(phone ringing)
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(grunting)
MAN: Closing time, people!
Get down!
We have taken over this building!
There will be no living heroes!
Stay down!
Do it, now!
(tires screeching, horn honking)
That was, uh, kind of close, man.
Yeah, not as close as that cab was two blocks ago.
Evan, you trust this C.I.?
Yeah, I think so, man.
I know it's late, but this guy was
on the fence till like the last minute.
I still don't get it, man, we're going to take down
the guy you got the information from?
How does that work?
No, no, no. This guy,
he was being recruited by this crew, right?
And then in the last minute he bailed out.
He said these guys were way too nasty.
Come on!
Stay down!
(groaning)
(gagging)
I said keep your eyes on the floor.
You going to make me kill you? Huh?
ROBBER: Huh?
(gunshots)
Police! Freeze!
(glass cracking)
(gunshots)
Yeah.
How many are there?
Like three.
I'm going around to the other side.
All right, I got you.
Go!
(grunting)
Ugh!
Evan?!
Nash?
Evan!
Evan, I'm here.
You're going to be all right.
Just keep telling me that, Nash.
You're going to be all right, man.
(Evan sputtering)
(coughing)
Here...
Put this on there. Hold it tight.
Hello?
We got an officer down.
Roll paramedics, code three!
You got the address on the screen?
DOMINGUEZ: Okay, stay here.
He's fading, he's fading.
Evan?!
Evan, you stay with me here!
You stay with me here!
* *
(woman vocalizing)
(vocalizing continues over sultry sax notes)
(over radio): The 211 suspects were
in a brown four-door sedan, no location, no sighting.
You guys make sure you take
good care of him, hear me?
Evan, we'll meet you at the hospital.
Hang in there, buddy.
Go!
Man, oh, man, oh, man, can you believe this?
Are you guys all right?
Man, that was like World War III.
BRYN: Well, did you see anybody? Recognize anybody?
Oh, are you kidding? These guys are pros.
This was as good a crew as any I have ever seen.
We got about 500 shell casings.
Not much else.
What'd they steal?
A single safety deposit box.
Containing?
Roman coins. 1.25 million worth.
Wholesale dealer.
(sighing): Same M.O. as the other four.
Never any cash, always objects.
And nothing distracts them from what they're after.
Clearly. Not even us.
Who's the D.B.?
Fred Thomas, this local muscle guy.
He's a hired gun. Freelance, strictly.
He would never be a regular in a crew this good.
But we better run his contacts anyway.
Okay, what about the guy who got shot?
They don't know who that is yet.
Maybe...
he put these on first and his gloves on later.
We can always hope.
I'll drop them at forensics.
I'm going to go check on Evan.
Come on, Joe.
Hey, listen, we're having this debate down at the bar.
The question is, how many Village People were there?
Have I ever given you any indication
to make you believe I'd be some sort of
expert on the Village People?
Hi, Daddy.
Hi, Joe. Hi, Sweetie.
How is he?
Uh, he's still asleep after surgery.
DOMINGUEZ: Poor guy.
CASSIDY: What about his family?
They live in Chicago.
That's why I called you down here.
I didn't want him to be by himself.
No problem.
I have plenty to do anyway.
I'm going to go and talk to the doctor, okay?
Yeah.
So, how are ya?
Good, I just want to make sure you're okay.
Aw, I'm fine.
What's all this stuff?
School stuff.
What school stuff?
Okay, let's see, homework, uh...
SAT prep booklet, oh, and college brochures.
I have Harvard, Wellesley and Cornell.
Cornell... I know the tuition's brutal, Dad,
but, um, I think I can get financial aid.
That's the last thing I want you worrying about.
I know, Daddy, but these schools are really expensive.
You just worry about getting in, sister, all right?
Deal.
His name was Fred Thomas.
Well, you know, who he ran with.
Okay, call me back as soon as you got it.
Okay, I owe you.
We got a match overnight on those shades.
A clean thumbprint.
Excellent. Who's thumbprint?
Albert Jones.
Looks like he hasn't gotten up yet.
Lieutenant, come on, just out of curiosity,
'cause I should learn this.
Do you start with your weight forward or on the back foot?
Forget it, Harve. Trade secret.
(grunts) Police!
BRYN: Don't move!
Everybody stays in the bed!
Get your hands where we can see them.
Now! Move it!
Morning, Albert.
