Previously on Lethal Weapon...
Molly asked me to move to Texas.
You're really thinking about giving all this up?
Come on, Rog, last case.
Let's make some memories together.
Apparently, you tried to kill me.
Wasn't me. Came to your trailer to talk to you.
Thought you might be able to help your little brother.
He's now in county lockup.
You changed my life, Riggs.
And I'm grateful that you were my partner.
Got a long drive, Rog.
Attention, all units.
We have a 999, shots fired.
All available units please respond.
I repeat, shots fired. All available units respond.
Okay, Agent Cole, you in position?
Yup.
And the hard drive, you're sure it's gonna be in there?
It's just arrived, just like my source said it would.
Your source is a nine-year-old boy.
Yeah, a nine-year-old who hasn't been wrong yet.
Besides, I, uh, bribed him, gave him my watch.
A little slow, just like you.
Air support will be there in three minutes for cleanup.
Got to be out by then.
Okay, time's up. Out of here, dude.
Come on, Cole, can't I stay?
No, it's too dangerous.
Besides, shouldn't you be in school?
They blew up my school.
Good point.
Look at me, you can't be anywhere near here, okay?
Okay.
Ouch.
- _ - Language.
Kids.
Okay, we're a go. In three, two...
Hold up. We have a situation.
That's a stand-down. Holding air support.
You little bastard.
Everything okay?
Everything's fine, just...
need a second here.
Nothing to worry about.
Thank you.
Cinnamon.
Now we're a go.
Ahh!
Rahim?
Hassan?
Cole!
Hanni. Hanni, what are you doing here?
I wanted to watch you.
You're gonna be okay, buddy. You're gonna be okay.
Time's up. Get out of there now.
Hold fire! Hold fire!
No, no, no, no. Come on, buddy.
Damn it.
You've got three seconds.
Gunshot wound to the abdomen.
He's in hypovolemic shock. Get him prepped for O.R. now.
He's my partner. His name's Martin Riggs,
age 36, blood type O-. What else do you need from me?
Okay, Detective, we'll take it from here.
Hey, hey.
He's gonna be all right.
Detective, we'll do everything we can.
You have to stay here.
I'm sorry.
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Roger, breakfast!
There you go, mama.
- Can I have Dad's waffle? - No, you can't.
Your father's coming down.
He's actually getting ready for work.
Yes, he's just getting dressed.
So you're saying he's not gonna walk in here
wearing those sweatpants he always sleeps in.
Yeah, the-the moccasins and that grimy T-shirt that smells like
last night's dinner.
Mom, it's getting creepy. I can't bring friends over.
Oh, I-I'm sorry.
Is your father's grief getting in the way of your social lives?
No, Mom, no. That's not what we mean, okay? And you know that.
We all miss Riggs. It's just...
When is Dad gonna be back?
I think today is the day he turns a corner.
Maybe tomorrow.
Hey, Pops.
Kids, give us a second, please.
Come on, Harper. Come here.
Roger.
You were supposed to clean up
- and go into the office. - Yeah, I got
work to do on the case.
I thought we were coming around to the idea
that the LAPD was right.
Garrett shot Riggs after their father's death. Case closed.
But that was before Garrett was murdered.
It was ruled a suicide.
That's what they
- want you to think. - Who is they?
Now you are asking the right questions.
And I don't know.
But if the LAPD is too lazy
or too blind to find out, then it's up to me.
Okay.
If you need me, I'll be in the boat.
Hey, Noah,
when's the flood coming?
What do you want, McNeile?
I want this hunk of crap out of here.
It's a real eyesore.
You know what, come right here, come right there,
and I'll give you a real eye sore.
I'm taking this to the HOA.
- Good, good. - You're a nutjob, Murtaugh.
Well, I'm off the clock, but I'd support that diagnosis.
- Oh, hey, doc. - Hey.
Permission to come aboard, Captain?
I'm no captain, but sure.
You promised you were gonna let this go.
Yeah, but new evidence
keeps coming to light.
- Like Riggs' truck... - Was never found.
You told me.
Garrett probably stashed it somewhere
before he killed himself.
But, uh, have you seen this?
40-inch radials from a 2002 BMW 528 series
found right next to Garrett's body.
