All language subtitles for Lethal Weapon - 03x10 - There Will Be Bud.RepackTBS

Dear friends and family,
we've gathered here

to witness and celebrate the union

of Andrew Simon and Natalie Flynn

in marriage.

Stop the wedding.

Cole? What are you doing?

I'm sorry, Natalie.

I can't let you go through with this.

I told you, we should have
gotten married in Hawaii.

Get out of here.

Just hear me out.

I know I'm not perfect, but I love you.

And I'm pretty sure that you love me.

Now, you have two choices:

you can play it safe and marry Andrew,

or you can listen to your heart

and drive off with me right now.

In my car,

because yours is pretty damaged.

Did you really think this would work?

That you would just barge in,

profess your love,

and we would kiss and run off together?

Well, this sucks.

Wake up, sleepyhead.

Huh?

Oh.

Okay.

I thought we'd have some more
fun before you left for work.

Yeah. Let's have some more fun.

Absolutely. Um...

can I ask you a question?

I'm Julie. We met at a bar last night.

- That's not what I was gonna ask you.
- Oh.

Are you a fan of pancakes,

and if so, do you have any pancake mix?

Yes. To both.

Good. Now back to your idea.

Okay, I got this. I got...

- Stop that!
- Oh.

I don't have this.

I'm gonna have to get your Velcros.

No, I understand. Thank you
so much. I appreciate the call.

All right. Bye-bye.

Oh. Harper's day care closed
for 24 hours.

Measle outbreak.
Couldn't happen at a worse time.

It's okay. We got this.
Right? We got this.

We just call her sitter, that's all.

Honey, she's away. Semester at Sea.

So Roger, I hate to say it,

but one of us has to stay home from work.

Yeah, well, I just got
called to a crime scene.

- I can't. I...
- Well, I have court in an hour.

Uh...

Oh, really? What is, "Uh"?

- What is that?
- No, I-I'm just saying,

is-is this courtroom drama
really life and death?

Or is it someone trying to
weasel out of a speeding ticket?

You know, moving violation defense
may not be world-changing or lucrative,

but it is how a solo practitioner

builds her practice.

And your homicide victim

isn't getting any deader.

- Wow.
- I just... You know I...

I feel what you're doing, and you know

- I didn't mean it like that.
- Okay, I will call Cole

and see if he can stand in for me.

- I appreciate it.
- It went to voice mail.

He's been tough to reach
ever since Natalie got engaged.

He's probably somewhere
balled up in a fetal position.

Do you remember what I asked
you before we fell asleep?

About the wedding?

Yeah. Yeah.

Right, of course.

You don't have to come. It's tonight,

and it could be awful
'cause my ex will be there.

Plus, I know we just met.

Are we talking open bar?

Open bar. Black tie, the whole deal.

So if it's not your thing...

I'm in. I love weddings.

Oh! You're incredible.

You're incredible.

Oh, my gosh. Oh.

- Are you okay?
- Oh, my God.

- Here.
- Oh, my God.

She's gonna kill me.

- Who?
- I don't live here.

I'm house-sitting
for my college roommate.

Erica's coming back today.

She's super uptight. She's a D.A.

Did you say Erica?

- A D.A. named...
- She really loved that table.

Okay, it's a big city. Common name.

There's probably a long list
of D.A.s named Erica.

- Is her mom...
- A senator.

- Her mom's a senator.
- And that's a shorter list.

- She's early.
- What?

Wait, what are you doing?
It was really great

to meet you, Julie. I'm gonna
go out your bathroom window now.

Okay.

- Uh...
- Hey, Jules.

Caught an early flight.

Yum, it smells like pancakes.

Did someone just go out
the bathroom window?

No.

Uh... before you get upset,

I really like this guy.

Hmm.

You have got to be kidding me.

So, you dreamt
you broke up Natalie's wedding

when in reality
you had just slept with Erica?

No, I slept with Erica's friend Julie

in Erica's super nice house,
which Erica doesn't know about.

