"Hey Roger, do you pay someone to clean your desk or something," Martin asks as he sits on his partner's desk. "You always got space for files, pens, a desk calendar, and other desk goodies. Who the hell but you and the Captain have the time to clean their desk?" Martin takes and opens the glass jar of Raisinets on Roger's desk.
"Hey, hey, hey…you got your own candy on your desk," Roger says as he turns his computer on.
"Well yeah, but yours' taste better." Martin smiles before he grabs a handful and chews on them happily.
"I have three children coming in and out of the house, so I make the necessary changes with my habits. You'll understand that better when Victor gets old enough to make the big spills and break the expensive stuff around the house." The phone rings and Roger answers it. "Please hold." Roger puts the call on hold and gives Martin a tissue from his tissue box after Martin takes another handful of Raisinets. Martin watches surprisingly as Roger closes the jar and then puts it on the other side of his desk. "Correction, my four kids in my life."
After he swallows, Martin asks, "Who's on the phone? Is your son-in-law still kissing your ass?"
"He does only when he's in trouble."
"It could be worse; it could be Leo asking for money." Martin reaches over, grabs the jar, and takes another handful of Raisinets. He puts them all into his mouth, but wipes his hands and mouth with the tissue daintily.
Roger rolls his eyes, puts the call back on, and says mechanically, "Thank you for waiting, LAPD, this is Sergeant Murtaugh, how can I help you?" Riggs watches as Roger's face loses all life and becomes white. "Hello…hello?"
"What's up," Martin asks worried.
Rogers swallows hard. "It's about Lorna and Victor…"
Martin jumps off his desk and says, "What's wrong?"
"You're going to get a call…" The phone rings.
"What the hell is going on?"
"Just stay calm and keep him on long enough for a phone tap." Roger gets up and rushes away.
Martin watches as Roger scrambles to Butters' desk. Martin picks up his phone. "Hello."
A computerized voice in a deep tone quickly answers, "Segarent Riggs, I want you to know that I have a .45 caliber pointed at your wife and young son, who's tied up…and I'm going to kill them. And there's nothing you can do about it."
"Wait, wait, wait…" Martin's heart sinks as he hears the muffled cries of Lorna and Victor. "Please… whatever you want me to do, I'll do. Alright, just talk to me."
"Don't beg or negotiate with me Segarent Riggs."
Martin covers his quivering lips as he hears Lorna talking through her muffled mouth; she's trying to tell him something but he can't make it out. Roger and Butters run back with earphones and a modern tracer machine. "If you want me, leave it between us. Just tell me…"
"What I want Segarent Riggs…is for you to kill me. But I need you to have the right motivation." The line drops, Martins hangs up the phone. "Please tell me you got that son-of-bitch."
Butters yells, "Shit, it's coming from your house."
"Come on." Martin grabs his gun off his desk and runs down the hall, Butters following him. He looks back briefly and sees Roger barking orders to three police officers before running behind them.