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Guys.

Guys!

Guys, guys, guys,

guys, guys, guys.

Hello, neighbor.

Hello. Look...

I'm not one

to, you know, put the brakes on a party,

but, uh, well, it's early and, uh,

you guys can't play or sing, so...

Too early?

No way, man.

It is never too early to rock.

Super fun!

Right. This is my wolves.

Uh, amazing.

Uh... well, as you can

tell, uh...

this part of the beach is taken.

So, maybe we could...

you know, rock up the coast.

This is a public beach lot, no?

All right.

So, where are you guys from?

We are from Amsterdam,

here to R-O-C-K in the U.S.A.

Welcome to Los Angeles, boys.

Prepare to be amazed.

Oh, what? Do we not look prepared?

Why did we need a new TV anyway?

TV? No,

TV is what we used to have.

This is a state-of-the-art,

fully integrated

entertainment network.

It's adorable how you think

you're gonna remember

how all this works tomorrow.

Okay, Mr. Murtaugh.

From this you can control the entire system.

- Mm. Uh-huh. - And while I had access,

I updated the OS on your

wireless devices and networked

- your photo libraries. - Awesome.

So, I just press

- that? - Mm-hmm.

Hey! Look, honey, the Murtaughs!

We look like we should have our own reality show.

Look how photogenic this family is.

- Very. - Look at that smile.

Oh, my goodness.

Very photogenic.

- Dad! - Roger!

Oh!

Hey, hey, hey!

What did you do?! Fix that.

What happened?

- What?! No! - Dad! Now it's bigger.

- Come on. - Hey, damn it.

Close your eyes! What'd you do?

You know what? Get out of my house.

- Just... - Stumble...

your ass out!

What are you...

It-It-It's a picture.

- I just... - A picture?!

I just wanted to, you know,

see how I looked.

Then why'd you text it?

- Give me that! Riana. - You texted?!

You text that to someone?!

I want the name

- and a number. Now! - What?

- What? No way. - Riana... Riana!

Uh, no, no, Roger, calm down.

Are you... okay with this?!

No, but I don't

want her to be ashamed of her body, either.

Why not?

I'm comfortable with that.

Which is why I will be the one to talk to her...

after she calms down.

You think this is funny?

No, I-I don't.

Which is why I memorized the number

where she sent that photo to.

Strong.

Kids, right?

How old is she?

19. Nina Clausen.

Found half-naked and dead

on a hood of a Ferrari,

wrecked on a residential street in Beverly Hills.

Driver was MIA.

From the cuts on her feet,

I'd say she covered a good distance.

She was running from somebody, wasn't she?

What is it? That's not asphalt.

What is that on her feet?

Don't know yet.

Sent it to the lab.

I mean, where's she from?

Does she go to school?

As far as I can tell, she moved from North Carolina

to L.A. about six months ago.

Has some modeling and acting credits.

That's the same girl?

She looks closer to 17.

Who's the vehicle registered to?

No registered owner or plate,

just a license frame

from a place called Prime Exotics.

Hey, Bail.

I'm gonna send you a phone number.

I need you to get me whatever you can on whoever it is.

It's not about the case; it's personal.

The city of dreams, huh?

Man, how small does your penis need to be

to buy one of these cars?

Gentlemen, welcome to Prime Exotics,

where car dreams become reality.

I own one of these bad boys myself.

Wonderful.

My partner has a question for you.

Yeah, ask me anything.

Joseph O'Brien, head of sales.

Are these cars absolutely perfect for Los Angeles or what?

Yeah... listen, I'm LAPD.

I need some information on one of your customers.

Someone who bought

a red F355.

Uh, a little help here?

Ah!

Fancy!

How much for this one right here?

It's, uh, $210,000.

Make it 205 and I'll take it

off your hands today.

Oh, wait a minute.

No cup holder.

Red F355.

Who bought it?

Look, I'd love to help you guys out here, but our customers...

uh... they value discretion.

This is a murder investigation,

so I suggest you tell me what I need to know

so you can get back to your little tanning bed.

Uh, Joseph, do not listen to him.

You are bronzed, beautiful...

...and powerful.

Hey, Joey.

