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(gunshot)
SHIMAMURA: All right, everybody, listen up.
This used to be Patrick McCauly,
top contender to head the McMillan organization.
Two days ago, Conner McMillan blows into town.
McCauly ends up dead yesterday.
Draw your own conclusions.
He's the leading suspect in the murder
of Officer Nick Carry in '89.
Now, the McMillan clan, for those of you in the dark,
control one third of the city's prostitution, gambling,
extortion.
So who's who here?
(clearing throat): The old man is...
Corick McMillan.
And those are his two sons Conner and Kevin.
That's the family lawyer there-- Horace Atwood.
It's not hard to figure out
that by eliminating Patrick McCauly,
this insures that at least one of the brothers
will succeed the old man.
Now, if we can bring down Conner McMillan,
we get us a cop killer, stop a turf war--
huh-- maybe even get him to roll over
and put the whole damn family out of business.
All right, you all have your surveillance shifts.
See me for detail.
DOMINGUEZ: Look, he's pulling over.
Conner, where you going, bubba?
Think he made us?
Not a chance.
He's in there.
So, uh... how was your date with Kelly?
Scary.
Why? I don't know, we're...
getting along great.
We didn't see each other for a while,
and then the last month, it's been incredible.
(chuckling): Well, that part was always incredible,
I mean, if you can believe the tapes.
(laughing)
Don't you go there, man.
Nah, it's like...
we spent the whole weekend together.
We didn't argue, we didn't fight.
Joked with each other.
It was great, man.
So?
So what?
So, you thinking about getting back
with her together full-time?
I'm considering it.
Oh, really?
Yeah, really.
I love that woman, man.
I know you love her, but, uh...
Okay, here we go.
Oh, nice touch.
He's picked up some flowers.
We got ourselves a hyphenate.
Cop killer-slash-lady-killer.
(car starts)
(engine roaring)
So, uh, did you do the work on the original homicide?
No, but I knew the cop that got killed.
Nick Carry was his name. Oh, yeah, I remember.
What a nightmare.
Why couldn't they make the case?
The CI that had the evidence on, uh, Conner
disappeared the same time Conner did--
seven years ago.
Yeah, well, that boy's back one day,
he's already got a dead body in his wake.
That's right, bubba.
(birds squawking)
(bell tolling)
* *
Well, what do you know?
He really does have a hot date.
How does he do that?
One day in town... Ah, I don't know,
maybe it's an old girlfriend or something.
Is that who I think it is?
That would be... Kelly.
(exhales)
I take it you didn't know about this, huh?
What the hell is he doing with my ex-wife?
Well, he's not discussing politics.
So, uh...
you're going to get back together with her now, huh?
Just asking.
* *
(woman vocalizing)
(vocalizing continues over sultry sax notes)
I thought you might like to see this.
What is it?
It's Conner's hotel phone record.
The first night, he called Kelly,
and they spoke for 47 minutes.
Well, today's just a bounty of good news, isn't it?
Nash, your ex- wife's here.
Which one, the good one or bad one?
Ooh, the bad one.
What are you going to say to her?
Beats the hell out of me.
I think I'll let her do all the talking.
Good luck.
Hello, sweetheart.
What a nice surprise.
Hi, Joe, how are you?
Hey, Kelly, how you doing? Sit down.
I was in the neighborhood.
I wanted to see if you were free for lunch.
Ah, damn it.
I'm doing surveillance on this case.
Well, can I take a rain check,
or would that be ridiculously optimistic?
How about dinner?
How about drinks?
About 6:00.
Drinks, okay, great, fine, 6:00.
Great, I'll meet you at Le Coco Tres.
We really need to talk.
We do?
Scary.
Six o'clock.
I know it's a gamble, but please try and be there.
She see the picture?
She tried to cover it, but she saw it.
(exhales)
Uh, look, uh, not that this isn't much more interesting,
but I just got this urgent phone call from Mrs. Nassiter.
You know, the world's loudest silent partner?
(chuckles)
She wants to meet me over at the bar for something.
I don't know. Go.
Nash, it's the surveillance team.
Conner just showed up at Corick McMillan's house.
NASH: If I could only get a wire in there.
Evan.
You know how to tie those animal balloons?
Sorry, boss, afraid not.
I got a better idea.
Come on.
Hi there. SFPD.
Which one of you gentlemen is a 40 regular?
Sir, would you like a crab cake?
Thank you. There you go.
You're very welcome.
(sighs)
Would you like an hors d'oeuvres?
