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Ah, sit still...

before you get cut and
have all that kale salad

come oozing out your head.

Oh, man, here we go.

Hey, hey, hey,
do they even let you eat meat

out there in Sherman Oaks?

Oh, hell no.

You got to be a vegetarian
to move out there.

And then you have to sign up
for them, uh, Pilate classes.

Hey, don't knock Pilates.

You can never be too... flexible.

That's why he come
out here every week.

Ain't no black folks
out in Sherman Oaks.

Uh-huh.

Only those bougie-ass
African-Americans.

Our blackness is in
question, RJ. Back me up.

Wait, what's that? I was
listening to an NPR podcast.

I couldn't hear you.

Oh, he's funny like y'all now.

I like NPR. Very informative.

Hey, youngster. What you got today?

What's going on? Y'all know
I got thatCentral Intelligence.

ThatIndependence Day.

One for $10, two for $16.

Marcus?

Yo, it's RJ.

Man, I haven't seen you since,

like, the fourth grade. What's up, man?

Yo, what's up, man? I'm chillin'!

What a trip!

Yo, your mama used to make
the best brownies...

Wait, hold on.
Is your daddy still a, uh...

A cop?

Yeah.

You selling bootleg DVDs?

I'm disappointed.

Mainly in your collection.

What you got, Surf Ninjas?

Soul Plane?

I ought to arrest you... for bad taste.

Tell your mama I said hi.

And get yourself a real job, boy.

Morning.

Come on. Let's go.

Are you homeless?

Hey.

No, I got a trailer up a ways.

Not a lot of people,
which is great, but...

no washing machine. Hmm.

- You surf here a lot?
- Yeah, my whole life.

You ever heard of a Laundromat?

Aw, come on.

Can't beat this view.

You might want to consider fluff n fold.

Could help your look.

There's nothing wrong with my look.

Hey, I don't look homeless!

Man, this cut is all wrong.

I want the Mohawk
with the fade on the side.

Mohawks are only appropriate
for Native Americans and Mr. T.

Why do we have to go to Art's anyway?

It's a 45-minute drive, and
all they do is make fun of us.

Boy, we don't go to Art's for the cut.

We go to connect with our community,

our roots.

Marcus just texted me.

We traded info. He wants to hang.

Good. You boys should hang out.

It'd be good for you
to spend a little time

in the old hood, too.

If you miss it so much, why'd we leave?

Your mother wanted
a better school district.

So we moved here.

Instead of community, we have...

landscaping.

And a safer house, safer streets.

- Hey, Martin.
- Hi.

Nice to see you. Good to see you.

Roger will be back any minute.

All right, can you say hi to Martin?

Yes.

- Uh, Trish?
- Hmm?

- Can I ask you a question?
- Uh-huh.

Do I look homeless... to you?

What? Of course not.

I mean, sometimes you're
a little scruffy,

but that's... that's part of your charm.

Right. Part of my charm.

Oh, gosh. Could you
feed her for a second?

Oh, um, I've never fed anything.

I mean, pigs, I had some
pigs... and a dog once,

- but it died. I...
- Martin, spoon in, spoon out.

Okay.

You want to try something?

Yeah. Yeah, it doesn't look that...

It does look bad, doesn't it?

Looks like glue.

Yeah, look, watch. Mmm.

That's really good.

She didn't want any.

Right?

We have a 459 on
the 1600 block of Sylmar Avenue.

That's a break-in

six blocks back. Four-king-ten,

I'm in the area.

Copy that.

Out. Now.

Are you serious? We're two blocks

from the house;
walking builds character,

and hopefully some calf muscles.

Man, this is child endangerment.

Go on.

Suspects located.

Two black males.

One's five-ten, the other's
just over six feet...

and half as wide.

Backup is three minutes away.

Copy that.

Whoo...! Easy, buddy.

Your death wish was two seconds
from coming true.

What are you even doing here?

