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You know, that, uh, mariachi look almost works on him.
Well, it certainly works on you.
(chuckles) What are you talking about?
That's my best suit, man.
I'm getting ready for our big weekend.
CORTEZ: Okay, boys, I'm going in. BRIDGES: What big weekend?
DOMINGUEZ: Hey, Inger's gonna be
out of town... that makes it a big weekend, man.
No 2:00 a.m. feedings, no diaper runs, man.
It's going to be better than my bachelor party.
(scoffs)
That's no big stretch.
Oh, big deal, man, so I got a little bit sick.
(all chuckling)
That's Guerrero.
DOMINGUEZ: Wonder if he gives away a packet of salted nuts
with each illegal plane he sells.
We're about to find out.
Hello, gentlemen. How is the linguini?
Alfresco.
Did you bring me dessert?
Sure did.
I got 250K.
Did you know the banks only ask for 20%?
You try to buy a King Air
with no restricted markings, transponders,
or FAA entanglements...
(laughs) This is beautiful.
The guy's going to repeat the whole deal on tape for us.
It's too easy. It's criminal.
I actually feel kind of guilty.
You'll get over it.
So, uh, what do you say
we start at Club Cabana
for a little Macanudo and Merlot appetizer,
then, uh, segue to Vic's
for that Atlantic char they have?
In my business, word of mouth is...
BRIDGES: Joe. What?
Look at the bartender.
You know, it really kind of looks like Jimmy Reichert.
That's because
it is Jimmy Reichert.
Impossible... Reichert's buried in witness protection.
Call for backup, Harve.
So we got a deal or what?
Let's do it.
Dios mio.
(gunfire, men grunting)
(panting)
BRIDGES: Evan!
Evan! CORTEZ: He went through here!
Through this door!
Check those bodies.
Stay with the money.
Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe. What?
How about that?
(tires screeching)
Sayonara, baby.
He killed everybody.
Why didn't he kill me?
Maybe 'cause he's just back from the dead himself.
(woman singing over bluesy organ riff)
Coffee to go with that adrenaline jag
you got working there, bubba?
Yeah, I'll take a, a double decaf
with a couple of tranquilizers.
How's that? (laughs)
I'm telling you, Nash, he had me.
I mean, dead to rights, I-I was gone.
Well, Evan, you did exactly what they taught you
at the academy in those situations.
Supposed to close your eyes, make like you're invisible,
and kiss your ass good-bye.
(both laughing)
Harve, run it down for us.
All right.
Okay, we got your basic San Francisco mob chart here.
When our shooter Jimmy Reichert was underboss,
all the guys up here were in charge.
Jimmy got collared, he turned government witness,
he put all the boys from here up into jail,
leaving the boys from here down to battle it out for control.
BRIDGES: Oh,
that's when our buddy Ray Goetz took over, huh?
Exactly right.
Reichert did four years in federal lockup
before he went into the witness protection program,
and nobody's seen him till today.
Okay, so he didn't kill Evan and he didn't take the money.
Something wonky is going on here.
I'll run down
all the old files on Reichert.
You and I'll run down Ray Goetz in the morning.
All right. (claps hands)
Let's go to work, guys. All right.
Oh, uh, Nash, before we get started, uh,
in honor of you letting me stay at your place this time,
I am going to say that anything
that happens tonight is on me.
On you, huh? Yeah.
Well, bubba, you got visitors right now.
Oh. Hello, sweetheart.
Hi, honey.
Hi, Nash. Hello, hi, Inger.
(sighs) Hey, darling.
(singsongy): Lucia.
Hello, angel. She's just fine.
We're finally organized for the trip, I think.
My two favorite girls. Hey, you want to hold her?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, I've done my time on Baby Hill.
Chicken.
Aw, she's so sweet, isn't she? Isn't she sweet?
A few tears now and again, but what baby doesn't cry, eh?
A Dominguez baby doesn't cry.
J.J. was a crier.
Are you kidding? He was a screamer.
He must have got dehydrated three or four times.
Twice.
You know, sweetheart... What?
