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Great way to start the day, huh?
Mm-hmm. 'Morning to you, too, Nash.
Want to give me the rundown?
Victim was an African-American male, aged 22,
gang affiliations, blown away in broad daylight.
Word on the street is, he was some kind of Romeo,
got caught doing the pony ride
with a rival gang member's sister.
Beautiful. Where's the body?
No body. No body?
Uh-uh. Just this.
An Air Jordan.
Size 11, extra wide.
Great detective work.
You need to see the crime scene, Nash.
Any witnesses?
Just one.
Out of this whole complex, one witness?
Nobody's talking.
This is her? Yeah.
Did you see the shooter?
No. I was in the lobby.
But he did.
Hi.
Hey, what's your name?
Jamal Muhammed Shakur Jackson.
All right. I like that name.
That's a good name.
You a cop?
Yes, sir, I am. You want to see my badge?
There you go, check it out.
So Jamal, tell me what you saw.
Boom!
Boom.
Uh, was it a shotgun? Did you see the man with a gun?
Boom!
Boom.
Uh, was it an explosion...? CHANTELLE: Can we go?
I just started a new job and I cannot be late,
and I've got to get him off to school. All right.
Okay, Jamal. It was nice talking to you.
Look, if he remembers anything,
give me a call at that number, all right?
Sure. Thanks.
Take care, buddy.
Told you.
Where'd you find the sneaker?
Actually Officer Kelly found it.
It was blown 22 feet into the street.
There's another guy who wants to talk to you.
Here he comes, this guy right here.
What guy? Hey, yo. You the man?
Uh, that depends.
I'm Leon, man.
Okay, hi, Leon. This is my crib.
You know, I've been clean my whole life. Uh-huh.
I'm a civilian. I pay my taxes. Uh-huh.
I mean, tell me now, who's going to pay for this?
Whoa, don't look at me, bubba.
I've got two ex-wives, child support, insurance payments,
book of the month club.
How about all that?
Now, where's your place anyway?
Man, my pad is right here.
Look at it.
Whoa. Just look at that.
Well? Boom.
Bryn, call Ballistics.
And tell them to bring the really big tweezers.
♪ ♪
(woman vocalizing)
(vocalizing continues over sultry sax notes)
HARVEY: You want me to bring in the bomb squad?
BRIDGES: Harve, it wasn't a bomb,
it was a...
I don't know, some sort of kickass assault weapon.
What do you think... Good morning, ladies.
WOMEN: Hey, Officer.
Do you think they modified an AK-47?
Harvey, it blew a hole in a wall the size of the East River.
Whatever it is, it's not something you'd put in your purse.
(scoffs)
Morning, A.J.
Mr. Bridges, a moment of your time, please?
You bet.
CORTEZ: I've got to run, okay?
Yeah, I miss you too.
Okay, baby, bye-bye.
Child, this ain't no date book.
What you think this is, The Love Connection?
Hello, excuse me, but where is your most recent boyfriend living now?
Uh-huh. Thought so.
San Quentin. 9-4-9-6-4.
So don't even throw me no shade, girlfriend.
Uh, ladies, you having any luck here?
Not yet.
They're all so ugly.
Nash Bridges, Captain Sandra McCormack.
She's stationed at Pacifica.
Nice to meet you, Captain.
I thought they were tearing that joint down.
We're in the process of shutting down, yes.
We still have a small cadre working.
A high-powered military weapon called the Javelin
has been stolen from the post.
The Javelin is a man-portable anti-tank system
which provides high lethality
against conventional reactive armor
within a range of 2,000 meters.
SHIMAMURA: I think you've seen what damage it can do, Nash?
I certainly did.
Heavy situation.
Gang members with military hardware. Mm-hmm.
You know what I'm trying to figure out is
how someone could just walk onto a military base
and stroll off with that kind of a weapon.
Haven't assault weapons been stolen from the police in the past?
Guns.
Not an anti-tank system.
That's a semantic distinction.
(chuckling): Not to a tank commander.
I'm responsible.
I'm the battalion supply munitions officer.
