(ship's horn blows)
Gentlemen, we may have a hit.
Is he alive?
NASH: Hard to tell.
HARVEY: He's not moving, Nash.
I'm hearing every word you're saying.
What is it, Harve?
Well, the trace paid off.
Somebody just used one of our dead guy's credit cards
to check into the St. Francis Hotel about three hours ago.
We'll take it.
Come on, Joe, let's take a ride.
The fresh air'll do you good.
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Room service.
Come in.
You okay, bubba?
Oh, it's Lucia... She's got colic, man.
Nobody's sleeping in the Dominguez household, man.
I'm a wreck, Inger's a wreck.
You wanna go home?
(chuckles): To what, a crying baby?
How's that gonna help?
Well, it might help Inger.
Oh, man, every time I walk out of the door to go to work
she looks at me like I'm deserting her.
Well, in Inger's mind, you are.
I mean, think about it.
You're coming to work, but that's a hell of a lot easier
than it is to hang around the house all day with a crying baby.
Inger doesn't have the option.
How come you always seem to take her side in these things?
I'm just trying to help you be fair, bubba.
(groans)
It's a beautiful view, isn't it?
The fog's supposed to clear, and the weather's
supposed to be fabulous for the rest of the week.
So, how long are you planning to stay with us...
Mr. Scott?
Slightly longer than you are, as it turns out.
(grunts)
What do you know about this guest?
Well, he registered as John Scott.
Everybody in the hotel is here for the big software show.
Does this have anything to do with the murder of those two conventioneers?
We'll let you know.
Listen, can you give us a physical description?
Well, yeah, he's kind of a middle-aged guy...
Excuse me... he's wearing kind of strange clothes.
You mean, like him?
MANAGER: Yeah, that's him.
All right, stay back here.
Joe, come with me.
Gun! (gunshot, woman screams)
Everybody get down! Get down! Get down!
Joe, call for backup.
Don't let anybody in his room.
Now, go to plan A. Gotcha.
(phone beeps)
Stop! Police!
(gunshot)
(panicked shouts, gasps)
Down! Get down!
(gunshot)
(tires squeal)
Right there, bubba!
DOMINGUEZ: I got him! I got him!
(gunshots)
DOMINGUEZ: Who the hell is that?
(gunshots continue)
Put the gun down!
Step out!
Why are you shooting at me?
He's getting away.
Put your hands on your head!
Put your hands on your head and turn around!
Turn around!
What do we got here, bubba?
Do a little shopping at the Civil War swap meet?
Aw, damn!
Somebody shot up my house!
Now, who's gonna
pay for this, homes?
Don't you have crate insurance?
No, I don't have crate insurance.
What are you waiting for, Holmes? He's getting away!
Go back to sleep.
Now, who the hell are you?
Why, I'm Dr. Watson, you're faithful associate.
We mustn't let up! We're close on his heels!
The game's afoot! Please, Holmes! (whistles)
I also lost my plumbing.
Now, I want your badge number, homes!
That would be number 22.
Here, go get yourself some more plumbing.
All right? All right, homes. (chuckles)
Good God, don't just stand there, man... let's go.
Oh, we're going. Where's that?
We're gonna take a little walk.
Doesn't it feel great to be sane?
Who said you were sane?
(woman singing over bluesy organ riff)
I still don't understand why I'm being detained.
Holmes, please.
Let me see if I can help you out here.
You see this? This is me.
You see that?
That's you.
Problem is, we don't know who you are.
I told you who I am... Dr. Watson.
Okay, Watson, why were you chasing that man down the street?
I was chasing a killer.
These questions are not only inane, they're insulting.
(clears throat)
Do you know the victim over there...
Uh, what's his name... Robert, uh, Perez? Perez.
I do not. Uh-huh.
Do you know the name of the man you were chasing? Yes.
The man's name is Klein.
Beecham.
Klein Beecham?
No, no, no, his name is... is Cornelius Helling.
No, no, no, no, I mean... I mean Sterndale.
No, no, no, no, no, I mean, I mean Captain Crocker Bennett.
No, no, no, no...
Ring any bells? (chuckles): Oh, yeah.
