DOMINGUEZ: I'm telling you, I know this tip's good.
One of these cars has 50 keys of heroin in it.
How come the mule didn't tell you which car it was?
'Cause I didn't get the tip from the mule.
He went back to Mexico this morning.
I got it from his girlfriend.
Cost me a hundred dollars.
Oh, beautiful.
That means I get to buy breakfast.
Bryn, anything coming your way?
A family of four from Hawaii
who appear seriously lost.
Other than that,
nothing suspicious except Cortez here.
So what's it like having J.J. at home?
Pretty good.
Inger's okay with it?
I thought she was into this whole empty nest deal.
Yeah, well, you'll never hear it from her,
but, uh, I think she missed being a mom.
BRIDGES: Harvey, keep an eye
on Sid and Nancy here.
LEEK: 86 that, Nash.
Motorcycle.
What's J.J. doing?
After he dropped out of Santa Cruz,
uh, he tried to be a ranger
with the, uh, National Forest Service for a little while.
That didn't work out, so he went, uh,
to live on some hippie commune back-to-nature dealy
where they're selling papayas and mangoes
or some crap.
Hey, check out Rico Suave here.
Harvey, coming your way.
Four o'clock.
Yeah, I got him.
(tires screeching)
What the hell?
Guys, headed your way--
late model Buick.
Heads up, heads up.
Evan, no.
Halt! Police!
(tires screeching)
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SFPD. Hey.
Come on, get out of there.
Joe, help me. (sirens wailing)
Get out of the car.
Get out of the car!
Get out of the car, you...
Put your hands on your head.
What are you doing here?
Well... you're in a world of trouble, little bubba.
(woman singing over bluesy organ riff)
BOY: I was taking a joy ride.
Taking a joy ride with a car full of heroin.
Hey, I didn't know about the smack.
Just a big coincidence, huh?
Just my luck.
Look, I'm sorry, Inspector.
I come from tragic circumstances.
(sighing): Never knew my pops.
He hightailed it before I was born.
My mom whacked out on crack.
She's locked away in rehab-- I been through
group homes, foster homes,
Ronald McDonald's House, welfare reform, reform school--
no one there to give me guidance,
except for the crew on the street.
So sometimes I have a problem telling right from wrong.
Let me ask you something.
How long did it take you to learn that little speech?
That's cold, man.
(chuckling): Uh-huh.
James Michael Roberts-- that's you?
Yeah.
Date of birth February 16,
1974-- he's 21.
22. Already had my birthday
this year.
Oh, sorry. 22.
I guess you didn't eat all your vegetables.
It's not bogus. It's the real deal.
Where did you buy this?
Joe, why don't you run that
through DMV and see what pops up?
You got it.
LEEK: Nash?
Exactly 50 kilos in the car.
Mmm! That's a tidy little haul.
What is that, a million wholesale?
About $3 million on the street?
Mm-hmm.
Prints show that our young man's name is really Leo Morris.
He's currently on probation
for one count of grand theft auto.
I got no phone number, but I got a last-known address.
Look what juvie hall faxed through.
He's a busy little bugger.
He's got about 27 violations, mostly misdemeanors.
You know, graffiti, shoplifting.
Tell you what.
Have Bryn and Evan check this address
and see if any family members pop up.
Got it.
Oh, family-- your pop, he's looking for you.
Oh, okay. Thanks.
All right.
Leo R. Morris.
Tell you what, Leo.
See, I got a full day of work ahead of me,
so what do you say we wrap up
this little trip to fantasyland?
Either you tell me who set you up, and why,
or I'm going to send you down to juvie hall,
let you cool off for a few days.
Fine.
I like the peach cobbler there.
Harv? Yeah?
Do you have the name of the P.O. for this kid?
HARVEY: Uh, Shelly Silverman.
Shelly Silverman.
Shelly Silverman, here you come.
See ya, Leo.
(phone ringing)
Hello.
Nick-- how's it going with the new nurse?
Not so good. No?
