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Oh, Carlton. What
a great housewarming gift.

We could really use these, um,

steak knives? Those are
Ninja Kunai throwing blades

for use in case
of home invasion.

I suppose you could also
use them to carve animal flesh.

Especially if said animal
was invading your home.

Hmm.
Uh! Thanks.

What's this? Oh! Oh!

Giant clown gloves! Finally a
house-warming gift we can use.

Shawn, these are oven mitts.

Thank you, Mom. Thank you,
Lloyd. You're so welcome, sweetie.

Well, I... I. I believe a
person can't be too careful

when baking.
Which reminds me

of a very interesting
story about a client of mine,

and he owned a...

A donut shop, I believe,
that was in receivership.

Lloyd.
And...

Oh, I'm sorry. It's not... It's
not the time for one of my

accounting anecdotes.
Honestly, sweetie, it never is.

Besides, I didn't marry
you for your jokes.

I married you because you're
honest and dependable and

not to mention incredibly sexy.

Mom.

Well, I think that's it
for the gifts, everybody.

Help yourselves to an authentic

Mexican buffet compliments
of my dear father

and the ladies from
"Hole Mole". Ah!

That's what I'm talking about!

A fan of Baja
California, huh, Lloyd?

Oh. Uh. Yes, well, um,
I'm a bit of a geography nut.

You see with this
new phone I can dial up

maps from all over the world.

Uh, would you like to
see Swedish Lapland?

Boy, would I. Just
hold on a second.

Let's see if
I can... Get it.

Go ahead.
I dare ya. Nothing

gets past...

Don't worry, I'll go
and fix us a plate.

You know, babe, you're a much
better tennis player than me.

True.

It's amazing how fast
our lives change, huh?

You move in with Jules, I
found the woman of my dreams.

Who neglected to tell you
she had a seven year old.

I gotta give it to you, buddy. You sure
are acting calm, all things considered.

That's because I'm
not acting, Shawn.

I'm cool with it.
I'm a family man now.

Gus, don't be the remake
of "Yours, Mine and Ours".

For that matter, don't
be the original either.

It's okay to admit that you're
freaking out on the inside.

Maybe you don't understand
because you don't have any children yet.

Don't worry, buddy, it'll
happen for you some day.

They grow up
so fast, don't they?

You met him a week ago.

I tell you Juliet,

I really expected your step
dad to be a little different.

I thought Lloyd would
be a little bit more like...

Awesome?
Like Frank?

Frank was a low-life
con-man. No offense, sweetie.

None taken. I think
he was talking to me.

All right.

I'm gonna go check on Lloyd.

See where those drinks are.

You know, Jules, first of
all, there is no longer a you.

It's just us.
We live as one now.

As a matter of fact, we should
start thinking of a singular name

that covers both of us.
"Juli-hawn" or,

"Shaw-niet". There's
also "Sh-ules",

if you're a fan of brevity.
Yeah, we're not doing that.

When Maryanne and I first met,

I was a councilman
for a company.

And I found so
many discrepancies.

But the one thing that
I said to Maryanne...

You gotta admit, it'd be fun if the
two of them became friends though?

Come on. My dad
could use a new buddy.

Look, if a friendship
evolves, great.

But I think we should stay out
of it and let it happen naturally.

You're right.
Yeah.

Yeah, hello, this, uh, this
is Luther's, right? All right.

I'd like to make a lunch
reservation for two,

my father and his soon
to be new best friend. Wait.

Sorry, man. I'm not a
fan of nature. All right?

It's slow, it's overrated.

Hello?

Hey, Henry, it's Lloyd.

Listen, I'm gonna
be a little late

to the restaurant. I have to
pick up a package at a mailbox

place over on Presidio.

Oh, I know that place.

It's right around the
corner from where I live.

Why don't I just pick
it up on the way over.

Oh, no, I couldn't
ask you to do that.

Hey, it's no problem.
Are you sure?

No trouble at all.

You promise?
Lloyd,

I could have already
gotten it by now.

Okay.
The number is 227.

Now, it's easier if you just give
'em the number and not my name.

All right? Two,
two, seven. Got it.

