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I keep asking,

but I guess the guy's got
something better to do with his time.

Better than come over
to our house for dinner?

Yeah, I've got better things to do,
and I still eat here.

This is what you do.

Tell Riggs I haven't seen him in a while,

and I'm asking him over for dinner.

I'm not easily offended,
but the guy's getting pricklier.

That's what you say every morning.

- Not every morning.
- Every morning.

Hon, clearly, your partner is
going through something right now,

and it's starting to consume you.

And in the interest of talking
about anything else over breakfast,

get ahead of it.

Hey, there he goes.

- Any updates?
- Nope.

- Not talking about it.
- What?

Your son is sitting out
his last winter high school dance

because he hasn't asked
a single girl out yet.

RJ is fine. It's generational.

- No one asks anyone to dances anymore.
- That's not true.

I got asked last month,
and it wasn't even my dance.

If it's anyone's business,
I actually did ask someone.

- Honey.
- She never texted back,

- so let's all just move on.
- Oh, baby!

You don't text someone
and ask them to a dance.

You ask them, in person, like a human.

That's it. I'm out.

- RJ.
- I bet he used emojis.

Rookie mistake.

Oh... I've got a dead body in Koreatown.

See, this is what texting is for,

not asking a girl to a dance.
What's wrong with him?

And don't forget to invite Riggs
to dinner again.

Generational, my ass!

As long as there's dances,

there's gonna be kids
who ask other kids to the dance,

so he's gonna need a little game.
Am I wrong?

What? Who needs what?

You're kidding me.
You didn't hear anything I just said?

Sorry, Rog, just white noise.

I don't get you, man.
We're supposed to be partners.

Hey! We are partners.

No, partners listen.

They engage. They pretend to care.

Let's try it.

Hey, partner, what did
you do this weekend?

Nothing.

See, that's what I'm talking about.

- Partners answer the question.
- I'm answering the question.

I did nothing.

You didn't go nowhere,
do nothing, see nobody.

You just sat in that little tin coffin.
That's it.

Blinking and breathing.

Trish wanted me to invite you to dinner.

And considering your social calendar,
I'm assuming you're available.

Can I think about it?

You're killing me. You're killing me.

Our DOA's name is Adam Pressman, 26.

Business cards in his wallet
says he was a party promoter.

- This can't be good for business.
- That's helpful.

Single bullet, close-range,
small caliber, I'm guessing .38.

- So what's with the fancy hi-tech, uh...
- Wireless headphones?

- Yeah.
- Came with the corpse.

Huh.

Maybe he's from the future.

Maybe he hasn't been living
under a rock for the past five years.

Looks like the future's in here.

Is it not just me, or do you hear music?

- That's evidence.
- I know.

It's not like I was gonna crush it up
and snort it or anything.

LAPD!

The party's over!

- We're shutting this down.
- They can't hear you.

- I got the bass cranked up.
- What is this, some kind of a rave?

Rave? Cute.

It's a silent disco.

Huh. My favorite kind of disco.

You mind if I, uh...

Everyone gets wireless headphones,

and I beam the music
directly into their brains.

Their brains altered on what?

Ecstasy?

That's a perfectly legal supplement.

There's nothing illegal happening here.

- Can I get back to what I was doing?
- Do you know Adam Pressman?

Yeah. This is his event. Why?

Yeah, well, we need to shut it down.

Hey, not bad.

Get your own music, your own drugs.
Nobody talks to you.

It's my kind of party.

I don't know anyone
that would wanna hurt him.

I mean, everyone loved that guy.

Not everyone.

What about you two?

Were you more than just business partners?

Yeah.

Partners with benefits sort of thing.

He was really one of a kind.

You see Adam leave the club
with anyone last night?

No.

It was a total mob scene last night.

Word spread that Adam
had a new supply of Owls.

Owls? Like the birds?

Like the drug.

- Come on, partner.
- Legal chemical supplements.

They're named after Owlsly,

the chemist who made them for Adam
until they had a falling out.

