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Police! Police! Drop it!
(excited chatter)
Freeze! Drop it!
Get it down!
Down!
Good afternoon.
I'm Lieutenant Hamilton of the Special Investigations Unit
of the San Francisco Police Department.
You're all under arrest for counterfeiting.
Read 'em their rights.
Hey!
Hey-hey-hey,
where do you think you're going?
Hey, buddy!
Freeze! SIU!
Stop! Police!
Stop!
Drop the bag!
Police!
Stop!
(siren approaching)
(people talking excitedly)
I know this isn't your idea of a day out,
but just hang with me for a little bit.
Bridges, SIU. What do you got?
Guy in the car is a regular citizen
on his way home from work when Jerry the Jaywalker here
hurls himself and his, uh, considerable fortune
right at the front grill.
Must be a couple million dollars in here.
Uh-huh.
My guess is this guy ain't no angel.
I want to talk to him if I can.
Hey, hold up-- I got Inspector Bridges
from the SIU here.
Hey, how you doing?
Inspector Bridges, SIU.
SIU? No!
Hey! Hey, don't leave me!
Please! Get away from me! I'm a cop.
I'm a cop! Get him away!
He's gonna kill me!
He must have mistaken you for somebody else.
Yeah.
What's up with that?
(woman singing over bluesy organ riff)
So, I hear you had a hot date with Whitney, huh?
Oh, yeah, really hot.
Nothing like a crime scene visit
to put a lot of passion in your relationship.
(chuckles): So, any details, pronouncements?
Yeah, we, uh, got a smashed-up guy
and $5 million in funny money.
No,I mean about Whitney.
You know, marriage, children,
for the future Dominguez child to play with, huh? (chuckles)
That's very funny-- keep that sense of humor, bubba,
you're gonna need it on this one.
Why? It's counterfeit money, man-- goes straight
to the Secret Service, right?
Mmm, Christmas in February.
Man, we could spend some of this money on some of those
big-ass jet ski machines, man, for the ferry boat here, huh?
Wow.
This is the best funny money I've ever seen.
You got an I.D. on the counterfeiter, Bryn?
Yeah, his name is,
um, Jim Pazden, AKA Jim the Penman.
He's a topline plate engraver
with a record full of counterfeiting beefs.
So, like I said, call the Secret Service.
Besides, you and I got some
more pressing matters to discuss. Come here.
What?
This is an incredible opportunity.
It's an off-duty job, came through my old detective agency.
Could be the easiest money you ever made in your life.
We made an agreement. What?
You promised me that you would never use
the words "easy" and "money" in the same sentence ever again.
Okay. Well, then just watch $10,000 go flying out the window.
Say bye-bye.
Bye-bye.
Okay, now, listen up.
This is what we got here.
How best do I put this?
Um... I think we've been cloned.
What?
Cloned. We got some bad guys
out there passing themselves off as Special Investigations Unit.
You mean there's some bad-ass Mexican
trying to be me? (laughs)
Not exactly, but they're using the SIU
as a cover for this money racket.
How does that work? Yesterday, when I I.D.'d myself
to Jim the Penman as an SIU cop,
he freaked-- and I mean really freaked.
So we did a little backtrack.
We found the money plant, six dead bodies...
and this cute little item.
Lieutenant Nick Fernandez,
SFPD, Special Investigations Unit?
Who the hell is this?
Oh, man, I don't believe this.
Yeah, well, neither did the chief.
He called me at home, and he's pissed.
These guys got to be cops.
I mean, who else could pull this off?
How do we work it? We start running Jim the Penman's contacts.
His family, friends, prison contacts, the works.
In the meantime...
I got this funny little bill a couple of days ago
in my in-box from accounting.
It's a balance-due bill of $2.39 from the Palace Hotel
on an SIU account.
Anybody running a tab over there?
CORTEZ: Not me. Didn't think so.
You and Bryn run that down, all right?
(speaks inaudibly) (groans)
What's the count, Donny?
$15 million.
That means we're $5 million short.
So then we renegotiate. Like hell we will, Donny.
Our buyers, they have their other commitments.
We owe them
the full $20 mil.
They were very clear about that.
It's $20 million or nothing.