No. Truth is, she's an impossible woman.
Treats me like a ten-year-old.
Wouldn't let me go to the corner store alone.
You know, I had to wait
till she finished her damn Spanish-language soap opera.
Then she tried to hold my hand while we crossed
the street; wouldn't let me buy a cigar.
Hell, this is... this is worse than at the home.
Well, Nick, she had the best credentials
of any nurse we interviewed.
She won't listen to me. You've got to talk with her.
No, uh, no, no, Nick...
Consuela, my son would like to speak to you.
Nick, I don't want to...
Mr. Nash.
Hello, Consuela.
Uh... How's it going?
Oh! It's not easy.
He's a troublemaker. You know your father.
20 years as a nurse,
and he's telling me how I should do my job.
Did he tell you
he stole a cigar from the market?
I had to bring it back, apologize to the man.
(sighs) Can I help you with something?
Oh, no, no, I was just, uh... calling
to tell you you're doing a terrific job.
And, uh... uh... listen.
Thanks for the banana bread; it was delicious.
Mm! Thank you.
That wasn't me.
That was Aida.
Aida...?
Oh, your daughter.
They have her baking for Home Ec.
I hope you don't mind her coming here.
I don't like her to take the bus alone.
Oh, no, no, no, no. Uh... Aida's great.
Uh... She's welcome there anytime; anytime.
And... and listen, Consuela, look, you're doing a great job,
and you just keep up the good work.
Bye-bye.
My Aida.
BRIDGES: Find anything?
Yes; we got a James Michael Robertson.
Lives over on California Avenue.
Hey, Dad.
Hey, J.J! How you doing, man?
BRIDGES: Ah, J.J., nice to see you.
Hey, Nash.
What's going on?
I got a job.
You got a job? Yeah.
You're home one day, and you got a job?
Awesome! Wow!
Hey, he got a job. You're doing good.
Doing what?
Leasing real estate.
Wow! That's cool, man.
But I thought you needed a license to lease real estate.
Not so, apparently.
At least not to be a trainee.
Oh, that's great.
Joe Dominquez Jr., real estate broker.
I like it-- it's got a nice ring to it.
Congratulations. Congratulations, J.J.
I'll see you out front. Very good.
BRIDGES: We'll see ya, buddy. Yeah.
Uh... You need anything?
Oh, yeah. Lunch money.
Mom left early, so I could only
scrounge enough pesos for the bus.
I'll pay you back.
Hey, here's a 20.
Don't worry about it.
Congratulations.
I'm proud of you, son.
Way to go!
MAN: Half a million of my money, and I got
nothing to show for it.
So explain to me how a kid can steal a car
from under your noses.
What? Why you looking at me like that?
I've never seen him before.
Somehow, that punk knew there was drugs in that car.
Someone's feeding him information.
What are you
standing there for? Find him!
Shelly Silverman, parole officer.
Shelly, I'm sorry to have to drag you down here.
Leo Morris. Why am I not surprised?
You ought to change your perfume once in a while.
I take it no introductions are needed, eh?
Uh... no. I've had the pleasure.
Come on. Let's go.
Oh, well.
How much longer are you going to keep this up, Leo?
Because let me tell you something, boy,
by the time you hit puberty, you're going to find yourself
locked up in San Quentin with the big boys.
Bet. The way I see it,
it'll be good for my reputation.
Yeah. Well, my car's over here.
(tires squealing)
(Shelly moaning in pain)
MAN: Hey, somebody call a cop! Damn!
DRIVER: Come on! Let's go.
(moaning)
Go! Go! Go!
(tires squealing)
Yeah. Nash.
CORTEZ: Nash, listen, we got a problem here-- Leo's gone.
What? What happened?
Well, his parole officer came by to pick him up,
but two guys ran her down on the pier and broke both
of her legs. Witnesses say that Leo ran away
and the two guys chased after him but, luckily, he got away.
Oh, man! Evan, what the hell's going on with you
and finding these family members?
I've got his juvie files right here.
