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("Careless Whisper"
by George Michael playing)

(door opens, bell jingles)

Hey.

Thanks for coming out.
I know this is a little bit

out of the way, but I am,
uh, finally one punch away

- from a free cruller, so...
- What is this?

This is my frequent holer card.
I've been a member since 2008.

It's a great program. You just...

I mean, why are you here?

Ah. I am here to negotiate

for my client's testimony.

I am Flaco Ruiz's new legal counsel,

Leo Getz.

You can keep that.

Now, we are asking the DEA for...

immunity,

witness relocation in
the city of his choosing--

nowhere smoggy,
he's legitimately bronchial--

a one million dollar

relocation bonus, and
coverage of his legal fees,

which are substantial.

This is not a negotiation.

Well, everything is a negotiation.

Shall we say $500,000

and coverage of his legal fees?

$100,000 and he will live in Fresno?

The DEA is prepared to offer one thing.

Coverage of his legal fees-- sold.

Protection from having
his fingers hacked off

and shoved into his mouth by the cartel.

(whispering)

Throw in a dozen crullers,
and you got a deal.

Half of those are mine. My fee.

Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me,

I need to see a judge
about a release. Huh?

Should have made it two dozen crullers.

AGENT: Get down! Get down!

(automatic gunfire, Leo screams)

(gasping)

(gunfire stops)

(motorcycles driving off,
tires screeching)

(stammers)

(gasps)

(panting)

(bells jingle)

MURTAUGH: Big day, big breakfast.

My woman makes managing partner.

I hope you're hungry.

Do I look hungry?

Damn. Maybe not for breakfast.

(giggles)

That is the idea.

- Hmm?
- It's so beautiful, thank you.

The-- And the bow and everything, honey?

But I have to head over to the office

to get some stuff done
before the partners

announce the promotion. I'm sorry.

Hey... it's okay. You know what?

I'll, uh, I'll just
enjoy it all in your honor.

You can eat the bacon, baby.

I have a new plan

to lower your cholesterol.

Well, if it involves eating pork,

you have my attention.

No, it does not involve eating pork.

We are putting in a pool

with a resistance training feature.

Isn't that a... little pricey?

We can afford it now, baby.

Hey, Trish, why don't,
why don't, why don't we just

put the bonus money
into our retirement fund?

Or we could put it into the college...

Baby, I'm gonna ask you

to do something for me that goes against

every fiber of your being.

(whispers): Don't worry so much.

Me, worry?

- Not possible.
- (laughs)

I love you.

You enjoy today. You earned it.

SCORSESE: Morning, gentlemen.

Scorsizzle. What do we got?

Three dead by gunfire,
approximately 5:00 a.m.,

including DEA agent Daniel Zigman.

The pattern and volume
of brass from the ground

suggests a nine-millimeter
submachine gun.

Tire treads indicate
two shooters, motorcycles.

Think the agent was the target?

I don't think so.

Trajectories point to this man.

Flaco Ruiz.

Where's DEA on all this?

PALMER: Right here.

Scorsese, Murtaugh.

Riggs.

Of all the donut shops in L.A.,
you had to walk into mine.

You look different.

- He's got a new shirt.
- No.

Oh. Oh, no? Well, I kind of
cleaned up around...

It's your eyes.

They're white.

Sobriety becomes you.

(camera clicks)

Okay, so,

Agent Palmer, what can you tell us?

Well, the deceased, Flaco Ruiz,

had come to us with information
about the cartel.

Agent Zigman scheduled
an appointment with him

to discuss terms.

I was supposed to be there

and got called away, last minute.

Lucky day.

For some.

SCORSESE: Now, it seems there
was someone else at the scene.

Those footprints-- the pointed tips,

six oval bands--

from what I can gather,
I'd say size nine Ferragamos.

Ferragamos, really?

I know a thing or two about shoes.

Has anyone followed the footprints?

Come on.

(sirens whooping)

Just go.