Then we find another buyer. There's no one else
out there that's willing to pay 50 cents, almost, on the dollar.
We can't just manufacture $5 million
out of thin air, can we? Maybe not out of thin air.
Maybe Jimmy the Penman wants to redeem himself
for all the problems he's caused us.
What's his status?
He's in St. Viviana's, in stable condition.
That's good.
Mm-hmm.
Then let's check his ass out.
You think the chief would shut us down?
If this hits the press wrong, or we don't catch these guys,
absolutely, in a heartbeat.
Well, all the more reason to take this off-duty gig.
No!
A little financial security. Make the money yourself!
What do you need me for?
No, forget it, I didn't ask that question.
Forget that. Okay. As long as you asked.
A guy wants us to locate a missing ring.
That's all there is to it.
That's never all there is to it.
Well, come with me, meet the client,
hear what he has to say-- if you don't like it, walk away.
If you like it, we split $10,000.
Nobody's gonna give us $10,000.
What aren't you telling me?
Nothing.
Listen, let me do all the talking, okay?
Why? 'Cause I set this whole thing up, that's why.
Yeah, that's what worries me.
Something smells awfully good around here,
and I don't think it's you, Joe.
I just tried a new scent-- do you like it?
I do.
What? What'd I do?
Gentlemen, Jack Conrad.
Hi. Joe Dominguez.
This is my partner, Nash Bridges.
My God! You used to play for the Raiders.
Five Pro Bowls,
37 career interceptions,
23 interceptions at Notre Dame to set the school record.
Now, how'd you remember all that?
Well... He's got a pornographic memory.
Don't get him started.
BRIDGES: Damn, man!
Alex,
would you give us a minute, please?
Yes, sir. Thanks, sweetheart.
I hope you boys realize that this case
has to be handled with absolute discretion.
Discretion is our motto.
Now, James tells me y'all are fellow travelers.
Oh, yeah.
This is a picture
of Tim...
my lover for the last four and a half years.
And a list of his friends in the Bay area.
Well, one day Tim just disappeared.
No note, nothing.
Now, he's a free agent, as far as I'm concerned,
but he's got something that belongs to me:
my Super Bowl ring.
Well, rest assured, we'll get that ring back.
Outstanding.
Tell me, how long y'all been partners?
Oh, what, about 20 years now?
20 years?
Aw...
now, that's impressive.
(chuckles)
We have a very strong relationship.
I'll bet.
(phone rings)
Would you excuse me for a minute?
(sighs)
Nash.
One word:
Yum. (laughs): I'll say.
Uh, he's a little shy about our partnership, though, you know,
but he's coming around. Oh, hey, I understand.
I'm so far in the closet,
I hand my employees their coats on the way out.
Nash, listen, that SIU account
at the Palace Hotel, well, it's still open.
Someone's still in the room?
Yeah, there's one guy
and he's right down the hall
at the Winston Churchill Suite.
All right. What else you got?
Yeah, it seems that
the concierge sent up three girls
from the Zebra Escort Service,
so, uh, I don't think he's exactly gonna be, uh, lonely.
All right.
Stand guard; we'll be right there.
(singsong): Oh, yoo-hoo!
If you have a scam, why don't you just say,
"Nash, I got a scam; are you interested?"
Because if I told you the whole thing,
I knew you wouldn't do it, and that's ridiculous.
Why should somebody else get those $10,000 instead of us?
Joe, let me ask you something.
Do you remember the last time we pretended to be gay?
Vaguely. I was drunk.
Well, let me see
if I can refresh your memory.
Glen and Fred, the parakeets,
the wine tour,
uh, oh, and the 19
performances of A Chorus Line.
Hey, I think you learn by experience in life, you know?
A lot of gay guys pass themselves off
as straights nowadays-- what's the difference?
I'm not talking to you about this anymore.
We are not doing the gay gig.
We're going back to our day gig!
Who are you?
EVAN: Uh, we're...
we're staying down, uh, down the hall.
Yeah, we locked ourselves out of the room.
We're just waiting for the key from...
EVAN: The maid. Yeah, the key. Yeah, yeah.
(door closing)
(sighs)
Do you think she believed us?
Uh, no.
What do you want to do?