The Javelin was being stored in a bunker
under my jurisdiction.
How many rounds of ammo?
An eight-round case.
(chuckles)
Damn, this is going to be fun.
Yoo-hoo, Mr. Police Officer.
He's not in here.
Do you have another book?
(sighing): One second.
Oh, God, I-I see what happened.
Please let me explain.
Let me interrupt you for just one second.
Our associates from Bensonhurst and North Beach
want me to remind you that you never lie to people
that you accepted as a friend.
Well, there must have been a mix-up.
See, the evening you came to purchase the Javelin,
another gentlemen also came to the warehouse to buy the MREs.
MREs, sir.
Uh, Meals Ready To Eat.
See, they replaced K-Rations.
'Cause if you lie to a friend... he can kill you...
without any further provocation.
That's what I was getting to, sir, before I digressed.
See, the other guy must have
erroneously received the anti-tank weapon
while you ended up with
the MREs.
Now relax, relax, relax.
Jeffrey, are you my friend?
Yes, I am.
Good. Where's my Javelin?
It's an appliance store on Hunter's Point.
Don't take the freeways.
Marina to Bay, Embarcadero to Third.
I don't mean no disrespect, but is this smart, Vince?
Well let me finish, okay?
So my cut is ten percent.
That's fine. That's standard, okay?
But Steven and Ronny, Vovokis gives them 15%.
For what?
And Nick doesn't even think I know this.
And annually, at the Christmas party on his yacht,
where all the wives get a Tiffany egg,
and all the children get bicycles...
Bicycles, wow.
The late wife and I
never get invited. Not once.
It's a sort of pettiness and favoritism
that does not inspire loyalty.
It inspires survival.
If you kill Vovokis, you could start a nationwide mob war.
Every ten years.
Like a dish of spumoni, got to clean the palate.
Besides,
you take somebody out with an anti-tank weapon,
that's a statement of power.
DRIVER: Sure is.
NARRATOR: What separates the Javelin from previous anti-tank systems
is the exclusive fire and forget technology.
This technology permits the gunner to fire
and immediately take cover.
Damn. (remote clicks)
My CO's being extremely generous.
He's given me 48 hours to track the Javelin down
before he ends my military career.
BRIDGES: Well, before you start looking in the help wanted ads,
we should check in with Big Barry.
(funk music playing)
Okay, baby, I've got you down.
Warriors and seven.
Seven and a half.
Okay, see you court side.
Nash Bridges!
Big Barry! My man.
How you doing, brother? How're you doing?
Good to see you.
I see you brought along a friend.
Easy, Barry.
Amazing how beauty can brighten up a day.
Say hello to Captain Sandra McCormack.
How do you do? How you doing, Sandra?
Tiny.
Huh? Get off you butt
and get me two lattes for my friends.
Hey, Tiny.
Yo, Nash.
So, you come in for a trim?
No haircut today, Barry.
(chuckles)
Barry, did you hear about the shooting
in Mandela Gardens this morning?
Yes, I did.
Children today.
Violence is their daily bread.
That Mandela Gardens is a battleground.
We got World War III going down right before our eyes,
and nobody's doing a damn thing to try and stop it.
WOMEN: Amen.
Amen, brother.
Barry, do you know who the shooter was?
Uh-uh.
You know me better than that.
I don't rat out my own people.
Please, we just want the weapon.
Barry, I'm calling in a chit.
Okay, listen.
If I give you a name,
you got to give me your word you won't take him down.
You got it.
Listen, Nash, does this make us even?
(laughing): Get out of here, man.
Not even close.
Oh, man.
DIAMOND: So now we are friends.
Who took my gun?
WINSTON: T-bone. That's all he told me.
He's some kind of gang banger.
You sold something that didn't belong to you.
All life is is accountability.
Listen, let me make it up to you.
I just got something in.
Wait... wait... wait...
Oh, no, that's not it.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
No, that's not it.
Wait, don't go nowhere.
I got it around here somewhere.
Tec-9.
Made in America.
I don't want a submachine gun.