I was at your place
when I heard the call.

Wow. That is one big human being.

Yes, it is.
Backup's on the way.

- Backup's already here. Let's go.
- Oh, no, no, no, no.

You're not gonna get
your cowboy on here.

- My cowboy?
- Yeah.

I am a police officer
responding to a call, sir.

You're a stick of
dynamite with a mustache.

Why does the mustache got
to be relevant?

Look, this is my neighborhood, okay?

My family carpools on this street.

Oh. Somebody just got
out of carpool duty.

Son of a...

Go, go, go, go, go!

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Hey, whoa, whoa, don't slow down!

Oh, my God!

- Sorry, Mrs. Choi!
- Sorry!

Um... uh, Rog, you're-you're
going the wrong way.

We're gonna cut him off.

Well, there goes the neighborhood.

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They shot at me in my own neighborhood!

I want to know who these punks are,

who they hang out with, wherethey live.

It was a precise in-and-out hit

while the homeowner
was at a boutique opening.

Got over 200 grand

in jewelry and electronics.

This crew, they must case...

They're predators!

The whole point of moving

to Sherman Oaks is so stuff
like thisdoesn't happen!

We're taking the case.

Roger, look, I understand
you're taking this personally,

but what you have to...

Yes, it is personal.
You wouldn't understand.

You don't live in any kind of community.

You're a sand hobo.

A sand hobo? As opposed to what,

like, an, uh... like a regular
hobo who rides the rails?

Your neighbors are seals.

These guys had
fake uniforms, custom vans.

They're professionals.

Hey, Bailey, why don't you run
a search on all burglaries

in L.A. County,
see if any similarities pop up.

On it. And, Murtaugh,
don't be all in my grill.

It's gonna take me a couple days

to get all these files
from around the city.

Or I could get them in an hour.

Gang Unit has contacts in all stations.
I'll hook you up.

Team, I'm sure you
remember Detective Cruz.

Remarkably, after working
with Riggs and Murtaugh

on our last cartel case, he put in

to be transferred over to us full-time.

Good to have you, Cruz.

We're going after some grade "A"
miscreants here.

Okay, then. I'm sure you'll all
make him feel right at home.

Oh, yeah.

Unless home is a trailer
near some easily-maligned seals.

You got a description on the suspects?

No, we were too busy
almost getting killed

to see their faces.

But one of them looked
like the black Hulk.

So I'm guessing
this Bigfoot-sized footprint

is from my boy?

And a guy that size
shouldn't be hard to find.

I'll call my C.I., see what I can get.

Got something.

That looks like him.

How did you do that?

Yeah, baby! Come on!

Did an online search for "Black Hulk."

That's how we do here
in Robbery-Homicide.

Whoa, whoa. Easy, kids.

We're all cops here.

Not seals or hobos.

There's a lot about that
man that is hobo-like.

A lot.

That video was shot
right here in this gym.

Have you seen any enormous black guys

with arms the size of my thighs in here?

All we got is enormous black guys.

You got a problem?

If someone were gonna buy you
a pair of moccasins,

what size would they be looking for?

And I know what you're thinking,

but you're wrong.

Everyone looks great in moccasins.

What do you got?

Regular men's shoe sizes
are, what, 10½? 11?

Except Gigantor over there
probably wears a size 12.

This is a 16.

Same size as the footprint
at the crime scene.

And the exact same shoe
that Hulk wore in his video.

Excuse me, Mr., uh, Hulk.

Uh, LAPD.

Will you kindly put
some shorts on or something

and come with us?
We'd greatly appreciate that.

Greatly appreciate it.

If you want me, come and get me.

Well, the good news is he's not packing.

Rog, if that's not packing,
your standards are extremely high.

Well, look,

we just take him off
his center, that's all.

You go low, I'll go high. You go low.

You go low. I'm not going low.

You go...

Get him! Tase him!

Can I get a little help over here?!

