Lethal Weapon

There you are.

I've been waiting.

Do you still love me?

Of course I do.

You were supposed to be here.

Right?

That's what you said.

Do you not want to anymore?

I do.

Then what's keeping you, baby?

It's time.

Be with me.

Morning.

Morning.

Do I... look different to you?

Riggs, you are looking at a very wealthy woman.

You remember my family estate in the hill country?

You mean the little cabin on the pond?

Yeah. Well, a family... the Steadmans, I believe,

sound adorable... just put an offer on it.

And from this, you're rich?

No. From this, I can pay off a little debt.

So that's nice.

Right?

Yeah. I always liked that little place.

Yeah, me, too.

It would have been nice for Ben to grow up there.

Skipping stones.

Me baking pie.

You... shooting squirrels on the porch.

Wow.

What?

Well, the mere mention of a future together,

and you just totally froze up.

I did not freeze up. That's just my natural posture.

- You're starting something. - I'm not.

- I-I'm not. - Ah.

Okay, fine. It is a little weird

that you don't even have a drawer here.

Hey. I keep a pile in the bedroom.

Okay? I just didn't want to take up, you know, space.

I was trying

- to be a gentleman. - Oh, a real gentlemen.

All right, how about this...

Miss Molly Hendricks?

May I keep some underpants in your credenza?

Would that be all right?

Martin Riggs, you know just what to say to a girl.

- Uh-huh. - Mm-hmm.

Hello?

Is it safe?

Is what safe, baby?

Acting all casual.

I see.

That's how we're gonna play it.

Mom, what's he talking about?

No clue.

The only question is...

when is my surprise party?

Your birthday's in September, big guy.

No, my party because I was promoted to captain.

I know you all

- are planning something. - I'm out.

Baby, I can tell you,

no one is planning a surprise party.

- Right. - Okay, do you

want a surprise party?

No,

- of course not. - Hmm. Really?

I mean, but in the event that you did,

- Uh-huh. - I mean, let's keep it

classy and elegant,

- You know, like the man himself. - Okay. Mm-hmm.

So where are we on the fondue

- situation? - Hmm?

Huh?

You are unbelievable.

And you just changed your password.

Yes. For work.

I think that weasel, Alan,

hacked into my accounts.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

That's a crime.

What are you doing?

I'm sending Bailey an e-mail.

We'll have her check your computer, make sure

no one messed with your accounts.

You can do that?

Can I do that? Come on.

It's good to be captain.

Ah, still detective for one more day.

Did you tell your partner?

No. I mean...

not talking about the important things

- is the basis of our relationship. - Roger, you have to tell him.

Not everybody likes surprises.

Yeah?

Hey.

You busy?

Just trying to figure out what to put in a drawer.

Yeah, well, at this point,

anything would be an improvement.

At Molly's house. A drawer at Molly's house.

You know, so I'm gonna keep some... ocks

and, you know, Cheez Whiz.

A sundry drawer.

Okay, that's a big step.

You're evolving.

And, you know, in life... the cycle of life...

sometimes... you got to move on.

Yeah, I know.

It sucks.

No, not always.

Sometimes change is good.

But the beauty is...

we always have...

the memories.

Here.

What the hell is that?

It's the history of us.

Uh, no, thanks.

Riggs, it's a gift... you can't give it back.

Look, Rog, I'm sorry.

I... I got enough useless crap as it is.

Useless? This is our memories!

Mine are right up here, bud.

Besides, we're gonna make new ones, right? So...

No, we won't.

Because...

I'm gonna be captain.

Oh. Yeah, I know.

- I heard, captain thing. - You know?

- Yeah. - I painstakingly

put together a symphony of our mementos,

and... you, nothing in return.

You mean in terms of, like, a gift?

- Yeah. - A gift.

Oh. Well... here we go.

- Here's a grenade. - A grenade? Why do you have a grenade?

Well, for emergencies, obviously.

You know what? I'm done.

As captain, this kind

of recklessness will not stand.

Get down!

I knew I should have texted you.

Yeah.

*LETHAL WEAPON* Season 02 Episode 22

*LETHAL WEAPON* Episode Title : "One Day More"

Okay, no wrong answers. Who wants to kill Riggs?

Flores Cartel.

That's already on there, like, five times.

New pitches only.

Scorsese's right.

We can't just focus on hardened criminals.

This guy pisses people off all day long.

We have to cast a wider net, people.

Remember when you bathed in that public car wash?

- That guy was mad. - Yeah. He was upset, but...

I don't know if he was upset enough to, like, take me out.

What is this?

Someone took a shot

at one of our own, and we are not going

to eat, sleep

or make love

until the perpetrators

are brought to justice.

Really? You liked it? You bought it? You bought it?

Hey, I got chills. I'd vote for you, Cap.

- So, where are we with this? - All right,

we got two shooters, hosed it down from long range.

- Is it a professional job? - If it was a contract,

these boys better not quit their day job.

Do you want me to get you a protective detail?

It's policy. I have to ask.

Let's just say I can't wait for them to take another shot.

Oh! The donut guy.

I had this whole situation with this, uh,

Boston cream deal.

- Put him up there. - All right, donut guy.

All right, now we're getting somewhere, guys.

- Who else wants to kill me? Let's go. - Uh, Molly Hendricks.

How about we go look at

- some campaign buttons. - Went by your trailer,

saw you did some remodeling.

Oh.

Just a case of the Mondays.

Uh, it's Thursday.

Start talking.

Um, look...

some clowns used my trailer for target practice.

All right? Not a big deal.

It's not a big deal?

Who would do that?

Well, apparently, my Texas charm

doesn't translate as well here in Los Angeles.

Look, it's fine, all right?

Why'd you go by the trailer?

It's nothing. We can talk later.

What are you talking about?

You've come all the way down here... it's something.