(brakes squealing)
(gun chamber clicking)
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(running footfalls)
(door opening)
(woman screaming, man grunting)
(woman screams)
(clattering)
(muffled grunting)
(woman screaming)
(glass shattering)
Where's the good stuff?
What are you talking about?
This is what I'm talking about.
If this takes longer than 30 seconds,
the next sound you hear will be somebody dying in the next room.
(woman whimpers)
(gunshot)
(woman crying)
MAN: You had a lovely family.
Now if you want to keep what's left of them...
(sniffles)
you'll keep your mouth shut.
(crying)
(yawning)
(phone rings)
BRIDGES: Yeah?
All right, I'm on my way.
♪ ♪
(woman vocalizing)
(vocalizing continues over sultry sax notes)
A.J.?
We got seven home invasions in two months.
It's getting more frequent and more violent.
Yeah. What is it with these home invasion things?
I thought it was Vietnamese phenomenon.
This family's Chinese.
Well, traditionally that's true,
but we don't know who did it,
and nobody's talking.
Was the wife able to I.D. the shooter?
Claims she didn't see his face.
Same old story, huh, A.J.?
Mm-hmm.
These folks do not trust anybody to protect them.
Not the police, not anybody.
Well, after what they've been through,
you can't really blame them.
Besides, it's a very closed culture,
especially to cops and foreigners.
(garbled radio transmission)
Hello.
(camera shutter clicking)
I'm very sorry that this happened
to you and your family...
but the best way for us to catch these guys
that did this to you is for you to help us.
(camera shutter clicking)
I have nothing to say.
(sighs)
(camera shutter clicks)
(mechanical whirring)
All right, pull Ernie Lau.
He's dead.
(clears throat) Ditto on Lee Ning Po.
He was picked up in Sacramento on a parole violation.
All right, different times of day,
different days of the week.
No geographic boundaries.
Size of the families they're hitting calls
for crowd control.
I'm gonna say five, maybe six guys.
Plus, all the stuff they're hauling out of there.
We should be looking for a good-sized truck.
Hey, guys, look at this.
We got Eve back from a week off in Cabo. Mm-hmm.
Must have been cloudy there, huh, babe?
Don't start, Nash. Nash, your ex is on the line.
Which ex on which line?
Uh, wife one, line two.
Hello.
Hey, how's the crime?
Bad. How's the catering?
Great. I just got another job.
Last-minute fill in thing.
Um, I know it's short notice,
but can you take Cassidy till Sunday?
(chuckles) Well, we got a little bit of conflict here.
You see, uh, criminals are working weekends now.
Don't you want to spend some quality time with your only...
I assume... child?
Huh. Cute.
Actually, I was thinking
that she needed a little motherly guidance.
After all, we certainly don't want her turning out
like me, now, do we?
Well, that's for sure. Look, I...
I really need this.
It's important. Please?
Yeah, sure.
I'll pick her up.
I'll swing by after school.
Thanks, Nash, really.
Bye.
So, which one was it...
The, uh, mother of your child,
or the mother of all shoppers?
(laughs)
It was the former.
Eh...
So tell me... did you meet
any nice men down there in Cabo?
I-I really wasn't looking for nice ones.
Oh.
Here, um, I brought something back for you.
So... For me?
Yeah. Oh, that's nice.
Are you trying to tell me something?
No. Just
open it.
Wow.
You're a Taurus, aren't you?
Well, actually, Sagittarius, but I love it.
Good.
(both laugh)
Thank you very much. Oh, you're welcome.
Let me ask you something.
Yeah?
You're the expert on this.
What do you think of these home invaders
targeting Chinese families?
Does that sound like anybody that you might know?
No, no. My Vietnamese guys
only target Vietnamese nationals.
Yeah, it's rare for Asians
to cross ethnic and racial lines, even in crime.
Well, it has to be somebody new, then.
Any help from the victims at all?
No. Are you kidding? Nobody's talking.
I know somebody that might, though.
Evan, saddle up, let's take a ride.
CORTEZ: Right.
Um, thank you very much for my gift.
Yeah.
Hey. Finally some culture around here.
Bubba! What are you doing here?
Um, listen, can we go talk somewhere?
Well, sure.
Come on, take a ride with us.
What do you mean she kicked you out?
Hey, well, don't look so shocked.
