(ship horn blowing in distance)
You can't be leaving work every day
to run me across town.
Now, I'm thinking we should reexamine the idea
of my getting a driver's license.
Uh, let's examine this idea.
Cassidy is auditing a forestry class over at UCSF.
I'll bet she'd be happy to help out.
She doesn't want to spend her time
running an old man around town.
Well, it won't hurt to ask.
She'll get enough of that in your golden years.
Cold shot, Nick. Yeah.
Cold shot.
(phone ringing)
Hello.
Good morning, sweetheart.
How's it going?
I'm swamped.
Mr. Hornstein's letting me evaluate
grant proposals submitted to his Eco Green Foundation.
(laughs)
Congratulations. You've only been there a month,
and you're already taking over.
Not quite, but...
Uh, listen, sweetheart,
your grandfather's doing a little volunteer thing
over at the university.
I was wondering if you could help out with the transpo.
CASSIDY: Yeah, I'd be happy to.
I just can't guarantee I'll be available when he needs to go.
Well, don't worry about it.
Between you and me and Stacy,
we ought to be able to work it out.
(quiet thump)
Hold on.
What's wrong?
I heard something.
What?
I don't know, a thump.
Sweetheart, call building security.
I mean, I'm 20 stories up.
It's broad daylight.
The front door is dead-bolted.
How much safer could I possibly be?
(gasps)
Cassidy?
(grunting) Daddy!
Nick, put the bubble on the dash.
(tires screech)
Cassidy?
(muffled grunt)
Cassidy.
He's still here.
He's still here?
Come on, guys, help me.
All right, here's what you do.
Don't let anybody... Anybody... past that door.
Take her out there and keep her safe.
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Freeze!
(woman singing over bluesy organ riff)
Hey, how's Cassidy?
She's okay; got a bruise or two.
She's lucky.
Yeah, tell me about it.
Man, it'd take a pair of extra-large ones
to do a Greg Louganis off of here.
Yeah, why don't you call Burglary.
See it they're working anything similar.
And if they are?
We're taking it over.
Hey, Nash, we got his rig.
He got caught up in a tree, and he had to cut his way down.
Anybody see him? Nah, nobody saw a thing.
We're out canvassing the neighborhood,
but, uh, right now, nothing.
How's that happen?
Doesn't anybody look up in this city?
A guy scales a building 20 stories up
and then jumps off and nobody sees him.
You saw him.
Besides me.
All right, you don't BASE jump with an ordinary chute.
Let's see if we can run that down.
You got it.
Yeah, man, I wouldn't jump off of here
for all the beans in Mexico.
Would you jump off here?
If I had me chasing me, you bet your ass.
Talked to the owner about everything.
Harve. Yeah.
What do you got?
Well, it wasn't no mood ring.
The stolen item was an antique brocade necklace,
made in St. Petersburg, circa late 1800s,
appraised at... You ready for this...
5.2 mil.
Ah. Hope it was insured.
Is this Hornstein's mother?
Sylvia.
The necklace was a family heirloom
that was taken by the Nazis,
turned up in a Swiss bank after the war
and only repatriated to Hornstein a couple months ago.
Anything else taken?
Still checking.
All right, call the insurance company.
I need documentation on this necklace and a picture of it.
I want to know what we're looking for here.
Good.
Just leave my schedule on top of my desk
with my call sheets and then take the rest of the day off.
Oh, that won't be necessary, Mr. Hornstein.
I'll call you if I need you.
Yes, sir.
Inspector, I shouldn't have to
spell out how treasured this necklace is to me.
No, sir, that's very clear.
I expect this to get top priority.
If you don't think you can find the thief, tell me now.
I'll get someone who can.
I don't think you're gonna find anyone
more motivated to solve this case than me.
Nice to hear.
Sweet man.
(chuckles)
Oh, yeah.
No, you don't have to.
No, really, Mom.
She wants to come home.
(chuckles) Let me talk to her.
Look, here's Daddy.
Hi, sweetheart.
(chuckles): Yeah.
No, she's fine, everything's fine.
No, no, no, no.
You don't have to come home from Paris.
Stay where you are.
She can move in at my place for a few days.
And if anything changes, we'll let you know.
Yeah, we love you, too.
Bye.
I don't need you to baby-sit me either.
Just for a few days.
It would make me feel better, okay?
Fine.
I'm glad you're okay, brat.
Me, too.
I'm going to the john.
Go ahead. Hey, Nick.
What's St. Nick up to?
