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[DJ on radio] Hey, what's up, Detroit? It's your boy, the Bushman,
and it's another balmy day here in the D.
Winter weather advisory in effect.
So unless you're headed to the Red Wings game,
stay the hell off my roads.
Now back to the music on WJLB.
["The Heat is On" by Glenn Frey playing]
♪ The heat is on ♪
[children yelling, laughing]
♪ On the street ♪
♪ Inside your head ♪
- Hey! - [honks horn]
Hello!
♪ On every beat ♪
♪ And the beat's so loud ♪
- ♪ Deep inside ♪ - [indistinct chatter]
All right, there! I see you!
[yelling dismissively]
♪ Just to stay alive ♪
♪ 'Cause the heat is on ♪
♪ Whoo! ♪
[toots horn]
What's up?
Are you warm in there, Foley?
♪ Caught up in the action I've been lookin' out for you ♪
Hey...
♪ Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Tell me, can you feel it ♪
- ♪ The heat is on ♪ - [arguing indistinctly]
♪ The heat is on ♪
[indistinct chatter]
You know I can lock you up for that, right?
Fuck you, Foley!
♪ The heat is... on ♪
[announcer over PA] Detroit hockey fans
are you ready?
[crowd cheering]
[whistle blows]
[players shouting]
Got the money?
[man] Hey, um, Axel, uh...
I don't want to come off like some kiss-ass.
You know what I mean? But I did want to say,
you're kind of the reason I got into police work in the first place.
- Is that right? - Yeah.
Well, that's very flattering.
Yeah, I mean, so when you reached out for the tickets,
I got to say, man, I was pretty pumped, you know?
Told my wife, "It's Axel Foley!" You know?
And then, come down here, pick your brain, you know?
Honestly, I assumed you didn't even like hockey. So this is...
Wait, why would you assume that?
That I didn't like hockey? How could you just assume that?
- Oh, because... - Because... Is it because...
No, don't do that.
- I did not... I did not assume... - Well, you--
You had made an assumption based on this that I did not like hockey.
No, it's just that you never talk about hockey, man.
- That's all I... - Well, hockey happens to be in my blood.
It is?
My great-grandfather was actually a hockey player
in the Negro Leagues in Winnipeg.
The Winnipeg Black Guys.
Wait a second, there was a Negro-- I mean... [clears throat]
Oh, my God. [mutters]
There was an all-Black person hockey league?
Wait, so you gonna tell me that you supposed to be a hockey fan
but you didn't realize there used to be a Negro League in hockey?
Shit. Axel, I am so sorry.
I feel awful. Look, I can do better. I will do better.
- [chuckles] - [crowd groans]
You're fucking with me! Fuck!
[mocking accent] "I can-- I can do better.
I will be better. I will be-- I don't have to stay this way.
I can be a better white man."
[cackles]
- That's me? - That was you.
- Yeah, but if I do you, then I am... - Then it's wildly offensive.
But listen, here's your chance for you to do better.
This place is about to be robbed and you discovered by who.
Through your relentless, in-game detective work.
Hold on, somebody's robbing the arena?
This place is about to be robbed. Look through these. Look right over there.
- Can you see Junior Bollinger? - Uh-huh.
[Axel] He's been working with the 7 Mile crew
that killed that jeweler down in Berkley.
Wait, shit, man...
Didn't LT take you off that crew?
Yeah. He did. And if he knew I was still following June
he'd probably shitcan my ass. That's why luckily,
we came to the game, and you discovered Junior was there,
and you decided that we should take him down. See how this works?
- That's why you wanted the tickets. - That's why I wanted the tickets.
- You didn't wanna hang out with me... - All right, well...
It's very nice hanging with you, but we got stuff to do.
Let's go get you that promotion.
[crowd roaring]
[man] Oh, God.
- [Axel] Hey, Junior! - Shit!
[Axel] Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah!
- Damn. - Call it in.
Fuck is he robbing, Axel?
I don't know. Junior, what you robbing?
Man, fuck you, Foley.
I went straight.
Actually, that's good. That's very good.
- Hey, you got Junior here? - [man] Uh, yeah.
- All right. Hold him. - Where are you going?
Axel!
[trainer] You assholes are never getting out of here.
Shut the fuck up and keep your ass on the ground.
Hey, where's my gear? Coach wanna put me in the third period.
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you?
You must not have got the memo, nigga.
You didn't hear about the Winnipeg trade? I'm the new man up in this bitch.
Get your ass on the fucking floor, man.
Hey, motherfucker. Let me tell you something.
I am a five-time recipient of the Stanley Cup,
and I don't appreciate no motherfucker putting no guns in my face.
I just want my goalie pads. Get my goalie pads!
You think this is a fucking game? This ain't no fucking joke.
[grunting]
Easy, easy. This might come as a surprise,
but I didn't win the Stanley Cup five times.
- [robber] Shoot this motherfucker. - [grunts]
Grab the stuff.
- [yelling] - [grunts]
[yelling grunt]
Freeze! Freeze mother--
Fuck!
Come on!
To the bikes.
[indistinct radio chatter]
- [man] Foley! - Come on!
[horn tooting]
Come on!
God, you know, most guys your age are starting to slow down,
you know, taking desk jobs. Trying to relax a little bit.
This is how I relax. Are you not relaxed right now?
- [bullet pings] - God! Not relaxed!
[leaping grunt]
We have to switch to Plan B.
This was Plan A?
[yelling, indistinct]
Hey! Hey!
["I Don't Fuck With You" by Big Sean feat. E-40 playing]
Hey!
♪ I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck ♪
By the power vested in me by the great state of Michigan,
I hereby commandeer this vehicle.
Man, fuck you! That's not a real thing.
It absolutely is a real thing.
♪ I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck ♪
You know what? You're right.
It absolutely is a real thing.
It's a real thing. That's the realest thing.
[motor revving]
[horn blaring]
I'm chasing bad guys with Axel Foley. Hell yeah!
Hey, call it in Mike.
Honey, guess what?
You're not gonna believe what I'm doing right now.
Yeah, no, me and Axel.
- We stopped a robbery and there's a-- - Hey! The station!
The station. Gotta-- Gotta go.
To the bridge! Come on!
Yes, this is Detective Mike Woody and I am with my partner...
[over radio] ...and we are in pursuit.
And we are in a city snowplow.
[tires skittering]
[dispatcher] L-15, verify.
You're in a snowplow?
Yeah, we in a goddamn snowplow! What's the fucking problem?
We need all available units on Lake Shore and Fifth.
Let me guess... Foley.
Did you say, "Foley"?
Watch out! Watch out!
- God! Shit! - Give me that.
Woody, let me talk to the Motor City shit magnet.
He wants to talk to you.
Yeah, I don't know what you're talking about, boss.
I mean, this one's on me. Yeah, I was just, you know,
I just saw something suspicious.
- Now! - And then-- Yeah, okey-dokey.
Hey, Jeffrey! Man, I was just trying to watch my beloved Red Wings
and then Detective Mike Woody, this guy... the Wood Man?
He's a hell of a detective.
He thinks that these guys just might be connected
to the murders down at Southside Jewelers down on Sixth.
Oh, he does, does he?
No offense, but Detective Woody
hasn't solved a goddamn crime in five years!
- He's finally come into his own, Jeffrey. - There! There! There!
[tires skidding]
What the hell was that?
Axel, if you damage any city property...
[bullets ricochet]
I'll try my best, Jeffrey. But you know Woody.
He's not gonna let these guys get away again.
[gunfire over radio]
Yeah. Uh...
All right, good night.
["Shakedown" by Bob Seger playing]
♪ No matter what you think you've pulled ♪
- ♪ You'll find it's not enough ♪ - [yelling]
♪ No matter who you think you know ♪
♪ You won't get through ♪
Duck!
♪ It's a given, LA law ♪
♪ Someone's faster on the draw ♪
[grunts loudly]
♪ No matter where you hide I'm comin' after you ♪
Okay, getting a little outside my comfort zone, Axel.
Maybe we don't hit so many cars, okay?
It's time to solidify that promotion, Mike.
[tires skidding]
Shit!
[sirens whooping]
It's Foley!
Goddamn Foley.
[car horn blaring]
♪ You can shake me for a while ♪
Stop hitting cars!
There's a lot of blind spots in a snowplow.
♪ No matter what you do I'm going to take you down ♪
Don't!
[sirens whooping, faltering]
I changed my mind. I don't want a promotion!
It's too late!
- [tires skid] - [riders yelping]
No, I'm not the Wood Man!
You are the Wood Man
- and you're getting promoted. - No!
- You're breaking your cherry! - No, I wanna keep my cherry.
It's too late to turn back.
- Not gonna fit! Not gonna fit! - ♪ Shakedown ♪
♪ Breakdown, takedown ♪
♪ Everybody wants into the crowded light ♪
- Shit! - ♪ Breakdown, takedown ♪
♪ You're busted ♪
- [Mike yelling] - ♪ Let down your guard, honey ♪
♪ Just about the time You figured it's alright ♪
♪ Breakdown, breakdown You're busted ♪
[song ends]
Thanks for the tickets, Michael. I had a wonderful time.
- [sirens wailing] - You're welcome.
Don't move! Don't fucking move!
[groans] The hell is wrong with y'all?
Oh, shit. Look at this shit. What are we gonna tell the Chief?
We? This is your case, Mike.
Shit, I was just trying to watch some hockey.
That's not funny, man.
[scattered cheers, clapping]
- There he is. - Classic Foley.
Hey, look! It's our new starting goalie.
Jeffrey!
You're proud of yourself?
Because you look proud. You look very proud.
Are you proud of me?
Forty-five minutes!
The police commissioner just screamed at me
for 45 minutes straight.
No, berated. That's what he did. He berated me.
Pal, I hate to tell you, but I think your days on the street may be over.
I don't think so because I like working the streets.
Okay, yeah. But then, you know what?
They don't want swashbucklers out there anymore.
- They want social workers. - I'm terribly social.
Hey, it's not funny. Axel, I swear to God. You can't keep doing this shit.
Used to be, you just get yelled at. But now, they'll take away your shield.
And you'll get it back just like you always do.
- That's why I love you, Jeffrey. - Yeah, well.
Not anymore.
I just turned in my papers.
- What? - Yeah.
It's time. It's time.
- [chuckles] No, no. Listen. - Yep.
Let's go down to the commissioner
and tell him that you're getting old, and that you made a mistake. It happens.
I'm-- I'm serious, Axel. You know what?
My remaining years, however many there are, I just--
I'd like to spend them with my family, you know?
