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Okay, if this is gonna
be a regular thing,

I think we might need
to get you a bed frame.

- Mm-mm.
- Yeah.

Can't.

No. That's where
all the monsters live.

If I get a bed frame,
they'll climb underneath there.

- - Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

It's your dad again... you sure
you don't want to get it?

No, no, I'll
call him later.

Believe me,
you're a cop...

you hear enough
interrogations as it is.

Protective of
his little girl.

Mm, I can't blame him.

How about your dad?

- My dad?
- Mm-hmm.

What's he like?

Is he a cop, too?
You never talk about him.

My dad was a truck driver.

- Mm.
- Drove all over the country.

Sometimes he'd
let me tag along.

This one time we, uh...
we took a trip out to Vegas

for this arm wrestling
competition, right?

Are you being serious right now?

What?

Your dad's Sylvester
Stallone in Over the Top?

I'm so impressed
that you know that.

Like, your stock
just went up.

- Yes. Thank you.
- Yes.

It's truly an
underrated classic.

- It's an underrated classic.
- Yeah.

Yes. But it's not the truth.

Why are you lying to me?

You know, it's just
you're so close to your dad,

you know, I didn't want
to ruin the moment.

So, truth is...

...my dad passed away
a few years ago.

I'm so sorry. I didn't know.

- Yeah, you should feel like a jerk.
- I feel bad.

- You should feel bad.
- I'm sorry.

I was trying to tell you
a funny little story.

But, Martin,

you have to promise
me one thing.

What's that?

That you'll never
lie to me again.

Promise.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Last call.

Let's go.

Thanks for meeting me, Trish.

Of course, Gene.
I'd forgotten...

there's more attorneys here
than in the courthouse.

Cutting deals
over a lunchtime martini.

You remember
those days.

Oh, gosh. Please don't start
with the whole,

"Trish isn't
a real lawyer anymore."

Hey, there is nothing wrong
with landing yourself

a nice, cushy corporate gig.

Besides, we need
people like you

to help us regular folk
finance campaigns.

- I'm running for mayor.
- Wow.

Mayor Nakahara!

Okay, that has
a nice ring to it.

But what about
City Hall's golden boy?

Isn't he already
the favorite?

- Oh, you mean, uh, Councilman O'Brien?
- Yes.

Trust me, he's not so golden.

Gene?

Oh, my gosh.

This guy's been
calling me all day.

Gene Nakahara!

Hey!

Gene!

Wow, what a coincidence.

Leo Getz.

Why do I get the feeling
this isn't a coincidence?

Still a joker.

Still joking,
after all these years

and our days at
the DA's office.

Mm. Trish!

- My old partner!
- We were never partners, Leo.

Associate.

No.

Gene, wow.

Crazy kismet, because...

confidentially...

I have recently become available

to take on more cases, and...

I was gonna try
to find out what Leo...

can "Getz" for you.

Well, actually, perhaps
another time, Mr. Getz.

Uh, Trish and I
have a, uh,

- personal matter to discuss.
- Sorry, Leo.

You understand, don't you?

Oh, sure. Hey, we don't
need that chair. Uh, sir?

Okay. Uh, give my best
to your husband.

- I will.
- And, uh, Gene, I'm gonna call

your office again and, uh,
set that appointment.

Uh, again.

That's all.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Bob Shapiro?

You old horndog!

Your office said
you were in Hawaii.

What are you doing?

- What you need, Captain?
- O'Brien is

leaving the city council
to run for mayor,

and I'm throwing my hat in
the ring to take his seat.

I will have to resign as captain
before I run, which means

- I'll need your input...
- You want me to be the captain.

...for a list
of potential captains.

My input?

My input is

you should be asking me
to be the captain.

You have made it
abundantly clear

- you don't want to be captain.
- Yeah, that was

before you stuck me
with a lunatic

who every day tries to find
a new way to get us killed.

See, that inspires a man
to look at his choices,

his options,
his ways not to die.

Look, I just thought

you loved being a detective.

I do.

But with you stepping down,
and-and me getting a little...