I want my Javelin!
T-BONE: I don't know what you're talking about.
McCORMACK: Sure you do, T-bone.
It weighs about 50 pounds, backfires like hell.
I'm sure you remember.
BRIDGES: Look, T-bone, I really don't want to keep you
because I know you've got a really busy schedule tonight.
So why don't you make it easy on all of us
and just tell us where the weapon is.
I told you man, I ain't got your weapon.
What you need to do is talk to my lawyer, Howie Weingrad,
down at Weingrad, McMullen and Green. Mm-hmm.
He'll set you straight.
I hate talking to lawyers, and if I'm going to have
to talk to a lawyer, I'm going to do it after I slap
a murder one rap on your ass.
For what, man? You got nothing on me.
I was at the crib, asleep.
(laughing): Yeah, I'll bet you was dreaming about
the betterment of humanity,
about that world tour you're going to do
with Mother Theresa and Michael Jackson.
Come on, T-bone, man,
just tell me where the... (car approaching)
(rap music playing) Get down!
(automatic weapons firing)
(tires squealing)
They're coming back around, so just stay down.
Look out, here they come again. T-bone!
Stay down.
(yelling)
(rapping): ♪ Roll through the city nights ♪
♪ Witness the drama rise ♪
♪ Prepare yourself to be touched emotionally high ♪
♪ We're getting money, sister ♪
♪ Part of your life story ♪
♪ If thieves come, yeah, if you got what they need... ♪
(dogs barking in distance)
(panting and moaning passionately)
Are you okay?
Uh-huh.
Did you, uh...?
Did I what?
You know. Did...?
Of course.
You just... you just seemed a little quiet.
I'm not what you would call a screamer.
I'm going to go take a shower, okay?
Do you... do you mind if I join you?
Well, I don't want to get my hair wet.
(sighs)
(exhales sharply)
(mechanical whirring)
SHIMAMURA: So you knew these girls from Polk Street?
SIMONE: Mm-hmm. Every single one of them.
And they are scared down there.
Simone DuBois, Officer Cortez.
Enchanté.
CORTEZ: Nice to see you. Yeah, we met yesterday.
Simone is here as a representative
of the Gay Lesbian Transgender Community.
As you all know, there's been a rash
of beatings on Polk Street.
Three transvestite prostitutes
have filed reports since January.
Excuse me. That's transgender sex-workers.
I'm sorry. Excuse me.
Transgender sex-workers.
Now, hate crimes frequently go unreported,
so I want to make this top priority, people.
She's been through the mug books, can't make an I.D.,
so I'm going to send someone in undercover.
I'll volunteer.
I worked the summer of '93 fielding hate crime complaints
out of the Hall of Justice.
I think I have a real sensitivity to the issue,
aside from the fact I happen to look good in a short skirt,
which not everyone
in this room can say.
You're just too real.
So you need a biological man?
Yeah.
All right. Well, I'll try anything once, twice,
three times.
Uh-uh. No, no, no, no, no. (chuckling)
Wh...
Wait a second here, Lieutenant.
Bryn volunteered, and so did Harvey.
Evan!
Let me see your hands, sugar.
Let me see your hands.
(chuckling)
Now, Lieutenant, this isn't fair, you know?
We got Harvey over here... Officer Cortez,
your dress size, please?
Nice ride!
Thanks, bubba.
(chuckling): Man, oh, man!
BRIDGES: Look at this. Wide-screen TV,
all the latest in electronics.
Old T-bone was living large.
Damn! I must be in the wrong line of work.
What did you find?
He must have unloaded the Javelin already.
What's that?
The instruction manual.
No kidding?
For a military weapon, huh?
(phone ringing)
Hello.
It's about time somebody picked up this phone.
Let me speak to T-bone. Now!
Well, T-bone, he's out on a run, see,
so maybe I could help you with something.
Who the hell are you?
I'm the man, sport.
T-bone works for me.
Yeah? Well, you run a pretty shoddy operation, man.
That weapon you sold us...
It was a complete bogusity of a sham.
