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It's a powder keg in there.

No one moves till we get word from the
mayor.

Hey. Hey.

Hey!

What do you want, little one?

Your ass.

Well done.

Who... Who are you?

Frank Drebin.

Police Squad.

The new version.

My name is Sergeant Frank Drebin,
Detective Lieutenant Police Squad, a

division of the LAPD.

The day after the bank robbery started
like any other, I woke up in my empty

apartment, stared at a picture of my
deceased cop wife, and choked back cop

tears. A perfect morning? Sure.

But I had no idea what this city had in
store for me.

Thank you. Thanks, everyone.

What is this?

Don't cheer for him. You two, my office
now.

Thanks to you, I just spent two hours
getting chewed out by the mayor.

Apparently, some of the bank robbers you
put in the ICU, they're lawyering up to

sue the city. That's ridiculous.

They're criminals.

It's the law.

Since when do cops have to follow the
law?

Since forever.

Oh, yeah? And who's going to arrest me?
Other cops?

Yes. Is he serious?

Is he serious?

No. Look, let me be crystal clear.

They are threatening to shut down police
squad because of you.

Honestly, you're lucky you still work
here after last year's McDonald's

incident. They wouldn't sell me freedom
fries.

You arrested the entire staff.

I wasn't thinking clearly.

I was furious about the Janet Jackson
Super Bowl.

That was 20 years ago.

Not to me.

We understand, Chief.

You're right. Good.

Because I'm taking you off the bank job.

What? I'm putting you on collision.

There's a crash up in Malibu.

Yes, ma 'am. Thank you. And make sure
your body cams are actually turned on.

Got it.

Camera will be on.

Drebin, it's a new day at police squad.

Things are changing so fast around here.

I guess you really can't fight City
Hall, huh?

No, it's a building.

Now, there's a real man.

They just don't make him like your pops
anymore.

I'm glad he's not around to see what
police squads has come to.

Mind if I take a minute, Ed?

Of course.

Hi, Daddy.

It's me, Frank Jr.

I want to be just like you, but at the
same time, be completely different and

original.

So, if you're proud of me, give me a
sign. Like, maybe make me see an owl

or something.

Hey, Dad.

It's me, Ed.

Boy, do I miss you.

Hey, Pop.

Ed and I pulled up to the Malibu car
crash around 2 p .m.

Nothing unusual, but in this city, usual
is unusual.

Usually.

So how was your date last night, Frank?

I couldn't go through with it. You
canceled?

No. I didn't want to upset her, so I had
Officer Barnes tell her I was stabbed

to death.

You're real romantic, Frank, but
everyone needs someone.

Even a widower like you. I'm just not
ready to open myself to love again.

Had them wait to clear the wreck so you
could get eyes on it.

Crash happened around 4 a .m.

Oh, there were no skid marks on the
road.

He didn't hit the brakes before going
over.

Drunk? A little. Just enough to wake me
up.

Fancy car.

Yeah, it's one of those new Eden Tech
electric ones.

Electric, huh?

I remember when the only things that
were electric were eels, chairs.

And Catherine Zeta -Jones in Chicago.

Empty pill bottles.

Who was he?

Simon Davenport, 53 years old, no wife,
no kids.

He's got a sister out in Hancock Park,
but we don't really know anything about

her other than her name.

That's Davenport.

Divorced, 5 '6", 130 pounds.

Spitfire of a personality, self
-proclaimed chocoholic. Likes outdoorsy

but is just as happy curling up with a
good book.

All right, I've seen enough.

Margaret is suicide.

Go ahead.

Lieutenant. What's up, Bonds? Look, I
know you're off the bank job, sir, but I

could really use your advice.

Go for it. Look, it's the strangest
thing.

All the thieves had never met each
other, and none of them knew who they

working for.

Brilliant. If they don't know anything,
they can't squeal.

Whoever orchestrated this is very smart.

And get this, the robbers were told that
they could keep the cash.

Who organizes a bank robbery and doesn't
keep the cash?

They must have been after something
else.

Why don't you bring in one of the perps,
see if we can get them talking.

Got it.

Thank you.

How's it going, Frank?

You got a visitor.

I told her to wait outside, but she just
walked in.

You want me to get rid of her?

No.

That's okay. I'll deal with it.

Over here, Lieutenant.

I'd sworn off love after my wife died,
but this woman was put together in all

the right ways.

Face, head, shoulders, knees and toes.

Knees and toes.

At a bottom that would make any toilet
beg for the brown.

Sorry to keep you waiting, ma 'am.

How may I help you?

You're wrong about Simon Davenport.

He wouldn't commit suicide.

Simon Davenport?

The stiff from the Malibu crash?

That's... Debt with my brother.

