[Tina] Thanks for the last-minute ride.
It's a long drive to these weekly briefings.
We should be carpooling from Carlisle anyway.
No, thanks.
Love you, babe, but you drive like a grandma.
I'm gonna be late for Career Day,
which I got all dressed up for, so don't waste it.
[Sophie] The kids are gonna love you.
It's the uniform they love. Kids always--
[crashing]
[metal crunching]
[engine revs]
[tires squealing]
[truck engine roaring]
[♪]
Sophia...
[keypad beeping]
[groaning softly]
[dispatch] 911. What's your emergency?
[groaning] We've been in a car accident.
My friend is hurt.
Sophie... hang on. I'm getting help.
[groaning]
I have your location. EMS is en route.
Thank you.
[♪]
[groaning]
[siren wailing]
I got two females.
What's your name, ma'am?
Sophie.
Lieutenant Sophie Kirby.
Who are you?
Lieutenant Tina Lane.
I think I broke my arm.
[EMT] That's a pretty bad head-wound, Sophie.
We're gonna need to get you into the truck.
Can you walk?
Yeah. Yeah, I can walk.
[groaning]
[doors shut]
Hey... guys!
[engine roaring, siren wails]
Wait!
[siren wailing into distance]
[siren wailing on approach]
[breathing deeply as siren wails]
[siren shuts off]
Can you hear me? What's your name?
[groggily] I already--
what about the other ambulance?
Are you in any pain?
My arm, but--
Let's look at your eyes.
There was another ambulance!
Where did they take Sophie?
Ma'am, we were the only EMS dispatched.
[realizing] They took my friend.
Someone just took Sophie!
[♪]
[microwave humming]
I can't believe Taye Diggs
is taking you to a Broadway show this weekend.
That's like going to Disney World
with Mickey himself.
Weird analogy, but sure, okay.
Not that weird,
considering Taye was the voice of Triton in Disney's Ariel.
Helen, rule 16, please?
Um...
14 is "No affirmations on the bathroom mirror."
15 is "No skipping in the halls,"
and 16 is...
[gasps] Oh!
Stop telling you things your boyfriend starred in.
Mm-hmm. Ooh, speaking of boyfriends, how's Hardbody?
He made a sugar scrub and we exfoliated together...
full... body.
Okay, girl!
[bangs counter]
Get outta town. Full body?
[Helen giggling]
Do you guys, um...
Do you ever talk about police work here? At all?
Shut up and eat your burrito.
I-I-I-- Our cycles are gonna sync up
if I stay here any longer.
[door clicks open, bangs shut]
Ha!
Oh, my god, it hurts.
Uh, what did you think the microwave was doing
this whole time, Jason?
Shut up.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, Bill Houston.
What's the Chief Inspector doing up here?
I'm outta here.
Maybe he's got news
on the search for a new MPU leader?
I better go get Mike. I'll be right back.
Sergeant Sherman, I need MPU's help.
Now, I know you're short-staffed,
but this is an all-hands situation.
You're top cop
in the Investigations Bureau, sir.
Of course, we'll do whatever we can.
I appreciate that.
Now, before I joined Philly PD, I was an Army Captain.
Tina here served under me,
as did Sophie Kirby and her husband, Adam.
We were all stationed at Landisburg Army Base.
Tina?
Sophie and I were ambushed this morning--
a hit-and-run.
Sophie was abducted.
You were in the car with her?
Yes, sir.
We got rear-ended.
Two EMTs put Sophie in an ambulance,
then the real ambulance showed up,
and I realized what happened.
This was very carefully planned.
You remember anything about the EMTs?
Both wore N95 masks, so I didn't see their faces.
All right, uh, any-any idea
why someone would want to kidnap Sophie?
Sophie and Tina work
in the Army Aviation and Missile Command Unit.
They're liaisons to a private software company.
You think it was a foreign actor?
Not sure what to think.
What I know
is you people get results,
and I want this soldier found.
Has anyone reached out to Sophie's husband?
He's being escorted here by Military Police.
Until we get to the bottom of this,
I want to make sure he's not a target too.
Of course.
But make no mistake--
this is personal.