Let's go for a test ride.

I wouldn't do that if I was you.

Ah, come on, Joey!

Be somebody. Sell a car today, my man.

What-What-What are you doing?

Slow down!

Ah, I'm sorry. I am in a mood.

Had a rough morning.

I got new neighbors, Dutch accents,

but then there's you, Joe.

You know? And I just don't feel like

you're meeting me halfway on things.

I mean, look, sales is a two-way street.

Am I right?

J-J-Just-Just let me out. Please!

Oh, hop out any time.

Or...

you can tell me who purchased

that F355.

Red light, red light!

Okay, okay! It was Dylan Ashworth!

There it is.

He's insane.

So, I got the name.

Dylan Ashworth.

So did I...

from Rick here.

And all I had to do was ask.

Well, thank you, Rick...

for everything.

You know, I love this town...

sometimes.

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Are you two aware that Dylan Ashworth

is Henry Ashworth's son?

And Sheldon and Dorothy Ashworth's grandson,

yeah, we get it.

Uh, I have no idea who these people are.

Have you ever driven on Ashworth Boulevard?

Or been to Ashworth Pavilion?

You know, I don't frequent pavilions,

not as much as I should,

and I know that I'm missing out,

but I... You ever heard of Ashworth, California?

What, do they got their own city?

It's where the family struck gold,

literally, back in 1849.

They've been California royalty ever since.

That doesn't make them above the law.

No, but they do keep an entire law firm on retainer.

Well, good. If this Dylan kid

murdered our girl then he's gonna need it.

Let's go have a chat with him.

Agreed, but just talk to him.

The Ashworths are formidable.

Keep it completely professional, respectful even.

Why are you just looking at me?

Because you are the only one that I am talking to.

Cover it up, ladies.

Hi there, cutie.

I love your mustache. Oh.

Thank you very much. Be careful, though,

a couple of drinks and it gets kind of crazy.

That's my kind of mustache.

Can I get it, or you,

a drink? Or anything else?

- Anything? - Mm-hmm.

That doesn't really narrow it down, now does it?

That's the idea at these parties.

Ah, who's idea is that?

Dylan?

Well, it's Dylan's place,

but it's Julian's party.

Rachel?

Excuse me.

Mr. Ashworth.

Who are you?

Detective Roger Murtaugh, LAPD.

What, are you part of the security detail for the party?

Talk to Julian.

- He handles all that. - No, I'm here

investigating a homicide.

Young lady named Ms. Nina Clausen.

Does that name ring a bell?

Nope.

Was she hot?

She was found dead

on the hood of a wrecked Ferrari

that you bought about six weeks ago.

Is the car okay?

I think it would be in your best interest

if we went somewhere

where we could talk about this very sensitive matter

in private.

All right.

You're under arrest

for possession of narcotics.

Come on. Let me go!

- Damn it! - Get your ass in there.

Are you kidding me?!

Rachel!

Do you have any idea who you're messing with?

I do.

Detective Riggs, meet Dylan Ashworth.

Now he does, too.

Hey. Hmm?

You all right?

I just saw somebody I knew.

Doesn't seem like this is your kind of scene.

No, it was a friend of Miranda's

Her old roommate.

I'll have both your badges.

Shut up!

Get out of here.

Hi, everyone. Rachel.

Uh, I hate giving speeches,

but there is one story I'd like to tell.

So Miranda and I were living together

when she booked a job in Texas.

And I get a phone call from her,

and she says that she's gonna be staying a little longer

'cause she met a guy...

...and could I send her some clothes?

I said, "Sure. What do you need?"

And she said, "Cowboy boots."

I knew in that moment that I lost her forever.

Um, Martin, I don't know what you did or how you did it...

...but Miranda is happier than I have ever seen her.

Hey, lamzak.

Check it out.

No power, no problem.

Do you guys know any, um... Bluto Blutarsky?

Blu...

Who? Are you serious? You guys don't know...

Oh, he's amazing. Really amazing, yeah.

May I?

Yeah, okay.

Play it, man.

Thank you.

Dutch, drunk, and stupid is no way

to go through life, boys.

Enjoy the rest of your day.