Okay, and now you're going
to Natalie's wedding tonight?

No, I'm going to Julie's wedding.

Sorry, Julie's friend's wedding.

- One more time from the top?
- No. I know enough

about your soap opera life already.

Look, what is the world coming to?

Look at this.

A weed truck crashes into a carousel

where children play.

This stuff gets delivered like pizza now.

Weed and pizza.

Now, that's a good business
idea. One-stop shop.

Uh, Scorsese,

what do we have here?

Our victim's a 35-year-old
male. Kendal Green.

Senior manager of HerbLeaf, Incorporated.

He operates this truck.

So grisly.

And his carotid
artery was cut on both sides

with a non-serrated blade, like a...

- Garden shears.
- Oh, a horticulturalist.

- Murtaugh, up top.
- No.

Uh, deep down, I think you want to.

That is his business partner, Raymond.

Just arrived. And he's super stoned,

so have fun with that.

Raymond.

Raymond. We'd like to ask you

- a few questions.
- Mm, get in line, Detective.

- Oh, crap.
- The D.A.'s office

has been fielding a number of complaints

against this company,
so we're gonna go first.

I'd like to see all your transactions

- for the past six months.
- Don't say anything.

No problem.

They're, um, back in the office.

We'll give you a ride.

Oh, uh, Detective Cole,
I believe this belongs to you.

Oh. Cool. Thank you.

I took the $43 in cash as a down payment

towards my new kitchen table.

Do you have anything to say?

I hear you have a very lovely kitchen.

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Beep, beep.

Beep. Coming through. Beep, beep, beep.

- Leo.
- Trish Murtaugh?

- Hey.
- What are you doing down here

- on the battlefields of justice?
- Nothing.

Just appearance in front of...
Judge Leon.

- Ugh. Traffic court.
- Yeah.

Hey, it's a good place
to work on your craft,

and smart move bringing the bambino.

Anyway,

I've got to go.
I've got my class action lawsuit

against Gehrman-Driscoll.

- Gehrman-Driscoll?
- Yeah.

- The Fortune 500 Gehrman-Driscoll?
- It turns out

they have been putting
a very toxic chemical

into some of their cleaning
supplies, as evidenced

by my very sickly client Preston here.

Preston, put on the mask.
What are you doing?

- Okay, I'm sorry. Okay.
- What are... You're killing me here.

Anyway, good luck
with the double parkers.

Bye, Harper.

Like Abraham Lincoln,

I have less than one year
of formal schooling.

But I shall prove that Gehrman-Driscoll

acted with malice

and reckless disregard for human life.

- And furthermore...
- Your Honor, I move

you put an end to this farce right now

by failing to certify Mr. Getz's class

of barely half a dozen plaintiffs.

I object.

On what grounds, Mr. Getz?

On many fertile, hallowed grounds.

The halls...

of justice.

Such as...?

Such as...

- Uh, Leo.
- Yeah?

Uh...

Trish, I don't know what this is.

The public policy clause

in the California Code
of Civil Procedure,

statute 382.

What she said. That.

Objection sustained.

Opening remarks tomorrow at 9:00.

And you are?

Oh, Trish Murtaugh.

My, uh, my co-counsel.

And this is her little paralegal. Say hi.

Harper, say hi to the judge.

Hi.

My couch smells like cheap cologne,

along with everything
that your drunk hands

and God knows what else
touched last night.

Well, I definitely didn't go

anywhere near your clothes.

You wore my robe.

Okay, God. Please, stop. Both of you.

I don't want to know
what happened last night.

Just answer me this:
do I need to call HR?

- No.
- We're good.

Okay. Good. So, tell me

about the murder at the cannabis truck.

The owners have been on the D.A.'s radar

for the past few weeks.

Their products have been sending
their customers to the hospital.

Someone sent Kendal Green

right to the morgue. My money's
on his previous employer.

Green Harvest?

We all have areas of expertise.

Mine happens to be weed dealers.

That explains your
collection of Phish CDs.

