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The Texas Rangers...

Is that where the baseball team gets its name from?

From you guys?

Far as we're concerned.

You a Rangers fan?

Astros maybe?

Well, I'm a fan of driving in silence all the way back to Texas,

delivering you to stand trial, and getting back to see my family.

You got a family, huh?

Good. You keep them in mind,

you might live to see them again.

- Hey! Hey, put it down. - Hey! Put it down!

Put it down.

Hey! Put your weapon down.

Go on, do it. Come on.

Let's go.

Hey! I said put your weapon down.

All right.

Gun!

Ah!

Any reason your dog's off his leash?

Uh, I tend to let him, you know, roam free,

do his own thing, you know?

Well, in this park it's illegal not to have your animal leashed

or without a collar.

Robbery Homicide.

Sorry, boys, I'm just not that familiar with canine crimes.

You're a cop? Seriously?

Funny, I was gonna ask you guys the same thing.

You know, my father always said that a man should never wear shorts to work.

But if he saw these shorts... You know what it is?

It's the cut of them. That's what makes them sexy.

Three tickets. Dog off the leash, without a collar, no license.

So much for the fraternal brotherhood of police.

So let me ask you guys a question. If the bad guys have a car,

what do you guys do?

Call 911?

Have a wonderful day.

And be careful out there on those bicycles, okay?

It makes me wonder just why you weren't charged with an actual crime.

Because, Dr. Bansal,

you gave testimony two days ago

that made reference to a reckless endangerment charge.

Objection!

Dr. Bansal is clearly too cute to be guilty of anything.

You're out of order, Counselor.

- This whole court is out of order. - Overruled.

Oh, so now you're attorney and judge?

Dare to dream.

So what did the real Dr. Bansal do?

Nothing, but he's testifying against my client,

so I'm planning to invalidate his testimony by proving he lied under oath.

And that is why you should never lie to your mommy.

So is your client guilty?

It's not as simple as that.

Oh, sure it is.

What I get, Roger, is that you're an LAPD cop

who bleeds LAPD blue,

and I love you for that.

But let's just say the subtlety of the law is not your biggest passion.

All I'm saying is, at the end of the day,

either you did it or you didn't do it. It's that simple.

What?

I think she just did it.

- I got her. - You did it, didn't you?

999. Officer down.

- I've got to go. - Okay, love you.

You can't be seriously taking their side on this.

Have you seen the shorts these guys wear?

Hey. They're cops. Just like us.

Like you maybe.

You shouldn't have fed your ticket to the dog.

What?

You'd have arrested me? Is that it?

You were guilty, weren't you?

At the very least, Riggs,

you could have shown them a little more respect.

What's his name?

Mark Ervin.

He was transporting a Sheriff Department prisoner to Texas for a murder trial.

Transport got hit. Ervin got killed.

I'm guessing the prisoner didn't stick around.

Wade Davies.

U.S. Marshals are putting together a search team now.

Jailbreak on wheels.

Just one Ranger per transport?

Ranger motto.

"One riot, one Ranger."

- Any shell casings? - Nothing. Totally clean.

Very professional.

Looks like somebody knew what they were doing.

Yeah.

They sure did.

Silver stars and six-guns.

Jeez! Could you wait until happy hour

before you start drinking potential evidence?

Why don't you arrest me?

He was hit by three .223-caliber copper bullets.

Two from a distance. One at close range.

He put up a fight.

Anything else?

Impressions from the bullets show they were all

from the same Mini-14 assault rifle.

It's a pretty distinctive groove in the barrel.

We find the gun, we find the killer.

Sorry to interrupt you, fellows.

I'm Samuel Petry. Texas Rangers.

And I came here to bring Mark back home.

Martin Riggs, Homicide.

This is my partner, Roger Murtaugh.

- I'm sorry for your loss. - Thank you.

Mark was a good man.

Wish I could say dying with your boots on is the way to go.

But it's not. We all know that.

I have to complete a full autopsy on him. Shouldn't be more than a day or two.

Shall we?

So?

What do you fellows know so far?

One shooter, two cars. Ambush-style. That's it.

How about on the Texas side of things? What do y'all know?

The prisoner, Wade Davies, has money.

Big construction guy from Laredo.

Got indicted for murder two years ago

and fled Texas for LA.

What was your excuse?

I'd say from the funny way you talk, it's, um,

South Texas.

El Paso.

It's good to know a fellow Texan is on the case.

And one of Inglewood's finest.

Well, ain't that a comfort.

