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Our diamond rings
are right over here.

Yes, ma'am, we'll take care
of that special order for you.

You'd like to take a look,
let me show you.

Yeah, I'd like
to look at this one.

Of course.

- The best choice.
- I'm not sure of the quality.

Yes...

It's beautiful.

Yeah, that's really pretty.

Mm-hmm.

You think this looks good?

Try the Audi dealer on Wilshire.

Hand to God,
best Cronuts this side

of the 405.

Change your life.
Danish?

- No.
- Uh, yeah, no.

- Thank you, but this isn't Costco.
- Herb...

I-I-I'm trying,
I'm trying.

That's why I can't find
the deck chairs.

Oh, shoot.

Got some runners.

On the ground now!

Wallets, watches,
jewelry in the bag.

- Let's go! Let's go!
- In the bag!

If you do not want
a gun in your face,

- hand your watches and jewelry...
- Let's go, everybody.

- Let's go, come on.
- If you don't want a bullet

in your brain, do not...

Don't move! Stay on the ground.

Everything in the bag.
Right now.

That means you, beautiful.
Ring, too.

No. Are you crazy?
This is my wedding ring.

- Give me the damn ring!
- No!

- Give him the ring.
- Was I talking to you?

- Don't you have enough already?
- I wasn't talking to you.

- Take it easy!
- I was not talking to you!

Shut your
damn mouth!

Next one goes
between the dimples.

What?

I come prepared.

You crazy bitch!

Okay, that
I wasn't prepared for.

Look up in the sky!

It's a bird,
it's a plane,

it's Super Harper!

Wow.

Looks like you two have
a really special relationship.

Yeah.

It takes hard work,
you know?

But this is the
reward, you know?

Yeah, yeah, I feel you.

Makes me wish Duncan's grandpa
was as involved as you.

Grandpa?

I'm 32 and I can barely keep up.

You're a hero.

Oh. Monkey bars are calling.

Enjoy the rest of your day, sir.

Sir?

All right.
I'm back!

I'm sorry.

My boss is on a warpath
because of this merger.

Yes, he is.

Roger?

- What happened?
- That haircut just...

called me Harper's grandpa.

Oh, I'm sorry, baby.

Your first "grandpa."

What do you mean, "first"?

Well, it's not out
of the question.

There are grandfathers your age.

But 52 isn't what it used to be.

Right, baby?

- No, it's not.
- Someone needs to tell that to the haircut.

Oh, okay.

You want to go on...

play on the jungle gym
with your dad?

- Yeah.
- Okay. Come on.

Oh, my goodness.
What are you doing, Roger?

Don't worry
about what I'm doing.

Come on,
we're gonna go have fun.

Me and you. We're gonna go
in there in the slide.

- Yeah. Ow. Ooh, that hurt.
- Sir, sir?

That's actually
made for children.

Let me get in first.

Yep.

That was easy.

All right, here we go.

One, two.
Whoa.

- There she is!
- Hey!

Whoa... hey, hey.

Trish, I'm stuck.

Oh, my gosh, Roger.

Can you slide
yourself out?

What do you think "stuck" means?

Sir? Sir?

I'm a firefighter.

- Hang tight.
- I'm stuck.

I'll call it in.

Your grandpa's gonna be
just fine.

I'm-I'm not the grandpa.

Uh... Hey, Trish?

Huh?

Is anybody watching?

Nope.

No, nobody's watching.

Good. Let's just keep this
between us, all right?

- Morning, ladies.
- Hey.

Hey, I need you to slap me.

As much as I'd love to, why?

I don't know,
something's off in my game,

and I feel like my reflexes
need to be tested,

so just go ahead and slap me.

Riggs, I'm a medical
professional.

I'm not gonna...

Thank you.

Would you like me
to slap you again?

Or would you like to
tell me what's going on?

Because I am good with either.

I don't know.

I'm shooting whiskey bottles
this morning, right?

And I miss one,
and I never miss one.

Wait.