Oh, I mean, he wasn't that stiff,
really. Not yet.

More floppy and bloated.

No, I mean, I'm so sorry for your loss.

Please, take a chair.

No, thank you.

I have plenty of chairs at home.

Now, Mrs... Davenport.

Miss Beth Davenport.

Mr... Drebin.

Miss Detective Frank Drebin.

Detective. I think someone murdered
Simon.

Really? What makes you think that?

Well, he called me last night. He said
he was in some kind of trouble. He said

we made plans to meet this morning. Does
that sound like someone is planning to

kill themselves?

No, it certainly does not.

Why would someone do that to him?

Trust me, there's always a reason to
kill someone.

Did he have an obnoxious laugh?

No.

Forgive me, I'm just not myself.

That's okay.

I'm not you either.

Tell me, what did your brother do for
work?

Computers.

He was a programmer for Richard Cain.

The genius is going to save the world
with his electric cars.

Well, he's the first person you should
talk to. Then he can check Simon's

driving records and see if they match.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down there.

Excuse me?

Let's just leave the police work to me,
okay?

Oh, I see.

Same old story with guys like you. Guys
like me?

Stubborn old men who think they know
what's best.

I understand you're upset, but this is
what I do.

If someone did off your brother, I'll
find them.

Well, I appreciate that, Detective, but
Simon was all I had.

So you'll forgive me if I don't just sit
around and hope you do your job.

That's exactly what I expect you to do.

When I have something, I'll contact you.

I'm doing a series of book readings this
week.

You can find me there.

Book readings?

Yes, I write true crime novels based on
fictional stories that I make up.

Yes. Well, you may write about it, but I
live it.

Now, if you'll excuse me, we're having a
birthday party, and I'm the best singer

in the office.

One second, bud. I will take that chair.

I couldn't remember the last time
someone had talked to me like that.

It was the kind of dressing down you
usually have to pay for in the basement

a laundromat. But she had the kind of
hips you wanted to put a hula hoop on

spin. The kind that means... Tell us, do
you mind?

I wasn't convinced Simon Davenport had
been murdered.

But the case was starting to give me an
itch. And when I start to scratch, I

don't stop till I break skin and the
doctor makes me wear mittens.

Thanks.

Can we check?

Champagne.

Richard Kane had made his first fortune
in microprocessors, and then used it to

build a vast online retail marketplace
and green technology empire.

Then, suddenly, the bear charges towards
me. I ready my knife.

And he barrels right past me to a honey
hive above the campsite.

It had been there all along, and I
hadn't seen it.

Ah, you've arrived.

Lieutenant Trevin.

Me too, Richard.

Richard Kane.

Please, walk with me.

So, what can you tell me about Mr.

Davenport?

Simon was a brilliant engineer.

One of our best.

I had no idea he was so terribly
depressed.

Suicide is a dreadful thing.

Possible suicide.

Do you suspect something foul?

No. A chicken probably couldn't do this.
But I'm not ruling anything out.

I see.

Was this one of the projects Simon was
working on?

No. What you see here is a red light
therapy machine. Proven to increase

testosterone.

Did you know that men's sperm count is
at historic lows across the board?

Fascinating.

I've never put my sperm across a board.

I have an old Bon Jovi T -shirt for
that.

You know, I hope you don't think it's
awkward my saying this, but I'm actually

big fan of yours.

Is that so? Yes. I read about your work
at the bank robbery.

Guys like you are a dying breed.

Guys like me? Yes. Men of action.

Don't ask permission to fix what they
know is broken.

I'm surprised to hear you say that.

Coming from someone who's so into these
gadgets.

Oh, you don't enjoy the marvels of the
modern age?

No offense, but the world was better
before.

I agree, but don't tell anyone.

A cigar?

Looks it to me.

Now, would you like one?

Smoking indoors?

Care to write me a ticket?

That matchbook, I've seen it before.

The Bengal.

It's a supper club I own for some of the
city's elite.

It's the kind of place where men can be
themselves, have a few drinks, and like

the Black Eyed Peas once said, get
retarded in here.

You can still say that word?

In my club, you can.

Well, I love the Black Eyed Peas. Who
doesn't? I know a few people. They're

fools. I know.

Well, I am.

Apple the app. Taboo. Don't forget
Fergie. I would never forget Fergie.

The Duchess.

Well, if you need anything, please don't
hesitate to call.

Thank you. I'll be in touch.

It's that way. Of course.

Why don't we get Mr. Drebin a little
gift for tomorrow?

The Eden Vox One. Police squad's first
ever fully automated self -driving

electric vehicle. A gift we just
received from Richard King.

You must have made some kind of
impression last night, Frank.

Yeah, it would seem so.

Coffee? Yes, thank you.

Don't be shy, fella. Come check it out.