Rog! Let me go! Help me out! Oh!

Tase him again!

Man, his situation was,
like, all up in your...

Yes! Yes, it was.

Oh.

- Now it's personal.
- Yeah, yeah.

Rajon Phillips.

Two counts of attempted murder

on a police officer.

Assault and battery
of said police officer,

resisting arrest,

destruction of property.

That doesn't even include
the two dozen counts of burglary

that we have linked
to you and your crew.

Also known as:

life without parole.

Unless you give us names and details.

Now.

Come on, Rajon.

Rahjon? Rajon? Ra-John?

- Roll. Roll the Rs.
- Rowjohn?

Rojon? Rrrrr.

R-R-Rojohn. Rojohn.

Look,

every person on a crew has a role.

I'm guessing yours is breaking things,

moving heavy objects, maybe
grunting from time to time?

He does a lot of grunting.

My point is,

it's obvious that

you were not the brains
behind the operation.

Well, as that tends to require

- actual brains, so...
- Yes.

And, I mean,
come on, let's be honest.

That's why you're in here
and they're out there.

And that's not fair, is it?

It's not fair. At all.

I ran the crew.

I called the shots.

For all the jobs.

Makes you wonder who a guy like that

would be scared enough of
to do hard time for.

Well, scared of or connected to.

Family, friends, his community.

Hmm.

So let me get this straight.

You just keep a perfectly-pressed outfit

here at the station,
what, like, in your locker?

Yeah.

- Five of 'em.
- Five of 'em.

Because I do laundry
like civilized people.

You should try it.

Captain, I want to take
another crack at this guy.

So do you keep extra clothes
here at the station?

Of course I do.

Hey, Rajon, good news.

We're transferring you to
County before your arraignment.

Just got to fill out
a little paperwork here.

Any family we should notify? Hmm?

Gang affiliations we should know
about, for your own safety?

What about medical conditions?

Look like you had some knee surgery.

You play football?

Basketball, then.

What were you, like, a Compton
Cougar? Yeah, they play rough.

Hawthorne Roman.

Yeah, the Romans, yeah. They suck.

They suck now.

Won the conference
when I was there, bitch!

Get him out of here.

Oh.

See that?

It's good to be back in the old hood.

See, this is what sports is all about,

the feeling of the whole
community rallying behind you.

Might be a foreign concept to you.

Well, you remember
I'm from Texas, right?

Sports is more of a religion down there.

Nice work, Darielle.
Your D was tight all game.

That's Marshawn Wyley,

Rajon's high school basketball coach.

He ought to know
who Rajon was tight with.

I'm-a start calling you Michael Cooper.

Coop!

1987

defensive player of the year
for the Showtime Lakers.

Oh, yeah.

I'm surprised these kids
even know who he is.

Oh, they do if they want
to play on my team.

Come on, come on. Here we go!

How can I help you?

Want to talk to you
about a player you coached

- at Hawthorne High. Rajon Phillips?
- Mm-hmm.

We're trying to locate

some of his associates.

You have any idea who he was
tight with on that team?

Sure, there was Mike Carter
and, uh, Andre Ellis.

But I think
those two are still locked up.

You know, I tried to keep
those kids on the straight path,

but guess I just wasn't up to it.

- You can only do so much, right?
- Yeah.

Is that why you quit coaching there?

Yeah, but I still do what I can.

You know, hire local kids,
sponsor these league games.

Valley Star Cable.

Is that one of your sponsors?

Yeah. They have a service center
in the area.

A lot of these people here...

they worked there
at one time or another.

Thanks for your help.

- His shoulder.
- Mm-hmm.

Ain't that about
where you shot our burglar?

El Paso High. Strong safety.

Go Wildcats.

Hey, girl.

What's up? You need a ride?

Nice whip, but I don't know you.

I'm Marcus. Now you know me.

Who's your friend? He's cute.

Yo.

Why aren't we going after those girls?