Someone else was there.
- Why are you looking at me like that? - Honestly?
I think you're finding reasons to keep this case open
because you want to keep Riggs alive.
Oh...
Yeah, well, that's, uh, definitely a possibility.
That, or I'm the only one that still cares.
You're not the only one.
We all lost him.
I know.
Hey, I'm sorry.
A-ha.
Another lead from Bailey.
Got a hit on a 2002 BMW.
So you are going to look
into every 2002 5 Series registered in California?
Wh... That's gonna take years.
Right now I got nothing but time.
Excuse me. And watch your head on the way out.
Whoa, whoa, hey, hey.
Officer, Officer, hey, hey. I-I just been here two minutes.
Well, sir, according to my watch...
which is broken.
- Um, the meter says expired. - Oh, that's pathetic.
What kind of person
becomes a meter maid?
Well, I suppose that depends.
You know, for me it was a pretty circuitous route.
Dropped out of West Point,
kicked around a little bit, joined the CIA,
and now I'm here.
I'm living proof that, with hard work,
dreams do come true.
Ma'am, you left a little gift there.
Oh! The little poop?
I-I don't have a bag, Officer,
- so can I just move on? - Yeah, can I get my ticket and go?
- He's sorry. - Geez. Okay. Hold on.
No. Oh, don't touch my scone. Don't touch...
- You touched my scone. - Hold onto your scone.
- Okay. - That poop is not tiny.
No, no, no, no. You can't use my bag.
Oh, I'm gonna give it right back.
Wouldn't it be better
to catch a criminal?
Good idea. We're done here. Hold onto the poop.
God.
- Take the ticket. - Okay.
- Where did you even get this job? - Ask him.
He's got the whole story.
- Okay, I'll take that. - Can you believe that?
I'm not-not gonna do it, man.
Well, then, we'll rock, paper, scissors for it then.
One, two, three.
- Hey, fellas, what's up? - Ah! Get the...
Hey. Don't do that.
You got a gun in there, I have one, too.
Can't we just agree no guns?
Look, man, we're not doing anything illegal, okay?
- We're just meeting friends, right? - Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Great, 'cause I'm new in town. Can I hang?
- Uh... Uh, sure... - What's in the bag?
Hey, don't you need a warrant for that?
Is that true? I mean, this is my first week in the job.
I don't know what I'm doing.
What, are you guys in the knockoff socks game?
Does that pay?
Bro, bro, bro, we got to go. Look!
- Look, man, let's go! - Yeah, yeah, yeah!
- Yeah, yeah! - Let's go!
Calm down, guys, I got this.
Hi. We were just chatting and, uh,
we're not gonna do the big bag of socks deal today.
Bailey, I don't see the BMW anywhere.
Okay, Murtaugh, if you're gonna complain,
don't ask me to waste my time on useless BOLOs.
I have real police work to do.
Come on. What am I supposed to do now, huh, Bailey?
Wait for the car to just drop in my lap?
Well, the good news, Bailey, is I found the car.
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Stop! Stop!
Get out of the car.
Hey! Hey!
Hey! Help me!
Hey!
Hey, hey, hey.
I need to commandeer this vehicle.
I need your truck. Police business.
Back up, Skippy, this is my commandeer.
Sir, there's a lot of homeless shelters in the area.
What, you think I'm homeless?
I don't know, man, just back away.
- I'm losing my perp. - That's my perp, too.
Let's go!
Come on!
? I'm coming alive now ?
? Something deep inside is fighting to climb out ?
? Ready to take it too far ?
? Overkill, overcrowd ?
? Time to show them what I'm about ?
? Suicidal, I was out before... ?
You okay, sir?
- First car chase? - No, I'm fine.
It's just, it's been a while.
? I've never been the one to play around with ?
? Ain't no stopping me ?
? It's calling me ?
? It's alive, no survivor ?
? When I bring the beast inside me ?
? The beast inside me ?
? The beast inside me... ?
Give me your gun. I'll shoot out his tires.
Guns are a last resort.
Besides, I've yet to see a badge.
Hey, I didn't want to have to pull this card,
but I'm Roger Murtaugh.
Wes Cole. Pleasure.
