(ship horn blowing)
Look, my tooth is killing me.
Let me just go to the dentist, have it taken care of,
and then I'll come back and we'll finish
this little discussion, okay?
Do I have to stand here and listen
to this idiot complain about his tooth?
Is this how you do business, Earl?
That's how I stay in business.
From what I hear,
Señor Lobos here didn't just
put the deal together, Mr. Malone.
From what I hear, he's a San Francisco cop.
And since he brought you to me,
that would make you a cop, too, wouldn't it?
(chuckles): What?
(laughs)
Now, that's a good fantasy.
That's a nice one.
It is all very interesting.
But you see, I'm late to meet my sister for a drink.
And I want to get one thing very clear:
I am here to buy ten shipping containers
full of brand-new boxed computers
off a boat from Taipei.
That's all I'm interested in talking about.
Now, do you want to do the deal or not?
Oh, we're gonna make the deal.
In about 90 seconds.
(creaking, clattering)
(mechanical rumbling)
Play one of the best new FPS shooters, search Steam for PROJECT WARLOCK
Oh, I get it.
You mean, as soon as this bridge crushes him.
That's exactly right.
So, if I stand here
and let this idiot die,
that'll prove to you that I'm not a cop?
That's the price of doing business.
(scoffs)
I got no problem with that.
Let's rock.
See you, sucker.
DOMINGUEZ: Wait, wait a minute.
Can I say something here for a minute?
No, but feel free to scream.
I can't. It hurts my mouth too much when I open it that wide.
Oh, God.
Well, we got some time.
Here, let me show you something.
I been doing this stuff since I was a kid.
You're gonna like this. Watch this.
This is good, this is cool.
I take a regular hundred dollar bill,
tear it once,
twice.
Just for good measure, we'll just tear it one more time.
All right, I take the whole thing,
put it in this hand.
Check it out, now.
Right into this hand.
Ready?
Hold it. Got it?
Take a look at it. What do you got?
But that's not the really best part.
Check this out. Look at this.
Bullets.
From your gun.
Now, that's magic.
(grunting)
(gunshot)
(grunts)
Hold it. Nash!
Hey, Nash, come on, man!
All right, all right.
Go stop the bridge first.
No, no, no, there's not enough time.
Oh, man, hurry up, man.
Wow, a double bowline.
You don't see these much anymore.
Okay, come on.
Oh, come on, man. All right.
Go. Here we go. All right, we're there.
Okay-- Oops.
Tighter than I thought it was gonna be.
Come on, baby! Come on!
I can't believe you used that old bullet gag from,
what, 1987 with the Hermosa Brothers?
(sirens approaching) What are you talking about?
Pinch yourself. You're all right, aren't you?
Isn't the same circumstances, man.
What are you talking about?
It worked, didn't it?
Nice of you guys to show up.
Great timing. Thank you very much.
I was almost pressed ham. Man, oh, man.
I'm in so much damn trouble.
OFFICER: Got a man down over here. Come on, pick up.
Joe, I got to go meet Stacy.
I'm gonna leave you to clean up.
Got it. Take care.
All right, let's go.
(woman singing over bluesy organ riff)
(line ringing)
(car horn honks)
Come on, Stace, pick up!
Hello.
Hi.
You here for the party?
Oh, no.
I'm waiting for somebody else.
(scattered applause)
MAN (in distance): How old are you?
I can't imagine anybody standing you up.
(chuckles)
I'm Chaz.
Stacy.
It's a pleasure.
I'm waiting for my brother.
He's always got one good excuse or another.
(camera clicking, sound distorted)
(distant, echoing laughter)
Whoo!
(distorted): Bye! Thanks!
(phone ringing)
(distant, echoing laughter)
Don't scare her.
Ready to party, baby?
(laughing)
That's a pretty bracelet.
(voice distorted)
(engine stops)
Stacy?
(chuckles)
BRIDGES (over intercom): Stacy.
(whispers): What did she say?
Under the cactus, on the cactus?
(laughing)
I'm gonna kill P.J., man.
Stacy? Stace?
(dog barking in distance)
(car pulling away)
Stacy.
Nash.
Are you all right?
Where is everybody?
We were having a party.
(sighs)
Party's over, Sis.
No, no, no, we don't need an ambulance,
but send a paramedic. Yeah.
