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[ALARM BEEPING]

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

[GROANS]

Ah, shit.

[WHIRRING]

Hey, Ann.
I gotta go to work.

KAREN: Hi, it's Karen from
SwimTech. Leave me a message.

Hey, hon.
I was hoping to catch you.

It's my big test day,
so wish me luck.

Okay, love you.

[CAR ALARM BEEPS]

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

Ah, fuck! Ah, fuck.

Oh, God. Ah, fuck.
Mmm, yoga pants.

[ALARM BLARING]

[GUNSHOTS][PEOPLE SCREAMING]

HECTOR: Let's go!

Chacho, let's go! Let's go!

[SIRENS BLARING][CAR ENGINE REVVING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

FEMALE OFFICER: [OVER RADIO]
Suspect's in black Chevy.

MALE OFFICER: We got him.

[SIRENS BLARING][TIRES SCREECHING]

[PEOPLE SHRIEKING]

[GROANING]

Whoa!

[GUNSHOTS]

[GROANING]

Holy shit!What are you stopping for?

What the fuck was that?

PONCH: Put your gun
on the fucking floor.

It's not my fault.
You're the one driving
like a fucking dick.

PONCH:
Oh, so you steady yourself
on the trigger of an M4?

You see those? Those are
the "oh, shit" handles.

That's what
they're there for.

Shut up and drive!

Two options...
Gun on the floor,
or a muzzle in your mouth.

Let's go, Chacho! Drive!There you go!

POLICEMAN: Open fire!

MAN: Son of a whore!

HECTOR: Drive, Chacho!

[TIRES SCREECH]

HECTOR: Let's go!

Let's go.
What are you waiting for?

It's kind of a dick move.What?

It's like Santa shot Rudolph
after all the deliveries,
you know?

[CHUCKLES] You're a funny
motherfucker, Chacho.

That's cold.
That's fucking cold, dude.

Let's go.

You gotta get in the back.

It's supposed
to look like a fare.

Just go!Not like a cabbie...

...with his homie
ridin' in the front.

You gotta get in the back.

Just go.[WHISTLES] Get in the back.

It ain't happenin'.

No? No.

Fuck it.

Tel Aviv, Tel Aviv.

What?

PONCH: [OVER RADIO]
Tel Aviv, Tel Aviv.

Go! Go! Go!

[SIRENS BLARING]

Tel Aviv?
What the fuck is Tel Aviv?

Oh.

Chacho.

No, it's Castillo.

Agent Castillo.

It's a bummer, right?

Look at those guys. Whoa!

I took you on vacation
to the Bahamas with my family.

It was great. I loved it.

You fucking piece of shit!
To the Atlantis!

Yeah, but in '09,
you shot my partner
in a credit union.

His name was Michael Glade.

OFFICER: Hey, keep still.[GRUNTS]

FBI AGENT: Easy. Nobody shoot.

Don't move, Chacho!

[GROANS]

I'm shot! I'm shot!

PONCH: Oh, that felt so good!

Oh, shit! Oh, shit!

I was praying to God,
I was, like...

"Please give me
a reason to shoot you."
And you came through, bro!

What's wrong with you?
You shot your partner!

Oh, there's one last surprise.

I figured you still owe me,

even after the vacation
and everything.

Look at this. Your wife.

Motherfucker!

[GROANING]

I'm gonna kill you, Chacho!

PONCH: I just gave her
the attention you didn't, bro.

You should've cuddled, bro.

HECTOR: Chacho, I'll kill you!

[YELLS AND GROANS]

[GROANS]

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

Here we go.

Get at it, girls! Let's go!

Are you cat fighting?
Come on, girls! [MUTTERING]

Shoot, Kyle! Come on!

Baker, what the hell?

It's a grappling exercise!

I'm so sorry.
Dude, are you okay?

He hit my bad knee.

I've had some trauma,
then I reacted,

and my training took over.

I'm so sorry.What training?

What goddamn training?I don't have any training.

Get off the mat.

Good punch.

[ENGINE REVVING]

[TIRE SCREECHING]

[ALL CHEERING AND APPLAUDING]

None of these aptitude scores

meet even the lowest
standards for graduation.

In fact,
most of the disabled cadets

scored much, much higher.

They did?Even in marksmanship.

Well, I don't doubt that.

Disabled folks are doing
a ton these days.

Look at that Olympic runner
with no legs.

He killed his girlfriend even.

Not that that's
an accomplishment,

but still, it's impressive

in its severity.

And then there is
your physical.

You've had 23 surgeries?

Yeah, I've had feet, ankles,

knees and shoulders.

And I have a titanium
humerus from here to here.
It's pretty cool.

So, how do you feel?

You know,
I feel pretty darn good.

I'm on
a pharmaceutical regimen.

That helps a lot.

Except for when it rains.
Those days are pretty rough.

Oh, I bet.

I don't think
I could live in Seattle.

Jon, why do you wanna be CHP?

Well, okay, truth be told,
my wife wants a separation.

I lost my sponsors
about a year ago

and I've been just wallowing.

And she understandably
has lost her attraction to me.

I can feel it
when I look at her.

Are you okay?
I didn't mean to be a bummer.

It just triggered...
[CLEARS THROAT]

some of my stuff.I'm sorry.

I've got some of the same
issues with my husband Ted.

I'm so sorry to hear that.It's very painful.

This is Karen.
She's a swim instructor.

Whoa! She's very beautiful.

Thank you.
He is really good-looking
and he's handsome.

You are a very lucky man.

Thank you. Thank you.

So, how does CHP
play into it, Jon?

I learned in couples' therapy

that women
often marry their fathers,

and her dad was a cop.

Ah, I get it.Yeah.

You can ride a motorcycle.
I'll give you that.

Yes, ma'am,
like a motherfucker.

Okay. I'mma level with you.

I like you.Thank you.

You have nice eyes.Thank you.

You remind me of my husband.

Thank you.

Tell you what.
Today's your lucky day.

I'm gonna graduate you
on a probationary clause,

which means if you are
not in the top 10%

of your department

for conduct, safety,
and citations,

you're a fucking goner.

You got me?Yes, ma'am, loud and clear.

Don't fuck this up.

[SIREN BLARING]

MALE OFFICER:
Pull to the right.

3-9 to base, we're 7-0-4.

How they gonna force us
off the highway,

then block the fucking exit?

LT? Clear?

Hey, hey, hey.

You think that door's
gonna evaporate

and not kill
that woman right there?

Oh, Dad, what woman?

You're high, right?

It's noon
and you're high already.

Lay off, Dad.

BECKY: No, no, no!

No, no! Please, no!

[SCREAMING, SOBBING]

RAY:
It's gonna be okay, ma'am.

You're gonna be home
with your cats in no time.

REED: Clear!

Oh, shit!

[BECKY SCREAMING]

DISPATCHER:
EAGLE-6, we have an 11-80
at the 210 and Lowell.

EAGLE-6 responding to an 11-80
at 210 and Lowell.

[PANTING] LT.
What's going on?

This ain't the plan.

What are you doin', man?

You and TJ skimmed
200 grand off the last job.

You think I wouldn't notice?

They're on the ramp, TJ.
Two bikes.

Dispatch, this is EAGLE-6.

We have four suspects
on two black motorcycles,

heading eastbound
toward Pennsylvania Ave.

Shots fired! Shots fired!

Let's see how much
your boyfriend loves you.

TJ: Oh, my God.
He's got David.PARISH: Who's David?

RAY: One of you is gonna die.

You choose, thief.

Thief? Fuck does that mean?

RAY: I let you on my crew,

and you're gonna
steal from me?

It's you or David.

TJ! Hey, TJ!

Buckle back in!

Don't jump, TJ!

Don't jump!

PARISH: TJ! TJ!

TJ!

[BODY THUDS][GASPING]

You've got two weeks
to get our money back,

or you die, too.

You understand?

[BARTON GASPING]

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

Clay! You're back already?
That's great.

Let me tell you something.

It's gonna take two surgeries

just so I can
lift my children again,
you fucking asshole.

Whoa! That's a weird way
to thank me

for saving your life,
but you're welcome!

Shooting me was
an act of kindness?Absolutely!

You should allow me
to return the favor.

But Hector's got your gun.
How are you gonna shoot me?

You're a bad partner!You're incompetent!

You're a bad person.You're not even an agent.

Bad agent!Clay, go home.

By the way, you're gonna
want to alternate
between heat and ice.

20 minutes each time Shut up. Let's go.

Get over here.Fucker.

CHP Internal has asked for our
help on that armored car job.

They think some of their own
were involved.

The one
where the pilot jumped?

Yeah, or maybe the copilot
pushed him. They don't know.

How many cops
do they suspect?

PETERSON:
Five. We need to find them.

How much they get?
[WHISTLES]12.6 million.

Truck had just left
Santa Anita

with the cash take
from the Breeders Cup.

You want me to go out
and ask some questions?

No, I want you
to go on the inside.

No shit?

Go undercover
within the department?
That's awesome.

Can you ride a bike?Why a bike?

The bad guys ride bikes.
Can you?

Oh, I dominate anything
with a motor.

Don't get cocky.
I'm serious.

I'm not cocky either.

Give me a snow blower,
step the fuck back.

A weed-whipper?
I own that shit!

Listen, we need to talk about
you shooting Allen

and the photos of Hector's
wife on your phone.

There's gonna be a panel.

Allen's a pussy.
We both know that.

He handed over his weapon
to a detainee.
Why don't you review him?

You need to bury it.

Because he's leading
the investigation out in LA.

He's gonna be your point.

Don't send that clown, please.

You think everybody
since Glade was a clown.

But he is a real clown!

You're acting like
a fucking widow.
Get over it.