Well, Nick's been doing some volunteering work
over at the university research center.
That's where we were headed
until we got derailed by this thing.
So, how's Cassidy doing?
She's okay. She's tough.
LEEK: Oh, gee, I wonder where she got that from.
Lisa. (chuckles): Yeah.
So, uh, did you call Burglary?
I did. And?
They're real familiar with this guy.
He's pulled at least seven other jobs that they know of.
But they're getting nowhere with
their investigation, so they were darn happy
to hand it over to us.
What's the M.O. on Spider Dude?
Spider Dude works between 20 and 35 stories up.
He free ascends... That means no ropes.
It's all luxury high-rises
and office buildings.
He enters through balcony doors or through windows.
What about locks or alarms?
35 stories up, who bothers?
He seems to not only know that his victims are rich,
but also knows that they're not gonna be home.
Anything else?
Yeah, he takes only
the high-end stuff, he leaves the junk.
And before this morning, his take was between
two and 300 grand per job.
After this morning, he could save himself trouble
and buy a helicopter.
BRIDGES: What do we got on the chute?
Well, the chute was called a Sorcerer 666,
designed specifically for BASE jumping.
We know who sells it?
Well, they're available at several Bay Area extreme stores,
and this one was completely customized.
All right, let's find out who does
this kind of work, and Harve?
Whoever has this necklace
is gonna try and move it.
So let's run down our usual fences.
And concentrate on, uh, Mr. Leroy Pink.
Leroy Pink... who's that?
He's a high-end fence, a particularly vile, man.
Yeah, and the principal proponent of the theory
that cologne is an effective substitute for bathing.
(chuckles)
Have fun!
Joe? Hmm?
Do you remember that extreme nut ball that jumped off
the Golden Gate Bridge about a month ago?
Yeah. He was a street performer or something.
Yeah. What was his name?
Uh... Eddie.
Eddie Green. Green, right, yeah.
Yeah, that's it.
Why don't you see if you can run him down?
Think he's our man?
I think he might know our guy.
Hmm. Okay.
Good morning, sis. Hey, bro.
Morning, Dad.
And a beautiful good morning to you, Stacy.
(chuckles)
How's Cassidy?
Oh, she's okay.
Oh, good. I'll stop by
and see her after work.
That'd be good. Thanks, sis.
Let's rock and roll.
Uh, wait a minute, Dad.
Uh, since we're all here, maybe you could explain
where exactly it is you're going.
I told you I'm volunteering at the university.
Yes, but you haven't told me
what kind of volunteer work it is.
She's doing the jury summation thing on me, Nash.
Stop it, Dad.
Well, you are.
Oh, so you don't care what your father does?
Stacy, I'm sure he has a very good reason for not telling us.
Right, Nick?
I signed a confidentiality agreement.
You what?
What are you doing there?
I'm doing a research project.
It's engaging.
It's keeping me occupied.
Believe it our not, I managed quite well
without your approval of my activities
for many years of my life.
Can't argue with that.
I even raised three children.
Although I sometimes wonder how well.
I am not going to be made
to feel guilty for being responsible.
Stacy,
we have to respect his privacy.
I'm telling you, I'm going to be saying "I told you so."
Let's go, Dad.
Great, 'cause I'm late.
(chuckles)
Do you punks know who the hell I am?!
Yeah, you're the rank-smelling fence who ripped us off.
I told you I would give you the going rate.
That's what I gave you.
No, that necklace was worth
ten times more than what you gave us for it.
What, you want full retail on a hot piece?
(chuckles) Go to hell.
No, we just want what's coming to us.
I gave you what you had coming.
You know, you should kiss my ring
for even dealing with punks like you.
I got more friends in this town
than the two of you got teeth.
I'm protected.
(groans)
We don't care who your friends are, Leroy.
With enemies like us, you're not gonna be around long.
Listen, we're gonna be moving a lot of high-end stuff.
We need a reliable fence.
Come on, work with us.
I'm Leroy Pink, damn it!
If I'm still here in two minutes, you punks are over.
Leroy, something tells me, in two minutes,
you're gonna be gone.
(ship horn blows in distance)
It's really horrible, Kyle.
I don't think I've ever been so scared.
Just laying there on the floor, all tied up.
I didn't know if I was gonna live or die.
Awful.
I wish I was there to protect you.
I wish you had been, too.
My dad's good, though. He'll get him.
What?
Nothing.
So, what now? I mean, uh...