Older.

...wiser,

I realize that this
might be the moment that

I could prove that I got
what it takes to be captain.

Well, look, you don't, you don't
have to prove that to me.

You want this job,

prove it to yourself.

Okay. I will.

And you know what?
When I'm done,

there's only gonna be
one name on that list:

Roger Mayfield Murtaugh.

That's three names.
But I-I totally get your point.

Come on, honestly...

- Hmm?
- ...don't you miss it,

being in the courtroom,
the competition?

What competition?

Thank you.
Of course I miss it.

What I don't miss is bringing
the cases home with me.

Yeah, I hear you.

I'm on a cartel
case right now,

- really high profile...
- Oh, my gosh, Gene.

Stop bragging.

No, come on,
look who's bragging now.

Listen...

you've got my vote.

Thanks, Trish.

I'm proud of you.
I really am.

I'm at a meter.

Fighting
for truth and justice

- still doesn't pay for much.
- Gene?

What?!

Gene, what are the odds of this?

Oh, this is serendipity.

Hey, you know what...
oh, this is crazy...

we could get our meeting
out of the way

and you could give me a ride.

Sorry, I have
an appointment.

Good luck.

Leo...
- Yeah?

I can't promise you
any casework, but...

I can give you a ride.

No, it's okay.

My car's down the street.

Oh.

Leo, get off.

This is for your own protection.

Baby?

- Hey.
- You all right?

You okay?

We were having lunch,

and I-I turned to say
good-bye, and he...

It's okay, it's okay.
Listen, I could drive you home.

- We'll do the questions later.
- No, Roger.

We both know that
witnesses lose key detail

if you wait too long,

so I... I need
to do this.

Hey.

Hey. You okay?

Mm-hmm.

He... he mentioned a cartel
case he was working on.

Is it possible
they were involved?

It's an IED.

No traceable parts.
I mean,

it's certainly the trademark
of the cartel.

Oh. I don't know

how it's related,
but I found this.

Sure it's not yours,
Glenn Hughes?

Hey, Riggs!

- Get some rest, okay?
- Okay.

I think I know
who this belongs to...

but where'd he go?
Was there another attorney?

You could say that.

Hello...!

Hello!

I requested a Fresca

ten minutes ago.

This is bordering
on cruel and unusual!

Oh, wow, thank God,
friendly faces.

And Captain Avery.

I assume you are here
to apologize

for the unconstitutional
manhandling that I got

- when I was brought in here.
- Mr. Getz, you fled

the scene of a homicide.

So these faces...

- not friendly.
- Murtaugh,

I will admit, I was... briefly

atop your wife,
but it was merely

a protective maneuver.

Protect? What is he
talking about, protective?

We found this comb

at the scene
of the crime.

It's evidence,

Leo.

What were you doing
that close to Gene's car?

I was, um...

uh, his parking meter
had expired.

So I put a quarter in it,
because that's what

- a good person does.
- Or is that

- what stalkers do?
- A stalker?

Me?

You called
his office

every day for
three weeks.

Nine times... yesterday.

I never thought of you as the
car bomb type, but pestering

his office, staking out his
car... it's not a good look.

Even for you, Leo.

Okay, look,
business has been down lately,

so I was out...
selling my talents.

I thought maybe that Gene
could help me,

because we used to work together

before I got fired
from the DA's.

Is that why you happened to bump
into him at the restaurant?

Yes. That's all I could get.

In fact, it took me a month
of romancing

his senior assistant
just to get that meeting.

"Romancing"?

Yeah. If
you got it,

use it.

Look, it didn't
even matter.

Gene canceled
the meeting anyway,

'cause he said he had
to head out to Helendale.

Helendale Prison?
Why? For a case?

That I cannot say.

Because you don't know?

Because I do not know.

- But I will take that Fresca when you get a chance.
- Thanks for wasting our time.

He is really abrasive today.

You were on top of his wife.

It was a protective maneuver!

Hey, Murtaugh.

Got a sec? I found out
the inmate that Gene

was gonna see at Helendale.