Snug.

All electric, zero to 60 in 3 .1
seconds.

I guess that's good. Watch this. Car,
open door.

Neat trick.

Now you try.

Car,

please, close door.

Pretty fun, I guess.

Okay, how about this? Car, drive forward
30 feet.

Pretty smooth.

Impressive.

I

tell

you, this place is falling apart.

I got half a dozen witnesses that place
you on the scene. We know you were at

the bank. I'm telling you, I wasn't
there.

Thanks, Park.

This is quite the rap sheet you've got
here.

Says you served 20 years for man's
laughter.

Must have been quite the joke.

You mean manslaughter?

Well, we know your boss didn't want
cash.

So what was the point of the robbery?
What did he want?

I wasn't there.

You think you're so smart?

Well, I think my body cam might tell a
different story.

Ed?

Technology really is something.

Police squad is all about transparency
these days.

Dispatch, this is Drebin, 10 -7.

Oh, yeah, chilly dog.

Breakfast of champions.

And a little black coffee.

Okay, you can fast forward a bit.

License and registration, please.

This isn't mine.

Excuse me.

Oh, boy.

Listen, you seem like a decent fella.
I'm going to let you off with the

Have a great day. Bye.

It's much later in the day. Fast forward
a while.

You'll see. This way.

I need a bathroom.

Oh, God.

Come on. Move, move, move.

Focus, Frank. Focus.

You got this. You got this.

Maybe a little more.

I'm going to ruin another suit.

Sorry.

Disgusting, you stupid idiot.

Breastfed until you were 13, you freak.

Can't get it up without the stench of
milk on your chin.

Don't you dare.

Don't do it.

Don't eat it.

Oh, God.

I had five more that day.

Feel better, Frank?

You better believe it.

Yes. That's you inside the bank.

Lean as day.

Okay, fine.

Whoever we was working for, they was
crazy.

I mean, they just wanted us to get some
safe deposit box.

Safe deposit box.

There.

Box 595.

Ed, check the list.

Yep.

You're not going to believe this one,
Frank.

Simon Davenport.

So you're saying these two cases are one
case.

Gentlemen, when you joined me to launch
Eden Tech, it was with one goal.

To save the world.

Together we've created technologies to
rival the gods.

Has the world gotten any better?

No.

It's only gotten worse.

Now. When the founding fathers created
this country, they sat in a room like

this, filled with men like us, and
birthed an empire.

The USA.

Yes, that's right. But as years went by,
other people wanted to get into that

room. Fish people.

What? Fish people.

Gills on their necks.

I don't... Like mermen and merwomen.

Mermaids, right. No, stop.

Not fish people.

Ungrateful people.

People that did not earn their seat at
the table.

People not built like the men in this
room.

Crab hands.

They had crab hands instead of fingers.
Stop!

I know what I mean.

So just let me do the talking. This is a
crab hand problem. I've met him. Put

the phone away!

Now, it is time for us to admit that the
path we are on is not working.

The system is broken.

And what does one do when a system is
malfunctioning?

You unplug it.

And then, you plug it in again.

I call it the primordial law of
toughness device.

Let me show you what it's capable of.

Last year, we set up cameras at the
local community center.

Decided to run a little experiment.

The question, what would happen to
modern humans if we reverted their

an original state of nature?

When activated, the device sends an
audio frequency that reduces the brain

its animalistic core.

In this case, the frequency was limited.

But next time, it will spread through
every smart device until the entire

is infected.

As for us, upon detonation, we will
decap to one of my super bunkers around

world, where there will be food and
water and the best live entertainment

world has to offer.

What's up, evil billionaires? I am so
excited to be doing live shows for as

as it takes in the Doomsday Giggle
Bunker Room, located in Block 4 of the

Arizona District.

See you there!

Amish paradise.

And when the embers have died down, any
survivors left will have earned their

place alongside us, and we will return
to a world that has but a blank slate

upon which we can rebuild as the
founding fathers of a new Eden.

Gentlemen.

Lady, this New Year's Eve, I give you...
Project Inferno!

It turned out that Kane's nightclub was
only half a mile from where Simon

Davenport crashed.

And that got me thinking. Maybe he had
been there the night he died.

So I hopped into my new electric cruiser
and told it to head to Malibu.

Warning, please take the wheel.

Warning, please take the wheel.

Warning, please take the wheel.

Warning, please take the wheel. Warning,
please take the wheel.

What's wrong with you people?

What is this city coming to?

What can I get you?

I was wondering if you could help me.

I'm looking for a friend who may have
been here before.

Nah. I haven't seen him.

You hardly looked at it. I saw enough.

You don't remember me, do you?

Should I?

My brother. You shot him.

In the name of justice.