- Spend a little time with my grandkids. - You don't even like your grandkids.
I love my grandkids.
Didn't you, just the other day, tell me that your grandchild...
One of them, I have a little bit of an issue with.
We are working through it.
- You called him a sociopath. - I...
Your grandchild that you love so much that you want to spend some time with.
I was a little upset.
We have some issues, we're working through--
When was the last time you spoke to Jane?
Hm?
Well, Jane is busy.
Okay.
And stubborn.
She comes by it honestly.
Yes, and you are not retiring.
I am gonna miss this.
Hey, wait a minute.
This isn't just some arbitrary day that you picked to retire.
You're falling on your sword to cover my ass.
Well...
Listen, the police commissioner wanted blood
and-- and what am I gonna-- you know?
What?
"What?"
Oh, you don't think I got nothing else?
Hey, let me tell you something, Jeffrey.
I don't know whether or not you realize it,
but this city still has a lot of problems. They need us.
No, no. You need the city.
That's what it is. But you know what, Axel?
End of the day, all this? It's just a job.
[officer] Chief.
Talk to your daughter.
[Jeffrey] Yeah, yeah.
[metal detector beeps]
Turn around, please.
[wand squealing]
You sure you in the right place?
I hope so.
[indistinct chatter among inmates]
Sam Enriquez?
Jane Saunders. I'm a lawyer.
A friend of mine said you might have been set up.
[scoffs] Yeah, well, I can't afford Beverly Hills.
Me neither. Shit's expensive.
If I take you on, it's pro bono.
And why should I trust you?
You have a daughter, right?
[in Spanish] You want to miss the next twenty years of her life?
[in Spanish] Let me help you.
[in English] Okay?
Okay.
Let's start with how you wound up next to a dead cop.
Check my record. I'm not in the game.
Murder weapon in your lap, trunk full of cocaine.
You're in the game, Sam.
Somebody talked me into muling one time.
Your uncle Chalino?
Okay, you're in the passenger seat with Lieutenant Copeland.
What happened?
We're headed to the drop.
Copeland, undercover cop, whatever. He's driving.
And then?
He spots a black SUV tailing us.
Tries to call somebody, but his phone wouldn't work.
And he straight up fucking panicked.
Said they were jamming his phone.
- He knew they were coming for him. - Yeah.
Then a black SUV pulls up alongside us, points a gun at the window.
And the masked man shoots Copeland?
Okay. And then?
I grab the wheel.
I steer us into their SUV,
but I lost control and I hit a pole.
Next thing I know, I wake up with the gun in my lap
next to his dead body.
[woman] Mr. Enriquez,
we're here on your motion for the substitution of counsel.
Would you like to follow through with the motion?
I would. Yes.
Then the motion is granted. Now, unless there's anything else...
There is one more thing, Your Honor.
Go ahead.
The defense will be submitting a motion
to subpoena Lieutenant Copeland's financial records
as we believe he was involved in potential criminal activity including--
Your Honor, The People were under the impression we were here
to discuss a motion for substitution of counsel,
not to entertain the Defense's half-baked theory--
And of course we will be happy
to disclose all relevant documents to the prosecution.
I would hope so, Counsel.
[gavel bangs]
[man on phone] Both of Copeland's accounts are at Citibank.
Okay, start the subpoena on those two,
and pull his taxes for the last five years.
[man, through static] ...have to speak to Legal.
[car alarm chirps]
[sighs]
- [truck engine starts] - [reverse alert beeping]
What are you-- Hey!
[yelps] What the--?
Help me! Somebody help me!
- [tires screeching] - What are you doing? Stop! Please!
[shrieks]
Drop the Enriquez case, Counselor.
[screams]
[screaming]
[gasps, breath shaking]
- [overlapping chatter] - [police sirens whooping]
Would you be able to identify them?
I told you they were all in masks.
- Janey... - Hi.
Rosewood.
- I thought you quit. - I didn't quit. I chose to leave.
Oh, that's the story you're telling people?
[indistinct chatter on police radio]
What happened?
You've been to Six Flags? The Tower of Power?
Same day I accuse a cop of being in the game.
Janey, I know I got you into this.
But you gotta drop this case.
- No. - Just walk away.
I don't want to have to tell your dad you got killed.
- So don't. - Janey...
I mean it, Billy. I need your word.
You know what? You think you and your dad are nothing alike?
- Please. - You're exactly the same.
Okay, just stop.
[officer] It's time to go get you checked up.
I'm not going to the hospital. I'm fine.
- See that? Right there. - Thank you.
- That's Axel. - All right. I'm gonna clear.
[phone ringing]
[ringing continues]
[chuckles]
[Jamaican accent] Who the pussy clart you think you is
calling this place this time of night?
[Billy] Axel, cut the shit.
Axel. Me no know Axel. You dial the wrong number.
What blood clart number you trying to reach? Who is this?
It's about Jane.
[normal voice] Well, why didn't you just start with that?
She's okay, but there's this kid, uh, Enriquez.
He caught a case, a murder rap,
and I asked Jane if she knew anyone at her firm
who might be willing to represent him.
Let me guess. She volunteered.
I'm sorry. I couldn't stop her.
She made me swear not to call you, but she's in way over her head.
Axel, some asshole's trying to scare her off the case.
She's not hurt though, right?
No, she's fine. But these guys are serious.
All right. I'm on the next plane out there.
And Billy. Thanks for calling, man.
I'm sorry I got her into this, Axel.
- [dog barking] - You're my brother.
You and Janey are like family to me.
Hey, what's with all the barking and shit? Where you at?
I'm at an impound yard. I just got the evidence I need
to blow this wide open.
Listen, just don't kick in no doors till I get out there, all right?
I got one more stop to make tonight.
Then I'll pick you up at the airport tomorrow morning.
I got to go.
[men shouting in distance]
[faint chatter]
[Axel] Hey, I appreciate it man.
Hey, listen, in about a week when you get sick of that psycho grandchild of yours,
give me a call and we'll get you unretired.
It's not gonna happen, Axel.
Listen, you need to talk to her.
You need to talk to her and fix it.
I know you think you got all the time in the world, Axel, but you don't.
I probably got more time than you though, right?
Okay, come on. Get out of here. You're gonna miss your plane.
Seriously, Jeffrey. You need some sun.
- All right. - You look terrible.
Hey, miss. Hey, doesn't he look about ten, 15 years older than me?
We're the same age. The same age!
- Okay. Get out of here! - Move it!
- You look terrible. - I understand.
Hey.
Watch your ass out there, okay?
You're not 22 anymore.
Don't worry about me. I'm gonna be fine.
They love me in Beverly Hills.
["Players (Sync Edit) / Hot in the City" by Coi Leray and Billy Idol playing]
[Axel] Hey, Billy, where you at? You were supposed to pick me up.
Goddamn airport was out of rental cars,
but I managed to get a sweet deal on a Detroit classic.
I'm headed to your office. Call me.
♪ What you know about livin' on the top? ♪
♪ Penthouse suites Lookin' down on the opps ♪
♪ Took him for a test drive Left him on the lot ♪
♪ Time is money So I spent it on a watch, hold on ♪
♪ Hot in the city Hot in the city tonight ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah 'Cause girls is players too ♪
♪ I'm a chain 'round an A-bomb ♪
♪ I'm a ribbon in the heat now ♪
♪ What you know about livin' on the top? ♪
♪ Penthouse suites Lookin' down on the opps ♪
♪ Took him for a test drive Left him on the lot ♪
♪ Time is money So I spent it on a watch, hold on ♪
♪ Lil' bitties showin' Through the white tee ♪
♪ You can see the thong Bussin' out my tight jeans ♪
♪ Rocks on my fingers Like he wanna wife me ♪
♪ Got another shorty? She ain't nothin' like me, yeah ♪
♪ Hot in the city Hot in the city tonight ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah 'Cause girls is players too ♪
♪ Keep it player, baby ♪
What the hell is taking so goddamn long?
What are you staring at? What is this, a union job?
Well, we don't get OSHA breaks here. Move, bitch.
- Who sent you up here? - Who the hell do you think?
- Beck? - No, LeBron James.
Yes, Beck!
Look he's been riding my ass about this shit,
so I'm gonna ride y'all's ass. Y'all know how the motherfucker gets.
Definitely do.
Fucking bullshit.
Check this out.
First Blood.
What the hell? This is you.
Uh, nah, man. That's not me. That's that actor Wesley Snipes.
Everybody say I look just like him. I don't look nothing like Wesley.
That Wesley's a handsome motherfucker, ain't he?
Yo, yo. What the fuck is taking so long?
Who the fuck is this guy?
[yelling]
Shit! God!
[grunts loudly]
[pounding on door]
[fire alarm bell clanging]
[grunts]
[people yelling, indistinct]
[thug] There.
[woman shrieks]
Move, man! Move!
Meter Lady. Hey, Meter Lady. No, no.
I have an emergency. Can you move your buggy please?
Lady? Yeah, okay.
Well, why don't you just wait on the sidewalk, Man.
There he is. Get him.
What the hell you think you're doing?
If you don't get out of my car...
- Oh, you gonna learn today. - I'm a police officer-- [spluttering]
I got a 415 in progress. Male, possibly psychotic.
Stop it! You ain't even gotta use that much!
[electric motor revving]
["Neutron Dance" by The Pointer Sisters playing]
Yo, what the hell you think you doing?
What the hell you think you doing?
I said pull over, now!
[yelling]
Stop with the pepper spray.
[horn blaring]
I'm sorry, Meter Lady.
- [tires squeal] - [meter lady shrieks]
[grunting]
[henchmen huffing]
- [horn honking] - ♪ I don't wanna take it anymore ♪
[pedestrians yelping]
♪ I'll just stay here Locked behind the door ♪
[yelling] Oh, shit! [pained groaning]
- [woman shrieks] - ♪ Just no time to stop and get away ♪
[men yelling]
- [henchman] Move! - ♪ And it's hard to say ♪
[male pedestrian] What the fuck?
Bitch, move.
- ♪ And it's hard to find ♪ - Keep up!
- ♪ Any strength to draw the line ♪ - [shrieks]
- What the hell? - Hey!
Whoa!
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
[people yelling]
[shrieking]
What a slippery bastard.
- [horn tooting] - [tires screeching]
♪ And it's hard to say Just how some things never change ♪
♪ And it's hard to find ♪
Son of a bitch... - ♪ Any strength to draw the line ♪
♪ Oh, I'm just burnin' Doin' the neutron dance ♪
Asshole!