You were shooting at bottles?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
It's, you know...

I-I shoot at the whiskey
that I want to drink.

It's kind of part of my process.

What if you don't
have any bottles?

Well, then I, like, shove
a thumbtack into my finger.

Or sometimes
a paper clip under the nail.

That usually
holds me over.

Riggs, that's-that's
really concerning.

Yeah, but effective.

Is it possible
that you feel broken

because you're not drinking?

You mean, like how Popeye
needs his spinach?

No. No, no. More like...

more like, this newfound
clarity is unnerving,

and-and that's
why you feel off.

No, no, I like
the Popeye analogy.

The alcohol is what
gave me my edge.

Of course.

Thanks, Doc.

Beautiful day for a crime scene.

You seem chipper.

And sober.

I'm glad to see that, uh,

support group I recommended
is working out.

No, that was garbage.

I stopped going to that.

Too much complaining.

You know? Besides, there was
only a two-cookie limit.

I should've known
you couldn't cut it.

You are biologically incapable
of following the rules.

No, see, I choose
not to follow stupid rules.

There's a difference.

Besides, I got it under control.

That's the most ridiculous
thing I ever heard.

Really?

The most ridiculous?

Well, did you hear
the one about the guy

that got stuck on a slide
for an hour and a half?

'Cause that was
pretty crazy.

Trish told you about that?

Yeah, she thought
that you were gonna be late.

So, tell me, Rog,
the Jaws of Life...

how are they,
up close and personal?

- Morning!
- I'll cut your nose off

- if you tell a soul.
- Our victim's name

is Dan McTeer,

and in a shocking twist,
he's also our bad guy.

Oh, beautiful.

- I'm going back home.
- This way.

He and a buddy ripped off
this jewelry store.

High-tech stuff, took out
security cameras, alarms.

- And, uh...
- Ah, let me guess.

- He was poisoned.
- I wish.

Hit by a delivery truck

whilst fleeing.

Complete waste
of my talents.

Did the truck shoot him, too?

That would be her.

Bystander packing a.357 Magnum
in her pocketbook.

And we already
bagged the weapon,

so it's, like,
I don't know.

- Challenge me?
- Okay, well,

I'll take the witnesses.

Riggs, why don't you get
an official statement

from the shooter?

Unless it's too hard for you
to follow the rules.

Oh, I'll be fine.

Let me know if you get stuck.

All right.

Name.

Ruthie Krumholz.

Spelled exactly like it sounds.

Address.

Home is where you park it,
honey.

You don't have an address?

Just put "The Open Road."

Phone number.

Oh.

So Uncle Sam can listen in
on calls

with my chiropodist?

Nice try.

All right.

Okay. There we go.

Hey. Hey, what do you think
you're doing?

I'm grabbing your registration.

You're entering my home
without probable cause.

That's unlawful search
and seizure.

Well, you're being
a pain in my ass,

and I'm trying to prove a point
to my partner.

So this is keeping me
from freaking out.

Oh, you are in for it now, bub.

Alan Dershowitz
owes me a favor.

Oh! What?
Look what you did!

What the hell is wrong with you?

I did not see that coming.

Hot off the presses.

The invoice for
my RV repairs.

Ah. The department will, uh,
take care of that.

Nope. Damage was done
during an illegal search.

They say
it's on you.

"Faulty transmission,

leaky gaskets..." wait.

That's not me.

Well, I disagree.

Classic he said, she said.

I'll pay for your door.

That's it.

I'm not leaving.

Fine. Get comfortable.

Don't test me, Detective.

I once staged an
anti-Nixon sit-in

at the White House
for six days.

Kissinger still calls me
on my birthday.

Bowman.

What do we have on the robbery?

Um, I pulled security footage

from the area around
the crime scene.

What the...
is there a cat in here?

Ignore her.

Uh, this is from
the traffic cam.

There's our robber
making a getaway.

But we can't get
an angle on the plate.

I know the plate.

You do?