They list his next of kin as a guy named Kane Morris.
I talked to Narco, and they said that he runs
a group of nickel-and-dime dealers
at the Miles Davis Amphitheater.
All right, we're just minutes from there.
Later.
(drumming)
LEO: ...then I found the drugs!
You what?
I stole the drug car!
Man, you should've seen it.
It was the big time, man!
You gonna get over on Socrates?
You crazy. He'll kill you.
What are you buggin' about?
Everything's cool.
They can't trace me back to you.
They don't even know we're related.
They'll figure it out.
He'll kill both of us!
Man, Leo...
You really messed me up this time, cuz.
Come on, Kane.
I didn't mean to.
Serious.
I was going to split half the money with you.
I'm not afraid of Socrates.
Well, that proves just how stupid you are.
Where you going?
I'm going to go talk to him, see if I can save your ass.
Don't go nowhere till I get back.
Hey!
Come on!
Don't run! I just want to talk to you, kid!
Come on! Stop!
I'm not kidding!
Stop right there!
Hey!
Where you going, boy?
Oh, man!
Nice car!
Mind if I drive?
Uh... not today.
So who tried to run you down, Leo?
I didn't see nothing.
I was too busy making tracks.
Let's be clear on something, little bubba.
We're going to be stuck together like glue
until you tell us who's behind this drug deal.
I'm not a snitch, okay?
I know you're going to find this hard to believe,
but we're actually on your side.
You see, you've obviously pissed somebody off majorly.
Unless you want to end up with a couple of broken legs,
like Shelly Silverman-- or worse--
you better start talking.
LEO: Like I said, I don't know.
Is that J.J.?
No.
DOMINGUEZ: That is J.J. Oh, my God!
Hey, J.J.
Hey.
What are you guys doing, checking up on me?
No, we were just driving around.
DOMINGUEZ: Uh, how you doing?
Oh, I'm kinda hot,
and this sign's pretty heavy,
but I'm okay.
So, uh, this is the job, huh?
Well, it's not that bad.
A homeless guy gave me half his sandwich.
And the manager told me if I did this for six months,
they'd make me
an executive in the office.
Executive, huh?
J.J.: Or an assisting executive.
I can't really remember
the exact words he used, but it sounded really good.
Uh, executive assistant?
Yeah, that's it.
Well, uh, we gotta scoot.
Uh, have fun.
Bye, Nash. Bye, Dad.
Well, I guess I can give up on him being a neurosurgeon.
Come on, Joe.
My first job I had a paper route.
Yeah, when you were his age.
Please, let me drive this car.
No! No!
Look, you don't know my cousin.
He's just a little crazy in the head, that's all,
but he's a good kid, you know.
He just wants to be an O.G. like you, baby.
He just wants to make a name for himself in the streets.
What were you doing blabbing to him about our operations?
That's the thing, I didn't tell him nothin'.
He must've listened to my phone calls or somethin'.
He talk to the cops? No.
He knows better than that.
Okay.
You did right coming to me.
Coming clean like you did.
Now you gotta do one more thing
and then you're straight with me.
Yeah, bet, man, bet.
Whatever you want, anything.
Deliver your cousin up to me.
AIDA: Mom...
we ran out of milk.
I'm running down to the corner.
Esta bien, querida.
She's a lovely girl, your daughter.
Thank you.
She's a good girl.
I have no complaints.
My son thinks so, too.
That's nice, Mr. Nick.
Yeah, he dreams about her all the time.
It's really awfully sweet.
What?
He's been dreaming about my Aida?
It's nothing unseemly, you know.
It's romantic stuff,
you know.
Nash on a white horse,
winner of a jousting contest for your daughter's honor,
and her dressed in virginal white,
they gallop off into the sunset together.
He talks about her all the time.
He can't seem to get her out of his head.
I was wondering,
is she seeing anyone right now?
(huffs)
(grunts)
Whoa, what happened here?
Like someone set off a bomb or something?
Easy.
It's earthquake damage.