♪ Doin' the neutron dance ♪
- [angry yelling] - [horn blares]
- Whoa, whoa! - ♪ Doin' the neutron dance ♪
- Hey! - What the hell?
♪ I'm so happy It's in my hands ♪
Fuck you, man.
♪ I'm just burnin' ♪
- Shit! - [horn honking]
♪ Doin' the neutron dance ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
[grunts]
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
[all murmuring]
- Clear the way! - Out of the way!
- Let me see your hands. - Put your hands in the air!
Now you show up. Where was you when I was getting shot at?
I said hands!
I'm a Detroit police officer. Name is Axel Foley.
- My badge is in my pocket. - Don't reach for it.
I been a cop for 30 years. I've been Black a whole lot longer.
Trust me. I know better.
You know, this is very embarrassing.
Yeah. Well, you should have thought of that
before your little joy ride back there.
Seriously. This is your squad car?
You know part of me'd rather get locked up for resisting arrest
than get put in this little Fisher-Price-looking motherfucker
y'all rolling around in.
Y'all are the LEGO cops.
How you doing back there?
Could move the chair up, but honestly, I don't want to.
[both laughing]
[mocking laughter]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[man] Detective Foley.
Detective Bobby Abbott.
Can you get me Taggart, please?
Chief Taggart? Pretty sure he's busy.
Well, can you tell him that it's Axel Foley?
Okay. And how do you know the chief?
Well, this isn't my first time in Beverly Hills.
I saw that. Did you ever read your own file?
This is, uh... a lot.
Disturbing the peace, various shootouts, evading the police.
This is from '84, then there's one from '87...
And then '94. Not your finest hour.
Taggart. Anybody here got eyes on Taggart?
I wanna talk to Taggart. Hey, you! Could you get me Taggart?
Trent? Uh, do not do that.
Don't be a bitch, Trent. Get me Taggart.
Why were you in Billy Rosewood's office?
You know Rosewood's trying to fuck up my case.
Are you trying to help him?
LAPD Air Support.
So, you went from being a big-time pilot to patrolling outdoor shopping malls.
So what happened? What, you fall from grace
or you just couldn't hack it?
[dry chuckles]
Mr. Foley, I appreciate you've been doing this a long time.
But the world has changed a bit.
You can't just sit across the desk from another male
and say something to threaten my manhood
and think I'm just going to get so flustered with insecurity
I forget what we were talking about.
Bet that's worked a lot for you in the past,
but it's not gonna work with me.
So, let me ask you one more time.
Why were you in Rosewood's office?
Hey, bro, you can get me Taggart, or you can charge me.
Oh, I'm definitely charging you.
Two counts of reckless endangerment.
Two counts?
Yeah.
[handcuffs clicking]
You okay? What are you doing?
[cuffs opening]
Was a misspent youth.
And I'd like to call my lawyer.
Billy, I'm getting really worried. Okay?
Call me back.
[cell phone ringing]
This is Jane Saunders.
Jane. Hey, this is your father.
And before you hang up, I'm here at the Beverly Hills Police Department.
- I've been arrested and-- - [line clicks]
Hello?
[awkward chuckle]
Hey...
I got disconnected. Can I get another one?
[cell phone rings]
[Axel] All right, Jane. Listen.
I'm in town, I got arrested, and I need to talk to you about--
Okay. Listen, very carefully.
[line disconnects]
Hey.
You sure y'all paying y'all's bills because this phone don't work.
I need another one.
Well, don't look at me like-- Y'all the one whose phone ain't shit.
[cell phone ringing]
- Maybe you didn't hear me. I... - [Axel] Hey!
Rosewood called me last night.
You get me out of here and I'll tell you everything I know.
What did Billy say?
[door shuts]
Jane.
It is extremely good to see you.
And I can't get over how--
I'm here concerning my client, Samuel Enriquez.
You said Rosewood called you. What did he say?
Look, I know there are a lot of things we need to talk about.
I'm out here because I didn't think you were safe.
This is what you want to do? Here?
Now? This is how you want to do it? After not speaking to me for years?
Taggart does want to see you for some unknown reason.
- Jane. - Hi.
Don't tell me you two know each other.
Bobby, this is my dad.
Have you two had intercourse?
[laughs] What?
Hey, uh, Bobby.
Uh, can you give us a minute?
[indistinct radio chatter]
After I talk to Taggart, I will tell you everything that I know.
Okay?
Chief!
Chief John Taggart.
You son of a bitch.
How dare you pull this crap on me, huh?
- [groans] - [laughing]
Damn! I missed you, brother. [laughing]
Man, what the fuck are you still doing here?
- Why haven't you retired? - Well, I did you know, but, uh,
Maureen and I got back together and trust me,
home is the last place I want to be.
- Ah. [chuckles] - [laughs]
Oh, sorry. Cade Grant. Axel Foley.
Hey.
Grant used to be one of us.
Now he runs the interdepartmental narcotics task force.
I've been hearing Axel Foley stories since the academy.
Used to be you'd get a couple of toddies into old Taggart here,
he would go on for hours.
What brings you back to 90210?
Well, I got a call from my old friend Billy.
Ah, Billy. This case has him all twisted up.
Now he's got Janey involved,
following his cockamamie conspiracy theories.
I mean, he's always had a nose for that kind of thing.
Axel. Your daughter's defending a goddamn cop killer.
I'm sorry. Jane Saunders is your daughter?
Yeah. She is. A cop killer?
Yeah.
She took on a kid named Enriquez. Killed an undercover named Copeland.
Wow. I... This is the first time I'm hearing this shit.
Your daughter claims Copeland was dirty.
Well, how well do you know Copeland?
Well, he came up through the BHPD so, uh...
enough to know it's horseshit.
Yeah, Copeland was one of mine, Foley.
I can say without hesitation that he's clean.
He was a smart cop too. Family man.
Shit, the guy coaches Little League.
He was the real deal.
Well, I'm sorry.
The job asks a lot, doesn't it?
Well, I'll leave you guys to it.
Yeah, man.
- Hi. - Hey.
How have you been?
Good.
You look good.
Thanks. You too.
Come on. I'll walk you out.
Okay.
You seeing anybody?
Uh, I don't know that I want to get into that with you.
Okay. Fair enough.
Look, I'm sorry. I... sort of disappeared.
Don't worry about it.
So, that's your dad?
He's not my dad.
[Bobby] Oh.
I mean, he's... he's my dad. He hasn't been a dad.
Got it.
What?
Well, it kind of makes sense, I guess.
Which part?
Him being a cop. Putting away criminals. You doing what you do.
Are you attempting to read me again?
I would never attempt such a thing.
- Should I lay on your couch, Dr. Abbott? - Oh, my God...
I mean, I had these really wild dreams last night.
- Should we lean in? - [laughs]
You know, me and my dad, we didn't have the best thing either.
I'm sorry. We never...
- We never got there. - Yeah.
- I just know family can be complicated. - Yeah, it sucks.
Yeah.
- [Axel] Hey Jane, wait... - [Jane] This was a mistake.
[Axel] Hey, look, Rosewood was down at the impound the other night.
Can you think of a reason why?
[Jane] Right now I can't think of a reason I'm even talking to you.
Look, some guys was ripping his office apart,
and that guy I just met, the Honorable Captain Grant,
he's the first police captain that I ever seen
in two thousand dollar Gucci shoes. Something is up.
Now, why might Rosewood have been down at the impound?
- Copeland's car is in there. - Really?
Now, when's the last time you talked to him?
It was after--
You know what? I'm not doing this. I got you out. You're welcome.
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute now. It was after what, Jane?
Hey, look, Rosewood could be in trouble.
What he was looking for down there might be able to exonerate your client, right?
Yes.
Okay, well just take me down to the impound
and tomorrow I will get on the plane and fly back to Detroit.
- Then we can go back to being... - Estranged.
What's that, French?
- I'mma drive. - [car alarm chirps]
Okay, you drive then.
["Family Affair" by Mary J. Blige playing on car stereo]
Yeah! Mary J.
Remember how much you used to love that track?
♪ Let's get it crunk up ♪
♪ All is somethin' somethin' ♪
♪ In this dancery ♪
- ♪ Mary J.'s in the-- ♪ - [switches off stereo]
[making nonsense musical sounds]
Hey, look, I know there's some things we need to talk--
Hey, here are the rules. No personal stuff. Okay?
Okay, I get it. I get it. It's just that, you know,
I had to move you out of Detroit. It wasn't safe.
The 12th Street Mafia vowed to execute my family.
So, I got my family safe.
Because the 12th Street Mafia are some scary motherfuckers.
Did the 12th Street Mafia tell you to get a divorce and stay in Detroit?
No, that was your mother.
She's ten times worse than the 12th Street Mafia.
[Axel] So, your client is accused of killing a cop?
- He didn't do it. - Well, how can you be so sure?
Because he's just a kid who got talked into muling cocaine for his uncle.
Who's the uncle?
Some big dealer on the east side named Chalino.
So you're claiming Copeland is dirty.
Yes.
Just don't make no sense.
If Copeland worked for Chalino running dope,
why would Chalino kill him?
Can you put the case file down, please?
- Hey, you still have your gun? - No.
- You don't go to the range anymore? - No.
And I've also forgotten how to escape a trunk,
get out of handcuffs, do a front and follow
and all the other crazy cop bullshit you tried to cram into my brain.
Hey, look, Jane, a few years back, I had some therapy.
You went to therapy?
Now, why is that so shocking that I went to therapy?
Well, actually, no, I didn't go to therapy.
But I read some shit online.
Hey, look, the point that I'm trying to make
is that when I do something like try to teach you
how to get out of handcuffs, that's the same as another parent
when they take their kids to the ball game or give their kids a Slinky, you know?
Sometimes a parent'll do something because they don't know
how to express stuff with words. So they do things. See what I'm saying?
And so what is he saying when he stops trying?
See what I'm saying?
Help you?
I certainly hope so.
I'm Axel Foley, producer of the new Liam Neeson revenge thriller, Impound.
We're actually in the market for a new technical advisor.
We're hoping you're our guy.
Tech advisor, huh?
Yeah. I'm not really interested in anything behind the camera.
- Pass. - I totally understand.
Hey, wait a minute.
Are you an actor? I feel like I've seen you in something.
I knew it. I knew it I'd seen-- What have I seen you in?
Probably Jupiter Ascending.
I played Sargorn Number Four...
Yes! Sargorn Number Four! Of course. You were fantastic!
- Wow! Thank you. Thank you so much. - Amazing stuff. Such good work.
Well, you know, I got a lot of help from Channing.
- Did you now? - Tatum.
So, what's the story about?