What's up?
What the hell are you doing in here?
You can't come barging in like that. Hey!
Ladies... (shrieking)
No weapons.
Here, brought you your morning paper.
Check out the Metro section.
Fascinating story about a bank heist.
Yeah, except they forgot the part about the idiot
who left his sunglasses and fingerprints behind.
You're a known felon on parole.
We got an open warrant,
we can drop in any time.
SARAH: Excuse me.
Is this going to take long?
Because I need to shower and get to work.
I'm a process server and I need to serve some divorce papers.
It can wait, hon.
We don't have any suspects. You're it, Albert.
You can't pin it on me. I'm not in the crew.
All I did was crowd control.
Well, you're going to have to tell us who hired you.
Well, speak up, Albert. Don't take the rap.
It was Lou Giardino.
He's a customer at the bar where I work sometimes.
Put on your pants.
We won't expect you for dinner.
I'm free...
SHIMAMURA: Harve!
WOMAN (on P.A.): Doctor Pressiotto to ICU.
Doctor Pressiotto to ICU.
What's up?
Our bad guy over there is
named Eric Bowie.
His wife's name is Cheryl. Just showed up.
She cooperative?
Nervous.
I mean, they got kids and he's still in a coma.
It's a hard way to make a living.
Hmm.
You want to have heart palpitations?
Get a load of that.
Tuition.
Ow! That is a lot.
How am I supposed to do that?
Want to make some easy money?
Why is it that every time you mention that
every survival instinct in my body screams, "Run!"
I'm serious.
This is truly easy money. Mm-hmm.
The detective agency I used to work for,
they called the other day.
They got this quick, cushy job for me.
They do?
Yes, they do.
Look, we can do it together, we'll split the money, man.
It's easy. With our skills, two minutes.
Pays five figures.
It's completely legal under the police department rules.
Am I going to regret this?
Not a chance!
You're gonna love me even more, if that's possible.
Oh, man, I'm going to regret this.
GIARDINO: I don't know what happened!
I've worked with Thomas before.
He's a stand-up guy.
So stand-up he takes a guard out without provocation.
And you, you're supposed to have the door.
What happened?
You got blindsided, taken down.
When the gun starts popping, what do you do?
You run away, you flee.
All right, Bobby, look!
They had my gun!
If I stayed and got nabbed,
that would've been worse for all of us!
Hmm.
So do we do the other job?
We spent a year in planning.
The other two jobs go down as discussed.
Then in 72 hours, we're in Atlanta.
Cops were too close for comfort.
That's why we do all these scores in four days.
This way, they can't get organized to take us down.
That's the whole point.
Okay, you're right.
COLES: Oh, and back to you, Lou.
I hear Albert Jones was picked up by the police this morning.
Seems he dropped his sunglasses in the bank.
Hey, look, I'll bow out now.
You give me my cut on the Roman coin score,
I'll go back to Ohio.
If anything, the cops will follow me.
You brought in Thomas and Jones.
Crowd control recruiting.
That was virtually your entire job, Lou.
Jones doesn't know anything.
He knows you.
I gave you a solution.
I've got a better one.
(bat cracks)
(bat cracks continue)
Here he is, over here.
Hey, uh, Rondell?
Nash Bridges. Hey, how you doing?
This is my partner Joe Dominguez.
Hi. We're from the detective agency.
Rondell Hightower. Oh, man, thank God you guys are here.
You got to find my car.
Your car? Find your car?
Yeah, it was stolen from my garage.
Look, I'll give you $10,000 up front,
I'll give you $10,000 when you deliver.
Are you guys interested?
(chuckles): Of course, we're interested.
See, I told you it was gonna be fun, right? Yeah.
Uh, so what kind of car do you have?
Testarrosa, Lamborghini, one of those?
No, man, I have a 1973 Ford Pinto.
I have a garage full of luxury cars-- 20 total.
Let me get this straight.
You got 20 cars, and you want us to find this Pinto?
I bought it when I was in the projects.
When we play home games,
I drive the Pinto to the stadium.
Kind of reminds me where I come from.
It keeps me focused.
I got you. Oh.
You have any idea who stole it?
I'll tell you straight up who stole it: Sharday.
Sharday? Who?
Yeah, Sharday Grant.
You know, I broke it off with her two weeks ago.
She disappeared, and so did the car.
Hey, Rondell!
You're up!