And I thought living in the projects was dangerous.
Uh... Leo...
why don't you go, uh, watch television in my room.
It's, uh, right there.
Hi, Consuela.
Is there a problem?
I'm not coming back, Mr. Nash.
Why?
Uh, I-I mean, has Nick been misbehaving,
or... Esperame arriba.
CONSUELA: Vete. Vete.
No lo mire.
Vamos.
Bye, Aida.
Eh, eh!
She's a very innocent girl,
and she dates only boys her age.
These feelings you have for her, Mr. Nash,
it's not right.
You're old enough to be her father!
What? I'm sorry.
I must go. Wha, wha, wait, what feelings?
Nick? Nick.
There's nothing to talk about, Mr. Nash.
I've made my decision.
I called my agency.
They're sending a new nurse tomorrow.
Now I must be on my way
before I say something to disrespect you. Uh, Consuela...
I di...
Uh, Nick, Ni... Something wrong, son?
Well, yeah. Consuela's leaving.
Do... uh you, have you, have you got something to say? Bye, Consuela.
Good-bye, Mr. Nick.
Cuz, it's me.
How you doing, Leo? What's the 411?
Still laying low.
You talk to the cops?
You think I'm stupid, man?
You set Socrates straight?
I'm working on it. Where you at?
I'm staying with one of these guys from social services.
At an apartment on Sacramento Street,
at the corner of Muir.
I can be there in 15.
There's too many people here.
I'll meet you at a convenience store
on the corner.
I'll meet you at 10:00 p.m.
Bet. See ya, cuz.
All right.
He's at Sacramento and Muir.
There's a convenience store on the corner.
I'm gonna meet him at 10:00.
Good work, man.
You're a stand-up guy.
(gunshot)
Where's J.J.? I thought he was going to meet us here.
Uh, well, it was his first day at work.
He probably had to stay late or something.
You know, I've been thinking, though, uh...
I'm not really comfortable with him working out on the street.
And I was thinking maybe I'd take him down to the bar
and find him something to do down there.
I don't think that's such a great idea.
You're just mad cause I mentioned the word "bar."
I'm not mad.
Yes, you are mad; I can tell when you're mad.
You get that cold Scandinavian look in your eyes,
just like that.
Gives me an Arctic chill. Just... see?
Don't do that. I hate it when you do that. What? What do I do?
You turn everything around and make it seem like I'm being unreasonable.
(speaking Swedish)
(speaking Spanish) (speaking Swedish)
I know what that last word was.
Look, I don't want to fight, okay?
We're not going to fight.
Okay, it was our money, okay, and I should have consulted you
before I bought the bar, but I'm telling you, honey,
this is a good investment.
It's a money pit.
Look, in four or five months,
it's gonna start generating cash.
We're gonna be living
the high life, honey, don't worry about it, okay?
You know I
support you 99% of the time,
but this is our savings we're talking about.
Tied up in a trendy gay bar
that will probably go out of business in four or five months.
All right, what do you want me to do?
I want you to make a responsible decision.
Sell that bar.
Whoa, who's the babe?
Her name is Cassidy, and that's my daughter.
When she gonna come by?
I'd like to meet her.
Sorry, dude.
She doesn't date 12-year-olds.
She obviously hasn't met me yet.
(chuckles)
Tell me about your family, Leo.
I take care of myself.
My cousin Kane looks after me.
I get by.
Nothing for you to worry about.
I'm not worried.
Besides, you seem to have it all figured out.
Except how you're gonna get out of this alive.
What do you say, Leo?
Want to tell me who's after you?
Don't play me for a fool, man.
You better wake up and smell the Ovaltine, bubba.
You're in big trouble.
There he is. Hi, honey.
J.J. Mom, Dad.
Hey. How was the first day at work?
Looks like it was my last day, too.
I quit.
You quit? All I wanted him to do
was buy some padding for the straps on the sign board.
It didn't sound like a great job, honey.
You gonna eat that salad?
You know, work's a hard gig.