I thought everybody loved him.
What happened?

All I know is that, for a while,
the supplements had dried up,

and then last night, they started flowing
again, and the crowd followed.

So where can we find this chemist?
He got a lab somewhere?

Nobody knows.

Adam did, but he was one of the few.
Owlsly's super underground.

Well, what a great thing to be.

Thank you.

Owlsly is an artist.

A Leonardo da Vinci of chemistry.

I thought you said
you had autopsy results.

On this guy?

Simple gunshot wound, open and shut.

I spent the rest of the morning analyzing
that drug you brought back from the club.

And by analyzing you mean...

I broke it down to basic compounds,
reverse-engineered it,

and then I field-tested
quite a few of them.

- That's becoming clear.
- Guys, I was blown away.

This isn't old school MDMA.

The Owl takes Molly and packs her bag,
"Goodbye," sends her to college

- 'cause this is smooth, mind-expanding.
- Is it legal?

And it fixed the third act
of my screenplay.

What?

My guy has to be half-man, half-lizard,
so when he's fighting the lizards,

- he is fighting himself.
- Scorsese.

Does this say what I think it does?

- The drug's legal?
- Completely legal.

Every single compound,
diphenidine, ephedra, is elegantly altered

just enough to stay
on this side of the drug laws.

It's an exciting time to be alive.

You know what'd be really exciting?

If we can get an address
for the da Vinci of drugs.

Looks like he's already on it.

He's been searching shipping manifests
from chemical wholesalers.

Brilliant, right?

Wanna know how I got the idea?

You know what?

- You should put it in your script.
- Oh, yeah. Okay.

- Yeah. Murtaugh, good note. Yeah.
- Yeah.

In the lizards... I mean, I'll have to
translate it in lizard talk, but totally.

Yeah. I mean, things are good.

I mean, Roger's got a bug up his ass
about how I spend my weekends.

But other than that, it's all good.

What you got there?

Chopped kale with mustard vinaigrette?

Damn. Look, I swear I didn't...
There was no name on it or...

Well, no, there it is. "MC." Right there.

I'll write bigger next time.

Sorry. I didn't have breakfast
or dinner the night before,

or lunch for that matter, so...

So when you say you spent
the weekend in the trailer,

- you actually...
- I really don't see what the problem is.

In fact, I'm looking forward
to next weekend.

Which is kind of the problem.

You see, when what you most look forward
to in this world

is your next opportunity to avoid it,

that can be an indicator
of clinical depression.

You think I'm depressed?

It's a treatable condition.

Not interested.

In medication or in feeling better?

Oh! Got to boogie. And just when we were
getting somewhere, Doc.

- Want the rest of your salad?
- I'm good. Enjoy.

All right.

Scorsese gave you this address?

Yeah.

And, yes, he may have field-tested
one too many supplements

when he gave it to me.

- Smile, Rog.
- Hello. LAPD.

We're here to speak to an Owls...

Why are you having
so much trouble with that?

Owlsy.

- Owlsly.
- Owlsly. What...

You're just making noises.

Yeah, well, so was Owlsly.

Is that it?

What do you want?

We're looking for Owlsly.

Uh, I don't know who that is.
I've never heard that name before.

- Sorry. Can't help you.
- Another question.

- Could it be that you are Owlsly?
- What are you looking at?

- Oh, look at that. A bunch of owls.
- Owls.

- Good observation.
- Yes, yes, fine, whatever. I'm Owlsly.

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

It's not really for profit.

I see it as a public service,

providing legal compounds to people
who want their reality supplemented.

- Better living through chemistry, right?
- Something like that. Yeah.

- I've got to finish something up.
- Hey.

Between the hours of 8:00 and midnight,
where were you last night?

Wait.

You think that I killed him?
That's why you're here?

We just need to rule certain things out.

Fine!
Between 8:00 and midnight I was here.

Also, before 8:00. Also, after midnight.

Then you never left the house?