Uh, anyway, I got to go.
Um, we're playing the Dodgers, um, this weekend.
You know, I'll give you a $5,000 bonus
if you find it before then, though.
All right, listen, man, hang in there.
All right. We'll find it.
All right, thanks, man. Get some rest.
(cell phone ringing) We'll find your car.
$5,000 more. (chuckles)
Easy money. Yeah, right. Yeah, it's Nash.
LEEK: Well, Nash, we found
one of the crew members, Lou Giardino.
Huh, thanks, Harve.
They found one of the crew members.
Hmm.
Who's this guy Giardino work for?
This joint right here, Nash.
Four Diamond Security.
I never heard of that one.
(phone ringing)
Oh, hold on a second, Harve.
All right.
Nash.
HIGHTOWER: I went oh-for-four last night!
I dropped a pop-up!
Where is my car?!
Well, uh, hello, there, Rondell.
Nice to talk to you, too.
Uh, see, we're just a little busy with a police matter.
What am I paying you for?!
Easy, bubba.
You'll get your car back.
Hey, you work for me!
I want results!
(snaps phone shut)
Was that Rondell?
Uh, did he say hi to me?
(chuckles)
Easy money, huh?
Hey, nothing's free.
Harve, you know what I think?
Yeah. Head over to Four Diamond, check this out.
You're there. All right.
Hey, Daddy, can we talk?
Sure, sweetheart.
Um, you okay? Yeah.
So what's up?
Well, I've been thinking about what we talked about--
you know, college-- and, you know, I don't think
I have to go, uh, right away.
What?!
Well, my friend Elizabeth,
she's gonna take a year off and waitress,
and then she's gonna decide what she wants to do.
Uh-huh.
Well, you're going, sister.
But, Dad, you need me.
I mean, let's face it, your life, you know,
the past few years, has been kind of crazy.
You break up with Mom, that whole thing with Kelly,
Grandpa's not doing so good.
I mean, you need me here, don't you? (chuckling)
I mean, not on the East Coast running around somewhere.
(sighs)
Believe it or not, I can actually take care of myself.
Sweetheart, I know you're nervous,
but once you get there, you're gonna love it.
But, Dad, I don't even know what I want to do with my life yet.
But that's what college is all about,
is going there and figuring out
what you want to do with your life.
I want you to reach.
I want you to be the best
you can possibly be.
You get it?
Yeah.
I get it.
Good.
Now, come on, I'll walk you out.
Don't be thinking about this waitressing over the summer.
What, did you fall and bump your head?
BUDDRUS: I'll have you talk to our head of technical operations.
Lou Giardino worked for him.
We appreciate that, thanks.
Thanks. (knock on door)
Excuse me.
Uh, this is Bob Coles.
Bob... LEEK: Bob.
...Inspectors Leek and Carson
from the police department. How you doing, Mr. Coles?
They're investigating Lou Giardino's murder.
Oh.
Could you excuse me for a minute?
Thanks.
(sighs): Eh, brother.
(door closes)
Hey, is that your boy?
COLES: Yeah. Cute.
He play little league here in the city?
COLES: No, that's up in Marin.
Why?
You recruit for the Giants?
(chuckles)
No, no, I used to coach.
Sorry to digress.
Now, what exactly did Mr. Giardino do for you?
He did installations and alarm checks.
Uh, you're free to talk to the other installers.
Did you know that Lou had a criminal record?
Of course.
Including armed robbery?
Well, who better to help you design
sophisticated security systems than a guy who takes them down?
How did you find Mr. Giardino to hire him?
California parole program.
Hmm.
Uh, they placed him here.
Y-You know who you should talk to?
His parole officer.
I've got his number; I'll give it to you.
(Bridges chuckles)
BRIDGES: A little league photo?
LEEK: Exactly. He's telling me he lives in Marin,
and his kid plays little league there,
but, man, this photo has Sonora cacti in the background.
BRIDGES: Amazing.
What's this bozo's name?
Bob Coles.
I mean, you can find this cacti
in Arizona, New Mexico.
But in Northern California, no way!
I'm all over it.
Great work, Harve.
You're in the zone, baby.
How soon before you're back?
Minutes.
See you then.
Uh, Sharday Grant, Rondell's girlfriend,
all I could dig up was her parents' phone number,
and they don't know where she is.
Well, we'll just see about this.
All right, maybe it's not totally easy money.