In light of the circumstances, I won't take offense to that.

Well, in light of the circumstances, maybe you should.

What the hell does that mean?

You said it yourself, Rog.

Professional hit.

Looks like an inside job.

Inside job, meaning what?

Look, they knew exactly where to hit this truck.

You got an isolated road out in the middle of nowhere.

Whoever did this, they knew the transport route.

LA Sheriff's Department?

Or the Texas Rangers.

Could have come from that side also.

Well, I'm glad to hear that you're inclined to question

the integrity of any law enforcement body,

regardless of geography.

I said that it could have.

Look, come on, Rog, we're far away from Texas. All right?

This would be a home game for the Sheriff's Department.

The Sheriff's angle does make some sense.

Davies was in county lockup for three days.

Enough time to broker a jailbreak from the inside.

Come on, Cap.

LAPD accusing the LA Sheriff's Department of a cop killing without any evidence.

None yet, so go find some.

Find out who in the Sheriff's Department had access to the route.

And even before I say this, I can hear my future self

laughing at my current self.

Be delicate about it.

Delicate. Like plucking an eyelash from a pit bull.

Do me a favor. Tell your future self to call me. I'm worried about you.

You all right?

Yeah, fine.

This place hasn't changed a bit.

Go figure.

Alejandro Cruz?

You just won me 50 bucks. I knew I'd see you again.

What did he do this time?

Dumbest thing ever.

I'm on the edge of my seat.

Became a cop.

Good Lord. I know the LAPD has low standards, but this is ridiculous.

Are you finished?

Because we're investigating the death of a police officer,

so whenever you're ready to answer some questions,

maybe we can proceed.

I'm sorry.

How can I help?

We need to know who signed a prisoner named Wade Davies

to Texas Rangers two days ago.

You want to talk with Leila Jones.

- But she's not here. - You know where we can find her?

Let me guess. You're a bowler.

That's one way to put it.

Bowling enthusiast?

Perfect game roller.

Notice the plaque with my name and picture on it.

I bowled a 300 here.

A perfect game.

- That's attractive. - Why would they...

No, you look good with a mustache, Rog.

- But not a Steve Harvey. - Hey.

I think we found our Leila.

Uh-huh. - Uh-huh.

Leila Jones?

Detectives Murtaugh and Riggs, LAPD.

We're investigating the prison transfer ambush yesterday.

We understand that you had access to the transport route.

Who else had eyes on that?

I'm not exactly sure.

- Look, I have to go. Sorry. - Is this not a good place for you to talk?

There really isn't any good place.

We're investigating the murder of a police officer.

You know that, right?

Look, what happened was awful.

But do you know what happens when you talk to the LAPD about your own?

You get transferred to night court

or worse.

Worse than night court?

Rumor is someone in the department's dog got shot.

Golden retriever.

All because they talked when they shouldn't have.

This rumor have a name?

'Cause I would love to know who shot that dog.

Look, we're just trying to help here, Leila.

We can't do that without a name.

Jeffrey Veld.

Same guy who approved the Rangers' transport route.

Look, Sheriff's is a good group.

But there's always one bad apple.

- Everything all right here? - Oh, it's wonderful.

We just can't get enough of that rented shoe smell.

- Foot and ass. - Oh, it's so nice.

Roger Murtaugh, in the flesh.

Uh, recognized you from your picture on the wall.

Did you, now?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Dude, you've got to tell me, man.

How'd you get them to put that up there?

I bowled a 300. That's how.

Right, yeah.

The perfect game during which the electric scorekeeper

just so happened to go out in the middle.

What are the odds?

Are you suggesting that I didn't bowl a perfect game?

Just admit it, Murtaugh. Your score is bogus.

And now I think he's questioning my integrity.

That's exactly what he's doing. And here's the thing with that.

You can question my integrity all day long.

But this man is just full of integrity.

I question his integrity and your skill.

Deputy, can I show you a little bit of skill?

Hold on. Hold on.

Just so that I'm clear.

Are we about to get into a fight in this bowling alley?

- I think so. - Okay, I just wanted to make sure.

- It's awesome if we are. - Detective Roger Murtaugh?

Luke Barton. It's nice to meet you.

And thank you, both of you, for coming down to our annual fundraiser.

Always nice to feel supported by our friends in the LAPD.

That is why you're here, isn't it?

We're investigating the murder of a Texas Ranger.

You boys heard about that, right? Out in the desert?

Yeah, it's horrible what happened.

Well, if you guys need anything, just let me know.