Sorry.And how do you explain
the pictures?

I can't help it if someone
sends me unsolicited photos.

How am I gonna stop that?

You had nothing
to do with it?

Aside from being handsome
and symmetrical, no.

So, you're not to blame
for the cock shots

your phone sent to her phone?

Or did your phone take them
while you were asleep?

Because your dick
looked wide awake.

At the time, it seemed like
the more innocent option.

It was less wrong
than actually plowing her.

Good! So you didn't
have sex with her?

Eventually, I did.
That's why I said,
"At the time."

That's the defendant's wife!
The defendant in your case!

I hear you
loud and clear, sir.

I really hope you do.

Because I'd hate to lose
a great agent
over some bullshit.

I think you're a sex addict.

I understand, sir.

Who am I playing?

They got you playing, uh...

You're gonna be
Francis Llewellyn
Poncherello.

That's a fucked up name.
That's a lot of names.

Well, that's too bad because
we already built the bio.

What are we gonna do,
go and change it?

Got it.

PETERSON: Your name is Officer
Francis Llewellyn Poncherello

and you're transferring
from CHP in Redding.

Captain Lindel
will be the only person
that knows you're FBI.

She put you with a rookie
named Jon Baker.

And he won't know shit
about shit,

so you'll be able to
drag him around

without him
getting suspicious.

And stay away from that
hot ass out there in LA.

What's your job?

PONCH:
Find the five dirty cops.

PETERSON:
That's right. Blend in.

Hey!

What's up? I'm Jon.

Jon Baker.

Francis, uh, Poncherello.

Oh, you're Poncherello?Yeah.

Awesome. We're partners.Oh, cool.

Let's kick this off
with the real thing.Oh, dude!

Okay.Slow down a little bit.

Sorry.That was a bit much.

If you're homophobic
or whatever, that's cool.

No, no, no. What?

It's not cool
to be homophobic,

but I totally respect
your right to be.

You think I'm homophobic
because I won't embrace a man

in his underpants
that I just met?
Is that your definition?

But your reaction
was really strong.
Borderline violent.

I bet if I were
a hot woman in a bikini,

you'd probably be fine
hugging me, yeah?

Your question is,

"Would I prefer to hug
a hot woman in a bikini

"over a male stranger
in his underpants?"

And my answer to that
will determine whether
or not I'm a homophobe

according to you?

I think you've
oversimplified it,
but yes.

I do.Okay.

Here's my answer...
I'm the senior officer here.

You're the rookie
that doesn't know
his mouth from his asshole,

let alone the definition
of homophobia.

So, from here on out,
you're just gonna
shut the fuck up

and wait patiently for me
to ask all the questions.
Understood?

I got that.

Understood?I understand.

I'm sorry.Better.

You know,
I think I'm a little nervous
'cause it's my first day

and I have a lot
riding on this.Don't worry about it.

I'm trying to salvage
my marriage--

Did I ask you about
your failing marriage?

No.

Just shut up
and suit up, okay?

Okay.

No way. Come on. Jon Baker?
"The Baker"?

What's going on?

Brian Grieves. What the hell
are you doing here?

I'm an officer.

That's my partner,
Francis Poncherello.

What's up, bro?That is awesome!

My cousin competed
against you in freestyle.

I cannot tell you how many
times I've seen you ride.

Like, a billion.Ah!

That's so flattering.
Who was your cousin?

Oh, Reed Junior.

Oh, God.Yeah.

He was amazing.

I wish he would've
stuck with it.

Yeah, me too.

Yeah.Yeah.

Look, man, welcome.

I cannot wait
to work with you.

Oh, man! Do you ride?Fuck yeah!

Oh, we're gonna ride!

Awesome. You too, Poncharrow.

[BOTH GRUNTING]GRIEVES: Buddy!

This is gonna be badass!It means a lot to me.

Hell, yeah.
All right, later.

All right, take care.

ARNAUD: Do you have
a favorite artist?

RAY: I have a favorite size.
Backpack.

We've just the piece
for you.

Piet Mondrian's
Composition No. 7,1941.

20x26 inches.

And if you pay in cash,
it's 14

million.

For this?Mm-hmm.

Is it finished?

Indeed.
You can roll this painting up
and put it in your carry-on.

No matter where you take it
in the world, it's worth 14.

There's no better way
to get cash across the border.

Perfect, I'll take it.

I don't have it,
but I'll get you the 14.

Excellent.

PONCH: Put that away.

You're going to get us
pegged as slap-dicks.
Come on.

JON: No, I got to take notes.

[JON SHUSHING]

Hi.Good morning.

Okay, everybody.

Uh, we have a couple
of new team members

to welcome this morning.

Transferring from
the Redding branch

is Officer Pantera.

It's Poncherello.
Francis Llewyl Poncherello.

CAPTAIN JANE LINDEL:
Hi, Francis.

You can call me Ponch.
Ponch is fine.

Ponch. Much easier.

And correcting me is,
uh, Jon Baker.

Uh, Jon has the distinction of
being the oldest rookie ever.

MAN: Ooh. By nine years.

Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, I actually
have a rookie question,

if you don't
mind me interrupting.

Um, I was told that I have to
land in the top ten percent,

of my department
in citations--

It's a joke.
He was just joking.

Great joke, Jon!

Keep 'em comin'![LAUGHTER]

CAPTAIN JANE LINDEL: Okay,
we're having a problem

with the fire
extinguishers, people.

Do you each have
one in your car?
Show of hands.

Who has a fire extinguisher
in their car,

at this very moment
as we speak?

JON: I gotta say this is
pretty badass, yeah?

Being all suited up
for battle.

While looking
like UPS drivers?

Yeah, that's super cool.
Fuckin' go brown, right?

What, I don't... We don't look
like UPS drivers. Do you...

Hold up a second.

Yeah?ROTH: It's Roth.

You find out
where she works? On Riverside.

AVA: Hey.

Oh, hey! How are you?

Good. How are you?Good.

Is that your Sport 1000
I'm seeing?

Yeah. You know
what that is?Ah...

Just a little bit.

I got
a Paul Smart 1000 myself.

Oh, I love those.
Those are beautiful.So beautiful.

I've been looking
for one of yours
for a while, though.

Car wash in the Valley? Yeah. Happy Hands.

Okay. Send me the address.

If you're interested,
you should ride up

Angeles Crest with us
to Newcomb's Ranch.

Beautiful ride,
ton of Ducatis.

Um...

God, I'm so flattered 'cause
you're crazy attractive,

but I'm trying to repair
my marriage right now.

Oh, my God. Really?What?

First of all,
you're old as fuck.

Second of all,
no one wants to hear about
your marriage troubles. Okay?

So, maybe you just
want to get over yourself
a little bit?

[STAMMERING]

Good work.I wasn't... [GROANS]

No, you're just blending
right in. It's perfect.

I just hope he's not like
a crazy stalker or something.

You know?
I mean, he knew I had cats.

Crazy.

You know, it's probably
a lucky guess or something.

Hmm...
Did you hear any names?

LT. What's going on?

Yeah, someone
called him "LT."

How about the pilot?
Did he seem to fall,
or was he pushed out?

No, I just saw him land.

Oh, no, no,
don't go back there.
No, no, no, it's fine.

You know what? Nobody's going
to get away with this.

I promise, okay?

Is your friend
ticketing me?

One down.PONCH: Hey!

Jon. What are you doing?

What am I doing?What is this shit?

No, no, no. Hey, this car
doesn't have plates.

No, because it's brand new.
Can you not see
it's brand new?

Listen, I've got to
write some tickets,

or I'm going to
blow my probation,
and I'm going to get canned.

But you got to use your brain.
They just bought this car.

We're up! We're up!
No seatbelt. Red Ford!

No! We're not up!
You're getting ticket-happy!

It's just a seatbelt.

No!Mount up.

No! Stay right here!

Jesus Christ.

[WHISTLES]

Ponch.

Is your partner okay?

He just got assigned to me,
you know?

Right.You transfer
from Redding?

Yeah! Ponch.

Ray.Nice to meet you.

You must know Bob Lynn?

Of course. Asian Bob.
Everybody knows Bob.

"Asian Bob"?Yeah.

Thought he was like,
English or Scottish
or something.

Oh, you're talking about
Bob Lynn, L-Y-N-N.

I thought you were talking
about Bob Lin, L-I-N,

who's Asian as hell.

I think he's like
a hundred percent.

But to answer
your question, yes.
I do know white Bob.

Hey, we haven't met.
I'm Gay Terry.

[LAUGHTER]

I'm sorry,
Irish Gay Terry.

That makes sense.
That makes sense.

JON: Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Don't do that! Hey![LAUGHTER]

Okay, this is a prank.

Yeah, I wish it was a prank.

RATHBUN: Buh-bye, Francis!You have to be playin'.

Backing up,
you don't even look?

Everything's gone to shit,
that's how it's gone.

Hey, I need the address
of the pilot that jumped.

And I also need a profile
made for a Bob Lin...

L-I-N for the last name,

and he's got to be
super Asian.

ROTH: Got it.
Bob Lin, super Asian.Okay.

Fuck.[JON GRUNTING]

You got it, bro?

Huh?

All right.

We're the Highway Patrol.

Shouldn't we be patrolling
a highway?

I'm paying my respects
to the widow
of a fallen officer.

It's going to take me
all of two minutes.

Okay, listen, I have one shot
at saving my marriage, okay?

This job is crucial to that.

I couldn't care
less about your wife,

but stay with
the bikes, okay?

And don't ticket anybody.

Okay, and fuck that.
Not a chance.

Excuse me?

I'm not letting
my partner fly solo,

into an unknown environment.[KEYPAD BEEPING]

What you're not
going let me or not

let me do a damn thing.
You're a rookie!