When Kendal left,

the owners tried to sue him
for unshared revenue.

There were threatening texts.

Hey, look. It's a motive.
Go talk to them.

Cole.

You wore her robe?

Yeah. That robe wore me.

Yeah, I have a robe like that.

You know what the worst part
of this whole thing is?

Julie actually thinks she likes you.

She has no idea

- what a train wreck you are.
- Train wreck?

- Roger, get involved here.
- I don't have the stomach for this.

I'm gonna go talk to some
violent murder suspects.

I get it. You just got kicked
to the curb by your ex.

You're going through something.

What? This has nothing
to do with Natalie.

Yeah. Right.

Look, Julie just went
through a rocky breakup.

She needs reliability.

I'm Mr. Reliable.

Ooh. Weed truck.

Um, hello.

I'm still talking here, Mr. Reliable.

Hi. Welcome to the Green Harvest.

How may weed help you?

"Weed help you." Punny.

Yay, legalization.

Listen, uh, I'd like to talk to you

about your former partner,

Kendal Green.

Uh, you should talk to Shep.

He's the owner.

Just give me a minute.

Jackpot.

What are you doing?

Scratch that.
Whatever you're doing, stop.

Are you never not entering
places you're not welcome?

You're gonna blow this investigation.

You can't be in here without a warrant.

- You have to have...
- Probable cause.

That's what you were gonna say, right?

See, I was listening.

Hi. Welcome to Green Harvest.

How may weed help you?

Yeah, it's-it's still me.

Damn, Shep.

See, I'm not a total...

Whoa.

Train wreck!

I've found the key in these
situations is to remain calm.

How often does this happen to you?!

Less than you think,
more than I care to admit to.

Uh, Cole?

Stop the truck.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Okay.

Hi. LAPD. Pull over.

Watch the road. Watch the road.

Hands on the wheel. Hands on the wheel!

What are you doing?

Wake up.

Oh, boy.

Little hitch.

Hold tight!

Ooh, I'm calling HR.

Stop it.

You guys think I killed Kendal?

You ran away from the police
moments after we found

the actual murder weapon in your vehicle.

- So, yeah.
- I ran because...

I thought you were gonna arrest me.

Oh, we were.

For operating without a grower's license.

One more violation,

and I'm closed down.

I didn't kill Kendal.

Shep, we know about the threats,

- the lawsuit...
- Did he screw me out of money

when he went to work
for those scumbags? Yes.

Did I just learn he's been sleeping

with my wife? Yes.

Is this a confession? Yes.

Oh, no!

I would never...
I'm kind of a wreck, okay?

I wasn't thinking

in that truck.

Ooh, crime of passion.

And just like that,
we got a free afternoon.

I don't think he did it.

You're not serious.

Oh, I get it.

You're over-empathizing.

You both just had a recent heartbreak.

What? Kendal's killer
strung up the body and made

surgical slices that severed
both carotid arteries.

Yep. Shep did that.

It was too precise.

Imagine that you wanted to stab me

for sleeping with somebody
that you cared about.

That won't be too difficult.

Say Julie and I did it

in your apartment.

On every surface.

In your bed,

in your shower,

on the tile counter.

You would reach
for the nearest sharp implement

and you would stab me with it.

In the neck. Over and over.

Yeah, you would.

Oh... Mm.

Meanwhile,

in the offices of Gehrman-Driscoll,

Leopold Getz

and his trusty sidekick, Trish Murtaugh,

awaited in the star chamber...

Okay, Leo, please.

Tell you what, you talk,

and I'll do my tough guy face, okay?

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Hmm.

Our discovery request.

We'd like every document on that list.

Ms. Murtaugh, let's be honest.

Your client has no
legitimate grievance here.

However, in the interest
of protecting our brand,

I've been empowered to offer
a settlement of $100,000.

And we accept.

$100,000?

Thank you.

Is this the going rate for a man's life?

We believe our offer
is more than generous.