You know, you nearly gave your dad

another heart attack yesterday.

Come on, Mom, it's no big deal.

Riana, you don't want pictures like that

floating around the Internet.

- It's not like I was naked. - It's not like you were

shouting "respect me" either.

Sharing your body, Riana,

even in a picture, is a big deal.

So what, I should just wear a turtleneck every day?

I'm not talking about t your clothes, honey.

I'm talking about your choices.

If you don't respect your body,

boys won't either.

I'm just asking for you to be smart

and think beyond this moment.

I think what we're talking about here

is personal responsibility.

Have you guys talked about the male gaze?

Can you see my gaze?

- Yeah. Yeah, I see it. - Uh-huh.

Keep it moving.

You're telling me

you never met Nina Clausen before?

That she'd never attended one of your house parties?

No clue.

I meet a lot of people and have a lot of parties.

She was found dead on the hood of your car, Dylan!

And like I told you, it was stolen.

- When? - Not sure. I was busy.

Doing what with who?

"Whom." There were a few of them.

Don't remember their names.

I'd need to see pictures of them.

Naked would make it easier.

Don't say anything else, Dylan.

Detective Murtaugh, I'm the Ashworth family's attorney.

This is over right now.

As I understand it, Detective,

you entered Dylan's house without a warrant.

I heard a disturbance...

Please, Detective,

excuse my attorney's tone.

From what I understand,

there's enough blame to go around in this matter,

the lion's share of it falling squarely on my son.

But in light of the circumstances,

at this point we view this

- as a family matter. - Captain...

I appreciate your cooperation, Captain.

And you have my apologies for the confusion.

Is someone confused about something here?

That's enough, Detective.

What the hell were you thinking, Roger?

You may have just jeopardized any case

we try to make against the kid on this.

That punk pulled out a vial of coke

after I told him I was a cop.

That's why you brought him in, for possession?

You see that girl in the morgue?

That's why I brought him in.

Dylan, all his friends at the party,

they all think that they're untouchable.

And he'll remain that way unless you and Riggs can find

some solid evidence.

Where is Riggs, anyway?

He's running down a lead.

He said he wanted to go alone.

God help us.

Martin? Is that you?

Oh, my God, it is you.

- Hi. - Hey, Rachel, yeah.

Good to see you. How are you?

It's been a while.

Well, since yesterday at the party.

Party? What are you talking about?

Come on, Rach.

Yesterday, Dylan Ashworth's house.

I saw you, you saw me.

No, sorry, you must be confused.

Here's the deal, Rach.

I'm investigating a homicide.

19-year-old Nina Clausen.

I think Ashworth's involved.

Maybe we should talk inside.

So... So why'd you run away from me yesterday?

I don't know.

I just... that party... those people.

I didn't want you to think I was a part of that scene.

Why were you there?

I was invited by the guy who hosted the party.

- Julian? - Yeah.

How are you, Martin?

Oh, hanging in there. Good.

I assumed you'd be back in Texas.

Oh, no, I couldn't stay there,

so, you know, I came out here,

got a little place down at the beach.

Down by the cove?

So look, if I, uh... if I wanted to find

this Julian guy, where would I look?

I heard he hangs out at the Amal Hotel.

Okay. Thanks a lot.

Hey... we should

get together sometime, catch up.

Sure.

Look, um, stay away from Julian...

and Ashworth.

Okay?

So when you say connecting people to the truth...

The truth...

The truth of what they want. What they really want.

What they think they can't have.

The forbidden fruit.

But forbidden by whom?

Pleasure, pain, adrenaline, anything.

You tell me, and I will get it for you.

Oh, feel rest assured should any complications arise,

I will make them go away.

Excuse me.

When you're ready.

Man, just hearing his sales pitch

makes me want to take a shower.

Makes me want to do something.

I think he's connecting with someone right now.

All right, give me the keys, I'm gonna follow him.

You go with the girl.

Look, if you find anything to charge him with,

- call me. - Not a scratch, Riggs.

- Yeah, just... - Yeah.

Sir?

$14 for a club soda?

You guys smoking crack?

I should have bought the crack, it's cheaper.