This morning
at the jewelry store,

I tried to park next
to that schmuck,

but he was
over the line.

I couldn't fit in.

I had to circle the block
for ten minutes.

Ugh, hate
when that happens.

I wrote down the plate
to report him.

Thank you.

You pay for my RV?

That's extortion.

Is it working?

If it pans out,

then, yes,
I will pay for your RV.

Hmm.

And a hotel.

That was my home
you mangled.

It's not gonna happen.

You're just gonna eat it?

One night.

One night.

Was that so hard?

She demanded that I put her

in a hotel with a heated pool.

Who the hell needs
a heated pool?

Right? I-Isn't that
what bathtubs are for?

Riggs, why didn't
you just tell her no?

I tried.

It's like ever since I quit
drinking, I've lost my edge.

Your edge.

Riggs, you don't need
booze to be crazy.

This coming from the guy who
thought he could fit in a slide.

Come on, Rog, face it.

We're off our game.

Don't lump me in with you.

I'm operating at
peak performance.

Hmm.

There's our thief.

Who's he meeting?

It's a drop.

Let's roll.

Hands on the trunk!

Hands on the trunk.

You, step out of the car now.

Rog, what are you doing?

I got this!

Rog!

Aah!

LAPD!

I'm a little off my game.

It's a whole Popeye
spinach thing.

911. What's your emergency?

Uh, yeah,
is this the number for backup?

Hey!

Car 419 in pursuit
of a black Mercedes.

Get out of the car!
Hands where we can see 'em!

Rog!

You're alive!

I'm more than alive!

I feel unstoppable!

What the hell?

I did not see that coming
either.

Neat trick,
sending a self-driving car

for the drop-off.
But you know and I know

someone had to be
controlling it.

Perhaps, although

we could have
a Knight Rider situation.

That's a good point.

Are we dealing with a
Knight Rider kind of situation?

Uh, I'm not sure
what a Knight Rider is,

but I got no idea
who owns the car.

What the hell did he just say?
What the hell did you just...?

- You don't know who KITT is?
- Hasselhoff?

Do they work here or...?

I don't even know
how to respond to that.

Look, Beck,

you've pulled robberies

for hire across the Southwest.

Who hired you this time?

Did you just flinch?
Did he just flinch?

Mm-hmm, that was
definitely a flinch.

Look, man, I don't
want any trouble.

I-I saw you on that car.
You're crazy.

You're damn right I'm crazy.

And you keep not talking,

you're gonna just see
how loco I can get.

I told you,

I don't know anything.

- Where's my phone book?! Is there a phone...?
- Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa, tiger,

tiger, tiger, let me, uh,
let me take a run at him.

Just, you know,
just ease there.

Armed robbery.

What is that, three to nine?

Look, I get my gigs
on the Dark Web.

Clients keep us
out of the loop on purpose.

In case you end up here.

Yeah.

I didn't even know the guy

I pulled the job with.

The buyer took
care of timing,

drop-off,

even hacked
the store's security.

All without showing his face.

But you got paid online.

- So don't you have his account information?
- No.

Bitcoin's anonymous.

It's kind of the whole
point of the Dark Web.

Wait, do you not know
what that is?

Of course I know what that is.

- I don't know.
- The Dark Web? It's the black market

of the Internet...
drugs, guns, murder...

all anonymous,
all for sale.

Maybe it's an age thing.

We're only six
years apart.

And why do you know about
the Dark Web and I don't?

Korean skin care.

Look, not all ointments

are exactly legal
in the States.

Why not?
What's in 'em?

People?

What's important here
is that we know

we're looking for someone
who's tech-savvy.

With flawless skin.

Hey.

So, the driverless car
is registered

through a bunch
of shell corporations

to one Herb Weiss.

Hmm. That's the husky fella

from the jewelry store.

His cloud-based

data security firm
recently declared bankruptcy.

He's up to his nostrils
in debt.

Tech-savvy and desperate.

But why would Herb
pretend to be a customer

in his own jewelry heist?