You have the Sheriff's Department's full support on this.

Hmm. Appreciate that.

Remember, Murtaugh, we're all cops here.

We're rooting for you on this case.

So try not to taint the outcome like you did your perfect game.

All right.

I'm going to give you three seconds to take that back and apologize.

So start counting.

- One. - Okay, here's the thing.

If we're gonna get into a fight with police officers in a bowling alley...

Two.

...then there's one thing you've got to know. Hit first.

Well, I am glad to hear that you are doing well over there, Avery.

Today, Captain. Tomorrow, who knows, right?

So far, so good. And likewise.

I'm glad things are good for you at Sheriff's.

Mmm. Yes, they are. Twelve years running now.

You know, what happened out there in the desert with that Ranger,

a real tragedy.

It was.

Some of your detectives have been sniffing around my department.

Heard they had a run-in with some of my boys.

Off duty, no less.

Just doing our jobs,

looking into every avenue of investigation.

I want to be real clear here, Avery.

If there's a problem in my house,

I will handle it myself.

Of course I would extend the same courtesy to you

if the roles were reversed.

You know that, right?

So, please, for both our sakes,

- tighten the leash on your boys. - All right.

- I will talk to them, sure. - Thank you.

But I have a dead Texas Ranger on my board,

and I can't tell them where not to look.

Yeah, I understand.

You know, cops...

Good cops, you know, they make mistakes.

And those mistakes don't ever really go away.

They have consequences.

I'd really hate for this investigation

to drudge up anything that you wouldn't want to surface.

Best to let the past stay

locked up.

Don't you think?

Get your men under control.

For what it's worth, the brawl was my fault,

and Riggs was just backing me up.

No, I threw the first punch. I mean, I've got a reputation to uphold.

They were questioning my integrity as a police officer.

- And as a bowler. - As a bowler.

Those Sheriffs are real dicks.

I mean, to be fair. And possibly murderers. Am I right?

I'm starting to warm up to that theory.

Did you guys find anything specific

that links the Sheriff's Department to the Ranger's murder?

Yeah. The transfer clerk at the prison

gave us a name.

Deputy Jeffrey Veld.

Apparently, he approved the transfer route

the night before the murder.

And she said that Veld recently shot a co-worker's dog.

A dog, why?

The way she put it, "For talking when they shouldn't have."

Talking about what?

I don't know. She was trying to tell us, and then

a certain Deputy Barton came up and spooked her.

And that's when the other deputy got in Roger's face.

Before you know it, it was on.

If by on, you mean moronic.

If by moronic, you mean a hell of a lot of fun, then yeah.

So that's all we have on them right now, is this...

This dog thing?

Yeah, we had the dog exhumed.

Scorsese is doing an autopsy now.

Yeah, hey, Chief, I know. It's very disturbing, the whole dog thing.

No, it's a legitimate lead. I want you to keep pressing.

- But, guys, listen to me, we have to be... - Delicate.

Delicate and persistent.

- Nobody gets a free pass on this. - Right.

Yeah.

Well, did he rip you a new one?

Avery? Surprisingly, no.

Pays to be a first-time offender.

So we have anything on Veld yet?

Sheriff's Deputy Veld. Internal Affairs investigated him twice

for excessive force.

Not surprising, considering he put a dog in the grave.

Yeah. About that.

You okay? You don't look so good.

Maybe that's because I just cut open the remains of a Golden retriever

named Thunder.

Scorsese, you do it to humans all day long.

Yeah, but humans are my comfort zone.

Dogs, not so much.

Anyway, the bullet that felled Thunder was the same caliber that killed the Ranger.

Fired by the same Mini-14 assault rifle.

Standard issue at Sheriff's until two years ago.

Time to get Thunder some justice.

Trish.

- Thank you. - Thank you

for meeting me on such short notice.

Of course. You didn't sound so good.

And here we are, in the middle of a workday,

eight blocks from your office.

If I didn't know better, I'd say you think you need a lawyer.

I think I do.

One I can trust.

You've got her.

But I have to ask,

does this have anything to do with Roger?

Because if it does, you know I can't represent you.

It doesn't. Not directly at least.

But it does concern something that I did back when we were partners,

something that he does not know about.

Okay.

I'm listening.

All right.

Veld has a prison guard fetish,

which is a step up from being a dog killer,

or he's got Davies holed up in there.

How you wanna do this?

You go around back. I got the front.

Meet you in the middle.

LAPD!

Ooh. Did you really just do that?

Did you bowl a perfect game?

