(ship's horn blowing)
(crickets chirping)
(lush, dramatic, classical music melody playing)
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(gasping, crying)
(anxious muttering)
(panting)
(sobbing grunt)
Hi, there.
Teddy Malone to see Wolfgang Herzog.
This way.
Thank you.
Pleasure to see you again, Teddy.
Nice to see you again, Wolfgang.
You have two bodyguards. I only brought one.
(laughs)
I guess I'm a little behind on the status curve, huh?
Too many years looking over my shoulder.
One of the main reasons I want out of this business.
(wry laugh): I hear that one.
Well, I'm glad you're ready to talk,
because I'm leaving on a plane tomorrow for Hawaii.
Business?
Pleasure, actually.
Vacation.
The first one I've taken in, uh,
I'm embarrassed to tell you how long.
BRIDGES (over radio): I'm hoping to celebrate our deal.
HERZOG: I hope so, too.
(glasses clink) HERZOG: Cheers.
Typical Nash Bridges move, you know?
I mean, we bust our humps on this case for six months,
but we got to wrap it up tonight. Why?
Because he's got to go on vacation to Hawaii.
So I hear Herzog has the biggest illegal gambling operation
on the west coast, right?
Oh, it's more than gambling.
You know, four of Herzog's clients
have been found brutally murdered.
MAN: I need these.
Want to say excuse me? Excuse me.
Anyway, if I could just get my hands on this book...
You know, the betting book... I know that I can tie Herzog
to the murders and maybe track down the hit man.
You and Nash, you mean.
No, I don't mean me and Nash.
I mean me, myself, I.
Nash is busy doing the hula some...
You know what? Officer, do me a favor.
Shut up. I gotta listen to this.
(moaning)
(sobbing)
(glass breaking in distance)
Wow.
Some mighty big rats you got up there, Wolfgang.
My houseboy is cleaning.
Please.
(sighs)
Shall we get down to business?
Absolutely.
All right.
The client list and the gambling book is a given.
What kind of receivables are we talking about?
Close to four millions in outstanding markers,
and that's discounting our 20%,
fully collectable by whoever has the book.
I like the sound of that.
Teddy...
I want to tell you a secret no one knows.
I love secrets.
The way I make the real money...
It's not from gambling.
It's money laundering.
My clients include major outfits in Chicago,
New York and Los Angeles,
and I make three times as much on it.
And it's all in the book.
By golly, I feel like it's Christmas in April.
(glass breaking in distance)
MAN: Do your own dishes!
(man sobbing)
Excuse me for a moment.
Uh, is there anything I can help with?
No. I'll be right back.
(muffled crying)
Carlos, what do you think you are doing?
(voice breaking): To think I believed you
when you said you would take care of me.
"I will train you," you said.
"I will turn my operations over to you."
Ha!
I tried to train you,
but you said yourself, you hate phones.
They were laughing at my accent.
Bastards!
Philistines! (spits)
Carlos, the betting business is all phones.
That's the business.
I gave you a year and a half of my lifetime.
What do I have in return?
Nothing!
I taught you things, didn't I?
I gave you culture.
You taught me what?!
To make your extra-dry martinis with two olives.
I am not a bartender!
CARLOS: In Barcelona,
the Ballarini family is revered by everyone.
So, uh, what's going on, fellas?
CARLOS: I'm sitting...
Sounds like one of them little domestic things, huh?
(over radio): Good help is hard to find.
(Carlos sobbing loudly over radio)
What the hell's going on now?
(panting)
What are you doing with that?
I am taking the thing that is most precious to you.
You cannot take this book, Carlo.
This book is my life,
my livelihood.
No, Carlos...
I loved you, Wolfie.
That's gunshots. Let's move!
Freeze!
Police! Put your hands on your head!
Where's the key to this door?
Come on!
What are you waiting for?
(thudding) Oh, God!
Oh, my God! Oh!
(panting)
This key.
Oh, God, I broke my shoulder.
(hinges squeak)
(groans quietly)
(clicks tongue)
(sighs)
Six months of work,
right out the window.
(crickets chirping)
♪ ♪
(woman vocalizing)
(vocalizing continues over sultry sax notes)
CORTEZ: We've looked everywhere, Nash.