They're all characters out of Sherlock Holmes stories.
I'm thinking we call the psych ward over at the hospital
and have him picked up, all right?
Dr. Watson. Holmes.
They need you at the hospital. Ah.
Now, my friend is going to take you,
and he's gonna take good care of you. Ah. Ah.
Nash, check this out.
Our killer is nothing if not meticulous.
Yeah, I interviewed Robert Perez's wife.
He started this job about a month ago.
He's got a brand-new baby, no enemies to speak of.
Apparently, everybody loved this guy.
And he did not wear glasses.
No.
That's just part of the tableau.
Harve, check at the base of this guy's neck,
and, uh, you should find a stab wound in a downward thrust.
Yeah. Which story were we inspired by this afternoon?
(sighs): "The Adventure of the Golden Pince-Nez."
Ah. So that's three murders, three random victims,
three carefully constructed tableaus,
all out of Sherlock Holmes stories.
This guy's some kind of nut job.
Or just well-read.
So, Nash, how many of these stories are there?
Sixty. (chuckles): It's gonna be a long winter.
I don't see the problem.
You need help, and I'm offering you a solution.
A baby nurse?
Nurse Debbie is a miracle worker, man.
Cassidy had the colic when she was a baby.
Nurse Debbie came in, got us all through it.
She's amazing... and, as I recall, she's kind of cute.
Yeah, well, how do you know she's still doing it?
I mean, it was a long time ago when Cassidy was a baby.
I get a Christmas card from her every year for 18 years.
She was an expert back then... she's got to be damn near perfect now.
She expensive?
She's cheaper than a divorce, bubba.
What's wrong, somebody finally tell you there's no Santa Claus?
No, I learned that when I was 15.
It's this damn department competency test.
Oh, don't sweat it... It's just a formality.
It's like saying "nice to meet you"
when you finally greet your in-laws.
Huh! You obviously don't have Swedish in-laws.
Well, I heard the Swedes were a kind and gentle people, Joe.
Oh, no, no, you're thinking of the Swiss.
The Swedes are more like the Norwegians,
except they, uh, fish a lot less.
Guys, you don't understand... I'm not a good test taker.
You know, if I blow this thing, I could be punted off the S.I.U.
Hey, don't sweat it, all you got to do is get 500 on the test.
Just do what I do. What's that?
Answer all questions "B."
And that works?
Guaranteed. Plus the test only takes ten minutes.
I mean, won't Nash know that I...
Nash doesn't care what
you get on the test, man... Unlike other people
in this department, he doesn't evaluate his men
by what they get on a test.
Cool, that's-that's good to know.
Yeah, but the department says you still have to pass it.
Okay, Harve, what do you got? You're gonna love this.
The boys from psych services
were transferring our friend Dr. Watson to the cuckoo ward,
but they decided to stop and get milkshakes,
and Watson bolted... he escaped.
Oh, that's good.
They did get their milkshakes, though.
All right, guys,
I got the photos back from our vacation.
(mocking chuckle)
Here's what we got.
We got three murders now in the last week.
"The Bascombe Valley Mystery,"
"The Five Orange Pips," and...
"The Case of the Golden Pince-Nez."
Anything back from ballistics?
Yeah. Our Sherlock Holmes impostor used a period...
He's not impersonating Holmes.
He's impersonating villains from Holmes' stories.
Right. Our Holmes villain
used a period derringer.
Watson had a Webley .45-caliber pistol, circa 1860's.
Nash, they don't even make
bullets for these anymore... The rounds were over
80 years old.
I can't even believe it fired.
(chuckles)
All right, look, there can't be that many
antique weapons shops in the Bay Area.
No, just three.
One of 'em...
Anna's of San Francisco Antiques on Clement Street,
they got robbed last week.
Mm.
Evan, you and Harve take a run out there. You got it.
(baby crying in distance)
I would hate to find that door in the dark.
Oh, hello, Mr. B.
Hi, Debbie. Good to see you.
You look, uh...
great.
Well, you look a little weathered yourself.
Now, where's this baby?
Uh, uh, this is my wife, Inger.
Yes, and what's the baby's name?
Nice to meet you. Lucia.
