(train chugging)
(lisping): It's NBC is owned by GE.
It was Disney bought ABC.
Nah. I thought that was CBS.
Yeah.
LEON: No, nah-uh.
Uh-oh. Five-0.
LEON: Uh, see you later, Roy.
(laughing)
Dominguez is still camped out at your place, huh?
Oh, you kidding? He and Inger are so entrenched
in their positions, it's a joke.
LEEK: I can help, man.
Me and my old lady, we had some problems
a couple of years ago.
I found a great marriage counselor.
He'll never go for that.
Huh? Hold...
Leon, where you going there?
Hey, it's cool, it's cool. Oh, you're dirty.
I'm a citizen. I'll be the judge of that.
LEEK: You're dirty, Leon.
My God, let me take a look at you.
Hey, you gentlemen want help?
All right, Leon, why the 911?
This one is big, it's worth 50 bucks, I think.
(chuckles)
How come you always get your biggest tips on my payday?
(sotto voce): Why don't you help me make it look good, Leon.
(loudly) What's your date of birth?
12-30-37.
There's a big buy going down, man.
It's a new dude in from Detroit.
He's moving 50 keys of prime Mexican black tar,
you know what I'm saying? When?
2:00.
2:00?
When was the last time you saw a clock, Leon?
'Cause my says 1:45.
You think maybe you could call us
just a little bit sooner?
Well, I just found out myself.
Plus, I was getting my bottles redeemed.
Where?
Come on, come on, come on, where? Pacific and Walter.
That old brewery on the wharf.
That's halfway across town.
You'd better hope you're right.
LEON: What about my money?
Check your pocket.
I told you I was clean!
♪ Sitting here staring at an empty wall... ♪
LEEK: What do you think, Nash,
should we call for some backup?
I see no cars, I see no guards.
Let's make sure that old Leon isn't con-running us first.
♪ I made another mistake... ♪
LEEK: Police!
♪ Since this devotion ♪
♪ I carry a torch for you ♪
♪ I want to die in your arms ♪
♪ I want to tell you I love you... ♪
Something's funny here.
♪ I'm burning, I'm burning ♪
♪ I'm burning candles for you ♪
♪ I'm burning candles... ♪
♪ For you. ♪
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LEEK: Oh, my God.
BRIDGES: Somebody's trying to make a statement.
Is that Albert Corona?
Mm-hmm.
That's Benny Burke.
Formerly two of the city's biggest heroin dealers.
♪ ♪
(woman vocalizing)
(vocalizing continues over sultry sax notes)
Corona and Burke were citywide class-A dealers.
Whoever took them out not only wants to play
in the big leagues, they want to own them.
Who cares? Shouldn't we be happy
that these guys are out of business?
For your sake, Evan, you'd better start caring.
Every banger and user in the city will be watching
how we deal with this.
What kind of message do we send?
Kill your buddies?
Turn our backs? That's true.
The only way we're gonna catch this new guy is
to start at the bottom and work our way up the food chain.
Harve, go find Flo.
Flo. Great idea.
CORTEZ: Flo? Who's Flo?
She's a hooker and a smack dealer, works the razor.
She knows more about what's going on in this city
than Herb Caen and the mayor combined.
SHIMAMURA: All right, let's get to work.
BRIDGES: How many other city employees
are gonna do the retrofit on the headquarters?
Us three.
The three of you?
What? It's a budget thing.
How long is that gonna take?
I don't think we'll ever finish.
No, not in my lifetime.
Not in your lifetime.
(laughs)
Ladies' lingerie, please.
What are you doing, adding to your collection?
Whenever possible.
Uh, A.J., I need to see you for a minute. Yeah, what's up?
Well, you're the government expert, you tell me, man.
Have you ever seen a letter this insane
in your entire life? Look at that.
It's from the Pension Department.
They say that due to some clerical error
that I'm four months short of my 20.
Ho...! Yeah.
And you must do the missing time
in order to receive your entire pension.
I told you, it was crazy, man.
Well, look, don't panic, homes.
We'll take care of it. Hey, thanks a lot, man.
Take this with you.
(mutters)
LEEK: All sources say
that our Flo has been working this section
of Church Street lately.
BRIDGES: I love Flo.
This ought to be fun. Hey, man,
I spoke to Liz Braley, you know, my marriage counselor lady.
She's totally up for it
if we can get Dominguez in her office.
(laughing): That'll be the day.
Hey!
Hey, baby, can you hook me up?
Oh, look over here.