It's not here.
(groans) I know I dislocated my shoulder.
Oh, I'm going on workman's comp for sure.
Thanks for leaving me with this guy, Nash.
Hey, Rick, I think maybe you should shoot higher.
Maybe you'll get a medal.
All right, Rick, you heard it on the wire.
The money-laundering aspect of this thing alone
could bring down four or five major crime outfits.
You have got to find that book.
Yeah. We'll find it.
And another thing.
Be very careful.
Once word gets out,
God knows who's gonna come out of the woodwork looking for it.
Hey, what time's your plane, Nash?
All right, uh...
Well, you want something important to happen,
plan a vacation.
Tell you this... we learned one thing for sure, right?
We can now safely say that Juan Carlos is the hit man
that this guy used to retire his welsher clients.
What?! What?!
What are you talking about?
That's the dumbest thing I ever heard.
This was a crime of passion, bubba.
Yeah, have a nice trip. Don't forget that.
Yeah, I won't forget it. I'm telling you...
I'm telling you, have a nice trip. Good-bye.
(phone ringing)
Hello.
(East End accent): Nash-man. I figured I'd find my sis there, right?
Well, Ian, since it's 2:30 in the morning,
I would imagine she's sleeping.
Who can sleep, man?
About 11:30, right after the local news...
Pow, the muse of musical inspiration struck me,
filling my head with the most awesome riffs.
This is it Nash. I'm back.
This is exactly the way "Hot Summer Legs" happened.
It's like a bloody gift.
It's like, click... Something in my mind
falls into place and bang.
Genius mode, man.
Um, Ian, did you happen
to see your old buddy Juan Carlos this evening?
No. Why?
Well, it's real important if you see him that you call me.
All right?
Here's Kelly.
(East End accent): It's your brother.
(laughs)
Thanks.
Hi, sweet pea.
Got a proposition for you.
(kettle whistling)
(chuckles)
Mm... you feel good.
So do you.
Ian tell you about his new song?
(English accent): I think I just bought it.
(both laugh)
How much this time?
I told him it was absolutely the last time
I'm ever lending him any money,
and I'm far too embarrassed to reveal the dollar amount.
(laughing)
You are such a softy.
I don't know why he insists
on using that fake East End accent.
If he took a shower and put on a suit,
my father would give him a six-figure salary.
Never happen.
That's not Ian.
Besides, some of his songs aren't bad.
I kind of liked "Hot Summer Legs."
He had one hit
seven years ago.
Anyway, I'm not gonna get worked up about this.
Did you wrap up your case?
Nope.
But Bettina's handling it.
Good.
And you are on vacation.
The car is coming at 4:00, the plane is leaving at 6:00,
and I finally get my honeymoon.
Persistent, aren't you?
Meaning?
Well, I mean, this honeymoon thing.
Usually a divorce kind of kills that concept.
Yeah, well, it's better this way.
No unrealistic expectations.
Yeah.
None of that pesky rice to pick out of your hair.
Exactly.
(rap music playing)
MAN: I love what you fellas are working here!
This backward thing is down.
So, backwards, and then we're gonna run it forwards,
and when we look at it forwards,
you're really going backwards... Ow!
Wow, this backwards thing is really profound, yo?
♪ All day and all night ♪
They told me to come back here.
♪ Got to enjoy the ride... ♪
Ho, this'll only take a minute.
Got some wine coolers and some pistachios
in the kitchen, right off to the right.
Have a seat.
Thank you.
So, Juan Carlo!
Hey. (laughs)
You got something for me?
It's not here.
It's hidden
in a private place.
I "hab" changed my mind about the price.
Oh, you "hab."
(laughs)
Yes.
So you-you want to renegotiate?
Fine.
You were gonna get 50 large.
Now it's 25. How's that?
That book is worth millions.
I-I just want my fair share.
You know, sometimes in life, we have too many options,
so I'm gonna help you
by reducing yours.
You have two hours until the end of your life,
unless you put that book on my desk
before the time is up.
That's it.
It's that simple.
I'm showing four minutes
after the hour.
Me... I've got things to do.
What you do with your time is your business.
Okay.
Uh, thank you. Excuse me.