Hello, Lucia.
You have to coddle a baby, missus.
Didn't anybody ever tell you you have to coddle
a baby in order to quiet her?
(Lucia coos) Yes, you do.
(Debbie sniffing)
(sniffing)
Perfume. I smell perfume.
INGER: I just put
a little bit on this morning. No, no, no,
you can't have perfume with a colicky baby.
Oh, this is for you.
Uh, what's this?
Shopping list... I eat at 6:00; I do all my own cooking.
DEBBIE: Yes, and I also need formula,
baby oil, chamomile tea.
Depending on how long I'm here, I need a library card.
And knitting needles, size eight.
Knitting needles?
Yes, I knit.
Helps me to relax.
Now where's my room?
Uh, we set you up in the baby's room upstairs.
Oh, let me see. There's a bathroom, uh...
This'll do.
That's the den!
You're gonna love her.
CORTEZ: Man, I hate word problems.
LEEK: Dang, Evan!
Your performance anxiety is making me nervous, man!
Relax! I'll tutor you.
You will?
Taking tests is like, it's like getting a woman in the sack.
There's a formula to it.
Well, in that case,
shouldn't, shouldn't I be tutoring you?
That hurt.
(chuckles)
Afternoon. We have a question about some period weapons.
Isn't this a beautiful piece?
Unfortunately, the Americans beat
the British twice with this gun.
Once in 1779 and again in 1812.
Yeah, well, we're not here to buy anything.
(chamber music plays)
That's what the gentleman from your, um, Robbery Bureau
said when he was here last week,
until I showed him this.
Now this
is one of only six remaining in private hands.
From Napoleon's general staff.
Now look at these markings here.
"N.B." You know what that means?
Yeah. "Not buying."
"Napoleon Bonaparte."
Here, you can hold it.
No, thanks.
When you were robbed recently,
did you happen to lose a derringer
or a Webley .45-caliber pistol?
A derringer, no, but I did have a Webley taken.
Yeah, sometimes a robber will case a joint,
pick out a few things and then he'll come back.
Do you remember anybody looking at the Webley?
No. But now you come to mention it,
there was a kind of weird guy here last week
dressed in antique clothes.
He tried to buy a few things.
How do you mean, tried to buy?
Well, I had to run his name through the state...
You know, the Brady Bill... And he came back a mental case.
Did you tell the Robbery guys any of this, by any chance?
They didn't ask.
(scoffs) You still have this guy's name?
Oh, yes. I've got a copy of his application.
Just a moment.
(British accent): Oh, lovely.
(sighs) Not a natural fiber in the lot.
If you didn't like her, why did you hire her?
I didn't hire her. You saw it, man.
She came in like a steamroller, just took over.
I didn't tell her she had the job, she just assumed it.
How am I gonna watch TV in my den now?
Now, relax, bubba. Let her do her thing,
and use this opportunity to get reacquainted with your wife.
(laughs)
Did you see the way she was ordering Inger around?
And let me tell you, brother,
Inger does not like to be ordered around.
Man, you better get yourself a new partner,
'cause I have a feeling if Inger doesn't kill me,
Nurse Debbie's going to. (laughs)
Now, look, I personally guarantee this, okay?
What does that mean?
Well, that means I recommended her,
and if anything goes wrong, you can hold me responsible,
all right?
I thought you said she was cute.
Bubba, 18 years ago we were all cute.
(officers speaking indistinctly)
Who's our guy, Harve?
The suspect is one Sidney H. Dunlap.
Got his name from the gun shop.
Recently released from a state mental facility in Daly City.
He's been in and out on a voluntary basis
for the last three years.
All right, gentlemen, let's do it.
Shh!
Shh-shh-shh!
SFPD!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Get the back room!
All right! Move out!
Whoa! Whoa!
Loose the juice there, bubba!
We got him, boys.
Dr. Watson, I presume?
Good God...
Don't shoot. Relax, Watson.
My name isn't Watson. It's Dunlap. Sidney Dunlap.
Yeah, yeah, we know.
Okay, Sidney.
Now that everybody knows who everybody else is,
let's chat.
How did you suddenly get so lucid?
I'd been off my medication.