Bowman, bring Herb in
for questioning.

You and Riggs, go see
if anyone at the heist

noticed anything
off about him.

Why are you smiling?

'Cause Riggs is gonna hate this.

Oh, Marty,
glad you're here.

You can help me fix
the pay-per-view.

You can't order pay-per-view.

Not without your help.

Oh, no.

What the hell is all this?

Just a few necessities.

Three bags
of gourmet jelly beans?

I have undiagnosed
low blood sugar.

I... I'm not paying
for all of this.

Honey, you need
to unclench.

Relax.

Put on a robe.

We'll watch Beaches.

Okay. All right.

The couple you saved
at the heist yesterday...

See, it's stuck on the
hotel welcome channel.

Hey! Hey.

Hey.

We think the husband's in on it.

Did you notice anything unusual
about him today?

Only that he
and that trophy wife

hadn't schtupped
in at least a year.

Trouble in paradise.

What, they told you that?

Intuition.

I read people.

Like you.

Your eyes keep darting
over to the minibar.

How many days sober?

I'm guessing seven.

- Ten.
- Woof.

I've been there.

So right now you're probably
feeling, like, a little foggy?

Not quite yourself?

- I'm fine.
- Yeah.

Oh, honey, look at you.
You're not fine.

It's my look.

Besides, I got a system.

- Ah.
- Mm.

A system?

Let me guess.

Pretend you got it
all under control

and then blow off anyone
who tells you otherwise.

I'm not doing this with you.

And circle gets the square.

Word of advice, kid,

systems work.

Until they don't.

No more room service!

What are we watching?

Tom Cruise over here

wants me to cut
together a video of him

riding on the self-driving car.

Oh. Awesome. Can I see?

No, because
not one police car

caught it on their dash-cam.

Hey.
For my generation,

if it's not on film,
it never happened.

Ah...

So-so when can we talk
to this Herb?

He went AWOL.

Yeah, have a
look at this.

Herb just upped his wife's
life insurance policy.

Hmm. So maybe the heist
was staged to off the wife,

collect on the insurance policy.

Make it look like

a robbery gone bad.

Very noir.

But here's the kicker.

The same anonymous account
that paid for the robbery

just made another payment.

So Herb just hired himself
another killer.

Good job.

Good job, Bowman.

Huge disappointment, Scorsese.

There's the wife, Riggs.

Be gentle.

Mrs. Weiss?

You're the detectives
from the jewelry store.

Is there something wrong?

We believe your husband's
trying to have you killed.

Herb? No.
That's not possible.

Yeah, well, between your
new life insurance policy

and his financial
troubles...

Financial troubles?

Look, I'm sorry,
this sounds a little bit crazy.

Rog, sniper!

Or just some kid.

God, you just

ripped my leggings.

- Uh...
- What is wrong with you?

Been a little off
lately, but...

- I could have sworn...
- Oh!

- ...somebody was trying to kill you.
- Well,

next time
you have a thought,

please
call our lawyer.

Wait! Don't open that door!

I knew somebody
was trying to kill you.

Please, tell me
someone got that on tape.

$10 million?
He took out a $10 million

life insurance policy on me?

We'll find Herb and whoever he hired

- to plant that bomb.
- The whole department's looking,

but do you know
where we could find him?

I'm sorry, I don't.

And he never told you about
the insurance or bankruptcy?

He didn't like me
to ask about that stuff.

- God, I feel so stupid.
- Mrs. Weiss, I came

as soon as I got the call.
Greg Antonetti.

I'm the Weiss family's attorney.

I was hoping that

Herb told Greg
more than he told me.

Do you know
where we could find him?

Greg,

the bastard just tried
to blow up my car.

There's a condo

in Camarillo.

He used it for, um...

For other women.

Of course.

I'll send a squad
car to the condo.

But in the meantime, you should
remain in protective custody.

I know a great hotel.

You'll love it.

Heated pool.

This is prejudice.

Ageist, sexist.

