MAN: Red snapper! Red snapper!
(indistinct crowd chatter)
You're late, Nash.
No, you're early.
We don't like meetin' in public places.
I buy fish here every Friday.
It would be suspicious if I changed my routine, huh?
Now that we've exchanged pleasantries,
why don't we get down to business?
Can I help you?
Yeah, where's Joey?
Sick today.
Okay, I'll, I'll take a whole salmon.
How about that one right there?
So what's taking so long?
When do I come in?
We got a little delay.
The Witness Protection Program isn't what it used to be.
I mean, they're a lot more careful
about screening applicants now.
This is just what I suspected!
Calm down, bubba.
They don't want to make the same mistakes they've made in the past.
Which is good for you, once you get in.
Look, man, I don't think you guys fully appreciate
my predicament here.
Vashkov launders money for the mob, he knows the process.
I've been juggling accounts,
but at some point he's going to figure out
I embezzled $15 million from him.
So I'm not gonna testify against Vashkov
without a guarantee that I get into the program, huh?
They're promising a week.
A week?!
There you are! Hi!
All right, look,
I took out a little insurance
to make sure you guys do your job.
Insurance?
That's right.
I took out a hit on both of you.
You did what?
Here you go, sir. Nine dollars.
Thank you.
Anything happens to me, it triggers a switch.
Money exchanges hands, calls get made, you guys are taken out,
period, end of story!
Tell me you're not that stupid, Cecil.
Whatever problems you got with the program, work 'em out!
Get me in!
We'll all sleep a little easier, huh?
I sure hope he's bluffin'.
(phone rings)
Yeah, what if he isn't?
Nash.
LISA: It's me. Yeah, hi, Lis.
I got the job!
She got the job.
I'll alert the media.
Hey, I heard that.
She heard that.
Nash, do you realize how big this is?
This is my first corporate client.
Um, I take it you haven't heard from your daughter.
Why, what's happening with Cassidy?
We had a fight. We're not speaking.
Apparently, now that I have a career, I'm neglecting her.
Hold on, hold on.
Nash? Why is he in such a hurry?
Nash?
Lisa, I'll call you back. Come on, Joe.
We got to catch him.
(horn beeps) Hey!
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Cecil!
Cecil! Cecil!
(people screaming)
WOMAN: Get back!
*
(woman singing over bluesy organ riff)
LEEK: The explosive was plastique.
the package, a hand-carved wooden pipe,
and the guts, shredded tin and two-inch nails.
BRIDGES: All wrapped up in a plain old-fashioned radio fuse.
Yeah, vintage low tech...
and very deadly.
Do we know anyone who could build something like this?
Evan?
Chug Barton's rap sheet.
Who?
He's a bomb maker that Joe and I ran across
about five years ago on an arson deal.
CARSON: Think he's our hitter?
BRIDGES: I don't know. I think he's gone legit.
But this has got his name written all over it.
Do you think whoever killed Cecil
maybe bought the bomb from Chug?
Or apprenticed with him.
Hey, Nash, we'll come back to Chug,
but what is this about Cecil ordering hits
on you and Joe, you know,
if he gets popped?
Ah, forget about that.
Until somebody actually shoots at us,
I'm not gonna give Cecil's threats much play.
It's no Picasso, but this is what the guy looks like.
CARSON: Wow. What's up with his head?
Like it was squeezed in a vice?
CORTEZ: The Mayans used to do something like this, you know?
People say that's why they're,
they're mathematical geniuses, you know?
Here's the way I got this figured.
Yuri Vashkov hired this guy to hit Cecil.
Since we got nothing on Vashkov without Cecil's testimony,
our only shot at him is to tie him to Cecil's murder.
Gotta find this guy.
Nash...
shouldn't we be looking for the guy Cecil hired to kill you?
I'm with you.
Joe?
Hey, man, you saw how paranoid the guy was.
Hiring a hit man is exactly what he would've done.
I'm not sayin' I'm gonna ignore it.
I just don't want the tail wagging the dog.
I'll worry about it for both of us then, okay?
Good. See you guys tomorrow.
I'm goin' by Lisa's.