I'm saying in both cases the answer is yes.

- Oh! Bad guy! - It's Davies!

Go, go, go!

Hey!

Drop your weapon!

I'd advise you to do the same, Detective.

What are you doing here?

Pursuing a suspect in the Ranger murder.

- You just executed Davies. - Nope.

I shot a man in self-defense. He pulled a gun on me.

The hell he did.

Look again, Detective.

It was him or me.

And I've got to tell you, in those situations,

it never ends up being me.

Always a first.

All right, why don't we all just lower our weapons,

so no one else has to get shot?

Detective Murtaugh, the bowler.

And now the voice of reason.

Hey, Rog.

Sorry to lower your opinion of the Sheriff's Department,

but I'm pretty sure that Deputy Barton here is who killed our Ranger,

sprung Davies.

Now, he just shot him in this alleyway before we had a chance to chat with him.

You know what they say. There's always one bad apple.

Uh, two.

We can't forget about Veld. I mean, it's his house, after all.

All right, now we're back down to one.

You two mind lowering your weapons?

I just saved your life, Detective.

Are you drinking Scotch?

Yes, I am.

Can I have some?

Help yourself.

Wait. Is this a trick?

Like some kind of test?

Not for you, but maybe for me.

I'm confused. But you know what fixes that? Scotch.

The past always catches up with us, doesn't it?

The past, the present, and the future is a disaster no matter how you slice it.

My second year on the job,

there was this guy, Peter Scarelli.

Raped and killed a ten-year-old girl.

We had DNA evidence.

But then, right before trial, the DNA sample got compromised in the lab,

so it was inadmissible.

He was gonna walk.

I knew this guy at the Sheriff's Department.

David Reed. Runs things over there now.

Anyway, David got me access to Scarelli's jail cell when he was in the yard.

It didn't take long to find what I was looking for.

What was that?

A strand of Scarelli's hair

that found its way to the victim's sweater.

Second time around,

the DNA sample was not compromised, and Scarelli went away for life.

I framed a man for murder, Riggs.

Come on, guy was guilty. Justice served.

So what?

This Reed cat's putting the screws to you?

Yeah.

Says he'll ruin me if I don't back you guys off.

Murtaugh know about this?

He was my partner at the time.

You've got to tell him.

Hey...

You're a good cop.

Don't forget that.

Go get them, Riggs.

Do it the right way.

Hey.

How did it go in there, buddy?

Did you tell them all how heroic I am, saving you and your partner's life?

Yeah, that's exactly what I told them.

It didn't cross my mind to tell them I think Davies paid you

to break him out, and then you killed him when you thought we were too close.

Do I look worried?

You look guilty.

In that case, I might need to get myself a good lawyer, huh?

Hey, you think you can get me a sit-down with your wife?

I heard she's very expensive by the hour but worth it.

What's so funny?

I can't help thinking

about how a former Sheriff's Deputy is gonna fare in prison.

What kind of bonds you're gonna have with your fellow inmates.

You let me know.

Technically, what he said wasn't a threat.

Wait. Are you his attorney?

I don't care how you parse it. He invoked your name,

- and that's not okay. - I'm just saying...

No, no, no, stop it. You're fearless. I get it.

I love it. I'm attracted to it.

But these guys just aren't corrupt cops. They're killers.

And you will catch them.

I'm not worried, Roger.

Okay?

Get the door, honey.

- Hi, Roger. - Hmm.

I would have thought it'd be Riggs.

He usually spoils my evenings.

We need to talk.

- Let's go to my office. - Roger and I need to talk.

As your lawyer, I would strongly advise you against that.

"As your lawyer"? You hired my wife?

Remember Peter Scarelli?

You framed a guy for murder?

She was ten years old, Roger.

He had to go away.

I don't disagree. But by framing him?

I would have turned your ass in.

I know. And then Scarelli would have walked.

No. I would have found another way to get him.

Legally.

How many others were there?

How many times did you break the law to enforce it?

He was the only one.

Oh, he was the only one? How noble.

And you're only telling me this now why? Because you just got blackmailed?

I'm going to resign, Roger.

Damn.

That actually is noble.

And if you think this is the time when I'm going to say,

"Hey, hey. Don't do it, man,

"it's not worth it,"

you're wrong.

I'm not asking for that.

And I'm not asking you to forgive me.

And I appreciate that.

I can't.

Detective Riggs.

Any reason you're waiting outside my house?

Well, there's a string of burglaries in the area,

and I just wanted to make sure that, you know, you and your family were safe.