I don't quite get it.
You got all these people parading around
in their big cars, going off to offices
with windows that don't even open.
And yelling at people all day, on the phone,
just so they can pay off their gold cards.
I mean, what is that?
(clearing throat)
Well, tell you what, J.J., um, I was thinking, maybe,
uh, you can come down to the bar and I can find
something for you to do down there.
Sure, Dad. I love bars.
Oh, good.
See-- he loves bars.
Leo?
Hey, you're not gonna buy something,
you can't come in here.
I'm buying, I'm buying! Don't worry about it.
Where the fruit drinks at?
Over there.
SOCRATES: Don't try to kill him.
Bring him to me.
I want to find out what he knows and who he's spoken to.
(quietly): Bet.
Hey, you can't stay here all night.
Chill, man, I'm just trying to make a decision.
Give me a bag of CornNuts please.
Jalapeno flavor.
CLERK: Hey, I don't want any trouble here.
RAYMOND: Trouble? Where do you see trouble?
I don't see any trouble.
HECTOR: Hey there, Leo.
We're here to pick you up for your cuz.
Yeah, right. Come on.
RAYMOND: Hey, Leo, good to see you.
Where you been?
LEO: What do you mean, where've I been?
Get your hands off me.
(horn honking) I said, get your hands off me.
(gun cocking) Police, freeze!
Move it!
No!
Get down!
Down! Down!
(tires squealing)
You all right? You okay?
You okay?
Are you okay?
All right, good boy. Good boy.
How about you? You all right?
Call 911, right now. Move.
You look like hell warmed over, son.
Yeah, you ought to see it from this side.
Good morning, Leo.
Well, well, the little emperor is finally with us.
That was awesome last night, man.
You kicked some major butt.
It was like, blam, blam! The Wild West.
Trust me, son, damn sure ain't nothing to be proud of.
What the hell were you doing there?
And how did those guys know how to find you?
I don't know.
I just went to get me a fruit drink.
Leo, I'm about to lose patience with you.
This is no game.
Now if you know where those guys came from,
you better tell me now.
I told you, I don't know.
Don't be so hard on him, son.
(quietly): What a sucker I am.
(sighs)
Aw, hell, he's the only link we have to this case.
MAN: Hello!
Hi!
I'm your new nurse.
Hey, you must be Mr. Bridges.
Uh, yeah.
I'm Lyle. Hi, Lyle.
This is my father, Nick.
Good handshake.
Whoa, you got a death wish, Nick?
Sorry?
That breakfast.
That's a heart attack on a plate.
I've been eating eggs every day for the past 64 years,
and it hasn't killed me yet.
I could fix you up a kick-ass protein shake.
Uh, Lyle, come here.
(chuckles)
Look, you got to understand something about my dad.
He's kind of set in his ways, so if it's all the same to you,
why don't we just let him eat anything he wants.
Wow.
Dad, I...
I can't believe you own this place.
Yeah, well, you know, it's just an investment.
Your mom's not too thrilled about it, though.
Hey, Pepe, how you doing?
Uh, Pepe, I'd like you to meet my son, J.J.
J.J., Pepe; Pepe, J.J.
Hi. Nice to meet you, Pepe.
It's always nice to meet the boss's son.
Dad, this is totally plush.
You're like the big kahuna
around here-- plus,
free brewski all day long.
How can you beat that?
Yeah, well, uh... (clears throat)
uh, listen, Pepe, um,
J.J.'s gonna be working with you from now on.
Oh.
Splendid.
Welcome aboard.
You here on, uh, break, J.J.?
No, I bagged school.
I'm kind of resigned to being a working stiff now.
DOMINGUEZ: Listen, Pepe.
I thought maybe, uh, you could show him the ropes,
you know, what we do around here, whatever.
Of course. Oh, good.
Great... uh... (clears throat)
listen, I got to get back to work, so, uh,
you guys have a good time, okay?
I'll check in with you later.
Bye-bye, now. Bye-bye.
J.J.: Hey.