Yeah, tell me something, sir.

How do you
sleep at night?

Mr. Riggs? Finally.

What's going on here?

I'm being
unlawfully evicted.

We caught her skinny-dipping
in the lanai pool.

It was empty.

We've asked her
to vacate the premises.

But she's refusing.

I know my rights,
trust me.

I've been to bed with at least
two Supreme Court justices.

Stop talking.

Could you guys

excuse us
for just a few minutes?

- Ah.
- Thank you so much. - Yeah.

What the hell were you thinking?

I wasn't.

That's the whole point
of skinny-dipping.

Just floating free,

naked as the day God made you.

All that baggage
weighing you down

doesn't feel so heavy.

Y-You should try it.

Pack it up 'cause
you're out of here.

RV's not ready till tomorrow.

Where we going?

Oh, we're not going anywhere.

I'm going home.

- Bye.
- Oh...

I see.

Well, you know,

the streets should be friendly
to an old lady like me.

I took a Tae Bo class
in '96, yeah.

I'm... I'm sure
I'll be fine.

Who wants to see a dunk?

- I do!
- Huh?

One more time!

You know, anyone can dunk
in a bounce house.

I sunk a bomb into a
Dumpster in one shot.

And that was
just yesterday.

Roger, enough.

I don't like all this
risky behavior.

And what does it prove, honey?

That I'm not a grandpa
stuck in a tube.

Well, you know what,
I prefer a grandpa in a tube

than a husband
in a hospital.

Derek! Derek! Derek! Derek!

Roger, don't even
think it... stop.

Whatever it is,
stop it.

Can't a guy bounce
in a house

to impress his daughter?

This is silly.

One more!

One more! One more! One more!

Roger.

Back on the horse.

Good for you, you know?

Enough talk, Derek.

Pass the rock.

All right, kids,

pay attention.

Now, this is a take
on the Dee Brown

no-look one-hander

from the '91
Slam Dunk Contest.

Are you ready?

Here we go.

Oh, my God, hey, the kids!

- Uh-oh.
- Hey, hey.

Oh.

Derek, you got 'em?

Here you go, easy, easy.

Careful, careful
on your way out.

You kids all right?

Roger?

What are you thinking, buddy?

You see?
Now, that's how we do it.

Ooh. Whoa.

Not bad.

I spent three ecstatic months
with Gregg Allman

in a spot just like it.

All right.

You can have the couch,
I'll take a chair.

I do sleep au buffo.

The chair outside.

Wow.

Ten days and he tumbles
off the wagon.

No, no, no, those
are not for drinking,

they're for shooting.

Oh? Why is this one open?

'Cause you ruined
my system.

- Uh, me?
- Mm.

All I said was
it wouldn't work forever,

and it didn't.

'Cause you know
everything, right?

No, I-I know enough.

Mm.

Well, I know why you got
cuts on your fingers.

What's your poison?
Razors?

Office supplies.

Classy.

I was a stovetop girl myself.
Still got the callouses.

- Sounds painful.
- Yeah.

Isn't that the point?

Honey, I'm not judging.

Do what you gotta do.

Drink, slice your fingers,
shoot bottles.

Make yourself hurt

so you don't have
to hurt inside.

But sooner or later, Marty,

that's the hurt that gets you.

It's late.

- I'm gonna go crash.
- Good.

Take this with you.

What am I supposed
to do with this?

Dress each one up
like a different president.

What do I care? I can't
have it in the house.

And get some sleep, Marty.

You look like crap.

Don't look at me
like that.

I'm a grown man.

If I want a drink,
I can have a drink.

Look, it's not
even for me.

All right? This is for
the people of Los Angeles.

I've lost my edge,
so this is mandatory.

Understand.

So, what should I do?

Should I... should
I put my sobriety

over the safety
of the public?

Yeah? All right, fine.

Fine.

There it is.

If something bad happens today,

I just want you to know
it's on you.

All right?

Time for a swim.

Eyes open, boys.