Police! Freeze!
Put your hands on your head! Get up, get up!
Get up, up, up! WOMAN: We're with the police.
BRYN: Oh, really? I don't remember seeing you
at our annual picnics. We're with the SIU.
We're part of an undercover sting operation.
Yeah, well, consider yourself stung. Shut up.
Come on.
Hold it right there.
We're with the SIU.
I'll, uh, I'll, I'll stay with the girls.
Let's go, get up against the wall. Move over here.
Move! Move!
Stop running! You're pissing me off.
(woman screaming) Watch out.
(yelling)
TONY: Somebody help me. Stand up.
Bryn!
Okay, stand up. Let's go. NASH: Bryn, what're you doing?
What? I'm making an arrest, what does it look like Nash?
TONY: Hey, you got your hands on my...
I'm putting the cuffs on ya.
(laughing) TONY: I'm not going anywhere.
Oh, really? You gonna cooperate
or we gonna take you to the station like this?
I'm a protected informant.
You talk to Lieutenant Hamilton.
He's head of the Special Investigations Unit.
He'll tell you what's going on.
Oh he will, will he?
Nash, I want a raise.
Hey, I can see one coming now.
NASH: Don't forget your towel.
Where'd you put Tony B.?
Interrogation room number one.
He's still demanding to speak to Lieutenant Hamilton, head of the SIU.
What the hell is it with this guy?
Who does he think I am?
Well, I guess an underling, Nash.
This Hamilton guy seems to make quite an impression.
I'll say.
I'm beginning to wish he was my partner.
Uh, I haven't told you the best part.
He refuses to believe this is the real SIU.
He says he's been to the real SIU and it's much nicer than this.
What could be nicer than this.
They probably got a better pension plan.
I can't wait to talk to this guy.
Can I come? I want to be there when you tell him there's no Santa Claus.
No, no, no, missy.
He wants a Lieutenant Hamilton,
I say we give him Lieutenant Hamilton.
Lieutenant Hamilton, please.
Uh, yeah. Inspector Bridges calling.
We're gonna get this cleared up. Oh, yeah.
Um, Lieutenant? Oh yeah, hi.
Yeah, Inspector Bridges, North Embarcadero.
Uh, yeah, well, we got a guy down here, uh, Tony Buccelli.
(chuckles)
Yeah, well, he got caught in a little prostitution bust.
Uh-huh.
Yeah.
Okay.
Yeah, I understand.
You bet, I'll tell him. All right.
Tony. What?
What can I tell ya, I apologize.
All right!
All right, I can go, then, right?
Well, not just yet.
Lieutenant Hamilton is gonna fax over
an arrest cancellation form, that's a WG-32.
What's that other one that we have to fill out?
That's, uh, RG-93.
I'm busy. I'm busy, busy, busy. I gotta go.
You know what, we're gonna get you out of here as soon as we can.
But I'm trying to remember this guy Hamilton.
He's, uh, what, he's, he's medium size, got a mustache about 50,
dark hair-- isn't that the guy?
No, no, that's not the guy.
Hamilton's got brown hair, he's got no mustache,
he's 35, and he's got a scar on the left side of his face.
Must not be the same guy.
I know the guy. He's, he's like, about
five-eight, five-nine.
skinny guy, 135...
40...
How do I know? 170, 180.
Oh. Must not be thinking of the same guy.
Huh.
You know what he told me.
He told me that this counterfeit sting is big.
Oh, yeah, it's big.
About as big as they come.
Really? How much?
$20 million in paper.
(whistles)
$20 million. Wow.
This could be, like,
the last great U.S. paper deal, man.
You've seen the new hundred dollar bills?
Sure. Impossible to duplicate.
Once the old currency gets erased,
they're not gonna be making phony paper anymore.
And, uh, and what's, what's your gig in this whole deal?
Broker.
I put the paper makers and the buyers together.
Broker?
Till I got caught. Right.
And, uh, so you're the broker. Now, who's your buyer?
Yeah, right.
No way, man, I'm not gonna tell you that.
That's my ace in the hole, pal.
(laughing) Yeah.
Uh, sorry.
All right, well, listen, let me go check on your paperwork.