The Javelin?
Whatever.
He forgot to give us the instruction book.
That wacky T-bone.
He's always missing those little old details, isn't he?
You know, I got that right here, bubba.
Why don't you just swing on down here and get it?
I'll be there in a half an hour.
Beautiful.
What's that?
Our lucky day.
You talk to T-bone?
Yeah, yeah. I took care of it.
I can go get the manual.
Hey, where's my game prize?
Let me have a buck.
Go get a life.
You completely miss the point.
I'm a game piece short of a cruise to the Bahamas.
Jimmy, Jimmy, go get a couple of sodas.
What am I, a freaking busboy?
Come on. Get going.
He wishes he had that respect, huh?
Franklin, get over here. Look at this, guys.
Look at this.
Fries? You got it.
This is important right here. 1:00,
like clockwork, they're going to bring out the money.
We're going to park the van right here.
Uh... That's a block away.
Don't worry about it. I have a Javelin.
It's got a lot of power.
Marco, the armor in these trucks is very dense.
What if it don't penetrate it from that range?
Listen. I'll handle that.
All you and Jimmy got to do is get the money.
Hey, check it out. I won... I won a soda!
Jimmy, I need those instructions.
Get going! Come on! Get out of here!
All right.
DIAMOND: You know what we're going to do, Henry?
We're going to see Big Barry.
He's plugged in.
If my gun's somewhere in this city, he'll know where.
That's it. Right there.
Hey, Barry.
Vincenzo! It's been awhile.
Yeah. I don't get out to the provinces that often.
Hey, listen. I wonder if you could help me locate something.
You mind, uh... taking a walk with me?
Uh... step into my office.
No. That's okay. I got a barber back in the neighborhood.
I insist. That is, if you want me to help you.
(knocking)
Hey! How are you?
Come on in. What's your name?
Jimmy D. Jimmy D. Jimmy D.
Listen. You having a good day?
Where's T-bone? You got what I need?
Well, yeah. Listen, I'm sorry about that little mix-up.
You know T-bone. He gets a little busy,
and he starts running around, and I can't keep track of him.
Is this, um... the manual that you were looking at?
Yeah. Oh, good.
Well, you're also under arrest.
Wait! Damn! What?
Hey, where did you learn how to do that?
Catholic school.
Swell. If this thing's going down at 1:00,
on Market and Sixth, I'd better get moving.
So, what do I owe you?
$400.
What?
Well, I look too good to argue.
Let the shop say amen.
WOMEN: Amen.
What in the hell were you going to use that weapon for anyway?
We were robbing an armored truck.
What?
I said we were robbing an armored truck.
I'm sorry. Am I... Am I keeping you?
Are you late for your Mensa meeting?
Criminy! Do you know how powerful that weapon is?
Do you?
Better than what's on the street. Yeah?
Bubba, that may be the understatement of the decade.
When was this little robbery going to go down?
What time is it now?
12:55.
Five minutes.
Five...?
Where?
San Francisco Bank, Market and Sixth.
What about these hooks, man?
Right here at the curb, Frank.
Rock 'n' roll, boys.
5-George-31 pursuing a possible 211
at San Francisco Bank, Market and Sixth Streets.
Requesting all available backup. Hang on.
Hey, what about the instruction manual?
Forget Jimmy D. Forget the manual.
We'll do it without him.
Yes! You know, that just means a bigger cut for us.
Help me with this thing.
Hold on. Hold on.
It's heavy. Whoa. Whoa.
Got it? Got it? Got it? Got it?
Lock it in.
Loading. Got it.
(device beeping)
Marco, I'd move closer.
All we gotta do is slow it down. Then we jump.
The shell's going to bounce off.
Oh, momma!
I think it worked!
We're too late.
Gee, you think?
Let's go! Get in the truck!
Hey!
Marco, we did it!
Get in the truck! Get in the truck!
(yelling) Go! Go! Go!
Police! Freeze! Get down!
(gunshots)
(tires screeching)
Whoo-hoo! Yeah, baby, that's what I'm talking about!