I'm sorry, did I do something wrong, Officer?

Uh, Detective.

You know, I haven't written a traffic summons

in I don't know how long.

But when I noticed that you had...

a broken side mirror,

I just couldn't help myself,

right, because broken mirrors

just drive me crazy.

Well, a more accurate assessment would be "drive me crazier."

So why don't you...

why don't you get out of the car?

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

There we are. There we are.

Oh... what is that?

- That's private. - No, no, no.

California statute 1249...

or better known as the "five-second rule."

Once something falls on the ground,

it becomes public knowledge.

What do we got here?

Names and addresses and phone numbers, oh, my.

Police! Freeze!

Drop it.

You're under arrest for solicitation.

We're not having sex, this is a flogging session.

A what?

One I pay good money for.

He's gonna do my nails afterwards.

And I haven't got all day,

so one of you better pick up that whip.

Pick up the whip.

Oh, hey, Rog.

I'm here with our good buddy Julian.

He's a real dick, but he smells incredible.

Yeah? Well, cut him loose. We have nothing.

You know the truth I wanna be connected with?

Who killed Nina Clausen?

I don't know who that is, Detective.

I'd get that side mirror fixed,

because I promise you you do not want me

pulling you over again. Hmm.

- Murtaugh. - Hmm?

I got that information for you.

The number on your daughter's boyfriend.

Belongs to a Chauncey Perkins,

a surfing instructor

who goes by the name of C-Dawg.

C-Dawg?

- He's 19... - He's 19?!

...and he has three priors for pickpocketing.

He's got a record?

- Is there anything else? - Yes.

I'm gonna need you to do your best

to just remain calm.

Check out his Facebook page.

Hey!

- Yeah? - Are you available?

For what?

Kill the punk that's dating my daughter.

I'll make time for that.

Hey. Look, Roger,

I'm not all that comfortable, and frankly,

not suited to be the voice of reason.

Hold that for me.

But, I would be remiss if

I did not remind you that former cops...

"Dawgstyl."

...do not fare well

- in prison. - Mm-hmm.

Just so we know.

S'up?

You dudes looking to get wet?

No. I'm Riana's dad.

Which Riana? I got a few.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! No, no, no, no, no.

Just...

think about

where you're gonna put the body.

The one on your Facebook page.

Oh, yeah?

She is smokin'.

- Nice work, pops. - Oh...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, no, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

This punk needs to be taught a lesson.

He's got a record, Riggs!

Pickpocketing.

Three time loser. On top of,

"Which Riana?" Which Riana?!

I understand. I understand.

But we don't want to have a heart attack now, do we?

- I'm... - Let's breathe.

Just remember to breathe.

Riggs, I am prepared...

to give my life to take his.

I'm okay with that, Riggs.

I understand.

I've got an idea.

It's not a great idea.

But maybe Chauncey here can help us out.

Uh, C-Dawg.

Shut up.

Keep in mind,

it's not a great idea.

This really isn't a great idea.

I mean, what if something happens

to C-Dawg?

What, are you serious?

No. If he dies, he dies.

Yeah, it's a win-win.

- Oh! - Ugh.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

Stop that.

What's the matter with you?

Well done.

Hey, we cool now?

Not now.

Not ever.

Get out of here, C-Dawg. And by here,

I mean the state of California.

All right, let's see here.

"Avalon,

"Birdie,

Samson."

- What is that? - It's the names.

They're all coded. Girls, too.

So we risked our shields to get a book we can't read?

I may know someone who can help.

Come on.

Hey, Martin.

- May I? - Yeah.

So, Julian was at the hotel,

just like you said.

And just so I... have a complete understanding,

he throws parties like the one at Ashworth's place?

Pretty girls, not-so-pretty guys.

And you just... what? Just happened to be there?

What are you getting at, Martin?

This is Julian's.

It's full of the names of all of his clients,

and the names of the girls that are paid to hook up with 'em.

Guess whose name's in here?

Give me the book.

All of these names are coded. How did you even know I was...

- You didn't. - Look,

I'm not judging you.

You're not judging me? Are you kidding?

You should see your face.

You totally manipulated me.

- No, get out. - Look, I am sorry.