- Please.
- Just... (sighs)

Quite a bit of tension
between those two.

Not un-sexual.

You think?

Hey, can I talk to you for a second?

What do you know about the trajectory...

Footprints trailed off.

Whoever it was jumped in a vehicle.

Yeah. Security camera system was down.

Hey.

It's nice to see you
playing so well with others.

What's that supposed to mean?

Come on, Riggs. Nobody wants
to go through life alone.

You know, the right girl

could catch your eye.

Like her?

If that's your speed,
I'm not gonna judge.

- Excuse me, ma'am?
- Leave me alone!

- Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait. Ma'am.
- Get the hell away from me!

Did you happen to see
the shooting across the street?

No, I ducked when I heard shots.

But I saw the guy.

You saw the shooter?

No, the weasel.

He was running away.

So he was a little man?

No, a real weasel.

Okay, what, uh, particular
kind of weasel are we talking?

We talking short-tailed,

long-tail?

(grunts)

That kind of weasel.

There! The bus!

Shooter's on the bus?

He's on the bus!

He's on the bus.

Huh. She's right.

A real weasel.

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- AVERY: Who the hell is Leo Getz?
- MURTAUGH: Some lowlife lawyer.

Isn't that a little, uh, redundant, Rog?

I-I mean, not-- you know, your wi...

I mean, because Trish
is an outstanding lady.

First class, right?

And... and she gave me this shirt.

Impressive. Only one stain.

Oh, well, it's early,
and it's a small stain.

Okay, moving on.

Can't find Getz at his home or office.

Well, Agent Palmer,
know that the LAPD is here

to assist the DEA
in any way we can on this.

Thank you.

Now, what sort of background
can you give us?

Well, it's classified,

- so none.
- (chuckles)

What is funny?

Wha... Come on, Palmer, you serious?

You're gonna do this again?

You know what happens next--
then we're gonna wear you down

with our astute,
benevolent charm, right?

And our... barely-stained fashions.

Okay, fine. Uh, two weeks ago,
we picked up chatter

suggesting Flaco Ruiz could possibly

I.D. a major player

in the Flores cartel's
money laundering operation.

Who?

Just know he was important enough

for us to fast-track the meeting.

- (groans)
- And who else knew about it?

No one. It was only in office.

(snaps fingers)

Ah. That's why you want us
to help you find Getz.

You think the leak's
coming within the DEA.

Yeah, possibly.

Possibly. And here I was
thinking that it was

'cause you had so much fun
with me last time.

Yes, getting shot at, so fun.

Well, you almost ran me over.
That was good.

- Endless stakeout?
- Right? And remember that squeezy cheese?

You loved that.

All right.

Is it, is it just me, or am I,
like, sensing something here?

What do you mean, "sensing
som..." Sensing what?

A thing, man. There's a thing going on.

(stammers)

It-- I... (sniffs deeply)

Smell it. You... you don't... Do you...

- I don't smell anything.
- Don't you-- You don't smell a thing?

Full disclosure:
I did ask Riggs out to dinner,

but he said no, so this is
strictly professional.

Well... (clears throat)

Agent Palmer, know that
we will do everything we can

to find Mr. Leo Getz.

Thank you.

Detectives.

Okay, am I crazy,

or is this like watching a
five-car pileup in slow motion?

Go.

I'm on it. Yo, Bailey!

I need a list of

all major car accidents
in the last two hours.

On it.

You want to find an ambulance chaser,

follow the ambulances.

Good work, Roger.

Yeah.

Just hope y'all can keep up, you know?

You probably heard about
when Rob Kardashian's pool guy

had that slip and fall?

I handled that.

- Hey.
- $3,500. Yeah.

So the only thing you
have to remember is...

♪ Anything you want, Leo Getz. ♪

I think that's our weasel.

Mm-hmm.

Not too many of those now, okay?
Keep that. There you go.

LAPD.

Might we have a moment
of your time, Mr. Getz?

Hey, just want to remind you:
sometimes the best medicine

is a no-fuss cash settlement.