Every wife you ever had kicked you out.
Yeah, but we're talking about you here.
So, what happened?
(sighs)
All right, so I go on this hunting trip, right?
You know, it was, like, after I got shot,
I was into this whole cycle
of life and death and rebirth, you know.
It was kind of like a metaphor
for my own experience, you know?
Hunted down, left for dead.
(sighs) It was a primal thing, or...
It was either that, or the morphine.
Excuse me,
but what the hell does that have to do
with you getting kicked out? (scoffs)
It was so stupid, man.
I mean, how was I to know
that Inger's chocolate mousse cake had to be frozen, you know?
So I took it out and put in the fridge
to make room for the elk meat, that was it.
That's what got you kicked out?
No, man. Yeah.
Come on. It had to be some other issues there. Uh-uh.
What you got to do is sit down with Inger,
talk to her and find out what else... Wait a minute.
You're giving me marital advice?
(laughs)
Bubba, those that can't do teach.
Yeah, well, I learned one thing out of this whole thing.
It's never trust a Nordic goddess.
When she was nursing me back to health,
it was all beautiful and wine and roses,
and soon as I start getting better, I owe her.
You do! Oh, God.
Go back to her.
Hey, I got my pride.
I'm a man, man.
What the hell you looking at?
(brakes squeaking)
Oh, man, this is auto theft row.
Hey, don't worry about it.
We got the club.
Nobody'll touch it.
Let's go.
(rock music plays)
Hey, Sherman.
Hey, Nash-man, what goes on?
Well, either too little or not enough.
(laughs) How's your dad?
Better, thanks.
You here to see Terry?
I ain't here for the watered-down booze.
(speaking foreign language)
Okay, he'll see you.
Beautiful.
No. Nash only.
He doesn't want a cop convention up there.
(clears throat)
It's amazing.
Here this guy Wong's, like, a major crime kingpin,
yet look at all these photos.
I mean, there's the mayor, the governor, senators.
Mr. President.
(chuckles)
Politician will kiss anybody's ass for a good Peking duck.
(both laugh)
Hey.
Hey, it's Stallone.
That guy would go to the opening of a refrigerator.
♪ Tell you what you want to hear ♪
♪ Come here to me ♪
♪ Come tell me what you want to hear... ♪
Hey, Terrence.
Nash, how are you doing? I'm good.
Come on in.
Listen to this finale.
I love it.
You know I never got into rock much,
but this alternative rock... Ah, it's hot stuff.
(laughs)
How's business?
Downstairs, okay.
Up here, better.
Uh, what brings you here, lunch?
Nope.
Home invasions.
Yeah, I heard about that on TV.
(laughs)
Yeah, come on, Terrence.
You know about things before they happen.
So I'm a psychic.
Listen, I got
a reputation to protect.
Yeah?
And I got people to protect.
So what do you say?
How about talking to some of these witnesses,
see if you can get them to, uh, work with us, trust us?
Trust you, huh?
For over 150 years now,
my people have prospered here, huh?
Outside of your system.
Mm-hmm.
And for 150 years,
the cops in our fair city here
have had a special understanding
of every culture.
Best I can figure...
you owe me.
Okay. They're not part of an established gang.
I... I'm trying to find out who they are myself.
And when I find out,
I'll take care of 'em.
No, you won't.
We will.
We don't want any more gang wars in Chinatown,
now do we, Terrence?
(laughs)
You're a hard man, Nash.
I'll see you.
Yo, Jimmy.
Pack up the convertible items and take them to the fence.
Leave the liquid assets here.
What about these credit cards?
There must be 200 grand in limits here.
Burn them.
This is a platinum card, Kyle.
We could zip in, we could buy a Ferrari...
Jimmy!
You don't think they're going to check
before they hand over the keys to a Ferrari, Jimmy?
I'm tired of explaining the same stuff to you.
Burn them.
CORTEZ: So, did you find out anything?
Nothing useful.
These guys never talk, man.
They're still pissed off
about having to build the railroads.
Hey, why are you so cynical, man?
I've been married 17 years.
(laughs)
So, uh, you need any help on this one?
No, we got it covered.
You go home and beg to Inger, okay?
No way.
Besides, she won't take me back
until I get rid of that elk I shot.
So, listen, uh... (clears throat)
can I crash at your place just for tonight?