What, you've never heard of me before?
I'm kind of a big deal.
? Take a look into my eyes ?
? For the rage, are you feeling afraid? ?
? I am what you made, never keep me ?
? From my rise, it's a new day... ?
Uh, sorry, no offense, but I've only been on the job a few days.
Days? Rookie, let me show you how this is done.
We get close enough to jump on top of this car.
Good call. You ready?
- Yeah. - One,
two, three.
? Created a monster ?
W-What the hell are you doing up here?
You said get close and jump.
- Me. I meant me. - You? You're like 80.
? It's alive, no survivor when I bring ?
? The beast inside me... ?
Jump!
? The beast inside me. ?
Get your hands up!
Get your hands where we can see 'em!
Right there! Right there!
On the ground!
Murtaugh? Should've known it was you.
Murtaugh, why am I not surprised
that the first time I see you in six months, you're in cuffs?
- Are these really necessary? - Nope.
But considering the damage you two caused,
better get used to them.
Uh, I'm not with him. Uh, we're on separate cases.
That's true. I was working the Riggs case.
The perp's car
had the same tires found at Garrett's body.
- And so... - Yeah, I was pursuing
a Chechen with a big bag of socks.
Chechens? How do you know?
- I heard them talking. - In Chechen?
Yeah. At first, I thought it was maybe Georgian or Russian,
and then I heard the guttural... sound.
Okay, okay.
You know, I'm just here till we find a replacement for Avery.
Then all of this
is someone else's headache.
Officer Cole,
considering your background, we'll look into the Chechen lead.
But as of right now, you are suspended from duty.
Dismissed.
Uh-uh, Murtaugh.
Not you. You just hang back.
It was really nice meeting you.
I'm sorry I thought you were homeless.
My bad.
Murtaugh.
When are you gonna let all this go?
You want me to drop the Riggs case and come back to the force?
- I'm... - No.
I want you to retire.
You've put in far more than your 20 years.
It's time to just, you know, sail off into the sunset.
Maybe I'm not ready to sail off into a sunset.
Well, after the stunt you pulled today...
it may not be a request.
Now you're dismissed.
Hey.
What did you mean about his background?
Guy speaks seven languages.
State Department placed him here,
and he has a redacted résumé.
You do the math.
Well, what the hell's he doing here?
Next up, Maya Flynn.
You're doing great.
Wait till you hear this.
Prodigy.
Hey.
Dad, what are you doing here?
I thought it would be nice to surprise you.
Surprise.
Yeah? Well, it wasn't, okay?
You completely messed me up.
Okay, listen. I-I'm gonna fix this.
All right? You stay here.
- Excuse me. Hi. - Yes? Hi.
Oh, you... I love your glasses.
- Thank you. - Hey, um,
I was wondering if you could give Maya a do-over?
You know, the best musicians, they need time to warm up.
I'm sorry. There will be another audition in six months.
Six months.
Excuse me. Do you have any parking tickets?
Because I know a guy.
Cole.
Nat.
- To be continued. - Hi.
Hi.
What the hell are you doing here?
- Parenting. - Well, you're 12 years too late.
Shouldn't you be at work, or something?
Yeah, um, there was a small car chase,
yadda, yadda,
I got suspended.
From being a meter maid?
Whoa, Nat. Meter person.
It's 2018.
It's the same old story, Cole.
Wherever you go, chaos follows.
"Chaos" is extreme.
Cole. It's not like when she was six,
and you could just, you know, swoop into town
and whisk her off to Disneyland.
All right, look, Nat.
The guy that's standing before you is a new man.
You just don't know him yet.
Or maybe I know him too well.
Or you just don't know him yet.
Know him too well. Are you okay?
No. Don't know him.
One of the biggest problems plaguing our city is gridlock,
L.A.'s original sin. But no longer,
because a vote for Avery is a very good commute.
Is it too punny?
- Be honest. - No, no, it's very powerful.
Okay, now I know you're not paying attention,
'cause it's awful. But I have this press event for the revamp
of the old L.A. Railway, and they've already made
all these damn buttons.
"A Very." Get it?
Ugh. Well, how is Roger?
Same.
He spends all day obsessing over Riggs.