NASH: With Evan on the inside, maybe we'll get lucky.
Gentlemen.
That's Horace Atwood.
He's been with the old man for 20 years.
That's Corick.
SHIMAMURA: Old man doesn't look good, does he?
Hey, Dad.
He's dying of cancer.
That's what this whole thing's all about.
Ah, the prodigal son.
Boy, these past couple of days remind me
of the good old days.
Of course, they weren't so good, were they, Conner?
Oh, stop, you two.
It's time to talk business.
Come on, we're meeting in the library.
Excuse me, gentlemen, would you,
uh, like some hors d'oeuvres or something?
Or maybe I could bring you a drink or some refreshments,
anything, uh...
No.
CORTEZ: The party's over for us.
Damn.
MRS. NASSITER: Uh, boys, uh...
could we have it a little more tidy around here?
Is somebody going to put all these bottles away?
Uh, you, excuse me.
Uh, could you do something about these bottles here?
What?! These bottles.
Yeah, put them away in the recycle bin out...
I have
a question for you.
Do you people want
to see my head explode?
Because if you continue to talk to me in that tone,
that is literally what will happen!
W-What tone?
Whoo, okay, take it easy, Enrico.
All right?
This is Mr. Dominguez and Mrs. Nassiter.
They're the new owners.
They took over the bar after the foreclosure.
Okay?
You can't give him an order that way.
Got it.
Come.
(whispering indistinctly)
(breathing heavily)
Yes, yes.
What did you say to him?
Ooh... it's much more involved than that.
Who is that man?
Oh, Enrico used to be the bar accountant.
He went through a terrible IRS audit
and had a nervous breakdown.
Now he's been reduced to a more...
limited management role.
Yeah.
Uh... I thought you were the bar accountant.
Oh, no, no, I'm the acting accountant
until Enrico recovers.
Or such time you, as management, choose to name
a new permanent accountant- slash-general manager.
Uh, listen, I got to go.
So what's the, uh, urgent situation?
Okay.
I've been going over the receipts
for the past couple of nights,
and I noticed that $500 was missing from the register.
You know who did it?
I have my suspicions.
Now, I need both of you
to authorize an internal investigation.
Fine with me.
Nail the bastard.
You know, I've been thinking "All Leather Night."
Hmm-- hey, how about "All Wet Leather Night"?
CORTEZ: Something's going on, man.
You should have seen the look in Conner's eyes.
Some kind of major powwow.
(door opens)
Hey, I miss anything?
Yeah, we all missed it.
How's the bar that "runs itself"?
Ah, don't ask.
Man, you can't trust anybody anymore,
especially those closest to you.
SHIMAMURA: Heads up, guys, Conner's leaving.
Joe and I'll take him.
Give me your keys. I'll drive.
No way, it's my car, man.
It's my turn to drive for a change.
Oh, man, come on, you know how you drive.
Yeah,
low and slow.
Joe, you want to keep up?
You're losing him.
Don't tell me you're gonna backseat drive, man.
How classic. (phone rings)
Nash.
Nash, darling.
You're going to kill me, but I've got to cancel tonight.
(chuckling): I'm not used to this one.
You cancel before I do?
I promise we'll get to our talk.
There's some charity train wreck I've got to fix, okay?
Yeah, okay.
Bye.
She had to cancel.
Hmm. I see.
No, you don't see.
Oh, yeah, well, maybe murder and mayhem aren't
the only reasons that Conner came back.
Look, this guy's dangerous, man.
Chicks dig that.
That, that's ridiculous.
Come on, man.
Why do you think Kelly likes you, huh?
You're very dangerous.
Especially when you're a passenger.
I'll tell you what happened.
She probably dated this guy sometime in the past.
She didn't want to tell me because she thought it might
upset me, which is ridiculous,
and she just didn't mention it,
and that's it.
I see. Okay.
DOMINGUEZ: What do you think they're saying?
(sighs)
I don't know. I don't read lips.
You going to confront her?
Not until I have to.
You still haven't explained to me why you've come back.
Family business, is that the reason?
I'd hoped you might've escaped
your father's gravitational pull by now.
I need to borrow that painting.
I don't have it.
I lent it to a gallery in SOMA.
Why do you need it?
I just do. Just get it back.
Not unless you tell me why first.
Kelly... just get the painting back.
All right, then.
So, who do we follow, him or her?
Him.
Until I know what he's doing and why, he's still our key.
DOMINGUEZ: So what do you think Conner's doing up there?
Probably trying to figure out a way to snake
the McMillan family business away from his brother.