Hey, what kind of name is Chug?
Czechoslovakian?
Probably Chuck, with a "G."
This is olive catchten on pewter.
And wait. I also love this one.
This is Garamond on Santa Fe peach.
What do you think?
It doesn't seem too girly, does...? What?
You're really doing this thing, aren't you?
Doing what?
I mean, this is, like, not a hobby anymore.
Nash, there's a huge opportunity
for a dessert business in this town.
I figure it might as well be mine.
Well, it's just kind of a big commitment.
Are you sure you have enough time for it?
Yes. And I'm even thinking of selling the house
and getting a place I can work out of.
I saw this really wonderful apartment
the other day with this big kind of commercial kitchen.
You're kiddin' me!
You'd live in an apartment again?
Well, I don't know.
We didn't do so bad in our first apartment.
(chuckles)
Hmm.
Mm, what was the name of that guy that lived upstairs?
Oh. You know, the one
that got pissed off every time
we turned the stereo on and turned it up so loud?
That would be George Mell.
George Mell, yes. God bless him.
Oh, he was 70 years old, Nash.
Blue Oyster Cult was not exactly his cup of tea.
(both laugh)
I remember our bedroom.
You could see the college from the window.
I used to lie in bed and gaze out
and imagine you walking across campus to class.
You had the cutest ass.
I did, huh?
Mm, you did.
You know, I remember having a thing for yours, too.
A thing?
Mm-hmm.
Somebody sent me flowers. I wonder who?
Hey, brat.
Thank you, Daddy. You're welcome.
They're beautiful.
You're welcome.
Mom. Ooh, did you, uh, get the card?
What card?
Um, that one, right there.
Whoo, wow, magic.
It's from the both of us. What?
Oh, my gosh, a room at the Pan Pacific?
Well, it's not every day you get nominated
for a Student Academy Award.
Nash, you got her a room at the Pan Pacific?
She has to have some place to party after she wins.
Thanks, Daddy.
You're the best.
Thanks, Mom.
Oh, does this mean we're talking again?
Dad?
No, no. No, no.
I'm not gettin' in the middle. No, siree.
Daddy,
would you look at me?
I have gained three pounds in the past two weeks.
This is not a house anymore,
it's the Bridge's Dessert Company.
It could not come at a worse time.
I have to meet Donna Pescow tomorrow.
Who?
Donna Pescow,
Saturday Night Fever?
She's flying in from L.A.
to give us the award.
And suddenly I'm like this moon-faced person.
Oh, please, give it a rest, Cassidy.
Daddy said I inherited your sweet tooth.
It's like a curse.
Well, thank you so much.
I didn't say that.
I never said that.
I would remember if I said that.
Oh, yes, you did.
Daddy, can you put these in water? I have to go.
That would be good, yes.
Oh, uh, let me ask you somethin'.
Is that girl, um...
uh, Sharon...
Skomer.
Yeah, Skomer. Is she nominated again?
Third year in a row.
She's up for Taming Of The Shrew.
Like I can compete with Shakespeare.
You're not competing with Shakespeare.
Right.
What time will you be home?
Don't wait up.
(door closes)
What does that mean?
What?
"Don't wait up."
What's does that, what does that mean?
I don't know what that... it means.
It just means what she said.
I don't like it.
I'll see if I can catch her.
I suppose Cassidy's gonna get married someday, right?
Yeah, I suppose. Why?
And she's gonna want her husband to treat her
at least as good as her daddy did, huh?
Is there somethin' wrong, here?
No, nope. You know, it's just, flowers,
a room at the Pan Pacific,
her own phone, private schools.
You know what you're doing?
You're perpetuating a problem
that's plagued guys since the beginning of time.
There's some poor kid in high school
who has no idea what misery awaits him
the day he meets your daughter. (chuckles)
Well, then, I hope the bastard's having a good day today.
Hey, listen, if you wanted to put a hit on somebody,
how would you do it?
Would you go local
or bring in an out-of-towner?
He didn't put a hit out on us.
Humor me, okay?
And say money was no object.
I'd get the best.
He had $15 million.
