(gunshots)
Nash, you got to take me home.
Well, we're a little busy right now.
But they're gonna get Mom and Hannah.
Holly, if they knew where you lived,
they'd have come there to kill you.
(gunshots)
You know, if you drive a little slower,
I might be able to hit something.
Yeah, well, if you would hit something,
maybe I might be able to drive a little slower.
Actually, that's not a bad idea-- hang on.
What?
(tires screeching)
(gunshots)
Are they gone?
(gunshots)
I can't believe it, I missed the tires and the driver.
Shoot for the radiator-- it's bigger and closer.
Right.
(gunshots)
Get down.
(gunshots)
(tires screeching)
You got any more shells? Yeah.
In the trunk.
(tires screeching)
BRIDGES: Don't shoot!
If you hit the truck, we'll all die!
(gunshots)
All right.
Hang on, we're gonna take care
of these bastards once and for all.
(clicking)
(tires screeching)
Play one of the best new FPS shooters, search Steam for PROJECT WARLOCK
(tires screeching)
(turns off engine)
Well, so much for the first three miles.
Only 250 to go.
(woman singing over bluesy organ riff)
HOLLY: Oh, my God, oh, my God, it happened.
DOMINGUEZ: Holly, uh, you want to calm down?
We're all in one piece.
BRIDGES: That's a hell of a lot more than I can say for the 'Cuda.
Would you look at all the damn bullet holes in this thing.
It's gonna be a bureaucratic nightmare
getting this thing fixed.
I'll be driving around like this for six months.
Oh, well, the roof leaked when it rained anyways.
So, uh, lady, what did you do
that everyone wants to kill you so bad?
It's all right, you can tell him.
He's been my partner longer than I care to remember.
What do you know already? All I know is,
Nash said we were gonna take
this nice trip up the coast
and pick up a protected witness, you know?
And, uh, you'd only come in
if he transported you personally.
So, then, we're gonna drop you
in superior court in San Francisco.
See, the hired killers part,
that wasn't part of the story.
Well, what do you think, I made a reservation
to meet with them out here?
HOLLY: Three years ago, I was in
the wrong place at the wrong time, and I...
I saw a gangster named Joey Silverman kill a man.
Turns out
the deal was a money laundering operation
run by Ray Goetz.
Ray Goetz? The outfit guy?
Holly used to be his secretary.
So, why didn't you testify against him?
I only worked for his legitimate business.
I... I was part of his front.
(rattling)
Ah, great.
She couldn't nail Goetz,
but Silverman's doing 20 to life in San Q.
(grinding) Well, that's it.
That's all she wrote.
Ah, got to take a leak anyways.
(engine knocking and sputtering)
Oh, yeah.
Very nice.
Got a bullet hole in the radiator.
Oh, my... can you fix it?
Sure, you got any bubble gum or airplane glue?
Try the cell phone again, Joe.
Hold on.
So, how long do you think it will be
before a tow truck comes along here at random?
I'm gonna move that process along
by doing something I haven't done in a while.
Hello.
How's your legs, Holly?
(dog barking)
MAN (over radio): We're leaving the crash site now.
Two suspects DOA. 10-4.
Yellow car?
Okay, thank you.
Our friends missed.
She's riding with two guys
in a yellow Barracuda, heading west.
Great.
Giddyap.
(tires screeching)
So, what's that, 23?
Thirty.
But who's counting?
I don't get it, man.
I never had trouble getting a ride,
even when I was a kid.
I mean, even when I looked
like Latino Charles Manson, no problem.
When was the last time you picked up a hitchhiker, bubba?
Not that long ago.
I think, uh, Ford was still in the White House.
Or was it Nixon?
Who's the guy used to hit people with golf balls?
That was Ford. Oh, yeah, that guy.
I never waited more than three cars.
How do you think I feel?
(horn honking)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, wait a minute.
Hi there.
Hi, hi, hi.
Listen, SFPD... uh, can you give us a lift
into town?
Somebody will have to ride in the back.
(easy-listening music playing on radio)
We'll flip for it.
Hey, wait, hold on, magic boy.
Uh, you're not flipping the coin.
Holly, you flip it.
All right.
I don't believe this.
If you folks don't mind...
You call it. Heads.
Two out of three.
Get out of here.
You lost fair and square.
Get in.
(easy-listening music playing on radio)
That's Mrs. Mueller.
Oh... yeah.