- Okay, so it's about this-- - No, no! You were in it.
You're the star. Let's hear you tell it.
- Oh, you want me to tell. Oh, you want-- - Yeah.
Well... [chuckles] It's all-- It was, uh...
It's-- It's Jupiter. It's Jupiter, and it's, um...
Ascending?
That's it. Oh, you kidding me?
The way it ascended? That shit...
[whooshing]
That's my favorite scene. I love that part.
Hey, wouldn't he make a perfect Father Kilgore?
- Yeah. - You are Father Kilgore.
Father Kilgore's actually the hero of the piece.
- I can't believe this is happening. - This is so fucking exciting.
I'm so excited.
The movie starts off with Liam Neeson breaking into a police impound yard.
Wait a minute. Whoa. We just had a break-in last night.
[mock gasp] Did you really?
- Swear to God. - Just last night?
- It's on this camera. Watch. - I don't believe it.
Check this out.
Look, see? So weird. It's like he knew you were coming.
- This happened last night? - Last night.
- Just last fucking night. - And you just happened to...
What's that word? Kismet? This is kismet. This is a kismet--
- I think we're in alignment. - The stars aligned, exactly.
This is some kismet shit for your ass. So, they broke in last night.
Hey, I was wondering, you think you could maybe bring the dogs in
so we can go out and have a look? For research.
Okay. Sure.
We're gonna do some research, Father.
This is just like Detroit Impound.
Except for everything.
That's Copeland's car.
This hit another vehicle.
See the paint transfer?
Sam said the attackers were in a black SUV.
See? That checks out.
[Axel] Wait a minute.
Somebody installed a surveillance camera.
A cheap one too.
SD card is missing. This must be what Rosewood was after.
This doesn't add up.
There's nothing in the police report about a camera in the car.
[Axel] So this means...
[Jane] It means there's video footage of Copeland's murder on that SD card.
That's what they were looking for in Billy's office.
You know, you've got a really good knack for putting things together.
- You think maybe it might be in the blood? - Don't... Don't do that.
- Don't do what? - Bond. Don't try to...
- No bonding? - No.
All right. No bonding.
- We are being followed. - How do you know?
Well, what would you do if you were them
and you didn't find what you were looking for?
Me? I would tail us and hope that we led them to it.
Hey, you got one of those little lady mirrors?
No. Why?
We got a fan club.
Let's go.
Hey, pull up over there. Let's see who's following us.
Get me a little closer there.
[cell phone ringing]
- [Jane] Hi. - [man] Hi, Miss Saunders.
I have a Mr. George Romslo returning.
Thank you, Brad. Tell him I'll call him back.
- You got it. - Okay, bye.
In there.
[motor switches off]
It's them.
Those two guys from Rosewood's office.
Where the fuck are they?
They should be right in front of us.
[sighs]
Shit!
So, hey, was it difficult making this, uh...
Was what difficult?
- The name change. - Oh.
I noticed you changed your name to Saunders.
- Mm-hm. - Was that an easy transition?
Yeah.
You gotta fill a lot of papers out to be Saunders.
Yeah, you have to be pretty determined.
Saunders, Saunders, Saunders.
Is it as cool as Foley though? Foley make me smile when I say it.
"Look, it's Foley."
- [Axel] No? - [Jane] Is there more?
Foley just sounds strong.
It's punchier and it has a crispier thing to it.
[with force] Foley. Jane Foley.
[weakly] Jane Saunders.
"Excuse me, how do you spell your name?"
[weakly] S-A-U-N
D-E-R-S.
Saunders.
[giggling]
[Jane] Well, okay.
- What is this place? - The Eastern.
Hey, they're not going to let you up. It's a private social club.
["La Manera De Vivir" by NOYSE and ÆSTRØ playing faintly]
[indistinct chatter]
Good evening. May I have your member number, sir?
Yes. My member number is LAFD Fire Marshal. 17484.
And this is a surprise inspection.
How's that fit you, Fancy Dan?
What did you say your name was? Because Chief Sullivan was here recently.
If you keep up that attitude, I'll shut this whole place down right now.
You know what? Could I see your badge again?
No, actually you can't. Because I don't know you,
and a lot of badges have been getting snatched in this area.
Now I'm not going to take my badge out...
Okay, I'm going to go ahead and call Chief Sullivan.
You can go ahead and call Sullivan. I don't think he'd answer though.
Given he just retired, by which I mean he was fired for being drunk on the job.
Oh, I had no idea.
He urinated on the wall.
We've done our best to keep it out of the press.
Dorothy Hrbek, special liaison to the mayor's office. How are you?
- Well. - Good.
Can you tell me the maximum capacity upstairs?
Eighty-five.
Eighty-five persons?
- Eighty-five people? Very good. - Very good.
So, if we were to go upstairs right now there wouldn't be more than 85 people?
Wouldn't be no 86 would not be up there?
- No, ma'am. - Then you have nothing to worry about.
If I were you, I'd let us go up there, take a headcount,
check out the fire extinguishers and we'll be on our merry way.
On our merry way.
I don't have a problem with that.
Thank you, Fancy Dan.
I hope it's 85.
[overlapping chatter, laughter]
[Axel] The special liaison to the mayor's office. Very nice.
- You were flailing. - No, I was setting shit up.
It was hard to watch.
Really? Cause that's not what I saw on your face.
I felt like you were transfixed by what I was doing.
Watching Daddy at work.
Hey.
Hey, guys.
I owe you all an apology.
Because that was not Wesley Snipes in the picture, that was me.
And sorry about that too.
I didn't know it was gonna swell up like that.
You should've iced it.
Okay. Give us a minute. Will you, guys?
Sorry about that, Foley. Miss Saunders. Good to see you.
So, those were your guys, how about that?
Hey, can I get you guys anything? Anything at all? Drink?
George makes a pretty wicked mojito.
No, thank you.
Hey, what were they doing at Rosewood's?
Billy Rosewood removed-- stole a crucial piece of evidence
that I need to continue my investigation into your case.
They're not cops. How does that work, Captain?
Well, used to be you could get around a warrant with a little creative writing,
but in the current climate,
we have to be so careful about everything we say, everything we do.
It helps to have somebody outside the official chain of command.
Shit, you know what I'm talking about, right, Axel?
In this instance, I guess it sounds like they went slightly overboard.
Yeah, you could say they went slightly overboard since they tried to kill me.
From what Taggart tells me, you're no altar boy yourself.
But you do get the pressure that I'm under here, right?
Mayor's office is all over me.
I need to recover that evidence to exonerate Copeland
and I will do whatever it takes to get it back.
His family deserves as much.
Or Enriquez. Right, Captain? His family deserves as much, too.
You know, I like seeing this.
The two of you together.
Working as a team. Father and daughter. Wow.
It's just so impressive how you've been able to maintain
such a vibrant relationship, even though she protects
the same people that you've spent your life trying to put away.
I'm just amazed it doesn't get to you.
I mean, criminals sure, but we're talking about cop killers here.
How does that sit with you, huh?
We put our lives on the line every day.
It's a war out there. We deserve more.
Like that Rolex you got on.
Gold Daytona. Isn't she a beauty?
Yeah. You put it best when you said that this job asks a lot from us.
Never really gives anything back.
Not like that, anyway.
Must be a Beverly Hills thing.
[chuckles]
All I know is, I earned it and I'm going to enjoy it.
Hey, thanks for stopping by.
As far as I'm concerned, it's been an absolute pleasure.
Thousand dollar shoes, Rolex watch. Come on, now.
I seen crooked cops before, but this guy is fucking next level.
What do you think?
- You want my opinion? - Yeah, I do.
One, Grant knows what happened to Copeland.
Check.
Two, Grant knows we know, which means he doesn't care.
- So either, A, he's stupid... - Which he's not.
...or B, he's powerful. Which means he's dangerous.
You see how that works? You see great minds working together?
- Foley and Foley? - Saunders.
Exactly. Foley and Saunders.
You think Grant's right, though, don't you?
- About what? - About me.
I saw the way you were looking at me while he was talking.
Well, Jane, you did choose to represent criminals.
So I chose to become a defense attorney to piss you off?
No, I didn't say that, but let's not sit here and pretend
it's not the cherry on top of the cake.
Nothing I've done is because of you. Why? Because you weren't there.
Hey, look, we both messed this thing up. All right? Let's just call it even.
I believe that's your rental.
- Yeah, but we're not done here. - We're done here.
Go back to Detroit. We'll talk in another five years.
And just so you know, if you had went to therapy,
the parent is always the parent. The child is always the child.
We didn't mess this up. You messed this up. Goodbye.
Okay.
[Billy] You've reached Rosewood Investigations.
Please leave a message.
Hey, Billy, where you at? Call me.
May I help you, sir?
Uh, yes. I'm Nigel Applebottom with Bon Appétit.
- Mmm. - And I was wondering...
You know, to hell with this. I'm just too tired.
Do you have any rooms available?
[typing]
You're in luck. I've got a beautiful resort view room.
- Oh, great. I'll take that. - Wonderful.
The rate is 940 dollars a night plus tax.
I love Beverly Hills.
Your 10:30 is here to see you. Main conference.
Partners want you on this. Oil execs. Spill off the coast of Alaska.
Possible settlement.
- Client requested you personally for this. - Let me call you back. Okay.
Let me call you back. Okay.
- Name? - Red Michaels.
Red Michaels...
Mr. Michaels.
Please call me Red.
What? What are you doing? You said you were leaving town.
Red Michaels never runs from a fight.
[sighs]
I need you to get him out of here. Call security if you have to.
- I'll be in my office. - Hey. Jane.
Take a look at this.
I took that out of Rosewood's diary.
That mean anything to you?
I was there earlier today. They had a lot of security
even for Beverly Hills.
And guess who else was there?
The guys from last night.
Yes. These guys are dangerous, Jane.
Okay, if you don't want me to be with you, fine.
But you gotta at least have a detail. Let me get you a gun.
I've got to talk to Sam. He's not telling me something.
- Why don't you let me talk to him? - Not a chance.
- Why not? - Because you're not a lawyer.
But I look like a lawyer.
You look like you sell iPhone cases to teenagers at the mall.
What?
Look, Jane, this is what I do. This is my life, okay?
One street kid to another, I can get him to talk.
[sighs heavily]
Okay, and then you go to the airport.
I want you out of the city. I want you out of my business. I want you gone.
Deal.
I also want you out of this suit. What is this? Where did you get that?
I got this suit in Hollywood. This suit is fly.
They wanted $50 for this suit. I got it for $39.99.
It's yikes.
For $39.99, this suit is off the chain, Jane.