You wanna write that
down? Lloyd, I said I got it.

I'm not senile, you
know. No, I only say that

because I... I sometimes have
trouble remembering things.

It's 227. Did I say that? Lloyd,

I'm hanging up now.

Okay, did I say 227?

Hello?

Hey there. I need
to pick up a package.

Box number?
Two, two...

What was that third number?

Six?

You're asking me?

I can't believe
I forgot the damn number.

Maybe I am going senile.

Anyway, it's under Lloyd French.

Yeah.
Thank you.

Get in.

Damn, they're gone!

- What the hell is happening?
- Buckle up, Henry!

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro,

Forgot the number, didn't you?

You're seriously gonna blame
me for what just happened?

Don't worry. They
won't come after us.

How do you know?
This is their car.

All right, Lloyd. Do you wanna
tell me what the hell's going on?

Well, as far as I can make out,

those Mexican gentlemen
want what's in this package.

No crap! What's in
there? What is it? Drugs?

Oh no, no.

The contents
are nothing illegal.

No. You have
my word on that.

Well, your word means diddly
squat to me right now, Lloyd.

I'll bet you're not
even an accountant.

I most certainly am.

In fact, if you ever need your
taxes done, in fact I have a...

Whoa! Hands on
the wheel, Lloyd!

All right, Lloyd.
What's going on, really?

I'm delivering this
package to an old friend

in exchange for forgiveness of a

somewhat size able
gambling debt.

How size able? Oh,

somewhere between one
and ten million dollars.

Who are you calling?
Lassiter,

to report all this.

Could you do me a big favor

and hold off on that?
I'm asking you as a friend.

Friends don't lie to friends
and then get them shot at, Lloyd.

You know, I just
had major surgery.

I'm sure this is not good
for my healing process.

Yeah, can you, excuse
me. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

That was wrong of me.

Gimme one good reason I
shouldn't punch you in the face.

Glass jaw, winning smile.

Please don't.

All right.
Hear me out.

Then we can go to
the cops, I promise.

You got one minute.

This is my last debt.

All I have to do
is deliver this package,

and my slate is clean.

And you expect me to believe
what's in this box is not illegal.

I swear on Juliet's life.
Maryanne, Juliet, the boys.

They all think that
I'm this boring accountant.

Finding out I'm just another
Frank is gonna kill them.

Please.

And afterward, we drive
straight to the police station.

Absolutely.

I was thinking of a
pinkberry on the way back,

Lloyd, don't push it.

I smell cumin.

I specifically
asked for no cumin.

Mmm, what smells so
good? It smells like cumin.

Help yourself.
Sweet.

What're you doing here, man?

I thought you were spending the
day with Rachael and Maximus.

Oh, I'm on a break while she
takes him to the eye doctor.

Gotta give him credit, man.

The way you're
handling this whole thing,

if it was me, I'd be freaking
out that she has a kid.

I'm the exact opposite.

In fact, I wish Rachael
had more kids.

I wish we were
the black Von Trapps.

O'Hara,
we got a call. What is it?

Shots fired outside a
mailbox place on Presidio.

I know that place.
It's near my dad's.

Really? Well,
that's interesting

the witness described a middle-aged
bald guy in a Costco Hawaiian shirt

fleeing the scene,
getting into a Cadillac SUV

being driven by another
middle-aged bald guy

in a yellow tie. You set up
a lunch for them, didn't you?

I thought we agreed to
let things happen naturally.

Okay, first of all, why is
everyone so high on nature?

And what's the harm in the two of them
sitting down to a nice gentlemen's lunch?

Because Lloyd is
a former gambling addict,

and I'm pretty sure
he's up to his old tricks.

Wait a minute.

"One Can Never Be Too
Careful While Baking" Lloyd?

Yes, I did a background
check on him

when he started dating my mom.

He'd been clean, so I
didn't want to tell her.

Is it weird that I like
Lloyd a little bit more now?

That is weird.

Put an APB on the caddy.

I'm heading over to
the mailbox place now.

I am coming with you.

Dude, you don't have
to come. Oh, no, it's cool.

Seriously, you should
go be with your family.

Argh, I'm suffocating, Shawn.