You think Kelly knows what's going on?
I'm not sure we do yet.
I just don't want her in the crossfire
when things start to get uglier.
Fresh eyes, guys. Take five.
He's on the fourth floor, corner room.
Room 411. You got it? Yep.
All right, don't lose him. Don't worry.
Hey, uh...
I got to drop by the bar.
Want me to drop you any place?
That would be the bar that runs itself.
(chuckles)
So I've narrowed it down to five people
with motive, means, and no alibi.
Mm-hmm. Well, uh, weren't there just five people
on the shift that night?
Exactly.
No wonder you're so well-respected at your job.
Thank you.
Our first suspect is Jerry.
Jerry?
The day-shift manager, Jerry? Mm-hmm.
Not exactly an attractive man.
I mean, the pasty skin combined
with the not-very-convincing toupee.
Nevertheless, he has a 22-year-old boyfriend.
Oh... Uh-huh.
A student at SFU with the body of a Greek god.
(grunts)
(sighs)
Love doesn't come cheap.
(knocking) Come in!
Come in.
Oh, hi, guys. Sorry to interrupt.
Hey, Hank.
I'm just going over some figures here with the boss.
Just getting a case of beer.
All righty.
But then I got to thinking, what do we know about him?
Him? Mm-hmm.
Hank? Mm-hmm.
He seems like a straightforward kind of guy.
Exactly.
He seems like a straight-ahead kind of guy.
But yesterday, he shows up in a new leather jacket.
Oh, yeah? Mm-hmm.
"Hey Hank," I say, being friendly.
"Nice jacket.
How much did that set you back?"
Guess what his answer was?
What? $500.
$500.
Bing! Bing! Bing! Bing! Bing...!
Mm-hmm.
Should I question him?
Um... no.
That's okay. I'll, I'll question him.
Can't trust anybody nowadays, huh?
I know. Sad.
(sighs)
The guy with the rug, he's got a 22-year-old guy?
Mm-hmm. You should see him.
It's very weird.
Hello, young lovers. Should be me.
Hey, Hank, how's it going?
Hey, Mr. Dominguez.
Can I get you something to drink?
Uh, no. No, thank you.
Um, listen, could we talk a minute?
Yeah. Sure.
Okay. Um... Listen, I just...
I wanted to tell you, um... you know, thanks.
You know, I mean, I know I don't fit in here very well.
I mean, hell, my family runs a dairy farm.
But, um, this job,
you know, it's...
it's been so great for me.
You know, these, these people, they're like...
they're like family.
Yeah.
Anyway...
it's home and, uh, and you made it that way.
Geez, I'm sorry.
What were you, what were you gonna say?
Um...
Um... n-nothing, really.
I was just... I wanted to say
what a good job you're doing.
Uh, nice talking to you.
Here's Conner's car.
Here we go.
What the hell is he doing?
Watch it!
(tires screeching)
Damn it!
Yeah?
It's Evan, man.
I lost him.
All right. Don't worry about it.
Just stay there and let me know if he comes back.
(gasps)
Oh, my God, you scared me.
I'm sorry, sweetheart.
I let myself in.
How are you doing?
Are you okay? Yeah.
You look a little nervous, sweetie.
So, um... (sighs)
Where were you?
Well, I had to go and pick up something for my headache.
I couldn't sleep.
New painting?
Yeah.
It's, uh, some new experimental artist.
You would hate it.
Oh, I'm open to trying new things.
You just have to be willing to share.
Do you want to show me the painting, Kelly?
(sighs)
Maybe it's time to have that little talk.
Have you been spying on me?
No, I've been following Conner.
This is outrageous.
I have a job to do!
I can't not do that job just because of who's involved.
I just want all this to stop.
Conner bought this for you, didn't he?
Yeah.
Seven years ago.
He just said he wanted to borrow it for a few hours.
Let's find out why.
Shall we find out what this fits...
...and why Conner is so desperate to get it back?
You're my father's attorney and advisor, not mine.
I'll handle my brother in my own way.
We can't do anything without that key.
We need to make our move.
I'm working on it.
You know there are going to be reprisals.
He's ready to seize control.
I have to get it from a third party,
a very skittish third party.
And the police are following me.
Listen... If you ask me again, I'll get up and walk out.
Do you understand?
What do you want out of this?
Nothing you have to offer.
Just do what you came back for.
You still walking?
Whenever I can.
Stay healthy, kid.
You, too, my friend.
God, you scared me.