Easy money.
Hi, there!
This is Teddy Malone
from the America 100 Clearing House,
and I'm looking for a prize winner named Sharday Grant.
Uh, no, no, no, no.
Ed McMahon is the other guy.
Uh, well, you see, uh, she has won fourth prize
in our latest sweepstakes drawing.
Really?
Well, we've got our prize van right here in the city,
and we'd like to send it by
to surprise video her getting the good news.
Yeah.
Oh, really?
Her work address?
Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
(chuckles softly) Yes, okay.
That's good, very nice.
Uh, I got it.
Thanks a lot.
Bye-bye, now.
You're my new personal god.
Anything else?
That'll be sufficient.
Got to leave with something, Harvey. No way.
Wait a minute, Harve. You're gonna love this.
Ride up with us.
We, uh, followed up on your cactus lead,
phoned around to all the big cities in the Southwest.
Phoenix PD has five unsolved takedowns,
exact same MO as ours.
We got a break in this stinking case?
Ah, it gets better.
According to employment records,
Bobby Coles lived in this city before moving to San Francisco.
What would be Phoenix?
That would be correct, and we move on to Double Jeopardy.
Should we pick this creep up?
Ah, we could, but all we got is circumstantial evidence.
Put a tail on him, let's see where it goes.
Excellent. Thanks, Nash.
So I'll see you tomorrow.
WOMAN: Bye, Sharday.
Uh, hi, there.
Uh, Sharday Grant?
Could we, uh, have a couple of minutes with you?
Let me guess, Rondell sent you, right?
Don't even think about touching me.
I've got a scream that shatters glass.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a minute, baby.
W-We just want to ask you a couple of questions,
like, uh, you know, uh, where Rondell's car is.
What car?
Uh, his Pinto.
He thinks you took it.
Now, why would I want
that tired-ass, beat-up old thing?
Well, he seems to think that you're angry with him
because he broke up with you.
Uh, he told you he broke up with me?
Do you know that on our first date,
he shows up in that beat-up old thing,
talking about how it's lucky for him,
takes me to this very exclusive Nob Hill restaurant.
Of course, we get out of the car,
the valet parkers are hysterical, laughing at us.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, baby, listen.
We-we don't want to get in the middle
of this personal thing with you and Rondell.
Why don't you just tell us where the car is, and we'll go away?
(chuckles)
I'm not saying that I do know where the car is,
but if I did, I would have every right.
Now, he treated me like
some common piece of trash off the street.
Do you know that he's got some bimbo
holed up in a condo down in L.A.?
And don't even get me started on this girlfriend
he's got down in the Marina--
some woman clearly old enough to be my mother.
Uh, look, Sharday, uh, tell you what,
I'll give you a thousand dollars right now
if you tell us where the car is.
"A thousand dollars."
Put your money away, Bob Barker.
(engine starts)
Oh, and when you speak with Rondell,
be sure you tell him how fine I looked when you saw me.
(tires screeching)
Well, that went well.
Yeah. (chuckles)
Easy money.
SHIMAMURA: Cool.
The rat just led us to the cheese.
Now it's time to set the trap.
Hey, bubba.
You're awake.
You look good.
(whispering): I don't feel so good.
(chuckles)
Yeah, well, contrary to popular myth,
life has its bad moments.
Trust me. I speak from personal experience.
(sighs softly)
I made a mistake out there, Nash.
I'm sorry.
Ah, forget about it.
Wasn't our lucky day, man.
I've learned a hell of a lot more from my mistakes
than I have my successes.
I'm always blowing it, man.
I mean, nothing about this job comes easy.
Not one damn...
Easy.
Don't go overboard, Evan.
You know something, Nash?
I'm a fourth-generation cop.
My father was a cop.
My older brother, all my uncles.
Even my aunt. My aunt's a cop.
Back in Chicago, my family's like... like cop royalty.
Why didn't you ever tell me this before?
Same reason I came to San Francisco.
Get out from under it.
(sighs)
What's going on with you, Evan?
That's it, Nash.
I'm done. I'm quitting the force.
DOMINGUEZ: Hey, party man!
Hey, listen.
It's okay. Don't get up.
Hey, I brought you a present.
It's my cane from when I got shot.
Thanks, Joe.
Hey, it's a babe magnet.
Chicks go, "Oh, please. Me next."
Hey, a recent update here.