This is the first time we're going to be apart
since Lucia was born.
Is it really?
Nice try, Joe.
Well, I tried.
(both laugh)
Honey... have a good time.
You be a good little girl, okay? Okay, we'll miss you.
All right, bye-bye. I love you.
Okay, bye-bye. Be good, honey.
BRIDGES: Bye, Inger. INGER: Bye-bye.
Hey, you know, it's not going to be any fun here anyways.
We're going to be working this case day and night.
We're going to go to bed late, get up early, you know,
file reports, uh, doing all that thing, paperwork, just, uh...
Three days of freedom!
She's gone now.
(laughing) Freedom, freedom!
Pace yourself, bubba, pace yourself.
Okay, okay.
So what do you say we have dinner at the Cypress Club,
then maybe check out Bondage Au Go Go?
Hey, that's not a bad idea.
Oh, we could try the new joint, uh, the Shark Club.
Oh, yeah, I've been hearing about that.
I'll ask Nick if he wants to run along with us.
All right, hurry up, come on.
Nick?
NICK: What the...?
What?
He's, uh...
He was... he's with a...
He's got a chick in there?
Yeah.
Well, all right!
I thought I raised you with better manners, Nash.
Or have you been kicking doors down so long
you forgot how to knock?
Well, uh, I'm sorry, Nick. I, uh, I, uh...
I didn't know you were entertaining.
That makes two of us.
So who is she?
Her name is Ginny.
What'd you want, anyway?
Uh, we were just gonna go out,
thought you might like to join us.
But, uh, I guess not, Champagne Charlie.
GINNY: Hi.
BRIDGES: Oh. Hi.
(glasses clink)
This is Nash.
Nash... Nash, this is Ginny.
Pleasure.
Uh, Joe Dominguez.
Joe, I've heard all about you.
Gosh, it's great to meet you two, finally.
Well, we'd love to stay and chat, son,
but you know how it is.
She's heard all about us.
Yeah, but why haven't we heard about her?
If I had a babe like that, I'd be territorial, too, man.
(phone rings)
Hello? Hello?
It's me.
Hello? Hello?
It's me. Oh.
Hi. Hi, sweetheart, how're you doing?
Oh, we're just hanging out in Nash's apartment. Why?
Pneumonia?
What do you mean, there's been a change of plans?
I've cancelled my trip.
I have to go to Stockton, ja?
Uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, Stockholm?
No, Stockton. It's near Sacramento,
and I have to be gone for at least three days.
Can't you take her with you?
Darling, my, my aunt is very sick.
Do you want the baby to get sick, too?
No, of course not.
But, uh, uh, what about your sister?
Would you want to go stay with Carinne?
Well, I might if I was just eating formula
and sleeping 14 hours a day.
You told me you were going to be so lonely without her.
Well, I will, but, I'm, I'm working.
Uh, are we not working?
Oh, yes, we're always working. Joe,
my Aunt Cheston might not make it without me.
What is more important, huh?
Is this a trick question?
You two are gonna be just fine.
BRIDGES: Well, yeah, yeah. I can, uh,
uh, cover the case, and that'll give you
plenty of time for the baby. Or vice versa.
Here, let me show you how the crib works.
Wow!
How did she do that? Well, she's...
Just like that. (fingers snap)
Now, look, I really have to go. It's a very long drive.
I know you're nervous about this,
but this is going to be a wonderful
bonding experience for you and your daughter.
No doubt.
(Lucia crying)
♪ Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle with your wigglin' ♪
♪ But don't wiggle yourself away ♪
BRIDGES: What is that?
What is this? (crying continues)
What? You never heard of Himmelstein and Ross, man?
Where've you been, under a rock?
Uh... what, what do they do for a day job?
Laugh all you want, man, but these guys are huge.
They got sold-out concerts.
They got direct to video songbooks.
Man, they got seven gold records.
Get out of here. It's the latest thing.
Lucia can't go to sleep without it.
Well, speaking of Lucia, how's she doing?
So far, so good.
Maybe it's just gas.
Just kidding, just kidding.
(chuckles)
All right, now, look, how do you want
to play this when we get to Goetz?
I go in there and talk to him,
you stay out in the car with the baby?
Hey, it's a talk, not a takedown, man.
Lucia can come in.
Maybe she'll charm Goetz into telling us
everything we want to know.
Yeah, or if she's anything like her mother,
she'll intimidate the hell out of him,
and he'll tell us everything he knows.
Hey, you got that real, brother.
(lounge music playing)
Good morning, Ray.
What the hell is this?
What, you never heard of "Take Your Daughter to Work Day"?
Uh, speaking of taking your daughter, uh...
Oh, yeah. Say good-bye.
(high-pitched): Bye-bye!
Yeah, thank you.
Uh, gentlemen, drinks at the bar...
on you.
DOMINGUEZ: Hold on, we'll get you in there right...
Ooh, God.
Guess who we saw last night?
WOMAN: Can I get you anything, sir? Two cappuccinos.
Jimmy Reichert.
Looks like he's out of retirement.
Where'd you see him?
He killed the, uh,
Guerrero brothers... All three of them.
Did a hell of a job.
Doesn't look like he's lost a step.
I spent a lot of money and time looking for Mr. Reichert.
Do you know where I could find him?
(laughs)
Well, if you're telling the truth,
maybe he'll find you first.
Unless...
he's working for you.
Well, if you knew anything about our life,
you'd know that Mr. Reichert could never come back to me.
Or make amends for what
he did to the family. Give me a break.
You don't give a damn about the family, as long as you win.
(crying)
Whoa, definitely take after your mother's side of the family.
Mudslide!
Ooh...
You know, Ray,
you've been doing pretty good for yourself.
Everything's nice and tidy.
Nobody's on your ass... Well, except for me.
And we both know
that's only a matter of time.
Get down!
(gunshots) MAN: Russell, take them out!
(cries) Whoa, and the warm wind blows
up the little nalgitas canyon.
Okay, we're almost done.
Whoo, hot wind from the desert.
(bystanders shouting)
Well, it looks like I'm not the only one
that thinks you hired Reichert.
What'd I miss?
Are we done?
Let's see, you got one dead guy who works for you.
And two dead Guerrero soldiers tried to kill you
because they thought you hired Reichert to kill their bosses.
Doesn't seem very done to me.
No, in fact it seems kind of messy.
With the potential to get a hell of a lot messier.
Hey, guys, listen.
I was just an innocent bystander, okay?
Puh-leaze...
Tell me the truth.
Did you hire Reichert?
No.
DOMINGUEZ: The man says no.
Then get out of town.
(laughs)
Since when do you set my agenda, Bridges?
Since now.
Okay. Okay.
If it's that important to you, I'll tell you what.
I'll disappear for 48 hours.
You happy now?
Ecstatic.
She is so pretty.
DOMINGUEZ: Yeah...
Six months old, what a great age.
Yeah, I like that age.
You have any children?
Oh, my boy's all grown up.
He goes to Florida State.
Oh, yeah. So, um...
You're from Florida, huh?
Uh, Palm Beach.
Why did you decide to, uh, move to San Francisco?
Oh, I was tired of the,
the summers, the heat, the humidity...
(laughs)
And I guess it was time for a change in my life.
Hmm, ever spend any time
in San Francisco prior to this?
Uh, actually, I did, yes.
Um, when I was about 20, I went to art school here.
Oh...
Fell in love with the place.
Uh, which art school?
All right, that's enough.
She's not on trial here.
Don't mind them, Ginny.
This questioning thing, it's a disease.
They can't help it.
I don't mind.
I'd be curious about me.
I really understand.
Nash, uh...
We have to talk about a couple of things.
We're all ears.
Go ahead.
Ginny and I have decided to travel,
uh, to Europe for three months.
(laughs): Yeah.
Isn't that great?
Uh, we're selling Mr. Woody.
What?
He's temperamental.
And, plus, I'm not going to be around to care for him.
You don't take care of him now anyways.
I mean, the trainer a-and the groom take care of him.
And, besides, I'll be here.
I'm selling the horse.
Nash, tell him he can't do this, okay?
What? The hell, I can't!
It's my horse!
You know, I've always believed
in the power of good timing,
and would you excuse me?
It's fine.
(door opens and closes)
What are you going to say?
Well, I know this may surprise you, Nick,
but, uh, I think it sounds great.
Sell the horse
and go for it.
What?
Ginny seems like a nice lady.
You've worked on the docks for, what, 37 years?
Never had time to travel.
Do it. Son,
I can't tell you how happy it makes me
to hear you say this.
(sighs): You guys, man, I...
You don't know anything about this woman.
You don't... neither of you guys know anything about this woman.
Joe...
They say traveling is an elixir.
Oh, who says that?
Here's to Europe.
May all your dreams come true.
God bless you, son.
I'm not toasting to that.
Neither is Lucia.
(toy squeaks, Lucia coos)
DOMINGUEZ: Look, I know when somebody's up to something,
and this woman definitely qualifies.
Well, first off, you can call her Ginny
instead of "that woman."
Okay, and you can start calling her "Mom."
How about that?
LEEK: Big news.
Reichert's surfaced again. Really?
Yeah, and he just hit Billy Fong, the pornographer.
And for bonus points, we've also got
a double homicide over at Sardino's Hunt and Fish Club,
the smack capital of the East Embarcadero.
CORTEZ: Yeah, and both hits are a dead ringer
for Reichert's M.O.
What's the word on the street? LEEK: There is no word.
Everybody's freaking out.
Everything was calm until this.
No open issues, no pending battles, nothing.
Why would Reichert hit members of three different crime families?
WOMAN: Evan, phone call line three!
If it's personal.
Looking at the files, there are some personal connections.
Reichert did porn deals with Fong.
And he skirmished with the Sardino family
over heroin, because heroin is anathema to these mob guys.
All right, let's say these hits aren't random.
Let's say he has selected targets.
People he knew, guys he worked with...
Hmm, well, that would explain why Evan is still with us.
Huh. Yeah, but it doesn't give us a motive.
This guy has got some sort of twisted agenda,
and until we figure out what it is,
it's gonna be damn hard to catch him.
Guess what, guys?
We've got Reichert's wife.
The Marshals are bringing her over to T.I. as we speak.
Tell them we're on our way.
Hold down the fort. Uh, yo, Nash...
What? Come here, let me show you something.
What do you got?
What is that? Her spoon.
You stole my spoon?
You'll get it back.
Joe, that spoon belonged to my mother.
Look, I just want to get her prints.
Joe...
(Lucia crying) It's evidence, man.
You got something to distract her or something to play with?
Give me your keys. What?
Your keys, give me your keys.
Joe, listen.
Let me ask you something.
If Nick wasn't selling Mr. Woody,
would you be having to get her prints?
Would we be having this conversation?
Nash, man...
The only reason he's selling Mr. Woody
is to get money to spend on her, 'cause that's what that woman...
Excuse me, Ginny... is in it for.
Look, if you're uncomfortable and you want me to back off,
you don't want me to pursue it, just say
the word and I'll back off, okay?
(groans)
Just for Nick's sake, I hope you're wrong.
Give me the keys.
Give her something to distract her. What?
Give her your tie. We got to be able to drive.
I'm not gonna give her my tie. You know how much that cost?
Hi, Jill.
Inspectors Bridges and Dominguez.
Yeah, I remember. Thanks for coming.
(scoffs) Wasn't my choice.
You know what's been going on?
Jimmy's killed seven people in the last two days.
Who were they?
Bad guys from various crime families around town.
Well, then, it sounds like he was doing you a favor, huh, Inspector?
Yeah, well, the question is,
why the sudden interest in civic duty?
Maybe you should just be grateful, huh?
Talk to me, Jill.
Jimmy's been diagnosed with terminal cancer.
He's got six months to two years,
depending on who you talk to.
Where is he?
This isn't helping him, Jill.
This isn't helping anybody.
I don't care.
Think very carefully about this, Jill.
If you don't work with me,
I will take you in for aiding and abetting.
Go for it.
We will.
(foghorn blows)
♪ ...had a farm, E-I-E-I-O... ♪
Maybe she's right. I mean, these guys
are all major dirtbags. I mean, you know?
This guy's doing us a favor.
Yeah, until the first citizen takes a bullet.
(phone ringing) (baby fussing)
Uh, SIU, Inspector Cortez.
This is Nash.
Listen, Mrs. Reichert's on her way in.
Make sure you put her in holding.
Don't let her get processed or shipped anywhere.
Okay, you got it, chief.
What is that?
I hear a baby crying. What is that?
Not here.
Yeah, well, we're up to three on the baby front here.
It seems that, uh, Vice made a sweep
of all the transient hotels in the area,
and we're babysitting until Social Services gets here.
Oh, man. (crying)
Man, we need some diapers.
Uh, yeah.
Yeah, we need diapers.
Can you guys pick some up, maybe?
Got any extra diapers?
♪ Gobble, gobble, Old MacDonald had a farm ♪
Still looking. ♪ E-I-E-I-O ♪
All right, I'll tell you what.
I'll stop and pick up some diapers on the way.
♪ E-I-E-I-O ♪
♪ And on his farm he had some ducks ♪
♪ E-I-E-I-O. ♪ I'm sorry, chief.
I cannot listen to that any longer. Hey, hey, hey!
Be careful with that, man.
You know how hard it is to find baby music on eight-track?
(Lucia coos)
So you want to take care of the baby
or get the diapers?
It's kind of like a Sophie's Choice for you, isn't it?
Exactly. I'll take Lucia.
Okay. Come on, angel.
There we go.
There we go. Be right back.
How're you doing angel points?
Aw, look at you. Look at you.
(Lucia cries) Oh...
Oh, what's the matter, angel?
Daddy'll be right back. (crying continues)
Aw, now, please don't melt down on me.
It's been a while, but I'm sure I can remember.
There, there, that's it.
(gun hammer cocks)
(Lucia wails)
This is quite a picture.
You wouldn't shoot a man with a baby, would you?
Well, not unless you force me to.
I won't, believe me.
What do you want?
Cut Jill loose.
She's not part of this.
BRIDGES: Well, actually, I could make
a pretty good case against her as an accessory.
Unless you want to turn yourself in.
No problem, she walks.
You know, somehow I don't think that's gonna fly.
Oh, yeah?
Then I guess you don't really care for her that much, do you?
That makes you
mad, doesn't it?
(chuckles)
Yeah, that makes you mad.
But you can't shoot me now, can you?
'Cause that would ruin your whole plan.
You don't have a clue what's going on here, do you, Nash?
Oh, I think I do.
Well, at first I thought it was revenge
against the guys that
put you into the Witness Protection Program.
And then I
talked to Jill and she told me you were dying.
I realized it's about redemption.
You know, um...
killing people, even bad people,
ain't gonna get you into Heaven, bubba.
Well, you're not the guy who's in judgment.
No, but I am the one that's going to stop you.
You think so, huh?
(Lucia cries)
See you around, Nash.
Oh, it's okay.
The bad man's gone.
Well, at least this time I didn't miss anything, huh?
Oh, no, you didn't miss much.
You know, she wasn't crying until you came back.
Yeah. Oh, has he been torturing you?
Huh? Oh, come here.
It's easy. You just take these things out there like that.
See, like... that.
And this is supposed...
Why don't you read the instructions?
I read the instructions.
There's three easy steps.
Hell, Inger does it in only two.
So, uh, what do we got here? Nap time at the SIU?
Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh!
Do you realize how abrasive your voice can be sometimes?
Well, excuse me.
I had no idea we were running a day care center here.
(baby fussing) What's the problem?
It's broken or something.
(babies crying)
Looks all right to me.
All right.
Now, then...
we know why Reichert is on a shooting spree,
but we're no closer to stopping him.
Yeah, but how do you stop a guy who's got a death wish?
I don't think he's got a death wish, Harve.
I think it's quite the opposite.
He wants to make up for his past
by killing all the slimeballs he used to work with.
But he's been very careful about not getting killed himself.
So why don't we just sit on his mobster friends
until he shows up?
The potential list is like a nightmare.
LEEK: Well, what do we do, then?
Well, we got his wife.
We'll use her as our bait.
CORTEZ: Thank you.
Okay, you're free to go.
You're not going to charge me?
Nope. But, uh, Nash wanted me to give you a little message.
Oh, yeah, what's that?
Well, it seems that your husband's
made quite a few enemies in the past 24 hours.
Once you walk out that door, you're on your own.
I'll take my chances.
That's fine by me.
Have a nice day.
Harvey, make sure she gets out okay, would you?
Hey, Bubba.
I got the, uh, results back on those prints
in case you're interested.
And?
Well, it seems Ginny was arrested for shoplifting in '91.
Ooh, so we got ourselves a dangerous shoplifter.
Hold on now, there's more.
Go ahead. Okay.
Check out her name... Her real name.
Ruthie Grossman.
Mm-hmm, I guess, uh, Morgan Fairchild
was being used right then, huh?
Yeah, okay, so we got, uh, a really, really dangerous,
uh, shoplifter, that changed her name.
There's more.
Will you cut to the chase?
Okay, she's been married three times that I know of.
Uh, husband's age, 81. Income,
seven figures.
Median life span after marrying her,
two years, five months.
So what you're saying is, is that, uh,
her husbands lived an average of eight years longer
than the average American male.
You're reaching, bubba.
Well, maybe, but I talked to this P.I.
in Palm Beach, and he was hired
by the late husband's children to investigate
the death, right?
He thinks she's a black widow, you know?
One of those chicks that marries guys
for their money, and then pfft.
Is there any evidence
that she, uh, killed
her former husbands?
No.
Maybe she just outlasted them.
Or maybe she's smarter than the police.
That has happened, you know.
What do you want to do?
I'll talk to Nick.
Okay. There you go.
Nick?
Hi.
Uh... where's Nick?
Oh, he just went to the store for a minute.
You hungry?
Uh, no.
No, thanks, uh, I'm fine.
You know, it's, uh,
it's probably better that, uh,
Nick's not here right now, actually.
Uh-oh.
Does that mean I'm about to be interrogated again?
I-I'm serious. Let's, uh,
let's just get everything out in the open
before Nick gets back and...
and then I'll ask you to please
never mention it again.
Okay.
I'll tell you what I want, Ruthie.
I want to know
that your feelings for Nick
are sincere.
I've been married before, and, yes,
I married for money.
Comfort used to be very important to me.
But at this stage in my life,
I am certainly not looking to have anyone support me.
What I am looking for, and I would like,
is a companion.
Your father is a...
He's just a dear, sweet man.
He tells these...
these wonderful stories and...
he's a hell of a card player.
And he does just about everything else great.
(chuckles)
I've fallen in love with him.
Do you blame me?
Hardly.
Nash, I never said I was a perfect person.
I certainly have not lived a perfect life,
but I would...
I would never do anything to... to hurt your dad.
Ginny...
Nick isn't the wealthy eccentric that you might think he is.
Oh, the, uh, eccentric part,
(chuckles) yeah, you got that right.
But, um, there isn't
an estate that comes along with the race horse.
The race horse is the estate.
And every dime that Nick has
goes out to stall number 241 at Golden Gate Fields.
Eating the oats.
That's it.
So that's what you think?
You think it's about money, don't you?
(sighs)
Let me put it this way.
If your intentions with Nick are anything but romantic...
you should watch yourself.
Ooh, perfecto.
Dr. Spock's got nothing on me.
All right, mija, get ready to chow down.
(mimics airplane engine)
Open wide...
What?
Lucia?
Wh-Where's Lucia? (phone rings)
Inspector Leek.
Yeah. Joe, line three.
What? Uh, take a message.
No, it's Inger. What?
It's Inger.
Hello, Inger?
Guess what?
Aunt Cheston is better.
I'm coming home early.
What? Huh?
Oh, gr-great!
Uh, well, how, how soon?
Tonight.
How's my little darling?
Oh, fine. You know, overworked.
The baby.
Oh, uh, she's gr-great.
She's sleeping, I think.
Well, I can't wait to see her.
You, too.
Yeah. Oh, great, honey.
Well, we'll see you wh-when you get here.
Bye.
Oh, my God, I lost the baby.
I lost the baby! Joe, will you relax?
Wha...? Lucia's right over there.
(mutters) That's...
That's not her. Is it?
The lady from Social Services came and too...
Call Social Services, tell them I'm on my way.
Oh, my God.
Hello? Hello?
Oh.
Pepe?
Joe.
Nice hair.
Thank you.
What are you doing here?
Saving the world from administrative chaos.
What are you doing here?
My baby's missing.
Check your hands, Joe.
Oh, no, no, no, not this baby.
My baby.
What happened is, somebody from your department came down
and was, was supposed to pick up two babies,
and accidentally walked off with my baby, too.
Well, congratulations.
I-I didn't realize that you and Nash had adopted.
I... I think
that's very courageous.
No, it's not Nash's baby.
It's mine and Inger's. You know, Inger... my wife.
(clearing throat)
You still have sex with women?
Occasionally, Pepe.
You and Nash are such a unique couple.
Pepe, will you please...
Just checking.
Here we go. Uh...
(computer beeps) Mm... ah!
Here it is.
Your baby must be with Camille Jackson,
one of our social workers.
She's on her way to deliver her to a foster home in Los Gatos.
Los Gatos?
Yes, but no need to worry.
Camille is one of our more capable case workers.
Think of it as very cheap day care.
Pepe, I need to find my baby,
and I need to find her right now!
Okay. Oops. Here we go. Okay.
Joe?
I'll call the family, and I'll have
her back as soon as possible.
Would that be acceptable?
Is that the fastest way possible?
Yes.
Then that'll do.
Mess with a man's baby, meet the man, I always say.
Look, take this baby, make sure she gets back
to where she belongs, okay? Okay.
Oh, hello. Bye-bye.
Call me as soon as you find out anything.
Yeah.
All right. Uh...
(baby fussing)
What do you think?
I think we should go in.
Let's go.
(streetcar bell dings)
She's gone.
CORTEZ: Nash, she took off out there.
Yeah, we got her.
WOMAN: Remember to get your brakes fixed!
Baby, are you okay?
I'm fine, baby.
I'll go right.
(horn honking and tires squealing) Joe!
DRIVER: Wait, you idiot!
Go on, baby, get out of here! Go! Go!
Go, run!
Reichert!
Stop! Wait, wait, wait!
(tires squeal)
Well, that was nice work, sister.
Son of a bitch!
Bring her with you!
(billiard balls clacking)
Hey, Nick.
Going somewhere?
I was until you got involved.
Well, uh, maybe you want to hear the whole story.
You had no right, son.
Even though you meant well, and I'm sure you did.
Even though you were probably right about Ginny...
I'm sure you were... you had no right to interfere.
Well, Nick, I-I just thought I was doing...
You-you don't get it, do you?
Get what?
I had a chance to travel the world
with a fun, beautiful woman.
Well, I gotta believe that if she's gone,
it had to be about the money.
Don't you think that I know that?
Hell, I'm 70 years old.
I want to have some fun while I'm still young enough to enjoy it.
Not to... not to mention remember it.
I'm sorry, Dad.
You should've come to me first, son.
Some things in life you never get a second chance at.
BRIDGES: How about that one?
See, that guy...
Got up this morning, and he looked out and he says,
"Gosh, what a beautiful day.
"I think I'll just go
for a bike ride."
And about 30 minutes later, he got caught in the crossfire,
when your husband decided
to shoot mob accountant John Rizzo.
Your husband walked away.
That guy wasn't so lucky.
His wife and children are at the hospital right now,
praying that he makes it through the night.
Now, I'm gonna say that that's not a righteous shoot...
No matter what the motive is.
DOMINGUEZ: Look, Jill, uh,
your husband has already put a sizable dent
in the power structure of the various families.