Last week I was my own man.

Now, every time I turn
around, there they are.

I don't want to be
the black Von Trapps,

I want to be I Am Legend,
that's the truth of the matter.

You want to be the only man
left in a post-apocalyptic world.

Just take me with you.

Go, Henry.

Lloyd, what're we doing here?

Where is your friend?
Close by.

Whoa, whoa, hey, Lloyd.

Lloyd, you never said anything
about taking an airplane.

Fairly certain I did.

No, you said "One stop."
Yes, exactly.

We get in the plane, and
then we make one stop.

That's not what you said.

Okay, fine.
Agree to disagree.

You lied to me.
My friend lives

just a short way from here.

We'll get back
before you know it.

Out of the plane, Lloyd.

We really should be going.
We're not going anywhere.

You're under arrest. Henry,
we're practically family.

And need I remind you, you're not even
a cop anymore.

Let's go, Henry!

Whoa! Lloyd! Lloyd!

Wait! Wait!

Damn it!

Detective Lassiter, SBPD.

I'm gonna need the tapes from
your store's security cameras.

Pronto.

Let's go, squirrel-face.
Tapes. Crime is money.

Lassiter.

Lloyd is still not picking up.

Yeah, I'm just getting
my dad's voicemail again.

Are you getting anything

to help us figure out who
might be shooting at them?

Unfortunately, Indian food
impairs my gift.

Especially curried crab.
I'm crab blocked.

Hey, why didn't you tell me
about Lloyd's shady past earlier?

I was embarrassed for my mom.

She has the worst track
record when choosing men,

and not just Lloyd and my dad.

First, there was
Joe the embezzler.

Then Al the drunken pickpocket.

And then Steve, who sold
defective above-ground pools.

Above-ground pools?
Yeah.

That is quite a streak.

All I know is that
relationships are tough.

And sometimes, a man
just needs his space.

Dude, you were with Rachael
and Maximus for what, half a day?

Shawn, time is relative.
It's semantics.

I don't think it's
semantics. You don't know.

All right, call came
in from an employee

at a private airfield
out on Route 7.

Apparently a single-engine
plane just took off

with two men matching
Henry and Lloyd's description.

They were also being
shot at by a bunch of guys

matching the description
from our shooters here.

Oh, my God, this
is just getting worse.

Did they say where
they were headed?

They didn't file a flight plan.

Can we track them with radar?
Transponder's been turned off.

But it took off to the south,

and they've only got enough
fuel for about 300 miles.

A fan of Baja,
California, huh, Lloyd?

I'm a bit of a geography nut.

I'm no longer crab blocked.
I know where they're going.

What?

Don't worry, Henry.

Things are gonna go much
smoother from here on in.

Oh, you look tired.
Why don't you grab a nap?

You stole this airplane,
you stole the Cadillac.

Those are felonies.
You are in big trouble.

Oh, relax.
No one stole anything.

I rented this plane,
and I'm fairly certain

those Hispanic gentlemen stole
that Cadillac from someone else.

That should make
you feel better.

It doesn't. Not one
bit. Well, then this will.

After we deliver the
package, lunch is on me.

Because I know
a place down here.

It makes a delicious
chicken sandwich.

Is that the border fence?
Did we just cross the border?

Well, if you ask me, we
should get rid of that fence.

You know?
This is America.

It's the land of equal
opportunity. Let everybody in!

Am I wrong, here? You didn't
say anything about going to Mexico.

I did too. I said, "My
friend lives to the south."

That's it. Turn the plane
around. No, no, I can't do that.

We're practically
there. And...

Uh-oh, good thing, too,
because we are almost out of fuel.

What? What... I survived
a bullet to the chest

only to go down
in a fiery plane crash?

No one is going to crash.

I've done this so many
times on the simulator.

Simulator?

Are you telling me that you've
never actually landed a plane?

Not that many times.

Not ever.

This look even to you?

This is pretty even,
right? Okay, here we go...

Whoops, that's too much.

Ah, that's too little.

And they say to breathe.

And... How you doing?
You all right?

All right. That
wasn't so bad, was it?

Smooth sailing from here on in.

