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Riana, we need to know the truth.

You're not gonna get in trouble, and we're not gonna punish you.

Speak for yourself.

Fine.

We were hanging out at the bowling alley...

So, not the library.

So you did lie to us.

- Well, I'm trying to tell the truth now. - No, watch your tone. Go on.

Phoebe's boyfriend showed up,

- she got in his car, and they left.

- And that's how a family heirloom wound up in evidence?

Then, why are you touching it? Shouldn't it be in a bag or something?

The chlorine washed away the evidence.

- And you won't tell me how to do my investigation. - Roger.

- Who is this boyfriend she left with? - "Tyler," something?

I-I don't really know him. He's way older, like, 20,

- and he drives this old red convertible. - And you didn't go with them?

No, because I came home. And I didn't want to miss my curfew.

Well, apparently, you didn't leave early enough.

- Where's Phoebe now? - Probably back at the bowling alley?

Which is where I was headed, too, now.

And, lucky for you, you have a police escort.

- And right after, you're coming home. You're grounded. - What?

I-I thought you said you wouldn't punish me.

I guess she lied, too.

Dad, please don't make a scene.

You are in no position to make demands, young lady.

Besides, this is my turf.

You know, I actually bowled a 300...

- We know. - We know.

Rog... why don't you let me handle this?

Yeah, can Riggs do it? He's way less embarrassing than you.

- And maybe you can wait here as backup. - Hey. - Backup?

And-and you want Riggs to...

Have you not listened to a single story I've told you about this man?

He actually finds a way to embarrass me - - every day.

- Finds a way?

You're implying that I do this on pourpose Riana, that is not the case.

- He's the Sherlock Holmes of embarrassment. - I would love

to step in for your father.

But I can't 'cause I've gotta get a scouting report... good luck.

Can you just leave out the part where you're my dad?

Phoebe Clark.

Okay, kids, why don't you go play in the arcade?

Detective Murtaugh. Riana's dad.

- Nice one. - Hey, Phoebe.

So, you look smart enough to know why I'm here, right?

- Nope. - Not very convincing.

Is this about your little jacket?

Listen, we know that you and your boyfriend

broke into Mr. Donabedian's house, and now I'm here to solve his murder.

Murder? No, no, no.

- He was alive when I left... - Okay, a little more convincing.

So, you said when you left.

What about your boyfriend?

I...

So, how'd my little slugger do?

Oh, he hated it. I think he wants to quit.

What do you mean he hated it? What happened?

I'm not sure. The coach didn't even play him, so...

What are you talking about? It's-It's Little League.

Everybody gets to play in Little League. What's his coach's name?

Riggs, don't make it a big thing.

Hey, let me call you back.

- Hey, man, what the...? - Shut up, man, that guy's a cop.

Hey, you must be Phoebe's boyfriend.

Right? 'Cause this dude was dead in a pool this morning, so it can't be you.

Just giving him a head start.

- It was just for show, it... - Oh, his gun was just for show?

Look, I know Tyler's a little rough around the edges, but

he wouldn't hurt a fly... he's not like that.

I bet. And where is he now?

Um... I... don't know.

Hey!

Look, man, I just want to talk to you.

See, now you're under arrest. What are you doing, pulling a gun on me?

What...?

Where are you going?

- No! - Hey.

Yo, please get me out of here, man, please.

So, you ready to talk now?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, please, I'll do whatever, man.

Just get me out of here. Help me, man.

Help, help, get me out of here, man!

Get me out of here!

Come on.

Out of the way. Get out of the way. Hey.

What'd I say? Way more embarrassing.

Way more.

I didn't steal anything. Did Phoebe tell you that?

Your prints there. You left 'em all over the victim's house.

Man, you got it twisted.

We weren't trying to rob him; w-we just wanted a place to rage, blow off some steam.

Oh, is that what the kids are doing today?

Drugs, B and E, a little murderski?

I-I didn't kill him, yo.

Randy wasn't even supposed to be home. He told me he was going out of town.

Oh, so you knew Mr. Donabedian?

I-I used to bum cigs off him during smoke breaks

outside his stepdad's optometry shop, by the movie theater I work at.

Oh, so you're in the movie biz.

Well, let me set the scene for you.

A guy gets picked up for selling stolen drugs.

He's got a gun. But wait, it's the same caliber

as the murder weapon.

Now, all we need for the scene...

- Right on cue. - Yo, yo.

He was alive when I left, I promise. I'm not lying here.

Ballistics didn't match up.

His gun is not the murder weapon.

And you call yourself a writer.

Hello.

I'm Detective Murtaugh. You must be Phoebe's mom.

That's right. Where is she?

Well, she's being released now,

and her arraignment for the B and E will be - in a few weeks.

- Some nerve you have,

treating my daughter like a criminal after everything your daughter's done.

My daughter? What does she have to do with this?

Ever since Phoebe started hanging out with Riana,

it's one fiasco after another.

Breaking curfew, house parties, boys, marijuana...

Oh, no, no, no, no. Not-not Riana.

She doesn't smoke... I know because I've tested her myself.

Of course you did.

It's always the ones with the overbearing parents who act out.

Me? Overbearing?

Phoebe, would you mind clearing up something - with your mother and I? - Mom.

Apparently, she's under the impression...

I have a flight to catch, and Phoebe has homework to do.

Just keep your daughter away from mine.

Hey, Murtaugh, you'll never believe it.

Randy's books were cooked.

- Do you see the pattern? - Of course I see it.

What am I looking at?

Cash sales twice a month. Look at the price.

$50K!

Either they have some high-end sunglasses, or...

Or they were using the shop as a front to hawk stolen goods.

Great work, Bowman.

Now, aren't you glad we volunteered you for this assignment?

I told Riggs, and he said he's gonna stop by the stepfather's shop

- on his way back. - Way back from where?

Not sure, but he wanted me to get him a traffic citation pad.

You got to be kidding me.

I wish I was, sir, but parking violations are a serious crime

in the city of Los Angeles.

Okay, so how much is this gonna cost me?

I can't take your money, Coach.

Do I know you?

Look, I can overlook this ticket... and the bribe

if you play Ben Hendricks the next game.

Wait a minute.

So, you're extorting me into starting a kid in a Little League game?

I think he'd make a great second baseman.

You know, Ben asked me to sit him. He didn't want to play.

- What are you talking about? - He's a good kid,

but he sat in the dugout the whole game. I think it's because he doesn't know how to play.

He can't hit, throw, catch...

Well, you're his coach. Why don't you teach him?

I don't have time to go through the basics with every kid.

Look, if it matters so much to you,

teach your son yourself.

He's not my son.

Not every kid's an athlete. Look, maybe he should try something else.

Like painting.

I really wish you hadn't said that.

You arrested a Little League coach?

He tried to blame me for Ben hating America's pastime.

- Okay, what was I supposed to do? - Hear him out. Not overreact. Be patient.

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