It's Riggs' father-in-law.

Ronnie Delgado?

That was smart, keeping it
close to the vest.

- Yeah, I thought we would check in with Avery...
- No.

No.

Let me handle this.

What is that?

What the hell are you doing?

Gene was supposed to visit
Ronnie Delgado

at Helendale today...
Bailey's gonna go

check it out for us.

Not a chance.

Look, if Ronnie's involved, that
means our cartel angle's good.

Right? We have a lot
of catching up to do.

Martin Riggs!

That was not a request.

That's...
I'll see you in the car.

Why's he laughing?

When I make a call
like that, I am speaking

as a senior detective.

And I want you to see me
as an authority, not a friend.

If it's any
consolation, Rog,

I wouldn't listen
to you as either.

Hey, Murtaugh.

You remember me?

Oh. Friend of yours?

Definitely not
in the friend category.

What's up, man?

- Man, get your hands off me.
- Hey, punk.

Emergency response,

report to the yard.
Code one.

Repeat. Emergency response...

We need backup
on the yard now!

Code one.

Back up, back up!

Code one riot.
Code one riot.

Need some help down here.

Back up!
Move! Back up!

Hey, hey!

All inmates on the ground.

You will be shot.
All inmates...

All right.
Let me see, let me see.

You should've let him kill me.

You're not getting off
that easy, Ronnie.

Martin.

I'm glad you came.

No one's visited me since...

That's what happens
when people find out

you work for the cartel.

They don't want to be
around you anymore.

Is that who tried
to kill you out there?

Don't know.

It was all so fast.

Come on, Ronnie.

The guy who shivved you
is covered in cartel tats.

Now, he's not talking,

but I'm guessing he
works for the same fella

that had Gene killed.

Gene?

Nakahara?

Mm-hmm.

And I understand

he was supposed
to come visit you,

but, see, then his car blew up.

Gene called...
but it wasn't about the cartel.

He-he-he wanted
to talk about the past.

Something to do
with the Ojai house.

The Ojai house?

Where we had the wedding?

I'm sorry, Martin...

for everything I've done
to our family.

I'm not your family, Ronnie.

And I wouldn't be here if
it wasn't for the case.

I know you hate me.

You have the right.

But I want you to know

I still think of you as a son.

You shouldn't do that.

Miranda's gone.

Your mother, too.

And your father...

Yeah.

Whatever happened
was bad enough

you never wanted
to talk about it.

And the fact
he's behind bars now...

only makes it worse.

How the hell do you know
about that?

Martin.

It's not your fault.

Did Miranda know?

She was worried.

Answer the question, Ronnie.

Did she know?

I just want to help you.

Well, maybe you shouldn't
have had your daughter killed.

Let me know if I can help...

Thank you for coming
during this terrible time,

and, you know what, you know what,
please take a card. I'd say the best one

is the fax number, actually,
the fax is the best.

Hey.

Trish, Rog.

What a delight.

Are you using
a funeral to network?

Everybody grieves
in their own way.

Murtaugh,
some gentlemen I want you to meet.

I guess Leo's not the only one.

Baby, I'll be right back.

And, hey, no
protective maneuvers.

Gentlemen, this is, uh,
Detective Murtaugh.

- You remember the chief and the commander.
- Hello.

- And this is Councilman...
- Delighted.

- Sean O'Brien.
- Hello. - Captain Avery

tells us you've taken lead
on this investigation.

Yes, yes, I have.

Uh, we're pursuing a cartel
angle, which I believe will...

Why?

- Roger.
- Yes.

- Roger.
- And that's why

we're going to pursue

- every angle...
- Roger.

...uh, possible.

Excuse me.

Hey, what's with the
interpretive dance?

Honey, this-this guy

was at the restaurant yesterday.
He drove off in a Town Car.

Just like he's
doing right now.

Hold on, hold on.

- Oh, I got his license.
- What are you doing?

Oh, okay.

All right, I'm gonna go
run the plates.

Yeah. Remember,
he goes to the top

of the suspects list, hmm?