Hi.
So, uh, you don't got a seat belt for me?
I mean, she's got a seat belt, she's dead.
Speaking of dead, check her lividity.
I'd peg the time of death
between 2:00 and 4:00 a.m.
What do you think?
Yeah, yeah, sounds, uh, right to me.
Range of motion in the joints-- that's how I tell.
You guys in San Francisco PD
probably got your own tricks, I'm sure.
Or do you rely strictly on the rectal thermometer?
Yeah, Joe does.
Oh.
I got an extra tuna sand, heavy mayo,
if anybody wants it.
Uh, not... not for me.
No, I'm good, thanks.
Uh, uh, Joe?
Uh, no, thank you.
It's fine.
I made it myself.
LISA: Slowly... slowly.
Right there.
Jake, hi.
You're just in time.
Would you help me with this? Uh, sure, Lisa.
(grunts) I want to get it closer to the fireplace.
Here, let me.
That's good, that's great.
Thank you.
CASSIDY: Jake. Hey.
Hey, what are you doing here?
Well, uh...
(crashing)
LISA: Guys, please, be careful.
That's antique china. MAN: Sorry, lady.
It wasn't marked fragile.
So, this is the new place.
Yeah. Cool.
Um...
you-you want to come see my room?
Did you hear about Matt Beres?
No.
He got knocked out in basketball practice.
Oh, wow, is he okay?
He's... He's got a concussion.
He's gonna miss the dance tomorrow night.
Oh, no.
That means Sharon Skomer doesn't have a... a date.
That's kind of what I came to talk to you about.
You know, I...
I did ask her before you.
No, I... I didn't know that.
Since Matt's down, I...
(grunting)
You want to go with Sharon.
If you're not cool
with it, I'll... Oh, you...
No, Jake, Jake, I am totally cool.
Really? Oh, yeah, I understand.
Okay.
Okay. I'll see you there.
Okay, see you there.
He's so cute.
He's a jerk.
Well, it's a damn miracle
there isn't more damage than there is.
I'm getting kind of hungry, Nash, man.
Well, let's see how long this deal's gonna be,
and maybe we can get a bite to eat.
So, uh, what's the time frame on this thing, bubba?
You, uh,
need a new, uh...
radiator.
Calvin, bring me the, uh... the-the...
what... whatchamacallit.
All right, here you go.
You know, you're in luck, 'cause a, uh, buddy of mine
over in, uh, uh...
(stammering)
Winthrop's got a classic car junkyard.
Best I can do is send Calvin over there.
Well, that's great.
How long is that gonna take?
Well...
assuming they got a, uh...
radiator,
I should be able to have her
for you by, oh, say, uh...
let's see, uh...
How's tomorrow morning?
9:00?
Unbelievable.
Oh, and, uh, listen, if, uh...
if you can get a couple of windshields,
uh, we could go for those, too.
Oh, you know, uh...
we got a heck of a, uh, uh, uh...
bed-and-breakfast here in town
if you're looking for a place to...
uh... stay.
Whoa, whoa, are you saying
we're spending the night here?
I'm not; he is.
(phone ringing)
(clears throat)
Nash.
CASSIDY: Hi, Dad.
Hi, sweetheart.
What's the matter?
Um, I'm not gonna need the 'Cuda.
You don't have to get it for me.
I'm not gonna go to the dance. Why, what happened?
Well, Jake is taking-- guess who?-- Sharon Skomer.
I thought he already asked you.
Well, he went and unasked me.
Well, go with someone else.
There's nobody.
I can't believe you can't get a date.
Hey, uh, maybe J.J.'s available.
What did he say? Uh, nothing.
Uh, uh, Joe was trying to fix you up with J.J.
J.J.?
Never mind, sweetheart-- listen...
I-I-I'm out of town right now,
and I'm on this case, and everything's gone crazy,
so, uh, let me call you later, all right?
Yeah, okay.
Bye, Daddy.
Good-bye.
Hey... I-I wasn't trying to set her up.
Excuse me, did you not just say
to me that J.J. was available?
Yeah, but... Whoa, what are you saying,
that J.J.'s not good enough for your daughter?
Get out of here. Joe...
Well, that's what it sounded like to me.
If J.J. and Cassidy want to hook up, they'll hook up.
Yeah, exactly.
Exactly.
Oh, you must be so proud.
I know, that's big girl stuff.
BRIDGES: Holly, we got to go.