Okay, I respect your rank,

but I am not letting you

enter a domicile
while on duty

without me
at your six o'clock.

It's a nonstarter, Ponch.Christ!

It's unsafe.Fine!

Just keep your mouth shut.

Okay.

Listen, I do need
to warn you, though.

I sometimes get nauseous
in people's homes,

because of the mix of smells,

the pheromones of food
and pets.

You're fuckin' weird, bro.

I don't remember Terrell
ever mentioning a Pueblerro.
Is that Native American?

It's Poncherello.

I don't remember that either.

Yeah, I just wanted to stop by
and give my condolences.

Please don't touch anything
in the salon.

PONCH: I was just so shocked.

You know, like, I mean,
I've known TJ for years,

and I just can't imagine him
jumping out of a helicopter,

and plus,
I've always wondered,

was TJ dealing with
some kind of depression?

Certainly nothing I knew of.
We were very, very happy.

Right. Did he owe
anybody any money?

[CAT PURRING]

JOY: Absolutely not.
He left behind
a savings account.

No debts.

[GROANING]

I think
I'll get some fresh air.

[JON COUGHING]

Sorry about him.

Uh, was he happy
working with Parish?

Like, did they get along?

You know,
I have an appointment
I need to get ready for.

Right. Yeah, me too.
I got to go visit LT.

Who's LT?

Just a mutual friend.

I'm sorry.

[METAL CLATTERING]

Get outta there.

Get outta there, dude!JON: Huh?

Get outta there. Jesus.

I hope you got
closure in there.Closure?

Yeah, because
I almost lost it

when that cat went
face-first into
the litter box. Ugh!

What kind of dude uses
the word "closure"?

What are you,
a therapist?No.

But I've been in couples'
therapy for a year.

And that's what it's called
when you try to resolve
painful feelings.

Isn't that why we're here?

So you could process
the passing of your friend?

Which, by the way,
I am so sorry
for your loss, man.

Oh, my God, dude.So, sorry.

What?

No, it's just your...
Your word choice.

It's like you're three beers
too intimate.

You know what...
[GROANS] It's the pills.

[CHUCKLES] Oh, okay.Yeah.

Textbook deflection.Oh!

You couldn't be more
cliched if you tried.

[BARITONE]
"I'm a tough motorcycle cop.

"I got no emotions."

"I don't care who dies."Fuck you. Fuck you!

Your buddy's been dead
how long?

You still haven't
dealt with it?

He's been dead
a month, Freud.

A month?Yeah.

That's weird.What's weird, dude?

Oh, this... It's weird that
his wife moved on in a month.

In your expertise,
she's moved on.
How can you tell?

Well, there's nothing
of his in that house.

There's no commendations
on the wall,

no pictures of him
and his buddies fishing.

There's no tools.

He was a helicopter pilot
without a work bench
or a tool box?

And no gun safe?

What cop
doesn't have a gun safe?

It's just weird.
Feels like
he didn't live there.

Bro, I got to hit the Arby's
at the bottom of the hill,
man. I'm on E.

Okay?Yeah.

Huh?

ROTH: Hello?Hey, Roth?

Yeah, what's up?

Yeah, find out if TJ owned
another property,

like a rented or leased.

ROTH: No problem.

What's going on?

Huh?

Why are you in front
of my partner's house?

Oh, just giving
my condolences.

You knew TJ? Yup.

The Academy.

Really? What year
was that exactly?

Why are you
shaking me down, man?

I mean,
first at lunch and now here?

I mean,
I was friends with TJ.

All right, we were friends and
I thought we'd get along too.

But if you're going
to be up my ass,
then I'll just keep it movin'.

This is my partner's widow.

I see you around
this house again,

I will be in your ass
with a boot.

Yeah, yeah,
be well, bro.Yeah.

JON: Oh, that's quality beef.

Hey, before you go
writing another
tire pressure ticket,

tell me what kind of
bikes these are.

It's the Ducati Hypermotard.
The 939.

It's their
all-terrain race bike.

How could you know?
You haven't even seen it.

Just listen. You hear that?
It's a big V-twin.

Yeah, but a lot of people
make twins.

Yeah, but that one's revving
at, like, 9000 RPM

which only
a four-valve motor will do.

The only four-valve twin
in a supermoto setup
is the Ducati.

[BIKE ENGINE IGNITION]

They're fast as fuck.

♪ All I wanna do
in the middle of the evening

♪ Is hold you tight

♪ Rosanna, Rosanna

PONCH: Hey, Jon.
Can I tell you something?

It was pretty impressive
the way you were able to peg

those bikes back there.

I think if you would just
chill for five minutes, man,
we can have a winning team.

You know what I mean?

JON: LA-15-7-MARY-3 and 4,

we are in pursuit
of red Ferrari.

Code three!

I was trying to give you
a goddamn compliment, man!

[POLICE SIREN WAILING]

JON: This is 7-MARY-4,
we need backup.

All units.

Pull over!

Oh, yeah?
Rock beats scissors.
Over!

PONCH: Jon, stop!

Yeah, One second. Stop! That's an order!

License and registration.What are you doing, boy?

Could you not see
what I was holding up?

Okay, lower the music,
please.

"CHP Widows' Fund
Gold Donor."

What is this?
Are you a widow?

Hey!One second!

Turn down the music!Please turn it down.

If you keep ignoring me,
I'm going to write you up
for insubordination.

Do you want to keep this job?

If we don't stop
doing your errands and
do some police work,

I'm not going to
have a job to lose.

Excuse me, I'm not going
to have my day eaten away

by two bickering old ladies.

Shut up, and turn down
the fucking Toto, please.

[MUSIC STOPS]

JON: Stay in this car.PONCH: Sir!

Stay in this car.

No, I spent
ten thousand dollars

to the Widows' Fund
to get that thing.

Now it's mine!Sir.

Get your hands on the car.
Get up against the car!

You want to do this?[POLICE SIREN WAILING]

I'll do it. I'll do it.

OLD MAN: Oh,
you're in so much trouble.

JON: I'm trained to do it,
and I know how to do it.

You know how dangerous it is
to drive at that speed?

Hey.Hey.

Is this your "get out of jail
free" card in Los Angeles?

Oh, no, it's a... Uh, from
the gold donor program,

used to be
a guaranteed warning.

We usually just tell them
that the policy ended,
and let 'em go.

Oh.We should grab a drink.

Really?Mmm-hmm.

Okay, come with me.
Come with me.

You're going to take
a free ride now.

PONCH: Come with me, sir.

Thank you.I got it.

What, you got-- Why are you
taking him this way?

There's been
a change in policy, sir.

This is your one freebie.Thank you very much.

Hey! What are you doing?Just go, just go, go, go.

You can't let this
obnoxious prick go!

Get in the car, sir.No, no, no.

No, you're getting back
in the cop car.

Jon, let go of him!You let go of him!

Dude, he's old as fuck!

Yeah, I know.
He's old, and he's fragile.

So, stop fucking
jerking on him.

No, you are, man!Ah!

RATHBUN: Get him, Francis!

What the fuck, bitch?

I'm trying to fucking
blend in here, man.

I suggest
you do the same, okay.

A, you're a coward
and a cheap-shot artist.

B, I have to write tickets
and be safe and good conduct!

Stop being
a goddamn boy scout, man!

Get on your bike
and go home!

Go home!
You're done for the day.

[GROANING]

Get outta here.

Fuck.

RATHBUN: This is so hot.LINDSEY: Mmm.

I like that little
brown one.

I would take either.

[GROANS]

CLAY: What are you doing here?

Hey.

Get outta here.

We question the guard
from the armored truck.

After you interview Barton,
find out if someone
named "LT" works here.

Barton's been MIA since--Don't, don't...

Don't tell him shit.
Who's "LT"?

He's the shot caller.
I heard it from
one of the witnesses.

You're talking
to witnesses now?

You're supposed
to be undercover,
getting the co-pilot story.

Oh, don't worry about it.
We're getting cozy,

and by the way,
my new partner's awesome.

Bet you can't wait
to shoot him.

You know what?

I'm point, motherfucker!
I'm point.

Well, then--I'm your boss!

Get outta here.

Officer.

COOPER: Looks legit to me.

RAY: I don't really care
what this says.

Hansen just saw him
at All Steel Armored.

What about his partner?

There's no way
Baker could be IA.

He was a fucking X-Games guy
a few years back.

You don't like it.No, I don't like it.

My son's addicted to heroin.

I got to get him out of this
fucking town.

It's the only way
he's ever going to get clean.

Now, let's just figure out
another way to move the money.

And try to fly with cash?

You kidding me?

The painting's the best way
to walk through customs
with 14 million dollars.

It's beautiful. Well, then fuck it.

Even if they do show up,
they'll be riding lawnmowers.

Search Bob Lin. L-I-N.

All right.

COOPER: Oof!

Asian as hell.

[WOMAN WHIMPERING]

[MAN SCREAMING]

[GIGGLING]

Hey.

Hi, what's up?

I'm right in the middle
of giving a swim lesson.

Oh, sorry.

What are you wearing?

Oh, it's my, um...
It's my uniform.

From the CHP.

Aren't you supposed
to change out of it
after you get off work?

Yeah, you can. I mean,
most guys probably...

You know, it was my first day,
so I thought

you'd probably want to see
what I look like.

In all brown?

[SCOFFS]

It's great, Jon.

Yeah, um...

I thought maybe it would
remind you of your dad.

[EXCLAIMING]

Oh, while I have you,

you used the patio last night
to cut through
to the guest house.

Let's stick
to the agreements, okay.

Use the side entrance.

Can you do that?

Yeah. Sorry about that.

Hey, Jon!

Hey, Rick.

You working down at UPS now?

