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(loud music, indistinct chatter)

DEWEY: Officer down!

I'm in the freakin' bedroom!

Come on! I'm in the bedroom!

Come and get me!

(John laughs)

Come on, man.

This is a...

(man laughing)

Is he wearing underwear?

I don't know.

It's funny, right?

Come on. Just give the key. Unlock me.

Come on. Just unlock me!

No, no, don't do that.

That's not right. That's not right! Don't!

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!

MAN: Three officers started out the day

thinking they had nothing in common.

By end of shift, two of them found out this was not true.

What happened to Dr. Breslow?

He retired rather suddenly, I'm afraid.

Did he get shot? What? Uh, no.

No? No. No, no...

I thought maybe a hostage situation or something.

Yeah...

(laughs) Yes.

How long you been doing this?

Um, this is my second day.

Your sec... All right.

Well, you're doing good.

(laughs)

Well, uh, thank you very much.

Oh, sure.

What kind of practice did you have before this?

Private.

The, uh, well-off worried.

Should their kids transfer

from Crossroads to Harvard-Westlake?

Someone got a better facelift than someone else.

That sort of thing.

I went to Harvard-Westlake.

Oh.

I transferred out after a semester.

My father stopped paying the tuition.

How'd you feel about that?

What?

How did you feel about that?

(chuckles)

I was pretty confused at that point.

My, uh...

My father walked out on my mom and me.

We were living in this big house off of Sunset.

(sighs)

And I started going to public school.

Dr. Breslow...

(clears his throat)

...mentioned that there was...

(papers riffling)

...a violent incident in your childhood.

Is that right?

Would you mind my asking what happened?

My father's a defense attorney.

One of his clients broke into our house.

My father had already split.

My mom and I were there.

Go on.

They beat her up.

You saw this?

Yeah, I did.

How old were you?

I was ten.

So you're ten years old,

your father walks out on you,

drug dealers beat up your Mom, and...

it's fine?

And now I'm a cop.

Thank you, Dr. Freud.

(sighs)

Says here that this is your last session.

How do you feel about the shooting?

I'm okay with it.

(sighs)

I didn't enjoy it.

It was unavoidable.

Some guys, they work 20 years,

they never have to shoot anybody.

It's just weird.

How much it means to guys like that.

I'm okay with it.

Good.

Good.

Good. All right.

Well, I'm gonna go to work.

All right, well, I, uh...

I wish you luck.

Yeah, you, too.

So that wraps it up there, right?

Yup.

Being from Beverly Hills and all,

you must have been in lots of therapy.

Yeah, it's definitely not my first time at the rodeo.

What about you? You ever been in therapy?

Yeah.

When my marriage ended.

It was good.

Worked some things out.

DISPATCH: Six Adam 43, see the man.

Possible stolen vehicle at 455 Tiffany Circle.

What the hell does that mean?

Donte, Po-po's here.

Yeah. All right. Peace.

Sir, your car was stolen?

Yeah.

Azure got jacked.

Playoffs coming up, dude.

I can't be in that kind of trouble.

Can you be more specific?

Went out last night, hit some places,

came home,

some people came to chill, Bentley Azure got jacked.

So you want to file a police report

for a stolen vehicle?

You ever go for some strange?

Excuse me?

All right.

All right, come here.

Come here.

(clears throat)

I'm married, all right?

My wife is in St. Barts with Donte Junior.

She has this dog,

a Great Dane.

I don't give a fuck about the car.

Insurance'll cover it,

but you got to get me the dog back.

Now, she comes home tomorrow.

Got to get me the dog.

I got some pictures of it somewhere around here.

Sir, do you or do you not want to file a police report?

I'm married, motherfucker,

I can't be filing no report.

(chuckles)

So, women took the car?

Yeah, women took the car.

And you don't want to file a report?

You ain't listening, bro.

Protect and serve, motherfucker.

You got something against me? I got rights.

Sir, you have to file a police report.

We're not private detectives.

All right.

All right. All right.

I got a better idea.

I go with you.

We go looking around.

I got some ideas where the bitches be at.

Wait here. Let me change, all right?

Ten, 15 minutes.

I can't even...

DISPATCH: 15 Adam 85, a possible overdose at 3321 Mulholland.

Possible overdose now.