You're gonna want to see this.

Ow!

Firemen.

Always want to be
the big hero.

You see how he
dove back in

to save the kids?

Those kids were
literally suffocating

in that bounce house.

I had it under
control, all right?

But, no, Derek wanted
all the glory.

Did Derek make you dunk
on a child-size hoop?

Did Derek make you jump
on a driverless car?

Indirectly.

Oh, my gosh.
Baby, look at me.

Look at me.

I know you don't like
feeling old,

but this is not how
you deal with it.

- It's not like anyone got hurt.
- No, gosh. Not yet, Roger.

But if you keep taking these
unnecessary risks, you will.

I'm not doing anything
that Riggs doesn't do

almost on a daily.

Riggs does not have
a family that relies on him.

Yeah, well, I didn't do
anything I can't handle.

Okay, Roger, enough.

Listen to yourself.

You are using Riggs

as a template
for normal behavior.

Oh, my God,
you might be right.

Baby, don't let your pride
take you away from this family.

Promise me
you'll let it go.

You look
how I feel, Bowman.

I did something bad, and I'm
ready to face the consequences.

Like "murder" bad,
or bad like you ate

Avery's lunch
by accident?

Look, I've been up all night
on the Dark Web

trying to track the hits
Herb ordered on his wife.

Somehow I ended up in a...

terrifying Russian chat room,

and-and...
I hired someone.

What's her name?

What? No, no, no,
no, no, I...

No, I paid someone
to hack into

the LTE hot spot in Herb's car

and record off his
hands-free mic.

I just thought it would
help us find him.

And that's what
you're worried about?

I did, like,
seven illegal things

- before I got here this morning.
- Really?

All right, what do we got?

I had Vasily make a tape,

and you need to see this.

Please,
just tell me who hired you, man.

I'll give you whatever you want.

That's Herb.

- Shut up and drive.
- Who's that?

- No idea.
- I will, I will.

Just, please, just leave
my wife out of it... please.

Next one's not a warning.

Drive!

So, Herb's not trying
to kill Ali.

Someone's going after them both.

Tell Rog to meet me
at the hotel.

- Can I help you?
- It's okay.

Greg, what are you
doing here?

I have something for you.

Your prenup.

I thought you might
want to look it over bef...

Ali?

We're too late.

Damn it.

Hey, it's not your fault.

I'm gonna fix this
once and for all.

What the hell you looking at?

So, someone hired bad guys
off the Dark Web

to kidnap Herb and Ali.

We don't know who,
why, or where.

Certainly not
our best work.

Hey.

You okay?

- Never better.
- Yeah, well, that bottle's

gonna make an awful
small target.

Who said anything
about shooting it?

Hey. So, the good news is
I got the private GPS data

off Herb's car.

Okay, and what's the bad news?

I may have committed
just a touch of treason.

All right,
where are they now?

A hunting cabin.
Angeles Forest.

Hey!

Hey!

Are you crazy?

Hey, listen, Tiny.

How about you do your job
and I do mine, eh?

What's that?

Mr. Bell-bottoms?

Hey, kid,
get out of here.

I'm looking for my cat.

Well, go look somewhere else.

Help! Somebody please help!

Help me, please!

What the hell am I
stepping in?

Smells like gasoline.

And lots of it.

I'm gonna take upstairs.

Shh, quiet.

Shh.

Oh, God.

All right. All right.

I-I thought he was
gonna kill me.

Ah.

How'd you yell for help?

Well, the gag was loose.

Can you please untie me?

Who tied you up?

Herb, my husband.

Mm, wrong answer.

Herb was kidnapped.

You know,

the bruises are a nice touch.

Very convincing.
So, was it

for the life insurance
or because you hated him?

Can it be both?

Ah. That is good.

Quiet.

Bad kitty.

That's not gasoline.

Oh, that's not good.

Herb.

We got to get out of here.

You know, you might want
to try and lose some weight.

Okay. Let's... get out of here.

Clear the area.
The place might blow.

