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Hi.

Hello.

Ooh.

Oh, I like this.

How can I take it to Bora Bora with me tomorrow?

My necklace travels business class or better.

Find me later.

It's Business 101... I give you product,

- you give me money. - Hey, chill.

You'll have it in two days.

You got two hours.

Think about trading up.

Your boy's future's not looking too bright.

Eh, he's all talk.

How'd we do?

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Drexel seemed pissed.

Yeah, well, he's always pissed.

He'll get his money, but first...

we need to buy a new car.

Have you seen my necklace?

- Room service. - Ah, don't worry about that, babe.

We can afford to buy you a new one now.

Room service.

Holy crap. Holy crap.

Why won't Mom answer?!

She's at a work retreat.

She told you, don't call her.

I know. But this is an emergency.

You have my full attention.

It's not a Dad kind of emergency.

Oh, no? Try me.

Flat iron is under the sink, extra makeup kit

is in the armoire,

and I am ready to go to the supermarket

and get you your... you know, uh... products,

- if needed. - My "products"?

Yeah, your feminine...

Like birth control?

What? No.

- Is that the emergency? - What? Wait, what are you talking about?

- What are you talking about? - What are you talking about?

I-I think Robbie is cheating on me.

Oh, God.

Okay, good.

I mean...

not good, mm-mmm.

Baby... Robbie McNeile

is not the kind of guy that cheats.

He's a dork. He gets cheated on.

He says he's staying at Jordan's house

while his parents are gone, but last night on Instagram,

Charlotte Gray tagged him in a picture of a full moon!

Um... well, c-couldn't that mean

that they're both into astronomy?

No. No, it means that they were watching the full moon together

last night.

This is why I need to call Mom.

No.

Mom would just give you a hug

and make you listen to Beyoncé's Lemonade.

I have

the full resources of the LAPD.

If Robbie is cheating,

I can catch him.

Hey, man, people are trying to sleep around here!

_

Hey, amigo!

You seen my pickup?

Looks like somebody partied hard last night.

The room was paid for by

a Bonnie and Clyde Smith. Where's Bonnie?

Well, we got champagne, we got coke, got a bloody,

gaping hole in the side of the head.

Is it a crime of passion?

A lot of passion.

Turn that light off.

Hey.

I need you to run a focused trace on that name.

Keep it between me and you.

"Robbie McNeile."

- Is he a suspect? - No, but he's definitely suspect.

And could you learn to whisper?

Sorry.

Whoa. Well, look what the wind

just blew in.

Hey! What took you so long?

I had a little, uh, truck trouble, so I decided

to take a nice little walk.

Uh-huh, okay, yeah. So you walked here?

I-I'm sorry, what is it exactly you have the problem with?

The exercise

or the vitamin D?

Guy's still dead, right?

Right, right.

So, uh, uh...

what kind of car trouble did you have?

Uh, it was a manifold flap or a carburetor joint...

Yeah, those aren't real words.

Look, hey,

if you needed a ride, you could've just asked me.

Rog,

I really think

we should focus on the guy without an eye.

That's what he would've wanted.

Bailey!

Tell me some detective stuff!

The victim's a 28-year-old male, and he...

I don't really care.

Listen, I need a BOLO on my truck.

I've misplaced it.

What the hell's wrong with you? You never lost anything?

No, nothing over a ton.

Yeah, well, you're being very judgmental right now, so...

So, um, Bailey, h-have you always... pocketed evidence,

or is that just something you started doing today?

I got this m...

I got this necklace made five years ago

for my little sister, Jess.

You think she was here?

I don't know, but...

I got to talk to her before anybody else.

Hey, Bailey.

Need you to bag this up; there's faint lipstick marks

from our mystery woman's DNA.

Hey, uh, Rog? I got that. Yeah.

- Grab that, Rog. - All right. Be gentle with it. Put it inside.

Ooh. Very delicate...

What the hell

are you doing?!

I am so sorry.

It must be sunstroke from that hike to get here today.

Nobody leaves here.

Riggs broke the DNA!

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- I heard it was an ice pick. - Mm-hmm.

You get more of those in colder climates.

- Yeah. - Any idea who the mystery lady is?

No. We had some DNA,

but then it was thwarted.

Riggs.