Don't go Cujo on me now, bubba.
(knocking)
Chug? Nash Bridges. Open up.
Up against the wall.
Get up against the wall right now, move!
Let's go!
Man, I didn't do nothing'!
I didn't do nothin'!
What you got there, boy?
Gee.
Oh, what do we got here?
Oh, that's for, uh, medicinal purposes, man.
(laughing)
Well, you must be really sick,
a whole half a lid.
Well, buddy, this is your lucky day.
Hey! Hey-hey-hey, Chug!
Chug!
Ah-ha-ha!
Hello, Chug.
I don't know nothin'!
Hey, a talking ass.
I don't know nothin'.
Oh, I don't know about that.
You should know you can't get your butt through that window.
I'm not talkin'!
All right, Joe, get the police tape.
Uh, yeah, right, the police tape. Good.
What?
Well, Chug, you're interfering with police business.
That makes this a crime scene.
We're going to have to seal this baby up.
Whoa, whoa, don't go! Wait! Okay, okay!
I only showed the dude how to make it.
I didn't build it.
Build what?
The bomb.
We need a name, Chug.
I didn't ask.
Okay, what'd he look like?
White dude, black dude, homeboy, what?
White dude, strange head.
Did he, uh, did he look like this?
Yeah.
What else can you tell us?
He paid in cash.
And...?!
Okay, he had a motorcycle.
Vanity plates.
"Speed" something.
Speed something?
"Demon, freak." I don't know.
Something like that.
Now get me out!
What do you want-- push or pull?
I don't know, he's wedged in there pretty good, bubba.
You want to push against that?
Definitely pull.
(clears throat)
On three.
One, two, three!
(grunts)
BRIDGES: Whew, baby.
You okay, Chug?
I can't feel anything on my right side.
Play with the left.
Here, call me if you remember anything.
BRIDGES: Uh-huh. Well, right now,
we're over at Vashkov's place
I told them, but... to see if we can rattle his cage.
There should be a law.
Oh, um, there is. We're it.
Oh, here's Mr. Yuri Vashkov now.
I'm going to have to get back to you.
Hi, Yuri.
Long time no see.
I have meetings all morning,
so if you two gentleman don't mind.
Oh, I don't mind. Do you mind, Joe?
No, I don't mind.
You see, killing Cecil
isn't going to make any of this go away.
I'm still going to get you.
I've been out of town all week.
Has something happened to Cecil?
Oh, he's good.
BRIDGES (chuckles): Isn't he, though?
Now what do you think your mob clients are going to do
when they find out that Cecil
has been stealing their money right out from under your nose?
DOMINGUEZ: Look, we don't want to rub salt in your wounds.
We just, uh, want to give you something to think about,
you know, in case you decide to throw in with us.
BRIDGES: See, you could give us
a couple of your big mob guys,
and make your life a whole lot easier.
Of course,
we're just as happy to take you.
Is that all?
Hmm... yeah, for now.
Yeah, that's right, Harv.
A license plate with "spud," or "spin," or "speed" in it.
(car horns honking) Yeah, yeah, thanks.
What's this?
Clinton's old lady in town or something?
What the hell?
DOMINGUEZ: Uh, you want to handle this one?
BRIDGES: I don't know.
A man on a cable car with a set of wings
and holding a hand grenade.
This is your thing, isn't it?
Why don't we back up a couple miles
and wait for the bomb squad to get here, okay?
(sighs)
With this traffic, they'll never get through.
We're going to have to deal with this.
Spontaneous emergencies-- that's your department.
BRIDGES: Excuse me, folks, excuse me.
Police officers. Excuse me.
Uh, ma'am, may I?
With any luck, I'll bring this right back to you.
God willing.
Hi.
Stay back.
It's okay.
We're going to be all right.
I'm a police officer. Stay back.
(crowd gasping)
Now look what you made me do.
Uh, we're going to be all right.
Don't come any closer.
Well, I'm not going to come any closer than this.
I'll-I'll just be right here, okay?
Just right here.
Now...
what I want you to do is hold on to that handle real tight.
Don't let loose of that handle.