You guys got a foosball game here?
No. Not to my knowledge.
How'd it go down?
Gunshot to the chest, close range.
Have any witnesses?
We're canvassing the area right now.
All right... stay on it.
Oh!
Leo, what're you doing here?
Come on.
Come on, I told you to stay in the car.
Leo...
I'm sorry you had to see your cousin like that...
but I'm gonna tell you something, son,
if you don't get with the program,
that's damn sure how you're gonna end up.
Kane was stupid. He thought he can play by the rules.
And the truth is, if you want to get somewhere,
you gotta make your own rules.
You cared about him, didn't you?
Yeah.
Is Kane the one that told you about the drugs
in the trunk of the car?
I didn't mean for him to die.
I didn't know they'd kill him.
I swear I didn't.
He took care of me.
Who killed him, son?
Come on. Stay with me here now.
His name's Socrates Perez.
BRYN: Socrates Perez
was a Mari Via gang member
out of the Belvedere section of East L.A.
He came north to run a new distribution operation
for a class-A supplier named Santiago Bentancourt
who operates out of Hermosillo, Mexico.
We know a Santiago Bentancourt.
We do, from our Narco days.
You know what I'm remembering?
The Keith Floyd case.
You up for that?
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, good thinking.
Fill in your three caballeros.
Who's Keith Floyd?
Uh, well, Bentancourt is somewhat of a, uh, recluse.
In fact, he's kind of considered the Howard Hughes
of drug dealers;
he will only work through intermediaries.
I'm gonna bet that Socrates has never met him.
But he's about to.
LYLE: I see you're curious about my process here.
I've got oat bran,
wheat grass, blue-green algae.
And it's all
great for the colon. You want a taste?
No, thanks.
I don't think it'll go down
too well with my cheeseburger.
Yeah, that, uh, that does look good.
But, uh, I don't eat red meat anymore.
Miss it?
Oh, are you kidding? I'd kill for a burger.
Hey! Maybe we can do some calisthenics later on?
No problem.
(phone rings)
Yeah.
It's for you.
Hello.
Susan, hey!
Oh, I'm just hangin' here with my new best friend Nick.
(grunts)
So, we still on for tonight?
Not a problem.
Hey, we got 365 date nights in a year.
We just pick another night, right?
Oh.
Well, Brian's a great guy.
I'm glad the two of you are getting back together.
Hey-hey-hey, that's great!
Super!
Yeah. Yeah, you keep in touch, too.
I can't drink this crap.
Excuse me.
I don't know that your father would appreciate
you sleeping here.
Sorry, man.
I was up late last night.
Twilight Zone marathon.
Great. Here, I've made you a list of things to do,
ranked by degree of importance.
Now, I'd begin with item one:
restocking the beer cooler.
Then I want you to make sure
that there's ample toilet paper in the bathroom
and fresh cocktail napkins for the bar.
When you're finished...
Wait, wait, wait a second, what's this number eight, smoke alarms?
Item eight, smoke alarms, yes.
I need you to check the batteries.
And, uh, J.J.
please tell me if you run out of things to do.
I'll try to think of something else, yes?
Need a lift?
Hello, Socrates. I'm Santiago Bentancourt.
I fear for both of you punks when this is over.
Save that attitude.
It might come in handy later.
Please, have a seat.
I heard you don't travel.
Well, I do
when I'm owed a million-and-a-half dollars.
Now shut up!
I delivered the drugs as agreed.
Where's my money?
The cops busted the car before I took delivery.
The way I see it, that's not my problem.
Oh, really?
Well, let me tell you something, my friend.
Without me, you'd be living in a tenement apartment in L.A.
selling crack on the street and pimping your own girlfriend.
Now, the only reason I'm allowing you
to keep breathing at this time...
(whispers): is because I want my money.
Am I wasting my breath...
or do you want to hear my solution?
I'm listening.
Okay. We do another 50-kilo deal
only without the distribution fee.
I play the stuff out on the street and I make nothing?