Get out of here. Just for one night.
Forget about it. This will blow over.
It's impossible... I got Cassidy tonight.
Hey, perfect, I can baby-sit.
She's 16... she is a babysitter.
Besides, you remember what happened last time?
What? A little Cinco de Mayo celebration.
What, you want me to turn against my own people?
When you have to call in a tact team
to respond to the noise complaint,
it ain't little.
Oh, man, come on, Nash, we're familia, man.
And don't make me bring up saving your life.
That's low.
That's cheap, man.
All right, one night.
No chicks, no damage or no dice.
Hey, no problema.
(chuckling): Sucker.
BRIDGES: Did you realize, when you shoot an elk
you get 200 pounds of elk meat?
Yeah, I was too busy communing with the cycle
of life and death or some crap.
Don't you get it, Daddy?
It's man rediscovering himself.
It's a classic theme.
Oh. Hemingway, Conrad.
A journey into self.
Plus, you know, I read in Cosmo
that separation is really good for a stale marriage anyway.
Really? Really.
Hey, I rest my case.
Conrad and Cosmo... Thank you, Cassidy.
BRIDGES: That is leaving
with you when you go, right?
Of course.
Soon, right?
Hey, can I have the last Otter Pop?
Ese, (phone ringing)
hands off the Otter Pop.
(sighs) Hello.
EVE: Good news... we put a trace on the credit cards
from the last home invasion, one just turned up.
Where and when?
Uh, about two hours ago.
Chinatown branch of United World Bank on Sutter.
Ex-banger named Jimmy Chang.
How do I find him?
Well, you can try his house, it's, uh,
14 St. Louis Place.
Okay, 14 St. Louis Place.
Have Evan meet me there... Thanks.
I got to go chase down a lead.
If you need anything, call me.
Okay. Hey.
Don't worry, I'll be here.
Like I said, call me.
All right.
(man and woman speaking Chinese)
How are we gonna play this guy, hard or soft?
Depends on how many flights
of stairs we have to go up.
He's on the sixth floor.
Oh, let's kick his ass.
Let me see the photo.
Oh, I think I may have just found a shortcut.
Jimmy.
Just want to talk.
Jimmy! Guess he doesn't want to talk!
(grunting)
Ah!
(gunshot)
(tires screeching)
BRIDGES: Hold it!
Police!
Nobody move!
Evan, call for backup.
Jimmy, you're making this a hell of a lot harder
than it has to be.
Back off, or I'll kill her.
No, man, now just take a breath.
Take a deep breath.
Be cool, man.
Let's talk. Let's not!
BRIDGES: Jimmy.
Now, I know you didn't kill that old man.
No, you don't!
Stop conning me.
You think I'm stupid?
No, no, son, I... I don't think you're stupid.
I think you're smart, so don't prove me wrong.
(gun cocks)
(shouting in Chinese) No!
(gunshot)
What the hell are you doing?
Get out of here!
God!
Oh...
What the hell happened?
(sirens wailing)
Look, Inger, I just called
to have a rational discussion, okay?
I'm at a friend's.
Yeah, Nash... why?
No, he's not the only friend I have, he's just the best.
You know, he doesn't mind sharing freezer space.
What do you mean, "It's me or the elk"?
I'm not sleeping with the elk, Inger.
(click, dial tone)
Hello? Hello?
Ah, geez.
Oh, hi, Cass. (giggling): Hey.
Yeah, I'm just, uh, exfoliating here. Uh-huh.
Uh, you have any night creme I could bum from you?
Oh.
So, do you have any plans tonight?
I don't know,
I thought I'd just kick back and watch some TV.
Want to join me?
Oh, no, I... I have plans.
Oh, your dad didn't say anything about that.
So?
You're not, like, my chaperone, are you?
BOY: Hi. CASSIDY: Trent, hi.
(Cassidy giggling)
Hey, how you doing?!
Are you Mr. Bridges?
No, no, no, no, I... I'm Joe.
I'm a friend of Mr. Bridges.
You know, I... I specialize
in domestic matters, you know, I...
I watch people, I follow them around, you know,
do what, uh, whatever has to be done.
(chuckling)
Hey, you work out, huh?
Well, Joe, we were... we were just leaving.
Oh, okay.