(siren blaring)
(indistinct police radio transmission)
Morning.
Good morning.
Except it's not such a good morning for Horace Atwood,
the McMillan attorney.
Close-range hit.
Couldn't happen to a nicer guy.
Anybody see it?
The hit, no.
But I've got witnesses that say
that they saw him eating with Conner McMillan
20 minutes before the hit.
Let's bring him in.
How you doing, Conner?
You comfortable?
You want a coffee or something?
There's a machine outside.
(sighs)
You might want to have your lawyer present.
Oops, I forgot.
You killed your lawyer last night.
He wasn't my lawyer.
He was my father's lawyer.
And I didn't kill him.
Oh, well, you want to tell me who did?
(sighs): I have no idea.
Hmm.
Do you have any idea what this key fits?
That's my property.
I'd like it back.
Actually, it belongs to my ex-wife.
It was in one of her paintings.
Now, I'm gonna ask
you something.
Why are you involving her?
I think I will call a lawyer.
You can do that.
But you better understand something.
There are very few things that I would risk my life
or my career over.
And Kelly is one of 'em.
So, my advice to you
is stay the hell away from her.
What if she wants me around?
(forced chuckle)
We're not gonna charge you yet.
But I am gonna hang onto these.
How did you get that?
Magic.
I hold all the cards.
Best thing for you to do is make a deal.
You might save yourself a death sentence.
This is personal to you,
but you're barkin' up the wrong tree.
Prove me wrong.
Evan, see if you can figure out
which bank that key came from.
Yeah, sure. You have a call on line four.
Thank you.
Yeah, Nash.
Well, I'd be delighted.
Sir, I'll be right over.
DOMINGUEZ: Who was that?
That was Corick McMillan.
He wants to have a chat.
Ah. Me, too?
Well, he didn't mention you by name,
but I'm sure I can bring a guest.
Oh, good.
You know, I gotta tell you, Corick.
You have got to be the most successful plumber
in the history of the business.
Could be right.
See, Nash, pays to run your own business.
Does he really think I'm a plumber?
You never know with Joe.
So, um,
what's this little get-together all about, Corick?
(sighs)
I want to know who you think killed Horace Atwood.
(clears throat): Well...
...right now, the prime suspect would be your son.
Which one?
Conner.
We all have our capacities, Nash,
but Conner's...
they don't include murder.
With all due respect, Corick,
you're word isn't worth much.
Listen, I have a tumor in my throat.
It's inoperable.
I'll be lucky if I live two months.
I called Conner home
because I didn't want to die without seeing him again.
The last thing I want
is all this bloodshed in my family.
All this...
turmoil.
Family.
It's the only thing I have left now that's worth anything.
So you see,
I got nothin' to gain by lyin' to ya.
I'll keep that in mind.
Thank you for comin', boys.
That's all I have to say.
Man, he's quite a character, huh?
The end of a dynasty.
That's kinda what worries me.
(phone rings)
(sighs): Yeah, Nash.
Listen, Nash, I tracked the key to an old branch
of the San Francisco Bank, uh, down on Mission and Third.
I'm on my way.
Well, no, no, no. They actually,
they closed that branch after the quake.
But they transferred all the safe deposit boxes
to the new branch on, uh, Taylor and Bush.
Oh, and, Nash?
There were two names on the signature card--
Conner's and Kelly's.
Thank you.
Water damage.
Probably the water pipes in the bank vault broke.
What's in it?
EVAN: Here goes, ladies and gentlemen.
Tonight's command performance.
(indistinct voices)
Can't understand a word.
Great.
Looks like the iodine and the calcium in the water
washed the dioxides right off the tape.
All this for nothing.
Oh, well, actually,
there's still some electro-magnetic impulses
where the recording was made.
Evan, see if you can dig it out.
Shall I drive you home?
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Hello, son.
How you feelin'?
You don't see death, Kevin.
You sense it.
Like the wind, it's... it's comin'.
You sound like Mom.
Isn't that what she said
right before she died?
You murdered Horace Atwood, didn't you?
No, Dad.
I removed an obstacle to my advancement.
Isn't that what you always taught me?
Taught you to defend yourself.
I hear you spoke with the police.
Yeah.
Shoulda turned you over to 'em.
Yeah.
You didn't?
Ah...
Well, that makes this doubly ironic,
then, doesn't it?
(glass shattering)
Take one step out.
Just one.
Hello, Conner.
I'll pay for the water.
I promise.
How'd you get in here? I lent him the key.
Please don't do this, Nash.