What?!
CORTEZ: Ken is still convinced Juan Carlos is the hit man.
He's crazy.
Juan Carlos is not the hit man.
No, the hit man is still out there.
Get ballistics to...
Evan, I got to go.
Who's that? (phone beeps off)
Uh, nobody. It's a wrong number.
We've got until 4:00. I thought we'd go shopping.
I want to get you a new bathing suit,
and then I thought we could have lunch
at that new bistro in Union Square.
That's a great idea.
That's really a great idea.
I'll meet you there.
I'm just gonna stop by the office.
I hope you're kidding.
Um, well, you see, I-I got to pick up my sunglasses.
Well, I'll get you a new pair!
I forbid you to go to that office.
I'll just be a minute, honey.
I thought you left already.
Flight doesn't leave till 6:00.
(laughs) Just can't let it go, can you?
I had to come by and get my spare sunglasses.
My others broke.
You can't go on vacation without sunglasses, all right?
BETTINA: Okay, people!
We got ourselves our first big break.
I got a credit card receipt
from a motel on Potrero Hill signed Juan Carlos Ballarini.
I want someone over there ASAP
to interview that counter person.
Also, why don't we send Juan Carlos' picture out
to all the witnesses on the gambler murders, right?
Now, we got to catch this cat before he leaves town.
You're all on time-and-a-half, so I expect 50% more results.
Rick, you may as well give up
on this Juan Carlos hit man thing.
What are you doing here?
Shouldn't you be reclining on a beach?
You know, reading a Tom Clancy novel or something?
Also, if Juan Carlos is over on Potrero Hill,
you might check with my ex-wife's brother, Ian Weld.
They're good pals.
They were in rehab together.
You, you, get over to the counter person.
You...
good-bye!
Evan, what are you doing?
Running a stupid DMV check.
Can it wait?
Let's take a ride.
♪ Sunny day ♪
♪ What you tryin' to say? ♪
♪ Drag myself out of bed ♪
♪ Morning says hey ♪
♪ Eyes were blood red ♪
♪ ...split my head ♪
♪ How I wish that I ♪
♪ Was dead ♪
♪ Hey, it's a sunny day. ♪
I'm leaving.
Would you get me some cigarettes, then?
Flight 837 to Iowa.
I talked to my mom.
She said I could have my old bedroom back.
(siren blaring in distance)
So, do I merit a reaction or what?
Open your eyes, dearie.
I'm in creation mode.
I left Chava's number on the counter.
Who's that?
(scoffs)
The pizza guy.
And there's, like, two six-packs in the fridge.
You're gonna be okay, right?
What?
I mean... I won't leave
if it's gonna jam up your creative flow.
(sighs)
(strumming forcefully)
Are you still here?
(scoffs)
(chuckles, strums one chord)
Who is it?
It's me, Juan Carlos.
(panting)
What are you doing, man?
You got to take this book here and you got to hide it.
What happened to your deal with Whip?
He did not want to renegotiate.
Now he's going to kill me.
You tried to double-deal on Whip?
Do you know who that guy is?
He breaks freaking blokes' arms
for not turning songs in on time, mate.
(panting)
Take this book, Ian.
I don't want it.
I am going back to Barcelona.
(kisses)
Hey, were you followed?
He can't come here.
I owe Whip 22 grand.
Hey, Juan Carlos, come back here!
Hey!
(clears throat)
I'm Special Agent Elliot Rose, FBI.
I need to ask you a few questions.
Are you following me? How did you know where I was?
That's my job.
Now, I've been running an investigation
of Wolfgang Herzog
for the past six months now.
Never heard of him.
Listen, I'm late for an appointment.
I know exactly who you are, Mr. Ballarini.
You've been Herzog's
backdoor man for the past year and a half.
But now you're in luck.
I'm one of the good guys.
I can offer you protection.
All I'm looking for is that sports book,
and you can go free.
Now think about this.
I've thought about it. It's upstairs.
I left it with my friend Ian.
He doesn't want it anyway.
Does anybody else know about this?
No.
Good.
Listen, I got to thank you for killing Mr. Herzog.
You saved me a lot of trouble.
We both know he wasn't a very good boss.