Hey, Cass, uh, tell you what,
why don't I just call your dad
just to make sure everything's cool, okay?
That's okay, we weren't going anywhere.
Oh, no?
Hey, tell you what,
why don't we just, uh, stay home
and watch TV while my mask dries?
(forced laughter)
Hey, we could have a slumber party!
Only, without the sleeping part.
(laughs) Hey...
I like your ponytail. That's nice.
Come on.
(playing jazzy lounge tune)
(overlapping chatter)
Hey, Luigi.
Good evening. How are you?
And I'm sorry I have to drink so often,
but I was born without salivary glands.
Usually, when I mention that, it, uh, turns people off.
I'm glad it doesn't bother you.
It's one of the reasons
I chose the dental profession, actually.
Mmm, so you could be around other people's saliva?
No, you see, a lot of people think you need salivary glands.
Not so... yeah, take the raccoon.
The reason he always eats near a stream?
He needs a lubrication for masticating.
Guess you don't chew much gum, then.
Oh, no, no, it could kill me.
Dinner for one?
Yeah, drinks for one,
and I'll take some food, too.
Tough day at the office?
Always, bubba.
Thanks.
Hey, Nash. Hey, Louie.
Would you excuse me for a minute?
KELLY: I'm your ex-wife,
so rescue me.
Oh... Quick.
Hi, Kelly.
Rescue from what?
My date.
What's wrong with your date?
Oh, he's swell, but I already have a dentist.
(laughs)
I'm sorry.
What are you doing with a dentist?
Penance.
Do something, please, fast.
So...
where were we?
Uh, raccoons, actually.
You know, many of the nocturnal creatures
have some pretty exciting hygiene, um...
Possums, for instance, spend... (Bridges clearing throat)
Excuse me.
Kelly Weld?
Yes.
SFPD.
Come with me. Wait.
Wh-What's the charge?
You a lawyer?
No, I'm a dentist.
Here, rinse.
So, ripping off dentists now, huh?
Couldn't find another banker to bilk?
Well, you mean she's...
Pfft.
Pal, this is the black widow.
You were about to become dinner.
She ask you for any money?
She did order the most expensive entree.
There you go.
Come on, sister.
That's all you could come up with?
Well, I thought shooting him was a little extreme.
Besides, I'm not all that creative on an empty stomach.
What are you doing here, anyway?
Unwinding.
Hmm, that's new for you.
Come on, you rescued me before the main course.
I'll buy you dinner.
Thank you.
I owe you for saving my life.
What a concept.
MAN (over TV): His brooding, skittish behavior
will intensify as mating season draws nearer
and he prepares to do battle for a female
of the herd.
Hey, Trent-inator.
More elk jerky?
No, thanks.
No? More for me.
(laughs)
Hey, man, this is fun, huh?
Well, my kids never like to watch educational TV.
Neither do we.
No?
Hey, we could do something else.
There's a million fun things we can do.
Hey, I got it.
(laughing)
All right, huh?
Okay, any requests?
Just one. (strumming)
Hey, uh, Trent, uh, how do your parents feel
about free-range game... you think they'd like some elk?
My parents don't eat anything with ears.
Really... they don't eat corn?
Oh... TRENT: They're vegetarians.
Oh, vegetarians, perfect.
Hey, the elk was a vegetarian.
(laughs) Look what happened to him.
♪ Hey, baby, I was born ♪
♪ A ramblin' man ♪
♪ Tryin' to make a livin', a-doin' the best I can ♪
♪ Oh, when it comes to leavin' ♪
Hey, Joe, that's pretty good. ♪ I hope you understand... ♪
You like that? Did you write that?
Did I write it? No, no, it's a classic.
It's the Allman Brothers.
Dickey Betts...
You never heard "Ramblin' Man"? No.
That's really depressing.
Oh, hey, here's one I know you'll know.
Look, I... I gotta get home.
Oh, you gotta go already?
So soon? Wait.
Too bad. Trent.
See you.
♪ Good night, Trent-inator ♪
♪ Don't let the door hit you in the butt when you go ♪
♪ Just go. ♪
Look, this just isn't happening.
Sorry.
I'll call you.
Good night.
(strumming continues)
Very funny, Joe.
I'm going to bed.
What, I'm not exciting enough for you?
There's never enough excitement around here.
(strumming resumes)
Hey, Joe?