It happens.
I found it at home, remembered to take it.
All right. Who's that guy you were shootin' at today?
His name is Nigel Poole.
We meet in the dayroom at the mental facility.
Two weeks ago he dressed up in a guard's uniform and escaped.
What was Poole in for?
He's a homicidal maniac.
He killed his parents when he was 15.
Butchered them.
What was your relationship to Poole?
You ever heard of Dungeons And Dragons?
Role-playing games.
Well, there were three of us in one room:
myself, Poole, and, and a man named Tate.
Tate would play Holmes, I'd be Watson,
and Poole would be whoever the villain of a given story was.
He's still playing the game.
Why didn't you tell this to the police?
Well, I did. They didn't believe me.
Would you've believed me if you hadn't seen it yourself?
You buyin' any of this?
Unfortunately, yeah.
Okay, so when you were off your medication,
that's when you stole the gun?
I knew Poole was out.
I wanted to defend myself or maybe stop him.
Okay, Sidney,
we need to know where to find Poole.
I don't know.
All I know is he's playing the game with a vengeance.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
This right here. Here's the invoice.
All right, you'll have it in a moment.
Excuse me. Can I help you?
Oh, hi. Hi, I'm Bob Miller from Psych Services.
I'm here to see Sidney Dunlap.
Well, you're a little late, pal.
He was picked up to be transferred to a facility
on Potrero Avenue under heavy guard this time.
You're kidding me.
No. I'd call the home office if I was you.
Oh, thanks. Can I use your phone?
Yeah, that desk is empty right there.
DOMINGUEZ: Okay, Sherlock, what's next?
How we gonna find this guy?
I mean, he could be anywhere.
We're gonna set the bloodhounds out on this guy Poole.
Harve? Yeah.
Put out an APB on Poole for San Francisco
and all surrounding counties.
Right. And then get over to
Warren State Mental Hospital.
I want the psych reports,
the mental evaluations, the officer's reports,
the court transcripts and the, uh, murder book on the parents.
I want it all here by this afternoon, please.
It shall be done.
BRIDGES: This guy Poole is about to find out
that he's not the only one that's well-read.
WOMAN: Joe, line two.
Joe Dominguez.
(hushed): Joe... I need you to come home right away.
Inger, why are you whispering?
Joe, I need you.
Come home.
Okay, honey, I got it.
I'll be right there. (mutters)
What's up?
Some kind of emergency.
Anything I can do?
Uh, yeah, you can take over Lucia
until she gets over the colic.
Just kidding. I'll be back.
So, did you get everything squared away?
Yeah, you were right. He's down at Potrero Avenue.
Say, um, what's that guy's name?
He looks kind of familiar.
Uh, that's Inspector Bridges.
Nash Bridges.
I thought so.
Hey, honey.
Hey, what's up?
She's smoking.
What?
A cigarette. Can you believe it?
She says I can't wear perfume, and then she is smoking.
(sighs) Did you explain
we have a no-smoking policy in the house?
Yes.
What'd she say?
"A lot of people have that policy."
(chuckles) That's what she said?
Yes! I don't know which is worse,
a colicky baby or that woman in my house!
Look, okay, relax.
Look, it'll be just fine, okay?
I'll take care of it.
Nash swears by her.
Nash doesn't have to live with her.
But I have to live with you.
All right, look. I'll go talk to her, okay?
I'm not out in ten minutes, come and get me, all right?
DEBBIE: Yes. Yes!
Hi.
I was just, uh, checking on the baby.
Oh, she's fine.
Yeah, good.
Uh, well, good.
Um, you know, I don't know
if my wife made this clear to you,
but, uh, we don't
really allow smoking in the house.
Oh. Well, I'm in the house, but my smoke isn't.
Yeah. Well, uh, still, I don't know if, uh, secondhand smoke
and babies are a good combination.
You know, I've been taking care of babies for 25 years,
and not one of them has died prematurely
from my smoke.
Hell, I have nine children, and they're all healthy, too.
Yeah. Well, uh...
still, I-I think that we'd prefer that
you didn't smoke, uh, especially around Lucia.
Do you want me to leave?