Aren't you the perfect gentleman.

Well, just returning the favor, really,

you know, after you showed an interest in the Murtaughs. You know...

His wife, in particular, I understand.

Boy, you LAPD guys are so sensitive.

Not so surprising coming from Murtaugh.

But from what I understand, you've got a thicker skin.

You're not such a team player over there. Isn't that right?

Well, thing is,

the Murtaughs are my team.

Like your foster family?

'Cause you don't have one of your own. Isn't that right?

Now you're just trying to charm me.

Look at you, camped outside of my house.

Doing this, trying to scare me a little.

You know, if I think about it, I'd say that you and I,

we're not that different.

Well,

you know, there is one thing that's different. I ain't never killed a cop.

Right?

There's the difference.

Well,

not yet anyway.

You really thought it was a good idea to represent him?

My former partner, current captain?

Good morning, honey.

And, yes, I did.

He's your friend, too, and he needs my help.

What he needs is a different lawyer.

And considering his crime, the shadier the better.

- So you never had to bend the rules? - Bend the rules, yeah.

- Frame a man? Not even close. - Scarelli?

Scarelli was a ruthless killer.

Who knows how many lives, children's lives, Avery saved by doing what he did?

- By cheating the system. - Oh, come on, Roger.

We both know the system is far from perfect.

Now, you are hurting because it's Avery.

- It's principle. Yes. - Principle?

What did you say the other morning? Huh?

"At the end of the day, either you did it or you didn't do it."

Scarelli did it, and he's not even in prison anymore. I checked.

Out on compassionate leave. End-stage liver disease.

- So... - "So"? So what?

At the end of the day, Trish, Avery did it, too.

We have enough cops out there not playing by the rules.

I'd like to report a break-in over on 28 Lynwood Place.

Yeah, hope you're here in a hurry.

These came from Barton's house?

That's the wrong question to be asking right now, Rog.

The correct question would be,

"Are those the rounds that killed our Ranger?"

- No. We're not doing it this way. - Okay.

How about I return them

after we make the arrest?

What, you don't think I want this guy, too?

He killed one of our own.

But it means nothing unless we can prove

that Barton was in possession of the murder weapon.

Now we can.

I checked the barcode.

That box of ammo was purchased

at the Temecula Gun Show about two months ago,

along with four Mini-14 assault rifles.

Guess who made the purchase.

- Luke Barton. - No.

The LA Sheriff's Boys Home.

Assault weapons for a charity?

Right. Except for it wasn't an official department charity.

It was a personal charity founded by your boy.

- Luke Barton. - Let me guess.

A large contribution was made to this charity

right before Wade Davies' release.

More proof that Davies hired Barton to bust him out of custody.

- Let's tell Avery. - Okay.

Now we get a warrant.

We make a legitimate arrest.

- We do this by the book. - Such a stickler.

Hey, Cap...

Anyone seen the Captain?

- He hasn't been here all day. - All day?

Mmm.

You think Barton's got something to do with this?

Straight to voicemail.

Bailey, we need you to get a location on the Captain ASAP.

I'm on it. Just give me a few minutes.

Looks like you started without me.

Yeah, well,

why not, right?

It seems my request to back off fell on deaf ears.

I tried to steer my guy away.

But your man Barton didn't exactly cover his tracks very well.

You were really okay with him killing the Ranger?

No.

But it's not like he asked.

He's got this thing for frontier justice.

But Veld takes the fall for this, and no one's the wiser.

He killed a cop.

How can you live with that?

Look, at this point Barton is off the reservation.

We both have guys under our command like that, now, don't we?

Guys who like to color outside the lines, but who can be very useful.

You can try put a short leash on them,

but at the end of the day, you can't always control what happens.

It makes me sick.

Scotch helps.

And so should the knowledge that your career can continue.

You know, not a day goes by that I don't regret what we did to Peter Scarelli.

That's funny.

I don't think about it at all.

Go home and sleep it off, Avery.

Tomorrow, wake up, and go to work.

That's all any of us can do in this city.

You were okay with him killing that Ranger?

No.

But it's not like he asked.

He's got this thing for frontier justice.

But Veld takes the fall for this.

He's right.

I do.

Where's Avery?

- Heard about you and your partner. - Where is he?

Everything all right over here?

I'm looking for the gentleman that was here.

The apple juice guy?

He had me bring like four rounds of apple juice,

on the rocks. He said it was part of some prank he was playing.

Apple juice... He wanted you to think he was drunk.