Okay.
I love you, too. B-Bye. Come on,
we're gonna go find a bed-and-breakfast.
Room 19-- that's all we have.
Up the stairs, the second- to-the-last door on your right.
There are only two beds.
We'll make do.
Thank you very much.
Mmm, something sure smells good down there.
We had pot roast for dinner.
Ah... what time do you stop serving?
We stopped a half-hour ago.
Oh.
Well, maybe I'll just ask the cook
to make us up some sandwiches or something.
I'm sorry.
The kitchen is off-limits to our guests.
If we made an exception for you, we'd have
to make an exception for everybody.
Go in there, I'll have to cut your little fingers off.
We do, however, serve a full breakfast
at 7:00 in the morning.
Oh... well, thanks anyways.
(dog groaning)
Ah, Sigfried,
look what I have for you here.
Pot roast.
Ah, isn't this delicious for my baby?
Yes...
Good boy.
Hey, how you doing?
Nice car.
Yep.
Hey, I'm a muscle car collector myself.
Yeah?
Who owns it?
Uh...
Ah, what the... uh...?
This isn't bad.
It's actually kind of cute.
Yeah, not bad at all.
Oh, man, I'm going to hit the sack.
I'm beat.
Good idea.
Should we have Holly do the honors again?
Oh, come on, man, I've got a bad back.
I'm thinking of you.
I'm thinking maybe the floor is better for your back.
Yeah, right.
Call it. Heads-- tails.
(laughs)
DOMINGUEZ: I wasn't tired anyways.
I'm hungry.
I don't care what Brunhilda says, man.
I'm gonna go see what's in the fridge.
Good idea.
Think 20 bucks ought to cover anything I find?
Sure.
You know, this whole trip has been
very revealing, Nash Bridges.
Good. Write it to me in a memo.
(scoffs)
You better try and get some sleep.
They told me I'd never have to testify again ever.
Well, what can I tell you? They reneged.
Well, they have a witness to testify against Goetz.
Why... why do I have to corroborate?
Come on, Holly.
You know the system well enough by now.
(voice cracking): My life, all my plans...
did not include the witness protection program.
(clock ticking)
(whimsical music playing)
(music continues playing)
(clock cuckooing)
(both grunting)
(clattering)
(both grunting)
(clattering)
Police! Get back inside!
(dog barking)
Joe?
Joe, you okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
MAN: What the hell is going on here?!
WOMAN: Oh, my God!
Shut up! Do you have a sheriff
in this town? Yes.
Call him.
Holly, you all right?
Yes.
I fixed what I could.
Mechanically, she's, uh, sound.
Oh, here's your keys.
Thanks, Bubba.
Got enough food to take us back to San Francisco.
All major food groups represented.
Coffee, beer nuts, pickled okra,
microwave burritos,
and least we not forget fruit-- orange soda.
Sounds like a veritable feast.
Holly.
Well, it was the best I could do.
Uh, what's the plan?
We hump back to the city as fast as possible.
That's it? That's the plan?
That's part of it.
All right, I'll bite.
What's the other part?
Well, the other part's a little more complicated.
I'm going to bet that we haven't seen the last
of our boys from last night.
They know they got us on the run.
They know we're gonna take the most direct route to the city.
My guess is they're probably parked up the road somewhere
ready to take us out.
So what do we do, take the polar route?
Yeah, and call in the cavalry.
Call 'em in; I'm not proud.
(phone rings)
Want me to hold this for you?
No, you go ahead, Judge.
See you at the lunch.
A.D.A. Bridges.
BRIDGES: Stace?
What's wrong? Why aren't you here?
Well, I'm fine, Stacy.
And how are you?
I know you, Nash. You're not fine,
or you'd be here instead of calling
to tell me why you're not.
Stacy, you know that old train trestle
near the Point Bonita battery
where Nick used to take us fishing?
Yeah.
I want you to call the U.S. Marshals' office
and have them meet us there in about two hours.
Tell 'em I'm going to need at least three cars,
and I want a convoy in.
Nash, what's going on?
Somebody's got real loose lips, sister.
Goetz has got bad guys all over us.
Are you suggesting the leak came from my office?
Well, either your office
or the U.S. attorney's office on this case,
'cause the only two people that knew about it on my end
are right here in this car.
Okay, I'll put a lid on it,
but, Nash, if you don't deliver Holly here
by 9:00 tomorrow morning, I'm going to lose Goetz.