Trying to find the meaning in it all.
Sorry, Trish. I'll swing by, talk with him.
- Thank you. - Uh, sorry,
but the mayor's on the line.
Mr. Mayor. How can I help you?
Avery, it's me. Okay?
Your assistant told me that Trish is there.
I don't want you to give me up.
Of course, Mr. Mayor, you have my total confidence.
Look, I got a new lead on the Riggs case:
Chechen mercenaries have...
Huh.
Have you been drinking, Mr. Mayor?
I'm serious.
Okay? I need some background on a perp,
and I don't want to get Bailey in trouble.
But you, you're expendable.
That's very kind of you to say. I'll-I'll be off in a second.
No, no, no. Take your time, and tell Mr. Mayor
he better be home for dinner. Hmm?
Yeah, she knows.
She knows.
? I came by myself... ?
There he is. The man I've been looking for.
You live here?
No, it's just temporary. You know?
Till I work things out with the family.
How can I help you?
You were right.
Name's Zovra Umarov, Chechen ex-mercenary.
What do you know about these guys?
Not much.
Except that they're ruthless.
They didn't hesitate to open fire on a cop in broad daylight.
- What were they after? - If I had to take a guess,
I would say blueprints or plans in the tube, but...
I didn't get the chance to see it.
Well, I have an address for the ex.
Maybe she knows where he is. Come on.
Sorry, Detective.
I'm suspended.
Yeah, I know.
So you blow it off.
You solve the crime and then all is good in the hood.
That's what we do.
You got the wrong guy.
Got to stay away from chaos right now.
It, uh, has a tendency to follow me.
Look, rookie, sometimes chaos is what is required.
I'm sorry. Can't help you.
I guess I do have the wrong guy.
See you around, rook.
Hey.
You shouldn't go alone.
These guys, they're... they're killers.
I don't have many options, now, do I?
Better turn your meat. It's burning.
Don't move.
What are you doing here?
I'm a Realtor and my clients are henchmen
looking for a creepy little lair.
This seemed like the perfect place.
I will ask you again.
You first.
Garrett Riggs.
I saw the truck outside. He was here, huh?
Garrett Riggs? I met him in prison.
He needed a place to stay. Troubled kid.
Shame what happened.
What do you want?
Hi. This is gonna sound crazy,
but I used to live in this house and I was wondering
if I could take a peek inside
- for old time's sake. - Get out.
- Come on, man. Five minutes. - Get out of here.
Just let me look around.
- I said get out of here - Go.
Murtaugh!
Down here!
Hey, Rog.
These guys are serious gardeners or they're in the bomb-making game.
All right, this place is filling up with gas. We got to get out of here.
Come on.
Ow. You were right.
About the Chechens?
No. About the chaos.
Wow. Do I dare ask
how this happened
in the six hours since I last saw you?
What would you say if I told you I tripped on a knife?
I'd say you need a new line.
Worked pretty well for me on our first date.
That's because we were in an actual war zone
and I had my guard down.
Maybe you should keep it down.
Most people, after they've been hurt, learn not to do it again.
Present company excluded.
I never meant to hurt you or Maya.
Ouch.
Your needle skills were a little iffy back then, too.
Cole, what happened over there?
Cole!
Hanni.
I lost someone this last trip.
It's why I came back.
I need to make it right with Maya.
I'll never give up on her.
Of all of your sins, Cole, quitting isn't one of them.
You want to help your daughter?
Make this world a safer place for her.
But those wounds you have,
we can't help you heal them.
- Aah. - Hold still.
Ouch!
What the hell is wrong with you?
Sorry. I'm not used to caring for the living.
Bailey, tell me something good.
I don't have anything you're gonna want to hear.
You couldn't recover any data?
No, but I, uh, pulled a video from Garrett's cell phone.
Well, let me see it.
Bailey.
This is for Detective Murtaugh of the LAPD.
I, uh...
I killed my brother, Martin Riggs.
Shot him in the chest.
I ain't asking for forgiveness.
But I know it's caused some people pain.
I thought you should know the truth.
Sorry, Murtaugh.
I think I hear his car in the driveway.
We have to show him we support him,
show him we-we love him, okay?
Hey, baby.