You're Wolfie's hit man?
No. I was.
Now, I'm gonna be Mr. Herzog.
No!
No! (two silenced gunshots)
(wings fluttering)
I knew you couldn't just walk away.
Relax, Evan.
I'll wrap this up in about 45 minutes.
I'll still have plenty of time to meet Kelly for lunch.
I hear you set some kind of record within the department.
For what?
Uh, I heard Shimamura talking about it yesterday.
Something like 4,336 consecutive work days without a vacation.
(chuckles)
Yeah, man, I'm the Cal Ripken, Jr.
Of police inspectors, bubba.
(laughs) You sure you want to go, man?
You're gonna ruin your streak.
I'm going.
(strumming upbeat tune)
(doorbell rings)
WOMAN: Would you get that?
I'm packing.
(doorbell rings)
Who is it?
Can I help you?
Tony Iris, FBI.
Hello?
Bloody hell.
I'll never be able to explain this book.
Hello? Are you there?
(screams)
Drop the luggage.
(bags thudding)
Kelly's brother lives here?
It's a little downscale, isn't it?
Ian likes to live a little on the wild side.
BRIDGES: Ian?
It's Nash.
(siren blaring in distance)
Oh, man.
"Taken your girlfriend.
I'll trade her back when you bring me the book."
Beautiful.
(phone beeps on)
(auto-dial beeping)
(line ringing)
Kelly?
Hi, honey. It's me.
Um, well, yeah, I'm a little hung up.
(phone clicks off, dial tone)
WOMAN: This is for Elizabeth.
Roses are generally red.
But lots of times, they're white
or yellow or peach,
or depending on the refractive
index of that day,
originally referred as to fluxion,
back in 1599, pink.
Do we really know what color it is?
(applause and whistling)
Hey!
Hey! Take it easy! Oi!
CORTEZ: What time did you say your flight was?
You're really enjoying this, aren't you, bubba?
(laughs)
Yes, I am.
I got plenty of time.
Want to just stop by this espresso bar
and check it out, 'cause
it's where Ian hangs.
You know, maybe it's a quest for immortality.
What?
"If I work incessantly
"to the last, then nature owes me another form of existence
when this one collapses."
Nietzsche.
I am taking the damn vacation, all right?
And it's Goethe, not Nietzsche.
You know, Ian doesn't give a damn about me.
You'd be a lot better off kidnapping his guitar.
Where is he?
What?
Location. Where would he go?
(scoffs) I don't know.
Look, you gotta
let me go, okay?
(whispers): I promise I will not tell anybody about this.
Listen, I want you to understand something.
You are completely disposable.
The only chance you have of staying alive is
to lead me to that book, do you understand?
You're in a lot of pain.
I understand.
The first time
that I heard Ian's one hit song, "Hot Summer Legs,"
I could feel his torment. Now, you listen to me...
I mean, on the surface,
it's this very middle-of-the-road,
Top 40, upbeat kind of song,
but underneath it all, on this separate plateau,
it is completely profound.
All right, listen to me...
Like shards of glass to the soul.
It blew me away.
I couldn't eat for, like, two days after I heard it.
I can see you're gonna be of absolutely no use to me.
(clears throat) (brakes squeak)
Wait, what are you... What are you do...?
Please, just remain calm.
(screams) Wait, wait!
Okay, okay.
I know how you can find him.
MAN: You know why you're here?
Whip Tyrell, right?
You owe the man $22,500.
Now, when he lent you that money,
it was so you could cut a new record.
Listen, I'll pay him back.
You got any collateral?
What about this?
What's that?
Take a look.
Where did you get this?
My friend, Juan Carlos... We were in rehab together.
What's it worth to you?
Maybe I can work with this.
You gonna get me clear with Whip?
Let me see what I can do.
Jerome, get me Whip on the phone.
Okay, boss.
They picked him up and dragged him out the door.
Can you describe these guys for us?
Mm-hmm. A...
A big man that's bald,
and the other one has...
terrific hair.
(Bridges laughs)
That's Tiny and Jerome.
Thank you, Soledad.
Okay.
Don't lowball me, man.
50 large ain't no lowball, all right?
55.
Better, but not enough.
All right, all right.