Oh, my God.
Hey, think about it, man.
Our days of penny-ante crap are over now.
We, we, we could kick a wall out of Fort Knox.
Heck, we could even shoot down Air Force One.
Are you kidding me? No!
No, don't you get it, Marco?
We're in control now! We got the power!
When you got the gun, you're the man!
Do you know what's gonna happen to us
if we get caught with that gun?
Do you know what we just did with that gun? What?
Franklin, stop the car! Stop the car right now!
Pull over!
(tires squeal)
Get out of my face!
Get out of my...!
Damn gun! No!
That's what I think of that damn gun.
And we're gonna get rid of this ammo, too.
Get on the truck! Let's go!
Let's go! (tires squealing)
TOMMY: Why would you do that?
You shouldn't have done that, man.
Enough already, Tommy.
You had no right to throw that thing away.
You in or out?
I'm folding. (door bursts open)
Freeze!
CARSON: Drop it!
Where're you going there, Jethro? Sit down.
Sit down! What is your problem?
Bryn.
How'd you find us?
Bread crumbs.
Now then...
that was some real nice work today there, fellas.
Huh. Shut down half the city for a bunch of singed bills
that you can't even buy
a bag of corn chips with.
Now I'm gonna ask you Phi Beta Kappas
just one question... and only one time.
Where the hell is that weapon?
Oh, man, this damn thing's heavy.
(scoffs)
(weapon thuds on floor) (grunts)
(groans)
(phone beeps on)
Ooh, child, she got the shoulders of a linebacker!
But don't you worry your pretty little head
'cause we got everything you need.
It's not a big problem, okay?
I don't know, man.
Doesn't this seem like a little too Showgirls?
Oh, please, what do you think, you're going to the White House
to have tea with Hillary Clinton?
It's fine, and plus with the right shoes,
you're going to love it!
I don't know, man. I was thinking, you know,
something a little more conservative, you know.
(phone rings)
One second. Cortez.
Stephanie?
Uh, yeah, yeah, dinner tomorrow night, 8:00,
yeah, it's all confirmed.
(laughing): Look at this.
This is you!
Look, man, let me tell you something, okay?
This isn't me. You don't even know me, okay?
Me is like, you know, like a Chicago Bears sweatshirt
that hasn't been washed in two weeks.
Me is like a pair of jeans that has
never seen the spin cycle of a washing machine ever!
What are you looking at?
I'm not sure.
Well, I guess
you must save a lot of money on laundry, then.
Look, man, I'm trying to talk to my girlfriend on the phone, okay?
Can this little fashion parade
maybe wait, like, two minutes? Thank you.
Ooh! She's showing her claws now.
Mreow! Mreow!
Lookit, man, I'm not a she.
Oh, yeah?
Stop calling me she, okay? I'd really appreciate it.
Let me tell you something.
I'm doing this for the girls, I'm not getting paid for this.
I'm doing this for the girls, not for you.
So if you want to prance up and down Polk Street
with a little halter top
and some flip-flops and some hot pants,
you go right ahead, looking like white trash on a holiday!
But don't come crying to me
when nobody picks your tired little ass up, okay?
(sighs)
Uh, Stephanie, um, yeah, yeah,
I'm at the station working on a case.
Look, do you know that it took me two weeks
to get those reservations?
No, no, no, no, I know that, I know that
business always comes first, but... (distant horn honking)
Okay, look, look, I'm gonna leave a key for you outside
underneath the plant at my apartment, okay?
Okay. Bye.
You know me, huh?
With your nasty little attitude,
I can't say I blame her.
(women chattering)
Five large?
Did you or did you not tell me four over the phone?
That was before you asked me for the hair products.
What hair products?
You got your sea kelp shampoo,
you got your detangler,
and I threw in some dandruff treatment
'cause I noticed a few flakes there.
Stuff works like a Biblical miracle.
WOMEN: I heard that.
Hey, I don't need any of that crap.
Then I guess we can't make a deal.
Hey, hey, Barry, hey, aren't you my friend?