Hey, that rhymed.
Now, wait a minute, I can't take the thyroid pill with the liver pill?
- Is that right? - [rapping on glass]
Yeah, well, Jesus Christ, Maureen. Relax. I haven't even taken them yet.
And what could go wrong, anyway? My liver's already clinically dead.
Listen, I gotta go.
- That the Copeland file? - Yes it is.
It looks open.
And at this point, it should be Blockbuster Video fucking closed.
I just came from the impound.
Did you know that there was a surveillance camera
installed on Copeland's car?
Doesn't surprise me. Part of an undercover operation.
Right. But no one on the task force was going to let me know about it,
seeing as it's my case?
Detective...
Your extremely high-profile homicide turned out to be a self solver.
So if I were you, I would count my blessings
and stop trying to be so fucking interesting. Got it?
I'm really sorry, sir. But can you just look at it?
- It's not Department issue. - Correct.
Where's the SD card?
Exactly. Your old partner broke into the impound
and then just yesterday, Axel Foley shows up there, and he's poking around.
So it seems to me, sir, that things are getting a little more interesting
all by themselves.
[sighs]
[whispers] Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
[Billy] You've reached Rosewood investigations.
Please leave a message.
[Axel] Voicemail.
Keep trying to come up with a reason why he'd stay off the grid for so long.
- Rosewood doesn't scare easily. - Yeah, that's what has me worried.
[exhales]
We got company again.
It's your boy Bobby back there tailing us.
Not my boy.
Yeah, he is your boy.
I saw you two look at each other back at the station.
So just to be clear, you guys used to be in a relationship and you're not anymore?
Okay, and just to be clear on this, you are still single.
- In fact, I'm a celibate. - Oh, I didn't need to know that.
There are some things I need to say to you
that haven't been said that I think I should say.
- Oh, gosh, is this a speech? - No, it's not a speech.
I'm talking from the heart.
You're my only child, right?
And I've only been a father as long as you've been a daughter.
I'm making this up as we go along. We both are.
When you was five, I was a dad five years.
When you was ten, to when you were 20, and now you're...
- No, go on. Give it a shot. - Well, I know how old you are.
[indistinct radio chatter]
One hundred bucks says, you do not know
- how old your only daughter is. - Excuse me. Is that what you think?
Come on, let's try it. On the count of three. One...
[in Spanish] The Bronco. On the right.
[In Spanish] Take it out.
Two...
[Jane screaming]
[gunfire]
No, no!
[indistinct shouting]
- [gunfire] - [glass shattering]
[shouts, grunts]
[tires screech]
[people screaming]
[grunts]
- [people screaming] - [gunfire]
[yells]
[horn blares]
David 14! Shots fired!
I need backup at Wilshire and Doheny!
[mutters curse in Spanish]
[gasping]
No, no, no!
[people screaming]
[gunman growls]
[grunts]
[small dog barking]
[woman exclaiming]
[dog continues barking]
When I start shooting, stay low and run.
- [gunshot] - [groans]
- [yells] - [barking]
You two okay?
Yeah. You all right?
- [panting] I'm fine. - You okay?
Your birthday is March 24th and you're 32 years old.
[sirens approaching]
[Axel] Hey, nice shot back there.
Thanks. Appreciate it.
If you hadn't have done it, I was about to do it myself.
You have a hard time admitting when you need help, huh?
Are you doing your concerned therapist thing for me?
I'm just saying, maybe that has something to do
with your strained relationship with Jane.
Hey, you don't know anything about my relationship with Jane, all right?
So, what about your relationship with Jane?
We don't have one. She broke it off with me.
And I'm not afraid to say that. She ended it, but you want to know why?
- I got a lot of ideas. - She said she couldn't date a cop.
Who were these guys?
Cartel kill crew out of Adelanto.
Bunch of them got arrested here back in October.
Let me guess, Rosewood made the arrests.
Yeah. Case went nowhere. Charges dropped for lack of evidence.
Because the supervisor on the case was Grant.
- How do you know that? - Foley! Get your ass in here.
Excuse me.
Suddenly, these-- these gangsters came at us with assault weapons.
I couldn't believe it! In Beverly Hills!
And Manolo saved the day.
- He barked... - Taggart, I know you're pissed
but I think you might want to take a look at this.
You know what I think?
I think three days ago, I was feeling pretty goddamn good.
Hell, I was only waking up three or four times a night to take a piss.
And today, my blood pressure's up 40 points.
Well, your skin looks fantastic. Whatever you're doing is working.
Oh, shit.
- Billy worked months on this case. - Yeah, the same guys.
They should have been locked up, but they walked.
Well, we tested the dope. It was powder.
Billy accused Grant of swapping out the real shit.
Swore up and down Grant was dirty.
I told him, "Hey, it doesn't add up."
But you know Billy. He wouldn't let it go.
Ended up pissing a lot of people off.
Well, it comes with the job if you're doing it right.
Well, he ended up turning in his badge over it.
Blamed me for not having his back.
But look, I know Grant.
He's good police.
I trained him, for Christ's sake.
He was my boot, when I was still pushing a black and white.
And Billy was your partner for 30 years.
And he's in fucking trouble now, Taggart.
Hey, come on, man.
Hey, wait a minute.
Are you part of this shit, man?
How could you even ask me that?
After four decades of friendship?
- What do you want from me, Axel? - I want you to start being a cop again.
Get out of my fucking office now.
Go back to fucking Detroit where you belong!
Abbott!
God damn it! Come here! What is this shit?
You're turning Beverly Hills into goddamn Ciudad Juarez.
It was an ambush. What was I supposed to do?
You're suspended. Without pay.
Pending an investigation on your handling of the Copeland homicide.
Turn in your badge and your gun. Now!
I guess you don't want to solve this one, huh, Chief?
You just want to manage it.
Son of a bitch.
- What did he say? - We're on our own.
And you seriously don't want to give it up?
After what just happened?
I know that was scary.
But from my experience, Jane, that means we're getting close.
Close to what?
I'm a lawyer, not a cop. I don't do shootouts.
Nobody else is gonna help your client, and nobody else is going to find Rosewood.
We're it.
Well that's almost true, except it's my case.
I happen to have some free time on my hands now.
- Suspended? - Yeah.
- Let me guess. It's your first time? - Yes, it is.
Well, congratulations. I do some of my best work when I'm suspended.
Yeah, I'm really thrilled to be here. Now, what else haven't you told me?
Chamomile?
Thank you.
How you feeling?
[inhales deeply]
[sharp exhale] Um... I'm okay.
- [laughs] - Why?
Today was a lot. I'm just checking on you.
Hey! Where's all the sugar in this place?
I'll get it for you.
All right. So, I pulled a favor
and found out the house was bought last August, all cash.
You know where the sugar drawer is and everything, huh?
Very comfortable here.
Maybe a little too comfortable.
Who bought the house?
A trust called Ocean Equities, LLC.
They bought and sold a bunch of high-end houses over the last five years.
Their bank account's at the Century City branch,
Financiero Culiacán.
Culiacán. Well, that's definitely the cartel laundering their drug money.
What does this have to do with Copeland's murder?
That is unclear.
No, it's not. Rosewood knew something was up with that house.
The house next door is for sale. I noticed that when I was casing it.
We get in there and maybe I could sneak over.
That sounds legal.
All right. So, the house is available to show.
Appointment only.
I think I know somebody that can get us in.
["Milkshake" by Kelis playing]
♪ My milkshake brings All the boys to the yard ♪
♪ And they're like It's better than yours ♪
♪ Damn right, it's better than yours ♪
♪ I can teach you But I have to charge ♪
[switches off music]
Ach-well!
[laughing] Hey, Serge!
- Hey! Hey good to... - [smooching]
Okay, all right. All right, okay.
Look, this is Jane. Remember Jane?
This... This cannot be Jane.
[Axel] That's Jane.
She's so gorgeous! Do you even remember me?
You're impossible to forget, Serge.
- And this is Bobby. - Detective Abbott.
Oh, eh... it's what?
Detective Abbott.
Hab-at?
A... A habit? Habity?
- Abbott. - Abbott.
Ah, Abbot. Abbot. Abbot?
Abbott. Detective Abbott. Ab. Butt.
Serge. Ah...
- What? - Ahh... mmmm.
- [Jane] Mm? - [Serge] Mmm...
I feel...
I feel the... the chemistry.
- You feel what? - The chemistry between the two...
- The chemist-tray? - The negative and the magnetism?
Ah! Uh, the chemistry!
- [Serge] How long have you been together? - Oh, no. [chuckles] We're not together.
Anymore.
I'm on an undercover mission with Ach-well Foley and I'm so happy.
Ach-well, those two look so cute together. So hot.
They're like two little tee-tee muhng-kees.
Like two little what?
Tee-tee muhng-kees.
- Titty monkeys? - They mate for life.
[Axel] Them monkeys don't sound right.
Maybe you should come up with some other shit than titty monkeys.
You can't be calling Black folks monkeys.
Even with that accent, you'll get fucked up.
Serge. Oh, my God! You look fantastic!
[Serge] Shut up! You do!
- You shut up! - Shut up!
- Shut up!
Y'all both need to shut up.
[laughing] And who's this?
These are my clients that I told you about.
The absolutely astounding couple.
Thank you so much for fitting us in.
I'm Jacqueline and this is my husband, Chad.
And this is the very, very rich and successful father-in-law.
Oh, well, hello, Daddy. [laughs]
Oh, so what are you in the market for?
Oh, just trying to find the perfect place for my girl and her little man.
[woman] Tsk! Aw...
And I don't want to talk out of school, but...
maybe Jackie you want to tell her.
- Tell her what? - That you're pregnant.
[woman gasps]
- I'm gonna be a grandfather! - Grandpappy Ach-well!
Oh, "Grandpapa."
- Pappy is more playful. - But Papa's better.
Well, children are such a gift. Yeah. Unless they're not.
My own kid's a bit of a loser.
I mean he's four, but you can already tell.
- Oh. - Yeah, you can tell.
Glasses, the whole thing. Yeah.
Isn't it so chic?
My God, these columns are bitchy.
Okay, so we have eight bedrooms, ten bathrooms, a pool, a spa, a sauna...
- Wait, how many bathrooms did you say? - Ten.
- Get the fuck out of here. - No, I cannot! It's important.
Because when you have parties then you have place to have sex.
- Love parties. - When were you last at a party like that?
- Last night. - Get the fuck out of here.
No, I cannot. Because I am tired, I need sauna.
We should all do a sauna together. Wouldn't that be cute?
Why don't you take these two lovebirds and show them the sauna and make it hot.