I'd remit it all to you?
You square up your debt with me,
and best of all, you stay alive.
I need 15% for my guys.
Okay. I'm a reasonable man.
Johnny, what's with the beauty contest?
They're doing a sweep of the Embarcadero.
The captain said they could use our lockup
for the overflow.
Oh, he did, did he?
It'd be nice if he'd call me and tell me.
All right, thanks for watching Leo.
No problem.
How you doin', Leo?
I ordered jumbo fried shrimp for dinner,
and I get a kid's meal with chicken nuggets.
I thought I was a valuable witness.
You are, Leo. In fact, I pulled some strings.
I got you in the best foster care home in the city.
I don't want to go to no foster home.
Nobody gives a crap about you.
Dude, I know these people.
They're good people.
I'd rather go to juvie.
At least there I get some respect.
(sighs)
Leo, you are a 12-year-old felon.
We have very few options here.
Now if you got another suggestion, I'll listen.
I can go live with my aunt.
Your aunt? Where does she live?
Seattle.
She just upped and moved her family there a few years ago.
I went and visited, hung out with my cousins.
You know, just playin' ball, ridin' bikes,
raggin' on each other-- like a family with them.
It's real, but no one's shooting you or trying to get over.
That sounds nice, Leo.
There are some problems, you know.
Like the issue of whether the Youth Authority would,
uh, let you leave the state.
Whatever.
I'll tell you what I'll do,
I'll make some calls.
For right now, you're gonna
have to go to this foster home.
That's it?
That's it for now.
Leo, I'll give you my word.
I'll call your aunt, I promise.
Now eat your dinner.
Somebody from the Parole Office is gonna be by
in about 15 minutes to pick you up.
DOMINGUEZ: Hey... who is the man?
You're like El Shafto from Hermosillo.
It worked?
Like a charm.
It's all set for 9:00.
Beautiful. We requisitioned the stuff from the first bust.
We're getting it set up.
Perfect.
MAN: Nobody move!
I'll kill him, I swear I will!
You think you're gonna get outta here alive?
I got nothing to lose here!
This office is packed with trained police officers,
and your sorry face is now burned
into our collective memories.
You so much as muss his hair, we will hunt you down.
Put the gun down. Now.
Do it.
I guarantee you I've got a steadier hand than you do.
Now, put... the gun down.
That's it.
Get him down! Get him down!
(cops shouting)
Settle down. Settle down.
Thanks, Bryn.
I'm sorry, Nash, I thought he had on the plastic cuffs.
My desk, the end of the day.
Good work, sister.
Where's Leo?
Anybody see Leo?
MAN: Yeah, a minute ago.
Leo?
WOMAN: Leo?
Hey, man!
We got... we got six patrol units out there
looking for Leo Morris, no sign yet.
What do we do, we going forward with this thing or what?
Oh, man... I don't see as how we have any choice.
We're never gonna get another shot at Socrates like this one.
What if the kid blows our cover?
We got enough firepower to handle anything.
This deal goes down in one hour.
Bubba, you're on the point-- what do you want to do?
I say we go for it-- I mean, this is our best shot.
Clock's tickin'. Set it up.
NASH: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you two doing here?
Is everything okay? You all right?
Can I speak to you privately for a moment?
Lyle, this is not a good time.
I can't stay on.
What?
What'd you do, Nick?
Nothing, son. No, it's-it's the food.
Your father's a wonderful man.
It's just...
I've gone off the wagon with my food addiction.
I've been up half the night bingeing on junk food.
This isn't a healthy environment for me to work in.
I'm sorry, I'm... feeling a little bloated right now.
Why is this so complicated?
It's hell to find good health care, son.
There was even an article about it
in the morning paper.
Lyle, can you stay with us until tomorrow?
Just until I can find somebody else.
Well, then he has to promise not to come in the kitchen.
And that's no desserts on the way home.
No snacks. Nothing.
Well?
That's fine with me.
I got no problem with that.
I didn't force him to eat-- don't blame me.