- Where have you been? - Where have I been? Huh.

Well, I had to walk here from the crime scene.

Walk? Why would you walk from a crime scene?

- Why would I walk from a crime scene? - That's a good question.

Tell him, tell him why you walked here.

My partner wouldn't give me a ride.

- Mm-hmm. - Wha-What?

- Why not? - It's true-ish.

The real reason is he lost his truck.

But he's your partner; you give your partner a ride.

You are missing the point.

He lost his truck!

Captain, my vehicle's being serviced at the moment.

Oh! It is being serviced.

And where is it being serviced? Pray tell.

Well... How does that matter?

Why does that matter? You give the man a ride.

- You don't leave him... - Hey, Cap-Captain, Cap-Captain.

I'm sensing some hostility

- Yeah. - from Roger.

How about I spend the rest of the day with Bailey?

Of course. Clearly, Roger's going through something.

Clearly.

You...

I don't like it.

I don't like it one bit.

So, I got some info on CJ.

Huh?

Our victim? Ice pick in the face?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, so before he checked in to the hotel,

he was seen at a nightclub, Throb,

arguing with a drug dealer, Drexel Simms.

I've got an address.

Should I text it to Riggs too?

Nope. Let's go.

Wait, you-you mean, like, you and me?

Together?

- Never mind. Never mind. - Okay...

Oh.

- Come on! - Yeah.

You sure your sister's here?

Yeah, I tracked her phone.

You know we could've used the front door?

Yeah, that's no fun.

Come on.

Mood music.

Different playlists for different crime scenes.

Kanye.

UH, BURGLARY:

theme to Pink Panther.

This is definitely

a drug house.

Okay, raiding a drug den.

"Ride of the Valkyries."

Perfect, right?

Well, then, Bowman, put us in the mood.

Okay.

You didn't have to kill CJ.

- We told you we'd get you your money. - Hey, I don't know

what you're talking about.

- Just give me the money, all right? - We will get you

the money, it just-it just needs to be,

- like, 24 hours. - I didn't even kill...

Just give me the money if you

- want to stay alive, all right? - It's Jess.

Okay.

Heads up, Drex. Two cops outside.

Across the street in a Crown Vic.

Riggs. I don't have time for his nonsense.

I'm in the middle of a drug raid.

He sent me to voice mail.

Here, stay here.

Riggs!

We're under siege!

No. It was a rock.

Listen, you've been made, all right?

- Get down the street. - Get down!

Hey, sis.

Why do we always see each other in places like this?

LAPD. You're under arrest.

You're welcome.

What?

You know, that rock almost knocked my eye out.

Or, "Thank you, Riggs. That rock saved my life."

The car saved my life.

The car is the one that knocked that dude down.

After I shot him.

That was a flesh wound. You barely grazed him.

You know what? Bailey's never like this.

Come on. Why are these necessary?

Name and date of birth? You know my date of birth.

You're always sending stupid books.

Oh, you got 'em? Never even got a thank you.

You're exactly the same. You know what your problem is?

You never give me the benefit of the doubt.

No, my problem is I always give you the benefit of the doubt.

But not anymore. Consequences.

I've changed. I have a steady job, I have a boyfriend...

Who got killed by a drug dealer.

Ah, small wrinkle.

Drexel's alibi checked out.

He was at the club all night.

Jess Bailey,

in the house!

Look at that.

I-I do see a resemblance.

And when was someone gonna tell me about this?!

Can we table this?

Hmm. Hmm?

If it wasn't Drexel, what other dealer

would want to kill your boyfriend?

See, why does it have to be a drug dealer?

- Why do you always assume the worst? - Gee, I don't know,

maybe 'cause he had cash on hand

and a gaping hole where his eye used to be.

Well, a lot you know, because it wasn't cash from drugs,

it was from wallets that we stole.

- What wallet? - Don't get judgy.

Just... stuff we picked off rich guys at the club.

Did you pay for the hotel with a stolen credit card?

No, cash. We're not dumb.

Duh.

But we did order champagne

to the room on plastic.

All right.

Well, we'll go check into that.

- Are we good here? - No, we are not.

I want to know, why did you tell Riggs

about your sister, but you didn't tell me?

Honestly, I was embarrassed, and I knew Riggs wouldn't care.

Why are you embarrassed of me?