Cheryl Bowie's
pacing outside her husband's room.
I think she's ready to see the light.
Yeah. Go, man.
You'll stay here with him, all right?
Yeah. Sure.
We'll finish this later.
Yeah. I'll be here.
Wow, man. Cable TV, unlimited Jell-O.
You got it knocked, dude.
Cheryl Bowie?
Who are you?
My name's Nash Bridges. I'm a cop.
His whole crew is going down.
Right now, you're in the damage control phase.
Look, I don't want to have this conversation.
Okay. Well, let me tell you something.
One guy... One guy in this crew
is going to get a shot at immunity.
Now, I'm hoping that you'll take that shot.
You and Eric.
Look. Go away.
I don't want to talk to you anymore.
You can act like you're not listening,
but I know you hear.
It's time for you to think
about your children and yourself.
So I'm thinking we sit here because,
according to the credit union,
the armored car containing the $2 million in payroll cash
arrives at 2:00 p.m. today,
always using this rear entrance.
I don't know.
Something feels wonky to me.
These guys have never gone after cash. Never.
(loud rumbling) Whoa!
(loud rumbling)
Duck and cover! Get down!
Here you have Wrath: the Sequel, man!
(rumbling continues, woman screams)
Pieces are getting bigger.
That's going to be another leak.
Joe?
Yeah?
Joe?
Yeah?
You can come out now.
Is it cool?
Yeah. Come on out of there.
Come on. Get out of there! It's over.
It's not like you can do much about it anyway.
In the big one,
this table ain't going to save you.
All right, where were we?
A.J., these guys have never gone after cash.
It's not... it's not a random robbery. It's a specific
cash shipment.
I still don't buy it.
Well, it's all we got, Nash.
Can't ignore it.
All right, Harve and Bryn, let's go.
Let's set it up, see what we can see.
Good luck. I think you're wasting your time, A.J.
You feel that? What?
That... that...
Was it kind of like this?
Yeah! Like that?
Oh, that's... that's... that's funny.
Well, don't get upset.
It's over... kinda.
500 yards.
All right. Get ready.
Rock and roll.
Whoa! Hey, hey!
(tires squealing)
Drop it!
Hands above your head!
Don't! Put it down!
On the ground now!
Keep your hands away from the gun!
One line between
the container and the truck! Move the boxes!
Move 'em!
Damn it! We've got
an "all districts" strong-arm 211 in progress, pier 94.
It's got to be that bugger Coles. Let's hit it!
Well never make it. Never.
(tires squealing)
(sirens wailing)
MAN: Open up! Somebody let me out of here!
Yo! Hey! Anybody!
All right.
About time.
In round dollars, they stole about 700 grand
worth of heart medicine.
At $12 a pop,
they ship those heart pills off to Europe,
and probably net out what? 300 grand?
You try to pick up Bobby Coles?
Not only did he split,
but he packed up home and office.
Guy is unbelievable.
He even emptied his wastebaskets.
Not only is he the best strong-arm guy I've ever seen,
he'd make a terrific maid.
Let's keep working the crew leads.
We've got to turn up something.
In the meantime, we still got Eric Bowie.
Joe? Yeah?
Come on. We gotta hit it.
Wait a minute, Nash, man.
I'm onto something really big here.
What's that?
Sharday Grant.
I just discovered she worked for two years as a receptionist
for a car yard in South San Francisco.
Ah! That's got potential.
Uh-huh. The name of the company-- Grant Wrecking.
That would be a family business.
You know, this detective stuff just comes too easy to you.
You're very impressive for you first case.
Luck. Michelangelo-- luck.
Cal Ripken Jr.-- luck.
I like this, Joe.
A good high-class case.
DOMINGUEZ: Hey.
Bingo! Or should I say "Pinto"?
Call a black and white,
and have them get over here and impound it.
Impound? No way!
We'll have to explain why we're here, first of all.
And there'll be more questions, delays, paperwork...
Not to mention our bonus.
Look, we'll just go in and get the car and get our money.
Man! Why do I always listen to you?
Because you're very smart. That's why.
Joe, I got a bad feeling about this.
Why?
'Cause I think you just stepped in something,
and that can only mean one thing.
(barking)
Remain very, very still.
(growling)
Are you absolutely sure about this?
I am.
I'm just not so sure if he knows the trick.
(growling)
So you know what, Joe?
What? Run.
Whoa! I'll tell you what.