And, oh, um, Lieutenant Hamilton wanted me to make sure
that you get right over there to see him.
Soon as you can, okay?
Okay.
Good.
I'm gonna kick Tony B. loose.
Follow him. (phone ringing)
You got it.
Uh, SIU, Cortez.
Hey, Lisa, yeah, Nash is right here.
He's casting a very large shadow over my desk.
Uh, it's for you, sir.
Yeah, Lise.
Nash, I got a call from your dad. Can you stop by?
What's up?
Uh, I don't want to go over it on the phone.
Hang on a sec.
How long before we can meet with Jim the Penman?
Uh, we got about two hours
until he goes from the ER to the prison ward.
All right, I'm on my way. See you in a bit. Bye.
Hey, I got a lead on Tim--
you know, Jack Conrad's boyfriend.
He's living with this guy named Bill in the Castro, okay.
So I figure since we got a little time, we can just swing by there after Lisa's
and then go to the jail ward, what do you think?
Not a chance, bubba. You're on your own.
Come on, Nash, this thing only works if we're seen as a couple.
Ah, but therein lies the problem.
We are not a couple.
Can I still call you?
You need help.
Be very careful with these.
Damn. Looks like things are going well, huh?
I just sold to my second restaurant chain.
Well, congratulations. You're kidding.
That's awesome, Lise.
What's up?
Nick called me this morning. Uh-oh.
I guess he didn't realize how expensive
it is to maintain a racehorse.
Well, duh. And?
He asked me to float him a loan for $5,000.
He what?
I'm happy to do it.
It's great to be in a position where I can help.
Here, here's a check.
What do you mean? You, you didn't agree to give him $5,000?
No, I didn't agree to give it to him.
I said I'd be happy to help, but I wanted to talk to you.
Did he say he was gonna take this from you?
Well, I don't think he was planning on...
Good, because he certainly is not... Hey, Nash--
I'm sorry, but this, this, this whole damn horse thing
is driving me crazy.
Well, I made no commitments.
What do you want me to do?
Nothing!
Nothing.
Thanks, and I'm sorry.
I'll take care of it.
I do not believe this whacko father of mine.
Let's see, what's half of $10,000?
(sighs)
What the...?
Is anybody home?
Hey! What're you doing, Joe?
We can't just saunter into a stranger's home.
We're cops.
We're on our lunch break.
We're civilians for the next 15 minutes. Relax.
Come on. Hello.
All right, that's it. Let's go.
(chuckles)
A wedding invitation.
Check this out.
"Please join us to celebrate the union
"of Jerry Masters, Gordon Weathers.
Bring Tim. We know where he'll be."
Good.
I'm gone.
Hey, wait a minute.
The ring could be here.
Forget it. I'm gone.
You ever see a racehorse starve to death?
It's not a pretty picture.
Forget it. I'm out of here. (door opening)
Oh, hi.
Door was wide open so we thought we'd lock up for you.
Who the hell are you?
DOMINGUEZ: Is that Tim?
You must be Bill.
Yeah. Tim's told me all about you.
He has? Sure.
Oh, I'm sorry. I, I'm Joe.
This is Nash.
Hi. We're friends of Jerry and Gordon's.
We came by looking for Tim,
and then the door was open and I had to go to the bathroom.
I hope you don't mind.
BILL: That's okay. Oh, great.
Well, uh, Jerry and Gordon,
the big commitment ceremony on Sunday.
Kind of exciting.
Yeah. I still have to get them a gift.
What are you getting them?
(sighs)
Nothing seems appropriate.
And we're such terrible last minute
shoppers.
I was gonna stop by Lombard's store later.
They're registered there.
Of course gift registration
destroys any possibility of creative thought.
I mean, I don't want to get 'em a toaster, you know?
Look, we can't go without a gift, man.
It's rude. I'll be embarrassed.
We'll tell 'em we sent it. I don't operate like that.
Well, excuse me, Martha Stewart...
Yeah, I'm sure his paperwork was great.
Yeah, thanks a lot.
What's up, Evan?
It seems that Jim the Penman was cut loose from the prison ward
and was released into the personal custody
of one Lieutenant Hamilton from the SIU.
Damn, this guy's good.