Sophie is like family--
Mm-hmm.
...And I want her back.
Issue an Alert.
I got you, Boss.
[missing alerts begin blaring]
[blaring]
[overlapping alerts blaring]
Hey. Jay's still on site with the canvass team.
How's it going with the big boss?
[chuckles] I mean, the man is a machine.
One phone call after another,
and he's already signed like a forest's-worth of paperwork.
[Mike] I don't know how he does it.
Yeah, he also went through Sophie, Tina, and Adam's files,
studied the map
of the neighborhood where they were taken,
and the traffic cam footage.
- Any luck? - No.
It was on the outskirts of the city,
so, not a whole lot of cameras.
But, uh, no pressure-- he really wants answers fast.
Well, speaking of...
[♪]
Thank you for bringing in Sergeant Kirby.
My C.O. told me he will be keeping a close eye
on this situation.
Well, please remind your C.O.
that this crime happened off-base,
in Philadelphia Police Department jurisdiction.
But relay that we will follow
Army AR 15-dash-6 Investigating Officer's Guide
protocol to preserve the option
of court martial or other military action.
Copy. Thank you, sir.
Please close the door behind you.
That was the most bureaucratic sentence I've ever heard, sir.
Well, there's Army for you, three-fourths bureaucracy--
...One-fourth bad-assery.
Hooah.
It's good to see you.
Good to see you too, Cap.
[sighs]
MPs wouldn't say anything, other than it was about Sophie.
Is she okay? Is she here?
Adam, we are all over this, okay?
But Sophie's been taken.
"Taken"?
Kidnapped.
Kidnapped? I-I-I... I don't understand.
Adam, this is Mike Sherman of the Missing Persons Unit.
He is going to help us get your wife back.
[Mike] Is there any reason that you know of
Sophie might've been taken?
No. Nothing.
[breath shaking]
You gotta find her.
She's everything to me. You know that, Cap.
And I know this is hard,
okay, but we need you to help us, Adam.
Was there anything with her job? Any special assignment?
No, no, no. This is-- This is crazy.
She's a project manager.
Admin stuff.
What about you? What do you do on base?
Nothing important.
I drive a desk in the munitions center,
while I rehab from my latest surgery.
What, rehab?
Yep.
Got my leg blown off in Afghanistan a few years ago.
Been posted stateside ever since.
Got a disability rating above 70%,
so that ended Sophie's overseas deployment, too.
Sergeant, we're going to do everything we can
to find your wife and bring her back.
We got you.
[sighs]
[♪]
[protesting]
[Sophie grunts]
[Sophie grunting and panicking]
Hurry! We're supposed to be at the rendezvous by 0900.
The Major's gonna be pissed.
[gas hissing]
You weren't supposed to have anybody with you.
Cops probably already know that you're missing.
You better be worth it.
[door bangs]
[grenade clatters]
[explosion roars]
[tires squealing]
Can you think of any reason
of why she would have been targeted?
You know, something she was working on at the base?
No.
Sophie's a project manager
on a basic aviation initiative.
Yeah, Tina confirmed they were working on
routine nav upgrades.
I sent her home with a security detail,
to make sure she's safe.
This incident report, what's that about?
No idea.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
This has gotta be the harassment complaint
that she filed last summer.
They keep those confidential.
That bastard-- I bet he did this.
Who?
Major Kramer West.
He was making some of the women on base uncomfortable.
Sophie confronted him and things got worse.
How so?
Instead of backing off, he doubled down.
Unwanted advances, physical contact--
Toward Sophie?
No. No, no, no, no. Some of the other women.
Sophie stepped up and blew the whistle.
West got an official reprimand.
Was reassigned.
Blamed it all on her.
Look, I gotta get my wife back.
Stand down, soldier.
We're gonna take care of it.
You are parked until we get to the bottom of this.
Sophie is fearless.
She's not just gonna take this.
I gotta find her before she gets herself hurt.
Stand down.
That's an order.
- Hey. - Hey.
So we just got a hit off of the Alert.
Patrol found the ambulance in an abandoned lot,
and they're bringing it over to the evidence garage.
I'll go process it right away.