Two-seven-nine-one, RD-one-five-seven nine.

He said they'd been doing drugs, she started to choke.

I guess she was overdosing.

He said they'd been partying hard all night.

Anyway, she's choking, he panics,

says he wanted to give her a tracheotomy.

I guess he missed.

So, I guess it's a suspicious death, right?

No.

No, it's not a suspicious death.

This isn't a frigging Agatha Christie novel.

There's accidental death, there's suicide,

and then there's homicide.

This is homicide. He's going in for murder.

You should give him one of your dad's cards.

This guy-- he's gonna need a good lawyer.

Let's go.

Why are you arresting me?

I tried to save her life!

With a Bic pen?

(horn honking)

JOHN: I just got shot. Where are we?

I don't know.

Every time I make a turn,

you look up at the street sign.

You got to know where we are at all times.

All right, I got it. This is it. This is it.

(tires squeaking)

(shouting) CHICKIE: Put it down right now!

Shoot her! Shoot her! Shoot her! Shoot her!

I spent all weekend with this scumbag,

and then he stops payment on the check?!

Ma'am, put the gun down right now!

Leave me alone! She's gonna shoot me!

I spent three days

with this scumbag, and then he...

Put it down!

Ma'am, put the gun down. Please. I'm sorry.

We'll deal with that later.

Put the gun down right now! Put the gun down!

Put the gun down right now!

Put the gun down. Please don't shoot me.

I'm begging you. I'm begging you.

Please, don't, don't.

Yeah. Oh, get her. Get her! Get her!

Get her! Get her! Get her! She's-She's gonna kill me.

Sir, turn around, put your hands on the car. What?

Turn around, put your hands on the car, spread your legs.

I got to search you. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. No...

Put your hands on the car. I'm the star of the movie.

That's Timmy freakin' Davis, man.

I thought you retired.

Retired? Bitch filed for divorce.

She wants half my pension?

Hell with that.

Besides, I miss you guys.

WOMAN: Why don't you arrest him?

I spent three days with him,

doing every single thing he wants, and he bounces the check?

We were so high, I don't even remember your name.

I'll write you another... (loud, overlapping chatter)

Hey. It was a misunderstanding.

I didn't have enough money in my account.

I'm a big fan, man. I love your movies.

Really? I'm a huge fan.

You should be. I love Bodybag.

Oh, Bodybag II's coming out in the fall.

It's the bomb. Oh, sweet.

All right, okay, you know what?

You got to go down to the station,

talk this over with the detectives.

Oh, no. I-I'm work... I'm shooting a movie right now.

I understand that. Look, we can smooth this out.

JOHN: Smooth it out?

What are you...?

You know what? Maybe you should retire.

She's pointing a loaded gun at him.

This is ADW, okay? She's going to jail.

Hey, look, look. Come on, guys.

I'll just write her another check. No big deal.

You see? He'll write another check!

Yeah, and I'm... All right?

How about we clear it up

with the detectives down at the station?

Or we can do that.

I got him.

I got him. I got him.

You go with her, okay? I got him.

Give me the weapon.

Okay.

Come on, let's go.

Okay. Let's go.

Let's go. Let's go.

Officer, uh, Dudeck is it? Okay.

Bring him in, Dewey.

(mumbling) All right. All right.

You start taking witness statements.

Come here.

I'll get your cuffs back to you.

You're booking him for murder?

Yes, we are.

This isn't a murder!

I didn't murder anyone!

Well, when the coroner's report comes back, we'll see.

Oh. But right now, it's 187 PC.

And you're bailing him out anyway,

so what's the difference? Victim's sister is here.

He was trying to help her.

He should get an award for this.

Right. You get awards for saving lives,

not taking them.

Ms. Campbell?

Mm-hmm.

Why don't you have a seat?

Okay?

Well, just-just tell me.

She's... She's dead, right?

Yes. I'm very sorry.

She OD'd, right?

Well, we're not exactly sure.

What the hell does that mean?

She was doing some drugs.

She passed out,

and the man who she was with

tried to do a tracheotomy on her.

And he... he cut her carotid artery,

and she bled to death.

There was no reason for him to leave the set

in the first place. He was...

I understand. We're working on it.

All right? Good luck. Good luck on the movie.