And I'm sure that our client will agree,

as soon as we get a chance to
show it to him...

Our counteroffer.

Every document on that list by
9:00 a.m. or we get a subpoena.

Let's go, Leo.

Do you have any tape?

You know, I got a friend
in Little Bangladesh

that'll still cash this.

Leo, if we can prove these allegations

against Gehrman-Driscoll,
they will be handing Preston

a check that puts that one to shame.

How much shame
are we talking about? Like,

- seven-figure shame?
- Mm.

Well, my client would love
to have his day in court.

What's this?

"You're onto something.
Meet me at MacArthur Park.

2:00 p.m."

We have a deep throat!

- I've always wanted a deep throat!
- Stop saying

- "deep throat."
- Oh, neat.

And then

she left her show on USA,

married a prince,

and they lived happily ever after.

- Right?
- There she is.

Learning all about celebrity culture?

Thanks again for watching her.

Trish had a big case to take care of.

But you're off the clock. We
got the babysitter downstairs.

Just so you know,
we were reading Dickens earlier.

- So, this was just...
- Hey, Captain,

I found a note in our victim's wallet.

"You're onto something. Call me."

The number belongs to a guy
named Tom Kessler.

We have a license photo,

and we just pinged his phone.

Get Cole, look into it.

So, what's the plan?

We gonna wander the crowd,
hope we get lucky?

Ha. Considering your luck lately...

I didn't know it was her apartment, okay?

Erica is the deputy D.A.

It just complicates everything.

I took care of it.

I uncomplicated everything.

I'm not gonna see her friend anymore.

I thought you was taking her
to the wedding tonight.

I got out of it.

Told Julie that I was flying off
to Darfur.

To Darfur?

Yeah, that was my move
back in my CIA days.

It's 100% effective.

Whoever left the note is going to try

to contact us.

Our job now

is just to not look... suspicious.

Then why are you dressed suspiciously?

I'm not.

I'm actually the opposite of that.

You are not the opposite of that.

- Like a chameleon.
- Excuse me.

May I join you?

That depends.

- Is it hot in Prague today?
- Leo.

By all means. Please, sit.

My name's Tom Kessler.
I'm the one who left that note.

I'm a former lead chemist
at Gehrman-Driscoll,

and I have proof that supports
your client's claim.

- We're gonna be rich.
- Leo.

You know what, you need to learn
a lot about relationships

and trust...

And what the hell is Trish doing here?

Roger,

the guy they're with...
that's Tom Kessler.

Trish!

Roger. What are you doing here?

Do you know

who the hell you are talking with?

What's going on?

Did you set me up?

- This is our murder suspect.
- Well, this is my witness.

Roger! Sniper!

Oh, my God!

You okay? I'm okay.

Cole's phone.

Darfur?

No. No, there's a shooting
right now in MacArthur Park.

Oh, he-he's right here.
Hang on one second.

Someone named Julie.

No.

Hey.

I was just gonna call you.

Good news. Flight got cancelled.

I can make the wedding.

I'd like you to tell my husband
to stop deposing me

- as a witness.
- And I'd like you to tell my wife

not to walk into situations
that could get her killed.

Okay, time-out.

Catching up here.
So, Tom Kessler is no longer

a suspect in the Kendal Green murder?

Correct. We think whoever killed
Kendal just tried to kill Tom.

Tom is a whistleblower in a lawsuit...

Against Gehrman-Driscoll.

You're just gonna talk about
my lawsuit like I'm not here.

- It is my whistleblower, it's my case.
- Hold on.

How are your case
and our murder connected?

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

- Will you please tell him...?
- Will you tell my wife to listen?

- No, you listen.
- I have an idea.

Why don't you two get through this,

and I'll be where you are not.

I don't get it.
You don't want me to do my job?

Finding people

who are trying to kill other
people is not your job.

Except now, it is. This is
an important case, Roger.

- A big case.
- I get it.

What do you get?

Traffic court, misdemeanors.

Things aren't happening as
fast as you would like them to,

and you think this is
gonna help launch your career.