And why would I not care?

'Cause you're such a mess yourself.

- Well... - Hey, Riggs,

I just got off the phone with I.A.

Any reason why

a bartender would take out

a restraining order against you last night?

Last night...

No, but I'll check into that.

Yeah?

Yeah, it's, uh, Martin Riggs. I was...

I know exactly who you are.

I put a restraining order on you,

and obviously, you don't obey any laws.

There's a lot of truth to that. Look, I'm, uh...

Look, you got your nerve calling here.

Court say you had to stay 50 feet away.

Pretty sure that includes phone calls.

Listen, I'm very sorry for whatever it is I did last night.

I don't have much of a recollection.

Uh, so if you could help me and tell me,

did you happen to see how I left your bar?

We sent you home in a cab.

You lucky I didn't kick your ass.

All right, again, I'm very sorry for anything I may have done.

Sorry ain't gonna fix my jukebox.

Your jukebox?

Shot my antique jukebox!

Six times!

Just out of curiosity, what song was playing?

"Today I Started Loving You Again."

Get away from that!

You've played the same song six times in a row!

It's my wife's favorite, and you bet your ass

I'll play it six more times, I feel like it.

Leave him alone. My mom's funeral was today.

Son, he can't drive.

- Let me call you a taxicab. - It's all right.

My uncle's outside waiting. He'll take us.

Okay.

Here. Get us home in one piece, boy.

I will.

Riana, sweetie, you have nothing

to worry about.

Robbie's parents are on a marriage-saving cruise

to Cancún.

He did not lie about that.

And I cannot tell you how I know, but I can tell you

there were zero phone calls from Robbie to one

- Charlotte Gray. - That's it?

I just broke about five laws.

What do you mean, "Is that it?"

I mean, that doesn't prove anything.

Where was Robbie Tuesday after school?

Wh-Where was Robbie after school Tuesday?

That's when he Instagrammed

his smoothie from Monster Juice.

Monster Juice on the Instagram.

Which is the same place

Charlotte's best friend had her birthday party last summer!

That was months ago.

No, it's all connected, Dad. Maybe I should just call Mom.

No. No, no no.

Don't do that, all right? I'm on it.

I'm on it.

Okay, make a list.

This is top secret, okay?

Parabolic mics, I need a drone,

I need a... a whip...

Whip?

Because you're not writing this down!

Write it!

Is this whose wallet you stole?

Should I have a lawyer here or something?

He may have shoved an ice pick into your boyfriend's head.

Unless you want me to do worse, you better start talking.

Okay, fine, yes, that's him.

Who's this?

Possible perp. Jess stole his wallet.

Allegedly.

Huh. Because we just received surveillance footage

from Jess's manager at the club.

Same guy just walked in,

asking when Jess's shift starts tonight.

Probably wants his wallet back.

Which is why I should be there.

Oh, why? So you can ditch us?

No, so you guys can use me as bait.

When he comes near me, the Five-O pounce.

Bam! Like LL and O'Donnell do.

Yeah, okay, I can't officially condone this,

but if anyone's gonna screw it up,

it's gonna be Riggs and Murtaugh.

I'd take the bait.

Okay, I got eyes on the door.

Bailey, can you hear me?

I'm here. Jess got me in a cheap-ass looking...

What? You don't know what I was gonna say.

I always know what you're gonna say.

And can you give me some space?

Oh, no, I'm going wherever you go.

You were supposed to be...

Yeah, I found a better spot.

What are you doing?

Well, I gave the bar-back a pass

on the gram of coke that I found in his pocket,

and he gave me the keys to the kingdom.

Don't you drink that.

Hey, uh, one appletini, please.

We got whiskey and whiskey on the rocks.

All right.

Hey, Riggs, do you think being behind a bar

- is the best place for you? - Uh, Rog, why don't you

just go ahead and say what you really want to say?

I'm talking about the shot you just took.

All the drinking.

You losing your truck.

You...

Hey.

Hey, Riggs.

B-Being behind a bar is

the wrong place for you.

Can you hear me?

Put the thing back in your...

- Here you go, sweetheart. - Thank you.

Stop, you are not my mother.

Our mother was barely your mother.

Frumpy don't sell, girl. You're cramping my style.

I'm watching you.