Yeah.

Is that the director?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Dude!

Hold on, baby.

What's up?

Hey, guess what.

I, uh... I did hire your dad,

and I hooked up with your sister again.

We're all going out tonight. You want to cruise?

Baby, yeah. Guess who I'm standing here with?

Yeah. It's for you.

Hey, Olivia. Yeah?

(chuckles)

Want to search my trailer?

(chuckles)

Yeah, I'll call you later.

Yeah.

So you coming out tonight or what?

(laughing): Yeah, baby, isn't that crazy?

I know.

You think you guys are the only ones who work?

Keep me waiting for an hour?

JOHN: Okay, so let me get this straight.

Therapy in the morning,

a little chitchat on the phone.

You want to go to Spago for lunch?

I hate that place. Guys are too old.

Shut up!

What the hell are you doing?

People become cops for two reasons, all right.

They need the paycheck

or they like to carry a big gun and tell people what to do.

All right, now you--

you surely don't need the money.

I don't think you're a freak.

So what the hell are you doing here?

I'm a cop, same as you're a cop.

Bullshit, Richie Rich.

When I joined, this was the only job I could get

making 30 thou a year.

It's better than digging ditches.

(sighs)

I left my wallet in my trailer, bro.

Here you go. Oh, be cool, man. That's embarrassing.

Give me a C-note.

Come on.

(whistles)

(chuckling)

(mumbling)

Let's go. Let's go, come on.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

You're gonna drive.

We're gonna have a cigar.

Dewey, are you kidding me?

You can't smoke in there.

Who cares?

Lighten up a little bit.

Yeah, lighten up, sweetheart, okay?

Have some fun.

Hey.

What do you think about acting?

You know like in the movies like me.

(Dewey laughs) That works for you?

Women actually go for that?

Women go for anything I do.

(laughing)

Women go for it.

She's a drag. Come on.

DISPATCH: All units, a 211 in progress at 402 Genessee.

Two male Caucasians wearing dark clothing.

Whoa! Light 'em up! Whoa!

Hold on, darlin'.

(grunts)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching) (thud)

Go!

(tires squealing)

(men grunting)

Officer needs assistance,

two suspects heading northbound on Genessee

between the businesses.

(grunts)

MAN (distantly): Run, run!

MAN 2: I'm telling you, baby!

MAN: He's gaining on you!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

BEN: Stop! Stop! Stop!

Down!

Face down, arms at your side! Now!

Down!

Spread 'em!

6 Adam 43, show suspects in custody

at the rear of 132 1/2 Genessee.

DISPATCH: Copy that.

132 1/2?

That's right.

(sirens approaching)

These the guys that beat you?

No, that's not them.

LACEY: Of course that's them.

I saw them beating her!

Ma'am, step inside, please.

(scoffs)

Put 'em in the tank.

Look...

I know what's going on here.

These guys are hassling you every week, right?

You don't have to pay these people.

Is it just these two or are there more?

Could you get my wig, please?

It's...

We're the police.

We will protect you.

Look, you seem like a lovely gentleman,

but who the hell do you think you're kiddin'?

Tell Dewey to take our suspect back with him.

I'm going to stay here,

see if she'll change her mind.

Bentley and a Great Dane.

BEN: Want me to call it in?

No.

So, anyway, I got this blond.

I got her bent over a sofa, right.

But I'm inebriated, right.

I'm intoxicated.

And I-I pass out on top of her

and I'm smoking a cigar.

I burn a hole...

So, look, we're gonna hand you over our suspect.

We gotta stay here and deal with this. Fine.

Was Dewey just in the back seat with him?

Don't ask.

Ma'am, we're gonna transfer you over now.

I had a Bentley once.

For a week.

Hey!

Hey, come on!

You can't park there!

Okay, ma'am, out of the car, please.

I'd rather stay with you. (chuckles)

Now, please.

(Ben grunts)

Thanks.

Dewey, where is he?

Who? (scoffs)

I don't know, he must have escaped.

You're such an asshole.

(Dewey chuckles)

CHICKIE: Watch your head.

Hey, I'm sorry. Whoa! Whoa!

Hey, man, I don't want to lose that.

You feel bad about what you told her?

What? What, "we're the police, we'll protect you"?

Yeah.

No.