There's our little
sweetheart now.
(laughing): Oh, good.
Pull up. Pull up. I'll get her.
I like the sound of that.
(muffler rattling)
(car horn honking)
BRIDGES: Oh! LEEK: What is she...
She's not going for a gun?
No. Flo hates guns.
Oh!
Well, here you go, bubba. Oh...
BRIDGES: On your mark, get set...
go, bubba! Damn!
Go! It's all yours.
Watch my food!
What's it gonna do?
LEEK: Flo!
Flo! Hey!
No, no! Hey, no, no!
I'll take a rain check on that.
Flo! Flo!
Don't make me chase you!
(car horns honking)
Oh!
Flo!
(shouting indistinctly)
Oh, I can't...
Hello, Flo. (car door slams)
Step into my office.
Hey, what'd I do?
Let's see here, same place as before...
Oh, honey, you simply gotta find a better place to hide this.
I won't forget this, man.
(panting): You check her for performance-enhancing drugs.
(laughing): You gonna be all right there, bubba?
So, how you been, Flo?
I was just getting loose.
Easy, baby, anything you say can
and will be used against you in a court of law.
Give me a hug.
I can't hug you and arrest you at the same time.
Nash, you're not gonna arrest me.
Well, honey, we gotta put somebody in the chair.
Oh, who?
Whoever killed Corona and Burke.
I'll plead out on smack, get me an 88.
(laughs)
You know what, sweetheart?
I appreciate your mastery
of the system, but there's gonna be no plea today.
No deals.
No, instead,
since you're out on parole
on a joint suspension sentence,
you can go back to jail and do the full term on what you owe.
Okay.
The man's from Detroit, his name is Roscoe Skirt.
He's working through his cousin who works here in the city.
Who's the cousin?
I don't know.
All I know is, Roscoe is Hispanic,
his cousin's black, it's a marriage thing.
Can you deliver Roscoe or the cousin?
Sorry.
This is all word of mouth.
I got not contact with either one.
Well, then we'll just have to move one notch up.
We'll have to put your dealer in the seat.
LEEK: That's right, Flo.
I can't give up Baby Boy.
Baby Boy Doe?
He's dealing again?
Oh, which one is Baby Boy?
Oh, come on, you remember Baby Boy. He's the one
that when he was born, his mother was so whacked out,
she couldn't give him a name. Ah, the social tragedy.
Yeah, the smack and meth dealer,
does the strong-arm robberies to pay for it.
What's it gonna be, Flo?
You set up Baby Boy, you walk.
Yes,
no, yes, no, yes, no.
Do I have a choice?
Let's go.
Oh, man, this is a nightmare.
I did what I could, Joe.
But with credit for holidays, vacations,
I got your time knocked down to 33 days.
33 days. What the...?
Relax, homes, it's gonna be easy.
I got you assigned to traffic.
Oh, great. Traffic.
(raspberry)
(motorcycle engine whirring)
(sighs)
Transgressor.
You're going down, babe.
(siren wailing)
(tires squeal) Whoa!
(engine revving)
DISPATCHER (over radio): 22, respond to that 1230?
I, number three-two-six-one...
Good morning, ma'am.
Can I see your driver's license
and registration, please.
Sure.
You coasted right through that stop sign, ma'am.
I'll have to give you a ticket.
Miss, uh...
Pawawar...
Uh, Piwowarczyk.
Grace Piwowarczyk.
(chuckles)
Had a sale on consonants that day, huh?
All right, let's see.
Pi... wo...
(scribbling)
(tearing ticket)
Uh...
Flew under the damn car.
(groans)
Don't touch anything up there.
(straining): Come here, you little bastard.
(groans)
(mumbling)
You don't happen to have any soda water in there, do you?
No, I-I don't.
Yeah, oh, the hell with it.
Um...
(mumbling)
(chuckles) Okay, here, just hold,
hold that, will you?
Um...
been a cop 19 years,
this is only the second ticket I've ever given.
But you're a traffic officer.
(chuckles) That's what they say, huh?
Um, all right, let's see.
(mumbling)
What the hell do you think V.I.N. is?
Vehicle identification number?
Good.
Very good.
You get five dollars off for that.
(both laugh)
Want to try for door number two?
(laughs)
Ah, let's see, blah, blah, blah.
Approximate speed, who cares?
Uh, C.M., H.M.
Tell you what,
you fill out the rest of this,
send it in if you want.
No more California coasting, okay?
No.
Okay.
All right, Grace.