Do that on the stand.

Hey. Yes. Detectives.

Perhaps we could, uh, kibitz
in my office, please? Hmm?

Can you just-- come on.

What's kibitz?

So, gentlemen. What can I do for you?

So, what were you doing at Hi-Ho Donuts

this morning around 5:00 a.m.?

Oh. (chuckles) Wow.

Okay, um, well, I was eating--

wait for it-- a donut.

All right. Well, you know,
we can do this in our office.

Coffee's not as good, but
the halogens are beautiful.

Mm, not unless
you're arresting me, so...

What a great idea! You're under arrest,

- an accessory to murder.
- Okay, okay.

That's fine, but those charges
had better stick,

because if they don't,

I'm gonna sue you
for violating my rights,

misprision of a felony
and kidnapping. Okay?

- Let's do it.
- Excuse me, sir. Do you have a camera?

Can you please document
this excessive use of force?

Excessive, and I should let you know.

I am close friends with
Harvey Levin of TMZ!

Hey, hey, hey, Leo.

- Listen, listen, listen.
- Okay.

A few people died today
down at that shop.

Don't you want to help us know why?

Of course I do.

I seem to be out of change.

Black and creamy.

(liquid pouring)

It's done!

Oh, it's so hot!

Okay, I was in the bathroom
when the shots were fired,

so I didn't see anything.

As for Mr. Ruiz, he was my
client for exactly one day.

What, Flaco hired you the day of?

I'm the bus guy.

People call me
at the last minute all the time.

Mr. Ruiz called me because he said

the DEA was ready to make a deal,

and I was there to help
with the negotiation.

Of course, before we could get
into the specifics, he was--

how shall we say-- relieved
of his ability to breathe, so...

Hey, listen, don't you think

that if we figured it out,

that the cartel figured out
that you were there, too?

If you go out there,
it's with a target on your back.

Thank you for your concern,
but I can take care of myself.

Oh, by all means. (clears throat)

What are you doing?

I thought we were taking him to Palmer.

I say let the cartel go after him.

You mean use him as bait?

Well, yeah.

Yeah, it's a good idea.

Hey.

Okay, I'm gonna need a house taco,

and I'm gonna need a phone
to talk to your boss.

I am the boss.

Pablo, we both know that this stand

is Flores owned and operated.

Okay? So I'm gonna need a phone

to talk to your boss, the actual boss,

so that I can be on the record

that I was at the donut shop
this morning

in an exclusively unofficial capacity.

I didn't see anything,
I don't know anything,

I'm not gonna say anything,

and I certainly should not
be walking around

with a target on my back!

RIGGS: Doesn't necessarily look like

he's ordering tacos, does it?

MURTAUGH: Mm-mm. Maybe the three-bean,

triple-thick meat burrito requires

that level of gesticulation,
but not a taco.

RIGGS: Uh-oh.

What is she doing here?

I guess she followed us.

LEO: So,

I will be waiting

for the phone call and the taco.

And don't be stingy with the tomatillo.

Leo, Agent Palmer, DEA.

- (men murmuring)
- I-I don't know you.

I don't know you!

I don't know her. I don't know you.

I would never work with the DEA.

Are you... are you

actively trying to get me killed?

I am here to protect you.

Oh, perfect, because
the last time you did that,

we had a Boston Cream Massacre!

Hey! Did you kids order yet?

I hear their carne
asada is... fantastic.

PALMER: Detective Riggs,
what a surprise.

You lied to me. You were supposed

to bring him in for questioning.

We just came up with a better plan.

Oh, great. What's the plan?

We're gonna use him as bait.

Wait. What?

Wait! What?!

I'm bait?!

RIGGS: Clearly, he wasn't
aware of the plan.

LEO: By the way, candidly,

it's idiotic,

because the odds of one of these people

taking a shot at me--
These people love--

I'm like a made man around here.

I am beloved in this community.

- I'm like a made man...
- Leo. Leo!