60. That's high as I'm goin'.
Now we're talking.
I'll send Jerome over with it.
Peace, brother.
Nash Bridges, on line one.
Nash, it's me.
Yo, you know where Ian Weld is?
Could be.
Is he in any trouble, Barry?
Not anymore.
That's good.
Where's the book?
Are you familiar with a character named Whip Tyrell?
Should I be?
He has an office over on Sutter and Jones.
And you say he was with two guys?
They dragged Ian right out of here.
Could be Whip Tyrell's men.
He's a record producer.
Ian owes him money.
Some cops came here, too.
Plainclothes?
Mm-hmm.
So, Alisa, weren't you going back to Iowa?
Yeah, I was.
Till Ian disappeared.
Oh. Let's go.
Be careful.
You know where we can find this guy, Tyrell?
Yeah, I know.
Good.
(hip-hop music playing)
Look at that.
Hey, outta my sight line.
Jerome dropped this by.
Yeah, I know.
Well, what you waitin' for, a tip or something?
Just the cash.
Then you make sure
Big Barry gets his money.
(phone rings) Got it.
♪ They couldn't fade with a clipper blade ♪
♪ Ten years in the trade, not enough, they can't cut it... ♪
Oh, this is the beat right here.
It's the beat, check it out, Eddie, check it out!
I love this!
This is good.
I want this online.
Overnight over at Sequoia, at the box.
I want this running maximum rotation no matter
what the cost. Hey, how'd you come
through the back? You can't come in here.
Get out of the way.
Don't be a pest.
Nash Bridges.
Evan Cortez. You'll have to
schedule an appointment; I'm a busy man. (laughs)
Well, pencil me in.
You see, I'm here to pick up
Wolfgang Herzog's betting book.
Wolfgang who?
I never heard of the man.
German guy, very suave,
now very dead.
What's this?
What?
This book.
I-I don't know where that came from.
Maurice, you know where that came from?
Uh, I don't know... The messenger, maybe.
Could've been the messenger.
You know, people put stuff on my desk all day long.
You know, it could've been the promo man.
Could've been
my executive assistant Keisha.
Keisha!
Keisha, get your ass in here! She went
to pick up the Thai food.
Yeah, could've been Santa.
Huh?
So you don't mind
if I take this with me, then, huh?
No, I-I don't mind.
I don't even know what's in there.
Good.
Oh, you know, now that I think of it,
why don't you come on over here and slip into these.
I might think of a question or two I want to ask you.
(parrot squawking)
Excuse me.
I hope you know what you're doing.
Me, too.
Look here, you make the necessary calls.
And, uh, put my trip to Los Angeles on hold.
Indefinitely.
(ship's horn blows)
Could you, um, could you put that out?
I'm allergic.
(distant siren wailing)
Did they kick you out of the FBI?
How come you're so hot for that book, anyway?
Could you shut up? Would that be too much to ask?
You yap more than all my ex-wives put together.
Here they come.
WHIP: I hope it's not gonna take long.
It's gonna take as long as it takes, bubba.
You know what I'm saying?
You're messin' up my whole day.
Hey, Whip wants to hold on to his cell phone, Nash.
Yeah, why the hell not. I'm on vacation.
He'll be out in an hour anyway.
Let him keep the damn phone.
Have a great trip, Nash.
Hey, thanks, man. Anybody run a ballistics check on the body yet?
I'll see ya.
Well, why the hell not?
Hold on.
Look at this.
What'd you forget this time, your sunscreen?
No.
Hey, Rick, I got a present for you.
Here.
Call you back.
What the hell is this?
What happened to "thank you"?
As of 2:00 a.m. this morning, Nash, this was my case.
Damn, I thought you'd be pleased, Rick.
You know, nobody asked for your help...
Hey, I'm sorry, I forgot, I forgot...
It's Nash Bridges' world.
Well, thank you so much for allowing the rest of us
to take part in it with you.
(chuckles) Damn, bubba,
I had no idea this has gotten that personal to you.
Don't touch me. Listen to me!
Hold on now, of course it's personal to me.
What are you gonna do?
You gonna ride off into the sunset
on your big white horse, go off to Hawaii.
Oh, huh!