That's a nice picture.
Thanks.
Justice served once again.
Excuse me, is this where the auditions
for the Village People revival is?
What's up with that?
What happened, A.J. couldn't fix it?
Them bureaucrats,
they can't even be good bureaucrats.
Nice outfit, Joe.
Here's a $25 fine.
(laughs)
Listen, I just got off the phone with Detroit P.D.
They know this Roscoe Skirt very well.
Uh, he's been linked to about a half a dozen slayings there,
but they couldn't pin a damn thing on him.
Did they say what he might be doing here in San Francisco?
Well, he's connected to one of the biggest heroin bosses
out of the Midwest, and the word on the street is,
is that, uh, he's gonna rise in the outfit
by taking over the drug trade here in San Francisco.
(scoffs) Not in my lifetime.
Well, they also gave me one other interesting tidbit.
Uh, Roscoe's apparently famous
for committing all these slayings
with, like, a pearl-handled .45.
Oh, good.
All we got to do is find the gun.
Except he never carries it on him.
Damn. (snaps fingers)
So, did you have any luck trying to find him?
Well, he's not exactly hiding.
He, uh, just
rented a mansion out in Seacliff.
Well, it's a nice day for a drive.
Good work, Evan.
Thank you.
(doorbell ringing insistently)
Hi, there.
S.F.P.D.
How y'all doing today?
Hey, how are you?
I'm looking for, uh, Roscoe Skirt.
Here I am.
Oh.
Hi, there.
Hey, I'm sorry it's taken me a while to get by.
I'm Nash Bridges, Inspector Nash Bridges.
Um, is this, uh, your cousin here?
It's all right, Antoine.
You know, sometime
I would love to hear the whole family story,
but I'm in a little bit of a rush today.
Now, you've been a busy boy, haven't you?
Yes, I've been enjoying myself.
(laughs)
ROSCOE: San Francisco's a wonderful city.
Uh-huh.
It sure is, but, you know, the thing is,
is that you're not welcome here.
You're kidding.
'Cause I've got a real estate agent
coming over here in a few minutes
to discuss converting my lease on this place
into an option to buy.
(laughs)
You see, I'm going
to build a big brick barbecue
right over here.
Really?
Yeah.
I built one in Detroit.
It's a real art, you know?
(clears throat)
You should listen very carefully to what I'm about to say to you.
Now, you killed
a couple of scumbuckets, and arguably,
the town's a lot better off for that,
so I feel like I ought to do you a favor
and give you at least 24 hours notice
to get the hell out of Dodge.
I'm not going anywhere, Inspector.
But you seem bright and persistent.
Come and work for me.
I'll triple your salary, you won't pay any taxes,
and I'll guarantee you years of employment.
No health insurance?
(laughs)
Consider it all health insurance.
Think it over carefully.
You want me as a friend.
(distant seagulls calling)
You know, there's something you should know about me.
I have this reputation
for when I'm threatened.
(grunts) Hey!
(choking)
Sometimes... I lose my temper,
and I don't like you.
See what I mean?
(breathing loudly)
But you can't touch me.
(chuckles)
I think I can.
See ya.
(knocking, door opens)
BRIDGES: Hi, there.
I've brought your favorites.
They're beautiful.
But totally ineffective as a ploy.
Damn!
Um, well, you want to maybe just go
for a straight apology thing, uh...?
Cassidy's not going over there again, Nash, period.
Where is she?
She's out with her friends.
(calculator keys clicking)
Hi.
I'm Nash.
Oh. Hi. I'm Pablo Hernandez.
I've heard a lot about you.
Really?
(laughs) That's funny.
I haven't heard a damn thing about you.
Uh... (clears throat)
So, you two been seeing each other, uh, long?
HERNANDEZ: Not too long.
Really?
What do you do?
Oh, I'm an oil painter, but I'm...
Well, I make my living as a fellow city employee.
I'm a fireman.
Ah.
So, how did you two meet?
Is this going
to be a full-on interrogation?
Because I can go get my bright light.
Sorry.
Lisa had a bagel fire in her toaster oven.
I-I put it out.
Fire in her oven, put it out, huh?
(Bridges laughs)
Cassidy will be home about 6:00.
Oh.
(clears throat)
Yeah, um, listen... can we discuss this?
I'll tell her you stopped by.
Okay.
(car pulling up)
(car door closes)
(keyless remote chirps twice)
Uh, excuse me, sir.
You can't park there.
It's a handicapped spot.
I-I don't got time for this. Write me a ticket.