I brought Whitney with me.
Thought you might like some company. Hi.
I made some coffee for starters.
Thanks.
You're both so sweet.
Darling, listen to me.
Can you remember anything about last night?
I vaguely recall a man at the bar.
I think it was a man.
I mean, I-I can't remember his face.
It's a blank.
(dogs barking in distance)
Mom's antique bracelet.
They took it.
That was my favorite thing I had of hers.
Come on, sweetheart. (sobs)
It's okay.
God, Nash, I feel so stupid
for being taken advantage of like this.
No, don't do that.
Don't do that, now.
I can't believe this happened.
It could happen to anybody.
(sighs)
Now, listen, I'll tell you what, I'll make you a deal.
I'll catch the bastards, and you put them away.
Deal.
(chuckles)
Will you stay with her for a minute? Yeah.
I'm gonna check with the guys.
Evan, you're just the man I wanted to see.
What'd you get?
Uh, I just talked to Vice, and they reported
seven sexual assaults in the past six weeks.
Uh, five women and two men.
It's the same M.O.
They meet somebody in a bar, they end up drugging them
and then assaulting them in their own house.
Uh, there was some cash and jewelry that was stolen,
but for the most part, seems to be about just the sex.
And, uh, Stacy's the only one that wasn't raped.
Luckily, you interrupted their flow.
Yeah, thank God.
All right, you tell Vice that I want copies
of all their case files.
Tell them SIU's taking this one over, and take no crap.
(sirens wailing in distance)
Go and get that tooth fixed.
Oh, it'll be fine.
It just hurts when it's exposed to heat or cold or saliva.
Get it fixed. (sighs)
Ma'am, this is a crime scene. You can't come in here.
SAMANTHA: I'm a friend of the victim.
She asked me to be here.
STACY: Sam.
Stacy, oh, my God.
Are you all right?
STACY: Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
STACY: I'm still shaken up.
Nash. Uh-huh?
Isn't that, uh...
SAMANTHA: Oh, my God,
I was so worried about you.
Let's go upstairs, okay?
Are you sure?
Yeah.
Wow, she's still looking pretty good.
Yeah.
I thought you broke up with her.
I did.
Hi, Sam.
Nash. Hi.
So, h-have you seen a doctor?
Uh, yeah, I'm fine.
God, this is awkward as hell.
(laughs)
No kidding.
This is what I wanted to talk to you about last night.
Nash, your sister and I
are, uh...
I get it.
It just happened.
And I wanted to thank you for introducing us.
You changed my life, Nash.
(laughs): Oh.
That's good, I think.
I'm not sure quite how to take that.
Don't be upset.
Oh, I'm not upset.
Stacy, you're my sister.
I don't give a damn about
whatever the thing is with you two.
I just want to make sure you're okay.
I'm not quite sure if I'm ready for Dad to hear about this yet.
Well, he's certainly not gonna hear it from me.
Boss, that toxicology report just came in.
We got Pentothal, traces of diazepam,
the generic for Valium and lots of Rohypnol.
Evan, check out The Blue Room, where Stacy was last night.
Bryn, comb through the evidence on the previous cases,
and don't miss anything.
And you check out all the other hospitals around town,
see if they're missing these same drugs.
Right.
I'll go with him.
No, you're gonna get that tooth fixed,
or I'm gonna tie a string around it and put it
on the bumper of the 'Cuda and pull it myself.
That's not a bad idea.
(metal clinking)
Open.
(chuckles)
Yeah, I was, uh, lucky
you got a cancellation in your appointment book.
Uh-huh. I was gonna go to one of those,
uh, uh, clinics downtown, you know,
but I read the fine print, and it said, uh,
"first come, first served basis," you know,
which I guess is, uh, Swedish for
"Bring a sleeping bag." (laughing)
I'm glad we had a cancellation.
Yeah, me, too. Open.
Huh?
Wider.
Uh-huh.
Ah!
(grunts) Aha.
Uh-huh.
(phone ringing)
Excuse me. (sighs)
Hold this, please.
Yeah, doctor's office.
Uh, this is Dr. Hartman.
She's out today.
Uh-huh. Tuesday.
Yeah, what time Tuesday?
4:15?
Okay.
No, that's good.
Uh-huh, see you then.
Forgive me.
I'm a little shorthanded.
Open.