I can pack up my things and be gone in half an hour.
And then this child'll be hollering
about a minute after that.
(Lucia fusses)
I'll...
(chamber music plays)
Be right with you.
(lock clicks)
When did you get out?
Oh, I've been out a while...
dear cousin.
Well, why didn't you come to see me earlier?
Oh, I had some other business to attend to first.
But I've discovered I need some additional weaponry.
I've finally found
a worthy adversary.
Nigel, what do you want from me?
Peace of mind.
Closure.
Revenge.
Call it what you will.
Nigel, you needed help.
I had to tell the police what you did.
Yes, I suppose you did.
Well, I got help.
I'm all better now.
I'm calling the police.
Put the gun down.
You can't shoot me.
Why not?
Because I'm the crazy one in the family, remember?
(shots firing)
HARVEY: Okay.
Whole new tack.
Joey has ten kilos of black tar heroin.
Lazy Boy needs a half kilo a day to work his corner
and he counts on Joey here for a week's supply.
Lemon Head gets 25% of Joey's take from Lazy Boy.
A kilo goes for a thousand bucks.
How much does Joey get?
$875.
(laughing) Exactly.
Ha!
Hey, Nashman. Hey.
Guess what? You know Nurse Debbie?
She's smoking, man.
Around the baby?
Around the baby, around the house, in her sleep.
Uh, pretty much anytime she feels like it.
Well, you told her to knock it off, right?
Right?
I tried.
And what happened?
I lived.
(chuckles)
This woman works for you.
She shouldn't be smoking around the baby.
She shouldn't be smoking, period!
I can't get through to her.
You know, I mean, on one hand, she's really great with Lucia.
On the other hand, uh...
What?
I'm scared of her.
(laughing)
You're a cop. What, are you kidding?
Go ahead and laugh.
When she worked for you, she was young and lively and...
You want me to talk to her?
(phone rings) No.
Maybe. Ah, I don't know. I'll let you know.
LEEK: Nash, there's been a shooting
at our antique store.
Take, uh, take Evan.
(siren wails)
OFFICER: All right, we're going in.
OFFICER 2: I'll cover Harve. All right.
Freeze! Police, freeze! Freeze!
Ev, you got him?
Yeah, I got him. Somebody go around back.
I got it.
He's dead.
Definitely dead.
What's that?
Oh, man.
(phone rings)
Nash.
Our Sherlock killer's struck again,
but there's something funky about the tableau this time.
Oh, yeah, like what?
He left one of your business cards on the deceased's body.
Plus, an illustration from a Sherlock Holmes book
stuck on a knife in his chest.
Hang on a second, Harve.
(chuckles)
"Let the game begin, Holmes."
He was here?
Outstanding deduction there, Joe.
(phone rings) WOMAN: Detectives, line three for you.
(sighs): Harve, I'm on my way.
Uh... Nash, uh, line three.
Who is it? Professor Moriarty.
Guys, get a trace started on this call, now.
This is Inspector Bridges.
(elegant music plays) So, Holmes, we meet again.
Listen, Poole...
I know your name and you know mine,
so how about you cut the crap?
Games have rules. We must play by the rules.
All right, I got an idea.
Let's just say you won,
and we'll get together and celebrate.
Oh, but I haven't won yet. (cork popping)
But I am quite far ahead.
Congratulations.
A Neibaum Rubicon, '85.
I do so admire
an enemy with an educated palate.
Joe, he's at my place.
Get a couple of unis over there right now.
So, uh, Poole, I'm kind of new at this game.
What's the next move?
This is my next move, Holmes.
Now it's your turn.
Mmm.
Best of luck, old chap.
(dial tone)
Unis will be there in three minutes.
He'll be gone in two. Let's go.
Wow. He drank your best bottle of wine, man.
That's got to piss you off.
Well, I'm not well cellared.
It probably pissed him off.
Nash, should I run this by the lab, get some prints?
Now, why bother?
We know who he is.
Hey, uh, where's Nick, by the way?
Well, thank God, he's down at San Diego
visiting an old Navy buddy.
Nash, we did the next of kin check on Eaton.
Ready for this? He was Poole's cousin.
Robbed by family, man.