No, you're not my friend.
That shouldn't stop us from doing business.
Hey, hey!
All right.
WOMEN: Ooh! Ooh! WOMAN 2: Barry!
Well, you're very welcome.
May I now please have my gun?
WOMEN: That's a big one!
Don't forget your shampoo, baby.
Thus tomorrow begins a new era.
I got all the bank robbers
from the armored truck in lockup.
They claim they left the Javelin in a dumpster,
but now it's gone.
We'll canvass the neighborhood and see what turns up.
One guess. Mayor Werksman.
Why'd she just called me?
(chuckling) She's pissed.
That fiasco at the bank,
nationwide, we're on the news.
Look, she gets nervous, it makes me nervous.
Work some magic, please, Nash.
I'm doing my best.
After you, A.J.
Hey, Lieutenant.
Cortez?
Wow!
That's hot.
No, no kidding, seriously, that's, uh, that's good.
Yeah, thanks, Nash.
Excellent. Excellent.
Nash, can I ask you something?
Yeah, as long as it's not for a date.
(laughs)
I mean, what do you do
when you, when you really like a woman, you know,
and-and things are really clicking between you,
but you feel her like-like holding back?
Bubba, let's be clear about my record on women here.
I may not be the guy you want to ask.
Yeah, this is serious, Nash.
I mean, women are nuts about you.
You know, you're like a magnet.
Oh, come on.
That doesn't mean I understand them.
I don't know.
Best advice I can give you is get her to talk to you.
Tell her what's going on.
You know what I mean? (zipping up)
(toilet flushing)
(water running)
CORTEZ: Nash Bridges, Simone DuBois.
Oh, hi, poppy.
Oh, uh, sorry.
Nice to meet you.
Okay.
Good luck out there, ladies.
Thanks a million.
Say, listen, uh, if you're in the neighborhood,
why don't you. uh,
stop on by?
You can count on that.
Hey, Simone.
Hey, Lieutenant.
(phone rings)
Nash.
It's me, baby.
You got something for me?
Well, that depends.
Okay, on what?
If you can lose that signed confession
your people took when I got busted
on that bogus robbery beef last winter...
What signed confession?
Well, all right.
(chuckles)
You're looking for a guy named Vince Diamond,
a nickel-and-dime wiseguy.
What's he want to do with the weapon?
Ask him.
He lives at 427 Hillsberry Street.
Okay, thanks, baby.
Sure.
(doorbell buzzing)
Well, I guess he's not home.
What now?
Well, quoting Mr. Tolstoy,
"The strongest of all warriors are these two:
time and patience."
(Bridges sighs)
SIMONE: You know what you need, girl? A name.
We gonna christen your ass tonight, okay?
Let's see, um...
Oh, I got it, I got it.
Uh, how about "Mistress Evana"?
Oh, my mother would be so proud.
(Simone laughs)
Okay, girl, incoming. Strike a pose now.
Ooh, a couple bad guys.
CORTEZ (falsetto): Let me be your fantasy, sweetheart!
What you doing?
I was waving. I was being friendly.
What you think you are, Miss Princess Diana?
You can't be waving!
Look, I'm sorry, all right?
This is my first night out here.
Now maybe when I've been here, like, you know,
working the streets for ten years like you,
then maybe I'll have it down. Uh-uh.
No, no, no, no, no, you should not have gone there, sister.
Forget it.
Simone, where're you going?
Simone, hey, man, don't leave me out here all alone.
I'm sorry! Simone, come back!
HARVEY: Oh, you should not have gone there, sister.
(chuckles)
It's gonna be a long night, Harve.
(Sandra sighs)
McCORMACK: Any pretzels left?
BRIDGES: There sure are.
This is kind of fun what you do.
(chuckles) Oh, yeah, it has its moments.
It's like you're in the battlefield every day where the action is.
I miss that.
You handle yourself okay, McCormack.
What if this Diamond guy doesn't come back?
What if he skipped town?
Well, he'll be back.
McCORMACK: So what do you do in your time off?
(chuckling) I don't take any time off.