Jess!

I lost her.

Hey, Riggs, Bailey just lost Jess.

Bailey lost...

Excuse me.

Enjoying L.A., Jason? Where's my money?

I don't have it. I swear.

She does.

Hey, look out!

Ma'am, I'm hoping you can help me.

Out of the way. Excuse me, excuse me.

Hi, Jess. Friend of yours?

What is this? Is this, like, an ice pick or something?

LAPD.

Jess!

Get down.

Riggs!

Riggs.

Riggs.

Don't you dare say it.

And you...

didn't want me drinking at work.

Ask him what stopped the bullet; go aad, ask him.

So you're suggesting what?

That I didn't have my flask when the twins shot me?

Is that it? It was one guy, Riggs.

You saw the perp's reflection in the mirror,

- and you got confused. - So you were drinking?

No, no.

A very nice young lady,

uh, asked me to do shots with her.

I didn't want to blow my cover.

Besides, a couple shots is,

you know, not... I can do that before breakfast.

My point made.

- What's your point? - No, Cap, this is all on me.

I was supposed to be looking after Jess,

and I lost her.

What are you doing, Bailey?

Now, this is when you're supposed to blame someone else.

- Blame him. Blame him. - I was being honest.

Okay, the-the good news,

the good news is that we have a make

on the killer's car.

A two-tone burgundy old-school sedan.

And this just came in for the former Mr. Bristo.

Apparently, his primary work as an accountant involved

cooking the books for the Minnesota mob.

The Minnesota mob?

What, do they extort people on the one day out of the year

they can go outside?

They call it sleeping with the ice fishes.

Because it's cold when they...

St. Paul PD

thinks that he embezzled money from his employers

before he skipped town.

So, therefore, when CJ used his credit card at the hotel...

Hit man showed up looking for Bristo and the money,

and he got CJ instead.

The guy who killed Bristo was

the one trying to hustle Jess out of the club.

We have two dead bodies already.

Let's get to her before they do.

I'm sorry, Cap, but there's one more thing.

Hey, Bailey, you know what? We should probably go check

- Jess's apartment, right? - Yes.

See if there's any leads or clues or... Never know.

Maybe some, uh, some...

Murtaugh, I got the parabolic mic

and the night vision goggles you requested,

but it's-it's a no-go on the drone.

You requested a drone?

I did.

To widen out the, uh,

search radius for the two-tone sedan

that we are all looking for. I'm surprised you didn't...

You just found out about that right here,

- 30 seconds ago. - And then, um...

I ca...

Okay.

I have chips.

I have dip.

And I have sip.

Does your dad know how to make a stakeout fun or what?

Shh.

Shh.

What's he doing?

Still, uh, doing homework?

Oh, so it would seem.

You know, you may have to face

the fact that your boy's not cheating,

he's just slow at geometry.

- Dad. - I'm saying, just,

A-squared equals B-squared equals

the dork that he is.

That waitress... it's Charlotte.

Look.

I'm... Okay.

Okay, well, maybe it's a coincidence and she works here.

She's drinking from his straw.

Which means he has an underdeveloped

phobia for germs.

Uh-oh...

Ri. Ri.

Hey. Hey!

Young lady!

No...

That's my baby girl.

I am so proud of you...

Please say something comforting or I'm gonna lose it.

Uh... let's call your mother.

All right.

Any other ideas where she might be?

No.

We didn't stay close after our mom died.

I had to get the hell out of there as soon as I could.

Says a lot about me, though, right?

- I left her. - I don't know, Bailey.

Nothing wrong with wanting a better draw than you got.

What about you? You got siblings?

No.

Just me and my old man, stuck in that house together.

Think Bowman's got a lead on my truck.

It's all right, it can wait.

No, it's cool.

We don't know where Jess is anyway, and we need to find

your truck so we can give Murtaugh

one less thing to complain about.

Let's go.

Hey, how are you?

You.

You're the crazy man that was in my cab last night.

Oh. "Crazy" like, uh, like, crazy fun?

Like it was...

too much of a good time to...

All right.

Um... I've misplaced my truck.

So, when you picked me up from the bar last night,

do you remember where you took me?

A self-service car wash, on Pico.

But if I was in your cab, how did I get my truck there?

No, crazy man. There was no truck.