That can literally be thousands of
people. Shot him in the back as he ran

Hundreds. Unarmed. At least 50. He was
white.

So you're Tony Roiland's brother?

That's right.

How is old Tony?

Very serious.

Bad.

Right.

So your friend. Maybe I have seen him.
Maybe I haven't.

I can't remember.

You can't remember, huh?

Nah. Well, maybe this will shock your
memory.

Good.

That's better.

Remember now? Yeah, I remember. He said
in a corner booth he had a drink.

That's all I know.

Where do they keep surveillance footage?

In the back.

But even I'm not allowed in there.

Thank you.

And there she was again.

I had to admit, she was beautiful.

She had a body that carried her head
around and a butt that seemed to say,

hello, I'm a talking butt.

Elegant? Yeah, I'd say so.

But like a teenager with three
babysitting jobs, I didn't need another

babysitting job.

Hello, Lieutenant.

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm doing the same thing you are.

I told you I wasn't going to sit around
and wait.

Listen, this isn't one of your stories.

Average civilian women don't suddenly
solve crimes.

Oh, you read my book.

What do you think?

I think it's a fantasy.

A woman puts on a wig and sunglasses and
suddenly she's an assassin.

But did you enjoy it?

It had some good parts.

Ah, Lieutenant Drebin.

Does he know you're Simon's sister?

Good, let's keep it that way.

What a wonderful surprise.

Fine, thank you.

Beautiful place you've got here.

Can't smell the dead animals at all.

Thank you.

Can I get you a drink?

Just water. It's sparkling.

And who is this stunning creature?

I don't believe we've met.

I'm, uh... This is Miss, um... Cherry...
Roosevelt.

Fat bozo chowing spaghetti.

Oh, what an interesting name.

Yes. Thank you.

So, Lieutenant, what brings you here? I
was hoping you could let me take a look

at your security footage.

Oh, may I ask why?

Go right ahead.

Unfortunately, I can't show you security
footage. Our members trust that we will

provide them with the highest level of
privacy.

I hope you understand.

I'm starting to.

Well... Thank you so much for the drink.
It's getting late. We really must be

going. So soon?

I hope you're not leaving too, Miss
Spaghetti.

Yes,

he's leaving too.

Early morning at Disneyland tomorrow.

She's one of those Disney adults.

Obsessed, really.

Her bed is covered in dolls.

Oh, Miss Spaghetti, please stay for a
drink.

You don't mind.

Do you, Drebin? Be my guest.

Wonderful. I'll get a table.

You get the footage.

I'll get them occupied.

Again, absolutely not.

Oh, thank you.

Wow, this place is amazing.

Oh, thank you.

Miss Spaghetti, may I speak freely?

I prefer English.

You're much too sophisticated for the
likes of Frank Drebin. Oh, I'm not with

Drebin. Oh, well, that's wonderful news.

Yes?

From Bill Cosby's private estate.

That hurt.

Shoot.

Mom, mom, now's not a good time.

Mom, please, I'll call you back.

I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go now.

So, tell me, what have you been working
on lately?

Oh, let's not talk about work.

Let's talk about play.

Do you like jazz? Spaghetti.

Like it.

I love it.

I love it.

Sir.

We've got a problem.

Not now.

Not now.

Yes, sir.

This one's for my electric new friend,
Richard Kane.

Wow.

Sassafras, chicken, and D.

Make it extra lumpy, boys.

I've always said fighting is a lot like
jazz music.

A scat -like improv where one lets
imagination take control of their body.

I'm fine.

There's two things I love. My stay -at
-home girlfriend and Gorilla Nut, an

-drink supplement for men.

fake workouts. You want to get ripped?
All you need is muscle slime. Rub it on

and...

Oh,

look at that.

Who are you, my secret eavesdropping
friend?

Douglas O 'Reilly, investigative
journalist, LA Chronicle.

Seems Mr. Drebin might be more of a
problem than we thought.

Why don't you keep an eye on him?

Make sure he doesn't cause any more
distractions.

Yes, sir.

David, this better be good.

He did what?

Get me Drebin this instant.

Ma 'am, I'm so sorry, but you have to
listen to me.

There's something deeper going on here.

You wake up my husband, I swear to God.
I'm sorry.

What the hell were you thinking,
Trebbeth?

Ricky Dean is a very powerful man, and
he makes a lot of hefty donations to the

city, including the new car you're
driving.

Richard Dean is dirty. He's involved
with the Simon Davenport murder. And by

way, the bank job, too. You're still
working the bank job?

That's it. You're suspended.

Suspended?

But Ronald trained Bill. Exactly.

I've got no choice. I'm putting you on
ice. Two weeks.

Effective immediately.

Now get out.

We're all rooting for you, Ronald.

Give him hell tomorrow.