He ought to be lieutenant,
'cause he's damn sure one step ahead of us.
They said that the release documents
were perfect forgeries.
Yeah, well compared to making a hundred dollar bill,
making a get-out-of- jail-free card is cake.
I just got off the phone with the Secret Service.
I gave them Tony B.'s description
of Lieutenant Hamilton and they faxed this over.
Albert Foss. Hmm, good match.
Yeah, they're real interested in this case.
He's a Secret Service suspect?
Oh, it's a lot better than that.
He's a former agent.
In '94,
Foss and two other Secret Service agents were
booted for revealing classified information
to a hooker they knew.
She wrote a book
and they started pulling counterfeiting jobs.
Tuesday Campbell. BRYN: That's it.
I have the book here.
Secrets Of The Secret Service, by Tuesday Campbell.
I busted her as part of another investigation.
She plea bargained, and then went off and wrote the book.
So did you know Foss? Never met him.
Well, he seems to be real interested in you.
No pictures?
So we gotta ask ourselves, why does Foss want Penman?
Hey, could I, could I have a, a glass of water.
I'm really not feeling too good.
Not right now, Jimmy.
Come on, please.
I want you to write down
a list of what you're gonna need to make
$5 million in currency.
Come on, man, look at me.
I'm in no shape.
Just, let me go back to bed for awhile, okay?
Do it or you die right now.
I can't.
(gun cocking)
I don't have time for this.
All right, you gotta make a choice.
I'll count to three.
One,
two...
Hey, okay.
Okay, I'll do it. I'll do it.
Would you get him a glass a water?
All right, we're gonna run over to the Secret Service,
see if we can get the file on Foss.
Hey, don't forget, we have to get a present
for the commitment ceremony.
Oh, yeah? Well, don't you forget
we got some police work to do first.
(phone ringing)
Okay, Secret Service first,
then we'll get Jerry and Gordon,
like, a serving platter or something.
Nash.
EVAN: Nash, Bryn and I are back
at the Palace covering Tony B
and, uh, he just ordered up his car.
All right, we're headed your way.
New plan. What?
Tony B.'s on the move.
Hopefully, he's gonna take us
right to our old friend, Mr. Foss.
Let's go.
Nash, Tony B.'s about three cars ahead of us.
Uh, we're going straight down Howard
and we're getting ready to cross Seventh.
Two minutes. We're on our way.
Got it.
NASH: Hey, Tony.
How ya doing, baby?
Huh. You again.
So now listen, Tony.
I know this is confusing,
so listen carefully.
I am the head of the SIU.
Yeah, right. There is no Lieutenant Hamilton.
The guy pretending to be Lt. Hamilton...
is an ex-Secret Service geek
who is now a wanted felon.
Now, here's the really important part.
If you want to live...
you're gonna work with us.
What do you want me to do?
Location. Where's Hamilton?
He's inside.
He's in the squad room.
Very good. Nicely done.
You stay out here. Pete'll take care of you.
Hey!
Hey, he's handcuffing me. Step back.
Hey, Bridges.
Oh! No, come on. This is pathetic.
Police! Freeze!
Hold it! Police!
Everybody down!
I got him!
Go! Go!
(gunshot)
Watch it!
Bryn! Evan!
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Drop your guns!
Come on.
Easy.
Where is he?
(gunshot)
He's there.
He's going down Jesse street.
MAN: All units. Suspects
going down Jesse street.
Ah, forget it.
He's gone.
So you're saying this whole deal's a setup.
Mm-hmm.
Except for this espresso machine.
That's for real.
So what does Foss do now that we've blown his cover?
I say he runs,
leaves a trail of hot hundred dollar bills like bread crumbs.
Then we follow.
Nah, I think that's
exactly why he doesn't run.
He took Jim the Penman
because he's got to make up that missing money.
He still wants to close this deal--
your deal, Tony.
This is, like, getting way too heavy for me.
Okay.
He knows that we've got this fake SIU,
but he doesn't know that we have Tony.
JOE: We dohave you, Tony.
I mean, uh, your undying cooperation?
What are my options?
NASH: Options.
Let's see. Option one would be you cooperate with us.
Option two would be you go to jail forever...
I can't think of any more.