'Cause if you turn loose...
well, there'll be no turning back.
Do you expect me to hold onto it forever?
Maybe I'll just let it
go now and get it all over with.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, don't do that.
Now just hold onto it.
Joe... Yeah?
Hand me that pin
that's by your foot.
Now just hold on.
Hold on.
Want me to do anything?
Yeah, pray.
You mind if I do it from back there?
Okay, here we go.
What do you think you're going to do with that?
I'm going to use this to keep you from killing yourself.
No chance.
Well, uh, what would it take?
A miracle.
All right, I'll tell you what I'm going to do.
I'm going to take this pin
and I'm going to put it right here in this egg.
Make it disappear.
What're you, some kind of David Copperfield wannabe?
All right, uh, now just keep an eye on this.
Watch. Ready?
Whoo-hoo-hoo, how about that?
How'd you do that?
It's magic. Here, check it out.
No fair.
(chuckles)
Yeah, your right.
It wasn't fair. I cheated.
Joe. (crowd yelling)
Let's go.
May I take my plant?
Yes, you may.
Can I have my egg?
Thank you. You're welcome.
All right, let's go.
Please watch the plumage.
Certainly.
Woo-hoo.
Maybe we should put him up front,
use him as a hood ornament, huh?
Excuse me, what is that?
What? That thing shining in my eyes.
Get down! (gunfire)
(people screaming)
Maybe they're shooting at somebody else, huh?
Well, dove season opened today.
I don't believe it. What're you doing? Get down!
Do you realize what just happened?
Yeah. Somebody's trying to kill us.
I found you, just like I was supposed to.
What? What the hell are you talking about?
I'm your guardian angel.
Oh, great, well, we could use one.
I said I was his guardian angel.
You, you're on your own.
This is good.
DOMINGUEZ: Did you get a look at the guy?
BRIDGES: Nope.
Maybe it was a phantom.
A phantom doesn't leave shell casings or chew gum.
I'm gonna get an evidence bag.
DOMINGUEZ: So, we look for a guy with a high-powered rifle
who chews gum and we got our man,
is that what you're thinking?
Freeze, bubba, right there!
Who, me?
You.
Take it out... real slow.
You don't want cherry, I got root beer.
No, I'll take cherry.
Yeah, I'll take root beer.
Unless you've got a Fudgsicle.
ANGEL: What about me?
Don't I get one?
What flavor do you want?
Passion fruit.
Passion fruit for the angel.
Thank you.
Is this any way to treat your guardian angel?
You're not my guardian angel.
You're a middle-aged man with a hyperactive imagination
and a bad set of wings.
Fine. I don't blame you for not believing me.
Who would?
I mean, if you didn't have your disbelief,
you wouldn't need faith, would you?
Wait.
What?
The drape's all wrong.
What are you, guardian angel slash fashion consultant?
There.
That's better.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
Book him.
Okay, here we go.
Name?
Angel.
Real name.
All right, before we get all caught up
in these assassination theories,
let's not forget we got a case to solve.
What'd you find on the plates?
Uh, a number of possibles.
"Speedo, Spdom, SpdyG, Spdfrk, SpdUp,"
and about six others.
Bryn?
I did a check on Cecil Riskin's phones.
Check these calls out.
Frank LaPlante.
Why do I know that name?
Interpol. Ten most wanted.
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah.
This guy works with a knife, up close and personal.
But he's from South America, isn't he?
Who else you got?
Jamie Barbaresso, out of Detroit.
Mafia guy? Gal.
Actually, an assassination expert.
She killed Harry Bowen in Vegas.
She killed Harry Bowen?
Yes. No.
Who's the third guy?
Somebody named Mike Hart.
He's either very new or very, very good,
because no one's ever heard of him.
All right. Stay on it.
As soon as we get a line on Cecil's killer, we'll move.
Harv, you and Evan work those plates, all right?
Listen, Nash, you sure about that?
Maybe we should be working with Bryn,
trying to find the guys that...
No, bubba, bubba, the only shot we have at Vashkov
is finding Cecil's killer.
And I don't want to lose him because we're running around
trying to cover our butts.