Look, Leo, you got
to let me do my job.

I got a lot of eyes on me
right now, okay?

- Trish, you know I love your husband.
- Yeah.

But he is not the
sharpest bulb in the shed.

Look, but with our help...

No. No.

- With our help...
- No, Leo.

Roger just asked us

not to interfere
with the case, so no.

Oh, so-so what are we gonna do?
We're gonna wait

for the police to solve it

- when they have some free time?
- Leo, lis... no.

I understand what you're saying,
but no.

Isn't this why we
went to law school?

Isn't this why
we took the bar,

then took the bar again,

so we... that we
could be warriors

of justice, so that we could
fight for the little guy?

But I can see in your eyes
you want to dig into this.

You want to get
your hands dirty.

Hmm? Don't ya? Don't ya?

Okay, Leo.

For Gene.

Justice for Gene.

This man

visited Helendale Prison

a day before
the Delgado attack.

We know his name,

but the bigger question is:

who is Mike Serrano?

- He's a fixer.
- He beat a murder rap a few years ago.

Bailey, don't skip ahead.

Yeah,
I've heard about Serrano.

He cleans up messes
for City Hall types.

Powerful people who
can pull strings.

We're gonna want to tread
lightly with him.

I agree, Captain.

And that's why,
if you look at page four,

you will see our
detailed plan of attack.

Bailey, what are you doing?
I'm in the middle

- of a presentation.
- Murtaugh, look, I'm sorry.

I barely had any time to put
this together, okay?

And what is up with this
authority figure thing?

He's trying to prove that
he belongs on the list.

What list?

The list to be
the next captain.

Can I be on the list?

Captain Bailey...
that's a good idea.

- Hmm? Yeah.
- N-No. No. No.

There is no more room on
the list. I am the list.

Moving on.
Detective Bailey

put out a BOLO on my orders
for Serrano.

It's just a matter
of time before we...

Serrano holds court

at a dumpling place
on North Hill Street.

North Hill Street, okay.

So Riggs and I

will head over there now.

Captain, huh?

I don't know, Rog,
I don't see it.

That's right.

Means you're gonna have
to show me more respect.

Especially when
I say stuff like,

"Let me handle this guy."

Yes, sir.

Hey... Detective Murtaugh, LAPD.

Spring rolls.

- Excuse me?
- Get the spring rolls.

They're best in town.

Well...

...actually, we're here

to ask you questions
about Gene Nakahara.

Then you should order
something to eat, because,

unless you got a warrant,
you're just wasting time,

so why not do it
on a full stomach?

Yeah. You got a point.
I could eat.

Yeah?

All right, let's see here.

Okay, what do we have...?

Ooh, they got that
moo shu chicken you like.

- To die for.
- You love that.

You know what, though?

You know what
I don't see on here?

I don't see any car bombs,

and I don't see
any prison shankings.

Wh-Where do I order that?

Is that, is that,
is that off-menu?

I don't know what
you're implying.

I'm a licensed PI.

I simply procure information
for my clients.

Hmm. I like to commandeer
my information,

you know, but that's just me.
It's a preference thing.

So, all right, there.
I'm a paying customer.

I would like to know who hired
you to kill Gene Nakahara.

I'm guessing it's the same guy

that ordered the hit
on Ronnie Delgado.

I had a client
named Delgado once.

Look, Rog. Must be the scumbag

who did all of Ronnie's
dirty work.

Not Ronnie,

his daughter Miranda.

Thought I
recognized you, Martin.

Miranda didn't come see you,
no chance.

She sat in this very booth.

Asked for a deep dive.

Think she was worried
you were hiding something.

All right, hey, Riggs.
Let's go get that warrant.

Turns out, you were.

Weren't you, Martin?

I know all about
your rough childhood,

family history.

It's funny,

you turned out
to be a cop,

and your skinhead dad's
behind bars, huh?

No!

Come on, Riggs.

Let's take a walk.

It's a shame what happened to her.

But it was only a matter of time

before your demons
caught up with you.

Hey, Riggs, no, no.

No.

You might want to get
these guys in some water.