Okay, well, bring your big rubber gloves,
because the, uh, ambulance was torched.
A fire scene? Ooh! Cool!
I will bring my chemical incendiary reagent
to try and determine cause of ignition.
And that's "cool"?
Never mind!
Places to go, fires to analyze!
"Safety first."
[Kemi chuckles]
Oh, rule 15-- "No skipping!"
Sergeant?
A word before you leave?
Chief Inspector. What's up?
I'm impressed with how you've stepped up for your team.
Thank you, sir.
MPU needs a new leader, Mike.
Well, you know, it's a big police department,
so, I'm sure you'll find someone.
I'm pretty sure I already have.
You aced your lieutenant exam last year.
Now, there's still quite a few people ahead of you
on the promotions list,
but nothing that can't be politicked.
Look at that.
And it still has that "new shield" smell, Mike.
Uh, I-I don't know, sir.
All right.
You don't have to answer now.
You just know--
the job is yours, if you want it.
All right?
Yeah.
My man.
[claps his shoulder twice]
[♪]
[Mike] Ooh. Good old boot camp.
You miss this?
[Jason] I didn't do boot camp, man.
I was a Private Military Contractor.
What's the difference?
Thanks, man.
The difference is, uh,
I had all the action and the toys
without the rules and regulations.
All the action and no rules?
I can't imagine.
Thanks, man.
[weapons firing repeatedly]
I wouldn't trust you Gomers to shoot dice at a craps table,
let alone enemies in a war zone!
[gunfire continues]
And, yes, it's raining!
And, yes, the enemy will fire in the rain!
That's very charming.
'Scuse me. You Major Kramer West?
I'm addressing my men here, Tubbs.
Be with you in a minute.
"Tubbs"?
Yeah, from Miami Vice.
I definitely have a Donny Johnson/Crockett vibe.
No?
Now, we are not leaving
till one of you boneheads hits eight center targets!
Can I see your gun?
What? No. Use your own gun.
My gun doesn't have enough rounds.
Please, can I borrow your gun, Tubbs?
Just hand it over.
You're a pain in my ass. You know that?
Yeah, I know.
[West] Hey, what are you guys doing?
[calls out] On the line!
Cease fire!
[rapid-firing]
Looks like eight center. Can we talk now?
What about him?
Tubbs? He can shoot.
[magazine clicks in]
[firing rapidly]
Everybody knows Tubbs was a better shot anyway.
- Are we talking or not? - I wouldn't say better--
Lap the yard! On a hop.
Let's go!
You wanna tell us where you were this morning?
Not particularly.
You wanna tell me what this is about?
I-I see you're doing the tough-guy thing.
I appreciate it,
but I also see in your face that you care about them.
Figure I can at least teach a few of these kids
how not to get killed.
You serve?
PMC.
Met a lot of C.O.s like you.
One of your soldiers was kidnapped this morning.
Sophie... Kirby.
- Kidnapped? - Yeah.
You know anything about it?
I didn't like her much,
but I'd never harm a fellow soldier.
Okay, all right.
Can you tell us where you were this morning, then?
I took those recruits for a run at 0600.
Been with them all day.
Okay, well, we'll verify that with your base logs.
Yeah, well, you're wasting your breath on me.
Landisburg's a tight community.
Hard to keep private matters private.
May wanna look a little closer to home.
You mean we should look at her husband?
Well, MPs have been called to their house
the last couple of weeks.
Loud fights and such.
Rumor has it,
Sophie was about to leave her husband.
All right, we'll check up on that.
Uh, if your alibi checks out, we will not be back to see you.
Appreciate your time.
It looks like Adam left something out.
Yeah, yeah-- the part that gives him motive
to hurt his wife?
Yeah, I wonder what else
Bill Houston's old buddy's not telling us.
[♪]
[sighs]
The incendiary trace on the ambulance that took Sophie
shows the presence of red phosphorous.
Okay...
where would our perp find red phosphorous?
Uh, you could scrape about a million kitchen matches,
let a bucket of urine stand for a week--
Ew! No.
[chuckles] Or... use a red phosphorous grenade.
Military ordinance.
And then, there's this--
I found this bullet under a seat in the ambulance.