Hello, Lloyd.
Welcome to Mexico.

Easy, easy, easy.
Oh, that hurts.

Oh, come on.

I'm surprised to see you, Lloyd.

You're not a very
popular person down here.

Your friend used to bet on
every bull fight and card game

from here to Cabo San Jose.

He was also known for leaving
town without paying his debts.

First of all,
he's not my friend.

That's a bit harsh,
don't you think?

Lamas, maybe you haven't
heard I don't gamble anymore,

I haven't for years, and I
paid back everything I owe.

Really? Then what are
you doing here, Lloyd?

I could not be more innocent.

You see, Henry
and I came down here

to pick up some of your
excellent Coca-Cola.

I don't know why,
but yours tastes better.

It's because we use real sugar.

But I know that is not
why you are here.

Word has it you're here to
deliver a very important package

to Pablo Nuñez.

That Pablo Nuñez?

I happen to know you
still owe him mucho dinero.

And I think in this package
are the engraving plates

recently stolen
from the U.S. Mint.

The same plates Pablo has
been trying to get his hands on.

Well, this is worse
than I thought, Lloyd.

You've involved me in a
serious federal crime, here.

Henry, I admit I haven't
always been up front with you,

but I swear to you on Juliet's
life... Stop swearing on her life!

The plates are not in that box.

And I'm supposed
to believe that. Yes.

Believe I've earned that.
After all, I've saved your life.

What? No, I'm gonna
go a step further.

I've improved your life.

How the hell have
you made my life better?

Well, for starters,
you're on vacation.

And you're already getting
the basis of a really nice tan.

There's only one way
to find out the truth.

Cuff links? That's
what's in the box?

You are lucky that I
got to you first, amigos.

Because if you were to try
to pass this off to Pablo,

when he thought he was
getting the engraving plates,

you would have
a serious problem.

Well, as I said, we're
just down here for pop.

Can we go now?

Yes.

But forget about
your delicious soda,

straighten out your
flight plan, and leave

before something muy
malo happens to you guys.

That's exactly what
we're going to do, Lloyd.

Thank you, Lamas.
May I?

Thank you for your time.

Shawn, I can't believe
you made me stop

and pick up these chickens.

Look, Jules, you can't find
prices like this in the states.

We actually would've lost
money by not buying them.

Chickens, son.

My God, my mom is
gonna be so devastated

when she learns
the truth about Lloyd.

People aren't always
as they seem.

I mean, look at me.

I seem like this
great dad and whatnot.

The truth is
I abandoned my family.

I'm a black stereotype.

So many things wrong
with that statement,

I don't even know
where to begin.

Actually, that's
not true at all.

You're no one's father.
Shawn, it's semantics.

No, it's not semantics. Yes,
it is, Shawn, it's semantics.

Would you two stop jabbering and
start looking for Henry and Lloyd?

Look, Lassiter did me a solid,

and he's holding off
the chief for 24 hours,

so we have to find them. You
already told us that in the car, Jules.

Well, I need
to cover my bases, Gus.

For who?

Think we need to go this way.

Yes, sir.

- Thank you.
- De nada.

Oh, Henry,

you gotta try one of these.

San Carlos is known
for its sopapillas.

I'm not hungry, Lloyd.

Mmm, your taste buds
will thank you.

See, what you do is
you take a little honey,

and you put it
right in the middle,

and bam! You are in
Mexican pastry heaven.

I don't want any
damn sopapillas, Lloyd.

What I want to know is how the
hell we're gonna get outta here.

We have no car, no money...

No shoelaces.

I still don't understand why
Lamas had to confiscate mine.

Oh, yeah, well, that's standard
Mexican police procedure.

That's why whenever
I'm down here,

I make sure to wear loafers.

Well, that's a lot of help
to me now. Thank you.

Come on. Come on.

Have a sopapilla.

Hi, I'm Mr. Sopapilla.

I would like you to eat me.

Come on, eat me.

Eat me.

I smell something.

Battered...

Fried...

Sweet.

Sopapillas!
Oh, my God.

Mmm, one more.

Come on, you
know you want it. No.

And why are you still wearing
that stupid jacket in this heat?