All right, you two go home-- we'll work this out tomorrow.
You're not off the hook about this one, buster.
We're gonna talk about it.
(coughing)
(alarm beeping)
It works!
Whoa!
(beeping)
Pepe!
Would you come here a minute?
What is it?
Fire! Everybody out!
Fire!
Well, right on time.
Where's the stuff?
It's in the trunk.
Now, I believe you owe me $3 million, okay?
And less your 15%.
I want to see the drugs first.
We're looking good.
Too bad you're not gonna get to keep any of that cash.
Don't be so sure.
Freeze! Freeze!
Hold it right there!
Hey there, Socrates. SFPD.
Everybody hold your horses.
(snaps fingers)
Nice try, fellas,
but Leo told me about your little setup.
SOCRATES: Caught him trying to get out of town.
Here's the new plan.
We're gonna take the drugs and the money and Leo,
and we're gonna take a little trip.
When I feel that there's no threat to me...
I let Leo go.
I'm not going! They'll kill me!
Relax, Leo.
Yeah, relax, Leo.
SOCRATES: You're a big man.
I want to talk to him.
I don't see the point in that. You want a war, Socrates?
My guys against yours? No problem.
We can throw down right now and start shooting.
That's exactly what you're gonna get unless I get to talk to him.
And if I do?
Then you get to drive out of here,
and we'll make the deal the way you want it.
You got two minutes.
You're crazy!
He'll kill us!
Listen to me, I can get us out of this,
if you trust me.
Can you do that?
Yeah.
Give me a hug.
What?! I ain't giving you no hug.
Give me a hug.
When they opened the car door, I heard the ignition bell.
That means the keys are still in the car.
I want you to go back over there and get in it
and do what you always wanted to do.
You get my drift?
Yeah.
Now, look sad.
I'll see ya, Leo.
(car door opens, closes)
Everybody put down your guns.
No, no, no, no, that wasn't part of the deal.
(tires squealing)
Hey!
(thugs grunting)
(tires squealing)
(grunts)
(turns engine off)
You all right?
Did I do okay?
(laughs): You did great.
Hey, Dad.
Mm. Where are you going?
Some friends of mine are driving up to Oregon.
Green Day's supposed to be playing
in a bar up there, so I thought I'd tag along.
Oh.
Sorry about burning down the bar, Dad.
I mean, I'll find a way to pay you back,
even if it takes me my whole lifetime.
Now, look, look,
just stop apologizing, okay?
Stop, all right?
But I let you down.
I mean, this is worse than the time I totaled your Trans Am.
(laughs): Oh, no, it wasn't.
That was way worse when you totaled the Trans Am.
You want to know why it was worse?
(clears throat)
(quietly): I just got off the phone with the insurance company.
They're gonna give me the entire replacement cost of the bar,
I get my whole investment back, plus 20%.
You did me a favor, little man.
No way.
Yes way.
That's excellent!
Yes, I know. Excellent.
Wh-Why are you talking so quietly?
(clears throat): Um...
I, uh, didn't exactly tell your mother the whole story.
What'd you tell her?
Well, I told her that...
that you helped me find a buyer for the bar.
Whoa, that's cool.
(chuckles): Well, I thought so, under the circumstances.
What the heck, then, I guess I'll stay!
BRIDGES: Here's your ticket.
You talked to my aunt?
Course I talked to her-- she's very excited.
I don't buy it.
Stop being so pessimistic.
You'll see when you get there.
Well...
they're boarding.
Yeah, all right.
So, um...
I guess I'd be kind of crazy, huh, to ask you for a hug?
You'd be bugging overtime to make such a request.
Later, Nash.
Peace, brother.
You take care of yourself.
You, too, man.
Hey, Nash.
You forgot something.
Your wallet.
You should really be more careful.
Wow! That's really clever, man.
Yeah. Hey, Leo.
You forgot something, too.
(chuckles)
You should really be more careful, man.
I'm gonna miss you, Nash.
I'm gonna miss you, too.
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