You know what? I got my own contacts
on the street, you know?
I-I could've tracked down that book in 24 hours.
You know what, Rick?
I think maybe you ought to start thinking
about a vacation for yourself.
Vacation? What the hell... What do I need a vacation for?
You do all the work, right?
What do I need to... You do everything.
I don't need to be here.
Aloha, Rick.
Take me up,
Dan.
What are y'all lookin' at?
Get back to work.
Inspector Bettina.
Donald Magnolia. FBI.
I understand you are the lead officer
on the Wolfgang Herzog case.
You guys did a terrific job.
You should be proud of yourselves.
Yeah.
Yeah, I am.
Nice to meet you. Congratulations.
You know the Bureau was concurrently running
an investigation on Herzog,
and we were just about ready to close in,
but you guys beat us to the punch.
Yeah, well, uh, my people are really good.
I'll say.
Pretty impressive. Yeah.
Listen, uh, do you mind
if I take a look at Herzog's sports book?
No. Not at all.
Here you go. Thanks.
Yeah, I'd like to get it down to the Bureau and photocopy it.
(phone ringing)
You know, uh,
you could be up for a federal commendation on this.
Is that a fact?
So, let, uh, let me give you, uh, my business card.
It's, uh, Bettina, B-E double T-I-N-A.
Great.
So, now, look, take it, uh, do what you need to do,
but make sure it's back here by end of business today.
No problem. Listen, I appreciate it.
Sure.
Hey...
you know that you can't get out of here
without signing a W914 evidence requisition form.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I forgot.
There you go. Sorry.
Say, um...
are there any openings, uh, over at the Bureau?
You know, I don't know,
but I'll, uh, I'll keep my ears open for you.
Yeah, do that, do that.
Okay. Thanks.
Yeah.
(ship's horn blows in distance)
(phone rings)
Yeah.
Remember me?
Hi, sweetheart.
Guess what?
What? I was just packing.
You were working, weren't you?
Technically.
I don't want to know.
The flight's been delayed.
We're not leaving till 7:30 now.
See there?
Worked out perfectly.
I hate getting to the airport early anyway.
I shouldn't have told you that.
You'll probably go solve a double-murder or something.
Hey, did you get my gift?
What?
On the table.
Oh, that's sweet.
Oh, this is great, sweetheart.
I thought it would put you in the mood.
Oh, yes.
Well, I'm in the mood.
Don't worry about that, I'm in the mood.
Who's the naked girl?
(phone ringing)
Hey, Bettina, I just talked to Shirley upstairs.
You've gotta get both sides of your W914 signed
or she cannot process it.
No problemo.
I'm on it.
Hey, yes, how are you, ma'am?
I'm fine.
Uh, may I please speak to Special Agent Magnolia?
Sure I can hold.
(phone rings)
Yeah, this is Special Agent in Charge Anthony Gabriele,
who'm I speaking with?
This is Rick Bettina, SFPD Special Investigations Unit,
uh, sir, I'm sorry, there must be some mistake.
I know you're head of the office there,
I-I asked to be connected to Agent Magnolia.
There's no mistake.
Was this man in his 40s,
brown hair, balding, blue eyes, six feet tall?
Yeah, that's him to a T.
Tell me about your association.
What's this all about?
I'll ask the questions.
I-I loaned him a key piece of evidence, a sports book.
My God.
Inspector Bettina,
the man you were talking to is actually Martin Flowers.
He's a renegade agent who now works as a hired assassin.
What?!
How the hell am I supposed to know that?
You guys never share information with us!
Martin Flowers is on our Most Wanted list... he's number nine.
It's published.
Excuse me?
Good work.
You probably moved him up
a couple of notches.
(dial tone)
(bang)
Nash! Nash!
Rick? Yeah, it's me.
Nash, thank God.
What're you doing?
Thank God you haven't left yet, man.
Nash, I need your help.
What? What happened?
I, uh...
I misplaced the book.
Misplaced?
I gave it away.
You gave away the book?
Yeah, at the moment, you know, it seemed completely logical.
The guy comes in, puts out his hand, you know.
Donald Magnolia, FBI.
You know, he shook my hand.
How was I supposed to know he was a renegade FBI agent?