Not just yesterday. I don't go anywhere.

I haven't left this loft in three years.

Ah. Nothing wrong with that, right, Rog?

So you don't even go to the parties
to see the masses that you're medicating.

No need. Adam set up webcams.

If you have good Wi-Fi,
it's just like being there.

No. It is not.

He's got a whole thing on this.
Just continue.

- There's a whole world out there.
- Yeah, I've seen it.

And anything I want out there
I can get in here.

- Food, books, plants, you name it.
- Alcohol?

- Oh, dude, there's a great app for that.
- Really?

Yeah.
No, it'll get to you in, like, 20 minutes.

Beer, whiskey, whatever.

Anything. Customer service...

We heard from Jessica, the DJ,

that you had a fight with Adam
over something.

It was a business disagreement.

Adam was pushing to amp up production.

He was approached by a Koreatown gang
that wanted to distribute the Owls.

Said we could both get rich.

So why'd you say no?

They didn't just approach Adam.
They straight up threatened him.

I saw it on the webcam.

This one guy got right up in his face.
He had a gun. It was scary.

I told Adam that if he wanted
to go into business with them, fine,

but I was out.

That's what the fight was about.

And now you're looking for the guy who
killed him, and you're starting with me?

Seriously? Find that guy.

So you actually saw him
getting threatened?

Clear as day.

Why?

Keep going. You're doing great.

Seriously, how are
these mug shots not online?

Scan them and e-mail them to me.

Sorry, but everything's down
at the station.

Mug shots, sketch artists, database.

Double dose on beta-blockers,

getting spikes of anxiety,
mild tachycardia.

- Okay, look, we're just right down here.
- I'm not gonna make it.

- Guys, get on the ground.
- Got a circulatory...

Get on the ground!

Hey, you okay?

You okay?

This is why I don't leave my loft.

Hypothesis proven.

People suck!

What I'm saying is Koreatown
has both a rich, complex history

and unique political challenges.

That's what you've been saying and saying.

And look, I could listen to you
talk about redistricting all day long,

but the blue Subaru that shot at us

is not gonna track down itself,
so if we could just...

The point is, I requested
some help for you guys,

and it just came through.

One of LAPD's real hidden assets.

Detective Henry Cho,

- meet Detectives...
- Murtaugh and Riggs, in the flesh.

Damn. I'm very thrilled to meet you guys.

So excited to get started.

Detective Cho is a true student
of the Koreatown community.

With all due respect, Captain,
uh, I just feel

- that bringing a third person into the...
- I agree with Riggs.

I mean, even two people
is often one too many.

Well, not so much with that.
That's a little dig.

- No offense.
- None taken.

I'm very happy to find LAPD members

who have educated themselves
in cultural norms,

K-town gang structures,

where to find
the best barbeque on Normandie.

Maybe couple of hours
won't hurt us.

Yeah. Let's, uh...

- No, you first.
- No, no, no, please.

Well, this is annoying.
If we could just all...

Bailey ran a DMV search.

Came up with nine Subaru owners
with criminal ties.

Love it. Hit the ground running.

Also, sharp hat, Roger. I mean it.

Thank you, Cho. Appreciate you noticing.

I'm with this guy all day long.

Not once has he ever complimented me
on one of my hats.

What's up?

Oh, look at that! You just put that on?

I've got a contact at a club on Western,
Road To Sung's.

The place is known for two things.

Ginseng chicken soup and its clientele.

- K-town gang leaders love the place.
- Perfect.

So we'll start with the chemist,
see if she can ID the Subaru owner,

and then we hit that Road To Sung's.

- Sounds good to me.
- All right.

Or a different idea.

- Why don't we split up?
- Split up?

What do you mean?

Rog, we don't have
to do everything together.

One of us can go to the club,
one of us can talk to the witness,

or two of us can do one of them.

- I understand the concept. The Captain...
- Added benefit.

We get twice as much done.

Not 100% sure on that as math,
but it sounds right.