Hmm.

What if you get killed pursuing that?

You think you know
what's inside my head, Roger?

Almost never.

- Hi.
- Hi.

May I help you?

Yeah, I'm actually here to pick
up a dress for my friend.

She's a bridesmaid at a wedding tonight.

Name of the wedding?

I'm not sure. Her name's Julie.

- Last name?
- Not sure.

She's, like, five-six,

reddish hair.

Five-six.

I'll see what I can find.

Thank you.

These things are not easy

to get into.

Okay, here I come.

What do you think?

You are stunning.

- Is it a "yes"? Is this the dress?
- Yes!

Are we saying "yes" to the dress?

I personally love it.

It's very sparkly.

Cole... what are you doing here?

I'm here to pick up my date's dress

for this wedding
that we're going to tonight.

- Oh. Really?
- Yeah.

Whose wedding?

Just some friends of Julie's.

That's my date. Julie.

She's amazing.

Hmm.

Sir, I'm not finding anything.

Do you happen to have her phone number?

We don't typically save information

under height or hair color.

I wish I did.

Julie's kind of a new friend.

Going to a wedding of
someone you don't know

with a girl you just met.

Same old Cole.

Yeah. Who doesn't love that guy?

Hmm.

So what do you think?

Any sign of Kessler?

Two hours in,

and still no.

And what course are you up to?

Appetizers.

I'm doing a crudités plate.

Following it with a...

pasta and spicy a-meatballs.

Oh, God, I miss your stakeouts.

You got to be kidding me.

Oh, no. Bad crudités?

It's Trish.

On her own stakeout. Oh, my goodness.

She doesn't know what she's even doing.

She has no provisions, no neck pillow.

It's pure amateur hour.

I'll call you back.

Hey, sweetie. What's up?

I see you.

What?

Putting aside

the fact that you're back
in the line of fire

against my advice,

what you see is

a professional stakeout...

Mm.

...with all the necessary accoutrements.

Neck support, I got food.

Meatballs.

They looked very spicy, Roger.

Oh, they are.

But not to worry, because I will
be washing them down with...

Wait a minute.

Where is...?

Where is my...?

My stakeout thermos.

And I've got three more just like 'em.

But I'm willing to negotiate.

You could have got yourself hurt today.

I know.

And I'm sorry that I thought
this was all about your career.

Thank you.

- You weren't wrong.
- I know.

Okay.

What are you doing?

I'm adding a whole new accoutrement.

- There is no way, baby.
- No. Listen.

We can't make up and
then skip the best part.

Honey.

You know garlic and meat make me horny.

- I-I think I see someone.
- It's me.

- It's me.
- No. Honey, no. I think it's Tom.

I think it's Tom.

Tom Kessler.

The whistleblower with terrible timing.

You're an hour late.

I told Julie to leave without you.

Hey. You look great.

Your place looks great.

Didn't there used to be a table there?

And you're drunk.

Yeah, I am.

I didn't get Julie's dress,

but I did see what Natalie was wearing

for her wedding day, and she looked

a lot like Meghan Merkel. Or Markle.

Mackerel. Something with an "E-L."

I don't know.

Crap.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm... I'm always okay.

All the tortures I endured,
the waterboarding,

the fingernails, the sleep deprivation...

This one.

When they rip your heart out,

it's like a whole new world of pain.

Yeah, I've heard.

That's why I avoided it my entire life.

But you know what?

It's a bad idea.

Because now...

there's no scar tissue there,

and it just... hurts.

How long does it take to go away?

I don't know, Cole.

But I'm sorry.

Did you and Julie have sex on this couch?

- No.
- Oh.

Maybe.

All right.

This blanket is almost
as comfy as your robe.

I will dump this on you.

How weird did things get
last night? Be honest.

Let's see. You came in drunk.

You threatened to puke in my
bathroom, talked about torture,

your ex,

and then you followed through
on your original threat.

