A body is found in a dumpster, and the main suspect is an off-his-meds schizophrenic whose apartment is one big Conspiracy Wall. Once it’s established that he’s not the killer, Riggs and Murtaugh have to deal with his theory that Elvis is alive and controlling the traffic. And, as it turns out, he has a point. It’s an entertaining romp, and it has a DRONE. A talking one at that. I had less time for the C-plot, in which Murtaugh and Trish are trying to get their daughter into a tony pre-school. It feels like I’ve seen this a million times before, and the punchline is always that at least one parent will feel obliged to behave like a total idiot to impress the pretentious asses who run the school. Which is what happens. Inevitably, it’s Murtaugh who is on idiocy duty.
The really big news, though, is that Riggs and Molly KISS! (SQUEE!) Actually, she kisses him, and he spends the rest of the episode agonising about it, and listing reasons why they shouldn’t date, because he’s an MORON. Fortunately he comes to his senses by the end of the episode, and they totally make out. Kristen Gutoskie, incidentally, has considerable comic timing and quite a way with smart, snappy dialogue, neither of which she really got a chance to demonstrate in Containment, because she was too busy dying.