All right, I know how hard this is for you. All right,

it's not easy for me either.

Look, you were Miranda's friend...

Yes, I was!

You were not the only person who lost her.

Look, Rachel, this is not about us!

They killed someone!

So I need to understand what's in this book.

Are you gonna help me or not?

Julian comes up with the nicknames.

He picks something that reminds him of the person.

- What's yours? - Madison.

Because I'm from Wisconsin.

I don't know the names of anyone else.

Thank you.

If I can figure out the code of Dylan Ashworth, I can prove

that he was with Nina the night she was killed.

He wasn't.

How do you know?

Because he was with me.

All night.

Just leave.

Please?

Hello, sugar.

I am so sorry I didn't call, but surprises are fun,

right?

You all right?

Yeah. Just...

been a tough day.

We've all have those.

Luckily though, I know

just the cure for tough days.

Fantastic nights.

Right.

Thanks, but I'm not really in the mood for a party.

Sure you are.

Detective, you came.

Only because you said

you had something to show me.

Look, I get it.

This place creeps you out.

It's not just the place.

Ouch.

So, what you got?

The lab results came back

on the substance on Nina Clausen's feet.

Tree sap.

From a Red Dawn Full Moon Japanese Maple.

Are you making that name up?

No. Very rare.

I ran a search on any murders

in which victims were found with similar sap.

Three turned up. All unsolved.

All women, all with bruising

on their wrists.

Wow. That's impressive.

Fin.

That's "the end."

In-in French.

You know, genius is rarely understood

at first blush.

- Damn, so there's four victims? - Yeah.

Okay, get me whatever you can on each one of the cases.

I got you.

Oh, my God.

Hey, baby! What brings you to the office?

Chauncey Perkins.

Please tell me you didn't...

It wasn't my idea, it was Riggs' idea.

I just wanted to scare him,

just rough him up a...

Rough him up? He's 19, Roger!

Exactly! Technically,

he's an adult.

A 19-year-old

who you threatened into committing a crime!

It was a misdemeanor,

not a felony.

Do you know he goes by the name of C-Dawg?

His parents called me.

Snitch.

And he broke up with Ri.

And mind you, she is less upset about him

than she is ashamed of her father.

But he really broke up with her?

- Roger... - Do you know

that he posted her picture... the picture...

on his Facebook page?

- He did? - Uh-huh. And when

I told him I'm Riana's dad,

he said, "Which Riana?"

Followed by,

"I got a few." As if

he's got a whole posse of girls named...

Okay, listen.

I get it.

I'm gonna have a little chat with C-Dawg.

Don't wait up for me.

It's okay, Trish, I already handled it.

"I got a few." That's what he said?

Yeah.

Hell to the no!

Hey Trish, don't go do nothing

that I have to arrest you for.

Not that I would ever arrest you.

You go ahead and commit crime

at will, baby.

Bailey, what are you working on?

A lead on the Clausen case.

The names in this book are all in code.

Like "Madison" for a girl from Wisconsin.

Dylan Ashworth... "Enzo," for his cars.

So Dylan Ashworth is in there?

Can you link him to Nina Clausen?

No. He was with another girl that night.

But I do think Nina is in here.

This girl's last entry in the book

was the night of Nina's murder.

Name is Charlotte.

Wasn't Nina from North Carolina?

Yeah, but the codename of the guy that she was with

is "Montana."

Okay, so "Montana." So, he's from

Billings, Bozeman...

Or it could be anywhere else. Big Sky,

- Yellowstone... - Hannah?

Hannah Montana. Joking.

Or Joe Montana.

The quarterback?

I know who Joe Montana is. He played for the 49ers.

Named for the Gold Rush.

The Ashworths were the original 49ers.

But Nina wasn't with Dylan that night.

So what if Montana

is another Ashworth?

The father, Henry?

It's possible.

Julian could have supplied him with the girls

and he would have access to his son's Ferrari.

As well as his own

oil fields.

Captain. Bailey.

In an effort to impress that will,

no doubt, go unnoticed,

I looked into the other dead women.

One body was

on land owned by an Ashworth oil subsidiary.