You washed yourself.

Oh.

Wh-What's that?

You hosed yourself down like it was a damn public shower.

And then, when it was finished,

you ripped open the token machine

and then you just started again.

Kept saying you had to get yourself right.

Got to get right.

Keep going!

Social worker's gonna be out here in a minute.

Got to get right.

Got to get my mind right.

Dad, let me get someone to help.

Riggs men don't ask for help.

I just got to get sobered up.

Now, come on!

Come on.

Martin's teacher said

that he's become withdrawn the past few weeks.

And the number of school days he's missed

- since his mother passed... - Mm.

Ah, there's n-nothing unnatural about that.

Boy misses his mom.

We both do.

- Very much. - Of course.

I just want you to know that Social Services is here

to help if things ever get too...

difficult.

We appreciate your concern.

But, you know, Martin and me,

we're... we're doing okay out here, aren't we?

Isn't that right, son?

Thanks a lot.

Hey, pal?

Whatever you did last night, it didn't work.

You're not right. You need help.

A leave of absence?

Look, what happened at the club was not your fault, entirely.

It's not just the club, Cap.

I've been coloring outside the lines.

And I withheld evidence from a crime scene

to protect my sister.

How do I justify that?

Well, clearly, you've been spending

too much time with Riggs.

What's going on in there?

I'm not sure, but it looks like Bailey's quitting.

What?!

Why would she quit?

Maybe this thing with her sister.

Yeah, we were talking in the car, and she said...

Oh, oh. Uh, uh. Of course.

It's you. You said something to her, didn't you?

Yes, Rog, I said something, she said something.

It's called a conversation.

You know? We were sharing family baggage.

Oh, were you, now?

You got any baggage you want to share with me?

Nope.

You know what? You better not have gotten into her head.

I put a lot of time and mentorship into that young lady.

Where'd she go?

I don't know.

I'm guessing she disappeared while you were babbling.

Hey.

Uh, so the gunman from the club, we got a hit on the car.

He was spotted on Sunset and Alvarado.

That's near Jess's place.

I need your keys, Bowman.

Uh, okay.

Thanks.

Hey, to your car.

Oh, right. Yeah.

That's your apartment, so...

Great.

- Nice place you got. - You scared the hell out of me.

Good. You need better locks. It's easy pickings.

What the hell are you doing here?

Okay, this is why CJ got killed.

It's to a bike locker in Griffith Park,

by the carousel.

Inside it is a bag full of money.

Millions, by my count.

You found millions of dollars in a bag,

and you came back here.

Well, it was either that

or hear from you for the hundredth time

that I always screw up and make bad decisions.

I'm proud of you.

Oh... stop. You ruined a perfectly nice moment.

Stay here.

Murtaugh, listen, um...

You quit?

And you didn't even think to tell me.

I'm not quitting.

It's an indefinite leave of absence.

That's quitting.

You had a teachable moment.

You learned not to bend the rules, but now...

Jess is inside.

And you didn't tell anyone?

It's Riggs.

He's a menace.

Well, young man, I hope you know you're gonna clean this mess up.

All right, where's the other you?

Huh?

You know, your twin?

Nah. That was a much better looking fellow.

You just got to flush all that Riggs out of your system.

I got to get back to Jess.

Guns.

We got to get you in a more secure building, Bailey.

Jess Bailey?

She skipped town. She's gone.

But, um, she gave me this.

Let's go. Both of you.

Plenty of room in the sedan.

Hey, I'm sorry I got you into this.

Don't blame yourself, Bailey.

It's Riggs's fault.

It's always Riggs.

We're stopping.

This is where he kills us, isn't it?

Hey, not gonna happen, Bailey.

Take your mind off of that.

Describe the man who grabbed us

for when we testify against him in court.

That's how this ends, okay? Go.

Okay, um, five-ten.

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. - Blonde, mustache.

Whoa. What was that?

Wh-What, the shovel?

No. No mustache.

Either he shaved while driving or it was fake.

Either way, he doesn't want to be identified.

Okay, I did not see that.

What, the shovel and the tarp, Murtaugh?

The mustache. It's a very realistic synthetic blend.

I mean, but why?

Is he trying to mess with our facial recognition?

I'm sure there's another explanation,

like he's gonna bury us alive.