(people screaming)

Ah! Help! I'm hit! I'm hit! I'm hit!

Relax. It's just salsa.

- (gasps)
- Here.

Ugh!

Good plan.

Well, in our defense, it did work.

Look, I will get the white board
out and I will show you two...

(overlapping chatter)

Listen, we did, admittedly, have a plan

that involved some risk

- to Mr. Getz.
- But in fairness,

- we did get Leo and the cook.
- Yup, yup.

So, I mean, it really turned out
better than we drew it up.

Except you didn't tell me the plan.

Okay, well, Palmer,
we didn't know you liked tacos.

Well, that's because
you turned down her dinner date.

AVERY: Murtaugh, that was uncalled for.

But it was-- it's a fair point.

It's a fair point.

- Agent Palmer?
- Yes.

We've given you access
to both men in our custody.

Can you now tell us more
about this major player?

Hmm?

Um...

(sighs)

All right.

He is The Architect.

An architect?

The Architect. It's how the cartel

refers to the man who designed and runs

the entire money-laundering
operation here in L.A.

That's significant.

MURTAUGH: So does Leo know who he is?

Well, I doubt it, but the cook may.

I'm filing paperwork to have him
transferred to federal lockup.

He hasn't said a word
since he's been here,

but once he's in federal
supermax, that will change.

Oh, we're not-- What happened
to us working together?

We tried. You almost got me
and my witness killed.

Al... But almost.
I almost got him killed.

You're missing the "almost" part.

Well, that didn't take long.

Now she's saying we can't sit
at the grown-up table.

You two hate the grown-up table.

We hate the grown-up table.

Plus, we still have our witnesses.

Go get Leo to talk.

Huh. Getting Leo to talk
is the easy part.

Getting Leo to shut up--
that's the hard part.

What do I want?

Well, my terms can be
summed up in a word.

Protection.

For me... and my reputation.

Okay, that's six words, and
before you start talking terms,

you might want to, uh, show us

that you have something that we want.

Um, well, the cartel tried
to kill me... twice,

so, uh, clearly, I have value.

Or they don't like you.

Or you talk too much.

- Okay, terrific.
- Yeah? Yeah?

Here is me going towards the exit.

Here is me going out the door,

- and once I'm gone...
- (bangs loudly on table)

What do you want?

What was Flaco gonna tell the DEA?

He didn't tell me.

Who is The Architect?

I don't know.

Who were the gunmen?

Okay.

When I said I had value, I might have

overstated my position by
a little bit, but, look,

all I ask is that you protect me...

from whoever's trying to kill me.

All right, so he's useless.

Look, I'm gonna go talk
to the cook, see if

- he's got anything...
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Pablo is still here?

(chuckles): Oh. Oh.

Uh, last year, I helped
get Pablo out of a rather

professionally, uh, delicate

legal situation, and perhaps you could

use that to your advantage.

What kind of legal situation?

Oh. Hmm.

Well, first, I shall require...

a beverage.

All right.

All right, here we go. That's...

(groans softly)

I prefer sparkling.

Ow.

Pablo honey!

We need to talk.

Mm-hmm.

Looks like he doesn't want to talk.

- Well, you know what?
- Hmm?

We can talk.

- We can talk.
- We can, right? You and I could--

- What do you want to talk--
- What do you want to talk about?

Let's start with Pablo's recent charges

- of public indecency.
- RIGGS: Wait.

Was that when he was busted
with Tito Flores's niece?

No, no, no, it wasn't the niece.

It was the niece's husband.

- RIGGS: That's right.
- Yeah.

RIGGS: You were caught

in a parking lot
playing hide-the-chalupa.

MURTAUGH: Mm-hmm.

Okay. Just... My lawyer got that kicked.

He said it's not on my record.

(Riggs and Murtaugh laugh)

RIGGS: Well, yeah,

but it doesn't mean
we can't talk about it.

And if we talk loud enough,
Tito's gonna hear about it.