What did you guys talk about?

Did Barton know he was here?

You're in my way, Detective.

Riggs, it's me. Avery isn't here.

- I think he's in trouble. - All right,

Bailey's got a cell ping from his car. Looks like he's at a house in Carson.

You got an address?

Okay, 4415 Moreno Drive.

Last home owner is, uh, Peter Scarelli.

You can kill me here, but it's just a matter of time...

Shut up.

I'm not killing you.

Sins of the past.

Let me introduce Peter Scarelli.

Do you remember Captain Avery here?

He's the man who framed you for murder.

So here's how this happened.

The well-respected captain couldn't let bygones be bygones

when confronting the recently-released inmate who he had sent away years earlier.

He risked his career to get rid of him once.

He decides to do it again. But this time, things don't go quite his way.

Luckily, I was onto him, and you, and came to save you.

But you got here a little too late.

Ah, man. Yeah.

That's Avery's car.

It's them.

How do you want to do this?

Delicate.

Roger!

You know, I was never really good at math.

But I think that weapon's empty.

I've been waiting for this.

You know how you said, "We're not that different, you and I"?

Huh?

Wrong.

You're under arrest.

Headed home.

I just wanted to thank you for finding the men who did this.

Oh, well, I had a little help.

Not exactly "one riot, one Ranger"

- around here. - Mmm-hmm.

Oh.

It was your Ranger's.

You know what, son?

I think Mark would've wanted somebody like you to have it.

Thank you.

If you ever decide to get back out to Texas,

could use a Ranger like you.

I've got to keep them honest out here.

Where's your partner? I wanted to thank him, too,

and apologize. I wasn't exactly all Houston charm when we first met.

Well, he's with his family,

but he's got a real Texas son-of-a-bitch as a partner,

so he's used to it.

But I'll pass on your regards.

You stay safe, Detective.

You keep them honest out here, Riggs.

So this is it, huh?

You resign, and Reed keeps his job at Sheriff's.

That's how it works.

He can prove my involvement. I can't prove his.

Barton destroyed the recording.

When this goes public, they're gonna charge you with a felony,

and then every arrest that you made, including the 400 with me as your partner,

is gonna be thrown out or subject to appeal.

Regrettably, yes.

That means hundreds of criminals that we put away

might be back on our streets.

Yeah,

but this is what I've come to realize. Even if that weren't the case,

even if I could go back and keep what I did a secret,

I wouldn't.

Yeah, well, you know what I realize?

You have to.

What do you mean?

Those convictions are my convictions, too,

so this is about both of us.

Okay? You made a mistake, a big one.

But you're going to find a way to live with it,

and you're gonna make every day you do this job going forward

all about doing it the right way.

- It's not that simple. - I know. It's all kinds of complicated.

But this is what we're going to do.

- All right. - All right.

Besides,

there's something going down tonight,

and I'm going to need as much backup as I can possibly get.

All right.

Hey, Mayfield, it's Daddy.

You sure you want to do this?

I have no choice.

So you really think you can bowl another perfect game?

- Bailey. - I'm just saying. It seems a bit...

We just wanted to say,

you did right by putting Barton and his guys away.

They made the whole department look bad.

But that doesn't mean there's a man or woman here

that believes you bowled that perfect game.

Hey, listen, I just wanted to say that...

How does $1,000 to the charity of my husband's choice sound to you?

- Okay, now, that sounds great. - Good.

If we put $1,000 in there for the charity of our choice when he doesn't.

Oh, honey, you're not gonna get that 'cause he will.

- Come on, honey. - Okay, you know what? Look, this is fun.

And, uh, nobody likes raising the stakes more than me.

But, uh, gambling in California

- is illegal... - $2,000.

Nobody questions my partner's bowling skills.

Look out, Jack.

Hey, buddy.

- I think your hand's dry. - Yeah.

Yeah. Everything okay?

Uh...

It wasn't quite perfect.

I'm sorry. What's that?

I rounded up.

Rounded up? What does that mean?

- A perfect score is 300. - Right.

I bowled a 290.

You roll a perfect game right here, right now,

nothing else matters.

- I can't. I'm unclean. - Listen to me.

You're gonna do this for you. You're gonna do it for Trish,

for the LAPD and, most importantly,

you do it for me

'cause I don't have the $2,000 to cover the bet.

That's a lot of pressure.

You got it.

All right, let's go!

Okay, Mayfield.

Focus and release.

Whoo!

Thank you. Thank you.

Yeah!