- It is a great bathroom.
- And...

you tried to call your ex

a few times last night,
so I took your phone.

I would have wanted someone
to do the same for me.

Sorry.

I guess I owe you one.

It's fine.

It was... humanizing.

If the whole thing wasn't so
graphic, it might have been...

Six missed calls from Roger.

They have Tom Kessler.

We got to go.

You don't have that sweatshirt

that I left here the other night, do you?

I used it to clean the bathroom.

- That's fair.
- Mm-hmm.

I told them they were using
dangerous levels of triclosan.

I sent memos.

But they didn't want to hear it.

That's when the threats started.

What? We've been here the whole time.

In that outfit, I would've noticed.

So Gehrman-Driscoll's trying
to kill you to shut you up?

And not just me. There's a guy
who works at a cannabis farm,

found out Gehrman-Driscoll's
fertilizer made him sick.

A cannabis farm. Kendal Green?

Yeah, that's him. We were in touch

for a while 'cause
he wanted to go public.

And then, I stopped hearing from him.

He got killed two days ago.

Oh, God.

That's what they do.

Well, I see 'em in court in an hour.

Do you have any hard evidence?

I made copies of everything.
I have a whole file.

But I couldn't get it
out of Gehrman-Driscoll.

They were watching.

It's behind a vent in my office.

That shouldn't be a problem.
Right, Roger?

Piece of cake. We'll just
go by there and get it.

Not without a warrant, you
won't, unless you want

to kill our case and your
wife's, in one fell swoop.

Warrant, Roger.

How quickly can you get us one?

Well, if I can get an emergency hearing,

put Tom in front of a judge,

- maybe an hour, but...
- Great.

I left my case files on this at home,

so we'll have to make a quick stop.

Take a uni with you to be safe.

Oh, that's sweet.
You're worried about me.

Well, Tom.

And you. It's a 50/50 thing.

Mostly Tom, though.

Tom.

What's happening?

HR nightmare.

Hey, could you call Erica and
ask her what's taking so long

- with this warrant?
- I just called her. You call her.

Trish is waiting for these
documents in court.

Her whole case is riding on this.

And I imposed on Erica
way too much this week.

Kessler sent two cops
to search this office.

Find the files.

Sorry, this'll just be a few minutes.

There's some coffee
in the kitchen if you want it.

No. No. I'm okay.

Thanks.

So what happens in the judge's chambers?

I don't have to see anyone from
Gehrman-Driscoll, right?

Oh, don't worry. We go in ex parte.

It'll all be in the affidavit.

How they threatened your life.

Tried to gun you down in public.

Murdered Kendal Green.

With a pair of gardening shears.

Brutal.

How did you know about
the gardening shears?

I heard it on the news.

Huh. I didn't know we released
those details.

Oh. I overheard someone
at the police station.

I think I will have that coffee.

Hey.

How we looking on that warrant?

It's coming along.

Any minute.

Any minute, is that one minute,
ten minutes?

What are we looking at? Cole...

There's something off about Tom.

Erica, you there?

Hang up the phone.

My wife worked in the
Gehrman-Driscoll labs

for 20 years and got sick because of it.

Their reaction?

Deny responsibility.

And refuse to pay her medical bill.

These people are monsters!

I need your bike.

LAPD.

Thank you.

Screw that damn warrant.

Hey!

LAPD! Drop the file.

Now.

Where is Rog with the files?

Your Honor,

the prosecution has yet to
produce any evidence supporting

their reckless accusations,
despite their promises to do so.

I agree.

Counselor, if you have
something else to add,

now is the time.

Just one moment, Your Honor.

I need you to stall
until Roger gets here.

This is what I do. Watch.

Your Honor!

Ladies and gentlemen,
my brother, Ice Queen.

Until I was 28 years old,
I could not read.

So I would look at that seal
of the City of Los Angeles

and have to go off of the bear.

And the oil rig.

Counselor?

Sorry. It's my asthma.

I'll be fine.

Thank you, Preston.