It's like a steam bath
down here. Take it off.

Call me old-fashioned, but
I believe a man should look

well-dressed wherever he
happens to be. Whatever.

Don't worry, Henry.

We're gonna get out of
this. Something will happen.

It always does.
You see?

Dos, por favor.
No más.

¡Hombre!

That's... In Spanish.
Oh, man!

What?

Was your last customer American?

- Amer... ¿Americano?
- Sí, compró seis.

Ah. I have no idea
what he's saying.

What did he look like?

Muy elegante.

That's Lloyd.

And was he with
another man? El baldo?

Wearing a, uh, camiseta...
Costco?

Si.

¿Dónde?

Yeah, yeah.

Gra... Gracias. Gracias.

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

Do they observe the
10-second rule down here?

Oh, no.
Yeah.

Stop it.

Lloyd.

Pablo.
Nuñez.

It is so good to
see you, my friend.

You, too. You, too.

Is that what I
think it is? Yes, sir.

Is that the package I have
been searching so intently for?

Yes.

And by "yes," he
means it's "a package,"

not necessarily
"the package."

Lloyd...

I ask you to bring me
something really important.

Something other men have
died trying to get their hands on.

And you...

Totally delivered!

Yeah!

Wait...

All you really ever wanted
was a pair of crappy cufflinks?

Crappy?

Uh, please, Pablo.

My friend Henry doesn't understand
how valuable those are to you.

These cufflinks belonged to my
father, a poor, hard-working man

who always taught me
to do the honest thing.

It's not his fault
I never listened.

I crack them up.

Anyway...

His dying wish was to be
buried wearing these cufflinks.

He believed a man
should look his best,

wherever he may be.

Couldn't agree more.

At the funeral, some lowdown dog

stole them off my father's body.

Probably my cousin Pedro.

Or my other cousin Pedro.

Or his daughter, Pedrita.

They have been
missing for years.

When Lloyd told me
he could track them down,

I say,
"This is impossible."

Well, here they are.

Tell me, who did you
have to kill to get these?

Oh, no, no.

It mostly involved googling,
trolling around on eBay.

But the point is
you have them back,

and my debt to you
is forgiven, yes?

Consider it paid in full, amigo!

Oh, that is wonderful news.
Do you hear that, Henry?

My... My slate has finally
been wiped clean.

That's great. Uh,
Lloyd, could we go now?

Go? No, no,
we must celebrate.

I have a feast prepared. I just
installed a discotheque in my basement.

No, you are staying
the night as my guests.

Well, that sounds
really tempting,

but my truck is parked at a
meter, and I...

You refusing my hospitality?

What Henry meant was, uh,

we would love to stay,
wouldn't we, Henry?

I never say no to disco.

Detective Lamas.
Juliet O'Hara, Santa Barbara P.D.

We would like to report a
kidnapping. Really? Of who?

Our fathers.
Our padres.

Did you see this happen?

No, but we have strong
reason to believe they were taken.

We would really appreciate
it if you would run a check

on all late-model Range
Rovers in the area.

I am sorry. There is no
evidence to warrant such a search,

and my staff
is overworked as it is.

Ah. Enjoy that age.

It's a great one.

What grade is your
son in? Second?

He does not go to school.

He is too busy making those
sneakers you're wearing.

I kid you.

He's a doctor.

I kid you again.

You're so gullible.

Detective Lamas,
I did see it happen.

But not with these eyes.

With this one.

Shawn Spencer, psychic.

El psychico?

I do not believe in such things.

Contrary to your
stereotype of Mexicanos,

we are not all
superstitious idiots

who stand at the window
looking out for the Chupacabra.

Hey, who does he remind you of?

Eric Estrada?
No.

The Mexican version of Lassiter.

I gotta figure out a way
to get him to help us.

I'm getting some very powerful psychic
vibrations about the people in this room.

For starters,

Detective Ortiz is about
to go into a diabetic coma.

You ate sugar?
I only had one bite.

Guzman is back on caffeine.
Can't help it. Get sleepy.

And there is not one, but dos

inter-office romances
happening here.

And both of them
involve Detective Lamas.

A married man.

- Diablo.
- Sí.