You gave the book away to a renegade FBI agent?
Turned assassin.
Look, okay,
here's everything, here's everything.
His name is Martin Flowers.
He-he was one of Herzog's gambling clients.
He went deep into debt,
and, uh, you were right
about Juan Carlos because ballistics match proved
that it was this Martin Flowers guy
who'd been working as Herzog's hit man all along.
Good news is, you know, we have his name,
and we know what he looks like because, um...
he's number nine on the FBI's Ten Most Wanted list.
(wry laugh)
Have-Have you reached the pit of abject humiliation yet?
Not yet, but here it goes.
I'm begging you, Nash.
I'm begging you to help me find this guy.
(sighs)
I have a few more things to pack,
and then I'm gonna give you 45 minutes,
after which you're gonna drop me at the airport,
and then this whole damn mess is gonna be in your lap.
What are you looking at?
You.
You're very attractive.
All right, this is kinky.
Two minutes ago you were ready to kill me.
I'm sorry.
That's just the way I am.
Listen, uh, I'm going to Vegas.
Why don't you come with me?
To Vegas?
Spend some of this money.
Sounds kind of exciting.
Come on. What else have you got to do?
I've got a plane ticket to Iowa tonight.
Iowa?
I mean, I don't
have to go.
Sure.
Good. I'll be right back.
Where are you going?
To the loo.
You want to come with me?
No.
My career is going to be over, you know that, right?
I mean... I was turned down for a job at the post office.
The post office turned me down.
What am I going to do? I can't pump gas,
I hate the smell.
Oh, God, I'm going to end up with a cardboard sign
standing next to the freeway.
Relax, Rick.
Have some water. (phone rings)
Thanks.
Hello?
Hi, Nash, it's me.
Who is this?
Alisa...
Ian's girlfriend.
Where are you?
Like, would there be a reward
for an ex-FBI jerk named Martin Flowers?
Most definitely.
Like, enough to handle Ian's debts
to that record producer?
Alisa, where are you?
On the pier.
At Red's Java House.
Don't you move.
Rick, you're not going to believe this.
This is your lucky day.
I got to make a phone call.
I'll be right back.
BRIDGES: You be careful.
Flowers is a loose cannon
and I've got no time for trouble right now.
BETTINA: I know, I know.
All right, Rick.
Grab the back, I'll take the front.
Right.
FLOWERS: Hey, don't worry about Herzog.
Herzog is out of the picture.
I'm telling you.
Herzog is out of the picture permanently...
(grunts): Hey!
(people gasping, screaming)
Hey! Hey!
(grunts)
(both grunting)
(blows thudding)
(Bettina screams)
BETTINA: Nash!
Nash!
What are you doing in there?
I can't swim. What?
Oh...
Man, all right, hold on.
I might as well save your miserable life.
They got away. What are you doing?
(Bettina shrieks)
I can't swim.
Oh! Oh!
Oh, good.
Okay! I can get it! I can get it.
I can get it.
I got it! Okay!
(coughing)
Oh, Nash, I'm freezing.
Nash, can I borrow some clothes?
I'm done. I'm finished. I'm out of here.
That's it. What are you talking about, Nash?
I mean, all we got to do is track down that broad, huh?
What do you mean "we," paleface?
There's no "we" here.
You're gonna do it all by yourself,
after you take me to the airport.
Come on, hurry up. All right, all right. I got the keys.
I got the keys.
See, I thought she was on our side.
She's an impulsive sociopath.
She's not on anybody's side.
Here. I don't look good in yellow.
How do you look dead?
I'll wear it.
Okay. Hurry up.
I'm coming. I'm coming.
(Ian strumming guitar)
IAN: ♪ Under the gun... ♪
♪ That's no fun ♪
♪ When you owe time ♪
♪ On the run ♪
♪ Chased by a gun ♪
♪ And by the sun ♪
♪ You are the one ♪
♪ You are the one. ♪
(doorbell rings)
Man, I'm a freaking genius.
BRIDGES: I've got two ex-wives and a teenage daughter,
and none of them have ever taken that long
to change their clothes. I know. I know, I...
Get in the car. Let's go. Let's drive.
You know, I shouldn't have... You saved my life.