Since my...
wife left me. (groans)
She was my receptionist.
Uh-huh.
My hygienist. Ow.
She ran my office. Ow!
My chair. Ooh.
My life. (groans)
And then one day she just... up and left me.
Just like that.
What, she get a better offer or something?
No, she said she needed some space.
I haven't replaced her because I'm hoping she's coming back.
It's been really hard
not having her here.
Is that her in those pictures over there?
Yeah, yeah, that's Whitney.
Um, you have an impacted wisdom tooth.
We're gonna have to extract it.
Yeah.
Say, "Aah."
Huh?
Aah. (whimpering)
Let me see the new leads.
The price has gone up.
Excuse me?
No, you heard me. The price has gone up.
From now on, it's gonna be 500 bucks a lead.
This is getting too dangerous for me.
After that little fiasco last night,
we should be getting a rebate.
Let me remind you that we've been very generous
to give you anything at all.
I mean, remember those jars
of stolen prescription methamphetamines
I have with your fingerprints all over them?
Yes.
Well, all I'd have to do is drop them
into hospital security, wouldn't I?
They'd run the prints, and they'd find yours.
You know, from when you were in the mental hospital?
Ooh, let's do him.
BRIDGES: Hi there, bubba.
Now, don't you feel better?
(mumbling): I feel worse.
LEEK: What'd he say?
He says he feels worse.
Hey, Joe, can you do Brando?
(muffled): I've got to keep the packing in for another 20 minutes.
What was that?
He says he's got to keep the packing in
for the next 20 minutes.
What do you got for me, Harve?
Oh, yeah.
St. Viviana's is reporting
short counts on their Rohypnol stocks.
Uh, Nash, there was a birthday party
at The Blue Room last night,
and there was a photographer there
and I had the lab blow these photos up.
(mumbling): They definitely seem to be together?
Huh? Huh?
He said they definitely seem to be together.
Did you ask the bartender if he could recognize this one?
Yeah, I did. He didn't have a clue.
Get a copy of this over to Stacy's office.
See if she recognizes her.
(indistinct mumbling)
That's a good idea.
We're going to St. Viviana's.
DOMINGUEZ: If she looks like that, they definitely will.
Yeah, well, you certainly would.
(muffled mumbling)
No, we're not stopping for any of that.
You'd get it all over the car.
God, that was the longest 20 minutes of my life
outside of my prostrate exam.
Excuse me, where are you thinking on putting that?
I was thinking the ashtray.
Yeah, well, I'm thinking you wrap it in this
until we pass a city trash can.
Something else bothering you, bubba?
As a matter of fact, there is.
What is it?
Uh, okay, say, uh, you're a shepherd, right?
And, uh, one day
this goat wanders into your yard.
And it's a beautiful goat,
and it gives great milk,
and you, uh, really get attached to it, you know.
And, uh... What is this, a Bible story?
Look, the goat has to come from somewhere, right?
And so, sure enough, one day, uh,
a farmer shows up and he claims his goat.
What are you talking about?
Okay, you know that dentist that you made me go to?
Yeah? He's married to your Whitney.
(tires squealing)
What did you say?
Small world, huh?
I mean, I pick a dentist out of the hat
and he happens to be married to your dad's nurse.
You know, the woman you happen to be sleeping with.
I'm sorry, man.
Wait a minute.
How do you know that he's married to Whitney?
Oh, bubba, he had her pictures up all over.
I mean, then he says that
she walked out on him three months ago.
You okay? You want me to drive?
I'm in shock.
I'm not insane.
Just don't shoot the messenger,
or get him in a car wreck!
DOMINGUEZ: Hey, brother, you gonna be okay?
Oh, sure, why not?
I mean, I finally meet a woman that I really like
and she turns out to be somebody else's goat.
No problem.
Hi, excuse us.
Inspectors Bridges and Dominquez.
The personnel director sent us down here.
We're looking for this woman.
She's the one on the left.
That's Sean Collins.
Oh, yeah? You know where we could find her?
I don't know exactly where she is.
She's a pharmacy liaison nurse.
She's somewhere on the ward.
Oh, great. Well, we'll just look around.
Thanks. Thank you.
Ms. Collins, we'd like to have a word with you.
Who are you?
Uh, we're police inspectors, Ms. Collins.
Wow.