Rough night?

It's you.

Now tell me, what do you see on the
security footage?

Listen, I feel for you. I really do. But
I had to beat up a lot of henchmen

tonight. Men with daughters.

Oh, come on. You wouldn't even have seen
it if I didn't help you. Help me?

That's rich.

Now, if you'll excuse me. I'm tired. I'm
hungry.

Good night, Miss Davenport.

What if we had a little dinner together?

I sure could go for a...

Slow down, chef.

This turkey burns at 450.

How hot was I cooking?

About a thousand.

Turkey needs slow and low.

Unless you like your center pink.

No, I love my centers pink.

You're not worried the rare meat will
ruin a good stuffing?

As long as you don't mind if I get
salmonella.

Mind it. I prefer it.

I like a thick little boy.

You're not going to stop hounding me,
are you?

Not for a second.

Excuse the mess.

I haven't had the heart to clean since
my wife died.

My condolences.

How did she pass?

Great. Fifty yards easy.

Arm like a cannon.

And then she died.

So we'll never know if she could have
gone pro.

She was the sweetest woman I've ever
known.

She sounds like a saint.

Or maybe a bronco or a 49er.

We would have been happy with anything,
really.

Anyone but the Browns.

It's quite a view you have.

You know, I've been drawn to the hills
ever since I moved here for college.

You see L .A.? I see it every day.

I live here.

I'm afraid I don't have much to offer.

However... All that turkey talk outside?

Got me in a Thanksgiving mood.

I think I have a full turkey around here
somewhere. But my oven is filthy.

I don't mind.

I like a dirty bird.

Mm -hmm.

You weren't lying. This oven is
disgusting.

It sure was fun to talk about the dirty
part, but it would be unsanitary.

Well, hot brine is the most important
part. It sure is.

Uh -oh, this is my buster.

He must have smelled what's going on.

Silly dog, that's not for you.

You.

Okay.

Ah.

It's so strong.

Put that down.

How about some nice stretches instead?

Yes.

Looking in your eyes, I see a paradise.

This world that I found, it's too good
to be true.

Standing here beside you, I want so much
to give you. Love in my heart,

and I'm feeling...

After a relaxing weekend away with Beth,
it was time to get back to the case.

So I called ALA Chronicle News Desk to
follow up on Douglas O 'Reilly, but was

informed that he hadn't made it into
work, so I headed to his apartment.

Douglas O 'Reilly?

Lieutenant Frank Drebin here, police
squad.

Douglas, I stepped in some kind of red
liquid.

You got any paper towels?

I'm dragging it all over your place.

I picked up your knife for you.

Where do you want it?

Press record your name and say I did it.

Lieutenant Frank Drebin.

I did it.

Okay.

O 'Reilly, that you?

O 'Reilly.

And that's when it hit me. Like an
idiot's finished jigsaw puzzle, I was

framed. I needed to clean the crime
scene.

No body, no crime.

Hiding the body was no longer an option.

Freeze!

It's not what it looks like.

It's money!

Drive. Car,

stop it.

I said stop.

Hello, Drebin. Mind if I take the wheel?

Kane, what's going on?

I've taken control of the car.

It's a little trick I have when I want
to fix mistakes.

So that's how Davenport died.

He didn't drive himself off a cliff. You
did. Now you're getting somewhere,

detective. But not before he spilled
your secrets to that reporter.

So you went and killed him, too.

I didn't kill him, Frank.

You did. You're the crazy cop who
stabbed the reporter and then drove

into the ocean.

The hell I am.

There's no escape, Drebin.

I'm just a little sad that you won't be
there to see what I have in store when

the New Year's Eve balls drop.

Oh, well, have a nice trip.

Hi Susan.

Bees! No!

No!

Move!

Out of the way! Move!

Looks like you could use some help.
What?

Open the door!

You got it.

Frank, are you okay? Where are you?
Never mind that. I know how Simon

was killed. It was Richard Kane. He
drove him off the cliff. Well, there's a

warrant out for your arrest.

They're claiming that you killed a
reporter.

Say it isn't so. It ain't so, Ed.

Here's another thing, Frank. The mayor
got wind of this whole mess, and they're

pulling our funding.

What? We bought a shutdown effective
immediately.

This is all because of me. I'll fix
this. Do me a favor, Frank. Lay low.

You got it. Thank you, Ed.

Excuse me. Do you have a phone I could
use?

Thanks.

As soon as I could, I called Beth to
break her the news.

It wasn't easy, but I hoped it would
bring her some peace.

Thanks.

What the hell, man?

Frank.

Thank you.

God, you're hurt.

It's nothing.

Don't be silly. Come in.

This is all I could find.

Might sting a bit.

Go for it.

It's okay. Keep going.

Okay.