Fine. We'll split up.

Fantastic!

But, hey, Riggs, we can meet up for lunch.

Or not. Have fun!

Oh, it's true.

We'll cover more ground.

Yeah, man, I understand the idea. It's...

It's how he expressed it.

I get that.

It's hurtful.

Yeah.

Hurtful.

- What do you want?
- I brought the photos to you this time.

So, uh, I noticed the patrol cars
downstairs were gone.

I sent them away.

You sent them away. How?

I e-mailed law firms that specialize
in suing the LAPD

until I found a junior partner
willing to draft a letter.

Well, there's people
that are trying to kill you,

- so if you'd like to stay alive...
- What if I don't?

I swear to God,

if you start talking about
the glories of Machu Picchu

or the smell of beignets at Jazz Fest,
I've got compounds right here

that are gonna knock me out
for a day, a month, or forever.

I've been to Jazz Fest.

It's really just Mardi Gras
for old people.

And beignets are just fat donuts, so...

It's a modified benzo. Chill.

My dad used to say that the only way
to change the world was through chemistry.

- I was gonna be the chemist to do it.
- Yeah, what happened?

Why? You gonna fix me?

Uh, no, that's not in my skill set.

You brought it up.

Everything's data, right?

My dad falls asleep at the wheel,
dies after dropping me off at USC.

Head of my research lab
tells me he loves me,

then publishes my research as his own,
goes back to his wife.

Then finally,
when your business partner's murdered

'cause you don't wanna make drugs
for a Korean gangster,

that's called inherently repeatable data.

Your theory is no longer a theory.

Help me find the man
who killed your partner.

It's not gonna make the world
a better place,

but it might make you feel better.

Let me see.

Him.

That's the guy who threatened Adam.

Thomas Kang.

All right. Thank you.

Mmm.

Why am I not eating this every week?

I've always thought lunch
is the most important meal of the day.

Yes, it is.

But I've got a partner
with the palate of a 12-year-old.

Canned cheese.

That's a delicacy to this guy.

Roger.

Your contact is a doumi hostess.

Mmm-hmm.

- Do we have a problem here?
- Oh, no, not... Please, sit.

No disrespect. It's just

it was my understanding that
the doumi culture was going away.

I read it in an article
on the LAPD website.

- You read that?
- Yeah.

I wrote that.

- What?
- Yeah.

- I wrote that.
- Yeah? It was amazing.

Guys, the meter is running.

$80 an hour to talk or karaoke with.

What we need is information
on who might be involved

in a turf war over club drugs.

A party promoter was shot down yesterday.

- Near 7th Street?
- Yeah.

That's the one.

The guy you're looking for
is in the lounge next to the bar.

Okay.

We've got three guys, at least two guns.

- I'm thinking the move is...
- Wait for backup.

Wait for backup.

Yeah, this is protocol.

There's a risk of collateral damage.
Plus, I already called it in.

- Did I overstep?
- No.

It makes sense. We never wait for backup.

Riggs hates waiting for backup.

- That's so counter-intuitive.
- Yes.

- Now, shouldn't we have heard from Riggs?
- Of course we should've.

I text him that we found our guy,
like, three times.

It's like he refuses to text me back.

- That's not okay.
- No.

- This is a two-way street.
- Two ways.

A partnership, it's...
Wait, wait, wait, hold on.

Put it behind you. Put it behind you.

Okay, so, Owlsly ID'd Kang as our guy,

so we should be good to go.

It would have been nice
to read that in a text.

You know, the same way
that I text you that he was here.

You don't like the pork skin
in the sweet sour...

Okay, this is cute,
but can we just get to it? Where's he?

- Lounge three.
- But we're waiting for backup.

- Since when do we wait for backup?
- Since now.

Since it's protocol,

- and there's a risk of collateral damage.
- That's right.

Okay, how about
the risk of losing our guy,

or the fact that
we never wait for backup?

Why are you including him?

- Guys! Gun!
- Everybody down!

