[ Clicking ]
Oh, good. Steve. How are you with a needle?
I caught the summer bug and cut all my pants into Daisy Dukes.
Turns out it is not a flattering look for my body type.
I actually want to talk to you about a potential case.
What kind of case?
Upper? Brief? Of the Mondays?
Murder!
Ahh, an old classic. Go on.
Someone got murdered at my secret swimming hole,
but the police are dragging their feet solving it
because they want the hole for themselves!
It's ridiculous!
Ridiculously smart. That's what I'd do.
The way I see it, there's only one way this case gets solved --
I need Wheels and the Legman.
What do you say, partner?
No way. What? W-Why?!
You know we don't work cases we're too close to.
I promise I'm not too close.
Roger, a man's been murdered, and no one seems to care.
Do you? I don't know yet.
I usually only like the cases where it turns out I did it,
and this is definitely not one of those.
That's strike one.
I'm also very worried about your motives. Strike two.
Fortunately there's no strike three and a murder sounds fun!
Let's do it!
[ Gunfire ]
[ Singing gibberish to tune of "Wheels and the Legman" theme ]
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[ Singing gibberish ]
I know. Don't say anything. They don't work.
Would have been a cool thing for Legman, though, right?
Imagine me kicking ass in these.
I guess I could be talked into them.
Christ, Steve. Say something!
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Not that I don't appreciate your dedication to character,
but I wouldn't judge you if you wanted to walk this part,
hop back in at the hole?
We're here. Oh.
Oh! This place is gorgeous!
If it was mine and someone took it,
I'd want revenge bad.
That's not what this is about for you, though.
No. It's not personal.
Now, come on. Let's nail down a timeline.
The night started over here with a feast of some sort.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Sniffs ] Old Bay seasoning.
That's nice on a summer evening.
I'm allowed to touch stuff, right?
Then the drinking started. There.
[ Bottle rattles ]
2020. Great year.
Not sure how it was for wine, though.
Steve: And then things got ugly.
[ All growling ]
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Good party. They did it right.
Are you done, Legman?!
Whoa, Wheels. Testy. Sorry.
No. Teste. Up there.
Looks like a dude's ball.
A clue! Good eye, partner!
I got something else. I'd know these tracks anywhere.
Someone had sex here!
Let me cross-reference with the forensics database.
[ Slurps ]
Damn. No hits. Out-of-towners.
Hey! What's this?
A salt lick?
A salt lick! And there you have it!
The Case of the Dirt Sex Salt Lick closed!
What's next?
A murder case? Ooo, that sounds fun.
As long as you're not too close to it.
[ Ship horn blows ]
What are we doing at the docks, Legman?
In every crime show, murder investigations
have to go to the docks.
There are answers here,
and a guy unloading stuff has them.
Yeah, I knew him. Real squirrelly.
Always looking over his shoulder.
Said she just got done with rehab,
but the tracks on her arm said different.
The guy still owes me thirty bucks.
You ever have anyone owe you thirty bucks?
Not fun.
Roger: This guy's open. Hey, you!
There's a swimming hole an hour from here.
Sounds nice. It was nice.
Until a body turned up at the bottom of it. Know anything?
Not about that. I do know about some murders
that happened at a farmhouse last spring.
See, I did them.
Uch! This guy's a total dead end! Let's go!
Wait. Legman, look!
That's no coincidence.
Here, take a break and get one of those beers
with a raw egg in it you guys like.
Gee, thanks, mister!
Well, partner, what do you say we bust this case wide open?
Weird fruits? You take this one, Wheels.
You haven't had any good quips yet.
We don't have time for that.
We need to find out where this shipment is going.
Uhh, guess the docks weren't exactly fruitless after all.
This case is seedy any way you slice --
Get in! I found a delivery address!
What are you doing, Wheels?! You can't steal this truck!
Not with those little noodle legs. Scooch over.
We're in hot purfruit?
Just drive.
That was funny, Wheels.
You're sure you're not too close to this case?
I just want justice.
Juicetice.
Not terrible!