Kane said he had something big in store
tomorrow for New Year's Eve.

I'm willing to bet it's whatever Simon
was trying to warn us about.

What do you mean, something big?

I don't know.

But people could be in danger.

I see.

Frank, I have a confession.

When my brother called me before he
died, he told me some things that I

told you.

To what?

He told me he was working on some kind
of therapeutic device.

Helped him to calm people down. But he
was worried now that someone could use

to do the opposite.

Calm people up?

He didn't say. Just told me that if
anything were to happen to him, I needed

do whatever it took to stop the device.

Those were his last words to me. So
that's why you inserted yourself into my

investigation? Well, at first.

And that's why you showed up at the
Bengal Club?

Yes.

And that's why you pretended to love me?

No, Frank.

No, how could you say that?

I can't believe I opened myself up to
love again.

I wrote that whole song about it. I
rented studio space.

Don't go, please.

Frank, please.

Look at me.

What is that?

That's my TiVo that I lent you yesterday
so that you could watch season one of

Buffy, so you could start getting my
references.

I know that, Frank. And I specifically
told you not to plug it into the

Internet. Oh.

Oh?

That's an Ethernet cord going from my
TiVo directly into your router, where

Internet comes from. I was just trying
to plug it into the electricity. And now

they might be expired. That means gone.

No musical special.

No sander.

No spike.

No Cordelia Chase.

No Daniel Oz Osborne. No Willow meets
her doppelganger episode.

Nothing. Sorry, I didn't know they were
so... Frank,

we're in the middle of an important
conversation.

Just stand there.

They're gone.

It's okay, it's just a landlord.

I'll get it.

Hello? It's Ed.

I've got something. Okay.

I'll be right there.

Ed had dug through the bank footage and
identified a man who'd slipped out the

back, who also happened to be Kane's
head of security and right -hand man.

If anyone knew Kane's plan, it would be
him.

We needed to get him alone and put the
squeeze on.

But we had to do it on our own way.

Off the books. We're on our way now.

You're not my normal driver.

This isn't my normal car.

That's not my normal guy.

This isn't the normal way I force.

He's waking up. What day is it?

January 2nd. You've been here for three
days.

Three days.

Can you turn that up, please?

That won't be necessary, nurse.

Hello, Mr.

Gustafsson. You surprised to see me.

Your little plan, it didn't work out.

We stopped it. The good guys won.

King's in jail.

And here's the bad news for you.

He's singing.

He told us you killed Simon Davenport
and that reporter.

There's talk you might get the chair for
this.

You're lying.

Am I? Mm -hmm. Then tell me what really
happened.

Yeah, right.

Tough guy, huh?

You know what happens to big, pretty
boys like you and San Quentin?

Ooh, they're gonna love you.

What are you talking about?

Oh, yeah, I've seen it a hundred times.

Massive cutie pie like you, you'll be
very popular.

First day in, probably have your mugshot
go viral online.

The sexy jailbird.

Congrats, you're famous.

Okay. Then one day, your new fan army
finds a legal loophole, and suddenly,

you're free. You're back on the streets.

That's not bad. Only now, you've got an
image to uphold.

The sexy jailbird.

Sick of bite of carbs. Hello,
intermittent fasting.

You like ramen? Well, it's all broth for
you, baby.

Not to mention, there's a new sexy
jailbird now.

And he's all about body positivity.

He's eating burgers on the prison
Instagram when you're starving to death.

your brand is skinny. You can't change
course now.

So you decide to end it.

Bang! Bullet in the head.

I wouldn't do that. But you miss.

You only get the part of the brain that
regulates farts.

Now you're a new meme, farting guy.

Is that what you want? To be farting
guy? No. Come on. Tell me, farting guy.

love it. No. Tell me. Stop it. You love
it. It was all Kate's plan. It wasn't my

plan.

What was?

The blast of frequency.

You know, it would infect people's
brains and turn them into savages.

And where was it going to do that? At
the WWFC fight.

Downtown. Midnight.

Whoever's going to put their device in
the New Year's balls?

The balls.

Hey, where are you going?

I want a lawyer, okay?

I'm sorry that we framed you. I'm sorry.

Did you get all that?

Every word.

I don't have much time.

It's only 90 minutes until New Year's.
What? What is happening?

How is getting a confession like this
legal?

Sometimes to get the job done, you have
to break the law.

I do it all the time.

Did we get all that? We got it.

Hello?

Internal affair.

You're under arrest for the illegal
detainment of Sigurd Dotson.

No. So you set me up.

Impressive. Just one thing.

How were you able to build these sets so
quickly?

I just told some city contractors that
I'd pull their licenses if they didn't

help us.

Did you get all that?

Loud and clear.