Are you out of it, or will you actually have
to go down and I.D. this guy when your dad brings him in?
I don't know.
You know, he was wearing a mask.
I couldn't see his face.
Except for his eyes.
I'd remember the eyes.
What, the color?
No, the intensity.
Well, you know they say, they say in extreme sports,
to conquer your fears, you got to fly in the face of it.
Easier said than done.
I'm sorry, Cass.
It's okay.
I'm glad you're here.
Cassidy, look, I... I got to be honest with you.
I know the timing really sucks here, but, uh...
What?
Well, I'm just not sure if...
What? You want to break up?
No. I...
God, I just don't want anything else to happen to you.
Nothing's gonna happen to me.
Listen, I want you to know, no matter what,
you are the best thing that's ever happened to me.
You better believe it.
DOMINGUEZ: So, uh, no second thoughts
about Cassidy taking the year off school?
I mean, even after this morning?
Bubba, that girl hasn't had second thoughts
in her entire life.
No. I was talking about you.
I'd rather she went to school,
but that bus has already left.
Hey, I think that might be our guy there.
You sure?
I don't know. Let's find out.
(dance music playing)
Hey, you're pretty good.
Hey, thanks, dude.
Monetary appreciation is most welcome.
Give me a fin.
That's a five, right?
Yes.
(mutters)
There you go.
Thanks, dude. What's your name?
My name's Eddie.
Okay, Eddie. Take my card.
Ah.
"Juggling, fire-eating, house-sitting"?
Well, you don't do those at the same time, do you?
Here, let me give you
my card.
Uh...
What is that?
DOMINGUEZ: Uh, technically, I think it's called skipping.
BRIDGES: No, no.
That's, that's running, isn't it?
Well, one of them is.
I hate that.
Whoa!
Eddie.
Yeah, the guy in the middle.
Get in the car.
You guys should have more respect for the extreme athlete.
It's about the future, dude.
And in the future, all Olympic events
will be forms of extreme games.
Is that right?
Yeah.
Because extreme sports is as much about the mind
as it is about the body.
It's all about psyching yourself up, dude.
And it takes supreme intelligence
to be an extreme sports
participant.
Hey, these are burritos, hombre.
I asked you for tacos.
I got you both, Eddie.
You dudes rock.
Well, Eddie, it's time to earn your keep.
Well, can't I finish first?
Finish later.
Can I at least have a sip of my milkshake?
Does that count?
It's a beverage. Come on, dude.
BRIDGES: Eddie...
if you're gonna be our helper, you have to help.
You sure I don't need a lawyer for this?
Positive. DOMINGUEZ: Look, we're not
arresting you. We're not even charging you.
All we want you to do
is identify who did these modifications, okay,
"dude"?
Wow. This is totally rad.
Outstanding craftsmanship.
See, they've redirected the flange vents...
re-spun the webbing
in alternating directions for more control.
It's hand-sewn, cross-stitched with Mylar thread.
There's only one place that does this kind of quality work.
Eureka.
It's an ultimate sports shop up on Folsom and Ninth,
run by a couple dudes,
Brad and Kyle somebody.
Bon appetit, Eddie.
Harvey. Yeah, chief?
See what you can dig up on an extreme sports store
on Folsom and Ninth.
It's run by a couple of guys by the name of Kyle and Brad.
Last names, dates of birth, criminal records?
Would be lovely.
Extra credit if you get their shoe sizes. (laughs)
Hello, beautiful.
So, uh, how was your research?
Oh, you know... routine.
Routine?
That's what I said.
Your hair's wet.
I took a shower.
You took a shower?
Why is it that every time I answer one of your questions,
you repeat my answer?
It's almost as if you don't trust me.
Dad, it's not that I don't trust you.
Honey, it's a university research center.
Cleanliness is their business there.
They've got locker rooms and showers.
We've got access to them.
It's no more complicated than that.
Fine.
Ah, Leroy, what did you do and to whom to end up like this?
His wallet's gone, and I don't feel any car keys.
Well, he's still got his jewelry, though, doesn't he?
Or most of it.
Jimmy? Yo.
Listen, his car's over there.
Make sure you go over it
with your finest tooth comb, all right?
Nash.
Harvey here.
Somebody hung Leroy Pink up by a climbing rope,
and planted an ice axe in his chest.
Not your typical mob hit.
Oh, good.
I hope Hornstein's necklace was hanging from the ice axe.
If it was, it isn't anymore.
All right, keep the heat on your street contacts,
and let me know what you find out.