Hey, mister.

Did you see
my cat in there?

Yeah, and he almost
got me shot.

Hey, hey, hey.

Where are you going?
You can't go in there.

- But I have to get Mr. Bell-bottoms.
- Look, kid, do you know

how dangerous it is
to run into a building

that's filled with
gasoline and propane?

You got a phone?

Here, kitty, kitty.

I don't even like cats.

Hey.

Hey, buddy, come here.

Son of a...

Ooh!

Kid, tell me you got that
on tape.

I want to see some

grandpa do that.

Roger, I saw the video.
Dude, you looked badass.

That's what I'm talking about.

Oh, yes.

We just hit 500 views.

Oh, yeah.
Doubt me now, Scorsese?

So, okay,

where was I?

The-the hit man just
pulled out the lighter.

I love this part.

Right, so there I was,

air thick with propane
and danger,

the cabin was
about to explode,

but Mr. Bell-bottoms was
counting on me to save him.

So I scooped him up in my arms.

I made peace with death

and then I jump.

Now, would a lesser man
have taken the door?

Maybe. But Roger Mayfield
Murtaugh never walks

when he can fly.

Roger Mayfield Murtaugh

may never walk again.

Oh, hey, baby.

Um, so-so, how much of that

did you hear?

Enough to know that you chose
to put yourself in danger

after you promised me
you wouldn't.

Well, it really wasn't
that dangerous.

And, besides,
it's just

a hairline fracture.

Well, I hope you can
get yourself home.

Oh, come on.

Trish, hey.
Let me explain.

Here for the free
bear claws?

Damn, I only saw the crullers.

Oh, here.

Final invoice for my RV.

I told the mechanic I was dying.

He gave me a discount.

Well, I appreciate that.

Don't mention it.

Hell of a piece you got there.

Oh, thank you very much.

I just took it for a spin

and got my edge back.

And I didn't even have a drink.

Looks like I'm fixed.

Sure you are, hon.

No, I'm not letting you
ruin this.

Listen, fine, hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Fine. What?

You had a good day.

I'm happy for you.

But until you let go
of everything else,

of all that pain
you're holding onto,

you'll never be free.

I'm plenty free.

Mm, trust me. You're not.

Lady, I live in a trailer
at the beach. Come on.

And still, not free.

But I hope some day you are.

Adios, Marty.

See you when I see you.

I was half expecting flowers.

I thought about it.

But, uh, I wanted to be honest.

So this isn't an apology.

Trish...

for the first time
in a very long time,

I've felt young again.

Alive.

And I don't feel that
I need to apologize for that.

So, you don't feel alive
when you're at home?

- That's not fair.
- You know what's not fair, Roger?

You running into a building
that's about to explode!

That's not fair.

You know I love this family
more than anything.

- Then stop risking it, Roger.
- How?

You want me to retire?
Get a desk job?

Oh, so now we're gonna
blame the job?

I have been married
to a cop for 20 years.

This isn't the job.
This is you.

You making danger
for yourself.

You don't know what it's
like out in the field.

What about here?

Hmm?

When I got that call that
you were in the hospital,

Roger, I was right back there
in that night...

- Yeah. Two years ago.
- ...two years ago

when I almost lost you.

I need you to tell me

that this reckless behavior
will end.

I can't.

Okay.

Then, until you can,

you can sleep on the couch.

Come on, Trish.
Is this what you really want?

If I have to learn
to live without you,

I might as well
start practicing now.

All right.

But you be careful
what you wish for.

Freedom feels good, doesn't it?

What the hell
are you doing?

What happened
to that whole, uh,

"I'll see you when I see you."
What happened to that?

And I'm seeing you.

What are you doing here?

Well, like I said,

home is where you
park it, honey.

Got to park somewhere.

No, no, no,
you're not parking that here.

Let me just slip out
of my dungarees.

I'll come join you.

Nope, I changed my mind.

I'm going inside.

Night, Marty!

Good night, Ruthie!