No prints,
but there is something interesting
about who made it.
What am I looking at?
That's a headstamp.
It identifies where the round was manufactured.
"L M C"?
"Landisburg Munitions Center."
Where Sergeant Kirby works.
- [knocks] - Hey.
Where's Adam?
Last time I saw him, he was in the bullpen.
Is there a problem?
We just found evidence
suggesting that Adam might be involved
in his wife's kidnapping.
What kind of evidence?
Adam lives and breathes that woman.
He would never--
A bullet from his armory
was found in the ambulance that took Sophie.
Find him.
Yeah, Boss.
[punches key repeatedly]
Adam?
Adam, we need to talk.
Whoa, where's he going?
- Please, you gotta let me go. - W-What happened?
Relax, relax.
[voice shaking] If you don't...
they're gonna kill Sophie.
We found this
in the ambulance used to kidnap Sophie.
It's got a headstamp on it from the armory where you work.
Where's your wife, Sergeant?
[Bill] Adam?
Look. I don't believe you did this...
but, between the bullet
and the reports of domestic disturbance,
it's not a good look.
So, please, help me understand.
I would never hurt Sophie, Captain.
I am no longer your captain, soldier.
I'm a Philly Police Inspector,
and right now MPU is doing everything they can
to find your wife.
Now help them.
Tell us the truth.
You won't understand.
You came back from the sandbox whole.
Man, nobody came back whole!
Oh, sure.
But you don't have to put yourself together
every morning just to get out of bed.
Pain and loss change you.
Some more than others.
Well, if you needed help, you could've come to me.
You were long gone!
You have no idea what I've been through!
All right, then help me understand.
Everything's different now.
Life moves slow
when you're not in a conflict zone.
[voice breaks] It's too slow, but I-- I just...
can't seem to keep up.
That's a common feeling when soldiers come home.
Right? Military has groups that can help with that, Adam.
[sighs] It's...
It's too late for a support group.
I messed up. I'm in trouble.
What kind of trouble?
[sighing]
Adam...
I know how much you love Sophie.
Let us help you.
[sighs]
It started as money trouble.
Between lost hazard pay and...
living expenses stateside,
medical treatment--
But doesn't the VA cover your medical?
They do, but I went out-of-network
for some experimental surgeries.
"Experimental surgeries" means expensive.
Yeah, we were broke.
Barely making rent.
Struggling to acclimate to life back home, and...
I just wanted to provide for my wife,
so, when I saw a way to make some cash,
I-I-I said yes.
Adam, what did you do?
I used my job at the armory to steal some weapons.
Sold the guns to a motorcycle gang
and Sophie found out--
that's when the fighting started.
But we worked it out,
and I promised never to do it again.
So let me guess...
the gang wanted more guns,
and when you said no, they took Sophie?
Yeah.
Here, look.
That's why I sent you to West.
I thought steering you away
would buy me some time to fix this.
These texts are from "the Major".
Who's the Major?
[engines rumbling]
[♪]
Major.
Adam threw the cops off the trail.
Yeah, but they still know she's missing.
Is that gonna be a problem?
It means we gotta button this thing up tight.
After the exchange, get rid of them.
I don't want any witnesses.
[kidnapper] Sir, yes, sir.
[Sophie gasps and panics]
[♪]
[panting anxiously]
[♪]
[grunting]
[Bill] All right, we have Thomas Skinner.
Former Army Major.
He runs the "Trench Monks,"
a motorcycle club made up of ex-military gear-heads,
all dishonorably discharged.
"Trench Monks"? Sounds like a bad punk band.
"Trench monkey" is slang for "Army grunt."
He's being cute.
The VIN number on the ambulance that was used in the kidnapping
shows that it was purchased at an impound auction
by this guy--
[Adam] That's "Flea".
Former Marine.
He's Skinner's right-hand man.
He's identified as one of the fake EMTs.
Yep, and then the other guy is a former Navy medic,
also a member of the Trench Monks.
They want a crate of guns
delivered to their garage by this afternoon.
Right.
So, if we know where they are,
why don't we go get his wife back, like, now?
No, they have an arsenal.
If cops show up, Sophie's dead.
