Lethal Weapon

That feels good.

It's my wife.

Shh.

Hey, babe.

No, still at work.

It's these high-frequency traders.

I got to clean up their mess.

No, you can go ahead and eat without me.

I, uh... I'll find something here.

All right.

Okay. I love you, too.

You're such a big, bad liar.

I know.

I need to be punished.

We good for next week?

I'm always good for next week.

Did I forget the gratuity?

I gave you an extra $50.

Who the hell are you?

Who are you?

Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.

I was just on my way out.

- I'm Feather. - Feather?

If Riana had a friend named Feather, I would've remembered.

Who's Riana?

"Who's Riana?" Okay, that takes me back

Who are you?

Feather, you forgot your belt.

D-Dad... y-you're up.

Yeah, I'm up. I was just getting to know

- your friend, Feather. - Sorry. I'm such

a space case.

W-We were just...

upstairs. Yeah, making decorative belts.

- Studying. - Otherwise, how would someone

just lose their belt, like, poof, "My belt is gone"?

You're hilarious, Mr. Murtaugh.

It's Detective Murtaugh.

Not that hilarious.

Can I just say, we're all adults here.

Oh, are we?

You raised a great young man.

You should be proud.

Bye, babe.

Dad, uh, let me explain.

- We-we had... - I know what you had.

You had the audacity to bring a girl in my house

while your mother and I are up there sleeping?

And you think we wouldn't find out?

- It's not a big deal. - It's not a big deal?

Well, guess what?

I'm grounded forever.

Maybe longer.

We'll talk about this tomorrow. Get upstairs.

Mm.

Mm, morning.

Yep.

That's what it is.

You got somewhere to be?

Uh, yeah. I got this thing

that I, uh, just completely forgot about.

Um...

yeah, look, there's some OJ in the fri--

no, do not drink the OJ that is in that refrigerator.

Um...

My boy got some action last night.

What? Who did?

RJ.

Not only is he Princeton-bound,

but it turns out, he's inherited

his dad's charms with the ladies.

That's good news.

Yeah, that's what-- hey.

What in the...?

Is that a bathing suit you got on?

Uh, all my pants were stained up

and I didn't want to look unprofessional.

Okay, you know what's unprofessional?

Is you blinding me with those pasty legs.

Exactly. They need a little vitamin D.

Riggs.

You gonna tell me that this right here

is not even a little weird,

even for you?

Uh, this line of questioning is a little weird.

And uncomfortable.

Okay, it's gonna be that kind of day.

Okay, so who is he?

Dale Reynolds, 35.

Had quite a party followed by an accidental overdose.

Or not so accidental.

The bluish skin,

bleeding foam around his mouth,

all point to an OD, but...

check out the knot in the tourniquet.

It's on the outside of his arm.

Which means he had help.

What you got there, legs?

A wedding ring stuffed in his pocket.

Dale Reynolds, you cheating bastard.

Okay, well,

someone had to be the last person to see him alive.

So, let's find that girlfriend, boyfriend, intern, escort...

Nice place you got here.

And make sure that you call his, um...

- His wife? - Yeah.

Yeah, tell her we found her husband dead

in a hotel room, smelling like another woman's cheap perfume.

I'm on it.

Is that what that smell is?

Doesn't seem to be coming off the corpse.

I think...

it's coming from...

Riggs?

Sinner.

Me?

No, him.

Bailey, what do you got?

There's security footage of a van arriving

and leaving the hotel garage that times out with our killer.

Okay, do you have a plate?

A partial and we're looking into it.

Good enough news.

Mr. City Attorney, in the house.

What a rare, unexpected treat.

Did I-- did I know you were...?

I just thought I'd pop in.

Awesome. You heard we caught a grizzly one.

You're hear to scrub in?

We need to talk.

I have concerns.

Never a great opening.

Martin Riggs...

- how's he doing? - Riggs? He's...

he's doing well.

Adjusting to the culture.

He-he should be here any minute,

you could ask him yourself.

I intend to.

But I want to hear from you first.

Make sure there aren't any issues

I should have heard about already.

None-- none that I can think of...

off the top of my head.

If you're sick, you should go home.

- I'm not sick. - You threw up.

Barely. It was more about your cleanse.

Look, all I'm saying

is that you're not yourself,

and when you are yourself, you're barely function...

Roger.

You know Ronnie Delgado? He had some concerns

about your partner, Riggs. I was hoping you could, uh...

Why? 'Cause he wore shorts today?

- Shorts? - Roger,

maybe you could tell the city attorney how well

- your partner is doing. - Is he drinking?

Behaving erratically?

Riggs? Drinking?

Um,

um...

I don't know what he does

after hours, but

is he drinking during the day?

Is-is what you're asking.

- Where is he? - Hmm.

He's probably doing paperwork.

He loves paperwork.

He does a lot of paperwork.

I'm gonna see if I can find him.

- Yes. - Good idea.

- Good idea. - I think you can.

Riggs?

Are we okay?

Oh, hey, Doc.

Yeah, just another day in paradise.

What are you doing under a vending machine?

Well, I needed a break and this is a break room.

And now, I'm trying to get...

this... little...

Got it.

So, is this it?

Have we finally arrived at rock-bottom?

No, there's still some places to go.

Oh, Duke. How'd we do?

Uh, I got most of what you wanted.

Except for your wallet, I couldn't find it.

No worries. Thanks, buddy.

Oh,

okay, so you're eating floor chips

and you sent a uni to retrieve your pants?

Ah.

A wool cap.

It is getting chilly outside. Duke!

This is looking like a pretty clear cry for help.

Well, as usual,

you're not wrong.

Would you like to help me out?

Yes. Yes, I would.

Well, apparently, I've misplaced my wallet.