Nice to meet you.

Giant clown gloves.
Finally, a housewarming gift we can use.

They're oven mitts.

I am also sensing that Detective
Lamas has not been truthful with us.

Our fathers, our padres
were here, weren't they?

Your skills are very impressive.

Okay, I admit it.

They were here earlier,
and if they were kidnapped,

it was probably by Pablo Nuñez.

It is widely known
Pablo has been seeking

the engraving plates
stolen from the U.S. Mint.

And I believe that Lloyd
and um, the bald one...

Were trying to fool Pablo into
believing they have the plates.

Do you have an address
for this Pablo Nuñez?

Pablo?

Lives in a compound guarded
by his own personal army.

We could really use your help
in getting our fathers out of there.

That I cannot do. I cannot risk
the lives of my men, however,

if you were to find out

that the plates
were on the premises,

I could call in reinforcements.

I see.

And I take it this

Pablo Nuñez's compound is
located at this "Las Grave-das"?

- Gravedas.
- Grav-grav-daz?

Gravedas.
Gramedes.

Gravedas.
Gravedas.

Yes.
"Jess"

- Yes.
- I believe it's a soft "J ."

Yes.
And it's located there.

No.

That is where Pablo's men
shoot his enemies and bury them.

Usually first thing
in the morning.

While the Chupacabra sleeps.

Well, that's great.

Thank you for the hospitality.

It was wonderful.

I gotta say I had
a really great time.

That lobster thermador,

oh, it practically melted
in my mouth. Wonderful.

Are you sure you don't
want to stay any longer?

Well...
We could play tennis,

have a swim, and it's Tuesday,

which is the night
we play celebrity.

Oh, I love that game.

Yeah, well, we really have
to get back. Let's go, Henry.

All right. It's been a pleasure.

Come back anytime.

You.
Yes.

Stay out of trouble, huh?
I'll... I'll try.

- Thank you again.
- Adiós.

Jeez, what's the rush?

Is that...

The stolen engraving plates.

I came across them when I
was looking for the bathroom.

Lamas didn't know that
Pablo already had them.

Wait, wait, you stole the
engraving plates from Pablo Nuñez?

Are you out of your mind? At
first I was afraid to take them,

but then I said, "What would
Henry do in this situation?"

So, I did it, I took them.
I knew you'd be proud.

Run!

Hey! Hey!

Serpico, Henry!

Serpentine, you idiot!

Figure eight!

Let's get to
the truck, the truck!

What're you waiting for?
Let's go, let's go!

Ah, I never learned a stick.

What, you can fly a plane,
but you can't handle a stick?

No.

Move over.

Careful, I have...
Okay, okay.

I got it. I got it.

Oh, hey, Nacho. Oh!

I should make you dig yours and
mine for getting us into this mess.

I don't know if this is the appropriate
time to be pointing fingers, Henry.

When exactly would be
the appropriate time, Lloyd?

We're about to die.

I usually don't come out for
the killings, which shows you how

special you are to me, Lloyd.

And Henry, I was only
starting to get to know you,

but I was impressed
with the dance moves

last night on the dance floor.

What was that dance?
Cabbage patch.

Yes, cabbage patch.

Chico and Nacho can't stop.

All right, so what
are we gonna do?

What's your plan?
What?

What's the plan?

There's no plan.

But I'm open to suggestions.
What are your thoughts?

Me? You're the expert
in this situation.

All right. I'll come
up with something.

Well?

I've got nothing.
Total blank.

What do you see?

I think, Lloyd and my father
are digging their own graves.

It's grim.

But Pablo's henchmen appear
to be doing the cabbage patch.

Okay, we don't have a
lot of time, what's the plan?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up.

Pablo has the engraving plates.

Oh, gosh.

Uh, Juliet, I know
this looks bad.

So, I'm gonna just
tell you the truth.

I was down here doing
this gentleman's taxes.

Oh, save it, Lloyd. I
know about your gambling.

You told her? When did I
have time to do that, Lloyd?

Uh, Pablo, I noticed
that there are two graves

dug here, and yet
there are five of us.

Obviously, you will
have to share.

Yes, but I think I speak for the group
when I say who shares with who?