I don't have to tell you, do I,
how dangerous it is having him here.
I know.
We found the tape.
Yes, and...?
There was nothing on it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait.
How about I do the cop work, all right?
What was on the tape?
It was damaged, not destroyed.
We're gonna find out sooner or later.
Well, it doesn't matter if I tell you then, does it?
(phone rings)
You'll have to wait. Excuse me.
Yeah?
BRIDGES: Yeah?
Uh-huh.
Conner?
Your father's dead.
Murdered.
No.
I'm sorry.
Oh, my God.
You weren't there.
So who was?
Conner, please.
He can help you.
What was on that tape?
My brother's confession.
He killed that cop in '89.
It was that event
made me decide
to have nothin' to do with the family business.
But Kevin and them,
they had a hard time believin' that or lettin' me go,
so I taped the conversation of him talkin' about the murder
for my own security, just in case.
Oh, Conner.
My father asked me to come back.
He was ill and he was terrified.
Kevin was takin' over the organization.
He wanted me to stop him.
My father,
he had a certain honor
about the way he conducted his business.
Kevin does not.
He's ruthless
and mercenary, and nothin' is
outside his bounds.
Even killin' our own father!
And Horace Atwood.
And Patrick McCauly,
and anyone else that stands in his way.
I can help you.
But you're gonna have to do something for me.
I'll stop Kevin.
But when this is all done,
you are gonna stay away from Kelly.
You're gonna get
on a plane, and get the hell back
to where you came from.
Do you understand?
Aye.
(golf cart whirring)
(sighs)
Damn.
You playing two balls, or just cheating?
Hey,
.357 iron, huh?
What, you make your own holes?
Put that away.
You don't mind if we play along, do ya?
Well, that depends on how well you play.
Oh, gosh, bubba.
Any handicap I ever had in this game is almost gone.
Excuse me.
So, uh, let me get this straight.
Your father's body is still warm,
and you're out here working on your game.
(chuckles): Dang, man.
That's cold.
Just trying to take my mind off my father's passing.
Why are you here?
Well, we'd like to ask you
about all the other dead people in your life.
You know, cops, uh, members of your extended
family and-- oh, yeah, your lawyer.
Yeah, my new lawyer'll be givin' you a phone call
if you don't stop this harassment.
(under breath): Joe.
We're gonna hear from his lawyer.
How will I be able to sleep at night?
(chuckles)
Anybody got a ball I could use?
Here. Hit his.
So, uh, see, the thing is, Kevin,
your lawyer, Mr. Atwood--
just before he was murdered--
he turned over a tape to us.
And on it, you're bragging
about killing some cop back in '89.
So the best I can figure,
the thing for you to do is try and make a deal.
Of course, it is a onetime-only offer.
Thanks.
I decline.
(seagulls screeching)
Probably shouldn't say this, but that makes me happy.
Yup.
Bye-bye!
Now, I'm thinking
if you just take that over the bunker,
let it drift back in...
Okay.
How hard can it be, man?
White guys in plaid pants do it all the time.
(laughs)
Hey, sweetheart.
What are you doing here?
There's more I didn't say.
We need to finish that talk.
Whenever you're ready.
This is really hard for me.
Sweetheart,
you know you can tell me anything.
When I left Conner seven years ago,
I found out something
that would have forced us together
in a way that I knew wouldn't work,
considering who his family is.
I was pregnant.
I knew that if I had the baby,
the McMillan family would never let her out of its grasp.
I couldn't have my child brought up in a world like that.
So I broke up with Conner.
I refused even to speak to him.
I went back to England,
and I stayed there during the pregnancy.
(sighs)
Then I had the baby.
And I gave it up for adoption.
Conner doesn't know?
(sniffles)
(inhales and exhales loudly)
But he never gave up on you.
That's what that was all about yesterday.
Oh, baby.
That must have been so hard for you.
(knocking) Yeah?
Jose? Mrs. Nassiter, hi.
I, uh... I think I may have resolved our little crisis.
There's a man down in the bar.
He's looking for Enrico.
He says he's here for the payoff money.
You wanted to see me?
Yeah.
Um, what was your name?
Blue Eye.
Oh, I get it.
(laughs)
One blew that way, one blew that way.
(both laugh)
That's a very unusual name.
I don't think I've ever heard of it before.
Yeah. Well, Mr. Eye, I'm Joe Dominguez,
and this is my partner, Mrs. Nassiter.
We're the new owners of the bar.
So, you got the money?