Right-o.
STACY: Morning.
Oh, good morning.
Hi, Stace. Hi.
Coffee? Uh, no.
Is Dad ready?
He was tying his tie the last time I looked.
How long ago was that?
Mm, I better move him along.
That'd be good.
I need to talk to you, in private.
(sighs)
I am worried sick about Nick.
You heard about this university research program he's involved in?
Yeah, I heard about it. What's the problem?
Well, I think they're testing pharmaceuticals on him.
And I'm concerned it could be impairing his quality of life.
I don't know. He looked okay to me.
Well, that's what's so insidious about it.
Have you looked into it?
I couldn't get anywhere.
Flashing my assistant district attorney's badge
just made them clam up even more.
Then they flipped me to the university's general counsel.
Yeah. I get the drill.
Joe, I want to hire you.
I know you do detective work.
Oh, Stacy, no, no, no, no.
Come on, it's Nick here.
This is very important to me.
I've tried to talk to Nash about it, but you know Nash.
Yeah, I know Nash.
If he thought that anything was wrong,
he would've looked into it himself.
Joe...
Okay, all right, I'll do it.
But I'm not taking your money.
And don't tell Nash.
Sure.
Try not to.
I'll try.
Thank you, Joe.
I truly appreciate it.
Okay. I'll let you know what happens.
Thank you.
All right, bubba, what is it? Come on.
What?
You know what. You got that look.
What look? I don't got any look.
That guilty look.
Yeah, that one, right there. Uh-huh.
And don't try and deny it, 'cause it just makes it worse.
You know what? You're getting worse than Inger.
I swear to God.
Out with it. Come on.
I-I... I can't say.
It's about Nick, isn't it?
I promised I wouldn't say anything.
Who the hell would make you make that kind of promise?
Just watch the traffic... Stacy, right?
Uh-huh.
What the hell is she up to?
All right, she asked me to look in on Nick's situation.
Not a bad idea.
Wait a minute.
I thought you weren't worried about it.
Oh, I don't know.
Maybe she's right.
Okay, I'm lost.
All right, look... (sighs)
Whenever it comes to Nick,
Stacy and I have always been at odds with each other.
It's like a Pavlovian reaction for me.
Whenever she takes one side, I take the other.
It's been that way our whole lives.
In fact, if you hadn't tried to keep it from me,
I probably would've never realized how worried I am.
Well, that's clear as mud.
So what do you want me to do?
Look into it.
See what we got, and then we'll figure it out from there.
All right. That's cool.
Oh, but don't tell anybody we had this talk.
No way.
I'm a human encryption.
Hey, I got some preliminary stuff
on our extreme sports boys.
Shoot.
Brad Armitage and Kyle Chambers.
Both well-known gonzo athletes,
though Armitage is widely acknowledged
as the reigning god of BASE jumping.
Apparently, he climbed up the St. Louis Arch
with suction cups, all the way to the top.
630 feet.
And jumped off?
Yeah. And he got three months in the federal pen for his trouble.
Anything pop up on C.I.I.?
Yeah. Chambers has a juvie record.
Armitage was convicted in '95
on two counts possession of stolen goods.
He's on probation.
BRIDGES: All right.
Thanks, Harve.
One other thing...
These guys are suspiciously rich.
I mean, they co-own a 65-foot sailboat,
they drive Porsches, they flash a lot of cash.
Normally, it might not raise flags,
but they're in an underground sport.
There's no money in that.
And that store, from what I can tell, isn't exactly a gold mine.
Evan, let's take a ride over there.
I'm with you.
Uh, what about me?
Uh, don't you have something else
that you, uh, have to take care of?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Uh, how you getting in?
Don't worry about it.
I've got a very sophisticated plan.
(snoring)
Nice experiment...
"Fred."
WOMAN (over P.A.): Sleep Disorders, contact 2219.
Sleep Disorders, contact 2219.
Only Alpha Group test subjects beyond this point.
Oh, yeah, well, check the badge. I'm one of the volunteers.
You're Beta Group. You took a wrong turn.
Your experiment's this way.
Oh. Uh, well... This thing...
Yeah. Right over here.
Remove your shirt, please.
We hardly know each other.
Ta-da!
Ooh, kind of tingles.
Is this, uh, some kind of airplane study
or something?
Remain motionless.
Don't suppose I can get frequent flyer miles out of this, huh?
(indistinct conversation)
Tough room, huh? Mm-hmm.
Excuse me.