I am not going with Lloyd.
Why do you hurt me?

Considering that Juliet
and I are the lone couple

in the group, I think it's only
fair that we have our own grave.

Excuse me.

After all we've been
through, I've earned the right

to rest beside you
just as much as Jules.

All right, look, if nobody
wants to take Gus,

I'll take him, Lloyd, why
don't you go with those two?

Man, I'm nobody's charity case.
I demand to dig my own grave.

Enough! No more stalling.

I've been out here
too long already.

Fine. Give this
to my son.

Tell him I was brave.

Okay.

You come with us, buddy. We
can probably go three across.

Get in the graves!

Seems like a... I don't
know if this is a jump, or...

Mexican Lassie!

Mexican Lassie.

Way better than American
Lassie, by the way.

Not unlike Coca-Cola.

That's why you were stalling. How
did you know Lamas would show up?

Shawn texted me.
When?

We've been held at
gunpoint the whole time.

I managed to do it while Pablo and his
henchmen were doing the cabbage patch.

Uh, can I get my watch back?

Because of you, Pablo left his compound
and gave us the opportunity to arrest him

and recover
the engraving plates.

I've contacted your embassy, and they are
sending officials to get the plates as we speak.

Well, it looks like
our work here is done.

Now, if you don't mind, I
have a family to get back to.

Vaya tostitos, Mexican Lassie.

Stop calling me that.

Can I talk to you
for one second?

Lloyd, no, you lied to my mom.

You're no better than Frank. Okay,
look, I know you're upset with me.

And I...
I don't blame you.

But all I ever wanted to do was
be the man you thought I was,

the man I tried
to become after...

Meeting your mother.

Um, would you...

Would you mind if we didn't
tell your mom about any of this?

She's the best thing
that ever happened to me.

Well, you did
recover the plates.

I guess that does
count for something.

All right, I will keep
this to myself. For now.

But, Lloyd, I'm watching you,
and I promise, if you ever... Done.

No more. No more.
No, I swear.

I will try to convince the judge in
Santa Barbara to waive the charges

for stealing the Cadillac and
crossing the border illegally,

but you have to take that
plane back to where it belongs.

Okay, that's... I
promise. Okay.

That is terrific.
Okay, I need a copilot.

Who wants to go with me?
No way in hell.

Sensitive guy.

I'm gonna file a
flight plan. Okay.

You all right?

You know, when we get back
to the United States of America,

I'm gonna set up a
little lunch for those two.

Or we'll just... We'll let
nature take its course.

Thank God you're
okay. I'm fine, I'm fine.

Well, when you didn't meet us at the
eye doctor, we came looking for you.

Detective Lassiter
explained everything.

We've been so worried about you.

What I did, leaving like that
without calling you, that was wrong.

I'm sorry I left, buddy.

I'll never do it again.
Whatever.

Why don't we go home, and spend a
quiet night together? Just the three of us.

Great.
Good.

All right, all right, gracias.

Wow. I didn't know
you spoke Portuguese.

It's the police in
San Carlos. It's Lloyd.

Oh, my God, what
happened? Did his plane crash?

He didn't make it onto the plane.
He stole the engraving plates

from the cops and disappeared.

I cannot believe that he
lied to me. He lied to all of us.

He looked me in the eye and
told me that he had changed.

What kind of a man does
that? Whoa, hold on, hold on.

Let's think about
this for a second.

Lloyd's a free man, right?
He cheats death,

so he turns around and steals evidence from
the police? That doesn't make any sense.

Hell, even Frank wouldn't
do something like that.

The shooter at the mailbox
place worked for Lamas.

Man! That means
Mexican Lassiter's corrupt.

Mexican me? The hell are
you blabbering about, Spencer?

Call the airport. Tell
'em to get a plane ready.

What?

Don't tell me what to do.

Lloyd's being framed! We're
going back to old Mexico!

Dude, you don't have
to come. Yes, I do.

Man, you have a
serious problem. I know.

Tell me what
you know, Mr. Spencer.

Lamas has been looking
for the plates the whole time.

He sent his deputies to Santa
Barbara to intercept them from Lloyd.