Cooperate or go to jail forever.
I think I'll cooperate.
Ha! No rust on you, baby.
Let's set it up.
*
What're you doing here?
Where's everybody else?
Dead or caught.
Bridges took the SIU.
That's it.
I'm taking my cut of the paper.
Hold on, Donny. Relax.
Oh, we're gonna pull this off?
You, me and the Penman?
Yes, we are.
Where's Jimmy?
Where do you think?
Inside working on the money.
You left him alone?
Look, he knows he's dead if he runs.
Now, I'm going inside,
and I'm getting my money.
Now, we can part company as professionals,
or you can make me take you out.
Let me show you something.
"Professionals." What a load of crap.
Tony B.'s back at the Palace.
He's got a meeting set up with Foss for 3:00.
This is the moment of truth.
We're not taking down the deal?
No.
That's still the plan,
but if Mr. Foss gets a whiff that we're on to him,
we're gonna have to move then and there.
And I think Jerry and Gordon are really gonna love
that serving platter.
Ahem. Well, you better hope so, bubba,
because it's coming out of yourshare.
You really wanted to buy the beer glasses, didn't you?
They were registered for the beer glasses.
They were on the list.
The beer glasses were the cheapest things on the list,
and if we'd of bought the cheapest things on the list,
it'd been obvious we bought them 'cause
they were the cheapest things on the list, And...
Joe?
Pepe!
Hey! How you doing, man?
Fine, fine. How are you?
I'm great. Good to see you.
What've you been doing?
I've been temping since the bar burned down.
Oh, yeah? Hurray.
My master's degree's netted me $10 an hour
and all the office supplies I can slip into my briefcase.
(laughing): That's great.
(clearing throat)
Oh, uh, uh, Nash, this is, uh, Pepe.
Pepe, Nash. Hi, Nash.
Hi, Pepe. How are ya? Good.
Good to see you, man. Nice to see you, too.
You look great. Thank you.
WHITNEY: Nash?
Hi.
Whitney!
Hey.
Hi.
(laughing)
Uh, Whitney, this is Pepe.
Pepe, Whitney.
Pleasure.
And, uh... you know Joe.
Joe. Hey. How are ya?
Ah, so...
Well, I'm shopping for some new place mats.
What are you boys shopping for?
Oh, uh, we were just getting a gift
for a couple of friends of ours, Jerry and Gordon.
Oh, my gosh! Are you two going
to Jerry and Gordy's commitment ceremony?
That's wonderful. You know Jerry and Gordon? He knows
Jerry and Gordon, too. You know, when you, when you spoke
of your partnership with Nash, I alwayswondered
if you were being...
euphemistic.
JOE: Oh, yeah, I was.
I mean, I-I wasn't. I, uh...
PEPE: I have to say,
the two of you make a very striking couple.
NASH: Place mats.
Um, let me show you...
Yum. Hmm.
Who are Jerry and Gordy?
I haven't heard you mention them before.
Well, listen, can we talk about this
a little bit later? I mean, um...
I mean, we're going to see each other
tomorrow night, and I'll, I'll take...
Sure. No problem, Nash.
No, no, no... I know where the placemats are.
No, Whitney, look, really, I... I'll see you later.
Hmm...
Joe?
Come on, we have to go, dear.
Oh, uh, I'll see you at Jerry and Gordon's.
Yes. Bye-bye. All right, bye-bye.
Good-bye, Nash!
(chuckles)
Think he can pull this off, Nash-man?
It's the last best chance we got.
(phone rings)
Nash.
Hi. Is this a good time?
Um, sure.
Well, I know how busy you are.
Look, I won't be able to make it tomorrow night.
Really? Why?
My sister's going to call
from Madagascar.
The phone service is a disaster over there.
So, uh, I have to stick around and wait for her call.
See you at work tomorrow. Bye.
Uh, Whitney?
(phone beeps off)
She blew you off, huh? Bummer.
Don't you have anything else better to do?
No, not really.
(knock at door)
(Nash groans)
Hey. Hey.
Where you been, man?
How's it going?
Very good, Tony.
How you doing?
Come.
Hey, psst.
FOSS: You been talking to anybody?
TONY: Yeah, right. About what?