And if Tito hears,
then Tito could get really mad.

And if he gets mad, well, then it's...

bye-bye, chalupa.

- Ay, chalupa. Ay-ay-ay!
- Oh, okay, okay, okay.

Yeah. What do you want to know?

Who's The Architect?

I-I don't know.

- I'm hungry.
- Mm-hmm.

- Let's go get some tacos.
- Yeah.

No chalupa.

Yeah, I never seen him, all right?

No one has. Look, all I can tell you is,

everyone's mad
about the donut shop screw-up.

Screw-up? They took down
a DEA agent and Flaco.

Yeah, but they missed her.

What are you talking about?
There were no female victims

at...

Palmer.

She was supposed to be
at the donut shop.

And she was at the taco stand.

(phone ringing)

Hey, Riggs. If you're
calling me to apologize...

Hey, Palmer, where are you?

I'm, like, a block away,
headed over to get my witness.

Listen to me. Leo wasn't the target.

You are.

(gunfire, people screaming)

MURTAUGH: Get out of the way!

(grunts)

Palmer?

(sirens approaching)

(gasps loudly)

- (panting)
- Hey.

You okay?

(whimpering)

Okay. You're okay.

- (sirens approaching)
- You're okay.

(door opens, closes)
Ballistics are in, Ramon.

You're going down for murdering
a DEA agent, plus two others.

Oh, and you tried
to kill me three times.

And see, she's got a whole
three-strike rule when it comes

to murder attempts.

Look, I know there's
nothing I can offer you

to get you to turn on the cartel.

But there is something
I can offer your family.

Now, your little brother's doing...

five in Pelican Bay.

So if you talk, I can have him
moved closer to your parents.

Or... I can have him put
in a solitary unit.

No sun, no yard.

So it's your call. What do you want?

(sighs)

I've never seen him.

The Architect is like a ghost.

All right. Well, I've been
working on this case for years,

and now all of a sudden
there's three attempts on me.

Explain that.

I got a text on a burner
at the crack of dawn.

I was barely awake when
they told me to go.

It couldn't wait?

Who'd you piss off Sunday night?

(R&B music playing)

TRISH: Baby, is that you?

♪ ♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

You enjoying yourself?

I am celebrating

my new adventure.

(chuckles) I am so proud of you.

Me, too. Know why?

Why?

When I got to work, after

the whole partner committee told
me how much they loved me...

- That's right.
- ...and how much I've done for the firm,

- Mm-hmm.
- they promoted... Gene

instead.

So you didn't get it?

So I quit.

And, Roger...

(exhales) it felt so damn good.

They don't deserve me there.

Yeah. So...

(chuckles softly) you quit.

That-that means you're unemployed.

(laughs): Oh, my-- For the first time!

- (laughing)
- In 20 years! Yes!

Okay. So, um...

I'm j... I'm just wondering,

how did you leave it with the firm?

Was it, was it amicable?

Mm.

Hell to the no. (chuckles)

It was not amicable.

Okay, I just, I just need
to know how deep the hole is,

you know, just if you change your mind.

I need to feel you
supporting me here, Roger.

Baby, I am.

But you know and I know
that a detective's salary...

You know what? Stop.

You're-you're ruining my
celebration and my bath.

All right.

But that resistance pool
ain't happening.

- Get out.
- Okay.

Psst. Hey.

You're out of mustard. I was gonna

make us sandwiches, but we need mustard.

- TRISH: Roger?
- We got company, baby.

I told you wait in the car.
I was starving.

Oh.

Who is this?

Hi.

Hello. Leo Getz,

Attorney-at-Law.

MURTAUGH: He's part of
the investigation we're working.

I have to babysit him for the night.

- The bus guy?
- Yeah.

Yeah. (chuckles)

Yes. Yeah, I have billboards.

A billboard, too. Yes.

But, um, I-I'm sorry,
I couldn't help but overhear,

uh, you talking about your
decision to leave your firm,

and take it from me,
nothing compares to being

on your own-- like, being fired
from the D.A.'s office

was the best thing that
ever happened to me, so...

worked great for me.