Okay, I hear you.
Uh-oh.
I'm gone. Me, too.
See you. Bye-bye.
DOMINGUEZ: Hey, hi, honey. What're you doing here?
What's up? Are you okay?
I need to talk to you.
Uh, what'd I do?
I'm pregnant.
Huh?
We're going to have a baby.
A baby? Yes.
A baby!
Well, is that what you wanted to talk to me about?
Oh. Well, I thought we're, I was, in heavy...
ba-bay...
(loud thud) Joe?
(sighs)
Bad time, bubba?
Oh, no.
Hell no.
It's, uh, just that, uh, see Inger came...
Nash, man, Inger is pregnant.
What?
Whoa, man.
Congratulations.
That's incredible.
Isn't it though?
Hey, wait a minute.
I thought you told me that you and Inger
were down to, like, every other Sunday morning now.
Of course that'll be out of the question
once the new baby gets here.
And that, uh, garter belt and stocking thing
that you wanted her to wear?
(clearing throat) You can forget that.
Six or seven times a year
is going to look like a bonanza to you, bubba.
Well, Inger's standing right in back of you.
Why don't you just congratulate her right now.
Congratulations, Inger.
Who else knows all the details of our sex life, hmm?
Hey, I spend more time with you than I do with her.
She's got to figure we talk, right?
Well, yeah, but not about that.
Did you tell her that someone's trying to kill us?
No, man.
She just told me we're having a baby.
What am I gonna tell her,
I might not be around to see it?
I'm going to go pick up Nick and take him to Lisa's.
Don't let Inger go home.
It won't be safe.
*
(gun cocking) Don't move.
Put the gun down and turn around.
(gun cocking) You first.
Get up against that wall!
I see you met the new nurse.
What?
Whitney Thomas, RN.
What... what happened with the, uh... uh...
um... uh...
Gail? Was... was that it?
She got married, left for Madagascar this morning.
I'm her sister. Just filling in.
Temporary kind of thing.
Doesn't explain this.
That was in your underwear drawer.
What the hell were you doing in my underwear drawer?
I was looking for something for him to wear.
I spilled
coffee on my favorite shirt.
Uh... are you
in the habit of coming home with your gun out?
Only when someone is trying to kill me.
How often is that?
Often enough.
Nick,
change your shirt.
I'm going to take you over to Lisa's.
It's not safe here.
I'm sorry, Nash.
I just don't have time to babysit your dad today.
Hey, get out of that!
Lisa, he's got his nurse with him.
You'll never know they're here.
Here. Try this. What do you think?
Two bites and I'm drunk.
Oh. Hercules, cut down on the cognac in the sugarplums!
You got it, girlfriend.
Less cognac in the sugar balls!
Hercules?
Not his real name.
No kidding.
So, um... Lisa, what do you think?
What about it?
I think I know where this is going.
Next, you'll be bringing his luggage over.
No, no, no, no! Now, look. I promise it.
When it's safe... When it's safe, I'll pick him up.
I promise. Okay, okay, okay.
Thank you.
Hi. I'm Lisa. And you are...?
Whitney. Nick's nurse.
Hey, Nick. Lisa, you look stunning.
You're not going to believe this.
Sharon Skomer found out
about the room you got me at the Pan Pacific,
and she booked a suite for her party.
That's kind of cutthroat, isn't it?
Yeah. And then she goes out and gets this dress--
strapless, low-cut, skintight, cost a fortune.
Nobody's going to look at me twice
in my last year's prom dress.
Oh, honey... Hey, hey, hey. Wait, wait, wait.
Let's not blow a gasket.
We'll just get you another dress.
That's not the point. Oh, Daddy...
What? Nash. Mom!
Well, why don't you just get the Presidential Suite
while we're at it?
That's a damn good idea.
Let's do that. I think you're
overreacting. I'm overreacting?
Yeah.
I don't believe you!
Why don't you just stop!
What happened?
I think the problem is you're a little too over-invested
in this whole thing.
She's been nominated for a Student Academy Award.
How often does that happen?
Nash, you're putting a lot of pressure on her to win.