You been over to the SIU
or something?
What're you talking about?
Tony. What're you talking about?
TONY: Whoa! Wait, wait, wait.
Foss is bluffing.
There's no way he's going to blow this deal
and neither are we.
Let it play.
Was that really necessary, man?
Shut up. The money's ready.
Okay, put the deal together.
All right. Lucky guess.
Talk to you later, all right?
I'll see you man. All right. Just relax.
BRIDGES: Uh-huh.
Yeah.
Good.
(sighs)
We missed the ceremony.
Now we're gonna have to make apologies.
Well, if anything changes,
you get a hold of me right away.
Got it? Okay.
Evan and Bryn are set up at the meeting site.
It's a wrecking yard off of 25th Street and Tennessee.
You know, it's your fault we're late.
We could've been on time.
Oh, speaking of on time, according to Tony B.,
Foss and the buyers show up in three hours.
How long can this take?
I mean, we come in, blend in, find Tim,
get the ring, and we're out of here.
Brilliant, I like that.
Where is he? Let's go.
Hello.
Oh, hey, Pepe.
How you doing? Good. You missed the ceremony.
Ah, you know... It was so moving.
The two of them looked so handsome together.
(chuckles) We got caught in traffic.
Oh, of course.
Uh, do you know where the, uh, reception table is?
Ah, over there.
Oh.
Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to cruise the buffet.
Okay. Bye.
We'll run into you later.
See, now aren't you glad I insisted
we get them a nice gift?
(sighs)
Mmm.
I love weddings.
The music, the atmosphere, the food.
You sure you don't want anything?
Didn't we meet in pottery class?
No.
Hi, it's me.
What's up?
EVAN: Yeah, all's quiet.
Bryn's out checking the perimeter.
(data squealing over phone line)
Well, that's good.
You know, this is a party.
You could forget work for one afternoon.
Stay alert.
I'll be in touch.
Um, you might want to-- you know, between bites
and stuffing your face with that cake--
kind of just glance around, see if you see Tim anywhere.
Uh, you remember, that is why we're here.
Well, that and your love of weddings.
(grunts)
There he is.
(chattering, laughing)
I love weddings.
Come on, honey.
Nash, I don't really know if I want to dance right now.
Get over here.
I'm leading.
Okay, I'm nervous.
Hmm?
Hey, would you get
off of my feet?
And stop looking at your own.
Hey, you try to learn
how to dance backwards in one dance.
I see the ring.
DOMINGUEZ: Yeah, so do I.
I'm having such a great time, Bill.
Tim.
Hi. Nash Bridges.
We met at Jack Conrad's house.
We had a long conversation about the 49ers, remember?
Right, of course.
Yeah. Good to see you, Nash.
How have you been? (applause)
Really good, really good, terrific.
Um, you know my partner, Joe Dominquez.
Nice to meet you, Joe.
Uh, Joe, you remember Bill.
Hey. Hi, Joe.
Great party, huh?
Yeah, great.
Good. Bye.
Come on, bubba.
Let's go to a bust.
Don't you want to get the ring?
Aren't you glad the magic hasn't
gone out of our relationship?
I love you; you know that?
(microphone feedback squeals) Testing.
Can you hear me?
There we go.
(chuckles)
Everybody, your attention.
Your attention please, everybody.
I would like to take this opportunity...
Come on, come on, let's go.
That's rude.
...to toast the newlyweds.
Just stay for a minute, come on.
But, before I get to Gordy and Jerry,
I would like to acknowledge my future husband.
Wherever he is.
(laughter)
Come say hi.
Cheers.
Mmm.
Ooh, I would also like to toast another special couple
who have been together for 20 years,
and who remind us
on this special day,
that true love really does last forever.
(crowd aahing)
Joe Dominquez and Nash Bridges.
(applause, aahing)
(both chuckle)
Hi, Joe.
(quietly): Okay, we can go now.
Okay, honey.
Thank you, honey.
(sighs)
We're done in this town.
I'm gonna kill you.
Okay. Yeah.
Get your hand off my... (laughing)
(rhythmic drum beat playing)
BRIDGES: Oh, here we go.
Showtime.
EVAN: There's Mr. Tang.