You just can't do that.
He's right.
Okay.
So why don't we just give them what they want?
Trade the guns for Sophie,
and get the weapons from the Army?
"Three-fourths bureaucracy."
The Army is not going to approve an op in time.
Okay. He steals the guns.
Right? We nail Skinner when we deliver,
then we'll get the guns back to the Army
before they even know they're missing.
[♪]
There may be a way to do this
and not get thrown into Leavenworth.
You still have a PMC uniform?
I... uh, yeah-- you saying yes?
I'm saying the best plan wins, Grant,
and right now, yours is the only one on the table.
Adam.
We are going to save Sophie.
Are you ready to step up?
Hooah.
Uh, just one thing. Um...
how do we know that you're not gonna hang us out to dry?
Because I'm gonna be right beside you if we go down.
Okay, good.
Then let's not get caught.
All right. MPU...
we're gonna break some rules,
so, let's find this missing person.
Yes, sir!
[♪]
Hey, Garcia.
How's your wife doing since her back surgery?
Slow recovery, but doing well, Sergeant Kirby.
Who's that with you?
PMC Jason Grant.
How you doing?
[tags rattle]
You're good.
- Thank you. - Thanks.
[♪]
[door thuds]
Hey, L-T.
Last-minute change of plans with this shipment.
Grant's gonna help me out.
How's it goin'?
Says here that these are being repurposed to a PMC?
Yeah, we're gonna have some fun with your toys
before you throw them in the incinerator.
[barking to staff] Items number 497 and 498.
Stock and process. Let's move!
Yes, sir!
- Just sign here. - Yeah.
Thank you, sir.
Let's get going, huh?
Yep.
[♪]
[thud]
- Let me see the paper. - Yeah.
Three, four...
Magazines...
All right, I think this is everything
on Skinner's shopping list.
[sighing]
[grunts in frustration]
I just can't believe I got Sophie into this mess.
I-I gotta ask.
You stole those guns the first time--
I mean, it seems like a risky side-hustle, no?
When I'd wake up in the morning,
I was looking for a fight to stick my nose in.
Mm.
Now it's hard to even get out of bed.
Constant pain
and immobility crush you.
I mean, you look pretty mobile to me now.
Adrenaline. Desperation.
I'll pay the price for it tomorrow,
when the pain sits me down in a wheelchair.
If you know you're gonna sit down tomorrow,
you might as well go all out today. Right?
What I'm getting at is,
when this goes down,
are you gonna be ready to step up?
Roger that.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- All right. - I'm all in.
All right, let's go.
All right. I'm gonna go get this leg ready for action.
All right.
[♪]
[clicking]
[♪]
Hey!
You think Houston's secured our exit yet?
I hope so, buddy. If not, we're screwed.
[gate bangs shut]
Oh, come on. I know you're the man to talk to
when it comes to getting things done on base,
so, just make the call.
What's in it for me?
You are facing harassment charges
that are going to stick like fly to paper.
Says you.
I seen a dozen guys dumber than me
beat those charges.
So what are you offering that'll make this worth my while?
The opportunity to save another soldier's life.
[♪]
[straining]
[snap]
[gasps]
Ah, come on.
[click]
[gasps]
[♪]
[clacking, clattering]
Don't move.
It's not a smart idea.
You're not gonna hurt me or my husband.
I'm walking outta here and you can't stop me.
- [whack] - [grunting]
[Flea groans]
[Sophie gasps]
You see, that's the thing about joining up--
is you can always count on your brothers in arms.
[grunts]
[thud]
Hey! Garcia.
You're still here?
Yeah, and I'm not happy about it.
What do you guys have back there?
C.O. didn't mention any changes to the transport today.
It's just, uh, it was just a last-minute change.
Somebody forgot to send the revised MFR, I imagine.
Probably a Colonel, smoking a cigar,
too busy to push "send" on an email. You know?
I mean, you can call him, if you want,
but he's gonna chew your ass out.
So, up to you.
[engine idling]
This is an old form.
Need a 3749 equipment receipt.
Sorry, Sergeant Kirby.
You got the wrong form.
You gotta go back for the right one.