Uh-uh. Uh-huh.
No. Look. I just... If she does win,
I want her to have a good time.
Well, what if she loses?
Never happen. Cassidy!
Bryn, check this out.
I have e-mail from Phantom 546.
Hmm. "I have information on Cecil Riskin's murder.
Meet me at Jimmy Bean's for coffee at 4:00."
What do you think?
Let me have a cup of coffee.
Here you go.
Thank you.
Nash Bridges.
You must be Frank LaPlante.
I'm impressed.
I'm not.
You missed me earlier.
It wasn't even that hard a shot.
You must have me confused with someone else.
I never miss.
Really?
Let me run it down for you.
I've been employed to terminate you.
By someone who, himself, seems to have been terminated.
Double my price and I forget about my previous contract.
And, um... (clears throat)
how much was Cecil paying you to kill me?
$25,000, plus expenses.
So let me get this straight.
You want me to pay you $50,000 to not kill me. Is that right?
(chuckling)
That's rich.
(laughs)
Laugh now, Inspector, while you still can.
I'll take my chances.
Why wait?
(gunshots, people screaming)
I guess you make a lot of enemies being a hitman.
I don't think that bullet was meant for him, bubba.
You mean there's more than one guy after us?
Yeah. Sorry.
Oh, man. My head's starting to hurt.
Well, look on the bright side.
At least you still got one.
So who was it? Barbaresso or Hart?
I don't know, but she sure likes to chew a lot of gum.
She? What makes you say she?
Oh. Man, you gotta want
somebody dead awful bad
in order to hire more than one hitman to kill him.
I mean, who the hell's worth that?
I guess we are, bubba.
CARSON: Detroit PD confirms Barbaresso's out of town.
We're checking the airlines, rental car companies,
cab companies, hotels, etcetera.
So far, nothing.
Good. Stay on it.
We also got the file on Mike Hart from the FBI.
Mike Hart, Mike Harper, M.J. Harp, etcetera, etcetera.
Well, well, well!
If it isn't our old buddy, the Fish Man!
Last known address 2512 De Haro Street, Potrero Hill.
I sent a squad car over there. He's gone.
Uh-huh. Wait a minute.
As of 2/92, his mother lived in the Marina on Chestnut.
Think she knows where he is?
Worth a shot.
Don't say "shot."
Assuming that we live through all of this,
are you at least happy?
I don't know, Nash.
Man, I mean, J.J.'s 20.
I'll be close to 70
by the time this one's ready for college, man.
I'm too old to raise another kid.
You got that right.
Hell, you'll be just getting into diapers
before the kid's out.
That's really funny. (laughing)
Hey, man, can't we get one of those, like, Pope bubble deals?
You know, bulletproof, 360 degree view?
I mean, this car is not the most inconspicuous
in the world to be traveling around in
when a hitman's trying to take your head off.
Yeah, but it's fast.
Yeah. Faster than a speeding bullet?
You got me there.
There's our guy.
Excuse me.
Talk to you for a minute?
Hey! Hey!
(horn honking, tires screeching)
You idiot!
(tires squealing, horn honking)
Hey...!
Damn!
What are you doing here?
Chasing the bad guy.
What bad guy?
The Fish Man. What are you doing here?
BRIDGES: Same thing. Block off the north end.
(tires squealing)
(horns honking)
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
(horns honking)
(tires squealing)
DOMINGUEZ: Kids, don't try this at home!
Hey, man!
(horns honking)
(people screaming and yelling)
All right, keep your hands right where
we can see them.
You're caught, bubba.
You got nothing on me.
Oh, I don't know about nothing.
We got phone records that prove Cecil contacted you.
We've got you at the scene of Cecil's murder.
Look, we'll make it easy on you, okay?
We'll even forget that Cecil hired you to kill us.
Just write down everything that happened between you and Vashkov
when he hired you to kill Cecil. Got it?
I don't know nobody named Vashkov.
I don't know anybody named
Cecil, and...
I'm going to be out of here
by the end of the day.
You listen, you bullet-headed mongrel.
The only reason I don't squeeze your head till it pops off
is because I want Vashkov more than I want you.