And I have to go call my banker.
Meet up with us. [giggles]
You guys are adorable. I honestly kind of hate it.
[laughs] No, I'm happy for you.
I love love and happiness. All that shit.
This house rules, right?
- Yeah. - It's... It's a dream.
- Do you guys like bathrooms? - [Jane] We use them.
[woman] Totally. Same.
I'm single.
- [Jane] Oh. - No.
Yeah. I mean, I've been dating someone,
but I found out he'd been secretly taking pictures of my feet
and selling them on the Internet.
- What? - So, we're figuring it out. Yeah.
Ooh, check out this walk-in.
[phone camera clicks]
Do you think the people who used to live here actually liked this house?
Yeah, I think they were like,
"Let's keep it interesting.
Let's do a little taupe and a little more taupe
- and a little baroque and a little taupe. - [chuckles]
And if you don't like it, see yourself out my Caucasian door."
[laughs]
Oh, my God! You do accents.
I'm so sorry. My wife is just passionate about interior design.
Oh, my goodness. "Wife." I keep forgetting. Come here.
- [Axel] Okay. - [woman] You guys.
[Axel] All done.
So, Ashley.
So, Axel. [laughs]
Oh, wait. Oh, my God.
Axel? Ashley?
Together, we'd be, "Actually."
[giggles]
Are you gonna buy the house?
Yeah, this house isn't going to work for us.
No, we're not gonna buy the house. It's actually horrible.
Let's get going.
- Got some other things to look at. - [Ashley] Yeah.
- Thank you so much. - [Ashley] Ugh, I don't like it either.
- I do like the ceiling. - It's such a gross house.
I hate it so much. No, it's fine. Yeah.
[cell phone ringing]
Yeah, what's up?
We got a problem. Foley was just at the house.
Jesus Christ! I told you about this guy.
Should we call our Sinaloan friends?
No, we don't need any more bodies.
We need that goddamned SD card.
I'll handle it myself.
One of the black Navigators was hidden under a tarp.
This paint transfer comes from impact with Copeland's car.
And I found this.
I've seen these.
The military uses these to disrupt cell signals
so they can't trigger IEDs.
Or call for help.
- Your guy was telling the truth. - So, it's over.
We're finished.
It's finished for you, not for me. I still gotta go back to Taggart.
Go back to Taggart with what?
Some sketchy real estate deals and a couple of paint chips?
Look, by now Grant knows that we was at the mansion
and that the car's been moved already.
You wanna nail Grant, we gotta find that SD card.
And the only one that knows where that is, is Billy.
Grant wasn't my target.
I'm not chasing a killer.
I was chasing reasonable doubt in Sam's case, which I have.
Well, what about Sam's uncle? What's that guy's name? Chalino?
Chalino, yeah. He might talk to us
because Grant is trying to pin a murder on his nephew.
Do you guys even hear yourselves right now?
I'll be suspended. You have no jurisdiction. No backup.
It's time to use the law.
Bullshit. We gotta try to talk to this Chalino,
and we gotta try to find Rosewood. We gotta do something.
I'm so stupid.
This wasn't about me.
This wasn't about my case. This was about you.
Hey, I came to town because I was worried about your ass.
You came for the action. This is what you always do.
You ride into town and you try to play big hero.
Classic Axel Foley.
Look, I wanted to be a bigger part of your life.
I did and I tried.
- How did you try? - You pushed me away.
And you always gave up. You didn't fight. I am your daughter.
The only thing you've ever fought for is your job.
Look, obviously, I've never been a father before. But...
So it means whatever you're about to say is irrelevant.
I can tell you that when my dad
moved me and my family to Beverly Hills from Chicago when I was a kid,
- I was so pissed at him. - [laughs]
- You grew up in Beverly Hills? - Technically. Yes.
- What? - Okay. Now it's all coming into focus.
Beverly Hills Bobby.
Look, I don't know why your daughter seems to hate you so much,
but I can tell you why I hated my dad. It's because he was selfish.
Moved us out here. We didn't even want to come.
And then he leaves my mom within the year.
And he couldn't even see the toll it took on us until recently,
just a couple years ago. He called me up, asked if he could come over.
He looked me right in the eye and he apologized.
Meant a lot.
I don't owe nobody no apology, all right?
Jane is the one that shut me out of her life.
Not the other way around.
[Bobby] Talked to a buddy that works down here.
He said Chalino's whole operation is based out of this place.
So, these guys are gonna be armed.
You nervous?
Sure. I mean, I'm fine.
But I think it's healthy to be a little bit nervous
walking into a bar full of guns.
[men chattering]
You're not nervous at all?
Bobby, I'm from Detroit.
For me, this is like going to Buffalo Wild Wings.
[Spanish version of "Maneater" by Hall & Oates playing]
[man singing onstage] ♪ Ooooh ♪
♪ Oh, ella vendrá ♪
♪ Mira bien, te comerá ♪
♪ Oh, ella vendrá ♪
♪ She's a maneater ♪
This is nothing like Buffalo Wild Wings.
♪ Mira, mira ♪
♪ Oooh, oh, ella vendrá ♪
- [waiter] What can I get you? - Two beers?
♪ Devoradora ♪
♪ Oh, ella vendrá ♪
♪ Mira bien ♪
♪ Oooh ♪
You see him in here?
♪ Oh, ella vendrá ♪
♪ She's a maneater ♪
That's Chalino?
- Here you go. - Thank you.
- ♪ Ooooh ♪ - [cheers and applause]
Well, he's a performer.
[Bobby] Mm-hm.
Well, you know what every performer needs?
What?
To feel appreciated.
- No. - Yeah.
- No, no. No, no. Don't! Don't! - Bravo!
[Axel clapping and cheering]
Chalino! Chalino! Oh, my God!
That is the best version of whatever that was I ever heard.
You got a voice like an angel, man.
You need to share your voice with the world.
Hey, you really want to fuck with me, man?
Talking this bullshit? What the fuck...
We're here because we know your nephew, Sam, is being set up.
He's about to go away for life for a murder he didn't commit.
Right? So, we come with an offer. We can help get your nephew off.
Perfect, Papi. I'll fucking take it.
Now turn around and march your ass out.
Okay, but you need to help us put away Grant.
Oh!
Did you hear that? You see what I'm talking about?
These guys are cops, okay?
Can you believe these fucking guys
coming in here acting like we're fucking homies?
Huh?
Give me one fucking good reason why I should trust you.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
My daughter represents your nephew.
They tried to take her out too.
- Beverly Hills lawyer is your daughter? - Yeah. They nearly killed her.
That's why I want Grant. I want him out.
We get Grant, and Sam goes free.
Everybody wins.
Today's your lucky day. Come here. I wanna talk to you.
Okay! Time to get up! This is my fucking spot.
So, how does this work with Grant?
Grant. Grant is the top dog, Papi.
Top dog, okay?
He got dirty cops working with him,
protecting the cartel's interests. Shh.
Drugs. The cartel's interests are drugs. You're a drug runner.
I'm more than that, okay? Don't limit me.
I'm layered and I'm complex.
All right relax, we see that you're layered.
- Like a beautiful onion. - Mm. With glitter.
You're a great singer.
Hey, why did Grant kill Copeland?
[whispering] He was gonna go clean.
Plus, I heard he was talking to some white boy PI.
Rosewood.
What happened to that guy?
[gasping] Oh. The PI?
They caught him sniffing around the east basin of the port.
Where they bring in the drugs.
And... come here, come here...
[whispers] That's all I'm gonna say.
- We gotta get to the port. - Yeah, if I were you I would hurry,
because the last shipment's going out tonight
because there's a lot of heat.
Thanks for the information.
You got it. But whoa, whoa, whoa...
One more thing.
Fuck me over,
I'm gonna have my homies roll up on you.
Especially you.
You don't want that.
Good luck.
[Axel] Okay. Now, you remember the other day
you was talking about being honest about how you feel?
Yeah.
I want you to be honest with me right now.
Okay.
When he had that gun to your head, did you shit on yourself?
- [cracking up] - 'Cause I heard a sound.
A squirt-ish noise, followed by an odd expression
and I looked at--
- Hands! Hands! - [siren chirping]
Let me see your hands!
- Hey, what the fuck? - Hands on the car! Now!
All right. All right!
[indistinct chatter]
[Grant] What is this?
Officer Abbott, this is not good.
It's a set up. It's a fucking set up. You--
- [yells in pain] - No, no, no, no. Listen-- [grunts]
Yikes.
[door opens]
I'm disappointed in you, Axel.
We're supposed to be fighting the War on Drugs, not participating.
You've seen too many movies, Grant. That shit will never fly in court.
But you don't need it to, do you?
You can just keep us locked up here in County,
and you pay a couple of your deputies
to dump us off at the pier and end of story, right?
You know, you and I?
We're way more alike than you may realize.
We both...
we'll do whatever it takes to set things right.
Hey, I want to ask you something.
Do you ever listen to the stuff that comes out of your mouth?
Because that is some high level Class A deluxe bullshit you're talking.
Hey, you ever been shot in the line of duty?
Yes, I have been shot.
Ah. Let me show you something.
Asshole almost broke my fibula.
I thought I was never gonna walk again.
And you know what I got for that?
A pat on the back and a ribbon.
A fucking ribbon.
What you think the cartel is going to give you?
A fucking 401K and a timeshare in Boca?
I can't even afford to live in the city that I got shot in.
How is that for justice?
I didn't get no ribbon when I got shot.
What kind of ribbon was it?
I almost admire you, Axel.
Still out here on these streets, running and gunning,
and after everything that the job cost you.
How's Jane, by the way?
[cell phone ringing]
Yeah?
[woman] Chief? Renee Minnick, sir.
My partner and I work weekend watch patrol.
Well, congratulations. We're very proud of you.
Johnny, what the heck?
Come and help me clean this mess up.
Not now, Maureen! For Christ's sake! Can't you see I'm working out?
Sir, is everything okay?
Yeah, it's fine. Just don't ever get married, all right?
- What do you want? - Well, in case you weren't aware,
Captain Grant just arrested Foley and Detective Abbott on cocaine possession.
Cocaine?
Grant busted Foley?
You gotta be out of your mind.
Christ's sake.
The fuck?
Shit. [yelps]
You watch too many movies.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[low voice] Detective Abbott.
What the fuck?
I told you. Misspent youth.
- [keys jingling] - [cuffs clicking]
[groans] Wait, what are we doing?
Shh! Come on.
- This way. - [elevator dings]
Shit.
They're in M-20.
- You're just gonna wait for the elevator? - [guard] Shit, they're gone!