Okay, we are late for our helo transport.
Then we have a problem.
No, no, no, no. You got a problem.
I don't got a problem. I got a misunderstanding.
Can you fix the problem?
Garcia. You know me. Okay?
I'll bring the proper forms by tomorrow, promise,
but we gotta go, so, just run that through.
No, sir. Something isn't right.
Is this man forcing you to do this?
Forcing? What, are you paranoid, Garcia?
Step out of the vehicle.
This thing's about to come to a head any minute, Major.
Just make the damn call.
And you'll support my reinstatement on the base?
Report from the Chief Inspector of PPD goes a long way.
You have my word
that I will make a full statement on your behalf.
[West sighing]
Will you just make this thing right?
This is ridiculous. We gotta get going!
[booth phone rings]
Landisburg. Southeast Gate.
Private Garcia speaking.
Private Garcia, Major West here.
This comes from Colonel Halicky on high.
We've got a revised shipment going out today--
Sergeant Adam Kirby and a PMC, Jason Grant.
But my orders--
No, Major.
It's the wrong form.
But--
Yes, sir.
[hangs up]
You're good to go.
Say it again?
You're good to go.
Thanks.
You did the right thing, Major.
I appreciate that.
But I pride myself on my honesty,
and I have to honestly say, I don't like you.
Come again?
When a woman doesn't want to be touched,
you back off.
They came on to me.
It's a power thing.
Yeah. I doubt that.
[knocking on door]
You sent for us, Inspector?
Ah! Park. Perfect timing.
I need you two
to take Major West here to holding.
Holding?
That's right.
You just admitted
to engaging in threatening and harassing behavior, Major.
I'm charging you with misdemeanor harassment,
and I wanted to make sure it was a female staff
who delivered you to your cell.
It's "a power thing."
Print him, run DNA,
and there's bonus points for a full cavity search.
- But you said-- - Don't worry.
I will make sure
that I talk to your base commander
and tell him what kind of man you are.
Now get out of my sight.
Sounds like you're in "major" trouble, Major.
Let's go.
♪ I am the very model of a modern Major-General ♪
♪ I've information vegetable animal and mineral ♪
[♪]
Adam.
Who the hell is this guy?
Hey. Buddy, it's all good.
I'm just the new guy taking over his job
at the munitions center.
Sorry, pal. That's not how it works.
I understand.
Looks, it's just a peaceful transfer of power.
That's all. All right?
Hey. Don't hurt her! Don't hurt her!
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Easy, easy, easy.
Hey, if you would've gotten my guns in the first place,
none of this would have happened.
All right? Where are they?
[Jason] Got the guns right here. Just relax.
Then open it.
[gate creaks]
Sorry.
Where did-- Where did you say you did your tours?
I didn't say where I did my tours,
but I'll tell you now. Okay?
I did my tours all over.
Kabul. Abbottabad.
Abbottabad?
Yeah.
I did a tour in Abbottabad. I hated the sandpit.
Sandpit? You smoking something, buddy?
It's the greenest place I ever saw in my life.
Surrounded by Pakistani forest.
- Is that right? - Yeah.
All right.
So why don't you tell me something about the place
that you didn't learn on the Discovery Channel?
[chuckles] Okay.
Okay.
Uh, one time, I saw a leopard
take down a cow in the middle of the street.
You know? Locals went crazy.
Bad omen-- you know, they love their cows.
And they hate the leopards.
[claps his hand] Thought you might be a cop.
I look like a cop? I'm not a cop. Okay?
I'm a businessman.
Now what do you got?
Everything you asked for.
Two HKs.
Two M4s.
Four 9-millimeters here.
Got your magazines.
And I got a crate full of tracers,
in the back, on the house. All right?
Yeah, looks good.
Whoa-whoa-whoa... whoa.
You seen the merchandise.
Let the lady go.
We do this one on good faith.
Next time, I take my cut.
No trade until I inspect the merchandise.
Here.
I've got my own.
Yeah?
[clicking in place]
You know, it's a shame, 'cause...
I kinda like you, but...
maybe I'll, uh, start fresh and clean house.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. - Hey, hey.
Stop, stop, stop.