How we doing there, princess?

Which color
do you think is best?

Oh, I think my skills

are best suited for, you know,
designing, like, a...

signature cocktail.

I'm sending out
the invites tomorrow.

You sure you don't want
to add anyone else?

Any family?

No. I don't really...

I don't really keep
in contact with any family

from back home, you know?

What about your dad?

What about him?

Sorry, I just, I just
thought maybe you could, um,

say something in honor of him,
but if it's too painful,

- you don't have to.
- You...

are the sweetest,
sweetest lady.

But my pops wasn't
very sentimental, so...

he wouldn't care.

I like that one.

- That one.
- That one.

That one.

Ooh, Rog.

Easy, kemosabe.

I was calling you, Riggs.

Is this about what,
uh, Serrano said?

You know, you can't listen

to that stuff, man.

No, it's true.

And I lied to Miranda,
and she knew the whole time.

She knew what?

What'd you lie about?

Everything.

She gave me a chance
to come clean,

I didn't take it.

Mm, if I had my guess,

I'd say you didn't want her
wrapped up in your darkness.

That you were

protecting her.

Well, that's what I tell myself.

But I was still living
a lie, wasn't I?

She still married you,
didn't she?

I mean, she loved you.

'Cause, believe me,

if I knew half of what
I know about you now,

I would've run for the hills.

Well, Rog,

I know you didn't drive
all the way down here

just to give me a pick-me-up.

- So, uh...
- I did.

I actually came to pick you up

and take you on a stakeout
for Serrano.

See who he's working for.

I... You got to
help me out here.

I thought our... my current
captain told my future captain

to stay away from this guy.

Your future captain considered
it more of a... a request.

Mm, good precedent.

All right, I'm in.

All right, um...

As my future captain, uh,
I should, I should inform you

that I'm in no condition
to drive.

You know one day I'm gonna
have to fire you, right?

No, no, that goes
without saying.

Oh, wow.

Look at young Leo Getz.

Idealistic, ready to
fight for the poor,

the marginalized,

those who have been
recently injured

in a slip and fall
at the workplace.

Look how skinny
my mustache was.

Leo, we are supposed
to be looking

- for clues why Gene was killed.
- Yes, of course.

But when Gretchen gave
us Gene's case files,

I did not know that
she was gonna give us

all of Gene's case files.

Yeah, she was
very accommodating.

Mm-hmm.

I think she
likes you, Leo.

- But isn't she...
- Filipina?

Seventy.

Oh, yeah, big time.

- Yeah.
- And change.

Well, the heart wants
what the heart wants.

Well, speaking of, there she is.

Young Monica Jones.

If it weren't for her, I could
probably be the DA right now

instead of banned from
the City Hall cafeteria.

I did not know they had
security cameras, but they do.

Yup, she stole my job

shortly after
she stole O'Brien's heart.

What are you talking about?

Well, a month after she
showed up at the DA's office,

I was given my walking papers.

I always assumed
it was because

she was having an affair
with our golden boy, O'Brien.

Might not have been
the only one, too.

Give me that.

Leo, this isn't a case file.

This is opposition research.

Gene was digging up
dirt on O'Brien.

- Do you know where this Monica Jones is now?
- No.

All I heard is
that she moved on

to greener pastures
shortly after I left.

What if you're right?

What if Gene found out
about the affair,

and O'Brien tried
to silence him?

Yeah, except I don't think it's
enough to get Gene murdered.

Maybe.

Only one way to find out.

We get Roger to bring him in.

Or we can save him
a little time

and go down
to O'Brien's campaign office

and ask him ourselves.

I have one more suggestion.

Toilet paper. That sandpaper
we got back at the office...

it's just bad for morale.

All right? We need something
that's, you know, soft but firm.

Also, great qualities
for a captain.

I will take it
under consideration.

You know, Rog,

this whole captain thing...

it's gonna work
out good for us.

Hey, look.
It's Serrano.

He's meeting
with O'Brien.

Hey!

This is not what it looks like.

You're not sneaking around
behind my back with my wife?

