to him.
Tell him lwant the kid back.
Okay, then I'm going with you.
(SIGHS) No, no, no. -Yes, yes, yes.
(SIGHS)
This is the kind of thing I'd prefer to do alone.
You understand?
(SIGHS) -Wow.
All right, you're the boss.
But you can't go running around with that pea-shooter you got there.
All right? So you want the 870 or do you want the Sig?
You gotta pick one of 'em.
Hey, hey!
Get these damn handcuffs off me! Take them off of me!
No, I'm not gonna do that.
Uh, look, there is cold beer in the fridge,
but, yeah, you can't reach that.
Uh, and I gotta take your car. Sorry.
-Riggs! (GUN CLICKS)
(SIGHS)
If you're not gonna do it, I gotta go.
You're a good man, Roger.
And a good cop.
You take care of that family of yours, okay?
(SHOUTS)
(WHISTLING)
(GUNS CLICKING)
(CONTINUES WHISTLING)
Can I help you, Officer?
Yeah, I'm here forthe kid.
-What kid? -Ramon Alvarez's son.
Unless you got other kidnapped children here.
In which case, I'll take them as well.
Look, I get it.
You took the kid because you thought that his dad stole your heroin,
which he did. Which I could care less about all of this.
My only concern is the 12-year-old boy.
So if you let me walk out of here with him,
none of this ever happened.
Orwe can explore option number two.
Which is?
Ooh. Well, that's the one where I kill
as many of you as I can before you take me out.
And then you up your proﬁle from small-time dealer to cop-killer.
Then you spend the rest of your life in prison,
or on the run, or most likely dead.
I'm not saying that it's a great option, but people like choices.
(LAUGHS)
Yeah?
Why don't you put your weapon down and then I'll show you the kid.
God, I love this weapon.
(GUNS CLICK)
All right.
Yourturn.
Hey, buddy.
-You okay? -Yeah.
All right.
-l'm gonna get you home, okay? -Hold it.
If you know where my product is, go get it right now.
(LAUGHS)
(GUN CLICKS)
(MAN SHOUTING)
Roger, what are you doing here?
I came to get these cuffs off me.
Put that BOLO out on Hennicky.
-How am I supposed to explain all of this? (BOTH LAUGH)
We could call it in anonymously and we could run.
-Yeah, right. (GROANS)
(LAUGHING)
(GROANS) You can cancel that BOLO on Hennicky.
Where is he?
Come out and I let the kid live!
Give us a second! Oscar, don’t move!
No more warnings! Now!
Oh...
(PANTING) Riggs, I only have one shot.
Okay.
Here's what we're gonna do.
I'm gonna get up, he's gonna shoot me.
Okay, he's gonna give up his position, and then you shoot him. Okay?
Wait, wait, wait. Are you insane?
He will kill you.
Yeah, and then you kill him.
-Stop! -What?
Look, don't do this. Okay?
Don't do this.
I miss my girl.
It's okay.
Just don't miss.
Don't miss.
Yeah, come on.
Let the kid go.
Uh-huh.
(CLICKING)
(GROANS) -(GUNSHOT)
(G ROANS)
(SCREAMS)
(THUDS)
(PANTING)
Hey. You all rig ht?
(G ROANS) Ow!
No.
I can't believe you shot me!
-Hell, I can't believe it took me so long. -(BOTH LAUGHING)
(SIRENS BLARING IN DISTANCE)
RONNIE: It didn't take you long to make yourself athome in LA.
All right, you can keep the sun, this ain't home.
I know.
Thanks forsmoothing everything out with IA.
Of course.
Hey, Martin,
thank you for bringing her home.
I didn't have a choice.
She's an LA girl.
Always hated Texas.
Couldn't make her stay there for an eternity.
No, Martin.
She would have gone anywhere with you.
(MURTAUGH WHISTLING)
You have five seconds to get your ass in this bed.
Oh, look at you. (LAUGHS)
-You want it, don't you? -Mmm-hmm.
Happy belated birthday present.
Where am I going?
(MOANING) -(DOORBELL RINGS)
Mmm-hmm.
It's okay, it's okay. Don't worry about that.
-Don't worry about it. -Oh, honey, come on.
-Go get the door. -|t's the wind.
-Roger, go get the door, please. -(DOORBELL RINGS)
-Go on. -Damn the door.
What?
Look, I, uh... I never thanked you for saving my life.
Although I'm not sure you meant to shoot me in the foot.
Thank you.
Yeah, well, maybe I'll get another shot at it.
And I'll see you tomorrow, right?
-All right. -All right.
All right. (CLEARS THROAT)
-Hey. -Yeah?
I will see you tomorrow, right?
You're not gonna go home and like... (VOCALIZES GUNSHOT)
No, not tonight.
But you want to.
For real.
Yeah. I do.
But if it makes you feel any better,
I can't do it myself.
And why is that?
'Cause she'd be ashamed of me.
Crazy, right?
It's probably the least crazy thing about you.
Martin, what are you doing out here?
Oh, hejust dropped this off and he was leaving.
We”, did you invite him in? -No, 'cause he's leaving.
No, he did not. Which was quite rude, actually.
-l'm standing out here, obviously I'm-- -Get in here.
You know, your husband's the one that shot me
and he's just gonna leave me standing out here.
TRISH: You didn't tell me that.
No. Get in there.
-I hope I'm not intruding. -Not at all.
Don't worry, honey, 60 is right around the corner.
Sixty?
RIGGS: You guys got anything to eat?
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