Man, sometimes you just need to
stunt on these girls, all right?

I got to get me one of these cars.

Hey, let's go see my boy at work.

He got all types of rides.

I know you want to drive.

You know I want to drive.

Let's go.

Porsche, bro. There is no substitute.

Uh, uh...

Oh, damn.

All right, all right, slow down.

Slow down.

Just be cool, man.

All right, don't say anything first,

and don't reach for anything.

Yo, what are you doing, man?
Stop moving!

Hands where I can see 'em.

Evening, Officer.

My dad's a detective with the LAPD.

Here's his card with his badge number.

Employee I.D. says Roger Murtaugh.

That's a nice ride you got.

Stay safe.

Thank you, Officer.

Yo...

you got another one of them cards?

No, but... take my dad's digits.

You ever get in trouble,
give him a call.

_

Yeah, I got to get back to work, man.

Are you serious?

Yeah.

Bro, I was, I was just
having fun though.

You got to bounce, bro.

- Where...
- Now, yo!

Yo, how am I supposed to
get back home, then?

This upstanding citizen is John Baker,

aka Boogie.

He used to work for Valley Star Cable,

which is how he managed to steal a van

and use it for his break-in crew.

Yo, Detective, I'm-a need a pat down,

real up close and personal...

Now, shut your damn mouth.

I can take care of myself.

I never said you couldn't.
I mean, I-I just figured that...

Just what? Parachute your way
into Robbery-Homicide

after hot-dogging one drug case?

Took me four long years.

Why don't you book Romeo here.

Bitch.

I'm just saying what you thinking.

_

Who's calling you, Boogie?

Bailey, what's up?

Cruz found an address
text to Boogie's phone,

and a 911 call just came in
on that same location... robbery.

That's our crew. What's the address?

2604 South Gramercy.

But there's more.

The woman who called it in
is in the house.

911 has her on the line.

All right, patch us through.

Hello?

Hey, this is Detective Riggs.

Is it safe for you to talk?

I think so, yes.

Okay. What's your name?

Haley.

All right, Haley.

Where are you in the house right now?

In the hallway closet.

I can see out a little.

Okay, how many men
do you see in the house?

I think four, wearing masks.

They're going through all the rooms.

They're gonna find me.

No, they're not. Listen,
we're almost there, okay?

They went away.

I can see the front door.

It's so close.

No, Haley. You stay where you are

in that closet. Are you listening to me?

I think I can make it.

Haley, no.

Haley? Haley!

Haley?

Drive.

This case is now our top priority.
A young woman is dead,

shot with a .380, no
fingerprints found at the scene.

This crew only hits when no one is home.

Haley surprised them.

By the look of things, she was asleep.

Probably didn't hear them until
they were already in the house.

Where are we on I.D.'ing Rajon
and Boogie's associates?

I checked the gang database
and my CIs, but nothing.

M-Maybe there's something I-I
could pull from the robberies

that I... I checked all the vics.
None of them have the same

security companies,
gardeners, housekeepers.

I even checked
the truck delivery routes.

But this one does not fit the profile

of the other robberies.

Not only was someone home,

but they didn't have much.

There's a link that we're not seeing.

My sister wasn't
supposed to be at my house.

I didn't even know she was in town.

And-and what did I have to even steal?

They killed her for...

for some cheap jewelry

and $70 in the kitchen drawer?

Look, we're gonna find
the people that did this,

I promise you.

They said you were
on the phone with her,

when she was hiding.

I was.

She must have been so scared.

Actually, she was very brave.

Yeah? Yeah.

Um...

did anyone know about your plans
to be out tonight?

Anyone have access to your home?

We lost our parents when we were young.

Haley was my best friend.

The only family I have.

Had.

And now...

she's gone.

Just like that.

Yeah.

- What?
- Riggs.

I-I'm glad you picked up. It's RJ.

I-I need help.

RJ? RJ who?