DOMINGUEZ: Uh, yeah. Uh,
well, you know, we're new here,
and we're trying to acquaint ourselves
with the, uh, employees and the regulars, and we were
wondering just exactly what this $500 was all about.
I protect you.
I sleep pretty well at night.
Uh, just what are you protecting us from?
Me.
Oh.
I get it.
Well, tell you what, uh, Mr. Eyeball,
SFPD! Oh, man!
DOMINGUEZ: Uh, perhaps Mrs. Nassiter would like
to tell you a little bit about her family history, too.
Oh, what is this, now?
It's gonna be a good cop, bad cop?
No, this is good cop, no cop.
Uh, perhaps you knew my late husband,
Bernie Nassiter.
Bernie Nassiter was your husband?
No, you-you can just arrest me.
Come on. Please.
Now, isn't this ironic? Ironic.
I mean, sometimes you have to travel 25, 30 miles
to find a criminal.
Here's one right here. Right here!
Right... (laughs)
DOMINGUEZ: What? Oh.
What is this?
You can have that,
and, uh, Mrs. Nassiter, I'll pay you back the rest.
And, uh, did you-you want...
You could, uh,
have my watch.
Like that's really your watch, huh?
No, I'd like you to take a little walk with me, okay?
Blow, Blue Eye.
Cool. Really cool.
Hey, what's up? (chuckling): Oh, man.
I had this long conversation with Kelly.
Yeah?
You're not gonna believe this one, bubba. What...?
SHIMAMURA: Okay, Cortez, let's show 'em what we got.
(clears throat): Okay. I played around with this thing for a while.
Listen to this.
(quiet squealing)
KEVIN: I mean, it was... it was almost too easy.
CONNER (laughing): How-How'd you do it?
KEVIN: I took him for a drive.
This-This stupid cop--
he thought I was gonna be an informant for him.
Instead, he got his brains blown out in the back seat...
Let's go take him down right now.
What about the other McMillan?
Don't worry about him.
I still got his passport.
Joe, give me a second. A.J.?
(clears throat)
Did you get it?
It's transatlantic stuff.
A little out of our jurisdiction,
but who's counting.
I got it, but I'm not sure you want it.
Thanks, A.J. Joe!
How could you do it?
How could you kill your own father?!
(clears throat)
Irish tradition.
Patricide.
You're evil.
Yeah, but who's got all the power?
Did you look around you?
I'm head of the house.
I'm head of the family.
You better start showing me a little bit of respect,
little brother.
Go to hell, Kevin.
I'm sure they're expecting you there.
You're Irish.
You're gonna mistake sentiment for emotion.
That's not what Corick McMillan was about.
He was about money and power.
That's what he's about, and that's what I'm about.
So get out of my house.
Go on.
Go back to where it was you crawled back from.
'Cause I'll kill you, too.
(gasps)
(grunting)
(panting, gun chamber clicking)
You think I won't?
You think I won't?!
Kevin!
Put it down.
BRIDGES: Put it down.
This ends here.
Think about it, Kev.
You shoot him, we shoot you.
Any way you look at it, it's over.
See, brother?
It's not so easy, is it?
It's why it took me seven years
to come back here to bury you.
I can't go to prison.
Kevin! (gunshot) No, no!
(thudding)
(sobbing)
I love you, Nash.
(sighs)
I don't think I've ever loved anyone like I love you.
This is our last chance.
God, I love you.
But we can't.
Why not?
Baby, I did a little research.
Conner followed you to England seven years ago,
and he found the adoptive parents of your baby.
He proved that he was the father,
and got her back.
No, it's impossible.
There's somebody you need to meet.
(sighs)
BRIDGES: Conner?
Hi, Megan.
Hi.
There's someone over here I want you to meet.
Megan, this is Kelly.
Kelly, this is Megan McMillan.
(sniffles)
Hi, Megan.
Come on. I want to show you something.
Come on over here.
Really pretty. Oh.
Gosh, you're big, huh?
Why didn't you tell me?
I'd lost you.
I didn't want to lose her, too.
I wanted her to have a chance at a good family,
the kind of family I never had.
The original McMillans are finished.
The three of us can start fresh,
if you're willing to try.
(foghorn sounding)
Okay.
(sniffles and exhales)
You're gonna need this.
Aye.
And this.
See ya, Megan.
Kind of puts a different perspective
on things, doesn't it?
(inhales loudly)
(sniffles)
Thank you, Nash.
Good-bye.
No good-byes.
I hate good-byes.
You take care of her.
Take care of both of 'em.
(sighs)
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