I think it'll work for you, too.

Thank you, Mr. Getz.

For your... support.

Trish, we could talk

- about this. Listen.
- No.

- I'm so sorry that...
- Mm-mm. No.

Now...

what are we gonna do about
this mustard situation, hmm?

(bottle squeaking)

PALMER: The last thing I did
Sunday night

was file blanket subpoenas

for ten businesses
with ties to the cartel.

And you're saying one of them
might be The Architect?

Which is why now

I have to go through
all these financials

and figure out which business
is hiding our man.

All right, well...

I'll stay and help.

Riggs, no. I mean,
this is not fun stuff.

You don't get to shoot any guns.

- You are not chasing anyone.
- Hey.

I know it's baby steps, but
I put on a new shirt today.

All right? I'm a changed man.

(sighs)

(sighs)

Are you hungry?

I was thinking about maybe going...

I don't eat out of vending machines.

Oh, yeah.

Well, yeah, no, that's...

Okay. (sighs)

(pops lips)

If you were gonna eat, right,
if you were gonna eat--

not if you were going out to
dinner-- like, if you were

just gonna, let's say you
were just hungry, right,

- just trying to, like...
- Chinese.

(snaps fingers)

Are you a family style?
Do you like to go solo?

Riggs, order food.

Just order. Okay.

(siren wailing in distance)

Oh! Disgusting.

You know what happens
in places like this?

My clients stay here.

Which side do you want?

The bed.

You take the chair.

The chair?

Yeah, I can make that work.

(sighs)

Hey.

About that thing with your wife today--

can I offer you a bit of advice,

based on my experience?

Your experience and my wife's
are totally different.

She's a legal rock star.

You're a...

scam artist.

Respectfully.

(exhales)

You want to insult me? That's fine.

'Cause at the end of the day...

I know how to survive.

(chuckles) Yeah.

Like a cockroach.

Exactly. And you know what?

You know those big, fancy law firms,

like the one your wife was at?

Well, they're all part
of a big boys' club.

Probably part of why she left.

You take me, and you put me
at one of those firms,

I'd do okay.

But you take any one
of those silver-spoon prigs

and expect them to survive
on the street, well...

(chuckles) No.

They would die like dogs.

And you know what?

It took some spine to do
what your wife did today.

If you can't see that,
then you got bigger problems

than paying for your kids' college.

♪ What you say ♪

(sighs)

♪ Tells me nothing ♪

♪ What's the truth... ♪

All right, so I went
a little aggressive,

because I'm the kind of guy
that I'd rather be

looking at it than looking
for it, you know, especial...

♪ Take me down a road ♪

♪ I believe in ♪

♪ Lost the way ♪

♪ Lost all reason ♪

♪ Give me something ♪

♪ Give me something ♪

♪ I've got nothing ♪

♪ Since I lost you. ♪

(phones ringing, indistinct chatter)

- How many letters do you lose in a...
- Good morning.

Hey, Rog!

What's going on? Look, there's
plenty of stacks to go through.

We've got, uh, phone logs,

tax documents.

Have at it, big guy.

You two been here all night?

Yeah, well, some of us
are dedicated, Rog.

- Mm-hmm.
- We narrowed The Architect down

to one of three firms.

So, are we looking
for anything specific here?

Um, maybe a high-value transfer.

Or if you can find an e-mail or text

where someone refers to themself

as The Architect,
that would be helpful. Yeah.

What about a phone number?

999-

536-4389.

What is that?

I don't know, but it's very familiar.

GETZ (recorded): Leo Getz you off.

Leo Getz you off. Let Getz you off.

Leo Getz you off.

Leo Getz, Attorney-at-Law.

Leo...

is that you?

Hey.

Is that, is that you?

This phone is for
legitimate business calls.

Someone from Weyburn Advisors
called you the night before

the donut hit. Who?

Uh, that night?