Am I in trouble?
Ah, we just need a little information.
About what?
Well, like, say, where you were last night
between 8:00 and midnight.
I was barhopping.
I do that sometimes. I like to meet people.
Did you happen to stop off at The Blue Room?
No.
Was anybody with you?
No, I like to prowl alone.
It's more fun that way.
Would you take a look at this photo, Ms. Collins?
See, that photo was taken last night.
Guess where?
Beats me.
Why, at The Blue Room.
Now how can that be, since, uh, you said
you weren't at The Blue Room last night?
You know, that's a very clever little trick.
You both get gold stars.
See you later.
Hmm.
No, honey, I think you see me now.
You remember leaving the bar with her last night?
No.
All right, stay put.
According to this, Rohypnol has been disappearing
from central supply at St. Viviana's.
Tighter security.
Come on, guys.
There are over 1,500 employees at St. Viviana's.
Are you gonna grill each one of them like you're grilling me?
Or maybe just the women.
Or do you like to grill the men, too?
I'll tell you what I do find titillating.
The thought of you behind bars.
You're kinkier than I thought.
Let's get back to this, uh, photo, Sean.
All right, you caught me.
I was at The Blue Room last night. Big deal.
Is it a crime?
Who's the other woman in the photograph?
I don't know.
Did you leave with her?
Nope.
Okay.
Come on, guys.
Will you please check to see
if my lawyer's here yet?
I'd really like to go home.
Pretty please?
We got a photo of two people sitting at a bar.
In legal terms, we got zippola.
We still got the missing drugs from St. Viviana's.
Uh, no, disregard the previous information.
It turns out six other Bay Area hospitals are missing Rohypnol.
Ergo, still no case. (phone ringing)
This is Stacy.
STACY: No, look in my desk.
Yeah. Yeah.
Excuse me. I'm Barron Gaines.
I represent Ms. Sean Collins.
I'd like to see her, please.
I've got to call you back.
Charlie, take Mr. Gaines back to see his client.
That's him, I feel it.
Who him? The attorney?
Yeah. I think he was in on it.
He reminds me of the guy at the bar.
The guy that picked you up at the bar is Sean's attorney?
Can you believe it?
He looked me right in the eye and didn't miss a beat.
Can you positively I.D. him?
Can you place him at your apartment?
No.
I can't even confront them.
I mean, as the victim, I shouldn't even be here.
But as Assistant District Attorney,
you have every right to be here.
That's cool.
Let's cruise. Joe.
This is A.D.A. Bridges.
She'll be handling the prosecution.
I wasn't aware that my client was being charged with anything.
We're working on it.
Well, work on it on your own time.
Have we met, Mr. Gaines?
You're absolutely right.
We have, at the bar.
The California Bar Association dinner last May.
It's good seeing you again.
Yeah. BARRON: Come on, Sean.
Bye, boys. (Barron chuckles)
NICK: Hi, Son.
Hey, Nick.
Hey.
Hi.
Hi, Sis. Hey.
How's, um...
Hi-Hi, Nash. Hi.
Do we, uh, know each other?
I feel the same way, too.
(mouthing)
NICK: Stacy?
Could you have a seat with Dan, keep him company?
I'd like to talk with Nash for a second.
Great.
(clears throat)
All right, Nick, what's up?
Who's he?
Dan Buelow. Arnie Buelow's son.
You remember Arnie Buelow,
he used to be my roommate at Three Oaks.
Oh, oh, yeah, the guy with the, uh, bushy eyebrows.
Yeah. Hmm.
Well, before Arnie died,
he made me promise to look after his son.
Dan.
Who is now all alone and divorced.
So, I'm putting together a little dinner party.
It's about time Stacy got into a
serious relationship, don't you think?
Oh, yeah.
I'm all in favor of people having relationships.
Whitney?
I want to thank you so much for coming over to Stacy's.
It really meant a lot to me.
Oh, whoops, that-that's fine.
I mean, I was happy to do it.
It seemed like it made her feel better.
Um, listen, we need to talk.
Oh, can we do it later?
It's just that I'm running late.
I have to go to the airport to pick up my sister.
She's flying in from Madagascar.
Oh. Well, okay, yeah.
Thanks.
Thanks, I'll see you later.
Okay, yeah, sure. Have fun.
Oh, we will.