Ah, don't get your shorts in a knot.
She'll be there.
Counselor.
Counselor, Counselor, how are you?
Listen, uh, we're actually about to go
and have a little bite to eat.
Would you care to join us?
Oh, gosh,
uh, I'm an assistant district attorney, Mr. Goetz,
prosecuting you for murder.
This conversation's ex parte.
Then you'd better be ready to rock and roll, lady.
This ain't going to be no slow dance.
Are you threatening me, Mr. Goetz?
Well, if your heart's racing right now, I guess I am.
If not, I'm not.
Guess you're not.
Later.
(sighs)
(phone ringing)
Yes, sir.
GOETZ: Question for you, Mr. Quinn.
Should I liquify my assets right now
and book a plane reservation,
or can I enjoy lunch with a nice bottle of wine?
Well, how long will it take you to get to the restaurant?
15 minutes.
Well, I would take the long way.
The wine will taste better with the anticipation.
Good. (phone beeps off)
Still got them?
(beeping)
Dead ahead.
My point is, there's only one homecoming queen
and one captain of the football team,
and it's not always going to be you.
(groans): Mom! Hey, I know.
Why don't you call Trent?
Because he's going with Lisa Koontz.
Oh, well, there must be someone you can call.
Mom, the dance is tonight.
It is utterly embarrassing to call someone today.
And besides, everyone I know who's, like, halfway human
already has a date.
Well, I could go with you.
No way.
I'm so sure, Mom.
* *
J.J. Cassidy?
Hey, that was amazing.
Where'd you learn that?
Oh, you know, college.
Cool.
So I haven't seen you much since you've been back.
Yeah, um, I've been pretty busy.
Hmm, school didn't work out, huh?
No, it, uh, it was great.
I just kind of fell into a rut, you know?
Mm-hmm. Information overload.
So, um, what are you doing tonight?
You mean...?
You want to go out?
With you?
Sure.
Yeah! Yeah.
Cool.
(bell clanging, seagulls screeching in distance)
(foghorn blowing)
So when are the marshals getting here?
In about an hour. Hmm.
So what are we going to do with Holly
once we get her back in the city?
Wrap her in Kevlar, sit on her
and wait for her until she testifies,
and then get her home. Hmm.
Thanks.
So, uh, you're gonna let Cassidy drive the 'Cuda?
Yes, I was.
Yeah, but I never get to drive the car.
Yeah, well, it all kind of fits together, doesn't it?
What does?
You know, you, your car,
your whole attitude toward the Dominguez clan.
(sighs)
What are you getting mad about?
(sighs)
Well, you hurt my feelings, all right?
I mean, you may not realize it,
but J.J.'s actually a very decent,
upstanding young man, you know.
Just God played a trick on me, and put him in a slacker's body.
(laughing): Joe.
Hey, man, looks are very deceiving, you know.
I mean, check it out-- if Inger had sized me up
just on looks alone, would she have married me?
(chuckling) All right, look.
I'm gonna be honest with you.
You know I love J.J.
I've always loved that kid.
But Cassidy-- you know Cassidy.
She's tough, man.
She'll eat J.J. up and spit him out.
I'm not gonna do that to him, or to you.
I'm serious, man.
I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings.
I didn't mean to, you know that.
I'm gonna take this to Holly.
(foghorn blowing)
(bell clanging)
Holly.
Oh, thank you.
How you holding up?
Mmm. I'm okay.
(sighs)
You ever hear from Doug?
No.
Did you ever try to contact him?
No. Not since we broke up.
I've been a good girl.
I haven't violated any of the conditions of my relocation.
My life was the train wreck, not his.
He would have resented it eventually.
It's better this way.
(foghorn blowing, seagulls screeching)
You really believe that?
I figure if I say it to myself often enough,
eventually I will.
(chuckles)
(sighs)
What?
It's them.
Oh, my God.
Joe?
Uh-huh. Ha, ha!
Yeah, those guys are very good.
Bastards.
Let's see how good.
QUINN: Ah, this high-tech piece of garbage.
Come on, come on.
Check the batteries.
The batteries are fine.
(trilling) Wait a second. There it goes.
Yeah, they're moving out.
They're on the move.
Where are they?
Right there. Right in front of us.
Where? There, make a right.
Make a right, right, right, right! Right!
In here? In there.
Yeah, this is it.
They stopped.