Hey, welcome home, Daddy.
Yo, Dad, what's up?
Uh, we were thinking we would eat in here tonight as a family.
You know, order pizza.
Yeah, we love you and don't care about your cholesterol.
The point is, we were thinking that it's time that you...
To let the Riggs case go. I know.
What?
Was trying to keep the case alive
because I was afraid to let him go.
There was no conspiracy, no bigger story.
He was just killed by an angry kid with a gun.
I'm sorry.
? Keeping it locked away ?
? A secret on every page ?
? But now you're getting close... ?
Nice place. You on the take?
No. My wife, she does all right.
What do you want?
I figured out that the VNS on the tube
stands for Van Nuys Security.
We got to find out what's in those plans
that's worth killing for.
- Case is closed. - Come on, man.
We just stumbled onto enough bomb-making material
to blow up a city block.
Yeah, well, it's a little too late.
My days of chasing ghosts are done.
You didn't strike me as the kind of guy
who clocks out at the end of his shift.
Well, you don't know me very well.
I know that you're a cop.
And from what I can tell, a pretty good one.
? You see through... ?
Hmm.
Not anymore.
You're right.
See you around.
? No, I can't hide it ?
? You're ultraviolet ?
? Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ?
? Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ?
? No, I can't hide it ?
? When you're ultraviolet. ?
Rise and shine, Roger.
I don't remember asking for a wake-up call.
No, but you're getting one.
I have tried to give you space, baby, I have.
I'm sorry if my grief is an inconvenience.
You have every right to grieve.
I miss Riggs, too.
But I also miss my husband and the kids miss their father.
- I'm here. - No, you're not here.
You are not here, Roger.
You said that Riggs' death was meaningless,
but it doesn't have to be.
When he was at his lowest, you helped him
find a way to move forward.
Now you need to do the same.
If you don't want to be a cop anymore, you hand that in.
But if you want to do the thing you were born to do...
...it's time to get back to work.
Hey, what are you doing here?
Let go! Come on!
Think I see a cavity.
Hey!
- What the hell are you doing? - Oh, hey, Roger.
Wanted to see what the Chechens were after.
- Think it's a bank vault. - Yeah, I know.
I just talked to the front desk. And you didn't have to break in.
You should've just asked the right questions.
Let go.
Thank you.
Bailey.
Chief of police is on the line for you.
Hello, Chief?
Bailey, it's me.
What did you learn about that bank?
- L.A. Savings Bank is safe. - Are you sure?
'Cause the plans for their vault went missing last week.
The bank manager insisted the new vault was impenetrable.
Electromagnetic seal. Explosives can't even get through,
so unless they can predict an earthquake, they're out of luck.
An earthquake? What's that got to do with anything?
The power at the bank shuts off if the big one hits.
Safety feature they added to protect the railway station
that's being built beneath it.
So, they would have a window in?
Only if they already knew an earthquake was coming.
Or they built a big enough bomb to make their own.
Let's go.
Thank you.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I am so proud of our efforts
to revitalize L.A.'s first public transit line.
For the first time in 60 years,
I invite you to board the Los Angeles Railway.
This platform sits right below the vault.
The bomb's gotta be somewhere down here.
Excuse me, pardon me, excuse me.
Hey, Avery.
Oh, please, God, not today.
Excuse me. No, not now.
Avery, we need to quietly get all these people out of here.
Excuse me, everyone.
There's a 60% chance there's a bomb in here.
Thank you.
Okay, everyone calmly... Calmly, please...
Oh, you... Oh, my God.
Sometimes chaos is what's called for.
Split up.
Oh, boy.
Oh, okay.
We saw something like this in Beirut.
Yeah, okay, so we're gonna take this wire out.
Uh-oh.
Okay, maybe not exactly like Beirut.
Roger!
Hey, Roger, we got a problem. I can't defuse it.
Hey, we can't let this thing go off down here.
If we bring it upstairs there'll be twice as many casualties.
Uh, yeah, come on.
Okay, the next stop's under the old train yard.
Should be empty.
But that means one of us
has to stay on board and drive this train.
Get out of here, Roger.
- Just do me one favor. - Huh?
Tell my daughter... this time I stuck around.