DOMINGUEZ: Why do these guys
always have to have two bodyguards?
I mean,
why not just one?
If you can have two, why not three?
I mean, why does it always have to be two?
I'm thinking it's a question of enough room in the car.
(laughter)
Come on, girls, we haven't got all day.
TANG: Show him the money.
That's it, come to papa.
And... gentlemen.
All right.
Looks good to me.
Bryn, you stick with Tony B.
Evan, you and Joe, you got the buyers.
DOMINGUEZ: Yeah.
I'll take Foss.
Freeze, Police!
Grab the money!
(shouting)
Let's go!
Come on!
*
Freeze!
Whoa, don't shoot!
I'm not going anywhere.
Whoa! Stop making me run.
(mutters)
DOMINGUEZ: Freeze. Drop it.
Drop that gun right now.
Now get over there.
Hold it right there!
Don't shoot! It's a little late for that.
DOMINGUEZ: Put your hands on the car!
Put your weapon on the car!
Put your hands on your head!
*
(ignition sputtering)
(metal groaning)
(ignition sputtering)
Give it up, Foss!
I'm gonna kill you!
(gun clicks empty)
This is one dumb bad guy.
(Foss screams)
(crash)
Easy, baby.
You're done.
Come on out of there.
Get down.
Right there, get down.
(grunts)
(sighs)
You got the ring, right?
Yeah, I got the ring.
Oh, good. I thought you might have lost it in the gun battle.
You know, uh, you were really brave out there today.
Well, thank you, bubba.
Did you ever consider using a moisturizer?
What?
Well, you know, I noticed that your skin
gets a little dry during the winter.
You know, you're outdoors a lot, and it might help.
All right, all right, all right, all right.
Just knock it off.
The case is over, finito.
What?
The case, the ring, uh,
Jerry, Gordy, Tim, Bill, Pepe, the whole caboodle.
It's finished, done.
I was just talking to you as a friend.
I didn't know you were so touchy.
I won't say another word.
That's good. Don't.
Do you think Pepe meant it
when he said we made a really attractive couple?
(laughs)
I never gave it a second thought.
I'm sure he's not the first one who's ever thought about it.
Stop it!
(mouthing)
You know what? And I'm gonna tell Conrad the truth, too.
About what?
About us.
About how we're not a couple.
Why? What's the point?
The case is over, we got the ring back.
You have to fix your divots in life, bubba.
(equipment clanking and whirring, people shouting)
Jack...
does this resemble it?
Well played, men.
Well, listen, there's something else I need to tell you.
JACK: About Tim?
Did he mention me?
Uh, no, it wasn't about that.
Oh, I see.
BRIDGES: Well, we didn't really have
much time for conversation. Right.
I mean, you can't expect
relationships to last forever.
People move on.
Now-now, you guys,
20 years.
Now, that...
...that's really something.
I'm sorry.
What, uh, what'd you want to tell me?
I just wanted to say, I'll always be your biggest fan.
Well, that's real sweet.
All right, I'm gonna go sign off
on the paperwork on Foss, and then we'll go
get a beer or something, all right?
DOMINGUEZ: Sounds good to me. Hi.
Hey.
I thought you had to wait for a phone call.
I got it.
Um, can you excuse us for a second?
(chuckles)
BRIDGES: Uh... so, it's about yesterday.
Today was a big misunderstanding.
I know.
I feel the same way.
You do?
Yeah, I overreacted.
This is so complicated.
Things so complicated.
Does it bother you that I'm your father's nurse?
(laughs)
Not at all.
Okay.
Can we still meet tonight?
(chuckles)
I mean, I don't know,
if Joe's waiting in the car, you might...
Well, I did have a date with him, but, you know...
Yeah.
He's my best friend and the greatest guy in the world.
He'll understand.
Yeah, right.
Hey, uh, bubba.
Nash, man, uh, I forgot I have to go in to
the, uh, get that thing, for Inger,
that, you know, inside, that thing.
Oh, yes, for Inger.
Yeah. The thing.
Yeah.
Got it.
Why do I get the feeling that he knows what's going on?
BRIDGES: What?
Just because he couldn't remember the name of the thing?
(Whitney chuckles)
For Inger.
(both laugh)
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