This ain't right.
They're not here.
What the hell?
(engine revving) DOMINGUEZ: All right, hands up!
Hands up!
Right now!
(laughs)
Drop that gun real slow.
Real slow.
What do we got here, bubba?
I don't know. Let's see.
Let's see. Oh.
Hey, Nash, man.
United States marshals.
Well, I guess we found our leak, didn't we?
(foghorn blowing)
Gentlemen, I called my sister.
She's an assistant district attorney,
and she's sending out some real, true-to-life,
honest-to-goodness U.S. marshals
who I think are really gonna be happy to see you gentlemen.
Oh, uh, enjoy the view,
and, uh, let's hope the fog doesn't roll in.
Kind of getting hard to tell the good guys
from the bad guys, huh?
Tell me about it.
(sighs)
Can't wait to see who else Goetz has got on his payroll.
So what do we do now?
Run silent, run deep, bubba.
The only way I know to keep Holly safe
is to make sure that nobody knows where we are
until she steps foot on the stand.
All right. Ciao!
J.J.: I'm sorry.
My one suit's in Santa Cruz.
Hey, it's okay.
No problem. We'll find something.
Try this one.
Okay, look, the kids at my school--
they're gonna ask a lot of questions.
I mean, they're gonna be brutal.
It's gonna be like an interrogation.
So, we're gonna have to figure out
what you're gonna say first.
Well, I'm kind of in between jobs right now.
Well, that's what I mean.
Um, okay, how about this?
Uh, you're still in school.
You're pre-med at Stanford.
Yeah, but, I-I went to Santa Cruz.
Yeah. I know that, but they don't, so...
Ooh.
Frank Hutchinson, U.S. Marshall.
How are you two losers today?
Crane, we're gonna need to put out a statewide A.P.B.
on Nash Bridges and Joe Dominguez.
They're now wanted for the murder of a federal agent.
(gun chamber clicks) I don't understand. What agent?
(grunts)
(seagulls screeching) Very funny.
Yeah, Quinn, I could see how you'd lose your sense of humor.
They got a big lead on us.
Come on. Let's go!
(siren wailing)
San Francisco!
Damn, it's good to be home, isn't it, bubba?
Yeah, but next time you ask me
to go for a ride in the country, forget it.
What do you mean, you didn't like the fresh air?
Hey, I loved the fresh air.
It was the bullets flying
through the fresh air I didn't dig.
(laughing)
(phone ringing)
J.J., can you get that?
Yeah.
Hello. Bridges' residence.
Hello. Who's this?
J.J. Dominguez. Who's this?
Uh, J.J., this is Nash.
What's J.J. doing there?
Uh, J.J., uh, can I talk to Lisa?
Uh, no, not right now.
Okay. Uh, well, can I talk to Cassidy?
It's your dad.
Hi, Daddy.
Hi, sweetheart. What's going on?
J.J.'s taking me to the dance.
What'd she say?
J.J.'s taking her to the dance.
Really? Yeah.
Huh.
You know what, Daddy?
I never noticed this before, but J.J.'s kind of cute.
What'd she say?
J.J.'s cute.
Whoa.
Who's J.J.?
Uh, J.J.'s my son. Oh.
So, um, listen, sweetheart, we're back in the city,
but, uh, we got something working on this case,
and I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna be able to let you use the car.
Oh, that's okay. The car doesn't matter, Daddy.
Oh, good. Well, listen,
if anything changes, I'll let you know.
I'll see you when I can.
Okay. Bye-bye.
(phone beeps off)
J.J.
So, your kids are an item?
They've known each other since they were kids.
Yeah. It's more or less a...
What do they call that when
it's not really a...
A platonic thing.
Yeah, yeah. It's a platonic thing.
And platonic's good.
Yeah. Very good.
(tires squeaking)
What's up?
Bubba, don't be paranoid,
but I think we're being followed.
Why are they following us?
And not radioing us?
(tires squealing)
Lose 'em? Nope.
I've got a squad car behind us,
and I believe I see one right up there ahead of us, too.
Maybe they're escorting us.
I didn't call it in, bubba.
Did you call it in?
No, I didn't call it in.
Yeah, well, somebody did,
and I don't think they're on our side.
(siren blares, tires squeak)
BRIDGES: Holly, hang on!
(tires screeching)
(horns beeping)
(siren sounds, horn honks)
Well, if your guys are after us,
then how am I going to be safe at the police station?