No, man, I'm a police officer.

Hell, yeah.

Hey, uh,
can we get a to-go box?

It's for your shirt, bro,
so you can eat it later.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Classic Ponch-y.Yeah.

Always deflecting!

Oh, deflecting.
Why don't you stop
using that word?

Do you even know
what the word means?Yeah.

Because I got
a great example for you.

Okay, give me an example.

It's when a guy
is super embarrassed

about taking his third dump
before 11:00 a.m.

So he makes fun
of his partner's shirt.

Deflecting.

Okay, why are you counting
how many times
I go to the bathroom?

Hard to miss, man.It's really pervy, man.

Oh, it's pervy?Yeah.

We're on and off these bikes
every half an hour,

so you can go in there
and unload.

Why don't you drop it?Admit it.

You have something
going on intestinally,

and you're too proud to stop
at a Walgreen's
or a CVS to deal with it.

Is it a chronic thing,
or did you eat something
dicey last night?

Just drop it!

Listen...
Okay, don't pull away.

I'm... I'm worried about you.

Is there any blood?

Okay, you know what...Fucking blood.
Unbelievable.

We're going to talk
about this.

Dude, I will run in
and get you

some Imodium
if you're ashamed, okay?

Take the olive branch
and accept some help, okay.

Come on, Ponch!

Ponch, slow down.

You're not good enough
to ride this fast.

I'd rather crash and die
than talk to you.

You clearly have
a health issue,
like Crohn's or colitis.

I won't bring it up again.
Just, please, slow down.

I don't have colitis,

and there's other
goddamn reasons
for going to the bathroom!

Yeah, but for 20 minutes?

Even a prostate thing
would be like, uh...

Oh, my God!

Are you stroking yourself
three times a day

in communal bathrooms?

Drop it! That's an order!

Ponch,
you're going to crash.

Code Four!
We are a Code Four!

Kiddo. Mask up.

GRIEVES: Clear!

[SIREN WAILING]

He's got a gun!

Fuck!

Goddamn it!
Where'd they come from?

[GRUNTS]

Look, I'm sorry
you crashed, man.
I tried to warn you.

I don't wanna talk about it.

Okay.

Look man, just, real quick,
I wasn't trying
to embarrass you.

We all have sex issues.

I haven't slept
with my wife in a year.

But when people have
oversexualized behavior
like yours,

sometimes that's evidence
of past childhood trauma,

and I just wanted you
to feel safe talking to me.

There's been no trauma, okay?

And my goal in life isn't
to feel safe talking to you.

What I do and how many times
I do it in the bathroom,

that's personal, okay?

That's my business.
That's not our business.

I'll stay out of it.Okay, good.

But, if something did happen,

I just want you to hear me.
It's not your fault.

Nothing happened, bro.
Nothing happened.It's not your fault.

Are you positive?I'm positive.

If anything, you should worry
about your shit.

My shit? Oh,
what's my shit, Ponch?Yeah.

Well, Jon,

if you haven't been fucking
your wife in over a year,
then somebody else has.

It's not even
a question of "if,"
it's a question of "who."

Like, who's been
fucking your wife?

DISPATCHER:
LA-15 to all units. 211.

Eastbound 101
on-ramp at Cahuenga.

Armed suspects
fleeing on motorcycles.

Oh, oh, oh, come on.

It's three exits over.
Come on, let's go!

I'm sorry, come on!
Help me with the bike!

Goddamn it.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[POLICE SIREN WAILING]

[GLASS SHATTERING]

Jesus Christ!

JON: All right, go around me.
You won't make it.

Bullshit! I can ride.

You crashed eight minutes ago
on flat pavement.

AVA: Jon and Ponch,
what's your 20?

I'm northbound,
through Elysian Park.

Whoa, whoa... [GROANS]

Ponch is southbound.

[GRUNTS]

Change of plans.
I'm going around.

JON: This is 7-MARY-4,
we're heading towards
some kind of fair.

MAN: 7-MARY-4,
we're right behind you.

I'd just moved
the stuffed animals
closer to the dunk tank,

but other than that,
everything looks spectacular.

What the fuck?

Ah!

Ah! Ow!

Oh!

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTING]

Oh, God.

Freeze! Get on the ground!

RAY: Cool it!JON: Goddamn it! Please!

GRIEVES: Go! Go! Go!

Call 911!

Who are they gonna call?
Different cops?

They're heading south
on Stadium Way.

PONCH: I'm on Stadium Way.

Where are you guys?

Stop!

I said "Stop"!

Stop, motherfuckers!

Great job!

I'm not gonna empty
my weapon without cause.

If this was a public bathroom,
you'd be shootin' your weapon
all over the place.

DISPATCHER: EAGLE-6,
the suspects are
on Stadium Way,

approaching Riverside.

Come on, you piece of shit!

What's happening?These bikes'll
never catch those.

They're just walking away.
Come on!

PARISH: Those bikes
must be going 150.

We're maxed at 130.

PONCH: 7-MARY-3 to EAGLE-6,
what is your status?

EAGLE-6!

Wake up!
What is your status?

7-MARY-3, shut the fuck up.

PATRICIA: I don't see him.

You got him? Negative.

PATRICIA:
Shit, where'd they go?
Jon, you got eyes?

No.

[GRUNTS]

JON: Dude, do you see them?No.

Yeah, well done, EAGLE-6.

Yeah, fantastic.

[MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO][GASPS]

JON: Ponch!

[JON GRUNTING]PONCH: Ah!

JON: Oh, shit.Holy shit!

That was fucking close.[GRUNTS]

Oh, hey...

Dude, I just want--
[GRUNTS]

That's for kicking my knee.

Fucking hurt my feelings.

[GROANS]

[CELL PHONE CHIMES]

Fuck.

JON: Hey, it's Jon.
Leave me a message.

Hey, Jon.
I said I'm sorry, man.

Stop declining my calls.

All right, call me back, bud.

RADIO ANNOUNCER:
All right, y'all.

Gonna feel like we living
in Seattle tomorrow morning

as rains are expected
throughout the Southland.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]Mmm.

Mmm.

Ooh.

Fuck.

[GROANING]

Oh, fuck.

Oh...

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Fucking rain.

Shit. Shit.

Karen! Sweetheart!

[MUSIC PLAYING VIA SPEAKERS]JON: Karen!

Karen!

Karen, can you come in here
and bring me my pills?

Is that Jon?

Probably.

Karen, can you help me?Shouldn't...

Should we help him?

This is how he gets attention.

So, no.

Give me that mustache.

Mmm.

Shit. Shit.

[CONTINUES GROANING]

[BONE CRACKLES]

[PANTING]

[GROANING] Oh... Oh, oh...

Oh. Mmm.

Okay. Okay.

Mmm, okay. Okay.

Phone!

Okay, okay.

Okay.

RAY: My guy at the Bureau
says there's a panel on him...

and his name is Castillo,
not Poncherello.

Oh, shit,
Baker's calling me.RAY: Ignore it.

Yeah, dispatch.

Mmm.

Good morning.
Uh, it's Officer Jon Baker,

and I was wondering
if you could patch me
through to Ava Perez.

It's... [STUTTERS]
an emergency.

So, let me get this straight.

You thought it was
inappropriate to go on
a motorcycle ride together,

and now, I'm supposed to
come over to your bedroom,

help you from your bed
into your bathtub,

so you can pop some pills
and loosen up?

Yes, ma'am.

[LAUGHS] And I'm guessing
you're undressed.

I am not dressed.
That is correct.

[STUTTERS] What do you think?
10, 15 minutes, maybe?

I will not be right over.

All right, have a good one.

Ava?

[GROANING]

ROTH: There was
no record of an "LT"
working at All Steel,

but I did get a hit on that
property search for TJ.

Turns out they filed an
eviction notice yesterday,

for an apartment
he cosigned on.

Oh, nice.

Text me the address.

Buddy.

JON: Oh, my God, dude.
I can't tell you
how much I appreciate this.

I thought I was gonna have
to call 911 or something.

No, no, don't worry about it.
Do you need water?
Like, what do you need?

I don't need any water,
but I gotta get into that
bathtub soon.

If you could
carry me over there.

What? Excuse me,
what did you say?

I need to get into
some warm water,

or I'm gonna be stuck
on this floor all day.

So, just carry me over there
and pop me in the tub.

Yeah, I can't do that.

What do you mean
you can't do that?

Physically, I can do that.

But I'm not gonna carry your
naked ass into the tub.

I mean,
you got a curtain on, bro.

Are you kidding me?
I saved your life yesterday.

Oh, my God, I knew you were
gonna bring that up!

Of course I brought it up!

I saved your life,
you won't even carry me!

I'll do anything else!

I'll clean this
fucking pigsty,
but I'm not gonna carry you.

You wouldn't be
standing here!

You can't lift me
and take me to the tub?

You know what,
I'll drag you there,

but I'm not gonna cradle you
like a newborn. Okay.

I'm not gonna do that.Okay.

You're gonna drag me there?Yeah.

Once you drag me there,

you're gonna have to lift me
up into the tub anyway.

So just grab me
and get it over with.

Oh, God. Fine. Fine!

You're such a homophobe.

Stop calling me that!

You won't even look at me!You'd have to be gay

for me to be homophobic
towards you!

You're using it incorrectly
and irresponsibly.

Okay. Argh! Ow!

God, you're fucking
hurting me, man.

Let's just get it over with!You're making it worse!

I'm not gonna argue
semantics with you.

Oh!Oh, my God, dude!

Dude, dude, dude...Oh, no!

Grab the curtain! Go!

I'm trying!
I can't feel floor!

[GROANS]

[GROANS]

[JON GROANING]Oh, God.

JON: Oh, my God. Dude.