Nash, come and get to know Dan.
He's a terrific guy.
With pleasure.
So...
Dan, what line of work are you in?
Uh, I'm in commercials.
Now, you know, Stacy used to have her own radio show.
You're kidding.
Really? That was in college.
Oh.
So, are you a writer?
No.
Producer?
No, no. (laughs)
You guys'll never guess.
He's a celebrity.
Stacy, that's exciting, huh?
Oh. Yes!
My God.
Well, let me, uh... May I?
Oh, sure.
(clears throat)
(amplified): Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!
The monster car rally of the century!
See the 66-inch wheels of Rick Rodger's Road Warrior
roll over the competition!
See the Hercules Humvee
squash its way across six lanes of traffic!
Plus, big cars, little cars, crazy cars!
The funniest cars you've ever seen!
All at the Golden State Fairgrounds!
Take 280 to the Cow Palace off-ramp.
Children under 12 admitted free with an adult paid admission.
(laughter) Aw, that is rich, Dan.
(chuckles): I'll say.
That's rich, huh, Stace?
Wealthy.
Give me back the picture, Sean.
Look, all they got is circumstantial evidence.
I'd like to keep it that way, all right?
Are you kidding?
That was an incredible rush today.
You and I at the police station,
surrounded by all of those cops.
I've been more turned on.
What...
are you turning into a boring guy
on me, Barron?
I want to do this guy tonight.
He'll never expect it.
God, you drive me crazy. Yeah.
(indistinct chatter)
(loud music playing)
*
(distorted, echoing laughing)
*
(distant, echoing): Now, I want you to be a good boy.
(echoing laughing) Just stand there and be a good boy.
No. No.
Oh, yes.
No.
No. No.
What are you doing?
Barron!
Get off her.
(grunts)
*
DOMINGUEZ: That could've been Stacy here.
BRIDGES: Tell me about it.
CORTEZ: Seems like the closer we get, the kinkier they get.
Something like that.
Holy moly, our lovebirds have graduated to homicide, huh?
Did you get the rundown on the other victims.
Got a couple of hesitant matches, Nash,
but nobody can positively I.D. Sean or Barron.
Well, that sucks.
Not entirely-- listen to what Bryn dug up.
Apparently, every one of our victims
has been admitted to St. Viviana's during the last year.
When you check in to a hospital,
you have to give 'em a lot of information. Mm-hmm.
You certainly do.
Excuse me. Yeah.
Hold on a second, I want to see that. Sure.
(chuckles): Check it out, boys.
St. Viviana's admission card.
Now we're rollin'.
Hi, there.
Inspectors Bridges and Dominquez.
Maybe you can help us out.
How?
Uh, are you familiar
with this woman here...
No.
What are you asking me for?
Wait a minute, where are you going?
Who else has access to, uh, patients' records?
What do you mean, does she?
DOMINGUEZ: Well, you tell us.
Tell you what?
What we ask you.
Wh-What are you even doing here?
What's the matter with you? Wh-What did she say?
Did she say... she said it was me?
She said it was me? Hey, easy, easy, buddy, just take it easy.
I'm not going down for that bitch! Hey, hey! Hey!
(yelling) Hey, Nash! BRIDGES: Put him down!
DOMINGUEZ: Hey, man! Hey! What are you doing?
Wait, wait!
WOMAN: Somebody get an officer!
(people chattering excitedly)
I had him.
DOMINGUEZ: So, did you give Ken Miller's file to Sean?
Why? What if I did?
Uh, he's dead.
That makes you an accessory to murder.
You do know what that means, don't you?
Or do I have to spell it out for you?
Hey, I didn't have anything to do with that.
I don't have anything to do with that.
Why don't you just tell us how this deal works.
Hey, you can talk to us now,
or you can save it for your prison memoirs.
So, are you, are you saying...
so, you're saying that if I tell you what I know,
then I won't go to jail, right?
(chuckles): No. No, no.
You're gonna go jail.
The difference is that if you work with us,
you might get out in time
to join the World Wrestling Federation.
World Wr... WWF?
Wow, okay.
All right, let me break this down for you, okay?
What they look for
is a certain profile, okay?
They want blond women
and really, really good looking men in their 30s.
Plus, um, they want them disease free.
That means, uh, HIV negative.
Oh.
And, um, money.