We're not going to the police station.
(knocking)
Hi, sweetheart. Hi, Daddy.
How are you?
Good. How are you?
DOMINGUEZ: J.J.! Hey, son, where are your pants?
Hey, Dad.
Yeah. Where are your pants?
I have his pants right here.
I'm fitting them for him.
Hey, what are you guys doing here?
They're checking up on us, I think.
DOMINGUEZ: No, we're not checking up on you.
BRIDGES: Lisa? Yes.
This is Holly. Hi, Holly.
Good to meet you.
Holly, this is Lisa, Cassidy.
The guy with no pants is J.J.
J.J. is my son.
Oh, oh. Man, this place is cool, Lisa.
Yeah? You like it?
Yeah, I like it.
DOMINGUEZ: I like it, too.
The window's a little crooked, though.
Maybe you can get a discount or something.
Yeah, thanks. No, it's neat, isn't it?
You know what?
You really need to check the rise.
(bells clanging)
Uh, let's not check the rise.
Daddy, stay out of this.
You know, I just don't think they're right.
You have to take them off again.
Doesn't he have his own clothes?
Hey, Daddy, stay out of this.
(clears throat) Whatever happened to Jake Messina?
I can hear you.
Who's Jake Messina?
Uh, Nash, why are you here?
Um, Holly is a protected witness.
We need a place to lie low
until we can get her into court in the morning.
Oh, yeah. Let me guess. Let me guess.
Now, now, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
You just moved in. Nobody knows you live here.
It'll be perfectly safe,
and it's only for one night, so what's your beef?
Oh.
(laughs)
LISA: Didn't J.J. look cute in his suit?
Of course he's cute.
I made him myself.
(Lisa laughs)
What?
Joe's gonna stay here with Holly,
and I need to borrow your car for about an hour.
Well, am I gonna get it back with bullet holes?
With any luck.
Well, the keys are on the fireplace.
You want some coffee before you go? Sure.
If I can find the grinder here.
I'll help you look.
I need you to do something for me, Nash.
Okay.
I want to see Doug.
You can set it up for me, I know you can.
Maybe after you testify.
Before.
No.
It's too dangerous.
Fine.
Then I don't testify.
Please?
You're willing to risk everything
to see your old boyfriend?
Yes.
QUINN: Excuse me, Mr. Goetz?
She dead?
We, uh, lost her.
(chuckles)
You guys are the U.S. marshals,
and you can't find the witness.
We know she's in the city.
I know she's in the city, you moron!
I know she's in the city!
I'll tell you something else.
She'll be in court tomorrow.
And the day after that I'm going to be in jail,
unless you find her.
We'll find her.
Ah, you'll find nothing.
You're fired.
We'll finish the job.
No, you don't seem to understand,
Mr. Quinn, I've moved on.
I've got other people on it, okay?
Then I want my pay.
Benny.
Pay him.
(groans, body thuds)
Excuse me.
What was your name?
Burke.
Burke?
Looks like you're in charge.
(honking)
Hiya, Stace. How are you doing?
Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?
Yeah, I got an idea.
What happened? The marshal service found
one dead body at Point Bonita, and no live ones.
The body was a real U.S. marshal.
And they put a warrant out on you and Joe.
Where's Holly?
She's safe.
Okay, here's the drill:
I'm going to have Holly in that courtroom
tomorrow morning at 9:00 a.m.
You go tell the judge, in person.
Don't use the phone.
Don't tell anyone else in your office.
Don't even dream about it in your sleep tonight.
You got it? Anything else?
No.
Except...
Holly wants to see her old boyfriend.
He, uh, works
at the Bay Aeronautic Space Museum, so we're going to stop
by there on our way to court.
Is that necessary? Stacy,
she has come back here against her will to testify,
risked her life, and all she asks in return
is to see her boyfriend for ten minutes.
Yeah, I think it's necessary.
You're right.
Hey, would you be safe?
I will.
See you tomorrow.
Okay.
You look good in this car.
(chuckles)
Isn't it past your bedtime?
Nah, I just stepped out for a smoke.
Those Cubans you love, a couple on my desk.
Please, help yourself.
You can find Holly Bloom
at the Bay Aeronautic Museum tomorrow morning, 8:00 a.m.
(dance music plays, indistinct chatter)
GIRL: Who's that?
Cass? Uh...
I don't, I don't think this was such a good idea.