Uh, I'm sorry, sir. You have to move your car.
The hell I do.
Perhaps you'd like to tell us
in your own words what happened, Joe?
Hey, who the hell cares if he was the son
of the president of the San Francisco Bank?
Humor me. I care.
Let me get this straight.
You, uh, pepper-sprayed the guy
for parking in a handicapped spot?
Yes.
(laughs)
He came at me, and I exhausted all
proper procedures, A.J.
(laughs) I'm sorry I missed that one.
DOMINGUEZ: Comes at me and says he knows
kung fu and all this crap.
(laughs) He went down in a heap of flames
like that show Twelve O'clock High... splat!
Ooh, you bad.
(laughter)
And that's when he twisted his knee.
(snickering)
You know, the funny thing is,
he'll probably get his disabled placard now.
Are you two through here?
The I.R. went straight to the chief,
and you, carnal, have the distinction of being
the only cop I know ever to get kicked out of traffic.
(snickers) What about my pension?
And how about my hog? I kind of liked that.
Your hog? Forget your Harley!
On top of that, the chief made me take you back.
Oh, no!
Haven't you got anything out at the airport?
You know, unloading, loading zone, that kind of guy?
You wish.
No, we got you back all to ourselves.
LEEK: I'm sorry
to interrupt.
Lieutenant, I'm sorry, but, uh, well, it looks like
our Detective Bridges...
He's been playing the lottery again.
What's it say?
"Nash Bridges, take your choice."
I can't wait to get Roscoe in the chair.
BRIDGES: All right, now, Flo,
you just go in there and do the deal
exactly like you would normally do it.
WOMAN: I'm nervous. I don't think
I can do this.
BRIDGES: Oh, sure you can.
(blows) (mic feedback squeal)
I'm sorry. Uh, testing.
It works.
You'll be right there, Nash?
I'll be there every second, sweetheart.
Don't you worry about a thing.
(door squeaks open)
(sighs)
Okay, here we go.
I can do this.
Everything's gonna be okay.
FLO: Getting closer.
Tell, uh, Joe, what a terrific experience you had
with your friend the, uh, marriage counselor.
Joe? Joe? What?
I'm telling you, it was great, man, it was great.
What kind of problems were you having with your wife?
Oh, oh, nothing, really.
It just... I got into this sort of midlife career crisis,
and basically, I was headed
for, like, the looney bin and divorce.
My problems with my wife aren't all that minor.
Inger, bless her heart,
wants me to move back to her hometown.
You're kidding. No, I'm not kidding.
Well, what's wrong with that, man?
That's, like, wonderfully nostalgic.
Her hometown is Smyrna, Sweden.
Whoa! It's payback for all my years on the force, I know.
You go see my counselor.
I bet she's gonna be on your side, man.
(sighs)
(rock music playing)
Hey, baby.
Here we go.
FLO: I need another ounce.
BABY BOY: You went through that last one pretty fast.
Well...
with Burke and Corona dead...
nobody else has got anything.
BABY BOY: I'll give you this, little baby.
FLO: Mm-hmm.
BABY BOY: But first, Baby Boy wants to play.
Yeah, I knew we should have gone with the video rig, man.
FLO: Baby Boy is bad.
We got to get in there, man.
How long do you think it's gonna be
before he finds that wire?
I want to do it.
No, you're gonna rip it.
Well, then hurry up.
What's that? What's that?
You're wired!
You came in here wired?!
(grunts)
(cat meows, door bursts open)
Police. Freeze!
(automatic gun firing) Gun!
Flo, get down.
(Flo screams)
(gunfire)
(loading clip)
I'm out of here. Just go.
(grunts)
(gunfire continues inside)
Joe? Yeah?
Don't shoot him unless you have to.
Yeah, right.
(gunfire continues)
(gunfire)
BRIDGES (whistles): Hey, baby.
(groans)
(sighs with relief)
Officers, okay, listen to me carefully, please, okay?
This is a big misunderstanding.
I'm serious, okay?
First off, I didn't hear you say cops.
I swear to God, I thought you were there to rob me.
I bought the gun at a swap meet.
I had no idea it was full auto until I fired it.
Look, you want to cut a deal, man? Beautiful.
I'll give up the guy who sold it to me...
(snaps fingers) like that.
Okay?
As far as that heroin goes, baby, you can ask Houdini
about that, man, because I ain't never seen that
until you arrived.
Now, I ain't saying, you know, it was you,
but... it wasn't me, and... I don't know where it came from,
but that's cool.