It doesn't get any worse than that.
I mean, except for, like, the killing part, you know.
How the hell did Poole get your home address, Nash?
Well, apparently, he's as resourceful
as his, uh, hero, Professor Moriarty.
DOMINGUEZ: Did he take anything?
BRIDGES: No, it doesn't appear that he's taken anything.
But he has left something.
The Celebrated Cases of Sherlock Holmes.
You know, this guy's in a literary rut, man.
Somebody ought to turn him on to Jackie Collins.
(laughing): Joe, I loved that Hollywood Kids.
Mmm. No. Rock Star, that was the one.
Oh, she's not half the writer her sister is.
Uh, do you literary giants want to stay with the case here?
Hey, put that down, will ya?
What do you think this is, a crime scene or something?
Cops.
Harvey, was that, um, illustration that you
picked up at Eaton's... was it page 317?
Uh, yup.
What's that story from?
"The Adventure of the Final Problem."
Oh, I think I read that one in school.
That ends on a cliff, right?
Holmes and Moriarty do battle at Reichenbach Falls.
And what happens?
They both fall off and die.
Mmm.
It was the last book in the series.
If he's following the stories and he's told us which one
he's about to re-enact...
Why don't we read a few pages ahead and try to figure out...
BRIDGES: Nah.
He's using bits from one story and methods from another.
I got it. Maybe he's dyslexic.
Maybe we should find out exactly what he is.
He's a sociopath.
He also has extreme narcissistic
and megalomaniacal personality disorders,
which makes him, of course, unpredictable,
but also extremely dangerous.
Mm-hmm.
Were you aware of this game
that he was playing with the other patients?
Oh, the Sherlock Holmes thing, yes.
He played it in the day room with two other men.
That was his obsession.
Dr. Gabriele, we've noticed that
he's, uh, changed his MO somewhat with this last murder.
How?
(sighing)
Well, the first three murders were random.
And the crime scenes were meticulously arranged tableaus.
The last victim was somebody he knew.
His cousin.
And it was... pretty messy.
Yeah.
I'm not surprised that the crime scenes are getting more chaotic.
He's breaking down.
Now that he's playing the game for real...
he's having trouble holding on to the rationale of it.
So, if you were gonna go look for this guy,
where would you look? He's gonna go
for easier targets.
People that he knows.
People who are close to him.
People who pop up in his mind
who he has a reason to want to kill.
Like, uh, Sidney Dunlap.
And you.
Me?
He was in your apartment.
You have to bet that you are very high up on his list.
Well, that's good, because he's on the top of my list.
♪ Coming for to carry... ♪
(sighing)
♪ Me home ♪
♪ Swing low, sweet chariot... ♪
Why don't you go talk to her and tell her to turn the music off?
Me? Why me?
Because you and your other spouse
made the decision to hire her.
He was only trying to help.
I'm gone, all right.
(groaning)
♪ Sweet chariot ♪
♪ Coming for to carry me home ♪
♪ Swing low... ♪
(sighs)
♪ Sweet chariot... ♪
(groaning)
Nurse Debbie... Can I call you that, Nurse Debbie?
Uh, look, uh, we really think you're doing a wonderful job
and we appreciate your efforts.
It's just that if maybe you couldn't play the music so loud
in the middle of the nigh... You pathetic kiss-ass.
(sighs)
Look, Debbie.
Yeah, that's what I said, Debbie.
You come into my house, you play by my rules.
Got it, Debbie?
She's gonna punch me.
(sighs)
Look, please, please, I'm exhausted, man.
I-I just need to sleep.
I got a long day at work tomorrow.
If you could just maybe turn off...
Stop whining, you worm.
(sighs) This is insane.
I'm just gonna walk up there.
Whatever comes out of my mouth, that's it, man.
No more procrastinating. Just...
I need some pie first.
♪ ...chariot, coming for to carry me home ♪
Mmm, pie.
♪ Swing low ♪
♪ Sweet chariot ♪
♪ Coming for to carry me home ♪
♪ Swing low, sweet chariot ♪
♪ Coming for to carry me home... ♪
(music stops) DEBBIE: What do you think you're doing?