Now, you can help me get him.
Could be something in it for you.
Or you can spend the rest of your life in jail.
You got any popcorn?
(chuckling)
I don't think he's going to crack, do you?
I say we get Vashkov down here
and play both ends against the middle.
You're not worried that you haven't heard from him?
Oh, this is nothing.
When we were married, sometimes I went for days without word.
I remember one time he showed up for five minutes
after having been gone for four days, left again,
and I didn't hear from him again for another three days.
That would get old.
Yeah. It did.
But you have to understand something.
When you don't hear anything from a cop,
it's generally good news.
If Nash were in trouble, somebody would have called.
(phone rings)
Hello.
What's that hissing noise?
I'm making cappuccino.
She let you in the kitchen?
Oh, she's got me on a short leash.
Let me talk to Cass.
It's your dad.
Hello.
Hi, sweetheart.
You got your acceptance speech ready?
Daddy.
Listen, honey, I just gotta go pick up a bad guy
and take him down to the SIU.
I might be a little bit late, but I'll definitely be there.
You have to be there.
Is anybody taping this thing?
I'm not sure. Why?
Posterity. We need this for our video library.
Daddy, I haven't won anything yet.
You will, sweetheart.
I have all the faith in the world.
Break a leg, honey.
Thanks. Bye.
Honey, what's the matter?
CASSIDY: Nothing.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
How about we make a little picnic
and head up to Stinson Beach and watch the sunset?
I don't know, Nick. Um...
That's... that's something I'd have to check with Nash.
This has nothing to do with Nash,
if you get my drift.
I see.
Nick, I've known you... less than a day,
and already I can tell you're the type of man
that women dream of taming but rarely do.
Which means our potential for friendship is good,
because I love that in a man, but...
our potential for romance is nil,
because that's, well, the last type of man I'd ever fall for,
if you catch my drift.
One lump or two?
Over the years, we have developed
an extensive number of banking facilities,
both here and abroad,
specifically in the former Eastern Bloc.
Security... WOMAN: I told you
privacy, you can't go in there.
clean cash. Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.
Get security up here right now!
DOMINGUEZ: That won't be necessary. Stand up, please, sir.
You're under arrest for the murder of Cecil Riskin.
DOMINGUEZ: You have the right to remain silent...
Now, ladies and gentlemen.
I am Nash Bridges, SFPD.
Oh, yeah, here. ...an attorney.
That's my partner, Joe Domingquez.
And, um, if you're looking for immediate financial advice,
I would explore other options.
Mr. Vashkov is gonna be out of the loop for a while.
Okay?
Good.
Meeting adjourned.
DOMINGUEZ: Das vedania.
I'll go get Mr. Hart.
You got it. Sit down there.
What happened to Angel?
He was gone when I came in.
Come on, Hart.
Your buddy Vashkov is here.
Let's go. Get up.
Angel?
Patty, call an ambulance.
We've got 24 hours to find Hart.
Without him, we lose Vashkov,
and we're right back in the shooting gallery.
Well, where would you go if you were him?
CORTEZ: I'd be outta here.
I got a weird feeling he didn't go anywhere.
I think you're right.
I think he's just crazy enough to make a run at us.
(phone ringing)
SIU, Dominquez.
Is it possible the party we discussed earlier in the window
is in the market for a similar package?
Uh, are you alone, Chug?
Yeah.
Uh, then you don't have to talk in code. What's up?
I think the guy
I told you about when my ass was hanging out the window
is coming back for another bomb.
He wants me to make it.
He wouldn't take no for an answer.
Oh, yeah? When?
He's on his way over.
Okay, so are we.
That may be lucky.
CHUG: It's open!
(whirring, beeping)
BRIDGES: Distinctive, isn't it?
The sound of a detonator underfoot.
Th-They made me do it.
One more step and you're history, bubba.
So are you.
That's where you're wrong.
Chug here is somewhat of an artist.
A very careful craftsman.
What you're standing on there
is a directional anti-personnel device,
and I can get as close as, uh, what, Chug?
Three feet.
'Course you might want to cover your ears.