Then it's exactly
what it looks like.

It's wrong. See, we were
following the suspect.

Oh, my gosh.

But I can't
account for the people

who were at fault.

Okay.

Gene was looking into O'Brien.

- We went there to question him.
- Question!

You know, that sounds like
something a detective does.

Okay, stop!

Stop!

Before you crashed
into each other,

the four of you saw Serrano
have a meeting with O'Brien.

Is there anything else?

We know Serrano's
good for Gene's murder.

- Mm-hmm.
- We just don't know who hired him.

And everything we know...

Councilman O'Brien has
to do with it.

And we... this part of the team...
have photographic evidence.

Evidence of what?

An affair.

An affair?

But no evidence
on the homicide

we are currently
investigating?

That's Delgado's house
up in Ojai.

What's he got to do
with O'Brien?

I don't know.

Hey, Riggs, why don't we do that together?

That's our...
that was my evidence.

That is my evidence.

Everyone... go home.

Fine.

Captain Avery,

I think now is a good time
to tell you that I am suing

the LAPD for
damages.

And sexual distress.

Out.

It's worth a shot.

Ronnie, what was O'Brien

- doing at the Ojai house?
- Oh.

I would let him go up there,
prep cases.

What happened
up there, Ronnie?

Why was Gene looking
into the past?

You and Miranda were married
under this tree.

Remember?

Oh, hey.

Ronnie, why did you send Miranda
to Serrano?

It was what she wanted.

But when she found out
you had lied...

...she didn't know what
to do... and I told her

it was because you didn't want
anyone to know the truth.

I know a little something

about shame.

So, what... she came to you, and
you talked her into marrying me?

No.

That was her own decision.

She loved you, Martin.

You jeopardized the entire case

by palling around with Leo.
Not to mention,

you put yourself in harm's way
for no good reason.

I got carried away. I did.

Truth is,

it's been a long time

since I worked on something
this important to me.

And I thought maybe
if I did it...

You'd stop the voice
in your head saying "What if?"

Yeah, I hear it, too.

That's what this whole
captain thing is all about.

Uh...

What? What...

What?

What...?

- Trish!
- Leo.

- What are you...?
- I cracked it!

What the hell
are you doing here, Leo?

Roger, keep your voice...

You woke up Harper!

Leo, it is 2:00
in the morning.

I had to talk to you right away!

Well, why didn't
you just ring

the doorbell
like a normal person?

At this hour?

Get to the front door.

Let me take you on a journey.

A journey of murder,

betrayal, sex,

murder.

Is that Harper's
art easel?

It's a visual aid, and honestly,
the artwork that was left on it

was no better than an
eight-year-old's, so...

She's three.

So, point taken. Okay.

Moving on.

Trish,

you asked me where
Monica Jones was.

I did not know...
because no one does.

Because O'Brien wasn't
covering up an affair.

He was covering up...

a murder.

No. Sorry.

Monica left L.A.
shortly after she was promoted,

but not for greener pastures.

To visit her
family in Wichita.

She bought a ticket
on October 17,

but according to the Wichita PD,
she never arrived.

In fact...

Monica Jones...

was never seen or
heard from again.

And Gene was killed trying
to figure out the truth.

Roger, we figured it out.

I'm gonna call Riggs.

Riggs,

Serrano was spotted
heading up to Ojai.

I'm on my way up there, but
you keep your eye out for him.

Well,

it appears
as if I've dug my own grave.

All right.

October 2008,
Monica Jones disappeared.

Her relatives in Wichita
were expecting her

from Los Angeles,
but she never showed up.

The authorities in Wichita
contacted our DA office,

who said that they
were looking into it, but...

they weren't.

They weren't.

Because it was buried
by Councilman...

- Councilman O'Brien.
- You're good.

- He's very good.
- No, he's walking

into my office.

Captain,

I hear two
of your detectives

were staked out
in front of my campaign office.

Councilman O'Brien, I believe
you know Trish Murtaugh.

Councilman, when was the
last time you saw Monica Jones?