Hector Gutierrez, Department of
Occupational Safety and Health. Officer

you are under arrest.

Five minutes down there is the horn
signifying the end of round one. This

is no hopping, John.

All right, very exciting stuff, but we
are now thrilled to be joined in the

broadcast booth by one of the most
vicious bare -knuckle brawlers from the

season of WWFC, Dan the Bloody
Widowmaker Daly. Welcome, Dan.

It's weird. I left my wife at home, and
she was wearing makeup.

Said she didn't have any plans.

What do you think that's about?

I don't know.

Me neither.

And of course, none of this will be
possible without tonight's sponsor, Eden

Tech's Richard Kay.

The boys in the lab loaned me these
special earplugs. They block digital

frequency. So if that bomb does go off,
we're protected.

Nice work.

Now, where's Kane?

Kane is in the skybox.

What about backup?

There is no backup.

What? You're wanted for murder. But
Gustafson confessed.

We'd go worse, too. Haven't you ever
heard of the Miranda rights? What? I'm

pretty sure it's Carrie that writes.

Miranda is a lawyer.

Charlotte's an art dealer.

And Samantha's a whore.

What? What is it? I've been trying to
call Beth for hours. She's not picking

I just hope she's okay.

Yes?

Oh. Please.

Can I help you?

Remember me?

Well, hello, Miss Cherry Roosevelt Fat
Bozo Charming Spaghetti.

I, uh, love your new look.

Thank you.

Please, join me.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Check. I'm on my way to the balls. Okay,
Frank. Com's working.

I'm in permission.

We have 25 minutes.

Hey, one beer, please.

We're closed.

Come on. One beer's not going to kill
you.

One beer.

Get lost.

How much?

It's free. Just get the hell out of
here.

Ed, do you hear me? I can hear you,
Frank.

Uh -oh.

I think one of Kane's goons is up there.

Frank, can you hear me?

Somebody's up there, Frank. I'm telling
you, it's up there, Frank.

Is that it?

Never mind.

Gentlemen, we've been over the rules in
the back. I expect you to fight clean,

fight hard, fight fair. All right, the
tension in this arena is palpable. The

moment of truth is here, folks.

Straight to a voicemail. I bet she's
with Gary. Let me use your phone. She

know your number.

Are you ready?

Get it on.

Yeah, let's go.

Read any good books lately, Miss
Spaghetti?

Or should I say, Miss Davenport?

I especially like the part where the
erudite housewife transforms herself

would -be assassin seeking revenge.

Hiding a gun in her garter belt.

And another in the small of her back.

And a shotgun in her beautiful brunette
wig.

Tie her up.

I'm at the balls.

Gonna look for the device.

Nice work, Frank.

Hey, you got free beer?

No, there's not free... Oh, boy.

Gotta be in here somewhere.

Hey,

come in.

Go on, take it and go.

Frank, can you hear me?

I think I see it, Dad.

It looks as though we're having some
technical difficulties with the New

Eve ball.

I can't quite reach.

Uh... Look at this!

The pipes are off!

What the hell is going on?

I believe the TV networks have blurred
what's happening here, so for those of

you back home, I will try to paint a
picture.

The legs themselves are pale and white,
sprinkled with cinnamon soft hair.

Now turning our gaze to the middle,
where we find something quite

The main event, if you will. A grand
bratwurst, fit for the imperial court of

the Kaiser himself.

Or maybe a loaf of unbaked bread,
wearing an afro wig.

I got it.

I got it. Okay, I'm going to get out.

Trevin. All right, get security down
there now. Nothing to see here, folks.

Police business. Please, carry on. All
right, buddy. Time to go.

Now listen to me good.

My name is Frank Trevin from Police
Squad.

Trevin! This event is now over.

Everyone vacate the premises
immediately.

Now. Okay, play time's over. Give me the
mic. Don't take another step, buddy.

That's it.

You like watching a real man kick ass?

Frank, get the hell out of there. You've
got company.

All right. Goodbye, everyone.

Have a good night.

All right. You, you, come with me.

Tell everybody to put in their frequency
plugs.

And her, too.

We don't want her going crazy in here,
do we? What do you see, Frank?

The device has some lights on it.

Various holes.

It weighs about two and a half chili
dogs.

It's got some sort of timer on it.
Synced up to midnight.

Hello, detective.

Easy now.

What's up?

Stop right there.

Don't do it. Make one more move and I'll
blow its freaking computer brains all

over this floor. Think about it, Drebin.

Everything I'm doing is for guys like
us. Guys like us?

Yes. Powerful, righteous men.

Actually, give it down.

Come on, Frank.

You said it yourself.

The world was better before.

What have you done?

Four wheels move the body.

Two wheels move the soul. All right.

Famous quote I got from Quilts .com.