Pretty big boom, I hear.
That's actually a prototype I built for a guy from Somalia.
He ordered 3,700 of 'em, but I haven't seen a check yet.
So we thought what we'd do is just order a pizza
and sit back and watch the show.
You're not gonna kill me-- you're a cop.
I'm a dead cop,
if you're alive,
so, under those circumstances,
I have a tendency to bend the rules a little bit.
What's the name of that Italian joint down the street?
DOMINGUEZ: Uh, it's, uh, Antonio's, or Angelo's?
CHUG: Michaelangelo's.
Michaelangelo's, that's it. That's it.
Chug, why don't you call 'em up and, uh,
what do you say, Joe, a large, uh, pepperoni pizza?
Oh, no, no.
Hey, let's get, uh, Canadian bacon.
I haven't had it in a long time.
BRIDGES: Canadian bacon.
That's funny.
(chuckles)
Oh, I'm sorry.
Did you want popcorn with that?
What do you want me to do?
I want you to tell me the whole story
about how Vashkov hired you to kill Cecil.
And, uh...
take your time, and do it right, okay?
Hi, there.
I think you two know each other, huh?
Well, love to stay and chat,
but we got a grand jury that's just dying
to have a few words with him.
Let's walk this way.
Evening. Evening.
(elevator bell dings)
(grunting)
(gunshot)
(grunting in frustration)
Hi.
Do me a favor.
Call the cops.
Sure.
(woman groaning)
Nice.
(metallic clattering)
Yup.
Now, I wouldn't have thought of that.
All right.
(woman grunting in frustration)
Nash, man, you've been hit.
You all right?
Damn.
Oh, don't you usually
carry that in your other pocket?
Yeah, I do.
LEEK: Whoa. You got some good karma saved up, boss.
CARSON: Somebody's watching over you, Nash.
Wow.
You think it was that dirty guy with the wings?
Excuse me, guys.
Are you okay?
Oh, yeah, I'm, I'm fine.
It's all in a day's work.
I got lucky tonight.
Um... Listen, I meant to ask you,
how'd it go with Nick today?
Oh, well, let's see. How did it go?
In the last 24 hours, I've had a gun pulled on me
by a San Francisco police inspector,
been on the run from a crazed assassin,
fended off the advances of a very charming, sly old guy
who's not as out of it as he seems.
Met Hercules.
Got an inside look into the world of a teenage actress.
Witnessed the take down of a hired killer...
and, uh... oh, yeah,
learned a thing or two from your ex
about what it's like being married to a cop.
Yeah.
Well... (laughs softly)
now that you know what the job entails,
do you know anybody that you could recommend?
Actually, you know, I might be interested.
Really?
Well, given what's available out there
for an RN these days,
this seems pretty appealing.
Uh... that's good.
(laughs)
Okay. Well.
I'll see you tomorrow?
Bright and early.
(laughing)
Hi.
Oh, Nash. Hi, sweetheart.
Hi.
Hi, Nick. Hello, son.
Say hello to Donna Pescow.
Hi. Hi.
I'm a, I'm a big fan.
Oh. Well, that's what he said.
Oh?
He's been in rare form tonight.
Oh.
I was just telling her how many times
I'd seen Saturday Night Live...
Fever.
What? Nick,
i-if you're gonna put the moves on her,
you gotta get the name of the movie right.
What'd I say?
Saturday Night Live.
I was in Saturday Night Fever.
With the Pulp Fiction guy? Mm-hmm.
John Travolta, right.
Oh. Let me ask you something.
Was that his real hair?
(Donna and Lisa laughing)
Did you like the film? Oh. Nash.
NICK: Yes.
Hi.
I lost.
Yeah, I know.
Your mom told me.
It's funny.
I didn't know how bad I really wanted it
until I heard them announce Sharon's name instead of mine.
Guess I'm more competitive than I thought.
But, Daddy, I was a great Adelaide.
I really nailed that part.
I know you did, sweetheart.
But, honestly...
Sharon was better as Kate.
She was.
Well, she doesn't have Donna Pescow at her party.
That's true.
She doesn't.
(laughs)
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