Just so you don't

get any ideas, your dumb-ass partner

is inside tied up.

Try anything, and my brother will kill him.

Go babysit the guy inside.

Yep, I get it. Now there's three of 'em.

Makes sense.

Well, can we talk about the tarp and the shovel now?

Yeah.

Let's go, missy.

No, no, no, no. Hey, let her stay.

- Take me. - Uh...

Oh, don't worry, fella. You'll get your chance.

Sit tight.

Three of you, huh?

How does that... how does that work,

like, with, uh, with the clothes situation?

No. I'm-I'm genuinely curious.

You know, like when I see children, uh, you know,

walking around the streets, you know, regarding twins

or-or triplets, they're always dressed the same,

and it's adorable, so I wasn't,

you know, sure if you guys did that kind of thing

where you buy... I don't know...

three blue shirts, three red jackets,

or if you took advantage of the multiple wardrobes.

If I shoot you, will you shut up?

It's worth a shot.

Yeah, Bailey.

No, it's Jess. The ice pick guy with the boots...

he took my sister and your partner.

Took 'em where?

Murtaugh's in the trunk!

Murtaugh's in the trunk!

Rog! Rog!

This is it?

This is how you react

when you think I'm dead?

What did you expect me to do, Rog?

Like, drop to my knees and have, like, a whole dramatic episode?

When you took that bullet in a club

and I thought you was dead, I wept.

It was tears of joy.

What? What?

You know, you wouldn't even go in there and try to save me?

Well, how am I gonna save you if you're blown up?

Give me a minute.

So, I'm gonna call the D.A. about the felony theft charges.

Don't. I'm pretty sure we can

- suspend the sentence, considering... - I'm serious.

Don't do it.

This is on me now.

Consequences.

This is supposed to be in evidence, so if anyone asks,

just...

Maybe when, uh,

this all blows over, we can go back to being cool again.

I'd like that.

We all we got.

Hey, baby. I got emergency supplies.

Okay? How do you feel about ice cream

with every topping imaginable?

Ice cream makes me think of smoothies,

which reminds me of Robbie, so...

Yeah, well, okay, so there's more.

I did some research, and I found

the top ten movies to mend a broken heart.

27 Dresses!

Dad, here's what I need from you,

and please be straight with me, okay?

I need to know:

is this as bad as it gets?

No.

It gets much worse.

What-what you're going through right now is, um,

getting your heart in-in fighting shape

for when the guy

that comes along that really matters.

You see, when I met your mother,

my heart was Apollo Creed strong.

You know?

Okay.

But how many times before Mom?

Um, you know, it...

it's different for everyone.

This guy, double digits.

I-I was weak. I was vulnerable.

I mean, started losing my hair

when I was, like, 13.

It's Mom.

But I don't have to.

I mean, we're right in the middle of...

No. You should take your mom's call.

Hi, Mom.

Uh, yeah, no, I'm okay.

Um, you won't believe what happened with Robbie.

He's such a jerk.

Actually, Dad took me on a stakeout.

He got the surveillance van for me... the whole nine.

He's been really great.

I get one of these letters every couple years

asking me to speak in support of my father's release.

I don't know why this nearly kills me every time.

Why do I care so much...

after everything he did?

He's still your dad.

You know, I had a choice when I was 13.

Could've had a normal life.

Is there anything you want to tell me?

Anything I can do for you?

If there's ever something going on,

I want you to know you can call.

You have options.

Everyone deserves to be somewhere safe.

If you reach out,

I can help you.

We're fine.

I chose to stay with him.

Life's not over, Riggs.

You still have that choice, every day.

Hey.

Did you walk here from work?

You are one stubborn fella.

So, uh... I did lose my truck.

You know, I've never gotten

so blackout drunk that I forget where I left it, you know?

But, uh...

...I need help.

I've been waiting a long time for you to say that.

Since you, uh, opened up to me,

I'm gonna open up to you.

Come here.

You left it at the bar.

Someone called the cops and they called me.

I had it towed here.

I just didn't want to see you get hurt.

You look out for me, Rog.

I do.

Been a long time since anyone's done that.

Yeah, it's uncomfortable.

- Should we, uh... All right. - Yeah, yeah.

I got some ice cream and, uh, 27 Dresses we can watch.