Hey, Bob.

Yeah. What do you want me to do with
her?

Leave her here.

She'll be dead by morning.

You fellas know how to ride, right?

Let's do it. Yeah.

Stay back.

I don't want to hurt you.

Thank you.

Help me, Daddy. What'll we do?

Come on!

We're now waiting!

Woo -hoo!

Just like old times!

Come on!

Let me get this guy first.

Got him.

Okay, this guy on the right.

Come on, Daddy.

Enough playing around.

Oh, thanks.

That's him. A little lower.

Here.

Okay, here.

You've got a clear shot.

Take it.

That was so much. You still got it,
Daddy.

Thank you, Daddy.

This evening you've done, Kane.

It's not too late to stop this madness.

This isn't madness, Drebin.

This is progress.

Progress? The needs of the few should
never outweigh the needs of the many. It

was the time when you knew that.

So it's come to this.

The culmination of our journey.

All this, this stuff that's taken place
between you and me.

This, uh... Thanks, David. I got it for
you. I'm so sorry. I messed up the lines

a little bit. No problem. You did great.

See you Sunday? See you Sunday.

Okay, Kane.

Please, no!

Stop me! Stop! I'm not even in the
movie!

Anyway, look at us. Isn't this
beautiful?

Exactly as nature intended.

Two great Kodiak bears facing one
another in an epic battle for dominance.

If it's a fight you want, very well.

You hit the soft part of my belly.

What the hell?

Have you ever actually been in a fight
before?

Yeah, I have.

Oh, my God. I think I'm going to barf.

Is that normal?

You want to keep fighting?

What? No.

My tummy still hurts a lot.

Well, in that case, I'm going to arrest
you. You can't arrest me.

You still didn't catch me. There's
nowhere to run. I won't be running.

I'll be flying!

Mr.

Kane.

You're under arrest.

They won't be hurting anyone anymore.

It's over.

Not for me, it isn't.

No.

Please.

Think about this, Beth.

Killing him won't fix anything.

Why should I let him live?

It won't bring Simon back.

You don't know that for sure.

You're right.

Anything is possible.

But you have to let the justice system
do its job.

That's rich coming from you.

The truth is, Beth, once you kill a man
for revenge, there's no going back.

It stays with you forever, following you
like a shadow.

A voice in your head saying over and
over, man, that was awesome.

So put the gun down, if not for me, then
for us, for our future together.

I love you, Beth.

Don't throw it all away for a few
seconds of the best feeling you would

have in your life.

Do it.

Now I'll wake up.

You got the promotion.

Bring it in.

Not bad for a stuttered old fool.

I guess old men really are the toughest,
smartest, most capable, sexiest beings

on the planet.

Oh, Frank, you've made me a very happy
woman.

Me too.

As a result of Lieutenant Frank Drebin's
heroic work on New Year's Eve, I am

happy to announce that police squad is
back with a renewed commitment to

accountability and justice.

And in that spirit, we will not ignore
Lieutenant Drebin's questionable actions

on the days leading up to the event.

And right now, Frank Drebin is being
subject to a rigorous and thorough

investigation.

Thank you

Here's

to us

What is happening?

James.

Come on.

Taylor?

Are you all right?

What's happening, Frank?

I'm scared.

Okay, honey. We'll get to the bottom of
this.

Oh, God.

Wake up, you piece of shit!

Keep it together.

Wait a second.

What is this?

Can you hear that music?

Yeah.

What the heck are you people?

Have you been watching us this whole
time?

You see me in shorts?

Don't step back on me, please.

This goes out to a very special lady.

Beth, you are the love of my life.

I want to make you my wife.

Sweet Beth, you opened my

heart up to loving again.

You did that?

You know, I've never really been in a
professional recording studio before.

What did it do?

Oh, that's nice. That's got a good sound
to it, huh?

No, no, no. I don't need to touch it.
It's fine.

Beth.

Oh, top shelf curves.

And the brains to boot.

And boots.

That would top my brain's top ten list.

A boot boot and the curvy brains that
bought them.

Also breasts.

My sweet Beth.

When I first saw you in my office.

I kept thinking about your body.

Cause I didn't yet know your mind.

I don't mind.

My sweet Beth.

It is just fun to play those things.

Do you mind if I pick up this guitar?

I always wished I knew how to... Hey!

Oh, here we go.

You know, it's surprisingly easy.

Ow! It kind of hurts your fingertips.

No one tells you about that part.

My sweet Beth.

Thank you, Beth, for opening up my
heart.

I love again.

I just had to get one more.

Everyone put your hands together for the
world's last living entertainer, Weird

Al Yankovic!

How's everybody doing tonight?

Hello?

Anybody here?

Cain?

Evil billionaires?

Crab hands guy?