(clears throat)
Never fails.
Oh. Hey, that's not bad.
Thanks.
Oh, first class.
Dry roasted.
(thunderous rumbling)
(clamoring)
(engines whooshing)
(rock music playing)
Ah, this place is cool.
Yeah, if you like loud and insane.
And your point is?
Don't tell me. Skyboarding.
You guys definitely look like
a couple of skyboarding dudes to me.
No, cop dudes.
We're looking for Brad Armitage and Kyle Chambers.
Uh, I'm Brad. What's up?
I'm Inspector Bridges. This is Inspector Cortez.
I understand you guys customize BASE jumping canopies.
Sure. All the time. Why?
You done any work on a Sorcerer 666 lately?
Yeah, we've knocked out a few of them
the last couple of months.
It's a pretty specialized rig,
lot of experience definitely required.
Why?
Well, we'd like a list of the names of the people
who have had that particular chute customized.
Why?
Why not?
Look, man, BASE jumping's
pretty much an outlaw sport, right?
I hand over the names of my customers to the cops,
I might as well toast my... (Bridges chuckles)
Let me just stop you right there. See...
if you don't give me the names, I'm going to go away
and I'm going to get a piece of paper,
and then I'm going to come back and shut you down,
get the names anyway, only then I'm going to be pissed off.
All right. Whatever, man.
Let me ask you something.
Would you happen to own a Sorcerer 666?
I don't jump anymore. I got a bum knee.
You believe him?
Does he look like he's got a bum knee to you?
Nope.
Daddy? Cassidy!
Hey, what're you doing here?
Uh, I'm working. What're you doing here?
Trying on my new blades. Um, Dad, you remember
my friend, Kyle Chambers, I told you about?
Kyle, this is my dad.
Hey, Mr. Bridges.
Kyle.
Oh, hey. Hi.
How you doing, sweetheart? Where you going?
Out. Oh, yeah? With who?
A friend.
Kyle? Dad.
(phone rings)
Wait a minute. Hello?
WOMAN: Uh, Nick? No, Nash.
(dial tone)
Look, Dad, don't wait up, okay?
Wait a minute.
Cassidy, I don't think it's such a good idea
for you to be hanging out with those guys right now.
Look, he's cooperating with you.
That doesn't make him a suspect.
(phone ringing)
Wait a minute.
Hello?
WOMAN: Nick? No, Nash.
(dial tone)
Well?
Look. There's somebody in that crowd that's a bad guy.
Now, I'm not saying Kyle is involved.
Well, then Daddy, what are you saying?
I'm saying I would rather you didn't hang out with him
until I see how this thing plays out.
Do you see why I don't tell you things?
Do you see why I don't introduce you to my friends?
Everyone is suspicious to you.
Cassidy, why don't you just trust me on this?
Ooh, look, you work with scummy people every day.
That's your job. Wait!
But Kyle is not one of them, and neither am I!
Wait a minute!
I remember that.
She okay?
I don't know.
How you doing, son?
Well, I've been better, Nick.
Well, why don't we watch some news?
That always makes me feel better.
Ah, I'm going to fix some dinner. You go ahead.
Ah, not me. I'm going to micro a burrito.
I want to be in bed by 8:00. I got a big day tomorrow.
Did you hear that? He's going to bed.
At 8:00.
BRIDGES: So?
Maybe he's tired.
He's a night owl.
Have you ever known our father to be in bed by 8:00? No.
Beer? Yes. Never.
Stacy, Stacy, Stacy.
I'm thinking that you're overreacting here.
Nash, Nash, Nash. I'm thinking I'm not.
Do you want to stay for dinner?
(sighs)
How can you eat while some doctor
is turning our father into a lab rat?
(TV plays indistinctly) It's simple.
I'm hungry.
Oh, fine. Eat.
I'm going to get to the bottom of this, and when I do,
you're going to regret that you didn't get involved.
WOMAN (on TV): Thanks, Bob...
No, thank you.
Well, la-di-da.
Well, la-di-da to you.
(sighs)
MAN (on TV): may have uncovered the link to the cause of herpes.
(snoring)
MAN: With the discovery, the doctors say
they are now isolating bacteria and may be...
Stay on it, Evan. One of the names on that list
is either going to be our guy or lead us to the guy.
CORTEZ: All right. Well, I'll run the rest of these names
and hook up with you guys later on.
Do you want to slow down, man? See ya.
Later.
Bubba, what's the problem?
I'm only doing 30.
You all right?