And this...

is the Ashworth estate in Bel-Air.

Note the front of the house.

Specifically, the trees.

Red Dawn Full Moon Japanese Maples.

What does that mean?

It means Henry Ashworth is probably

our killer.

Why didn't you tell me we were coming to Dylan's?

Julian, what is this?

This?

This is your evening, darling.

Perhaps longer. Who knows?

But, there is someone I'd like you to meet.

Dylan's father, Henry Ashworth.

Pleasure to meet you.

I'm uncomfortable.

I think I'd like to leave. I'm sorry.

Oh.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Another time, maybe?

Hey, hey.

Are you all right?

You seem a little stressed.

I am. I want to leave. Now.

Yeah, sure, I get that,

but here's the thing, darling Rach,

this thing is happening.

So, you can either fight it or

you can go with it. I can assure you, the latter is

much more fun.

Are you an actress?

Have you done any, uh, S&M?

Roleplay? No.

I'm sorry, I just want to go home.

Aw. Don't be sorry.

You're exactly what I asked Julian for.

How you doing, buddy? We're here to see

Henry Ashworth.

Sorry. It's a private function.

- This is awkward. - I'm embarrassed.

Look at us, showing up without an invitation.

You didn't get invited?

I got invited.

So, can I be your plus one?

I don't think so. You leave now,

or I'll be forced to have to call...

- Say it. Please say it. - Please say it. Say it.

The police.

Hello!

Oh! We're already here!

You should also know that we're being recorded

by security cameras.

Where are those cameras again?

Back there. And up there.

Ah, good.

- Help! Please! Let me out! - Please!

I don't want to do this! Please!

Mm, don't fight it.

Enjoy it.

Please, help me!

No!

What the hell?

LAPD. I'm looking for Henry Ashworth.

You got a warrant?

Judge Groban, I was hoping you could issue one

right on the spot.

What do you say?

No one gave you permission to be here, Detective.

Now, see, my friend Rachel...

she invited me.

Where is she?

Get your hands off me.

Any sign of Ashworth?

My good friend Julian here was just about to tell us.

- You have nothing on me. - Maybe.

But we have four murders we can pin on Henry Ashworth.

Wonder how long until he rolls on him.

You know the good news?

Guys that smell great are super popular in prison.

Where is she?

She's with Henry.

Downstairs.

Go. I got him.

Oh, my God...

Rachel. You okay?

Yeah. I think so.

You sure?

I didn't mean to wake you.

Hey. I'm sorry about my behavior.

Some of my behavior, with Chauncey, today.

I let my emotions get the best of me, and I... and...

That'll never happen again.

It was just a picture, Dad.

There are worse things in this world.

Trust me, I know.

And you think I don't,

'cause I'm just a sheltered girl

who doesn't know anything about the real world.

Look, now, Ri, in so many ways you know

so much more about the world than I did

at your age.

I'm proud of that.

But what you can't

possibly understand yet is what it's like to have children.

How scary it is

to think about them in a world that's just full

of dangerous things.

I love you too, Dad.

Hey.

Hey.

Thank you.

So, how you doing?

Better now.

Going somewhere?

Back to Wisconsin.

I'm done with L.A.

I know the feeling.

Thank you.

- Ah... - For everything.

Yeah.

And I'm sorry.

I mean...

...I'm sorry for you.

For your loss.

Miranda's death hit me really hard,

but I can't even imagine what it must be like for you.

Thank you.

So, what about you?

Think you'll stay in La La Land for the long haul?

I don't know.

I mean, look, this place is full of jackasses and traffic, but...

...I've found a couple good spots.

Good.

Yeah.

No way, man.

You can't do this!

Sorry. But you guys are violating

the city's parking ordinance.

What about him?

Oh, he's next.

Later, lamzak.

Lam-what?

Means "numb nuts."

Oh.

That's good to know.

- Lamzak. - Numb nuts.

You do understand that this is a public beach,

and you're never gonna have complete privacy.

First time I came out here to meet Miranda's parents,

she brought me here.

It's where she used to come to, you know... clear her head.

Get away from everything.

This is her spot.

Nice spot.

Hey, cover it up, ladies!

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