Hmm?
You're not gonna tell my dad about Trent, are you?
Trent? Trent who?
Good night, Joe.
♪ Good night, Cass-inatrix ♪
♪ Poor daddy, I'm glad I'm not him ♪
♪ Oh, that estrogen. ♪
(Bridges laughing)
BRIDGES: Oh, no.
Maybe we shouldn't have had that second bottle of wine.
Why, are you driving?
Not tonight, I'm not.
Do you want to split a cab?
Actually, I'd rather go home with you.
I bought you dinner, buster.
Now you have to put out.
(both chuckle)
You better be careful.
I still have my handcuffs.
(steam hissing)
(coughing)
So what do I do?
I break a window or just move out?
Hey, relax. I'm just making breakfast.
I don't eat breakfast.
Yeah, well, you should.
Got to try this: elk liver and eggs.
Full of vitamins.
Please, Joe, I've got a hangover.
Hey, come on, be a good example to Cassidy.
Besides, I've got to get rid of this stuff.
Donate it to a soup kitchen.
I tried.
It seems that I'm not a licensed vendor.
They can't accept it.
Neither can I.
So, you got home late last night.
What, are you keeping a journal?
Hi, Cassidy.
Hi, Kelly.
Morning.
Is it legal to date your ex-wife?
I think it's cool.
I can't even get along with my current wife.
He's going back for seconds. LEEK: We got good news,
and we got better news.
(sniffs)
Is that elk?
Huh?
Oh, man, I love elk.
Good. Come help me get rid of it.
You know what goes good with elk man?
Mushrooms. "Mushrooms"?
What a good idea.
Before, during or after?
(Harvey and Joe laugh)
LEEK: Whenever.
You must be careful of Harvey's mushrooms.
Oh, yeah, well...
All right, so what've we got?
We got whole wheat, white and rye.
(laughs)
On the case.
LEEK: Well, a couple of years ago, our Jimmy Chang
was tossed out of the Ming Wa gang for skimming the take,
and he had to cool his heels in Hong Kong
with his family for a couple of years.
Somebody got the butter?
But lately he's been seen running around
with five other guys.
Is there any marmalade?
Nash, all five of these other guys,
you know, either recently or at some point,
they've been tossed out of other gangs.
Have I got something on my chin? No.
EVE: Salt, please?
The inference being they've started their own new gang.
CASSIDY: Oh, yeah, sort of like when Perry Farrell
left Jane's Addiction to form Porno for Pyros.
The musical groups.
Oh, it's a musical group.
Yeah. Mm-hmm.
Well, that's when we hit the road.
When the teenager gets in the act.
DOMINGUEZ: Hey, uh, listen to this. Can I come with you?
I'm kind of on a sabbatical, you know.
Are you kidding me?
I'm never leaving you alone here ever again.
Bye, sweetheart. Bye.
Hold down the fort, darling.
You got it.
So what are you doing today?
Well, I'm looking to buy something cool,
but with my very limited babysitting money.
You want some help?
Sure.
BRIDGES: Kyle Chang, he used
to work for Terrence Wong.
DOMINGUEZ: Yeah, until we put his butt in jail
for murder about four years back.
He killed Harry Chan.
CORTEZ: Who's Harry Chan?
Oh, he's a sweet, old guy in Chinatown.
He used to try to help get troubled kids off the street.
He tried to help Kyle once.
Yeah, Kyle ripped off this old lady one time,
Harry threatened to call the cops on him,
Kyle killed him.
(buzzing)
Our friend Kyle was only 17 at the time, a minor.
So when he was 21, he walked,
and had his record wiped clean.
Punk should've got life.
Better yet, death.
BRIDGES: So Eve, what's he been up to lately?
Serving parole for armed robbery.
Supposedly checks in regularly
and keeps his nose clean.
DOMINGUEZ: Ha, that'll be the day.
When's Jimmy's funeral?
Today at 1:00, Chinatown.
(drums beating)
(processional begins)
♪ ♪
I told him...
I told him not to use the damn credit cards.
Who pulled the trigger?
This cop.
Name of Bridges.
Nash Bridges?
You know him?
I used to.
♪ ♪
LEEK: Hey, where's Nash? I got something for him.
MAN: He's coming down right now.
Bad news. Home invaders hit another place,
only it wasn't another home and it's bad.