Oh, man.

PONCH: I'm sorry, bro!

Hey... Did you break anything?
You okay?

No, I don't think so.Okay.

Oh, my gosh!

[GROANING]

Hey, man.Yeah?

Did I...

Did I feel you face-plant
into my pubic mound?

No, no, no! There was
no contact whatsoever.

Are you sure?
Because I could've sworn

I felt either your nose
or your lips?

No, nothing touched, bro.
Nothing touched

[SPLASHING]Oh...

[JON MOANING]

There might have been
like a...

Like a little bit of contact.

[LAUGHTER]

I fucking knew it!
I felt it!

You face-planted my bag!

I think this is God's way of
getting back to me

for all the shit that I said
about your wife yesterday.

[STUTTERS] That was really
shitty of me. I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Yeah, but if someone would
have said that shit to me,

I wouldn't have risked
my life to save theirs
like 10 minutes later.

I mean,
it's pretty unbelievable.

You know, you're the second
person to save my life?

Yeah? Who was the first?

My ex-partner.

Agent Glade.

Agent Glade?

What do you mean,
Agent Glade?

I'm FBI.

You're FBI?Yup.

Are you working
the armored car jobs?

Oh, I'm not working them.
We're working them.

Oh, you were right about that
helicopter pilot that jumped.

He had a second home.

And there's no way he could
afford it on a cop's salary.
He had to have been dirty.

We gotta go check it out.

You get in this tub
with me right now.

[LAUGHS]

I'm gonna wash you from
head to toe, Ponch-y.

You need help?Huh?

Help?No, I got it.

You sure?Yup.

Oh!

I, um...

Okay. I'm good. I'm good.

Oh, God!Sorry.

Come on!Okay.

Yeah, they moved all this
stuff in on a Sunday,

but I don't think they
actually ever slept here.

They? Another woman?

No, it was a man.
His partner.

You know.

Oh, yeah.Mmm-hmm, yeah, we dig.

Where's the workbench?

Is there a garage?Yeah. I'll show you.

Five dollars. Five dollars
says there's a workbench.

Five dollars.

Gun safe. Workbench.

Five dollars.

Was his boyfriend
on the lease?

Uh, yeah.

David Barton.

Oh, shit!

Who's David Barton?

That was the guard that was
being held at gunpoint

when TJ jumped, who's now MIA.

That's brutal.

His boyfriend was being
held hostage by chance?

Yeah... Not by chance.
No way.

I'm sure they were
all working together.

So they must have
fucked over LT.

We need round two
with TJ's wife.

See ya, buddy.

PONCH: Jesus, dude.
You eat more pills than Elvis.

JON: [GROANS] Mmm.

Hey, I know you were just
joking back there,

but I want you to know
I don't abuse my medication.

Oh, I wasn't joking.

No, like, okay.
How often do you shit?

How often do I shit?Yeah.

The normal amount.

Like every two or three weeks.

That's a problem.What?

That's a problem.

That's the first sign
of opiate addiction.

Why would I wanna
shit more often?

I mean, shitting is a total
waste of man's time.

But it's not.
Shitting is so good.

It's man's last refuge.

I'm busy.
Please, don't come back.

No, no, no, Miss Jackson.

We just want justice for TJ.
Don't you want that?

So, you were just trying
to keep TJ's pension?

Somebody knew about
TJ and Barton,

and they were using
that against him.

We'll need your help
to see who that could be.

PARISH: I see you around
this house again,
I will be in your ass

with a boot.

Motherfucker!

JOY: Oh, my God,
what are you doing?

I told you to stay away
from here!

[SCREAMING]Ponch!

[GRUNTING]

[SCREAMS]Ah!

[CAT MEOWING]

[GRUNTS]

JOY: My cats! My babies!

Get out, now!

[SCREAMING]

[GRUNTING][GLASS SHATTERS]

JOY: Oh, God![GROANS]

Not the vases!
No, no, no!

You little shit!

Get over here,
you punk bitch!

[GRUNTS]

PONCH: Jon!

JOY: What are you doing?

No, no, no. Put it back!
Put it back!

[JOY SCREAMING]

He's out! He's out!

[PANTING]

JOY: What the hell?

[VASE CLATTERING]

Oh, oh.
I am so sorry.

Uh, we had no choice.

Except maybe that last one.

That was a little excessive.

JON: Do you have a vacuum?

PONCH: All right,
we're on the same team, man.

Let's stop kicking
each other's asses.

I'm not gonna let anyone fuck
with my dead partner's widow.

Who all knew
about TJ and Barton?

Listen, I didn't know about
that shit until just now,

and we were partners
eight years.

Well, the guy pointing the gun
at Barton damn well knew.

Was he friends with an "LT"?Which one?

There was more than one?

There's more than one "LT"?

You mean "lieutenant,"
or someone
actually named "LT"?

LT. Lieutenant.
Lieutenant.

It was right there
the whole time.

PONCH: Those are all the
active lieutenants at Central.

Okay. Geek. Weirdo.

Woman. No. Woman. No.

Nerd.

Oh-oh! Of course!
Ray Kurtz!

Look at this psycho.
Come on.

Not a good guy, right?Not a good guy.

Never sent
a Mother's Day card,

fucking hates koala bears.That's definitely him.

Boom! That's our guy.That's the guy!

I should go
get us some new bikes.

Fast ones like theirs.

You're gonna get us new bikes?

No, I mean,
not me personally.

I can't afford them,
but you got that
fed money, right?

I do have that fed money.

BOTH: [LAUGHING] Yeah.

[IN SPANISH]

Come on![MAN CHUCKLES]

Perfecto, perfecto.

Look at those!

Now, let's get
out of here, man.

Huh? Oh, no, no,
you gotta see the suits!

I got us suits.

Suits?Oh, you're gonna love this.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[LAUGHTER]

What were
you guys saying?Huh?

What were you guys saying?

Uh, they just said
they liked the bikes.

Oh, you guys built them,
so, cool.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

[LAUGHTER]

Are you guys
talking shit on me?

What are they saying?PONCH: No, no, no...

I feel like,
he was pointing at my dick...

and I heard "pequeno."
I think is "tiny", right?

Oh, no, no, no, what he said
is that you look so buff

that you make
the bikes look tiny.

Strong man!

[STAMMERS] But then
he pointed at my crotch.

Because that's
where the bikes go.

Oh...[LAUGHTER]

Of course, man!
Thank you, dude.

You're pretty ripped, too.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

What'd he say?

He said,
"You know what? Ride safe."

Oh, cool, man. Thank you.

All right, let's do it.

Man, I really
like those guys.

We should get
a beer with them.

Yeah, totally, man!
I'm sure they would love it!

AVA: Why are they on those?

And why aren't they
wearing shit brown?

Yeah.

PONCH: Watch this.
I'm gonna make him
give up his whole crew.

[RAY GRUNTING]Wow!

We heard this was your spot.

Man, what is that?
Four, four-fifty?

That's like,
"World's Strongest Man" shit.

Yeah, I think it's like 350.

You guys kinda caught me
in the middle of it.

Why don't you come back
in like an hour and a half
or so, when I'm gone?

No, right now is good.
We'll just shadow you.

Are you gonna lift this?
You're gonna lift this?

Whoa![GRUNTS]

Hey, how did you know
about TJ?

His wife didn't even know.

I can't imagine anyone
trusting you with a secret.
Not like that.

Unless they were
part of your crew.

I can't imagine anyone
trusting you with their life.
Oh...

Wait, your partner.

He did just before he got
gunned down in front of you.

Oh, so, you know
something about me.

I know something about you.

In 24 years with the CHP, LT,

you shot
and killed five suspects.

Great job. Very thorough.Very thorough.

You know what confuses me?Hmm?

That you have an Italian
name, Poncherello.

Mm-hmm?

Why didn't they give you
a Guatemalan name,

or some Taiwanese,
or whatever the fuck you are?

Yeah, and you know
what's confusing to me?

That in your file,
there's no mention

of you killing TJ, Brill,
or Stevens.

But I can put it in there
because I don't mind
paperwork.

He doesn't.
He loves paperwork.

I don't really care.

You think
I'm Haitian or Cuban,
from Miami?

I'm law, motherfucker,
the old kind.

If you had something on me,

we'd be in the box
right now,

but you got nothin'!

So, why don't you fuck off,
and get a motorcycle lesson?

Goddamn it.

What?Shit!

No, no, man, hey,
you were great back there.

No, I wasn't.

Yeah, I loved that part
when you were like, uh,

"I don't mind
doing paperwork."

Now, you're making fun of me.
Shut up!

That was tight. Seriously.

I mean,
you couldn't have known

that he was going to go
all silverback.

I mean, that was...
That was impressive.

Dude, shut up.He got scary.

No, he's not
that fucking cool.

He's pretty fucking punk rock,
that guy. I kinda like him.

Dude, no. He's not.

He was bench-pressing
450 pounds!

Oh, my God,
that was 350 pounds!

No way!Would you stop?
Would you table it?

He's not gonna talk, okay?

That's the main point.

We gotta get
one of his crew that will.

We need to fucking focus
right now.

JON: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, hey, excuse me?What?

Are you kidding me, right now?

What's the problem?

You just said
we have to focus,

and you're already
bird-dogging ass?

Ponch, this is a problem.

I'm sorry, man.

I'm just like, kinda powerless
when it comes to yoga pants.

Okay.Can you do me a favor?

Yeah.[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Is there double-stitching
on the side with
a banana grundle?

A banana grundle?
What's a banana grundle?

It's the fucking gusset, bro.
It's gusset.

Okay, okay, I'll look.

I don't know these
things, all right?

Yeah, I guess.
Yeah, yeah, banana grundle.