- Your Honor,
- LEO: I...

this charade has gone on long enough.

- Was nowhere near done.
- I agree.

Counselor, your time is up.

Just one minute, Your Honor,
we're not finished.

Counselor, present something
in two minutes

or I will hold you both in contempt

and recommend disbarment, is that clear?

Understood, Your Honor.

I cannot lose my license
for a third time.

I sabotaged their product

to take away the only thing
that matters to them, money.

When they found out... ha...

there was no warning made to the public.

They tried to cover it up by killing me.

Did you kill Kendal Green?

After he got sick, he started
snooping around Gehrman-Driscoll

and found me.

Like you, he left me no choice.

We will be proving,

beyond a shadow of a doubt,

the Gehrman-Driscoll...

Remember when you were so upset
about that table?

I'm thankful for justice.

Plus, I pledge to donate the $20 million

from Gehrman-Driscoll to the
American Cancer Society.

And my legal team has generously agreed

to forfeit their salaries as well.

No!

That was me.

Yeah. We figured.

Cheer up, Leo, we won.

Oh, yeah?

'Cause it feels a lot like the
American Cancer Society won.

Did you know that there are many
semi-reputable charities

that will give you an
under-the-table finder's fee?

All you had to do was check with me.

Listen, Tom Kessler and three
Gehrman-Driscoll executives

are going to jail because of
you, Leo. Justice was served.

Justice doesn't pay for this fancy suit.

- Oh, that's...
- Okay, I'll see you later.

Or my other fancy suit.
L.A.'s expensive, Cappy.

Well, I don't know about you,

but I've gotten several calls
from potential clients

since news of this trial broke.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

I haven't gotten any.

Well, is it possible you
didn't pay your phone bill?

Well, no. I bought 15 minutes
last week, I should be...

Oh. No. I'm out.

You know what? We would not have
these kind of problems

if you and me were partners.

Not a chance.

Oh, come on. Are you kidding?

My asthma attack saved us.

- Oh, really?
- Uh-huh. Plus, I got

a lot of ailments
you haven't even seen yet.

I have a really interesting
rash that's real.

You should see my eye patch.

I do a pretty good limp. I do...

Here.

You left that in my apartment.

What is it?

A piece of your motorcycle that
I found under my couch.

So I hear that you're moving.

Yeah. After being held at knifepoint,

witnessing a murder, and the fact

that you had sex in it
kind of killed the vibe.

I feel like it's a little unfair
to lump me with those first two.

You know, you destroy
everything you touch.

But thank you for, um,
for, uh, saving my life.

Natalie.

What are you doing here?

I just wanted to make sure
you were all right.

You seemed a little weird
at the dress shop.

Yeah.

Well, you know, sequin
makes me a little uneasy.

I also had a missed call
from you, at 4:00 a.m.

Right. I'm sorry.

I won't do that again.

You're with Andrew. I respect that.

It's just... what we had...

I don't think I'll ever find it again.

You wont.

But, eventually,

you will find something similar...

...with someone else.

You just have to give it time.

How do you know?

Because I've been
heartbroken before, too.

Well, whoever did that
must be a real idiot.

Yeah. I thought so.

I got appetizers.

- Mm-hmm.
- Cooler is packed.

We are ready for another stakeout.

Check it out.

- Thermos of white.
- I love it.

Thermos of red.

So much better than our
stakeouts. I'm almost jealous.

We appreciate you doing this.

You sure you're okay babysitting?

Hey, he offered.

And I'm looking forward to it.

Plus, I'm low on cash.

I still owe Erica five
large for that table.

Okay. Well, Harper's bedtime is at 8:00,

and help yourself to anything
in the fridge.

And don't call.

You ready?

Ready.

You. Look. Stunning.

Come here.

Listen, when you grow up,

people are gonna be throwing
themselves at your feet.

I just hope whoever you choose,

they're not dumb enough to screw it up.

- Do you want to watch TV?
- Yep.

Don't tell your dad.

You broke it.

I know.

Just don't tell him.