You don't lie to 'em like that, nobody ever gets put away.

Yeah, but we can't protect them.

Those guys are just gonna come back.

Or two more just like 'em.

It is what it is.

This domestic we're going to?

They're tricky.

Gotta be on your guard.

You get there and she's screaming at you

to lock up the asshole that just beat her up,

you go to put the cuffs on him, next thing you know,

she's jumping on your back,

trying to rake your eyes out for locking up her beloved.

Yeah, I got it.

Oh, yeah?

Mommy and Daddy didn't get along?

A little trouble in Beverly Hills?

What is your problem? Well, you never said

why you learned to shoot.

You said where, but you never said why.

I wanted to learn. Yeah.

(chuckles)

Nobody shoots like you

didn't spend a lot of time doing it.

Just doesn't equate, Bijan.

How'd you learn?

My dad taught me.

In between stints in prison.

MAN: Why don't you try Be a man sometimes!

open your ears Why don't you try to be a man?

and shut your mouth! Get a job!

(overlapping yelling) Shit.

WOMAN: I should punch you in your mouth!

I should punch you in your mouth!

This asshole has been hitting me again.

I been screaming all day.

(overlapping yelling)

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Stop!

Shut up right now!

Shut up!

Where are the kids? They're in school.

Where the hell you think they are?

You know what?

...you.

I'm sick of this.

I'm not coming back here anymore.

Put your hands on my badge.

What? What for? I'm giving you a divorce.

MAN: Man, you trippin'.

You can't do that. Sure I can.

Put your hand on my badge.

Right hand.

Get-get-- Don't! Off! Off!

I said don't touch me. Don't touch me!

Put your goddamn hands on...

You watch... Don't touch me!

Get off me! Get off me! Oh...

You watching this?

All right now. Okay.

Do you want to do this?

Do you want to do this?

Oh, please!

Please! Whatcha gonna do?

You got a choice right now.

You put your hand on my badge

and we take care of this.

Now.

Right hand.

By the power vested in me by the state of California,

I now pronounce you divorced.

Now, pack your bag Mm-hmm.

and get the fuck out of here.

Go! You heard him! Get out!

Yeah, why don't you get off your ass sometimes?

Oh, get out! Get your ass

off the couch sometime, will you?

(indistinct yelling)

He ain't even got no car!

Walk! Walk! Broke! Broke ass!

I'll be back for your ass! Shut up!

That's for damn sure! Oh, please!

You better believe that! You heard him, right?

You believe it, all right?!

You hear that? Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

(laughing)

Okay, no, I gotta call you back.

Why the hell you wearing a puss, huh?

You had a good day.

You made a bust, pulled a gun off the street.

Dewey, you let him go.

That's gonna come back to haunt us.

We needed his statement.

Why the hell you gotta make such a big deal

out of everything?

You gotta be kidding me.

I put my ass on the line for you.

I gave you another shot when no one else would work with you.

No one!

And now I'm gonna get in trouble for this?

For that asshole?

So you can impress him

with what a big man you are?

You know what, Dewey?

I actually care about my job.

If this is the way you do police work,

I want a new partner.

You on the rag?

Hmm?

The shift is freaking over, man.

Relax.

She, uh, acted a little bit.

Barry was a producer.

Uh, she tried to write.

I'm a writer.

Oh, yeah? Mm-hmm.

What do you write?

I just published my second novel.

That's, that's tremendous.

Hmm.

Don't tell me you want to write?

(chuckles) Busted.

I would, uh, I would think that the things that you witness

would be very interesting.

And heartbreaking.

Have you tried?

Yeah, yeah, I have.

Short stories.

Very short.

(both chuckling)

I teach a class.

You should come.

I'm a really good teacher.

Yeah.

It would light a fire under your ass.

You actually produce for my class or I throw your ass out.

(Russell laughing)

No excuses.

Hey.

Hey, um, we need to go do that interview.

This is Keren Campbell.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

So where do you live now?

KEREN: Uh, in Los Feliz.

(rapid gunfire, chatter and laughter)

Sweet!

You all right? You all right?

Of course I'm all right.

Whoo-hoo! (laughing)

Thanks, bro.

Grab the tomatillo sauce.

You know, if those kids were there,

I would've handled that differently.