But what Lamas
didn't know was that

Pablo already had them.

And thanks to us, Lamas
ended up with... Lamas.

That's what I said, Shawn.
Lamas.

Will you stop it?
Focus.

Lamas ended up with them.

But he still needed a patsy
to pin the theft of the plates on.

And who better than Lloyd? A
U.S. citizen with a gambling problem.

We've been investigating Lamas
for crimes on both sides of the border,

robbery, extortion, and murder.

He's a ruthless killer.
It's been two hours

since we got the call
that Lloyd stole the plates.

You need to prepare yourself that
your stepfather may already be dead.

I don't know about that. Lloyd has
a way of getting out of tight places.

Could I ask you guys a question?

Are you two guys
happy in your work?

I mean, is this... Is this where
you thought you'd be two years ago?

You know, same old rut,

and making people dig their own
graves, and then shooting them?

I mean, I'm sure Lamas has
promised you some of that money

he's gonna print with
the engraving plates.

Oh, come on, guys.

I mean, look who's out
here doing the dirty work.

You two deserve your fair
share. Am I wrong here?

I see Lloyd.
He's alive.

Here.

Oh, no.

Lloyd!

There they go!

Stay inside!
Go, go, go!

Through here.

Oh, no.

Aw, damn you, Lloyd.

Even though you put me
through hell the last two days,

they were some of the
best I've had in years.

I felt alive.

It's not easy for me
to make friends,

but that's what you were to me.

A friend.

A damn good one.

Gonna miss you, buddy.

Uh, Lloyd?

Yeah, Shawn?

What the hell...

What you just said about me,
I feel the same way about you.

What is that?

A bulletproof vest? How
long have you had that on?

Oh, this? Oh, I've
had this the whole time.

You don't think
I would come down

to such a dangerous place
without protection, do you?

I did.

If it makes you feel better, I
was gonna pick you up one,

but I just... I don't
know your size.

Absolutely unbelievable.

I thought about
giving you mine, but I...

Well, I figured you'd be okay.

You're absolutely unbelievable.

Hey. Hey, excuse me.

You took a shot at point
blank. You recovered.

I don't have
your healing powers!

Are you mad?

Are you mad?

Are you?

Sensitive guy, eh?

I'm just glad this whole
thing is over, and you're okay.

I need to tell you something.

I haven't been
completely honest.

The truth is, I was pretty
freaked out about this whole

instant family thing.
Oh, Gus...

Let me finish.

I wasn't ready to be a father.

I was afraid that I might
be a colossal failure.

But after watching Henry and
Lloyd over these past few days,

and seeing how well
Shawn and Juliet...

Well, Juliet turned out,

in spite of who raised her,

I realized there's
a huge margin for error.

What I'm saying
is I'm fully on board now.

I'm ready to get up in there.

Let's do this.

Whoa, Gus, slow down.

Maximus isn't even close to
being ready for you to be his dad.

As far as he's concerned, you're just a
friend building a shelving unit in my house.

Really?

Yeah.

Wait a second.

Does that mean I really have
to build that shelving unit?

Yeah.
Oh...

And clean out the garage. Man!

Okay, shower caddy from
McNab, keep or return?

Well, we could use it to store the
his and her exfoliating bath gloves

in pink and baby blue
that Gus gave us.

I say keep.

You said anything to
your mom about all the stuff

that went down in Mexico?

I think Lloyd meant it when
he said he really loves her.

Just gonna keep my
mouth shut. For now.

You know, in spite of everything,
I still think it would've been cool

if my dad and Lloyd
had become BFFs.

Ain't gonna happen.
Yeah. Nature wins again.

I can't believe
I'm saying this, but

I'm glad we're gonna
be family one day, Lloyd.

Oh, what a nice... I feel
the same way, Henry.

Is this a bulletproof vest?

You think I'd ever hang out
with you again without one?

That's good thinking.

Oh, which reminds me, I
have one small favor to ask...

Lloyd. Could you
pass me a Coke Zero?

Thank you.

Which reminds me, Henry, um,

have you ever
been to a cock fight?

I know this guy
down in Encinata...

Lloyd.
Okay.

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro