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(camera shutters clicking)
CARSON: You guys weren't planning
on sleeping in this morning, were you?
No, hell no, I had my three hours.
I was up with the baby, anyways.
CORTEZ: The man has a baby.
What do we got here, angry home inspector?
Looks like our "Castro Killer's" struck again.
Large caliber handgun, muzzle to skin,
two in the chest.
Only difference is, this time he left a witness.
That's not like him.
He's gonna be all right.
The paramedics are loading him into the ambulance now.
Son of a bitch, that's our guy!
DOMINGUEZ: Hey, stop those guys!
Stop that ambulance!
Stop that van!
(siren wailing)
(tires squealing)
Five-George, 31, we're
in pursuit of a stolen medical
paramedic rig, heading east on Saturn.
(siren wailing)
(groans)
(tires squealing)
(horn honking, tires screeching)
We're losin' them.
(siren wailing)
Uh-oh.
I guess it's not as easy to catch 'em
when they got a siren, huh?
Yeah, we got more horsepower, though.
(horn honking)
(tires squealing)
Five-George, 31, suspect vehicle has turned into an alley.
Uh, near, uh, Second...
Between Fourth and Miller.
(distant siren wailing)
This guy's got more lives than a cat.
Don't care how many damn lives he's got, we're gonna skin him.
(woman singing over bluesy organ riff)
(sea lions barking)
Fingerprints from the ambulance
ID our joy-riding phantom as one William Boyd.
Uh, his last foray into crime was 12 years ago.
He was involved in the bombing of Trench Technologies.
Uh, they found his fingerprints
there as well, but he was never caught.
He was never heard from or seen again.
Okay, I'll bite, what's Trench Technologies?
Uh, it's an aerospace firm out by the delta.
Any connection between Boyd and the dead guy at the house?
Not yet.
Ballistics.
Still preliminary,
but it looks like Boyd is not the Castro Killer.
All right, stay on it.
Anything else the CSU guys come up with,
I want to hear about it. Got it.
Okay, so this guy turns up after 12 years,
starts taking apart the walls.
So what's he looking' for?
What was stolen from Trench Technologies?
Zippo. Nothing?
Yeah, if you check page two of your hymnals,
you'll notice that, uh, Boyd had an accomplice,
a fellow named Earl Dobbs.
Dobbs.
He's serving ten to life at San Q, huh?
Right, right.
Court records claim that Dobbs was pissed off
because he believed that Trench Technologies
was dumping toxic waste
in and around his favorite picnic area.
So he decided to do something about it.
You know, your classic, uh,
David versus Goliath kinda thing.
I'm remembering this.
Dobbs became a folk hero for a while, huh?
Right. Oh, yeah.
Then he just faded away,
just like every other hard case up at Q.
Joe, let's take a ride up there,
shake Dobbs' tree, see what falls out.
(mumbling): All right. You guys want me to set this up?
Yeah. I'm gonna run by Lisa's,
and soon as I get back we'll head out. Cool.
I love San Quentin this time of year.
The autumnal rust has that special luster.
Which one is this one?
Chocolate gâteau au framboise.
Mmm.
Oh, oh, that's perfect. This...
That'll sell through the roof.
Lucy, buenos dias.
Nash.
Hi, sweetheart. Hi.
Wow, you look all flushed.
(laughs) What's up?
I have someone I want you to meet.
Robert Croft, my new business partner.
Hi there. Nash Bridges, my ex-husband.
Uh, and, uh, TV repairman.
Nice to meet ya. My pleasure.
Robert's company handles distribution
for 75 restaurant chains across the country.
We just signed an exclusive deal for him
to distribute my desserts.
Wow, that's great. You don't know
how great, Nash.
If all goes according to plan,
my sales will increase five-fold
in a year? Mm-hmm.
(laughing): Damn.
Should've stayed married.
I could've retired early. I was just telling Lisa,
that I've made similar arrangements with a number
of other small companies.
Real estate and the garment
industry primarily,
but they've all done extremely well, so.
This time next year she's liable to be a household name.
That's terrific! Well, look,
I don't want to stand in the way to business,
and I've got TV work to do, so.
Uh, no, no, no, I-I'm the one that's gotta run.
I'll, uh,
take these by and give them
to my lawyer. I'm gonna be out of town
this weekend, but I'll be back on Monday
So I'll, I'll talk to you then, all right, partner. Okay.
Okay, partner.
Pleasure, Nash.
Uh, yeah, good luck. See ya.
Uh, I'll find my way out.
All right, thanks.
Well?
Well, what?
What do you think?
Well, he's perky. (sighs)
He's married to his high school sweetheart.
They have four kids.
Oh, yeah, sure. It's business.
Mmm, business. It is.
Mm-hmm.
(chuckles) (sighs)
Well, it sounds like pretty big business.
You're amazing, you know that?
Oh, well..
Congratulations, Lisa.
Thank you. (chuckles)
You know, uh, are you sure you want me
to do this temporary hookup on the TV?
I mean, you might want
to put a home theater system in
Oh, no. Not just yet. Or something.
(chuckles)
Household name, huh?
Mm-hmm. Hmm, I like it.
That's 'cause it's your name.
(laughs)
(mechanical whirring)
Earl Dobbs.
Inspector Bridges.
My partner, Inspector Dominquez.
Thanks for agreeing to meet with us.
I can see
you're real busy,
so I'll get right to the point.
Ran into
an old runnin' buddy of yours this mornin'...
William Boyd.
We almost ran into him,
I mean, we turned before he hit us.
You bring a few nasty pictures in here
and think I'll start cooperating with ya.
Guess again.
(clears throat): Earl.
Forget it.
This is a furlough.
It's got your name on it.
It means three days on the outside.
All you gotta do is help us find Boyd.
Might be the last chance you see the outside, Earl.
♪ ♪
Robert. Lisa. Hi.
I thought you were out of town?
Uh, well, I was.
I mean, I was supposed to, but, uh...
Well, my appointment canceled.
I was just on my way to the airport.
They don't have it, Bobby. Let's go.
I'll get it next time.
Uh, Celine, this is Lisa Bridges.
One of my business partners.
Very nice to meet you.
Oh, hello.
Celine's an old friend.
Oh.
I'll call ya.
Right.
That was fun.
What's with all the coffeehouses?
It's caffeine.
Plentiful and it's legal.
And it's expensive.
Let's not forget
we're tryin' to track down William Boyd, remember?
So anytime
you're ready to start, we're ready.
Pull over right here.
That's the spot, right there.
So?
Boyd was a biker.
That's a biker bar.
He might be in there. Let's go check it out.
Well, you know, I'm just tryin' to help.
You're bird-doggin' us, aren't ya, Earl?
I'm not. I'm just-just tryin' to be helpful.
(Bridges chuckles)
I get it, Earl.
What's the vig?
What do you want?
Want money, you want me to call the Governor?
Want dinner, you want a girl?
What do you want, a new suit?
I want to see my son.
(hard rock music playing)
MAN: Hey, hi, Bess.
Hey, how are you?
Hi, Glen.
Hey, Bess. Hey, Beck.
Hey, Bess, baby.
Bess!
Hi.
MAN: Hello, Bess.
Boyd.
You're not going to believe this, but I ran out of money.
You know, the money that, uh,
Earl and I took off the Trench job.
It's gone.
Every cent.
What are you... what are you talking about?
Well, I spent my millions, baby.
But with old Earl up at the Q, I don't think
he's had a chance to, uh, spend his yet... do you?
Are you crazy, Boyd?
Earl was broke when he went away.
Come on, Bess.
I know you're saving it for a rainy day.
Guess what.
It's getting pretty cloudy.
Come on.
Walk with me, Bess.
What's the matter?
I can't go through with it.
I don't think I can face him.
When was the last time you saw your son?
Eight years ago.
He's a drug addict.
Got AIDS off a dirty needle.
That's why he's here.
Forget it.
Let's go.
Earl.
We ain't coming back here.
Wait a minute.
Thanks.
(grunts softly)
Hey.
You came.
I knew you would.
How you doing, kid?
Oh, I'm-I'm fine.
I'm fine.
(wheezing)
How are you?
Ah, you know.
I work,
I eat, I watch my back.
They finally let you out, huh?
Temporarily.
Just to see you.
Ah.
Prison reform.
(laughs) Yeah.
That's one progressive place there.
How you doing?
You need anything?
Nah.
You in pain?
(crying): Dad.
Dad.
I'll be back.
Okay.
(handcuffs fastening)
(phone ringing)
Joe Dominguez.
Joe, it's Lisa.
Uh... Don't say my name!
Is Nash with you?
Well, uh, he usually is.
What are you doing for lunch?
Uh, something tells me I'll be talking into a big clown head.
Can you come over?
I need to talk to you.
It's-it's kind of urgent.
Uh... yeah.
Okay, I think I can.
Whatever you do, don't tell Nash.
Okay, got it.
Uh, what's up?
Uh, can you pull over?
I got to run an errand.
Uh, no problem.
I'll drop you.
Where do you need to go?
Uh, it's... kind of personal.
Just-just pull over.
Personal?
Yeah. It's personal.
Uh, this will be fine.
Uh, listen, uh, I'll grab a cab, okay?
Um...
listen, that's my seat.
You can borrow it,
but you can't have it.
I'll catch up with you later, okay?
Bye-bye.
(whistles)
So, you think this guy is cheating on his wife, huh?
I know he is.
Doesn't necessarily make him
a bad business partner. I know.
Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I've got
everything riding on this.
I'd just feel better if I knew more about him.
Does that make any sense?
Yeah, it makes perfect sense.
Uh, why don't you want Nash to know about it?
Because it's always personal with him.
I'm afraid he'll overreact, and...
I don't want him to know how deep I am into this.
Oh. Uh, entrepreneur to entrepreneur,
just, uh, how deeply are you into this?
Well, I rented an industrial space,
bought a refrigerated truck,
hired five additional bakery chefs.
With, uh, taxes, insurance, salaries,
fringe benefits, uh...
How much?
All my savings, plus my IRA.
Everything except Cassidy's college money.
Ow.
Joe, if this deal blows up in my face,
I'll lose everything.
Relax. It's not going to blow up, okay?
I'll investigate and see what this guy's all about, okay?
What's your daily rate?
(chuckling) Get out of here.
No.
I want to pay you. I insist.
Hey, well, I insist that you don't pay me, okay?
Look, I'll find out everything I can,
and I won't tell Nash, and then, uh,
someday, when you're rich and famous,
I'll write a tell-all book, okay?
Nash will kill you.
(chuckles) Well, yeah, hopefully I'll be old enough
and he'll be putting me out of my misery.
Don't worry.
Thank you. Good-bye.
(playing ethereal tune)
Russell Boyd?
Looking for your brother.
Have you seen him?
No, uh, I ain't seen Billy.
Uh, last I heard, he was in Mexico.
How long ago was that?
Oh, ten years, at least.
Why?
If you hear from him,
I want to hear from you, all right?
Oh, he knows better than to get in touch with me.
Hey, you guys want some coffee, something to eat?
Nah. Hey, I do.
What do you got?
Oh, uh, scones,
uh, nonfat scones, biscotti,
um, blueberry muffins, apricot muffins,
um, nonfat, full-fat, uh, nondairy and whey.
Have you got any doughnuts?
Did you bring any money?
How did you run into this guy, uh, Boyd, anyway?
Well, hell, he was a nice enough kind of kid
when he was younger.
He's a killer now.
Guess he changed.
Uh-huh.
And something had to change him.
And I'm going to bet you know what that something is.
Excuse me a second.
Excuse me, son.
Yeah?
Is this your bike?
My bike? Uh...
I'm going to give you five bucks for those cutters,
'cause I don't want to see you around here no more, all right?
You married?
Got kids?
Divorced.
Daughter, 17.
I hadn't had no kind of relationship with Eddie
since he was back in grade school.
What happened?
Ah, what didn't, really?
Me and his mom busted up, and he blamed me for it.
Been there, bubba.
He started hanging around with a bunch a bad kids,
and maybe I didn't spend enough time with him, you know?
Yeah, and then you went off to prison,
and he got on the stuff, and you haven't
forgiven yourself yet, have you?
Something like that.
You know what I've learned about kids, Earl?
They can be very forgiving.
Hell, this is probably stolen, too.
Yeah. Paid too much for it.
(Bridges chuckles)
(siren wailing in distance)
I been up to Earl's place.
Somebody fixed it up real nice.
Money wasn't there.
Least I couldn't find it.
I figure you know where it is,
or you know someone who knows where it is.
So, the sooner you tell me,
the sooner your life gets back to normal.
(gasps)
(breathing heavily)
Let me go, Boyd.
You give me a name first.
Neal.
Neal?
Neal Gallo?
(knocking on glass)
What's going on here?
(gun firing)
(tires squealing)
(car door closing)
(keys jangling)
(camera shutter clicking)
♪ ♪
(piano playing)
Good evening.
Welcome to the Cypress Club.
Hi, uh...
is that, uh, table free there?
I'm sorry, that's reserved.
I can seat you in the back. Otherwise,
it's a half hour wait for the terrace.
Oh. Um...
I'll wait.
(sighing): Name?
Uh, Thomas.
Elmo.
If you 'd like to wait in the bar,
I'll find you when your table's ready, Mr. Thomas.
Oh. Okay, great.
Uh, excuse me.
Uh, the bathroom is down the hall,
first door on the left.
Uh, no thanks, I-I already went in the car.
Uh, listen, I wonder if you could help me out.
Uh, my business partner's here with his wife
for their anniversary and, uh, I'd like to surprise him.
I wonder if I could borrow your jacket.
Uh, I want to deliver the wine.
You know, it's kind of
a joke. Sorry, friend.
It's just not possible.
Could a, uh, hundred dollar bill
make you believe in the impossible.
Absolutely.
Beautiful.
(siren wailing)
MAN: Right, Joe, take it easy, okay?
(phone ringing)
Nash, it's Evan. Nash.
Listen, Bryn and I are covering this shooting
in front of this little cafe,
and, uh, the description of the shooter matches Boyd.
I think maybe you should roll on down here.
What's the address?
Uh, Second and Folsom.
All right, we're on our way.
The, uh, Chateau St. Clicquot Grand Cru.
Where's the other guy?
Oh, he only serves the, uh, domestic brands.
I serve the imported ones.
Yeah, yeah, that's the one.
Great.
'92, beautiful year.
One of my personal favorites.
Uh, as I was saying,
I really think that this dessert company
is gonna be perfect for you.
Yeah, okay, but you know me, Bobby.
I have to be in charge.
We have to get her out.
Yeah, leave it to me.
♪ ♪
Problem?
Uh, you're supposed to check the cork.
(sniffing): It's fine.
You should always hold the wine glass by the stem.
It's fine.
Pour it.
Oh. Yes.
I think you'll find this a rich,
soft-textured wine,
generously spiced with currants,
cherries, uh, black pepper.
Has a strong flavor and then a
smoothly integrated tannins on the finish.
Uh, perfect with meat,
or fish.
Thank you.
I want my name on the company.
Honey, look, just be a little patient.
In another month or two, you'll get everything
that you've ever dreamed of.
Promise?
Look, we're fine.
Get out of here.
Oh, yes, excuse me.
(phone ringing)
Is that me?
Oh, geez.
¿Sí?
Where the hell are you?
Oh, uh, no puedo hablar ahora.
Voy a hablar mas tarde.
What?
(Robert grunts, Celine gasps)
Oh.
Aah! Excuse me.
L-Let me get you some, uh,
uh, soda water from the kitchen.
I'll be right back.
It's all over you. Are you okay? (groans)
(clears throat)
What do you got, Evan?
We got a security guard who was shot once
through the, uh, car door of our suspect.
He was traveling with a woman.
Uh, she's in her 40s, blonde,
obviously being held against her will.
Bess.
CARSON: You know our bloody crime scene this morning?
Guess who lived there 12 years ago?
Yours truly.
Son of a bitch.
You've been holding out on me, Earl.
Sir?
And that's not very damn polite.
Well, I guess we're off the honor system.
I'm gonna hook you up over here, Earl,
and you can just sit tight,
and while you're sitting here, you might want to think
about whether or not you want to level with me,
or whether I just take you
right on back to the sugar shack.
All right?
Think about that one.
Damn.
All right.
Well, he's still giving us the runaround, huh, Nash?
Lifers like this guy Earl, like hammering granite with a spoon.
What else you got?
♪ ♪
Going somewhere, Earl?
Guess not.
(snoring)
Good morning, sunshine.
I'm awake.
Come on, let's go to work.
Ow.
Damn, who put that thing there?
Ah, burning the midnight oil, are we?
Oh, it's just a little off-duty thing I picked up.
It's a... I tried to call you.
Ah, you don't want to hear about it.
Oh, yes, I do.
I'm very concerned about you, bubba.
You are? Mm-hmm.
Well, I mean, you, uh, get this mysterious call,
and then you run off to do this errand.
You won't let me drive you.
Uh, when I try to call you,
I get this Spanish- speaking gentleman.
So call me nosy,
but I would kind of like to know what's going on here.
Well, I'll tell you one thing, Nashman.
I think I hit my funny bone back there.
Bubba, your funny bone is in your elbow.
Yeah, that's what I meant.
Good morning, Earl.
Earl, I've been straight with you, haven't I?
I took you to see your son,
offered to show you the crime scene photos.
And what'd you do?
Tried to steal one of my guys' cars
and forget to mention
that you used to live in the house where Boyd killed a man.
I did a little reading up
on Trench Technologies.
You know what I think?
I think the rumors that they were paying off
the Water Advisory Board were true.
You know what else I think?
I think something got stolen that night
that you and Boyd blew that joint up,
and I think that something was money.
Now, I'm thinking
that Boyd has blown through his share of the money
and now he's come back after yours.
How am I doing so far?
My advice is,
when he's like this, you should cooperate.
You know, it kind of makes things go smoother.
I wasn't in it for the money.
That's not the reason I was in there.
Mm-hmm.
Now tell me something I don't know,
like why you tried to run.
Bess,
once I knew he took her.
You want to help her, you'd better start talking to me.
Boyd's got a very clear pattern about what he does
to people that he has no more use for.
Talk to me, Earl.
Well, I recruited Boyd for that job.
We were just going to go in there and blow the safe
and try and get some incriminating evidence
on the payoffs and on the illegal dumping.
We didn't expect to find no money.
How much money we talking about?
$2 million.
Trench couldn't report it missing because he'd have
to admit he was paying the bribes.
Well, that's an awful lot of cash
for somebody who didn't do it for the cash, Earl.
I never spent a dime of that money.
All right.
Where is it?
It's at a friend's house, under the floor of his garage.
Let's go, bubba.
What about Boyd?
We follow the money, we'll find him.
Well, what the hell?
BRIDGES: What's the matter?
Well, there used to be a garage there.
There ain't no garage there now.
What? Yeah, on the south side of the house,
there used to be a garage.
That's where I planted the money.
DOMINGUEZ: Maybe it's still there.
Nah, Neal would have moved it.
How do you know he hasn't spent it?
If he was the kind of guy who was going to spend it,
I wouldn't have given it to him, sir.
Earl, what's this guy Neal's last name?
Gallo.
(car starts)
Bryn. Yeah.
This is the last known address on Neal Gallo.
We need to find him and pronto.
I'm on it.
Evan, would you take Mr. Dobbs back to holding, please?
CORTEZ: Sure.
Right this way, sir.
(phone rings)
SIU, Inspector Dominguez.
Hi, it's me.
I got your message.
Oh, hi.
You said you had some news.
Is it good or bad?
Yeah, well, I can't really go over that right now.
How about if I see you later, okay?
I'll be here all day.
Just, just tell me, Joe, is it good or bad?
Well, it's not good, but it's not
a disaster either.
I-I'll talk to you when I see you later, okay?
All right, bye-bye.
Now, that wasn't too cryptic, was it?
Oh, it's just this, uh, client
in this off-duty thing I got going.
Uh-huh.
You've been extremely tight- lipped about this one, bubba.
Nashman, you're as bad as Inger, you know.
You say you don't want me to tell you anything.
Then, when I don't tell you anything,
you can't stand it that you don't know.
No, you don't like for me not to know,
which is why I'm suspicious that I don't know.
Whatever you say.
I've still got nothing to say.
Oh, I got to go to drop something off
at the client's house.
No problem, I'll drive you.
Uh, Bryn,
I need that address on Gallo ASAP.
I'm already on it, dear.
Save your breath, bubba.
I've seen you do a million interrogations.
I know every one of your tricks.
It's not going to work on me.
Fine.
It's called client confidentiality.
I said fine.
That doesn't mean we can't talk.
So what about that Earl?
Quite a character, huh?
Sure is.
Okay, she made me promise
I wouldn't say anything, you know.
I mean, if I made that promise to you,
you wouldn't want me to say anything.
You wouldn't say anything, would you?
(indistinct radio transmission)
(car starts)
Where to?
(sighs)
Okay, it was Lisa.
Lisa?
(scoffs)
You had to drag it out of me, didn't you?
Hi.
You told him, didn't you?
He forced me. I did not.
I should have seen this coming. I did not force him.
What was I thinking of? I didn't say a word.
Uh, well, I'll tell you one damn thing.
I didn't come over here to stick my nose into something
where I'm not wanted. Well, you are not wanted.
Well, fine, then, I'll go right over there.
Good.
Okay, okay, tell me, tell me.
I'm just being paranoid, right?
Th-This is nothing to worry about, right?
He wants to take over your whole business.
Oh, God.
Hey, the plan is to cut you out completely.
(gasps)
Tell me, i-i-i-is she involved in this, too?
Excuse me.
I got pictures if you want to see.
No, no, no, no, I know what they look like together.
Yoo-hoo, excuse me. What?!
(imitating Dominguez): Uh, you want maybe Joe and I
should go over there and muss his hair?
I thought you weren't listening.
I'm not.
Nash, this is not high school.
You don't just go over and talk to a man
who has a signed contract, who basically owns you.
Sounds like high school to me.
I'll have my lawyer look into this.
Sweetheart, now, let's just look at this thing rationally.
No, I said I will take care of it, Nash.
(sobbing): Thank you.
(phone rings)
Nash.
Yeah, all right.
Yeah, great, thanks.
They got an address on Gallo.
Let's pick up Earl on the way.
Well, uh, what about, uh, Lisa?
Neal Gallo?
Yeah.
Inspector Bridges.
This is my partner Joe Dominguez,
and I think you know Earl.
Neal.
Earl, I didn't even know you were out, man.
I'm not.
I'm helping these guys.
They know about the money.
Earl's ex-partner William Boyd is back in town.
He's, uh, already killed
one person,
shot at another,
and kidnapped another looking for Earl's money.
So, uh,
what we'd like for you to do...
is tell us where the money is, so we can set up on it.
Maybe grab Boyd
when he comes to get it.
Time is of the essence,
so if you just tell us where it is, we can be on our way.
All right, drop the guns or she's dead.
If she dies, you die.
Back off. Earl.
BOYD: You think I care?
Back off!
Bok dai.
(women screaming)
DOMINGUEZ: Easy, Earl.
Well, we got a pretty interesting situation here,
don't we?
(laughs)
Gallo, get in here!
Neal, don't move.
You do it or she's dead.
EARL: It's going to be okay, Bess.
He's not going to kill me, Neal.
I'm sorry, Earl.
EARL: Neal, don't. Bastard.
Turn around.
Boyd!
You got a shot?
Yeah, unfortunately, it's right through her.
BOYD: For old time's sake, Earl.
Boyd, let him go!
Back off!
Got a shot?
No.
No, damn it.
Evan.
Yes, sir.
Here you go, Ray.
I'll be right with you.
We got a stakeout at his house and factory,
put out an APB on his car.
Which, ironically, are the only places
we know he's not hiding the money.
We got units on Bess Arnell's house and The Purple Haze,
just in case.
Good.
Gallo hid the money somewhere, someplace he controls,
someplace where he could get to it quickly, someplace safe.
He didn't think anybody was going to come for it,
so it shouldn't be that hard to find.
We'll keep digging.
You're saying you want out of the contract?
That's what I'm saying, yes.
Hmm.
We have a deal, Lisa.
No, you have a deal with a person
who's telling you she's not willing
to fulfill the obligations of her contract.
Now, I suppose you could force me to,
under the letter of the law,
but do you really want to do business that way, Robert?
WOMAN: Evelyn, can I see you in my office?
I own the distribution rights
to the Bridges Dessert Company products, Lisa.
I don't care how you feel.
I don't care what you want to do or why.
The fact is
you can't ship one crumb without my consent.
That sounds like a threat.
If I can't ship, my business will die.
But I should let you
and some competitor of mine make a profit, is that right?
No, that's not it at all.
All right, I'll tell you what I'll do.
I'll buy out your company lock, stock and barrel.
I'll pay off your debt,
whatever you put out to get into business with me.
You should get out of this, uh, about whole.
You had this planned, didn't you?
You set me up.
All you ever wanted was a toy
for your little girlfriend.
(scoffs) It's not a toy, Lisa.
It's a business.
It's just not yours anymore.
All right, go, buddy.
This is for you, Nash.
Thank you.
Hi.
Can I talk to you for a second?
Sure.
Um, over here.
I need to ask a favor.
Um, you can say no if you want.
No, no, sure, of course.
Um, what is it?
Um, I need to borrow $5,000 as a retainer for the attorney
until I get this thing sorted out.
Of course I'll give you the money.
Loan.
Thank you.
Is there anything else I can do? No, no.
(sighs)
What the hell? No, I should...
If worst comes to worst,
I can always go back to catering parties.
It wouldn't be the end of the world.
(chuckling) Yes, it would.
Lisa... I got to go.
Come on, Lisa.
(sighs)
Evan.
Yeah, boss.
Was Gallo ever married?
(typing)
Here we go.
Yeah, he got hitched
in Lake Tahoe in '87, divorced in Reno, 1991.
Ninety-one.
'91, Joe, '91.
Same year that Gallo moved out of the house
that Earl buried the money in.
What are you thinking?
Get me a current address on Gallo's ex.
Let's go for the Hail Mary here.
Damn, Neal, how far down we going... China?
I didn't want anybody to find it.
I hope that doesn't include you.
It's here somewhere.
I hope my patience doesn't run out before your energy.
(grunts)
CARSON: That's Neal's car.
It's on his sheet.
BRIDGES: Check it out.
He's either digging up treasure or a grave.
BRIDGES: Probably both.
All right, Bryn, you and Evan take that side of the house.
Joe and I'll take the other.
Get a good visual on Boyd, and remember, Gallo is a citizen.
(thumping)
(grunting)
There.
(chuckles)
Open it.
Take it.
I said open it.
Ow!
Earl teach you that trick?
(laughing): Hell, I taught it to him.
In the hole, Neal.
Come on.
Let's not make this more humiliating than it needs to be.
He's going to take him, let's go.
BOTH: Police! Freeze!
Boyd!
Everybody all right?
Yeah.
What happened?
Sorry, timing, boss.
I got it.
Neal?
I'm alive.
Does that count?
(sighs)
So far.
Evan, you okay?
I'm cool.
All right, call it in.
(whistling)
Hi there, Bob.
How you doing?
You walking the beat, Inspector?
(chuckles)
No, I came down here to see you.
Oh, I'm flattered.
Wait.
It gets better.
You know, Bob, I dearly love my ex-wife,
so much so that, anybody messes
with her, I tend to take it personally.
Is that so?
That's so.
Now, Bob, I'm going to suggest
that you make things right with Lisa,
or I'm going to spend every waking hour of every day
for the rest of my life making you wish you had.
(laughs)
Are you threatening me?
Because I'll sue your ass for harassment.
(laughs)
Bob, my ass isn't harassing you.
I'm just standing here having a conversation with you.
Question is: Am I making myself clear?
That's good.
Now, here's what I want you to do.
I want a letter of cancellation
and a full refund on all of Lisa's expenditures
by the end of the business day.
Now, you think you can do that, Bob,
or are we going to have to have another get-together?
I can do it.
You're a good man.
(alarm chirps)
I was due back at San Quentin
over three hours ago, you know.
I lost track of the time.
♪ ♪
♪ Amazing grace ♪
♪ How sweet the sound ♪
♪ That saved a wretch ♪
♪ Like me ♪
BOTH: ♪ I once was lost ♪
♪ But now I'm found ♪
♪ I was blind ♪
♪ But now I see. ♪
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