Calling for help is sounding a little bit better right now.
Wait, wait, wait. I got a phone, but let's...
Let's think about this.
If I call for a patrol unit to rescue us,
are you prepared to live with years
of ridicule from our fellow officers?
(barking)
Yes, I am.
Hey, what's a little ridicule, man?
We... we always have retirement as an option.
Speak for yourself, bubba. Nice...
(barking)
Man, this dog is seriously pissed off.
Man, now I know how the two little pigs felt.
(barking)
Don't you mean the three little pigs?
No, man. The third little pig's the guy with the plan.
Unfortunately, he's not here.
(barking)
Geez!
I think I have a solution.
Hey, wait a minute!
You're not leaving me here, are you?
(growling and barking)
(barking)
(whistling) Here, boy!
Scout!
Fido!
(barking)
Trigger!
(whistling)
Ah! Good boy.
(barking)
All right!
Can you believe Rondell's paying us
30 times blue book for this wreck?
Love is blind, bubba, and batting slumps are bitches.
(phone ringing)
Yeah.
Uh-huh.
You bet. We'll be right there.
That was Cheryl Bowie. She wants to meet with us.
Hey, fancy that.
I'll meet you at the hospital.
Yeah. Don't get carjacked.
Called a nurse I know.
Eric's out of the coma.
How do you want to deal with this?
He knows about the food stamp job.
That's a problem, but Eric's loyal.
On the other hand, these SIU cops are pretty good.
Meanwhile, we have $8 million in food stamps
sitting in a government warehouse in Richmond.
It's all about trade-offs.
What's our recovery on the score?
Our recovery on a full load is $4.8 million.
That's $1.2 million deposited in any bank in the world.
I'm in.
Me, too.
But, first, we have to take care of Eric.
We'll have to check him out of the hospital.
I hope Evan's feeling better.
Yeah. Me, too.
Hey, listen.
Why don't you give me a minute with him?
Okay. I'll go check on Bowie.
Hey. How you doing, bubba?
Good.
I had my first major accomplishment today.
I walked to the bathroom all by myself.
Hey, now that's good.
So, um...
you feel any different about what we talked about?
Uh, no.
No, not really.
I don't... I don't know, Nash.
I don't know what to do, really.
Well, I... I'll tell you what I think you should do.
I don't think you should quit on this note.
I think you'd always regret it.
Give it six months.
Take it day by day, and then evaluate it then.
DOMINGUEZ: Hey, Evan.
I saw this really cute nurse
down at the counter practicing her signature--
"Mrs. Evan Cortez." What's up with that?
Yeah, right, I wish.
Hey, it's those sponge baths by the moonlight, huh?
Yeah. Hey, uh,
why don't we go take care of that other matter and come back.
Ah, yeah, let's do that.
Think about what I said.
Yeah.
He was in a lot of pain.
Doctors had to give him his medicine.
Eric, can you hear me?
(moans)
Is the crew still in town?
Yeah.
Why?
One more score.
What is it? What're they taking down?
Food s... it's food s...
Food what, uh, caviar?
Salmon? Saffron?
Saffron?
Yeah, saffron.
You ever see how much a little tiny bit of that stuff costs?
Eric, where are these guys?
Where are they now?
Food stamps.
You can get 'em,
but I don't think so.
No good. He's out.
Well, food stamps. That's something.
Yeah, something, not enough.
Thanks.
Good-bye.
Food stamps, huh? How about that?
What? What's wrong?
The cops running our case.
Oh, man, they probably already talked to Bowie.
Then we got to talk to them.
We got a change of plans.
You know what?
Food stamps are a perfect target for this crew.
They're probably not heavily guarded, easy to turn around.
So what we do is we look for the biggest distribution point.
I'm with you, Kimo Sabe.
When do we take Rondell back his car?
Soon as we finish... (gun cocking)
Stay cool. Don't move.
(tires squealing) Get in the car. Come on, get in, right now!
Drive.
Well, this is brilliant.
Bringing us to an army barracks
somewhere inside the city limits.
Now, where could that be?
Uh, maybe the Alamo.
No... Hey, the Presidio.
Hey, how about that.
Shut up.
I want some information.
Make up your mind.
You want us to talk, or you want us to shut up?
What did Eric Bowie tell you?
He didn't tell me anything.
You're a liar.
You want to help him out?
Don't tell him anything.