I shouldn't have made you wait.
Listen, Nash, seriously.
Can I borrow, like, 20 bucks?
I... everything went down in the water.
You know, my wallet, my badge... Yeah, okay, okay, all right.
Pretend you're a cab.
Get me to the airport, like, you know, today.
Yeah, yeah, okay. Maui, right?
You're going to have a good time.
IAN: I thought you were in Iowa.
I was kidnapped by that FBI creep.
It was black cloud, but it had a silver lining.
What's that?
A way out of your debts.
A way to get enough money
for it not just a new song, but a whole new album.
Really?
God, I missed you.
I missed you, too.
(both laughing)
Hey. What's this?
That's what I was talking about.
This is what I took off the FBI guy.
Bloody hell.
I was going to go to the cops
and get a reward, but then I figured
we'd do better dealing direct.
Maybe you're right.
(chuckles)
(imitates accent): Maybe I am.
Maybe you are.
♪ Or no clue to the game at all ♪
(phone ringing) ♪ Now they washed up ♪
♪ Hung out to dry ♪
♪ Standing looking stupid, wondering why... ♪
Good evening.
Whip Tyrell's office. May I help you?
Yeah, it's Ian, man. Let me speak to Whip.
He's en route to the airport.
May I relay a message?
No. No, man, I've got to speak to him now.
It's urgent. I've got the book.
Hold on.
I'll patch you through to his vehicle.
(keypad beeping)
WHIP: Yo, it's Whip.
IAN: Whip, it's Ian.
I'm at my house and I've got the book again.
Don't move. I'll be right there.
(tires squealing)
(indistinct chatter)
ANNOUNCER (over P.A.): Kona Air Flight 1174,
passengers now boarding at Gate 82.
BRIDGES: I'm finally on vacation.
BETTINA: You deserve it, Nash.
All right, baby.
Just the one bag, sir?
That's right, brother. Flight 2033, Burbank.
Yes, sir.
SKYCAP: Here you are, sir.
Wait. I want to put something in this bag.
There you go.
Man, I appreciate everything you've done for me.
You're a good guy,
taking care of me like that.
Sir, your flight to Iowa.
Gate 32, 8:15 p.m.
Great, thanks very much. Appreciate it.
Here you go. Here you go.
Just give me my bag. I'm giving it to you.
I'm giving it to you. Listen, thanks for everything.
I'll take care of the boss. Don't worry about it.
You have a great time in Maui.
All right. Aloha.
Hey...
That's Flowers. What?
That's Flowers! Get him!
FLOWERS: Watch it! Step aside!
Step aside!
Excuse me. Out of the way... police!
Excuse me. Pardon me.
Pardon me!
Watch it, cowboy!
FBI.
SFPD.
I'm with him! I'm with him!
Clear the way! Clear the way here!
BRIDGES: Watch out, watch out!
Get out of the way... police!
Police! Move!
(alarm bell ringing) You can't go out there!
Hey!
Open this door!
PILOT (over P.A.): This is Captain James Avery
for Flight 1174, nonstop...
(grunts)
Oh! Thank you!
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!
Oh, that's great.
You got the book?
You don't got it? You... the book.
It's at the bottom of the stairs in the bag.
Yeah, all right, I'll get it, I'll get it!
Where's Gate 72?
It's over there. That way! That way!
It's over there? Yeah, yeah.
You get that book. I'll get it.
Thank you. Thank you, good-bye.
Don't worry about the book. I'll take care of it.
Just get out of here. Have a nice vacation.
AVERY (over P.A.): This is the captain speaking...
Blankets? Thank you.
I only need one.
We should be getting that any minute now.
Flight attendants, please secure the doors,
cross check, and prepare for departure.
(whirring)
Hi. Hi.
Was that better?
WOMAN: Yes, thank you.
Well, look what the cat brought in.
I, uh, had a little problem with my bags.
Hi. Hi.
Oh, can I get you, um, a towelette or...
For what? Oh...
A drink?
After we take off. Yeah, yeah.
Two mai tais, that'd be great. Okay.
Mai tais, yeah.
Vacation, this is good.
(groans)
Uh, and how was your day?
Not as good as yours, obviously.
(chuckles)
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