- [alarm wailing] - [guard] Lock it down!
- Call for backup! - Shit.
- Hey! - What?
What the fuck?
What? Where are you going?
Just follow me.
- Wait. Wait. Wait, wait, wait. - Come on!
No. Why would we go to the roof? This makes no sense.
Because this is on the roof.
No. No, we cannot do this.
I can't do this. This is a bad idea.
I think you're being a touch negative, because men are trying to kill us, Bobby,
and you're a helicopter pilot.
And I'm pretty sure that's a fucking helicopter.
- Shall we? - [sighs]
Fuck!
Ahhh!
What the fuck, "Ahh"? Get your ass in the helicopter.
- [people yelling] - [alarm blaring]
We had it locked down in seconds. There's no way they got outside.
- So, they're still in the building? - Yes, sir.
- What are you doing? We gotta move now. - Okay. Yep.
[motor powering up]
Faster! Shit, this ain't Spirit Airlines.
- Let's go! Let's go! - [exhales deeply]
This shit is supposed to be like riding a bike!
You're supposed to get right in there and know how to do this shit.
You was trained. You can do this. Get going, man. We got to go!
Please, just shut the fuck up. I'm trying to concentrate.
[engines whining]
Gimme this.
All units, be advised. They're on the goddamn roof.
It's taking off. Go, go, go! Go!
Fuck, man! I thought you was supposed to be an elite pilot.
I was a pilot. But as you pointed out, I'm not a pilot anymore.
[officer] Watch it.
- Man, you look nervous. - I am nervous.
Well, why are you so damn nervous?
I crashed a fucking helicopter, okay? Got in my head. I haven't flown since.
- That's why I left LAPD. - What? Wait...
[officer] Set it down!
- Hey! Shit! - Shit!
- [Axel and Bobby screaming] - Oh, shit.
- [Axel screaming] - [Bobby grunting]
[people screaming]
You fucking crashed a helicopter and I'm just finding out that just now?
I'm sorry, I didn't realize the plan was gonna be to steal a chopper
off the rooftop of a fucking police station!
I didn't realize that you were so fucked up at flying helicopters.
Otherwise, I would have came up with a different idea.
I told you it was a bad idea!
[horn blaring]
[tires skidding]
- Shit! - What?
They're under the radar ceiling. We need to track them from the ground.
Heading westbound.
[chopper approaching]
Oh!
- What the fuck? - Will you just shut the fuck up right now?
- [Axel] Oh, Jesus! - [Bobby] Shut up!
[siren wailing]
What the fuck are these guys doing?
[voice amplified] Pull over! I mean, land!
It's Grant!
- Oh, shit! - He's shooting at us!
- I'm about to pass out right now. - No. No, you ain't!
Hey! Hey!
- Oh, God! - Hey!
- Man, what the hell? - Fly this fucking helicopter, right now!
- Get that gun out of my face! - I will shoot you in your face
- if you don't fly this helicopter. - Fuck!
I will shoot you then I'mma shoot myself
because I ain't dying in no helicopter crash.
Hey, what the fuck? Hey!
[people shrieking]
All units, be advised.
They're heading towards BHPD.
I'm gonna put this thing down.
- Here? - Yeah.
Jesus Christ!
Foley! You gotta be shitting me! You stole a fucking helicopter?
[panicked yelling]
Grant!
Grant back there!
Fuck!
Shit, he hit us!
All right, hang on!
[both screaming]
- I don't have my rotor! - What?
- He shot my rotor off! - You have another one?
- [Axel] Shit! - [Bobby] Shit! Fuck!
- [Bobby] Can you be quiet please? - Oh, shit!
- I'm just gonna come down hard right now. - What?
A hard landing!
[both screaming]
[exclaims]
- Shit! - Please do not talk right now.
No, that was good.
That was-- that was way better than I would have did.
Not much better though.
But way worse than a real pilot would have did.
Come on, we gotta go.
Hey! Excuse me,
what the hell's going on?
This is private property.
We, uh... We got a little problem back here.
Uh, somebody's still trapped in the helicopter.
Yeah, I'd love to help you guys. Seriously, I would.
But listen, you put me in a pretty tight place here.
Legally speaking. So...
To hell with all that, man! A person is dying back there.
You gotta do something, now!
Shit! Okay. All right. Look, I gotta call my attorney
And my-- my caddie will do it. Hey, Davis! Come here. Come on.
- Davis, save us! Help us, Davis. - Come on.
There's an old lady in there, stuck in the helicopter, in the back.
[golfer] Be a hero.
Hold your breath. Hold your breath.
Get a lady out. Get a lady out.
Hey! Hey! Come on! What are you doing?
Yeah, we gotta get the hell out of here.
Hang back. I'm gonna get us a car.
Grand theft, why not?
Hey, brother! I'm gonna be real with you.
We're detectives and we need to borrow a car real quick
cause we're in the middle of a case and it's an emergency.
- Let me see some ID. - Well, actually I don't have no ID.
It's a long story, they trying to frame us but come on, help a brother out.
Look, I feel you. I do, brother. I really do.
- So you'll lend me a car? - Fuck no!
I've been working here ten years, brother, okay?
What you want me to do? Huh?
[stammering] You want me to just give you a free car 'cause we're brothers?
Yeah, brother to brother. A brother's in trouble. A brother's in distress.
Yeah, but no. So, I lose my job. What we-- But we cool though right?
- That's all good? - Yes, we're brothers! Come on.
I got three kids and a Labradoodle. He need hip surgery. That's $43,000.
I need to pay for that with this goddamn job.
Oh, come on, brother. This is an emergency, brother.
[mocking] "I'm your brother." What? Are we at a cookout, nigga? What?
- You a good man. - I know I'm a good man.
You care about your family and your dog. But we in trouble right now.
- Brother, come help a brother out. - Yeah.
[British accent] Mrs. Weinstein, how you doing?
Leave it right there. I'll be right over.
[normal voice] No!
- That's how you gonna do it. - That's called a code switch.
- Oh, you one of them code switch niggas? - [in accent] Hello, good to see you!
Is this what you meant by hanging back?
Well, okay, Detective Abbott.
- [car alarm chirps] - Ah!
Hey, Uncle John.
Can you chat?
Grant arrested them?
Yeah, then they escaped.
I got an APB out on the two of them,
but I don't know who Grant's got in his pocket.
- Mm. - Billy was right about him all along.
I should have listened to him.
Your dad hasn't checked in with you, has he?
Shit.
I said some things I shouldn't have said. It wasn't good.
Stop. He can't always express it, but he cares about you more than anything.
- [Axel] It's Axel. Leave a message. - [beeps]
[Jane] Hi, I really need to talk to you.
I said some things.
Just call me back, I promise I'll answer.
[car alarm chirps]
- [gun cocks] - [gasps]
Drive.
[Axel] You know, your boy Chalino could've been more specific about the location.
- You think he was lying? - I don't know. We got to keep looking.
Hey, what's all this stuff?
[indistinct shouting]
Yo.
That's the truck that came out of the cartel mansion.
Those guys do not look like union workers.
They most certainly do not.
Hey, that's Rosewood's car right there.
That blue one with the-- That little top shit on it. Come on.
[men speaking Spanish]
All right. Come here.
Yeah, come here.
I'll tell you where the SD card is.
I hid the SD card...
in a little place called...
"Go fuck yourselves."
[men grunting]
- What took you so long? - Sightseeing. I love LA this time of year.
Something about the smog and the smoke
from the forest fires is magical.
[painful chuckle] Don't make me laugh.
- Detective Bobby Abbott. - Hey. Billy Rosewood.
Yeah, I know. We gotta move quick.
They're almost done loading the rest of the dope onto the last truck.
Oooh...
You can never have too much firepower.
Billy Rosewood. I missed you, buddy.
[chatter in Spanish]
[engine cranks, starts]
[men shouting in Spanish]
[tires screeching]
[shouting]
[gunfire continues]
[tires squealing]
Shit.
[screams]
Where the hell did you hide that SD card?
In my Rambo knife. In my office.
[Axel] We gotta tell Jane.
[line ringing]
Jane.
Hello, Axel.
- Grant? - Yep.
Hey, where is she?
Jane? Oh, Jane. Jane's fine.
You know, she's not making it easy on me.
Hey, why don't you do me a big fat chubby, chubby favor,
and bring me that SD card and that truck before I do something that I might regret.
Where is she?
We're at the Sunset Point Warehouse on Alameda.
You have one hour.
Tell the cartel not to kill them
till I get that SD card, and shut this place down.
Hey. Get your guys to break everything down.
[issuing command in Spanish]
[all chattering in Spanish]
He's got Jane.
[man] I know you said no gifts.
- Oh, that is so sweet. - [laughter]
Oh. Depends.
- That means a lot. - [phone buzzing]
Thank you everybody. Hello?
[Axel] Hey, Jeffrey.
Foley, please tell me you didn't get arrested again.
- Twice, but I broke out. - You're fucking with me, right?
I need you to track Jane's phone. I need to confirm where she is.
- Okay. You're not fucking with me. - Jeffrey. She's in trouble.
Okay, 738 Beverly Crest.
[Axel] That motherfucker's lying. She's at that mansion.
Her phone is still on. It hasn't moved in a while.
Okay, call me if it does.
Yeah. Yeah. Axel...
You stay safe.
Yeah. Okay.
"Stay safe." He wants me to stay safe.
- Y'all safe? Everybody safe? - I'm good.
There's no seat belt in the middle.
Fuck a seatbelt! We're on the edge!
[Billy] We're gonna need some backup.
Uh, we're fugitives driving a truck full of cocaine.
I don't think it's a good idea to call for backup.
[engine roaring]
["Here We Go!" by Lil Nas X playing]
♪ Tell 'em move around move around When the king come around ♪
- [honks horn] - What are you doing?
♪ Oh, here we go ♪
♪ Tell 'em all-- oh, oh, oh ♪
Whoa! What the hell are you doing?
I'm getting us some backup.
God, I missed you, Axel.
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
[sirens wailing]
♪ Lamborghini, boulevard ♪
♪ Life a race, all my niggas screaming "On your marks" ♪
♪ They thought we was finished But we at the start ♪
♪ They thought we was finished... ♪
Never been on this end of a pursuit before.
It's an acquired taste.
♪ Move around when the king come around ♪
Has he taken you to a strip club yet?
No, I never took him-- He's not--
- I'm not taking him to the strip club. - [Billy laughs]
Why not?
♪ Tell them make room Tell 'em make a way ♪
He's had intercourse with my child.
This is awkward.