Oh, my God.
They're Lululemons.

Lulu, what? Lululemons?

What are Lululemons?It's just, uh...

Just like wrapping
on a woman's body, dude.

Okay, here they come.That's what it is.
Act cool.

Hey!Hey, superheroes.

Hey.Hey, are you okay?

Do you need to
find a toilet?

Okay.I think so.

You think you can
ride with that?I don't know.

Let's you get you
out of this parking lot.

You have a visible erection.
Let's go.

[SNIFFS]

[GROANS] Oh, Dad.

Can you just close it?

Come on, get up.
Get up, get up.

Come on, get up.

Can't spend all day and night
in bed in the dark.

You oughta go to a gym,
or something,

get your endorphins pumping,
you know.

Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.

Come on. You gotta stay
healthy for one week.

One week, stay outta trouble.

We'll be surfing,
drinking Mai Tais.

Yeah?Yeah.

I'm gonna do it.
I'm gonna do it.

Yeah, there's no point
in me doing this without you,
you know?

Yeah?Yeah.

I love you, kiddo.

I love you.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[CELL PHONE CHIMING]

Oh, shit.

PETERSON:
AMEX just called to verify

a $48,000 charge.
What the fuck?

We needed new gear
and new bikes.
It's totally legit.

Legit? You gotta put in
for that kind of money!

Are you crazy?

No. It just seemed
time-sensitive.

Seemed?

You got a break,

or were you actively
in pursuit?

A break? No, I mean,
we have the guy.

I mean, Ray Kurtz,
he's our man.

Is he in custody?

Uh, well, we don't have
anything super concrete yet.

Are you joking?

Allen's got a legitimate lead,

and it didn't cost him
a goddamn penny! What?

He's walking around like
he's some goddamn genius!

Allen doesn't have shit.

He found out there were
marked bills in that 12.6...

and he tracked it to
a drug house in Venice.

Who's passing the bills?

Guy on a motorcycle.

Five bills on separate trips,
all late morning.

Okay, what's the address?

No, no, no, no, no, no!

They're already there.

DEA cleared them,
not you.

You screw up a DEA operation
on top of that 48K...

your ass is gonna be
back in Miami!

Wait, Clay's there,
and I'm not?

You better stop working
that California pussy

and start working
the case![HANGS UP]

Oh, good, you're early.

I'm glad you're here.
We gotta run.

Hey, uh,
who's that woman in there?

Oh, she's still here?

Thanks for everything.Oh, don't worry about it.

Call me.Okay.

[MOANS]

[GRUNTING SOFTLY]

I'm watching you.

Oh...

I wanna fu...

Good job. [CLEARS THROAT]

You stayin' out here, bro?

Yeah, for sure.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO]

PONCH: That's gotta be them.JON: What?

That's gotta be them
right there.

JON: What Is that, some kind
of special FBI app?

It's "Find My iPhone."
I have Clay's password.

You don't have my password,
do you?

Oh, yeah, I do.
"The Baker, 1980."

[WHISPERING] Yeah, that's it.

We just wait now?Yeah, yeah.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Yeah.Okay.

I know we're becoming friends,
and I don't wanna
make you uncomfortable.

But that girl that was
leaving your apartment...Yeah.

I just hope that you're not
preying on girls
with low self-esteem

to feed your addiction.

Low self-esteem? What?

Well, I mean, look,
she was...

And I'm being generous here,
a two.

A two?I just... I hope.

She deserves more
than a one-night stand.
She seemed nice.

Are you crazy?
That girl's an eight!

You think she's an eight?

How are you judging them?
By their hair?

How straight their teeth are?
Their skin?

I don't understand.Yeah.

Dude, that's really shallow,
bro. Come on.

What?Dude, she's...

You know, Tina's like...

she's like really confident,
man, like a really sexy.

I mean, that's sexy.

She's like
a full-blown eight.

I hope you're right, man.

Real talk.

She ate my butt.

I'm sorry, she did what?She ate my butt.
[CLICKS TONGUE]

She ate your...
She ate your ass?

Yeah.Oh, my God.
Did you eat hers?

Of course!"Of course"?

What are you talking about?

Dude, that's standard.You think that's standard?

Absolutely. Absolutely.

You think that's standard?Yes.

That is not standard.

You know what it is?
You've been married
for way too long.

Everyone's eating
everyone's ass now.

[LAUGHING]

There is no way everybody's
eating everyone's ass.

Everyone's eating
everyone's ass.No, it's impossible!

Everyone is not eating
everyone's ass.

They are.What about hygiene?

Oh, easy.

If you go to the bathroom,
and you see some baby wipes,

green light.

Okay, what if you don't see
baby wipes?

I still do it.

Fuck it, right?
I'm only here once,
you know?

Oh-oh, is that our guy?[BIKE APPROACHING]

JON: Listen, listen,
I gotta tell you something.

I cannot shoot.
I can't aim.

PONCH: Are you serious?JON: Yes, I'm serious.

Okay, don't shoot.
I do all the shooting, okay?

Okay, I'll corral them to you.

Okay, here we go.

I'm gonna post up
on the corner.

Just let me know as soon as
he's rolling.

Copy that.

Oh, this is gonna smell bad.

[DEEP BREATHING]

[GROANING]

[RETCHING]

Oh, fuck.

[GRUNTING]

JON: Oh, whoa!

Oh! Oh, my God!

[COUGHING]

[RETCHES]

Get down. Get down!

Jon, get 'em![RETCHING]

Oh, shit!

Fuck. Go, go, go!

Castillo's inside.
Get down here.

CLAY: Shit!

Oh, no!

God...

I'm so sorry.

That was like
being inside of a corpse.

This is 7-MARY-3 and 4.
We're southbound
on Lincoln Boulevard and Rose.

In pursuit
of red Ducati Hypermotard.

Fuck that.

[ENGINES THROTTLING]

[WOMAN GASPS]

JON: Out of the way!
Out of the way!

Police! Get out of the way.

[CHUCKLES] Oh...

[PEOPLE CLAMORING]

JON: Ponch, what's your 20?

I'm somewhere in the parking
structure. I'm on a...

Fuck, shit.

Over and out!

Shit.

[SIRENS WAILING]

[TIRES SCREECH]

Freeze!

[GUN CLICKING]

Damn it!

Hey, why is he chasing you?

It went sideways.

Hey, where'd they go?

LINDSEY: West! West!Towards the ocean!

[HORN HONKING]

[WOMEN CLAMORING]

MAN: You can't ride
motorcycles on the beach!

What's on the other side
of these dunes?

Well, the beach ends,
and then it's Ballona Creek.

JON: What do you mean,
it ends?[GRUNTS]

PONCH: Holy shit!

BOTH: Holy shit!

[SIRENS WAILING]

JON: Ponch,
we're exiting the LA river.

PONCH: I'm on it.

PONCH: Where are you, buddy?JON: East.

We're heading east,
over the 4th Street bridge!

Let's get those legs.
Get the front.

Hey, hey!
The bridge is closed! Hey!

JON: Set up a road block
on both sides,

and box them in.

Okay, drive down 6th Street!
Right here.

Get out of the way![PAPARAZZI CLAMORING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[SCREAMING]

What was that?

It was paparazzi!
It's fine!

Go, go, go!

Fucking assholes!

GRIEVES:
LT, it's getting fucked.Stay in character.

I'll make a hole!

Roger.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

What's going on?Training exercise.

No, come on.
Cop to cop, what is it?

[SCOFFS] Oh, my God.
You are a cop. Look at that.

That's so cute.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[SQUELCHING]

Ooh!

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit,
he's fucking dead.

Jon!

Jon![GASPS]

Jon!

[YELPS]

Shit!

[SCREAMING]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[BREATHILY] Oh, God. Jon!

Hey, Jon. Oh, fuck. Okay.

Come on, buddy.
Come on, buddy.

PARISH:
EAGLE-6 to 7-MARY-3, which
way did the black truck go?

No, no, forget that.

Land the bird!
Land the bird!

Jon needs to be airlifted.

What's the call?

We're setting it down.

Come on,
stay with us, buddy.

Stay with us, Jon.

Come on!

[WHISPERING] Oh...

WOMAN: [ON PA]
Dr. Louis, extension 3426.

Dr. Louis...

Jesus, booked the
whole damn floor.

Hey.Hey.

Looking for Jon?Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Oh, he's just in there.

Oh, cool, cool.
How are you doing?

Oh, you know,
body's a little sore,

but I'm okay.

They just discharged me.

Oh, good, good, good.

Yeah, I was kind of scared
when I saw your car

frisbee like that.[CHUCKLES]

Yeah, but
I'm glad you're all right.Me, too. [SIGHS]

Well, Jon's in...

Oh, yeah, right,
that's right.
Okay, cool.

Text me
when you get home?I will. I will.

See you in a bit.Mmm-hmm.

Text me.

[MONITOR BEEPING]

WOMAN: [OVER PA]
Dr. Tanaka to OR-3.

Dr. Tanaka to OR-3.

KAREN: Hi, it's Karen
from SwimTech.
Leave me a message.

[RECORDER BEEPS]

Hey, Karen, this is,
uh, Ponch, Jon's partner.

I'm with Jon
at the LA Memorial.

Uh, you should get here
as quick as possible.

He's not...

He's in bad shape.

Mmm.

How are you feeling?

You sure?

How's your body?

Don't lie.

Yes.

Photographic evidence?

[INHALES SHARPLY]

Fuck, yeah.

[PHONE BEEPING]

[WHISPERING] Oh, shit.

Ooh, nice toes.

Wait, slow down.
Slower, slower.

[BELT UNBUCKLING]

Oh, fuck.

Just a little bit.
Oh, wow.

I didn't know you had those.

Wow, those look huge.