The only way it ends is if one of them leaves.

But they never do.

Either that or one of them kills the other one.

Round and round.

It never ends.

So fucking sick of it.

Your Dad ever hit your Mom?

Have to call the West Latte police station,

have them come on over?

Man, what is it with you?

Enough.

Tomatillo sauce.

Can I get some napkins?

This thing's a class three!

How the hell'd you get a permit for this?

I didn't.

My props guy-- Hey, man!

Props guy, he hooked me up,

he converted it from a semi to full auto.

(Dewey laughing)

Hey, baby, this is my friend, uh, Dewey.

Wow, yeah. Is that a costume?

Yeah, I'm one of the Village People.

(laughing): You the Y, the W,

the C or the A, huh?

Hey, be cool, man. Rambo!

I know, hey, this mother fires real live ammo, okay.

Coyote!

Dead coyote.

(both laughing)

You like that thing?

Text all your little buddies?

I don't get it.

I want less ways for people to reach me, not more.

The lone wolf.

That's right, hombre.

Got yourself a hot date?

Yeah, it's my half sister.

Ah, don't you Beverly Hills folks date your sisters?

There's nothing wrong with that, right?

(chuckling)

Whoa.

Pull it over.

WOMAN: It's all good, it's all good.

Hey, guys.

How you doing tonight?

License and registration, please.

I got it in here somewhere.

How you doing?

Oh, we're fine.

Oh.

This is registered to Donte Johnson.

I know.

He gave it to me.

(dog growling) It's a present.

What's the dog's name?

I do not remember.

Come on, ladies.

You took the car, you took the dog.

No, no, no, no, no.

It ain't even like that, no.

Donte is a real close friend.

I got a lot of close friends.

You boys feel like a party?

No.

You sure?

He's sure.

Well, you can pet him, he's real nice and friendly.

(dog barking)

I just died!

I'm on this domestic call, right?

Husband and wife.

The chick's been beat down, man,

two black eyes, she's crying.

I'm feeling bad, what the hell do you say

to a woman whose got two black eyes?

What? Nothing!

You done told that bitch twice!

(laughing)

What's the matter, man?

A bunch of girls here, man, be cool.

You don't like that one?

That was not good. I'm an actor.

Hey, hey! Know your audience.

You know what, I need some...

I need some new material, could you help me with that?

You do need some new material, you can't have her.

(laughing)

You know, I always knew, one way or another,

that this guy would do her in.

You know, I'd send her to Hazeldon,

she would stay straight for a few months

and then Barry would call

and he would say that he'd straightened out,

that they needed each other.

And she would go back to him.

Every time.

Why do women do that?

Why do they go back to the men that hurt them?

I don't know.

It's a terrible disease.

No.

You know what? Screw that.

Lou Gehrig had a disease.

Muhammed Ali has a disease.

Michael J. Fox has a disease.

Franklin D. Roosevelt?

(laughing)

(both laughing)

(crying)

(sobbing)

(Keren sobbing)

God...

(sighing)

You're hilarious.

Are you married?

Yeah. Hmm.

I am. Too bad.

(laughs)

Want to go surf tomorrow?

Where?

I don't know.

We could make a day of it and drive up the coast.

Stop at the Fish Shack on the way back.

Cool.

Can Adam come?

Which one's Adam?

I met him in sixth grade.

He's Samoan.

Sure.

(beeping)

What is it?

DEWEY: Hey. Hey, I need you to come get me right now.

Where are you?

I don't know. I'm in Hollywood somewhere.

I'm at Davis's place.

No way.

I'm fucked up right now, okay?

I need you.

Why don't you call your wife, Dewey?

Get her to come.

Wait. wait. Listen to me. Listen to me.

I-I got a disorder, all right?

I know I'm an ass, but...

(Dewey panting)

I'm an alcoholic, okay?

I'm working on the ninth step.

I need to make amends with you.

Tonight?!

Now! Right now!

(grunts)

Yeah?

DONTE: I don't care about

the car, Mannix.

I just want the damn dog.

So, you still won't press charges?

No, dawg.

Just bring the car, the animal,

whatever, back over to me here,

I'll take care of y'all.

I look like Anthony Pellicano?

Good luck in the playoffs, dawg.

Let's go.

Ladies, you have a good night.