Oh, beautiful.
They hit Terrence Wong's gambling den.
Great, now Chinatown will boil over
while Terrence goes gunning for Kyle.
Injuries? Three civilians wounded,
and one of Terrence's bodyguards, Nash,
he didn't make it.
Harv? Go get Terrence Wong and bring him here now.
Definitely.
I want home field advantage this time.
So, why did you and my dad get divorced?
Well, sometimes you can love someone
and not love being with them all the time, you know?
Oh, yeah, me and my mom are kind of like that.
Sometimes I wish she'd run away and then just
come back home.
Kind of like that? Yeah, sort of.
You know, you and my mother have so little in common.
It's weird that you ended up with the same man.
Well, actually, we both ended up without him.
I'm dying.
No wait, I'm already in Heaven.
Consider it an early birthday present.
What? Oh, God.
No, I-I couldn't.
It's way too expensive.
BRIDGES: Terrence, glad you could make it.
Hey, Nash, you ever heard of a seat cushion?
I'm an old man.
Yeah, right.
You know, this might not have happened
if you'd have helped me before.
Life's a gamble.
Only death is a sure thing.
Well, there's one damn thing for sure:
hell of a lot more people are going to die
if you don't help me now.
That's possible.
The guy that did
this must've known your operation pretty well, huh?
I mean, to...
be able to slip guns past your bodyguards.
Maybe he worked for you before.
Maybe Kyle Chang.
They were wearing masks.
Well, according to the few witnesses that would talk to us,
they said they were wearing face paint.
Same thing.
Damn it, Terrence.
I'm trying to help you here.
Put your pride away for two minutes and help me out.
We've had this discussion before.
We never finished it.
Listen, Inspector Bridges,
if I allow you to fight my battles for me,
I would lose face with my people.
Then every punk this side of North Beach
would challenge me.
I have to go after him myself.
Well, there's another way.
No honor lost.
Just a simple wager.
High card wins.
You're a gambling man, Terrence.
You're playing my game, Nash.
You cheated.
(Terrence laughs)
So did you.
Yes, I did.
And now you're under arrest.
For running an illegal gambling establishment.
You know what you're doing here?
Yes, I do.
You save face.
I save lives.
Don't worry.
I'll get the D.A. to drop the charges,
after this is over.
You better.
Yello.
I'm home. KELLY: Hi.
Hi, sweetheart.
How are you?
Good. How are you? Mmm, good.
How was your day? Very good.
Um, we've got something amazing to show you.
Look.
BRIDGES: Wow...
Yeah... I mean, I mean no!
What are you trying to do, just skip puberty?
Daddy, I've already been through puberty.
Please don't hate the dress. I love it.
(stammering): I, I... the, the dress is terrific.
It's what you look like in the dress
that's got me bothered. Don't be silly.
She looks fantastic.
Yeah, well, that's what worries me.
What's your mother going to say?
She's going to say I look fantastic.
Daddy, when do I start to get dressing my own age?
When I leave home?
Oh, that's another thing.
You're never leaving home.
Nash, you were almost her age when you had her.
What's that supposed to mean?
Is this some sort of conspiracy here?
Oh, please, please, please, please,
please, please let me keep the dress.
Don't you want me to be happy?
I'll... discuss it with your mother.
Oh, thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you... Hey, wait,
wait a second.
Wait a second, I just said...
That's great, honey.
All, but...
I can't wait to call Tatiana and tell her.
Unbelievable.
Yeah, I know.
CASSIDY: Good night, Daddy.
Do you get the feeling it took a divorce for us to relax
enough to enjoy each other's company again?
Well, one thing's for sure.
So far our divorce is a complete failure.
(chuckles)
I don't know.
Maybe our marriage
ruined an otherwise perfect relationship.
DOMINGUEZ (playing guitar): ♪ Para bailar la bamba ♪
♪ Para bailar la bamba... ♪
I don't believe him.
I'm gonna shoot him. Mmm.
He's out of here tomorrow.
♪ ...Ay arriba y arriba ♪
♪ Ay arriba y arriba por ti seré ♪
♪ Por ti seré ♪
♪ Bamba, Bamba ♪
♪ Bamba, Bamba... ♪
(distant footsteps)
(gasps)
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
Daddy, what's happening?