Those look big tonight.

Wait.

No. [GASPS]

They always look this huge.Oh! Oh, my God!

Oh! Oh! Officer Pantera.

Oh! Oh!

Oh!What was that sexy scream?

Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh, no.

LINDEL: Someone
prematurely ejaculated.Fuck!

[GLASS SHATTERS]

Fuck!

Can you manage?Got it.

Last one.

So, what's the plan
now, babe?

The second Brian gets out
of the hospital,

you, Cooper, and Hansen
head up to Big Bear.

You wait
for the Brunei flight.

You get the painting
and get out of there.

And until then?

Business as usual.
They only know me.

Listen, Ray,
I'm really sorry about, um...

Do you want to
talk about him?

No, I... I do not.

Maybe after I take care
of your little boyfriend.

So, you know he brings in
a goat and a donkey...

CLAY: I'm gonna kill you.

When I am healed,
I am gonna physically
destroy you.

Get the fuck out of my room.

Call Peterson.
He's looking for you.

My phone's broken. I can't.

You torpedo the entire case,
and you broke your phone.

I didn't torpedo it.
We have a suspect's head.
That's a victory.

Three officers and two agents
are hospitalized,

all for a severed head
nobody can ID.
That's a victory to you?

Listen, I'm sorry
that I shot you again.
I'm sorry.

Get on the bed!

You ever been in
a scissor hold, motherfucker?

Huh?

There he is.

Hey.Hey.

Where's your breathing tube?

That was a really
sexy look for you.

Well, I also have
a catheter in,

and I didn't wanna be too sexy
for the staff.

Mmm-hmm, yeah.
Tone it down a little bit.

Are you posted here?

I came to see you, dummy,

and just wanted to brag
about saving your life.

You saved my life?

I gave you CPR and I breathed
life back into you.

So, when I went out cold,

you ran in
and tried to kiss me?

[LAUGHS]And you said it was CPR?

Not quite! Um...

That's a little gross
because you kind of
remind me of my dad.

Wait, your dad was a cop?

Oh, no. God, no.
He was just a fuck-up,
kind of like you.

Mmm. So flattering.

I was wondering if,
when you get discharged,

if you wanted to, um...

Take a ride
back home with me?

I'm available.

You know, I, uh...

I already left my wife
a message,

and I'm pretty sure
she's gonna pick me up.

Is this the same wife
that hasn't been here once?

You haven't met her.
So, you know, I don't know...

I'd appreciate it
if you didn't bag on her.

Yeah.

I'll see you around.

[EXCLAIMS] Fuck.

[GRUNTS]

Pull a fucking gun on me?

I didn't know it was you!You're not gonna
answer your phone?

You're gonna make me
fly to fucking LA
to talk to you?

My phone was broken.
I was trying to activate it...

I told you to stay away from
that drug house.

You gotta
stop shooting Allen!

I didn't do it on purpose!
It was an accident.

I was trying
to shoot Ray Kurtz.

Well, you missed,
and he's gone.

You fucked up
this whole case,

and when I called your captain
to find out where you were,

she told me
she hadn't heard from you,

since you initiated
a sexual exchange
with her at 1:00 a.m.

That was my bad.
That was on me.

That was an accident.You fucking pervert!

No, you know what--Nasty!
Just goddamn nasty!

I was trying to text
with this girl, Lindsey--

You're fired!

You're on the 11:00 a.m.
back to Miami,

and guess what,
I'm keeping your gun.

Can we just go with a warning,
instead of a full-fledge fire?

If you had been
doing your job,

instead of
looking at all this juicy,

LA booty they got out here,

things wouldn't be so bad.

Hands down, the best app
for meeting girls.

I mean, I just keep swiping
until I meet one.

No kidding?Yeah.

Now, when you get intimate
with these gals,

is oral expected?

Like, with the butt?

Oh, yeah.
That's standard, boss.

That's standard?[CHUCKLES] Yes, sir.

Wow, things have changed!

Hey, it was great
meeting you, Jon.Hey, you too.

You have a good one, man.
Be safe out there.

Yeah, enjoy that app,
right? Wow.

KAREN: Hi, it's Karen
from SwimTech.
Leave me a message.

JON: Oh!

Hey!Oh, Ponch!

Man, am I happy to see you!

I'm sorry about this, man.

I just got my phone working.
I got all your messages.

Dude, I'm so happy
you're here.

Good to see you, buddy.Thank you for coming.

I'm really sorry, man.

I would've been here
when you woke up,

but I was buying
a new phone.

No, man, it's good.
I'm all good.

What do you mean you're good?
You got hit by a truck.

Yeah,

but my titanium humerus
took most of the hit.

It was only like a five.

Five out of what?

Out of ten.

What's a 10?Scrotal tear,
which I've had.

Nuts unravel down your leg.
It's gruesome.

JON: What?I know.

You sexted
with Captain Lindel?I did. I did.

Ponch-y, she's a senior!
That's pathological.

She's old.
She's up there.

How was her body?
What did that look like?

I mean, it was tight.
[MUMBLING]

It was tight?She's confident, you know?

That's sexy.
I mean, that's really sexy.

Whoa, whoa,
what the fuck is this?

Just put that, um,
right in the living room.

Whoa, whoa.Thank you so much.

Excuse me, hey.Hey.

What are you doing?We're moving in.

Are you my neighbor?
I'm Amy.

You're moving into
my house, though.

So, no, I'm not your neighbor.
This is my house.

No, this was Karen
and Rick's house,

and now it's my house
because I bought it.

What's wrong,
not enough chili?

No, I'm just...
I'm just not very hungry.

Dude, I know you love Karen,

but can I just say
one thing about her?

Yeah.

Dude, she's an asshole.

Okay.

She's a dick.

Like, end of story.

I... You know what,
I actually figured out

why you're so hell-bent
on keeping her.

Yeah?

She's like the only thing
left of your glory days.

You know.

Like, the money's gone.
Fans are gone.
Now, the house.

She's like
that last bit of proof
that it even happened,

and I think you're afraid
that if you lose her,

you've officially
lost it all.

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

Wow.

For a guy who won't say
the word "closure"

that was a pretty
profound observation.

Yeah.Goddamn you, Ponch-y.

I'm like tired now.
I'm like, I would...

Yeah, I wish you would've told
me this five years ago.

Mmm, that is career-ending.

You know what sucks?
This is our only lead,

and there's no way
to track this guy.

There's no dental records.
He's never been
finger-printed.

Oh, my God!
Dude, this is Reed Junior!

Who?Reed Junior!

I used to compete
against him.

Reed Junior?That's Grieves' cousin!

Grieves?

The dude I touched dicks with
in the locker room.

Remember? And he was talking
about his cousin.

All right.
What's his full name?

I don't know.
He competed as Reed Junior.

Type in "Reed Junior."

Raymond Reed...

Ray Kurtz, dude!
That's Ray's son!

Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!That's Ray's son!

Oh, my God!Dude.

No, we go! We leave.

We go? Okay. Okay.Holy shit!

[POWERING UP]

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]

[GRUNTS]

Slow down.

Captain Lindel.

Oh, my God.

What took you so long?

No, no, no. No!

Look. No, no. No, no, no.

This is not
what it's about.Oh.

I was gonna say that
the head in the helmet,
that's Ray's son,

and Brian Grieves
is his nephew,
who's in the hospital.

And we need to send
people over to get
him in custody ASAP.

Also, I need a gun,

and I need to be
sworn in as an officer

of the California
Highway Patrol.

But you're an FBI agent?

I know, but I was fired.

Your honesty was largely
to blame for that.

[GASPS]

Well, I'm sorry.
I was feeling
a little abandoned.

No, I get it.
But can you swear me in?

I'll swear you in
if you sexy scream.

No, just swear me in,
please. Please?

You know the oath?

[SOBBING]

[CAMERA CLICKS]

Okay, when we get
to the hospital,

we do all the
questioning, okay?

Yeah, yeah, okay.

[MOBILE PHONE CHIMING]

[READING] "Come now,
just you and your partner."

What's that?

Look at this.

Are you sexting with Karen?

No, you idiot!
She's handcuffed to a pole.

She's being held hostage.

Oh, my God.

Okay. He dropped a pin.
That's where she's at.

That's across the street from
the Devil's Punchbowl.

We gotta take the bikes.No, no, no.

Wait, wait, wait!
Let's just think about this.

Why are we gonna risk
our life to save
your dirtbag ex-wife's?

She stole your house.

You kicked my weak knee,

said my wife
was fucking someone else,

and I still saved your life.

You save someone
when you can, Ponch.

That's what a person does,

especially an officer
of the law
who just took the oath.

You can't even ride.Listen, I've done back flips
with worse injuries than this.

We're gonna need backup.We don't know--

Clearly,
he blames us for Reed.

We don't know who in this
department is in on this.

I trust you,
and you trust me.

That's true.

Okay, we're like
Jay-Z and Beyonce.

We're fucking ride or die.

Shit.

Where's Officer Grieves?

He was discharged
an hour ago.

Well, did someone
pick him up?

A police officer, female,
super pretty.

Plane leaves
at Thursday at 3:00 p.m.,

out of Global Air
in Van Nuys.

There'll be a week's worth
of provisions in the cabin.

When should we expect you?

You should not.

All right,
spoke with the nurse,

says that he left
with a super pretty
CHP officer.

So, uh...

So, it has to be Lindsey.

Yeah.[ALL AGREEING
INDISTINCTLY]

She's radio silent right now,
but GPS has her car,

12 miles east of Palmdale.
Let's do it, folks.

PONCH: That is
some cold shit, man,

riding the dead son's bike.

Well, you kidnap my wife,
I ride your dead son's bike.

Fuck him.

How the fuck is that thing
gaining on us?