Roger Junior. Your partner's son.

Oh, RJ! Hey, buddy, what's up?

Okay, well, um,
I snuck out to meet this girl

and I got stranded in, like,

not really the best neighborhood.

And... I-I know it's a huge ask,

but can you come get me?

RJ, you got to call your dad, buddy.

I... Look, he just left the station.

Did you not hear what I said?
I snuck out.

Riggs,

please, I'm begging you.

All right, where are you?

Ms. Abernathy.

Hate to bother you with more questions,

but when you went out tonight,
did you take your car

or did you leave that at home?

I drove.

I would, too. I mean, it's a nice Tesla.

I work for the dealership.

One of the perks is getting
to drive an $80,000 car.

I wouldn't be able
to afford it otherwise.

Well, you drive safely.

It's like cracking a case.

What's like cracking a case?

Figuring out what a girl
wants to hear so they let you...

you know, g-get with them.

Oh.

You know, this was like a...

a serious, X-rated-type situation.

She was like, "Mmm,"
and then I was like, "Mmm,"

and then she was like, "I love you, RJ."

Okay, so you... you weren't
with an actual girl.

I mean, that much is clear.

All right, look, but wherever you were,

you're gonna have to tell your parents.

What? No, no, no.

See, that's the whole reason
I called you.

Mom and Dad treat me like
I'm a damn child or something...

Youare a child, RJ.

Theirs.

And you always will be.

You want to be treated like an adult?

Then start by being
straight up with them,

and try to learn from
whatever their reaction is.

Okay?

I got it.

Are you kidding?

I don't have a desk.
I figured I'd crash here.

Well, you can set up camp
in the break room

- or on the floor.
- The burglaries.

Where were the owners
when their homes got hit?

All over. Concerts, dinners,
games, gallery openings.

All places that use valets.

That's the link.

The crew is not casing homes,
they're casing cars.

Valet sees that they have nice rides,

figure they probably
have nice stuff back home.

And that's how they messed up
on this last hit.

Because the owner had a sleek car,

but they didn't have much stuff.

And they know where to hit

because most people
have their home addresses

on the car registration.

Or their GPS. So then...

Valet tells the break-in crew.

Exactly. So, get the names

of the valet companies
that our vics use.

We find the valets, we find the crew.

Detective Murtaugh.

Sergeant Collins.

Had some paperwork to file downstairs,

thought I'd come up
and introduce myself.

So, what can I do for you?

I pulled over your son tonight.

He and a buddy were in
a Porsche, doing 80 on Alameda.

That's notmy son.

No? His name was Roger Jr.

He gave me your badge number and card.

I just thought you'd want to know.

I'm with him right now.

Tell him I came to you and told
you everything, like an adult.

No, I don't think we should send
him to military school. Yet.

Yes, he was just getting to
the part where he got stranded

- after hanging out with Marcus.
- Marcus?

They got pulled over by
the police. Did RJ mention that?

He did. He said he didn't
want to get in trouble,

but didn't want us to worry.

Which is why he called Riggs

for a ride home.

Riggs? What? He called Riggs?

Yes, Martin dropped him off...

Call you back.

- Riggs.
- Yo!

Hey, I thought you went home.

Nah, I came back. I cracked the case.

What'd you figure out?

What've you been doing?

Oh, I just had to run an errand.

An errand. Like going to pick up

my son after he got pulled over by LAPD?

Look, Roger, he...

RJ called me and said
he went to go meet a girl...

I don't care what he said.

You know why RJ called you?

Because you're the fun uncle

who likes to smokes weed, and tell
him and his sister... Okay...

...that it's okay to drink
because you don't give a damn!

You need to calm down.

Two black teenagers, one of them my son,

pulled over by a uni I don't know!

Do you have any idea
how bad that could've gone?

No.

Because you have nothing
to love in this world,

but yourself.

Nice.

And you wonder why
your kids won't talk to you.