Um, I had only one call. Flaco Ruiz.

That's it.

Weyburn Advisors
is The Architect's cover.

Okay, um, hold on.

Weyburn Advisors-- they have one sole

owner and operator: Stafford White.

Let's pick him up.

No, not yet, you guys.
I have to get a warrant.

So just go to his office
and be ready, okay?

Riggs, I mean it--
please wait for me to call,

and then you can kick the door in.

(chuckles) I told you...
I'm a changed man.

Changed man.

(sighs)

What are you doing?

Weyburn's up on the 13th floor.

Palmer said to wait.

Oh, well, yeah, we'll wait, but we'll...

you know, wait upstairs.

That way, when the
warrant arrives, you know,

we're on the job ready to go.
It's a win-win, really.

Trish quit her job.

And I don't know
if she can get another one,

or even if she wants to if she could.

Uh, wait a minute.

We're talking about your wife, right?

(clears throat)

I mean, is there a human being alive

more capable of taking care of
business than Trish Murtaugh?

No. I guess not.

Come on, what are you worried about?

I worry.

Bad stuff happens, all the time.

(elevator bell dings)

Just ask this guy.

Wait a minute, is this The Architect?

Yeah.

This is the guy that Palmer
asked us to look for.

(elevator bell dings)

(groans)

Palmer? Palmer?!

(phone rings)

Hey, Leo. It's a bad time. What's up?

Okay, I know this is gonna sound odd,

but I am in hot pursuit

of an ambulance headed east on Spring!

You're chasing an ambulance.

I know, I know. Palmer's inside it!

A couple of cartel guys
dressed like EMTs grabbed her,

and they're taking her
to who knows where.

Hey. They kidnapped Palmer.
We got eyes on them.

- Who has eyes?
- Leo.

Leo?

(car horns honking)

Okay. They just pulled
into some sort of,

uh, abandoned diner or gas station.

I'm gonna see if I can get closer.

MURTAUGH: No, Leo.
Stay put until we get there.

Okay, so...

uh, it's an old hotel
on the, on the north side

of the highway.

I'm out of view.

So, uh...

what are my, uh...

like, uh, rules of engagement here?

MURTAUGH: There are no rules.

You do not engage! You stand down!

- Do you understand me?
- Calm down, calm down.

They don't even know that I'm here.

- They know that I'm here!
- (gunfire)

Come on! Let's go!

You see what I'm seeing?

RIGGS: Palmer.

If they get her
in that chopper, she's dead.

Look, you go after Leo,

- I'm going after Palmer.
- Got it.

Go, go, go! Let's go!

LEO: Wait.

Hey.

Wait, wait. Wait.

Don't shoot.

I'm a lawyer.

PILOT: Get in!

Let's go!

Leo!

(grunting)

All right, all right.

(grunts)

Take it up! Let's go, let's go!

That's a lawsuit waiting to happen.

(grunting)

(gunshot)

Hey!

No!

Hey!

(Palmer shouting)

(grunting)

(screams)

Riggs!

- Hi.
- Hello.

(grunts)

Oh, no.

(alarm beeping)

- Um, I got a plan.
- No, I got a plan!

BOTH: We jump!

Oh. What are the odds?

- Both have the same plan.
- Of us surviving?

- Very little.
- (screams)

(both screaming)

(explosion)

(groaning)

(coughing softly)

Well, I figured
you'd end up in bed with me.

AVERY: ...and one decommissioned
military helicopter

were either seized or destroyed,

as half a dozen members of the
Flores cartel and their agents

were brought to justice earlier today.

None of this could have been possible

without the work of the DEA,

the LAPD and local attorney... Leo Getz.

Thank you.

I'll now take a few questions.

He didn't say my number.

Ah. He was supposed to say my number.

Come on, Leo.

Everyone already knows your number.

I guess you're right. Detective,

you saved my life; I owe you one.

If you're ever in an accident,

and need cash settlement,

I will take your case, no charge.