I was, uh, having trouble sleeping.
You're not eating that pie, are you?
I've been with your baby all evening long,
and the only thing that kept me going
was the thought of that piece of pie.
Please tell me you didn't eat that pie.
Hmm.
(phone ringing)
Oh.
(sighs)
Nash.
DOMINGUEZ: Hi, Nashman, it's me.
What the hell...?
Joe, it's 3:00 in the morning.
Oh, did I wake you?
She wants pie!
Why are you calling me?
Because you made me hire her.
You sound upset.
But, now, wait a minute.
No, no, no, no, you wait a minute.
You said everything was gonna work out just fine.
Are you going back on your word now?
(sighs)
All right, explain to me again what was wrong with
the apple pie at the Quick-Mart.
First of all, it was a tart, not a pie.
Second of all, she wants boysenberry.
And none of this strikes you as a little bit ridiculous?
Oh, you didn't see how angry she was.
Well, what the hell were you doing down there
raiding the refrigerator in the middle of the night, anyway?
That's not like you.
What are you talking about?!
She woke me up, man.
A complete stranger moves into your house
and completely takes over.
She's smoking cigarettes, she's listening to
loud gospel music at 2:00 in the morning.
Look, it's my house, and it's my kitchen and my refrigerator.
And it's my piece of pie!
So, you're saying you're angry.
All right, all right, all right!
I'm angry, too.
DOMINGUEZ: You've got to manage her.
That's what you do.
(muttering) Man, it's late, I'm tired.
Get the pie, let's go home.
(sniffs)
(chuckles)
Of course.
Um, can I talk to you about that piece of pie?
Hey, leave me alone.
Relax, relax.
I-I just need to, uh, have that piece of pie, okay?
What are you, the pie police?
Well, actually, yeah.
But right now, we're off duty.
Look, uh, this may not make a lot of sense to you.
Doesn't make any sense to me, you know, but
my whole happiness depends upon
that piece of pie, you know.
I mean, it's my wife and my baby
and my health and my sanity, you know.
Mine, too, pal!
Look, buddy,
I'm pleading with you.
I need that piece of pie. Look, you can have anything.
I'll get you ice cream
or cake or popsicles. Anything. I'll pay for it.
You know. But I-I need that piece of pie, okay?
So can you just give me the piece of pie?
What'll you give me for it?
You chiseling little weasel, I'll slap you...
I-I'll...
I'll give you anything.
You know, that coat looks ridiculous on you.
I don't care.
Comes with a set of pants, you know.
It's a suit. You can't wear the coat without the pants.
And you can't wear the pants without the coat.
(laughs)
Hey, hey, hey, hey! Come on, come on, come on.
Let's get out of here. Let's go.
(continues laughing)
You mean, while I was up studying
till 3:00 a.m., you were out partying all night.
I wasn't partying, you know, per se.
It was just, you know, genuinely moving,
deeply involving, soulful joining of two kindred spirits.
No, really, who was she?
Carmen from Traffic.
I introduced you to her.
And a generous man you are.
Wait a minute, I blew off two dates because you said
it would distract me from my studying.
Right.
You're still not comfortable with
the master-pupil relationship thing, are you?
BRIDGES: Harvey?
Call over to Potrero Avenue,
have Dunlap transferred back over here.
Oh, and, uh, have the sheriffs do it this time.
We might have half a chance of him not escaping.
Maybe he can help us identify
some of Poole's potential targets.
You got it.
DOMINGUEZ: Hey, so, how did the test go?
CORTEZ: I don't know.
They don't post the scores till morning.
Oh. You know, when I first got there,
I was thinking maybe I'll go with C.
You're kidding me.
That's not like you.
Yeah, well, I came to my senses and went with B.
I mean, why fiddle with a sure thing, you know?
In the immortal words of Sly Stallone, "Absolutely."
Nash, we're too late.
Dunlap made bail
40 minutes ago.
Don't tell me.
Poole bailed him out.
Yeah, the paperwork was signed "P. Moriarty."
(tires screech)
Oh, God, it's Dunlap.
It looks like it's our move again.
You know, I'm getting damn tired of this bastard's game.
