Lethal Weapon

Guys.

Guys!

Guys, guys, guys,

guys, guys, guys.

Hello, neighbor.

Hello. Look...

I'm not one

to, you know, put the brakes on a party,

but, uh, well, it's early and, uh,

you guys can't play or sing, so...

Too early?

No way, man.

It is never too early to rock.

Super fun!

Right. This is my wolves.

Uh, amazing.

Uh... well, as you can

tell, uh...

this part of the beach is taken.

So, maybe we could...

you know, rock up the coast.

This is a public beach lot, no?

All right.

So, where are you guys from?

We are from Amsterdam,

here to R-O-C-K in the U.S.A.

Welcome to Los Angeles, boys.

Prepare to be amazed.

Oh, what? Do we not look prepared?

Why did we need a new TV anyway?

TV? No,

TV is what we used to have.

This is a state-of-the-art,

fully integrated

entertainment network.

It's adorable how you think

you're gonna remember

how all this works tomorrow.

Okay, Mr. Murtaugh.

From this you can control the entire system.

- Mm. Uh-huh. - And while I had access,

I updated the OS on your

wireless devices and networked

- your photo libraries. - Awesome.

So, I just press

- that? - Mm-hmm.

Hey! Look, honey, the Murtaughs!

We look like we should have our own reality show.

Look how photogenic this family is.

- Very. - Look at that smile.

Oh, my goodness.

Very photogenic.

- Dad! - Roger!

Oh!

Hey, hey, hey!

What did you do?! Fix that.

What happened?

- What?! No! - Dad! Now it's bigger.

- Come on. - Hey, damn it.

Close your eyes! What'd you do?

You know what? Get out of my house.

- Just... - Stumble...

your ass out!

What are you...

It-It-It's a picture.

- I just... - A picture?!

I just wanted to, you know,

see how I looked.

Then why'd you text it?

- Give me that! Riana. - You texted?!

You text that to someone?!

I want the name

- and a number. Now! - What?

- What? No way. - Riana... Riana!

Uh, no, no, Roger, calm down.

Are you... okay with this?!

No, but I don't

want her to be ashamed of her body, either.

Why not?

I'm comfortable with that.

Which is why I will be the one to talk to her...

after she calms down.

You think this is funny?

No, I-I don't.

Which is why I memorized the number

where she sent that photo to.

Strong.

Kids, right?

How old is she?

19. Nina Clausen.

Found half-naked and dead

on a hood of a Ferrari,

wrecked on a residential street in Beverly Hills.

Driver was MIA.

From the cuts on her feet,

I'd say she covered a good distance.

She was running from somebody, wasn't she?

What is it? That's not asphalt.

What is that on her feet?

Don't know yet.

Sent it to the lab.

I mean, where's she from?

Does she go to school?

As far as I can tell, she moved from North Carolina

to L.A. about six months ago.

Has some modeling and acting credits.

That's the same girl?

She looks closer to 17.

Who's the vehicle registered to?

No registered owner or plate,

just a license frame

from a place called Prime Exotics.

Hey, Bail.

I'm gonna send you a phone number.

I need you to get me whatever you can on whoever it is.

It's not about the case; it's personal.

The city of dreams, huh?

Man, how small does your penis need to be

to buy one of these cars?

Gentlemen, welcome to Prime Exotics,

where car dreams become reality.

I own one of these bad boys myself.

Wonderful.

My partner has a question for you.

Yeah, ask me anything.

Joseph O'Brien, head of sales.

Are these cars absolutely perfect for Los Angeles or what?

Yeah... listen, I'm LAPD.

I need some information on one of your customers.

Someone who bought

a red F355.

Uh, a little help here?

Ah!

Fancy!

How much for this one right here?

It's, uh, $210,000.

Make it 205 and I'll take it

off your hands today.

Oh, wait a minute.

No cup holder.

Red F355.

Who bought it?

Look, I'd love to help you guys out here, but our customers...

uh... they value discretion.

This is a murder investigation,

so I suggest you tell me what I need to know

so you can get back to your little tanning bed.

Uh, Joseph, do not listen to him.

You are bronzed, beautiful...

...and powerful.

Hey, Joey.

Let's go for a test ride.

I wouldn't do that if I was you.

Ah, come on, Joey!

Be somebody. Sell a car today, my man.

What-What-What are you doing?

Slow down!

Ah, I'm sorry. I am in a mood.

Had a rough morning.

I got new neighbors, Dutch accents,

but then there's you, Joe.

You know? And I just don't feel like

you're meeting me halfway on things.

I mean, look, sales is a two-way street.

Am I right?

J-J-Just-Just let me out. Please!

Oh, hop out any time.

Or...

you can tell me who purchased

that F355.

Red light, red light!

Okay, okay! It was Dylan Ashworth!

There it is.

He's insane.

So, I got the name.

Dylan Ashworth.

So did I...

from Rick here.

And all I had to do was ask.

Well, thank you, Rick...

for everything.

You know, I love this town...

sometimes.

Are you two aware that Dylan Ashworth

is Henry Ashworth's son?

And Sheldon and Dorothy Ashworth's grandson,

yeah, we get it.

Uh, I have no idea who these people are.

Have you ever driven on Ashworth Boulevard?

Or been to Ashworth Pavilion?

You know, I don't frequent pavilions,

not as much as I should,

and I know that I'm missing out,

but I... You ever heard of Ashworth, California?

What, do they got their own city?

It's where the family struck gold,

literally, back in 1849.

They've been California royalty ever since.

That doesn't make them above the law.

No, but they do keep an entire law firm on retainer.