Thank you.

(phone ringing)

What?

What's the address?

We got to make a little stop.

(clears throat)

(loud buzz of conversation)

(dance music begins)

Hot fuzz!

DEWEY: Officer down!

I'm in the freakin' bedroom!

Come on! I'm in the bedroom!

Come and get me!

Come on, man! This is a...

(all laughing)

Is he wearing underwear?

I don't know.

It's funny, right?

Come on. Just give me the key. Unlock me.

(Dewey panting)

Coop, unlock me, okay? Oh, hang on there a second.

No, no, don't do that.

That's not right. That's not right.

That's not cool. That's...

Don't do that. Don't do that.

Rogue's gallery. Okay?

Some people say it doesn't exist, and you know...

Just unlock it.

We document the colossal fuck up,

the indescribably grotesque, the profane...

Come on!

the ridiculous, the sacred.

Unlock me, man! Now!

(John laughing)

Hey, whoa, whoa. Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Better get this. Here.

Ow! Ow! Shit.

I don't want you to lose that.

Oh shit. All right.

Give me the key.

No. You got yourself into this, you get yourself out.

Wait. What do you mean? You're gonna just leave me here?

Where's your gun?

My pants are right here. Ow!

Ow. Ow.

Where's the gun, dude?

(sighs)

Some chick took it.

Pray she's still here.

(sighs)

I swear to God, Cooper,

I'm gonna kill you.

(panting)

I'm gonna freakin' kill you, Coop...

(crying)

Stop moving.

Stop... moving.

You got a pass today.

Next time,

I call your parole officer, and you're going in.

Come on, dance.

Dance. Forget about him.

Forget about him.

It's an old injury. Yeah?

No big deal.

You ever try acupuncture?

(laughs)

I've tried everything.

You guys okay?

We're used to this.

Our Aunt's coming to pick us up.

You got your stuff?

Yeah.

MAN: Shut up! Let me get my stuff!

so I can get out of here. (woman shouting)

Oh, your boys are back.

(scoffs)

Mutual combat.

I told him not to come back.

I came back to get my stuff.

She stood in front of the door.

Call up for transport. They're both going in. What?!

Get up! (overlapping shouting)

Six Adam 43. Request transpo, our location.

Turn around, ma'am. (overlapping shouting)

Hands behind your back. Hands behind your back.

Palms together. Palms together.

What, you happy now? Yes!

Yes. Yes. I'll bet you are.

Next time, you're going out on a stretcher.

By whom? Mm-hmm. Uh, see if you can walk out next time.

This in unbelievable. I'm the victim here. Look at my face.

You have the right to remain silent.

You have the right to remain silent.

BOTH: Anything you say can be used against you in court.

Oh!

BOTH: You have the right to the presence of an attorney

before and during any questioning.

You still didn't answer my question.

Yeah? Which one?

You got a look on your face at the domestic.

Leads me to think...

Daddy beat up Mommy.

It was worse than that.

Hmm. Nothing's worse than that.

Believe me, I know.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, yeah.

My old man is the biggest asshole who ever lived.

What'd yours do?

I already told you.

(laughs)

All right, all right.

No. Do you want to know?

All right, I was ten.

My mom-- she's a little, uh...

She's a little fragile.

My dad walks out on her.

And these drug dealers he represented--

they broke into the house.

They beat the hell out of her.

I mean, just...

I went to defend her,

and they knocked out my teeth.

And after that, I...

I had some trouble sleeping, so...

So I learned to shoot.

All right? End of story.

Now will you get off my back?

My old man's a bigger asshole than that.

Is he dead?

No.

(laughs)

No, he's, uh...

He's around.

In prison.

He raped and murdered someone.

You have a good night.

Thank you.

WOMAN: Look, um, I don't know how much longer

I can keep doing this, 'cause I'm really afraid

one of the doctors is gonna notice.

How much of that stuff are you taking?

(laughs)

You worried about me?

Yeah, John, I'm worried about you.

You're working non-stop, I know you're in pain...

I'm fine. I'm fine.

This is worse than when we were married.

Can I help you?

Yeah, uh, Sherman party, please?

Right this way, sir.

Ben!

Dude.

Dad heard you were coming, so he wanted to come say hello.

Ben. Hello.