They plan on killing us anyway.
Go to hell.
Allow me.
I'm going to get you for that.
CARR: What do you think?
COLES: This one's useless.
Do a Lou Giardino on him.
This one,
this other one, we'll keep him around a little longer,
work him over a little more thoroughly,
see what we can find out.
Say, aren't you, uh, Kenny Carr, that works out of Vegas?
Yeah, that's right.
Yeah, you're the... you're the guy
that boosted the $2.3 million in jewelry
from the casino owner, what's-his-name, Edgar Hayes.
Right.
Then did the 12 to 20 in Carson City... Yeah.
for trying to pawn the stuff in Reno.
Yeah, how you remember all that?
Yeah. I, uh, I got a photographic memory.
Believe me, it's a curse sometimes.
Let me ask you something.
What's a guy like Bobby Coles use you for?
I mean, you're not a driver, you're not muscle,
ain't a highline guy.
So just exactly what do you contribute?
Brains.
(laughing)
Brains, huh?
That's a good one.
A guy so stupid, he robs a casino owner
and then tries to pawn the stuff in Nevada.
(laughing)
Keep it up, I can make it real painful.
Is that supposed to scare me, meathead?
My condolences.
Give me the keys to that Pinto,
or I'm going to make you disappear.
So here and here,
two separate alarm systems.
And this, we can trace back to the south junction box.
Nash!
Where the hell is he?!
I'm right here.
Just you, baby.
(yelling in pain)
Hurry up, man.
I think that thing's going to blow.
Come on, man. Let's get out of here.
(Coles screaming)
(explosion, glass shattering)
(flames crackling)
(explosion)
Oh, man, I thought I'd lost you, brother.
So did I.
Did you have to use the Pinto?
I mean, that was your best idea?
No. I had one other.
Don't tell me what it was.
(flames crackling)
Come on, let's go.
Good eye. Good eye.
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.
So, uh, what're we going to say?
I don't know. I'll think of something.
You haven't already thought of something?
Well, I got to be in the moment.
Man, he's going to sue us.
I mean, we're going to be paying rent to him
to live in our own houses, man.
Are you in the moment now?
If I remember right, you're the guy that said
this was going to be easy cash, is that right?
Yeah, right.
All right, come on, he's done.
We should have gone with a decoy car.
It would have worked. It would have never worked.
You think he wouldn't know his own car?
You have what's left?
Right here.
Oh, boy.
All right. Um, Rondell?
Oh, oh, no, no, no, man.
I don't want to talk to you.
Well, wait a minute.
We need to talk to you about your car, your Pinto.
The check is in the mail. Bonus, too.
Stay away from me.
What? I went four for four last night.
Five RBI's.
I don't want the car back.
You didn't bring it here, did you?
Not all of it. Uh, kind of.
Um, let me get this straight--
you... you don't want the car back?
No, I don't want the car.
I broke my dependence on it, you see?
It's yours, brother.
I'll have my accountant send you the pink slip.
(chuckles) Well, okay,
but we worked hard to get it.
Man, we skated on that one.
Easy money. Easy money?
Easy money, man. It damn near killed us.
Ah, let's see,
what am I going to do with all that money?
Here he is. Okay.
Hey.
Hey, bubba.
Welcome back.
Yeah, it's good to be back.
Come on, we got your seat all warmed up for you.
You know something, Nash, I'm still not too sure about all this.
Come on, what're you talking about, man?
We settled this.
A little different actually being here, you know?
Pile of work waiting on you, young man.
So what're you talking about?
You know something?
I get the feeling that these people that...
they don't really like me, you know.
Let me tell you something.
If you walk away from this without proving to yourself,
and me, that you can still kick ass,
then I'm going to kick your ass.
Wouldn't be too hard, would it?
SHIMAMURA: No rest for the wicked.
ASAP. Suspect info. Welcome back.
Mark Granick?
Who the hell is that?
I don't know. It's not my case.
Great. Great.
ALL: Surprise!
(cheering)
(party horns blowing)
Yep. See there?
Nobody likes you, bubba.
This is for me?
All for you. We missed you.
Come on, come on, let's get this party going, cut the cake.
Wait, wait, wait. Picture first.
Ready. One, two, three.
Say cheese. (horn blowing)
ALL: Cheese...
DOMINGUEZ: Hey, let's get out of here
before A.J. sings "Proud Mary" again.
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