So, what I do is,
I give them a couple choices,
and then then they give me a couple hundred bucks.
But I never get involved in that sex.
Yeah, okay.
Yeah, I believe you.
Nash. Excuse me.
(chuckles): Well, the office just ran our boy's particulars.
Pollard was most recently a resident at Atascadero,
but he's intimate with a couple of mental institutions
in Missouri as well.
He's not even gonna get charged with a crime?
No. Our boy gets the rubber toys.
So that makes his testimony meaningless to us.
So, uh, P.J., uh, how did you get hired here?
Um, well, I lied on my application,
and, um, Sean's my second cousin.
Ah, the old second cousin, mental institution,
nepotism thing is playing now, huh?
Um, P.J.,
when is the, uh, next time
you're gonna give Sean a new profile?
Supposed to be tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
That's good.
Wow, that looks delicious.
My mother's recipe.
Now, wait.
There's a secret sauce that goes with 'em.
Do you remember... (speaking inaudibly)
WHITNEY: He's been cooking all day?
You know, it's not polite to whisper.
Oh, you're right. I'm sorry.
What'd I miss?
(chuckles): It was nothing.
Itwassomething, because you didwhisper.
(exhales) But you choose
not to tell us, and that's your prerogative.
Sis, I think you're overreacting just a little, huh?
Boy, these look fabulous.
Well, then, let's make sure
the rest of the conversation tonight is between everyone.
Well, do you think I'm wrong?
Oh, no, sweetheart, not at all.
I'm just trying to keep the peace here.
STACY: That's pretty hard to do,
because I don't think my brother is.
(laughs): What?
I didn't do anything.
I'm just sitting here
waiting for the secret artichoke sauce.
It's all a competition with you, isn't it, Nash?
You're all of a sudden
interested in Sam again because I'm going out with her.
(car horn honking in distance)
Well, this is interesting.
So, what, you two are a couple?
I'm with her; she's with him.
Or at least that's the way it was when we came in.
DAN: Oh.
Well, I guess that makes me...
(amplified): nowhere, nowhere, nowhere!
The amazing dateless man!
So long without a woman,
he's practically a virgin again.
I'm sorry.
I hope your dad doesn't feel too bad
that his dinner party imploded.
(chuckles)
I'm sure we'll all survive.
Yeah, yeah.
What'd you want to talk about?
(sighs)
(chuckles)
How best to put this?
(sighs)
Joe had a bad tooth.
So he randomly selected a dentist
out of the Yellow Pages.
Now, this dentist's name was Bruce Hartman.
And Dr. Hartman claims that you're his wife.
I am.
You should have told me.
I tried to.
But you didn't.
(sighs)
I know.
It was wrong.
Every time I tried to tell you, Nash,
something would happen, or I just couldn't.
I'm sorry.
You don't know what it's like after eight years
of marriage.
I felt like I was losing my identity.
My marriage wasn't about love
anymore, it was about running a business.
And it-it's just so different with you.
I'm excited, I feel alive again.
Is it over with him?
I don't know.
(chuckles)
Well, you're gonna have to go back
and figure it out, aren't you.
Yeah.
I know.
Believe me, I want to get things resolved once and for all.
Then I want to come back.
I'll be here.
LEEK: Do you know what a full body wax costs?
No more unsightly body hair for you
when this comes off.
Okay, here's your three new candidates.
Hey.
These are them.
DOMINGUEZ: Hey, you're sharp as a button, aren't ya?
Hey, do I have to wear this wire?
Well, it's a precaution for us, you know,
in case you decide to tell them our plan.
What, you don't trust me?
Duh.
P.J.: Okay, guys, I'm walking up the steps now. Give it a rest, Harve.
I think it's going my way.
I'm at the door. She's a black widow, man.
Okay, I'm knocking on the door. I can change her, Harve. I know I can.
Sean. I'm here. (knocking on door)
(shouting): Darling, company!
Something to drink?
Oh, no, thank you. I'm fine.
I was talking about us.
Go make us some scotch and sodas, all right?
And hurry up.
You look nervous, P.J.
Nervous? No, I'm...
You know, I just don't feel real good.
Maybe you got a bug.
Look, honey.
I like this one.
Yeah, she's good. Yeah.
Bartender, could I have another drink please.
Certainly, ma'am.