Oh! Great. Congratulations.

- You lost Kang.
- You lost Kang.

See, that is exactly what
someone who lost Kang would say.

Hey, why don't you call me
when backup gets here?

- It's a two-way street, Riggs!
- Yeah.

Two ways!

I wanna calm down, but I can't.

It's his behavior.
His pathological refusal to communicate.

Breathe. Sit and breathe.

The guy you shot, Kang's pal,
we got his phone.

Bailey and Cho are working on it.
The day wasn't a total loss.

The problem is bigger than just today.

I mean,
maybe he's not built to be a partner.

I mean, you can't just
blindly roll the dice...

It wasn't a blind roll of the dice.

I could've put Riggs with anyone.
I chose you.

Why?

Do you remember our first couple of weeks,

the crap that I was going through
when they put us together?

Man, you were a picnic
compared to this dude.

I was a mess. My confidence was shot.

I'd been in a car with Jenkins
for six months.

Jenkins.

- The homophobic Swede.
- And that's what he called himself.

Do you know what a centerboard is?

Centerboard? Mmm-mmm.

It's a part of the sail boat
that you can't see,

but it keeps the boat upright
and allows it to be steered.

That's you, my friend.

It's why I put you with Riggs.

It wasn't an accident.

Grocery shopping
for next weekend?

- I heard about Koreatown.
- Yeah, you and the rest of the building.

Your partner does have
a voice that carries.

Maybe he needs some of those
weekly sessions with you

to deal with his anger issues.

You think Roger has anger issues?

What, you don't?
The man's angry about everything.

He's furious about
how I spend my weekends.

Maybe that's not so much anger
as it is fear.

- Fear of what?
- Educated guess.

Knowing that he's your one connection
to the outside world.

I mean, that would scare
the crap out of anyone.

How is that my problem?

Riggs, don't burn your one bridge
out of wherever it is you are.

Roger, can you get that?

- Hey.
- Riggs, what are you doing here?

I thought dinner was tonight.
What, you don't want me here now?

No, the point is you don't wanna be here.
Trust me.

I didn't know
you were gonna be here.

Roger thought you might not come.

So, okay, I want you to meet
a friend of mine.

- Kate, this is Martin. Martin, Kate.
- Hi.

- Hi, Kate.
- Nice to meet you.

So I hope everybody
brought their appetites.

- Oh, yes.
- All right, come on.

And the two of us are stuck doing
discovery in a warehouse

- in Sylmar for a week.
- No air-conditioning.

Mid-August. I must have lost,
I don't know, five pounds.

As a matter of fact, I'm thinking
about going back there next summer.

So you're new to LA?

Yeah.

How are you spending your downtime?
I'm always looking for tips.

Um...

I don't really have any tips.

Of course you've got tips.
Tell her how you spent your weekend.

I, uh...

I tuned out this past weekend,
you know, little sabbatical with myself.

I think that's great. It's healthy.

There are studies that talk about
how we need alone time to recharge.

It is healthy, isn't it?

You know what?

Maybe Roger would love to take
a look at some of those studies.

- Send them over to him.
- You know what's interesting about Riggs

is he can be on a sabbatical
even when he's with someone.

Well, it's just easier
with some than others, you know?

Yeah, well, you know,
when he's really on a sabbatical

is when you're trying to text him.

Oh, he's never healthier...

Now we're gonna bring up
my phone etiquette.

- It's terrible.
- It's terrible?

So what would you like me to do?

Maybe send a little smiley face
and a bunch more emojis.

Guys. Enough. Enough!

Enough.

I told you this wouldn't work.

That's what this is?

You guys playing matchmaker?

I'm sorry, Kate.
This must be a little, uh...

Little bit.

Excuse me.

Thank you, Trish.

Uh...

Hey, it's Bailey.

Go, Bailey.

I pulled the last 12 hours of texts
off the phone.

You need to hear the most recent.
I'm putting Cho on now.