Monica. I-I don't...

When we worked together

in '09.

Or was it '08?

And was it at
your love nest

in Ojai?

Captain, we're gonna
have a problem if you...

Councilman, answer the question.

I want to speak to an attorney.

Still upset about the fish, huh?

This job
isn't always easy.

But getting rid of you,

you did all the
hard work for me.

A widowed cop

with suicidal tendencies returns
to the site of his wedding

to hang from the very tree
where he once said "I do."

It is quite poetic.

Thanks.

Any last words?

A last meal would be nice.

Um, you know what
I've been dying to try?

Those spring rolls
you mentioned.

Was it everything
you wanted it to be?

What's that?

What?

There was a moment back there
where I, um...

almost got cold feet.

So what changed your mind?

I...

tried to imagine my life
without you,

and...

...it was impossible.

Here I come, buddy.

Go.

Want to bury him alive?

Anything to shut him up.

Autopsy says Monica Jones died
of blunt force trauma.

O'Brien claims
it was an accident.

So we're gonna put City Hall's
golden boy behind bars?

That's a hell of a way
to start a campaign.

Hell of a way to end one, too.

So I guess
that, uh,

captain slot
won't be opening up, huh?

Not for the moment.

It's too bad, too.

I was grooming someone who was
gonna be a hell of a captain.

What am I doing here, Leo?

Okay, Trish,

I feel like you and I have
never been closer. Hmm?

And so I don't feel that awkward
asking you for a tiny favor.

Do you see who that is?

- See who that is over there?
- Mm.

You know very well
that is Dan Reiser.

He is the number one
most litigious

workplace injury attorney
in all of Los Angeles.

And...

...he's hiring.

So, here's what I need
you to do. Ready?

- Okay.
- In a minute, you come over and present me with this check.

Okay? As if we've come
to some kind of settlement.

Please? Oh, come on.

Th-Think of this
a-as repayment

for bringing Gene's
killer to justice.

I need this.
I need this.

Yes. Thank you. Yes.

- All right, Leo.
- Mm-hmm.

I'll count to ten.

- Yes. Oh, tw-twelve.
- One, two...

Give me 12, at least.

Dan.

Leopold Getz.

I'm sorry, I don't...

Of cour... Ah.

When Rob Kardashian slipped
on those nachos,

I was the guy...
I represented the nacho...

Excuse me, Mr. Reiser.

- Uh, Mr. Getz...
- I'm-I'm sorry.

Uh, can't you see that we're
in the middle of a meeting?

Wha... Can-can...

What is this?
Let me see that.

What is this?

$300,000?

Wha-What is
this, a joke?

- Well, I...
- Am I funny?

Am I funny to you?
I make you laugh?

I'm like a clown? Huh?

No. You know what this is?

This is an insult.

Come back to me
with a real offer,

or I will see
you in court

posthaste.

Mm-hmm.

Some people
just think

they can nickel-and-dime you.

Know what I'm saying?

Anyway, where were we?

It's funny.

All this time, she was keeping
her own secrets, you know?

So is she off her pedestal?

No.

She knew everything about me...
she still loved me.

Tough to beat that.

What is it?

I just wish I'd have told her.

How would it change things
if she already knew?

Would've given her a chance
to forgive me.

Sounds like she already did,
Riggs.

Maybe now you can work
on forgiving yourself.

I'm sorry I was mad before.

Might have been
a little territorial.

Hmm.

I'm glad I had your help
on all of this.

Wow.

It was nice working
with you, too.

You know what this case
reminded me of?

How good late-night Chinese is?

No.

Of why I became a lawyer
in the first place.

To get justice for those who
cannot get it for themselves.

For Gene.

For Monica.

If you're thinking
about going back,

you know you have my support,
right?

Maybe.

Maybe I'll do some pro bono work
on the side.

As long as you keep Leo out
of it.

Deal.

Uh, excuse me.

Did, uh, you guys move
Mr. Delgado to another room?

I'm sorry,
Mr. Delgado died

from complications
during his surgery.

Are you his family?

Yeah, I am.