(whispering): Quiet, everything's gonna be all right.
Come on. Come with me.
Come on, get in here.
Come on.
(cocking gun)
Remember how to use this?
Okay, anybody comes in that door besides me
or Joe you shoot 'em, you hear me?
Dad, give me one, too. I can help.
Use that, call 911. Nash, don't go
out there.
I'll be all right.
Stay right here.
BRIDGES: Joe! Huh?
Joe!
How many?
There's four. Two over there by the pantry
and by the window.
Where the hell did the other guy go?
Nash!
Watch out!
Bubba. Yeah?
It's time to get ugly.
I'm with you, Kimosabe.
You ready? Let's go. Yeah.
Joe!
DOMINGUEZ: What? Flash bang.
What?
Flash bang! Let's go.
DOMINGUEZ: Oh, hell!
Next time, Kyle.
Next time.
Go on, get him out of here.
Oh man, that grenade was like being front row center
at 43 straight Santana concerts,
I can't hear a damn thing, man.
You okay? Mm.
Yeah, I'm fine.
(chuckles)
Takes some time to get used to.
Kind of exciting, in a weird way.
I'll be back.
Are you okay?
Lisa. (gasping)
On the phone, you said a few gunshots.
Lisa, everybody's okay.
Nobody got hurt.
Don't you try to justify this.
I can't
believe you would endanger our daughter like this.
It's not his fault.
Hello, Kelly.
How have you been?
I've been worse.
Just can't remember when.
You want some coffee or...?
Let's just dispense with the civility.
You're not the Red Cross,
and we're not sticking around.
Come on, Cassidy.
I'd better be going, too.
Okay, now I'm totally confused.
Do all your ex-wives stay with you?
(chuckles)
Not anymore.
Is that the cell phone off the bad guy?
CORTEZ: Yes, sir.
It's still in use.
Maybe he's trying to contact his boss.
Try the recall button.
I love what you've done to the place.
Mmm, thanks.
It's real deconstructivist, isn't it?
RV Storage Facility, down at Pier 25.
(distant bell tolling)
Motor home's ready to split, man.
Tanks are full.
Yo, man, I like this two-way split a lot better
than that old six-way.
Yeah.
So where are we going to, anyway?
North.
Vancouver.
Till things cool off.
Vancouver?
Hey, man, why can't we go somewhere warm?
Mexico.
I ain't going to Vancouver.
Okay.
(groans)
(water splashing)
You can stay.
BRIDGES: All right, I'll tell you what you do.
You guys jump out and cover the sides
and I'll do a cruise right down the middle here.
All right.
(muffler puttering)
(engine revving)
Five George 31 in pursuit of a 211, 216 suspect.
Vehicle model's a mid '80s Winnebago,
tan on white, proceeding north on Columbus.
(car tires squealing)
He's heading east on Brannon.
LEEK (over radio): Nash, we're inside the building.
Where the hell are you?
Well, right now I'm trying to pull over our old buddy Kyle,
give him a speeding ticket.
He's heading toward the 101 and the 280.
Get units in place to block his east-west access.
(tires squealing)
We'll try and trap him under the bridge.
Don't push him. Just tail him.
(gunshots)
Intercept forces at all dissecting streets
east of Bryant.
Don't let him up on that freeway.
(car horn honking)
(car horns honking)
LEEK: Nash, you know where that freeway goes?
Since the earthquake, nowhere.
I bet that he's gonna stop before he gets to the edge.
What do we do?
Everybody just hang back,
be easy.
(car tires squealing)
Come on! No.
(tires screeching)
BRIDGES: I guess there won't be a next time, Kyle.
Hey, Joe.
Hey, I tried to clean up a little bit.
Oh, congratulations.
I heard about Kyle.
Though he did go too far with things.
The beer's hot.
Mm.
What happened to the elk meat?
Well, it thawed out.
I gave it to the crime scene cops.
Oh, you gave it to the crime scene cops?
Oh, so that means, um, you can go home to Inger.
No.
It's like you were saying,
I've got some bigger issues to deal with.
Mmm.
Well, a little Jerry Springer, amigo?
Sure.
Why not?
Hell, I'm a glutton for punishment.
LISA: Oh, you can return this.
And one more thing...
my daughter is never stepping foot in this death trap again.
You want to see her, you meet her in a public place.
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