You got your guns.
Let my wife go,
and we all walk away.
Nah, you know too much.
[click]
[♪]
[grunting]
[fires]
[gun fires]
[♪]
[both grunting]
[♪]
[blasting]
[firing rapidly]
- Cover me! - Kemi!
- [Kemi] Copy! - [firing]
[shots blasting]
[grunting]
[both grunting]
[crashing]
[guns firing]
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry!
Hey! The only reason I got through that
is 'cause I knew you'd come find me.
Are you okay?
I'd be better if I had a gun.
Inside.
- Army strong. - Army strong!
[grunts]
[weapons blasting]
Up top!
[thud]
[grunting]
[crashing]
[firing gun]
[bike engine revs]
- [shouts] Mike? - Clear!
- You good, Kemi? - I'm good.
[tires screeching]
[engine revving]
What do you weigh? About a buck-85?
Something like that. Why?
I don't know. Just doing the math.
Bike probably weighs 600, 700 pounds.
Head-on collision, we got trouble. You know?
[revving]
[♪]
[firing]
Huh.
He's lucky I hit the tire and not the tank.
Wait, what're you talking about? That was my shot.
Wh-wh-why was that your shot?
I mean, you saw me hit those targets on the range.
I hit the same targets that you hit!
And I hit it second.
- So what? - So there was more pressure!
Second? What does that have to do with anything?
There's always more pressure when it's the second shot!
That's the most ridiculous thing I ever heard.
[doors thudding]
Well...
thanks for the ride, Cap.
That's "Chief Inspector" to you, pal.
When I first got in trouble, I should've come to you.
No.
I should've been here for you.
You know, the Army is gonna do its own investigation,
but, on my end,
I'll pull some strings with the D.A.
Thank you.
Thank you, sir.
You know...
I was wrong.
I'm not less than I used to be.
I might be missing some pieces,
but that actually makes me more than I was before.
I'm a soldier,
an amputee,
a husband.
[Bill] You're a survivor.
We all are.
Thanks for helping me see that.
Probably gonna have to go to one of those support groups, huh?
Definitely.
And I'll be right there with you.
She's a keeper, Adam.
Don't screw it up.
[♪]
Are these on your no-carb diet that you're doing, or no?
Not really.
- No? - No.
They are good, though.
You're gonna put the "tub" in Tubbs,
you keep eating those donuts.
[Bill chuckles]
Donuts! Yes, sir.
Good to see some things never change.
Yeah. Someone told me
they got, uh, croissants on your floor.
Yeah, I wish. I'm working on it.
You guys certainly know how to make quite the mess.
Good work today, fellas.
Thank you, sir.
Couldn't have done it without you.
Nah, I'm pretty sure you could have.
Have a good night.
'Night, Inspector.
Hey, Inspector?
What? Something else, Grant?
Yeah. I just want to talk to you about Mike.
So...
you, uh...
turned it down?
What?
The job--
he offered you the big chair-- Lieutenant.
And you turned it down?
Yeah, I turned it down.
Why?
I mean, what the hell's going through your head?
After everything that happened, some things came into focus.
Yeah?
I don't belong in here.
Signing forms, filing papers,
being in charge of everyone? No.
I belong out there...
with you.
God help me.
I thought I was a pain in your ass?
Oh, you are!
Mm-hmm?
But, like, a good pain, right? Like a--
Don't make it weird. Okay?
Let's just... keep riding together.
Yeah, we ride together.
We die together.
It's "Bad Boys" for life. What are you gonna do, right?
Can we do the slow-motion... fist-bump?
I'm trying to have a moment and you're making it weird.
Here's the thing--
I feel like I'm Will Smith. You're kinda Will Smith-ish.
- Who's Martin? - You know what? I'm out.
- Right? - Yup.
Bro? Hey, hey!
I love you, bro.
I love you, too.
Yeah! I know it.
I know it.
♪ Bad boys, bad boys... ♪
♪ Whatcha gonna do... ♪
♪ Bad boys! ♪
- ♪ Whatcha gonna do ♪ - ♪ When they come for you? ♪
[Jason] ♪ Bad boy, bad boy ♪
[♪]