Don't ever get involved
with my family again.

Is that clear?

Crystal.

What?!

Get back to work.

What's wrong with you, boy?

Why didn't you call me or your mother?

Because you just called me "boy."

Oh, because you're a man? Is that it?

A man doesn't go for a joy ride,

then wave his daddy's card
around to get out of trouble.

And you better pray
that that car wasn't stolen.

It wasn't.

It... it belonged
to Marcus's friend at work.

And Riggs didn't know.
He was just trying to help...

Don't talk to me about Riggs!

What Inglewood teenager has
friends with rides like that?

As far as I know,

the only job Marcus has
is selling bootleg DVDs.

He also valets for some fancy
restaurant in West Hollywood.

He's a valet?

Give me his number.

Hey.

What's up?

I got more addresses if you need it.

Good. 'Cause that last one
you gave us didn't work out.

We got people waiting on us to deliver,

so you're gonna help them make it right.

What the...?

"Detective"?

You talk to the cops?

It's not like that, bro,
all right? My...

Let's go for a ride.

Okay.

Uh-huh.

I might have something,
but I hit a roadblock.

Mind taking a look?

All right. What you got?

A girl I know works at
the city finance office.

She says all the valet
stands we're looking at

are owned by a Showtime Industries,

owned by William Sharman.

But I can't find any record of him.

That's because that name is bogus.

Bill Sharman was

the general manager
of the Showtime era Lakers.

Come on. Responsible for Kareem?

Magic?

I'm a Galaxy guy.

Course you are.

All right, well, let's find out
who William Sharman really is.

Man, that detective that called,
that was just my friend's dad.

Okay? It's nothing.
You got to believe me.

We do believe you.

That's why you're coming on this job.

On a job?

Why? I wouldn't know what to do.

All I been doing is
pulling addresses from cars,

like you asked me.

Congratulations.

You've just been promoted.

Son, I need to know when
exactly Marcus left here.

I told you, I don't know.

What are you doing here?

Cruz and Bailey followed

your lead on the valet stands.

Turns out they're all owned by
one individual: Marshawn Wyley.

The coach?

Yeah. I had to put a BOLO out on him.

These kids are too scared to talk.

RJ's friend Marcus

works this stand.

He might be caught up in this.

I keep calling his phone, but...

...nothing.

Or maybe he already
told you that when, uh, you guys

took your little ride together.

Mm, Roger, honestly.

I already said I was sorry.

Sorry? I didn't hear sorry.

Oh, maybe 'cause you're just too busy

punching me in the jaw.

You hear that?

Yeah.

They got Marcus.

All right, so we know you been
feeding addresses to your boss.

Now, the first one of you
who tells us where

Wyley is right now gets a free pass.

Nothing.

All right.

Take them in.

Hold up just a second.

You know, it's Friday.

So that means your pals...
you guys are gonna be

in County the whole weekend.

Fresh meat, baby face...
they're gonna like you.

- Big chest.
- That's true.

You do... you do have a big chest.

You do work out a lot.

- They love that. You need to...
- Yeah.

...make sure you choose
your partner though.

- Right.
- Don't let them choose you.

- That's when it gets scary.
- All right, all right.

The... a couple pulled up
in a nice ride.

I heard them say they were celebrating,

so I gave their address to
Mr. Wyley when he took Marcus.

Here.

They're taking him on a job.

Let's go.

Go, man. Come on, let's go.

Do exactly as I tell you,
and there won't be any trouble.

Come on, come on, let's go, let's go.

Put it all in there.

Shh.

Oh.

Definitely a good idea to Uber home.

I think I had three too many.

Send backup
to 622 Nicada Drive.

Suspects armed and dangerous.

Kill them?

Why? No reason.

Now there is.

If they live, they can I.D. us,

send you away for life.

So, it's either you or them.

Or...

you...

and them.

Your choice.

Marcus, come back here.

A .380?