Now, when the survivors move to consolidate their power,
more innocent people, just like this guy right here,
are gonna get hurt.
So come on, Jill,
do the right thing. Just tell us where he is.
If I tell you where he is, you're-you're gonna kill him.
We don't want to kill anybody.
(sniffles)
You don't understand. He's...
He's way, he's just...
Who's next, Jill?
Did he tell you who he's going after next?
Goetz. Ray Goetz.
Thank you.
I don't understand.
Am I, uh, asking too much?
Is that what it is? Am I asking too much?
Hmm?
The man is walking around town
like a tourist, gunning down made guys,
and you're telling me you can't find him?!
(tires squealing)
Relax, bubba.
You don't know it yet, but we're the cavalry.
Where's Goetz?
I haven't seen him.
Jimmy Reichert is on his way over here to kill your boss.
I'm gonna ask you one more time.
Where is he?
He's on the roof.
That's very good.
Do I pay you to think? Look, I thought you promised that
you're gonna let the cops handle this.
GOETZ: Excuse me.
I swear to God, the next words out of your mouth better be,
"Hey, boss, I just found that bastard Reichert,
and he's dead!"
What're you waiting for?
Get out of here!
Find the bum! Move!
(gunshots, groaning)
It's a hell of a view, Ray.
I'm gonna miss it.
But then again, so are you.
If you're gonna do it, do it.
I think I'll take a minute.
Let you think about it. Reichert!
It's over.
You think so? Put it down.
Drop the gun, come on.
GOETZ: Shoot him, Bridges.
Shoot him!
BRIDGES: You made your point.
It ends here.
You and your partner, put your guns away,
or I'll kill him.
Right now, I'll kill him.
(gunshot, groans)
I have a feeling you were gonna kill him, anyway.
(Goetz groans)
What was that?!
REICHERT: You son of a bitch.
Why didn't you just kill me?
Oh, you're gonna die, bubba.
But it's gonna be on God's time, not yours.
GOETZ: You shot me!
He shot me!
I can't believe you shot me!
Stop whining.
And you're welcome, Ray.
Will you just step on it, man? Come on! ("Old MacDonald" plays)
Bubba, I was doing 65 in a school zone.
I gotta get there before Inger does.
You'll be there in 15 minutes.
Relax, will you?
Oh, that's easy for you to say, man.
You didn't almost lose your baby
after you were entrusted by your beloved wife.
You're right.
First of all, I don't have a beloved wife,
and secondly, I didn't.
That's it, huh?
You're not even gonna try to make me feel better?
I can get you to the church on time.
I cannot ease your conscience.
(Dominguez humming lullaby)
♪ ...and good night. ♪
She's beautiful.
Yeah, they're all beautiful when they're sleepy.
BRIDGES: No, she's really beautiful.
How'd that happen?
Well, I gotta think it's, uh,
her mother's looks and my sense of humor.
Oh, yeah.
Speaking of Mommy...
You gonna tell her about, uh, baby's day out?
Gee, let me think.
She's gonna find out.
How's she gonna do that?
I'm not saying anything, you're not saying anything,
Lucia's not talking.
Mm-hmm, do yourself a favor.
Tell her the truth.
Pick your time, pick your spot,
but tell her.
(door shuts) INGER: Hello?
Is anyone home?
(whispered mumble)
♪ Lullaby... ♪
Oh, hi, honey!
Oh, what a beautiful picture.
(cooing)
Yeah.
Oh...
(chuckles)
Oh...
How was the trip?
Gloriously uneventful.
How was the babysitting?
DOMINGUEZ: Oh, just the same.
How's Aunt Cashton? I really miss that lady.
(hums "Wicked Witch's Theme" from The Wizard of Oz)
Looks like everything went perfect.
Oh, sure did.
Right, Nashman?
Oh, boy.
We're... but we're happy to have you home.
Yeah, yeah. Oh, darling.
Mommy missed you
so much. Oh, yes...
But Daddy took good care of you, yes?
Hmm...
Oh, sweetheart.
(nervous chuckle)
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