I told you they'd pick me.
Lush.
Hi.
Could I have a gin and tonic.
I'm Chaz Ellis.
Suzanne Jones.
Pleasure.
Nice to meet you.
Do you mind?
Do you mind moving down one? Sure.
I got it.
Excuse me, sir. This is a non-smoking bar.
What? Please. If you don't mind.
This is a bar. What do you mean, you can't smoke?
Jerk.
Nash.
CORTEZ: The party's started.
That's good. Keep, me wired.
Okay, guys, get inside and set up.
(people chattering)
(Carson laughs)
Boss, it's in play. They're leaving.
All right, Harve, stay close, but don't get made.
Yeah.
(laughing)
How you doing, baby?
I'm fine. Come here.
Whoo!
I got something for you. What?
Ow.
What's wrong?
Nothing a little shot
of ketamine and Pentothal won't fix.
Her pupils weren't even dilated.
Just don't O.D. her, Sean, all right?
Don't tell me how to do my business.
CARSON: Aw, I want out.
No you don't, baby.
We're gonna go to your condo and we're gonna party, party, party.
I don't have a condo.
I have an apartment.
What do you mean you don't have a condo? I don't.
Where do you live? 3802 Ardmore Street.
Did you say Ardmore?
Yes. What, you move?
I just put up new curtains.
She put up new curtains.
Great, Ardmore's behind us.
CARSON: Yep.
(tires squealing)
Nash, they pulled a reverse.
They went onto the 280 South.
They disappeared.
DOMINGUEZ: Five George 31.
We need an APB on a green '97 Jaguar,
license plate Edward-David-Zebra-5-7-4.
Officer being held.
Last seen headed south on 280 at Oakdale.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
280 South.
Didn't Bryn just move to a place off the 280 in the Excelsior District?
Party, party...
Voila.
I hope you like my decoration technique.
I'm gonna paint the place
as soon as I get my next overtime check.
Whoa, whoa.
Got to sit down.
Barron, come here. Hold on.
I said come here.
Check this out.
She's a cop, Barron.
I am a police inspector.
And, by the way, you're both
under arrest.
It's a set-up.
I swear to God, I'm cursed.
Now what?
You stay up here with her.
I'm gonna go around downstairs
and come up behind them.
Barron, wait.
Just do it, Sean, all right? Come here, baby.
Calm down. What?
Come here. (yells)
Sean?
Sean.
I'm sorry, baby,
but I like to travel light.
Don't worry.
You won't remember I did this to you.
Is she okay? Yeah, she's fine.
She's just out of it.
Sean.
BARRON: Sean! Sean!
Sean!
We got to try and take him alive if we can.
Son of a bitch.
He's got to run out of bullets soon.
One would hope.
All right, try and get his attention,
when I get down the stairs.
(gunshot)
Sean!
Hey.
(trolley bell dinging)
(dog barking)
DOMINGUEZ: Anything?
No, man.
She's long gone, brother.
Hey.
Coffee?
Yeah.
Uh, sorry about the other night.
Yeah, me, too.
Uh, what a trip, huh?
Sam survive all right?
Sam took a job in Dallas for three months
designing a mall.
Today?
Was it the wonderful dinner party, Nash,
or maybe it was my charming personality?
Eh, Sis,
I'm gonna say it's the curse of the Bridges.
Oh, you know what? Hmm?
I do have something for you. What?
Oh, you found it!
Thank you. It was in Barron ding-dong's apartment.
Oh! Anytime.
NICK: Hiya, Stace.
Hey, Dad.
How's my little girl?
Morning, Dad.
Want some coffee?
You bet.
Dad, there's something I've been meaning to tell you.
Stacy?
He's my father and he deserves to know.
Know what?
Dad, um,
Sam and I were more than just friends.
Uh-huh.
Sam was my girlfriend.
Uh-huh.
I'm dating women now.
Uh-huh.
I know you must be disappointed,
but what can I say, that's just the way it is.
Uh-huh.
Stacy, sweetheart,
if you didn't like Dan, you should of said so.
(phone ringing)
(chuckles) Hello.
Yes.
Feel better?
I see.
Okay.
Thank you.
That was the home care agency.
Whitney's not coming back.
I'm sorry.
They're sending someone else over.
Curse of the Bridges.
I liked her.
Yeah, me, too.
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