- You the one that killed Haley?
- Who?

Put that gun down, Marcus!

Look, I didn't want any of this,
all right?

They made me do it!

I believe you. I do.

You think I'm stupid?!

Second I put this gun down,

the only thing that comes
next for me is jail.

I'm not going to jail!

I've known you since, what?!

First grade.

Now, you can trust me, Marcus.

And I can trust you.

I know I can.

Now, there's a way out of this.

You make a deal.

I vouch for you.

And you can still have a life, son.

Just put that weapon down.

Just put that weapon down, son.

Rog!

Get your ass down!

I was dropping the gun. You saw me.

I saw, Marcus, I saw.

It's okay.

He wanted to see his friend.

He lost a lot of blood,

but he's stable now.

Doctors said he'll pull through fine.

Dad, um... look, I...

I know I messed up,
but I want you and Mom to know

that's-that's not the
man I'm trying to be.

One inch to the left,
and he would've been dead.

I can't stop thinking that that
very easily could've been RJ.

I'm always on him
about the old neighborhood.

It's because of me

he was with Marcus.

Bad things happen in every neighborhood.

We've got good kids.

They've got good parents.

So, congratulations on taking
down the home invasion crew,

solving a murder and stopping
what could have been two more.

You know, as much as
I enjoy you both sitting there

with your mouths shut,
you two need to bury the hatchet

and... I can't believe
I'm saying this...

get back to being your usual
pain-in-the-ass selves.

Riggs, apologize to Murtaugh
for not telling him

about RJ calling you.

- I already did.
- Barely.

Murtaugh, tell Riggs
you're sorry for clocking him.

You know what, then?

New assignment.

You're gonna hate it.

Who wants to start?

Okay.

I'll start.

You're both not the easiest
of individuals

- to get along with.
- Both? Both?

What? I never said that I was easy.

He's crazier than a sack of cats.

Did you say I was
crazier than a sack of cats?

Funky, feral and confused... that's you.

I think what Roger
is trying to say

is that your behavior since you two

started working together has been

erratic

- and impulsive.
- Yes.

How about this?
He punched me in the face

and cracked two teeth.

How's that for erratic and impulsive?

And what Martin is trying to say
is that he was genuinely...

hurt... by you.

I really cracked two teeth?

Guess I don't know my own strength.

These here are some lethal...

I should've

called you right after RJ called me.

All right? So, I'm sorry.

I am.

I know you're the only guy
around here who has my back

and... I appreciate that.

And I appreciate that.

And you.

Sometimes.

Occasionally.

That's a great first step.

Martin, is there something
you could do to help

nurture this relationship?

Uh...

This is not easy for one man
to say to another...

...but your head is wonderfully round.

Bald is beautiful.

Sometimes...

at sunset...

or when it's slightly dark out,

your mustache almost
looks not ridiculous.

- Thank you.
- Sometimes.

Okay.

Out, both of you, now.

- All right.
- See you later.

Hook him up, Art.

Oh, I can work magic,

but not miracles.

What kind of look was you going for?

Mid-'80s Selleck.

I was thinking of mid-'70s porn.

Or we can just
skip the cut entirely.

Look, I came down here in
search of a decent meal.

This guys wants to eat tofu burgers

- and quinoa salads all day long.
- Oh.

Now, now, you know,

you can take the boy

out of Sherman Oaks,

but you can't take
Sherman Oaks out the boy.

Hey, look, I had a heart attack, people.

Just cut his damn hair.

And give him my discount.

Oh, you want me to overcharge him?

Come on, Art, don't embarrass me, man.

He's-he's like family.

Hey, did Rog tell you guys he's
on a juice cleanse?

What?

I mean, look, you can't be
in the vehicle longer

than five minutes
with the fella, but look at him.

He looks good, doesn't he?

Got a glow to his skin.

Hey, did he tell you about the
situation he had up in his face?

We're not talking about the situation

with civilians, all right?

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