I'm translating from the Korean,
but it's pretty straightforward.

It says, "I'm done waiting.
Get to the DJ and chemist tonight."

It was sent just before noon today.

- Okay.
- All right. I'm going to get Owlsly.

Cho, we're gonna get the DJ.

Baby, I'm sorry about...

Consider it a mercy killing.

Go.

Hey, I got something.

She's still breathing. Call an ambulance.

No.

Come on, Owlsly. Come on.

There you go. There you go.

You all right?

Hey.

Hey.

It's okay.

I need to text my partner.

It's fine. No, it can wait. It can wait.

Yup.

All right.

By the time I got to the crawl space,
they were already at the door, and it...

It sounded like
the end of the world up here.

What do you think they were looking for?

- I mean, other than you.
- No idea. Whatever they could find.

You'll be happy to know
I'm taking your advice.

Getting out.

Sure you don't need to see a doctor first?

Whatever they can give me,
I'm already on a better version.

- Is that a...
- Oh.

- Our DJ's Instagram feed.
- Huh.

I thought I would see if there was
something in there that might help.

I mean, how do you do that?

I mean, don't you need
her approval, or how...

How would I get that on my phone?

Roger, this is a genuine question.

Do you want me to explain it to you,
or just do it for you?

Henry Cho, you get me.

She's awake again.
You can have 10 more minutes.

Thank you.

Sorry, I keep drifting off.

So you were saying there were two men?

One had a gun.

They forced me into the hallway
and started yelling,

"Where's the money?"

- No one even noticed.
- What money?

They said they gave Adam
half a million dollars,

- and they wanted it back.
- Half a million.

- Was that true?
- If it was, I never heard about it.

But they didn't believe me.

They just kept hitting me and yelling.
Did I have it? Did Owlsly have it?

I told them
I don't even know who Owlsly is.

So you lied to them like you lied to us?

I didn't lie to you.

Well, if you don't know who Owlsly is,
then why is she on your Instagram page?

Her?

No, that's not... That's...
What's her name? That's Olive something

from our freshmen hall.

She was just some weirdo
that had a crush on Adam.

You and Adam were close.

We were business partners.

I told you.

You didn't tell me
you were in love with him.

Because the feeling wasn't mutual.

Come on, Owlsly.

You're not telling me everything.

He told me

he had been in love with me since college,
and I bought it.

Adam could talk anyone into anything.

Talked Kang
out of half a million dollars.

Talked you into making pills for him.

He said we'd start a life together.

I thought, for one brief moment,

I was gonna be
a part of the world again.

But I was wrong.

He was still sleeping with Jessica.

I killed him

because he made me feel stupid.

I dropped my guard. I let him in.

I'm gonna need you to put that bag down.

No problem.
You should sit down, though.

You should...

How did you do that?

Transdermal, from contact.

- A hug?
- It's just gonna slow you down.

Nothing permanent.

I'm sorry. I just...
I needed a head start.

No, no, no. Don't try to move.

Don't fight it.

Just enjoy the ride.

Owlsly, you're under...

You...

You're under arrest.

Somebody help!
Let go of me! Get your hands off me!

Help!

Owlsly?

Hey!

After that whole thing,
he knows how I feel.

He still won't pick up his phone.

What's it gonna take?

Some people just can't change.

I mean, maybe it's my fault.
Maybe I push his buttons.

No! Stop it! I won't let you!

You're right.

And to be fair, he has dialed back
some of the crazy since we...

Hey, Roger.

Riggs?

What the hell are you doing, Riggs?

- Get out the street, man.
- Roger.

Count it. Half a million, it's all there.
Just count it, and let me go.

Is that what you think happens now?

I'm gonna be squeezing a lot more
than half a million out of you.

She worked us, Rog.

I mean, Kang didn't kill Owlsly.
I mean, Kang didn't kill Adam.

Owlsly did.

She killed him and took Kang's money.

And then she drugged me.

What?

What? You know this already?

- What? 'Cause I told you?
- Yeah.