We can just forget about that, right?
Okay?
Why is everybody so quiet, man?
Come on.
I was set up, it was a plant.
We know... I know the game, all right, okay.
Okay, I'm going to tell you the truth, man.
You ready?
Here it comes.
I'm involved in a covert CIA operation.
Surprise.
This has ramifications back to the Trilateral Commission.
Of course, in a bust situation such as this,
there is a total disavowal of knowledge of me.
You've seen the Steven Seagal movies.
Everybody knows how it works.
Oye, guey.
¿Qué piensan ustedes?
¿Que, que somos pendejos?
(scoffs)
¿Que nacemos en el campo
donde las vacas dicen "Moo" y las ovejas dicen "Bah"?
So, guarden estas babosadas para sus carnales,
que van a parar sus amigos...
que van a pasar toda la vida en la carcel.
Officer, can you please tell me what he's saying?
You'd better figure it out.
Y ahora...
diganos ahora lo que queremos oir, Baby Boy,
o te vas arrepent... (screams)
What the hell is...?
(laughing)
Is there any part of you that's real, dude?
(laughing)
Yeah, okay. All right, look,
you guys act like I don't want to make a deal.
Well, let's... all right, wh... I'll cut a deal.
What do you want to know? Just tell me.
Okay.
We want you to put somebody in the chair.
Is that it?
Mm-hmm.
Pick somebody.
(chuckling, snaps fingers)
(Dominguez pats Baby Boy's back)
DOMINGUEZ: Oh, yeah.
So how'd it go?
He sang like Don Henley.
He can't give us Roscoe,
but he rolled over on Roscoe's cousin Antoine.
Huh, tell him the best part.
(Bridges chuckles)
Well, apparently, Antoine bragged to Baby Boy
that right before Roscoe came out here...
Baby Boy Doe's confession...
Anyway, right before Roscoe came out here,
he killed his former boss in the Detroit outfit,
and he wanted to bury him someplace
where he could see him every day.
So we get Detroit P.D.
to go in and bust up Roscoe's old place.
Exactly.
So, what, do we ring a bell,
or freak out and they come out?
What's the drill? I don't know.
Oh, man, will you knock it off?
Hi, I'm Liz Braley.
Hi. Nash Bridges.
Liz.
Joey?
I can't believe it's you.
(chuckles) It's really you.
You look great.
Well, so do you.
Go... uh, L-Liz and I went to high school together.
Uh, we used to date.
Oh, more than that.
We were first loves all through high school.
I can't believe we lost track.
Well, we'll have to catch up, won't we?
Yeah.
Well, you know, I know it's short notice,
but, um, how about dinner tonight?
(stammering): Well, I-I'd love to.
Great. (chuckling)
(doorbell rings) Got it.
Hello, angel.
Hi. How are you?
Good. I have your favorite.
Chocolate. Ice cream.
Spoons or bowls? CASSIDY: Spoons.
Hi, Lisa. Hi.
Hey, Pablo.
Nash, amigo.
Sorry, my, my hands are wet.
Oh, stay with it.
Pablo made the most incredible paella con arroz tonight.
He cooks almost as good as me.
Oh, not even.
So, uh, an artist and a gourmet cook, huh?
No, let's not get carried away here.
Well, no, come on.
You painted this, right?
Yeah. Well, a lot of the other firefighters,
they hire me to paint them for them.
You know, I try to make them, well, as artistic as possible.
Hmm, fascinating.
Yeah, but his, uh, real artistic work's upstairs.
Have your ice cream.
Whoa, whoa, did I miss something here? No.
Come on. Well, maybe I should just run upstairs
real quick and have a peek, huh?
BRIDGES: You know what I think?
I think a couple more visits
and I'm going to have her warmed up.
(chuckling): Yeah, she seems pretty relaxed
since Pablo's been here.
You know what, Dad?
I am never getting married, never.
I can understand that.
No, I mean it.
You don't need to do it to have kids.
It's totally old-fashioned.
Yeah, well, you might change your mind
when you find somebody that you really and truly love.
Well, you still love Mom,
and you're not married to her anymore.
And you married Kelly.
Was that because you really and truly loved her?
Did you figure this out all by yourself?
Marriage wrecks people, Dad.
I don't know why anybody does it.
Well, that's not really true.
Best answer I can give you is that...
maybe your mom and I aren't the best examples.
Why not?
I don't think that you learn everything from your parents.
Parents are people.