♪ Tell them play it safe 'Cause we don't play at all ♪
♪ Tell them boys they better move ♪
♪ Tell them don't die tryin' to catch us ♪
♪ Could go a million miles Wouldn't catch up ♪
- [yelling] - ♪ Move, tell them just move ♪
- ♪ Tell them just move, move ♪ - Whoa! Watch it!
♪ Move ♪
- [man yells] - [tires screeching]
[laughing] Taggart's gonna shit.
I guess there goes our back up.
- [Grant] How much time are we looking at? - [henchman] Ten minutes.
- [tapping spoon] - [sniffs]
What's the plan, Captain?
Get the SD card, kill my father?
Everything goes away?
Oh, that's very clever. Must be the Foley in you.
You know what my biggest issue was with my father?
His maniacal focus. Drove me insane.
He was relentless. Ironically, that's your biggest issue right now.
Good luck, asshole.
Oh, I don't need luck, baby cakes.
See, I control the narrative.
Enriquez, Copeland, Rosewood, Foley.
There's only one loose end.
And that's you.
Now, when people hear that your dad was killed by the cartel
that's gonna be so easy to believe, because they're gonna say,
"Hey, Axel Foley, shit. I can't believe he lasted this long."
[sniffs] But his squeaky-clean daughter, Jane Saunders?
What do you think happened? Maybe she was speeding down Mulholland
racing to get to the police station to find out what happened to Pops,
and she took a turn just a little too fast,
and went sailing right off a cliff
with no tow truck cable to catch her this time. Huh?
[tires squealing]
[shrieks]
[gunfire]
[gunfire continues]
[exclaiming]
- [men shouting] - [truck horn blaring]
Good luck.
Keep an eye on her.
[yelling]
[exclaiming]
[grunts]
Upstairs!
Go, go! I'll cover you!
Drop your weapons!
[siren wailing]
Goddamn, Foley. Here we go again.
[men shouting, indistinct]
[grunting]
[screaming in pain]
[men shouting faintly]
[shouting in Spanish]
[gunfire]
[gun clicking]
- [henchman] He's out of bullets! - Shit.
[attacking yell]
[yelling]
- Come on, you cocksucker! - [groans]
[Billy] Taggart!
Jesus Christ, Billy! You look like shit!
Well they've been torturing me for two days.
- What's your excuse? - Here!
- What am I supposed to do with that? - Shoot bad guys!
- [gunfire] - [bullets pinging]
We don't have to do it right now, but at some point I'd like an apology.
Jesus Christ, Billy.
I just saved your life, and I'm about to die for you.
It would just be nice to hear the words.
[bullets pinging]
You know what? Fuck these guys.
Let's just mow 'em down on the count of three.
Two problems with that plan, Billy.
One, you're a fucking lunatic. And two, I don't think I can get up.
- [shouts] - [grunts]
Drop your weapons!
Jesus Christ! Some things never change.
[distant gunfire, shouting]
[woman whimpering]
[man] Silva! Get over here!
[shouting, gunfire continue]
[grunts, screams]
[Jane grunts]
[attacking yell]
[pained grunts]
Where is she?
Axel Foley, you are a true son of a bitch, aren't you?
And I mean that as the highest of compliments.
Jane!
[chuckling] Hey, what are we doing here man, huh?
Just a couple of lonely old cops, right?
What are we gonna do? Kill each other? What's the point in that?
Put your gun down.
Okay.
You know, I lost my family.
Wife divorced me.
Kids won't even speak to me. And for what?
Ain't nobody trying to hear that shit you talking.
You're not a cop. You're a criminal!
[echoing] Jane!
[bullet thudding]
[echoing yell]
[echoing] Dad!
[crying] Oh, no, no, no.
You're gonna be okay.
[overlapping chatter]
I should have had your back before, Billy.
No shit.
Come here.
No. Okay. Enough, enough.
You're so tense.
It's my back.
Oh, shit. Axel.
[paramedic] Miss, please.
You're gonna have to meet us at the hospital. Okay?
He's gonna be all right.
[faint traffic hum]
[man] You have a choice for lunch.
Either meatloaf and fritters or...
Oh. Actually, that's it.
Fritters, is it like a corn fritter or something?
It just says "fritters."
[male doctor] It's only been a few days
and while we're seeing signs of improvement,
he's gonna be in here for a while.
- Can I see him? - Second floor.
Thank you so much.
Hi, what would you like today?
Can I get a medium-well burger and some fries and a vanilla shake?
Got it. Thank you.
- Thank you. - Mm-hm.
Thought I'd find you here.
Hey...
- Oh... - Mmm...
- You want something to eat? - I'm good.
How are you?
Outstanding. I don't feel nothing dripping or anything.
So I'm okay.
What'd I miss?
Captain Grant and five others, DOA.
Uh, three perps are in the hospital, under watch.
And your client?
The judge got the SD card. District Attorney dropped all charges.
You're welcome.
[pained groan]
You sure you're okay?
- You know we gotta go back. - Yeah, I'm fine. I'm good.
Look, let me say something to you. You were right.
When you said that a parent's always a parent
and a child's always a child.
That's real shit. And...
I really messed that up.
And I'm sorry.
Well...
you know when you said you've...
you've been a father as long as I've been a daughter?
I've never thought about it like that.
And yes, the parent does bear the responsibility,
but I'm an adult now, too.
Well, do I get another shot at it?
[chuckles]
Here's the deal. First, get well.
Two, when you do call me, we'll talk.
And I don't know. Maybe you stay longer.
You always say they love you in Beverly Hills.
Okay, that's a deal.
I am very, very proud of you, Jane.
I really am.
Let's get you back, Dad.
Okay, cool. "Dad." I like it. I love it. I love it! Yeah!
- Will you help me up off the stool here? - Yes.
Lot easier to sit down than it is to get up. Just...
[groaning] There we go.
"Dad." You know, "Dad" is just a syllable away from "Daddy."
Oh, look at you. Here you go.
Yeah, that's almost-- Look, get your pocketbook.
"Pocketbook." I suddenly see my future.
- What? - You just turned into an 83-year-old.
Well, I was recently shot, that's why I'm walking like--
Don't get it twisted.
[Jane] You know, you didn't have to get shot for us to hang out, right?
[Axel] No, but it helped, though. You can admit that, right?
- [horn honking] - [driver shouting angrily]
You know, if I didn't get shot
we wouldn't be walking across the street together right now.
[Jane] Just promise not to leave again.
Sarge, can I ask you something personal?
No.
How often do you and Maureen make love?
Billy, what the fuck?
It's good for the marriage.
Get out. Get out of the car right now. Get out.
- [Axel] Hey! - Hey!
- Jesus! - Oh!
You two are the worst fucking surveillance team
- that ever lived. - [John sighing]
- Ever lived. - Holy shit.
It's only been a week. You're supposed to be resting in the goddamn hospital.
Yeah, I know, and y'all supposed to be out here watching
to make sure I don't get the hell out of here, right?
- Jane put y'all up to this, didn't she? - We're worried about you.
Don't be worried about me. I'm fine.
I just had to get from up there for a second.
Look, up there is nothing but a bunch of old sick people.
Everybody's hacking and coughing and moaning and groaning and shit.
You would fit in perfect up here, Taggart.
- Leave me out of this, all right? - Look, man. I just want to go get a steak.
- I'm starving. - No.
What do you mean, "No?" I just been eating this hospital food...
- Axel. No. No way. - ...for a week and I need some real food.
What? I'm not trying to start no shit. I just want a steak.
Let's go. Come on, man. Look, you know me.
You understand me. You know, I need this, man.
Don't do it, Billy.
Sarge. We both know I'm gonna do it.
- [car starts] - Oh, fuck it. Let's get a porterhouse.
- Now we're talking. - Not getting any younger, you know?
- Come on, let's do this. - Not one word to Jane.
- And that's an order. - No.
- Hell no. No. - Not one word to Jane.
This is gonna be fantastic. Trust me.
["Here We Go!" by Lil Nas X playing]
♪ Swerve that SRT ♪
♪ You know I whip it ♪
♪ Lamborghini, boulevard ♪
♪ Life a race, all my niggas screaming "On your marks" ♪
♪ They thought we was finished But we at the start ♪
♪ Oh, here we go ♪
♪ Tell em move around, move around When the king come around here ♪
♪ Oh, here we go ♪
♪ Tell em move-- oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Tell them boys they better move Tell them make room ♪
♪ Tell them make a way Tell them make a hole ♪
♪ Tell them boys they better hide Tell them lay low ♪
♪ Tell them play it safe 'Cause we don't play at all ♪
♪ Tell them boys you better move ♪
♪ And tell them don't die Tryin' to catch us ♪
♪ Could go a million miles Wouldn't catch up ♪
♪ Move, tell em just move ♪
♪ Tell em just move, move ♪
♪ Move ♪
♪ I'm living a life And I don't wanna die ♪
♪ They tryna get even I'm beating the odds ♪
♪ They playin' it safe I'm playin it smart ♪
♪ I swear to God hand on my heart I'm finna shit on these boys ♪
♪ Back in that, back in that race Swerving that wheel with my right hand ♪
♪ I speed on your block like it's I-10 Don't tell me I can't nigga, I can ♪
♪ No if and on my end I'm Hudson, I'm Lightning ♪
♪ "Them boys faster than you" Nigga, who? ♪
♪ Tell them boys they better move Tell them make room ♪
♪ Tell them make a way Tell them make a hole ♪
♪ Tell them boys they better hide Tell them lay low ♪
♪ Tell them play it safe 'Cause we don't play at all ♪
♪ Tell them boys you better move ♪
♪ And tell them don't die Tryin' to catch us ♪
♪ Could go a million miles Wouldn't catch up ♪
♪ Move, tell em just move ♪
♪ Tell em just move, move ♪
♪ Move ♪
♪ There's a boy inside me And one day he's gonna go ♪
♪ Somewhere that nobody's Ever, ever been before ♪
♪ Oh, here we go ♪
♪ Tell them move around move around When the king come around here ♪
♪ Oh, here we go ♪
♪ Tell them move around move around When the king come around here ♪
♪ Move, tell them make room ♪
♪ Tell them make a way Tell them make a hole ♪
♪ Tell them boys they better hide Tell them lay low ♪
♪ Tell them play it safe 'Cause we don't play at all ♪
♪ Tell them boys you better move ♪
♪ And tell them don't die Tryin' to catch us ♪
♪ Could go a million miles Wouldn't catch up ♪
♪ Move, tell em just move ♪
♪ Tell em just move, move ♪
♪ Move ♪
[song ends]