Hi, Martin Riggs, the guy that
almost got your husband killed. I’m sure you’ve
heard a lot about me. Not a word. We’re about to
have dinner, would you like to come in real quick?
– No, he can’t. He can’t– Yeah, and I ate
like a week ago. – Oh.
– So I’m fine. I mean, it smells great, but- It tastes even better. Oh, OK. I’m really impressed
with the weed out here. I mean it’s
incredible, you know? I mean as far as I can tell,
it’s really the only perk to living in California. I have massive, you know,
psychological issues. So of course, I would never,
uh, suggest that for a child. Ha, ow. Don’t you touch those ribs. They’re relaxing. Is he insane? Does he have any idea how
hard I worked on these ribs? Did your thing
on the ribs, ahh! No, no, let Martin have it. He’s our guest. He doesn’t want it. He’s still working on– Oh, no no no no no. I got room for one more. Well ladies, this is
Martin Riggs’ ladies. Hi ladies. A little bright in here, baby? What are you doing here? What? I’m here. Why? Here is there. No no no. There is the office. Here is my house. We meet there, and
then we drive together. Just make yourself
at home, Riggs. Oh thanks. I already did. [sound of dog urinating] Harry, what the hell? No no no, hey I live here. Hey! Let’s do it. Great. Um, I got somebody
I brought with me. Come here. [whistles]. Is that the dog that
peed all over your trailer? Yeah yeah, but
he’s not going to do that here, I mean you’ve get
much nicer things than I do. Martin, what are
you doing out here? Oh, he just dropped this
off and then he was leaving. Well did you invite him in? No because he’s leaving. – No he did not.
– He didn’t invite you in? Which was quite
rude, actually. I’m standing out here. Obviously I’m injured.
– Get in here. You know, your husband’s
the one that shot me, and he’s just going to leave me
standing out here in the cold. You didn’t tell me that. Are you– no get in there. I hope I’m not intruding. Not at all.