We're just ordinary like everybody else.
I don't think you're ordinary, Daddy.
Neither are you.
Stop hogging the ice cream.
Brat.
So, Liz, the last time I saw you,
you were getting ready to get married.
The first time.
Yeah. (chuckles)
'Cause I'm just bailing out of number three.
Oh.
You know what I have learned
after three marriages, Joe?
What?
To be honest.
Most importantly, to be honest with yourself.
In my case,
that's the willingness to admit
that I'm an abused spouse,
compulsive gambler, and chemically dependent.
(laughs) Really?
At least I kicked the shoplifting.
(chuckles nervously)
Uh, listen, you want a drink?
Oh, no, no, no, no, not for me.
Oh, no, I'm not an alcoholic, I-I'm just a problem drinker.
Oh.
Joe, I feel like I could tell you anything.
Oh, well... Not like my ex-husband Bob.
He was verbally abusive and passive-aggressive
at the same time, if you can believe that.
That's the relationship that hurled me into laxative abuse.
(clears throat, whistles) Oh, but I'm much better now.
I go to meetings and it works great. Drink.
Also for my bulimia.
Husband number one... Closet cross-dresser...
Just up and left one day.
(muttering) Stole my clothes.
As if they would fit.
(voice echoing): Of course, now I'm at the time in life
where I'm grieving my monthly visitor.
I go to support groups for menopause.
We're all on hormone therapy,
so we're very emotional.
Well, look what the cat dragged in.
Eh... morning, morning.
Don't even start with me; it's not what you think.
What should I think?
Oh...
God, you didn't wait up for me all night, did you?
(chuckles)
Don't be ridiculous.
Oh, we ended up talking all night.
That chick's life is a complete and total mess. (laughs)
Oh, brother, man, I got to get back with my old lady. (phone ringing)
(sighing)
Nash.
Did you think about my offer?
Hey, Roscoe.
Actually, I'm going to be getting back to you
about that real soon.
(Roscoe laughs)
I just love your attitude.
So, uh, did you call about anything in particular?
'Cause I've got kind of a busy day,
mainly devoted to putting your ass behind bars.
Saw a friend of yours last night.
She recommends you take in the view
from Lookout Road on Treasure Island.
It's amazing how the tide ebbs and flows out there.
(phone beeps off)
(dial tone humming)
Hmm.
Come on, Joe.
♪ ♪
Joe.
Yeah.
♪ ♪
Poor Flo.
Besides the judge who wrote it, the five of us in this room
are the only ones that know that there's a warrant on Antoine.
Our buddy Roscoe may have somebody in the department
who told him that Flo was working for us as a C.I.
He's got an inside guy?
Clerk or secretary,
it really doesn't matter now.
Right now we don't want Roscoe tipped
that we're going to take Antoine down,
so we're going to do it by ourselves.
No SWAT, no patrol.
(sighing): Why couldn't I come back
the week you guys were catching up on paperwork?
(chuckling): You boys up for it?
Hell, yeah.
Absolutely.
If we're going to do it this time,
we got to kick some ass, though.
You coming with us, Lieutenant?
You kidding me?
He wouldn't miss it for the world.
That's where A.J. started.
Who is Socrates?
MAN ON TV: Socrates is correct. Damn.
Now the bonus question is...
(device beeps)
(scoffing): Low-tech morons.
MAN ON TV: Sorry, time's up. What is photosynthesis?
Photosynthesis.
Damn.
It's a bust! Police!
Freeze, nobody move.
(grunts and groans)
Ah-ah-ah-ah.
(all yelling and grunting)
No, no, no, no, down, get down on the ground.
(all grunting and yelling)
(groans)
Dang, A.J.
Took this boy out.
Now, how the hell did this happen, huh?
Huh? Hey,
settle down, sweetheart. Hey, hey...
Look what I found.
What's that, about ten kilos, Antoine?
Y'all got a warrant?
Hey, man, we was born at night, but not last night.
I want a lawyer.
Is that your heroin?
I want my phone call.
Or Roscoe's? I'm taking the fifth, man.
What'd this guy do... buy a book of bad gangster lines?
(laughs)
(streetcar passing, bell ringing)
DOMINGUEZ: Okay, uh, honey, just give me two large cheeseburgers,
two orders of fries, and two large Cokes.
Okay?
Uh, oh, wait.
Uh, yo, Antoine, you want anything?
I'm not hungry.
Eh... you may want to think about that.
Why?
Well, we're going to be together for a while,
until you put Roscoe in the chair,
and that could be a long time.