Yeah. Copy that.
Aah!
What are you doing here?
I decided that, you know,
I couldn't let you go by yourself, you know?
The doors closed, right?
Okay, well, we're both gonna die now.
Are you happy?
Maybe we should run.
Now you're thinking.
Hey, Cole, you're on fire!
- No, man, we both crushed it. - No.
You... are literally on fire.
- Your arm. - Oh, I'm on fire.
Whoa.
I was on fire!
- Wow. - I knew I should have retired.
Whew!
Hey, wait for me.
I nailed it.
Yay!
Ow! Ooh.
Careful, sweetie, your father was recently stabbed.
No, that was the other shoulder.
This was a small burn. Or shrapnel, I don't know.
Small burn for sure.
Okay. Will you give us a sec, wait outside?
Yeah. See ya, Dad.
See ya, kid.
How did you get her this audition?
20 years in Special Ops,
- you learn how to work an asset. - Sorry I asked.
I'm joking. I called them and I begged,
and they took pity on me.
You should try that.
Cole, it's not that I don't want you
in Maya's life,
- I just have to protect her from the... - Chaos?
Yeah.
It's always gonna follow me, Nat.
The difference is that this time...
I'm gonna be here to clean up the mess.
I hope so.
? Ooh, I'm coming home ?
? I'm coming home... ?
Okay, Cole, Thursday at 3:00,
she has a dentist's appointment.
- You can take her. - Perfect.
We'll go to the dentist, Disneyland and then home.
- Cole... - Joking.
Disneyland, dentist, then home.
- Cole! - Okay, fine, forget the dentist.
- Just Disneyland. - Let's go.
Okay. Bye.
Hey, Riggs,
why am I still cleaning up after your mess?
This is foul.
This is... Look at this.
And this is at work.
Enough in there for two?
You know, just to catch him up on my day.
We've had the best conversations ever.
Watch. Hey, Riggs,
I'm sorry I blew your truck up.
And I'm sorry I wasn't there that day.
I wish I was by your side.
Maybe-maybe I could have, uh...
I don't know.
But I'm gonna regret it for the rest of my life...
'cause I love you.
Let me try.
Hey, Riggs.
Not a day goes by that I don't miss you.
I will never forget the impact you had...
on me and my life.
Wow, this is really fun.
Yeah.
I know what he would say.
Hmm?
"Shut up and pass the spray cheese."
Now that you mention it...
Oh... Horrible.
It's just horrible.
It's horrible.
Mm. Now, there's the man I love.
- Tell me one thing. - Hmm?
Did you burn the sweat suit?
I buried it... in McNeile's backyard.
It's time this house returned back to normal.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
I think so, Mrs. Murtaugh.
The gutters need to be cleaned, the driveway power washed,
and, baby, get rid of the boat.
Love you.
But I don't see "you naked" on this list.
? See how ?
? I used to be... ?
There's something different about you.
Yeah, got a new hat.
I changed my entire outfit.
You know, I'm, uh, being transferred to Robbery-Homicide.
From rookie to detective?
You must have friends in high places.
No, just some cranky old-timer put in a call to the captain.
I guess he wants to be my partner.
I guess you can't catch a break.
I mean, bring your ass up in here and let's have a beer.
Now, one thing you should know
if we're going to be working together is
I take this partnership thing very seriously.
Yeah, I heard I have some pretty big shoes to fill.
They were boots.
Old, ratty leather boots.
They used to tuck into his pants.
I don't know how the guy ran.
Yeah, he sounds like quite a character.
He was.
I can't ever replace him, so I won't even try.
But I want to make this work.
I need a job.
Well, it's probably gonna be really slow
compared to your past life, Mr. CIA.
Man, I bet you saw some stuff, huh?
Let's just say I have some things to make up for.
Well, the good thing about having a partner is
you're never in it alone.
Sorry, that was pretty corny.
It's moving.
Really? I-I just made that up
just kind of off the top of my head.
No, no, the boat, it's moving.
Hey... McNeile...
Told you it was an HOA violation, Big Rog.
- Who's that guy? - My neighbor.
His son used to date my daughter.
And then we had some neo-Nazis shootin' out.
You know, we got a lot to catch up on.
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