I'm actually kind of famous
for having the all-time most accumulated
vacation days in the department.
(chuckles)
I know this great little bed- and-breakfast up in Mendocino.
It's fabulous.
Just a couple of hours up the coast.
Turn-of-the-century decor.
Whale-watching from your window...
if that's what you want to do.
I bet I could make you break your streak.
Tempting.
Hey, stop!
CORTEZ: Hey, Harvey, you got my other coat, man?
I'm freezing out here
God, this sucks.
Oh, my God, will you quit moaning?
It's Friday night, the city's paying you to party.
Uh-oh. Hey, you might have a little transgender competition
coming up here, Evan.
Sweetheart, who told you you could work this corner?
Simone.
Mama Simone? Figures.
I'm Fabergé, okay?
Now that you know my name,
why don't you and Toto take a Greyhound
back to the farm and leave the streets to the big girls?
I don't think I can do that, bubba.
FABERGÉ: Ah!
Don't even think about it.
This is my sugar daddy.
(over radio): I know just what he likes.
Come to Mama, sweetie.
Want to party?
CORTEZ: What you got, Harve?
Nah, let him go.
This guy doesn't fit the profile.
This guy, he looks like a Gambino wannabe.
Hey.
Hey, Dorothy.
He wants you.
Harvey, what do I do, man?
Well, you could blow your cover,
or you could sashay your little tush over there.
FABERGÉ: So, where've you been?
Hey, how you doing... Dorothy?
Uh-huh.
It's kind of cold tonight, Dorothy.
Do you want to step inside my car?
Why don't you go home and rent yourself a video?
Yeah. Okay.
Bitch. Hey, come here.
Come here. Hey, pick that up.
Guess what? I'm a cop and you're under arrest.
Put your hands on the hood.
(groans) Oh, well, I'm glad
we didn't blow our cover.
Cuff this guy, Harve.
Police...
Well, if you'd spoken nicely.
Yeah. I'm gonna be out on bail faster than you can say...
Yeah, fine. Yeah, but you're going to jail now.
Get him out of here.
Sandra?
(murmurs)
Mmm. What time is it?
A little after midnight.
Oh, I was having the most wonderful dream.
(laughs)
Really?
Want to tell me about it?
Mmm, it's a little lurid.
Is that supposed to make me less interested?
The wise guy come back?
No.
I think we'd better call it a night.
Okay. My place or yours?
Mine.
Just remember, buddy, overtime, overtime,
transgender overtime.
EVAN: What do you think, for my drag name, of the name Ivana Hump?
(laughs)
I think you've finally lost it.
I've lost it.
Yeah, if you don't become one of us,
I feel very bad for you, man.
(laughing) Hey, look alive.
Watch your back now, Evan.
This guy fits our profile.
You looking for a date?
Yeah.
Get in.
You like what you do?
Beats minimum wage.
CORTEZ: Let go of me! Get in here, man!
Mace!
Oh! God!
Get your ass out!
Get out of the car!
Give me your arm.
Spread your legs. Get over there.
Quit moving!
(footsteps)
I've been waiting for you for hours.
Oh, my God.
Look, Stephanie, we're doing this undercover thing. I...
Shh!
This is so...
unbelievably hot.
(moaning, kissing)
BRIDGES: Well, he's got all the prerequisite
wise guy credentials.
What the hell does he want with an army weapon?
Maybe he's moving up to terrorist.
Hey, Captain.
Nash. You missed it, man.
The best show this side of Bondage A-Go-Go last night.
Yeah, I heard about it. Life is rough
on the streets, okay?
Oh, and, uh, turns out
our transgender sex-worker basher,
he, uh, strong-arms
for this local developer, Thompson Sherak.
Planning an office building off Polk Street
and, uh, they wanted to scare off the prostitutes,
but now we've gotta waltz with their lawyers.
Very, very lovely.
Good work, bubba.
Nash. Thank you.
Are these your shooters?
Yes, they are. And that
would be the trigger.
Okay. Say,
was that a '49 or '50 Chevy?