You know what, Joe?
BRIDGES: Why don't you get him a pie? Get him an apple pie.
Uh, give me an apple pie, too.
Man, if you're gonna get me pie, get me cherry.
Y'all can threaten me, cajole me,
put me in prison, do what you want.
I ain't giving up Roscoe.
I ain't that crazy. WOMAN: Anything else?
You wanted milk with that, Antoine?
I got a lactic problem. No.
It's really pretty easy.
You don't even have to give us Roscoe personally.
You can just get us that famous pearl-handled gun.
Hey, man, first of all, I don't know nothing.
Secondly, ain't like I'm giving up no family members.
But if I did, if I did,
I ain't never gonna rat out Roscoe.
I'm not giving up Roscoe!
I'd be a crazy-ass fool.
Here you go.
Be very careful with
that filling. It's extremely hot.
You know, like, electric hot.
(laughing)
You know what I think? What?
I think we ought to give Roscoe a call.
What?
That's a very good idea.
(muttering)
(dialing)
Hello, Roscoe.
Nash Bridges here.
How are you doing?
Did you, uh, take that ride?
Well, yeah, but, listen, before we get into that, listen.
We're sitting here with a friend of yours,
and he just lost ten kilos of your heroin.
He'd like to say hi.
Yeah, it's Antoine, man.
What happened to you?
I'll take care of it, man.
This ain't got nothing to do with you.
Mmm, good fries.
I'll get you a lawyer. Just stay cool.
(laughs) Yeah, all right. Don't even worry about it.
Oh, I want to say good-bye.
Yeah, Roscoe?
Listen, we'll talk to you soon, huh?
Don't waste my time.
(phone beeps off)
ANTOINE: Get these cuffs off me!
Let me out of here, man!
Oh, man!
Antoine, the more time you spend with us,
what do you think Roscoe's gonna think?
Nothing!
Hmm, I don't know about that.
Hey, tell you what, why don't we
just give him another little call?
Now that's a grand idea.
Recall. Send.
Thank you.
Roscoe!
Hey, Roscoe, what's happening?
Hey, Roscoe, it's your old buddy, Nash Bridges.
You'd better back off, Nash, if you want to stay healthy.
Oops. He's threatening the life of a police officer.
(whispering): That's not good.
That's not good. You know what, Roscoe?
I've got someone here that wants to talk to you.
I didn't want to talk to you, man.
Then don't.
That's not what I'm saying, Roscoe.
You know what I'm saying.
Man, they're trying to run a game
on us here, man, and we family.
You'd better remember that, Toine.
That's cool, Roscoe, it's cool.
Whatever you say.
(phone beeps off)
(dial tone humming)
Take this. Oh, thank you.
Now, why don't you stay here and chat with Joe?
I'll be right back.
Where you going?
None of your business.
Boy, that Boyz In The Hood was a hell of a movie, wasn't it?
Shut up, man. You trying to run a game on me.
I recognize that.
You were in that movie!
No, it was Mi Familia.
So, I, uh...
I did a little checking into your buddy Pablo Hernandez.
Know what his real name is?
Paul Herman.
That's right.
He changed it to get a job at the fire department
under the minority hiring program.
You're always such a thorough investigator, Nash.
Well, I just thought maybe you might like to have the facts.
That's hardly all. What?
This is your whole control trip mode again.
No, it isn't. I don't care what you do.
Do what the hell you want to do.
I just thought I'd mention it.
You could never possibly let that happen.
Oh, come on, this isn't...
Are you guys fighting?
Yes. No.
Got it.
I don't think you want to be around.
You know what? I agree with Mom.
I think Pablo's okay.
I didn't say he wasn't.
So, did you, um, see the semi-nude he did of Mom?
Hey! No, I didn't.
That's it. Get out!
(laughs)
Hmm...
(laughs)
Yes.
I didn't model for it. Hmm.
Nor did I know he was going to paint it.
Mm-hmm.
It's, uh, cubist, huh?
Pablo's going through a Picasso phase.
Now, is this a little fire back here?
Is... (laughs) Is that what I'm seeing?
I think so.
(laughs)
BRIDGES: So, uh, is this for 250?
250. Quiet in the peanut gallery.
(mumbles)
Oh, yes!
How did you make that? Ha, ha!
This is a violation of my Third Amendment rights.
Now, take these cuffs off me!
It's up to 90.
(dull thud) Oh! Oh!
So close, and yet, so far. Oh, man!