Twice.

Shut up.

Hey, boss, they're back.

Punch it!

All right. Hey.

Look, get me close enough
so I can shoot out the tires.

- Put that weapon down!
- Hey, you don't tell me what to do.

You are in no condition to shoot a gun.

I'm a Navy SEAL.
I can do whatever I wanna do.

Okay, there's glass in the hole.
You guys shoot out the tires, Rog.

- Should we call for backup?
- There's no time for backup.

Grab the wheel.

Don't move! Don't even try it!

- Hands where I can see them!
- Don't move!

Turn over.

Where's Owlsly?

- Owlsly?
- Over there, at the corner.

Are you hurt?

Not bad, I don't think.

All right, well,

EMTs should be here shortly.

They can take a look at you.

You know I've got to take you in, right?

You won't.

Well, unless you got enough of that
magic sleeping powder to roofie all of us,

you're wrong.

Nope.

Just enough for me.

I already took them.

Trust me.

It's too late.

Here, look,

it's slowing down.

There's no time to do anything.

Why would you do this?

Like you don't know.

I'm sorry about Adam.

I just keep making the same mistake.

I keep forgetting
how much this place sucks.

It just wrecks you.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Shh.

It's okay.

That dumpling just blew my mind.

This is one hell of a goodbye lunch.

Mmm.

Just another lunch.

We don't have to name it.

Hey.

I wanna thank you for all your help.

And I'm sure Riggs
wants to thank you, too.

I tried texting him
to see if he would join us but...

Look, Roger,

I'm just gonna say it.

We only go around this world once,

so if ever you're thinking
of making a change...

I appreciate it. And I do.

I think about it almost once a week.

But?

But...

I guess I'm just
a for-better-or-worse kind of guy.

I mean, if I abandon this ship,

then there's no one there
to keep him afloat.

I'm

the centerboard.

I hope Riggs knows how lucky he is.

And I'm 100% sure he does not.

You've got company.

Heard it was a rough night.

Not for her. It's what she wanted.

The answer is no.

I know what you wanna ask me.

And, yes, I look forward
to checking out of this place,

but, no,
I'm not gonna punch my own ticket,

although I do understand the impulse.

- Hey.
- Hi. Um...

So the guy at the store said that
this is a really nice apology wine.

I mean, he could be,
you know, full of crap

- and just trying to sell a bottle, but...
- No, it's lovely.

Thank you for the wine.

Look, um, I'm sorry about last night.

You know, not being
sociable with your friend.

No, I appreciate that,
but I shouldn't have pushed.

I was out of line.

No, you weren't.

Look, Trish,

at some point,
I'm gonna need a little push.

- Roger.
- Yeah.

- Your partner's here.
- Cho?

Oh.

- Is that you?
- Wow.

You staying for dinner?

Uh, no, I just wanted
to drop off some apology wine.

Thank you.

- And, uh, I got plans.
- Plans? Actual plans?

Like, put-on-pants kind of plans?

Yes, Rog, actual plans.

All right.

- Good night, guys.
- Good night.

Hey! Hi, how you feeling?

- Are we on speaking terms yet?
- I'd rather we not talk about this.

Oh, we're talking about it.
If you don't tell Dad, I will.

- Tell Dad what?
- Nothing.

RJ got asked to the dance
by three different girls.

- What? Three?
- Three different girls? Are you serious?

They were all part of this big crowd
that saw him get shot down by Lindsay.

And they felt sorry for him.

- That's good. That's good strategy.
- No.

They were impressed.
They said that they'd never seen...

Never seen a guy ask a girl out in person.

- Yeah.
- 'Cause nobody does it.

Didn't I say that? What did I tell you?

Fielding offers. Come on, now.

- So which one are you gonna pick?
- Hmm.

You don't get to weigh-in on this one.

- Look, this is what you've got to do.
- Oh, I can't wait to hear this.

What would you do, Roger?

You've got to learn to put a little bass
in your voice.