So, in which Sherlock Holmes story did the killer
use a power cord as a murder weapon?
Well, this would be Poole doing his own rewriting now.
The only tableau here is, uh, his insanity.
(distant sirens wailing)
Harve, how's that list
of other possibles coming?
LEEK: Well, it's down to one, Nash... you.
Make that two.
Dr. Gabriele.
Harve, call her at her office.
Evan, try her at home.
(dialing)
What the hell is this?
DOMINGUEZ: Bridges. As in Nash Bridges?
No, he thinks I'm Holmes, not Bridges.
So what's this? The Golden Gate Bridge.
No, look at the crosshatch there.
It's meant to be the Bay Bridge.
Dr. Gabriele is not answering her phone at home.
LEEK: Not at work, either.
What the hell is that?
What?
That little thing right there.
What does it say?
"Sigmund Freud."
Hell, I could've told him he's crazy.
Where's Dr. Gabriele's office?
Uh, Geary and Taylor.
And her house?
5601 Folsom, apartment 7-G.
You can't see the Bay Bridge from there, can you?
Maybe from the roof.
Close enough.
♪ ♪
(gasps)
God, you scared the hell out of me!
I'm sorry, Doctor.
Have you seen Poole?
No, but... (gunshot)
Nash, the name of her building
is the Bay Bridge Tower Apartments.
That's right.
Stay with her, Evan.
And watch your back; this bastard's slippery.
Go this way.
(two gunshots)
♪ ♪
Glad you could make it, Holmes!
I wouldn't have missed it.
LEEK: Nash?! Over here!
High on a cliff.
A fight to the death.
Game's over, bubba. LEEK: Hey!
Not quite! Freeze!
(yells)
(thud)
(panting)
(sirens approaching)
Hey, you gonna let me hang here all day?!
Oh, you do this just to get my heart going.
Don't you? Grab on.
Come on.
We got you.
Yes! 720.
I can get on the list for lieutenant with that score.
Harvey, my man, I love you.
(chuckles) Aw, shucks.
You remember this moment?
I definitely will.
Let's see how the minorities did. Let's...
Ha! 675!
Puts me ahead of the bell curve.
It was a very good year for B.
Yes.
Hey, Harve, looks like
you're a little bit down from last year.
Eh, let's see.
Ouch, man. Maybe-maybe it was a typo.
Should have studied, bro.
(chuckles)
What? This can't be right.
DOMINGUEZ: Hey, you passed, man.
You're 40 points
ahead of the cut-off, man.
Plenty of cushion.
No, that's just not possible.
There's no way that I could've scored 540.
I mean,
not unless
it's, like, a godless universe.
Hi.
What are you doing here?
I just wanted to stop by and, you know, say thank you again.
Thank you, and...
(chuckles): You're welcome again.
I was wondering if I could buy you lunch.
Now?
Yeah.
I'm available.
Uh, Nashman, could I talk to you for a minute?
Uh, well, I'm a little busy.
Debbie called.
She wants to see me right away.
And?
Oh, I'm gonna see her right away, man, but that's it.
I-I've taken enough of her crap.
This is your supervisor?
Uh, baby nurse.
I'm gonna lay down the law, man, that's it.
She wants to work in my house, she goes by my rules,
or hit the road, toad.
And you're telling me this because...?
'Cause I need backup.
Come on. Come on.
Can I get a rain check on this lunch?
Absolutely.
All right, be strong.
You wear the pants.
That's right.
Right? Yeah.
Stand your ground. Okay.
Ready? Let's go.
Hi, honey.
Oh, Joe, good, you're home.
Hi, Nash.
Hi, Inger.
Hi.
So, uh, where's Nurse Debbie?
In the den.
You, uh, want me to go with you?
No, it's okay, I got it.
Uh, what's going on?
Where you going?
It's time for me to move on.
W-Why?
It's over.
You're sweet baby has come back.
Are you sure?
Oh, you can never be sure, Mr. D.
All you can do is love them, pray for them
and take it one day at a time.
Mr. B.
Debbie.
(Lucia cooing)
You don't think she's leaving
'cause I was too tough on her, do you?
No.
Look at her, Joe.
She's happy.
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