I don't, I don't think we should have come, J.J.
Why?
Because everybody is looking at me.
Well, yeah. You're beautiful.
Come on, let's go in.
Cassidy, where have you been?
Did you hear about Sharon?
No. What?
She decided to spend the night playing
Florence Nightingale to Matt at the hospital.
She did?
Where's Jake?
He's here. Alone, looking for you.
Hi, I'm Beth.
J.J.
Pre-med at Stanford.
You are?
Um, his dad works with my dad.
Get in there!
Okay.
* *
(bell clanging)
Hey, guys. I'm home. Hi, how did it go?
BRIDGES: Yeah, how'd the dance go?
Great. My dogs are barking.
I think Jake and I danced every single dance together.
Jake? Yeah, it's a long story.
What happened to J.J.?
He went home early.
He did, huh?
What? I'm supposed to go with J.J.
when the man of my dreams is standing right there?
Mom?
I'm sure! Now, I'm supposed to feel guilty about it.
I'm going to bed.
So, uh, what was Cassidy's report?
She didn't have much to say.
How about J.J.?
Are you kidding?
You need the jaws of life to get
that kid's eyes open before noon.
Not that he wouldn't make a good son-in-law.
My God...
(moans)
Holly, I should've never let you talk me out
of going with you. One of my stupider moves.
That look right to you, bubba?
Not even close.
Holly, get down!
(Holly screams, gunshot)
(groans)
Joe, check 'em.
BRIDGES: Holly?
You okay?
(grunts)
Sorry. You all right?
Yeah. Good. Call 911.
(indistinct whispering)
JUDGE: Counsel, approach the bench, please.
It's 9:17, Counselor.
Your Honor, I would hope, under the circumstances,
that the court could show a little patience.
The witness will be here.
Five more minutes and then we move on.
Excuse me, what is going on here?
Your Honor, I'm Inspector Bridges, SIU.
And we are here with your witness,
but, uh, there's a couple matters that
we need to clear up, and I'm going to suggest we do it
in chambers. Well, Inspector Bridges,
this is a court of law: my court.
And you do not come in here making demands.
I understand, Your Honor.
I'm still going to suggest that we speak in chambers.
In my court, you answer to my rules.
Now, sit down.
Fine. We'll do it right here.
You're in contempt of court. Bailiff,
arrest this man. John, Will, if they make
one move toward us, you arrest them.
(gallery murmurs)
This is outrageous.
You bet it is.
It's bad enough that the defendant here, Mr. Goetz,
buys three U.S. marshals and puts them on a payroll,
but it turns my stomach, sir, to see you sit up there
in the robes of justice, knowing that he bought you, too.
Your Honor, I move that you declare a mistrial.
I'll go one better.
It's clear that this witness
is going testify with prejudice.
I'm dismissing this case.
Sorry, sir, you don't have that authority any more.
And, Counselor, if I were you, I'd get some rest.
These gentlemen right back here are U.S. attorneys.
They've come with a whole slew
of new charges for your client.
Bailiff, arrest him.
Easy.
Stacy, who else knew that I was taking Holly
to meet her boyfriend this morning
besides you and me? You and me
and Judge Renner.
(galley murmuring)
Arrest Mr. Goetz
and His Honor.
No, you can't do this. You're out of order!
And you're out of business.
Could you stand up, please, Judge?
Hands behind your back.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you
in a court of law. You have the right Hands behind your back.
to an attorney, and to have
that attorney present during questioning...
* *
Hey, Cass. Hey.
How was the rest of the dance last night?
Fine.
Um, look, J.J.,
I was being totally selfish.
Um, it's kind of like I was channeling
Sharon Skomer for a minute there.
All I could think about was Jake,
but, um, when I was with Jake,
all I could think about was you,
how sweet you were, how I used you...
I'm really sorry, J.J.
That's okay.
No, I can't believe I did that to you.
Cassidy, get over it.
That was yesterday.
This is today.
Really?
Can you show me how to do that?
What, skateboard?
Yeah. Sure.
I mean, do you really want to learn?
Mm-hmm, I do.
Thanks for working it out so I didn't have to testify.
(chuckles)
Don't worry about it. (chuckles)
Even with the best lawyers money can buy,
Goetz is going to be in prison for a long, long time.
Thank you for driving.
Good luck.
Thanks.
Mommy, Mommy!
Hannah! Ooh...
(engine starts)
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