He's a fucking warlock, man!

PONCH: Fuck!

Whoa!

Hey, what are you doing?

I can't do it. I can't leave
my uncle by himself.

No, he told us to hide out
in the cabin.

He was very clear.

Well, you're free
to do that, all right,

but you're
dropping me off first.

JON: There's the
Devil's Punchbowl.
It's gotta be on the right.

PONCH: Here!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

PONCH: What are you doing?

JON: Looking for a chink
in the armor.

Oh, bingo!

[ENGINE THROTTLING]

PONCH: No, don't hit that!
I can't jump!

You can do it.

You don't even know
what's on the other side!

Well, I know it's better than
what's on this side.

[GUNFIRE]

[CLICKING]

Come on, Ponch!
You can do it!

Just do it, man!
Just hit it!

Just full-throttle
hit it, man!

You gotta do it,
just come over!

[GRUNTS]Come on over, okay?

You got this!
You can make it!

I didn't make it!

[GROANS]

Dude, dude! You okay?

Damn it! Fuck!You okay?

This way. This way. Come on,
she's over here. Come on.

JON: Oh, man...
Okay, we're here.

Jon. Yeah, yeah.
It's okay.

Jon! Oh, thank God!

I knew you'd come.
Oh, thank God.

Oh, I need your gun.

I'm so happy to see you.Yeah, yeah.

Dude, enough with
the gratitude, okay!
Let's go!

[GUNSHOT]

[GRUNTS]

[COUGHING]

Let's go. Get in!

Ah![STUTTERING] What?

Oh, my fingers!Oh, my God!

He shot my fingers off.

Dude, it's not superficial!
Look!

It's okay.
They can reattach them.

They can reattach them!
It's fine.

No, they're gone, dude!
They're gone.

Hold on. Hold on.
Let me see if I can see them.

Okay.[PONCH GROANING]

Okay, hey, hey,
I see them.

Go get them.Okay, I'm going in.

[GUNSHOT]

Help!

[GRUNTS]

Oh, shit! Damn it!

Here, here, here,
put them in your pocket.
There you go.

No! There's only
two of them!

Huh?There's only two!

Well, you're gonna
have to make do!
Two is enough!

No! I want my fucking pinky!

MAN: They're coming at us!
Go, go, go!

Go, go, go![GASPS]

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTS]KAREN: Ah! Jon!

Get up, you fucking rat!
Get up!

[GRUNTING]

Eye for an eye,
a tooth for a tooth.

A fucking head for a head![SCREAMING]

Cover me!

That was my son!

[GRUNTING]

[YELLING]

[CHOKING]

[PONCH PANTING]

[COUGHING]

[GRUNTING]

Oh, I'm sorry.

RAY: Get up!

Oh, Jon, Jon, Jon.Are you okay?

Yeah. Take my gun.
Take my gun.

No, no, no.
You're a better shot than me.

PONCH: How am I supposed
to do it, man?

Like Jimi Hendrix-style,
with my fucking teeth?
Take it!

Man up, Jon!

Yeah, okay, okay. I'll do it.
I'll do it. I'll do it.

Okay. Oh, shit.

PONCH: What?

KAREN: Jesus, Jon!

Just hit him, Jon!

Okay, you're hitting
10 degrees to the right.

You gotta aim ten degrees
to the left. Okay, go!

Okay.

[JON GROANING]

Are you aimed
ten degrees to the left?

Yeah, but...

Fire!

[GRUNTS]

Ah!

Dude, that was
ten degrees.

No, it wasn't!
That was more like
twenty degrees.

Dude, you think
he's in one piece?

Come on!

Stay down!

Give me your fucking arm!
Stay down!

Okay, what's your plan?
The doors are all shut.

Where we're going,
we don't need doors.

JON: Is this the same hole
you crashed into earlier?

PONCH: I think it is.

[JON GRUNTING]Watch out! Jesus!

[SIGHS]

[GASPS]

[SCREAMING]

He's up! He's up! He's up!

Goddamn it.Go, go, go!

Go, go, go!
He's getting away!

LINDSEY: Put your hands
behind your back.

BOTH: Oh!

Now!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
You didn't see that coming.

Hot and helpful!
See, it's not either or.

JON: Hey, Ray.
How do those cuffs feel?

Repeat the question.

Go ahead!

You're with this
piece of shit?

Shut up!

Let me get this straight.

You knew that I killed
three of my co-workers,

but you thought it was okay
to kill my son?

Uh-uh, uh-uh.

No, no, no.
Your beef's with
the steel cable, not us.

We were just chasing him.

You weren't as good as Reed.

My son should be here
with me right now.

Not you.

No!

[BULLET RICOCHETING]

[GRUNTS]

What the...

BOTH: Whoa!Oh, my God, dude!

Oh, my God.
Dude, that's a ricochet.

[GRUNTING]

BOTH: Whoa!

Stay down,
gorgeous asshole!

Oh, my... Dude your arm
is straight up titanium,
like a Terminator's arm!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I told you.

Oh, whoa. Do you feel this?

Uh, yeah, a little bit.
Like a two out of ten.

Whoa.LINDSEY: Get off of me!

You feel this?

Ah! Oh!I'm sorry! Sorry.
I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

God, don't touch
my nubs, man!

I know. I won't, I won't.
Help me up.

Come on.[GRUNTS]

[SIREN WAILING]

PONCH: Dude,
we gotta find an ambulance.

What?Oh! We gotta get your pinky!

Oh, duh! Dude, thanks.Yeah, yeah,
it's over here.

JON: Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Stop, stop, stop!

Back up,
you're on Ponch's pinky!

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

I saw a look on your
face tonight
I haven't seen in years,

not since you competed.

I can tell you really
like this thing,
being a cop.

Yeah, I really do,
maybe even more than riding.

Do you want me to ride in
the ambulance with you?

No, I'm good.
You're kind of a dick.

I'm gonna ride with Ponch.

Take care, Karen.

Hey, you all right?

Yeah, are you okay?
You tackled her like crazy.

Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm a fucking beast.

Hey, do you wanna ride
with us?

It depends.
Are you gonna put out?

Yeah, ass, cash, or grass.
I know the rules.

PARAMEDIC: Hey,
that's looking really awful.

You want some morphine?

Dude, that'd be nice.

Um, excuse me, Ava?

Uh, yes, Jon?

I'm really sorry,

I didn't take that ride home
with you from the hospital.

That was just
a very stupid decision.

Hmm.

And I'm sorry I said mean
things about your wife.

You know? Even if she is
a piece of shit,
it's just not nice.

It's okay.Thank you.

You look
a little short of breath.

Do you need some CPR?

So bad. Really bad.Yeah?

[JON MOANING]

[MUMBLES]

[AVA MOANS]

Oh, oof.

Aye.

[WHISPERING]
I'm so proud of this guy.

Get it, Jon. Get it.Oof.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

PARAMEDIC: Oh...

You know, we, we...
We should be good though.

Yeah, yeah.
[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]
Be classy.

Be classy.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Always classy.

Let them do their thing.Yeah.

Hey, um...

Hey, Ponch?Mm-hmm?

Could you maybe
speak in Spanish,

so I don't understand
what you're saying?

Yeah, no problem.
No problem.Thanks, boss.

[GIGGLING]

[IN SPANISH]

[PONCH SPEAKING SPANISH]

AVA: [SHOUTS IN SPANISH]
I speak Spanish, pervs.

[CELL PHONE CHIMING]PONCH: Yes, sir?

PETERSON: Hey, how'd you like
to come back to Miami?

I wanna give you
your job back.

PONCH: Yeah,
I appreciate that,

but I actually love it
out here.

♪ California love!

♪ California knows
how to party

♪ California

♪ Knows how to party

♪ In the city of LA

♪ In the city
of good ol' Watts

♪ In the city,
the city of Compton

♪ Keep it rocking

♪ Keep it rocking

♪ Now let me welcome everybody
to the wild, wild west

♪ A state that's untouchable
like Elliot Ness

♪ The track hits your eardrum
like a slug to your chest

♪ Pack a vest for your Jimmy
in the city of sex

♪ We in that Sunshine State
with a bomb ass hemp beat

♪ The state where you
never find a dance floor empty

♪ And pimps be on a mission
for them greens

♪ Lean mean money-makin'
machines serving fiends

♪ I been in the game for
10 years making rap tunes

♪ Ever since honeys
was wearing Sassoon

♪ Now it's '95 and the
clock me and watch me

♪ Diamonds shinin'
lookin' like I robbed Liberace

♪ It's all good
from Diego to the Bay

♪ Your city is the bomb
if your city making pay

♪ Throw up a finger if you
feel the same way

♪ Dre putting it down
for Californ-I-A

♪ California
♪ California

♪ knows how to party
♪ Knows how to party

♪ California
knows how to party
♪ West coast

♪ Yes they do
♪ That's right

♪ In the city of L.A.

♪ The city of L.A.

♪ In the city of
good ol' Watts

♪ Good ol' Watts

♪ In the city
City of Compton

♪ City of Compton

♪ We keep it rockin'
♪ Keep it rockin'

♪ Keep it rockin'
♪ Come on, shake

♪ Shake it, shake it, baby
Shake it, shake it

♪ In the city
The city of Compton

♪ We keep it rockin'
♪ Keep it rockin'

♪ Keep it rockin'
♪ Yeah, yeah, make it shake

♪ Shake it, shake it, baby

♪ Shake it, shake it
♪ Shake it, baby

♪ Shake it, shake it

♪ Shake it

♪ Cali
♪ Shake it, Cali

♪ Shake it, shake it, baby
♪ Shake it, Cali

♪ Shake it, shake it

♪ Shake it, shake it
♪ West coast

♪ Cali