Dang, I hate when that happens.
I think it's time to give Roscoe another jingle again.
Yeah, let's call him up.
You know, this time I think it ought to do it.
Oh, and, uh, Antoine,
for your edification, the Third Amendment
states that no soldier
in peace or war can be placed in your residence
without your permission.
Yeah, well, that, too. I'm not talking to him.
Hello? Roscoe?
Hi.
You know, it took us a while, (loading clip)
but, uh, we finally got what we wanted from Antoine.
(rack sliding) There's not gonna be a safe place for you, Bridges.
You're not going to believe this incredible story we heard
about, uh, your brick barbecue pit back in Detroit.
Something about your former boss being on a slow rotisserie.
Didn't... Man, I didn't say nothing about that.
Yeah?
BRIDGES: Now, how would we know something like that
unless old Antoine had rolled over on your ass?
I didn't know nothing about that, man!
(whispers): Shh. He's on the phone.
BRIDGES: Hello?
Roscoe?
You there?
I'm here.
Right now we're on our way
to pick up a piece of your hardware.
That's Antoine's pearl of an idea.
Bye-bye.
(phone beeps off)
(dial tone)
Let's go. (phone beeps off)
(angry grunt)
You gonna be all right there, bubba?
I believe Antoine's about to have a religious conversion.
BRIDGES: He looks a little shaky, doesn't he?
Hmm.
(seagull calling)
(brakes squeak)
Roscoe was afraid of a search warrant
on his own crib, so we hid the gun here.
(door creaking)
(seagulls calling)
Right over there on the side.
It's not here.
I'm out of here.
Hey, get back.
You sold me out, Antoine.
Get down.
Whatever happened to family trust?
ANTOINE: I didn't say nothing, man.
It wasn't me. It was Baby Boy.
It's not too late.
Come back to us.
These guys can't save you.
They're going down.
ANTOINE: You wouldn't help me.
You were gonna just shoot my ass.
Damn right.
Nash, on your left!
Yeah, I see him. (gunfire)
Can you take him?
Yeah, I got him.
(grunts)
(gunfire)
(groans)
Antoine!
ANTOINE: If it wasn't for me,
you'd still be back in Detroit.
I know that, Antoine.
Get your butt over here.
Why do you got your gun up?
Why do you?
(gunshot)
(groans)
(gunshot) (groans)
(gunshot)
(groaning)
What now?
Nothing.
They teach you day one in the Academy,
don't get in the middle of domestic disputes.
Put your gun down.
BRIDGES: Get up against that wall.
It's cool, man.
Hey, it's cool, man.
BRIDGES: Keep those hands where I can see 'em.
It's cool.
(elevator whirring)
DOMINGUEZ: No, seriously.
This used to be Al Capone's vault.
(metallic clattering)
Hey, wouldn't this make a great, uh, game trophy room?
Hi, Inger.
Hello, Nash.
Mmm. Nice to see you.
It's really good to see you. (laughs)
Well, the day you longed for is finally here.
I came to get my stuff.
I can't believe I'm saying this,
but I'm actually going to miss the company.
Well, I'm gonna miss you, too.
Uh, no offense.
You mind if I use your phone?
No, not at all.
It's, uh, right there on the desk.
(distant foghorn sounding)
So, uh, how'd you get her back?
Easy. Just totally caved.
Oh, no. Sweden?
Ja. Ja.
When? Well, you know,
we're looking into it right now,
you know, trying to find
a shipping container for all our stuff.
Uh, you know, not that soon.
What in God's name are you gonna do over there, bubba?
Oh, God, I don't know, man.
I bet you I can get a good spot
on the local Chicano coalition, though.
(both laughing)
It's not right away.
I mean, I've still got to put in my pension days,
you know, so I'll be around...
(sighs) I'm speechless.
Mm.
Well, hey, I'll be back.
You know, I'm not gonna go forever, you know.
I'll come back.
I'm gonna be prouder, stronger,
a kick-ass downhill skier.
(yodeling)
(both laugh)
I'm gonna miss you, bubba.
Hey, I'm gonna miss you.
(sighs)
You ready?
Sure, yeah.
Good-bye, Nash.
No good-byes.
I hate good-byes.
No good-byes.
Okay, well, then, I'll see you at work tomorrow.
Yeah. Go. All right, dude.
Okay. Later.
Bye.
Oh, uh... Hej da.
(laughs)
(Bridges laughs)
BRIDGES: Hej da.
(elevator rumbles and whirrs)
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