You lying dog.
Nash, our colleague has stuck this do-me outfit
in his own closet back home,
apparently for when his police gig doesn't work out.
No. Know something,
Harvey, I'm fully armed, and I,
I'm getting really sick and tired of...
Because Mr. Diamond,
he was seriously sweet on you.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What, what, Mr. Diamond?
One of Evan's victims last night,
is a middle-level hood named Vince Diamond.
You guys have him in custody?
Vincenzo Leonardo Diamond?
Call down to Central Jail
and find out where they're holding him.
He's out. I talked to him this morning.
He's out on bail.
That sucks.
Another prime example
of the left hand not knowing what the right's doing.
What else could we do? I told you.
(door bursts open) BRIDGES: Vince! Open up!
Police!
(distant tenor singing aria on stereo)
Vince?!
Hello.
(aria playing louder)
Ma'am? Police.
Ma'am?
We're looking for Vincent Diamond.
Ma'am?
Police.
Okay.
Do you mind if we, uh, have a look around?
Good. She says it's fine.
Check that room.
And be careful.
Looks like he just cleaned.
McCQRMACK: Nothing in this bedroom.
Not in the kitchen.
No weapon.
Hey! Wait a minute.
This may be our answer.
Nick Vovokis.
Talk about the guy and the city.
This guy is it.
He's got his fingers in a little bit of everything.
What makes you think he's the target?
Ah, it's just a guess.
The Javelin won't just kill him,
he'll blow up the whole yacht.
That's the least of our worries.
If Nick Vovokis gets snuffed out,
this whole town will break out in all-out mob war.
What do we do?
If we're lucky,
I think I know where these pictures were taken.
Ohh...
She wants some jewelry.
Treat her right, she'll give you a heart attack,
you old falafel.
(device beeps)
(phone ringing)
(sighs)
Yeah.
Hey, Vovokis.
It's me, Vince.
Who?
Vince. Vince Diamond.
See, that's the problem, you,
you nev... Hello?
(groans)
(sighs)
Yeah, who's this?
(on phone): It's me, Vince, Alex.
That's a very nice coat.
Give the phone back to Vovokis.
It's Vince.
I think he can see us.
Vince.
Understand this, Nick.
It's not the 15% that you never saw fit to pay me.
It's not the Christmas parties
that you never saw fit to invite me.
(Vovokis laughs)
Vince, calm down.
I-I don't invite you to the Christmas party
because you're bitter and you bring everyone down.
My wife says you give her a migraine.
The truth is, people don't like being around you, Vince.
No, the truth is you're weak, Nick,
and you make the people around you weak.
You need a sense of ethics and compassion
to fulfill your obligation as a capo.
A capo?
BRIDGES: Stay here. Let me check this out.
(cocking gun)
He's up there.
He's watching us.
(singsongy): That's right. It's me.
This city is mine, Nick,
because you never learned not to say the word "Frisco."
Good night now.
Diamond? Freeze!
What are you, nuts?
(coughs)
Put that gun down.
Come over and step into these.
All right.
(knocking)
McCORMACK: Nash.
Hello. This is a... surprise.
(chuckles)
What happened?
Did you get kicked out?
We brought the gun back.
What else do they want?
Everything's fine.
It's perfect, actually.
I've been reassigned to Diego Garcia.
Diego Garcia.
Where is that?
It's a little island in the middle of the Indian Ocean.
I'll be in charge of a need-to-know project.
I can tell you, it's, uh... a promotion.
Just out of curiosity, uh...
how long have you known about this?
About a month.
(laughs)
Well, gee, I guess we'd better cancel those reservations
at that little bed-and-breakfast up there in Mendecino, huh?
Nash...
That's when I thought my career was over,
and we weren't gonna get the weapon back.
You know...
I don't know why I bother with women.
Whenever I get the urge, I should just rent a steamroller
and have it roll over me two or three times.
Don't be angry.
I don't have time in my life for a man right now,
but if I did, he'd be exactly like you.
Have a nice trip.
Nash.
Yeah.
One last thing.
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