Reduced rate.

Hey, it was a pleasure, Leo.

And you're welcome.

For what?

You'll see.

♪ ♪

Looks like I got everything.

- Heading back to D.C.?
- Yep.

Where's Riggs?

I-I haven't seen him.

Okay.

Uh, well, please tell him
that I said "so long."

And thank you.

Is that it?

(sighs) Murtaugh...

Come on. You guys have chemistry.

That doesn't come along often.

I know.

See you around.

♪ Keep walking lightly ♪

♪ We're all ♪

♪ Walking lightly... ♪

Hey. What you doing in here?

Oh, nothing.

What's up?

If by "nothing," you mean hiding?

(scoffs) Who would I be,
wh-who would I be hiding from?

(chuckles)

You know, Riggs, since
we've been partnered together,

I've seen you drunk, crazy,

slovenly, rude, insensitive.

Did I say "insane"?

Ah. You've covered my better qualities.

All right. But I've never
seen you like this before.

How's that?

Afraid.

Oh, well, I mean,

you know, man, I did jump out
of a helicopter earlier today.

So, you know, I'm sure
there's a little--

residual fear is normal.

Yeah, but that's not what it is.

See, dying doesn't scare you,

living does.

Now, Palmer's heading back to D.C.,

and if you hurry,
you might be able to catch her.

Oh, I, uh... (clicks tongue)

You know, I gave her a little--
you know what I mean?--

a little head nod

when I was walking out, so...

Okay.

Well, welcome back
to the living, my friend.

(scoffs) How's that? What...?

You're hiding in a freaking morgue,

'cause you're afraid to talk to a girl.

That's the most sane thing
I've ever seen you do.

♪ We're all. ♪

Hello. I'm home.

Hey.

- TRISH: Hey.
- What's going on?

I think you were right.

Quitting was impulsive.

And maybe I won't have such an easy time

landing at a new firm, so...

(sighs) I'm considering working up

the best grovel letter ever written.

Hey. Well, listen.

Everything's going to be fine.

The only one that made
a mistake here was me.

You're gonna make this firm regret

having treated you like that,

and I'm gonna love watching you do it.

So do me a favor.

(whispers): Don't worry so much.

Thank you.

I love you.

I love you, too.

(sighs)

Come on.

What? Where are we going?

We're gonna go clean out your desk.

Steal some paper clips. (laughs)

Every bit counts. Come on.

(elevator bell dings)

Riggs?

Hey.

Thought you had already, uh,
thought you'd already gone.

Yeah. Came back for
Agent Zigman's badge.

Bailey left it on her desk for me.

(drawer closes)

What are you doing?

Uh, just, uh, a lot of, uh,

a lot of paperwork.

You know, a big-big case that I'm, uh...

got going here.

It's kind of top secret, though,

so I want to keep it kind of covered...

That is a Chinese food menu.

Well...

There's a big MSG poisoning, uh, sting

that I've been trying to set up.

A racket. Riggs.

Yeah?

It has been very scary working with you.

But not entirely unenjoyable.

Well, Agent Palmer,

uh, truth be told,

it hasn't been entirely
unenjoyable working with you.

♪ Agnes, just stop and think a minute ♪

♪ Why don't you light that cigarette? ♪

♪ And calm down now... ♪

I'll see you, Riggs.

♪ Go back to the very beginning ♪

♪ Your head is so numb ♪

♪ That nervous breath... ♪

Hey, um...

I was actually heading out. I'll, uh...

I'll walk you down.

♪ That trembling tender little sigh ♪

♪ And so it goes ♪

♪ A choking rose back ♪

♪ To be reborn ♪

♪ I want to hold you
like you're mine... ♪

(elevator bell dings)

I'm sensing something.

(sighs)

Wow, I can't believe I'm doing this.

You're damn right you're doing it.

- And, baby.
- Yeah?

I think your next big thing,
right around the corner.

Baby,

why is my picture on a back of a bus?

That man better have a good lawyer.

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