Too windy? You want me to put the top up?
Hey, Nash, man, pull over, please.
(vomiting)
(groaning)
You all right? (horn honking)
What the hell happened to you yesterday?
Oh, I'm not sure, man, but...
I'm never drinking coffee on an airplane again,
I'll tell you that. Well, you got in all right, didn't you?
Yeah, I got in, but it wasn't pretty.
What the hell are they doing over there?
I don't know.
I didn't get in your dad's experiment.
To tell you the truth, I don't know if I'm up to it, Nash.
I'm not liking this, Joe. I'm not liking this at all.
You know what, Nash? I hate to admit it,
but maybe this time, Stacy's right.
Well, I'm going over there.
Well, good luck.
And you're going with me.
One Caribbean iced tea for the lady,
soda water for the gentleman.
You're pretty good at this.
I used to be a waiter before I was a cop.
Mmm. Me, too. After school.
But my dad didn't want me to work during school stuff.
Right, right. So, um, what did you want to see me about?
I need some advice,
but I can't talk to my dad, 'cause he'll freak out.
Okay...
I think my boyfriend's involved with this stolen necklace.
What makes you say that?
Well, he's been really different ever since the robbery.
I mean, he's been making all these cryptic comments.
And it's kind of just a gut feeling.
That's not gut.
So, what do I do?
Did you talk to Stacy about this?
No. I don't want it to get back to my dad.
Look, if this was about anything else,
I would say that you were right.
But these guys are playing a dangerous game here, Cassidy,
one that you almost lost. I think you should go to Stacy.
You know, if anybody can help him, she can.
You're right.
I guess I just needed to hear it from someone else.
Now, you got to do me a little favor.
Okay?
Don't tell your dad about this little meeting we had
because I got caught between you guys one time before,
and I don't want to go there again, okay?
Your secret's safe with me.
Okay. But thanks.
You're easy to talk to.
Yeah, so are you.
WOMAN (over P.A.): Paging Dr. Becker.
Excuse me. I'm Inspector Bridges.
I'm looking for a patient by the name of Nick Bridges.
Uh, this is a confidential research center.
I'm not allowed to... Uh-huh.
Well, consider this a walk-on-water pass.
Now, take me to him.
(man groaning)
What kind of sick experiments you guys conducting here?
I don't know. It sounds kind of familiar, though.
Uh, what's going on here?
I'm sorry, Doctor. He says he's with
the San Francisco Police Department,
and they're looking for Nick Bridges.
This is highly irregular. I'm sorry. I can't allow this.
Bye-bye, big boy.
NICK: See you around, Evelyn. Thank you.
(man and woman moaning in distance)
NICK: Aw, holy hell.
I knew this was too good to be true.
Nick, what in the hell is going on?
This place is like a steam room.
Sweetest gig I ever had, son.
They're actually paying me to have sex.
(moaning continues)
(laughing)
You're kidding me, right?
Well, they're studying the effects of varied diets
and exercise programs on the sexual habits
of the 50-plus generation.
Mum's the word.
Uh, Nashman, uh...
they're probably taping him.
NICK: What?
I never agreed to that.
All right, you pseudo-scientific perverts.
We're going to need those tapes.
Oh, Murray!
Hello.
Go away.
No can do, buddy.
We need to talk, Murray.
Get out.
We got to move something, we got to move it fast,
and you're the man for the job.
I told you, I'm not in that business anymore.
Yeah, well, you just got back in it, all right?
You get your standard cut, plus we got a little bonus for you.
Leroy Pink's ring.
Where'd you get this?
Let's put it to you this way.
You don't do this for us,
the next piece of jewelry we'll be giving away will be yours.
Make us happy, Murray.
You don't want to see us mad.
NICK: Now, don't go getting your ire up, son.
It was under doctor's supervision.
Aw, hell, Nick, I don't care about that.
I was just worried about you.
I still got the moves, son.
I just don't have the stamina.
You know, there is a difference.
For instance, did you know that caffeine actually
has a reverse effect on me?
Oh, uh, don't mention the word "coffee," if you please, okay?
(laughing)
Hey, uh, what're you gonna do about this tape?
Uh, that would be an excellent question.
By the way, did anybody call for me?
Uh, yeah. They did call.
But they hung up when they heard it was me.
Now I know why.
Hey, so how're you gonna explain this
to Stacy?
Now, Stacy doesn't need to know about that.
She's already trying to curtail my social activities.
If she finds out about that, my goose is cooked.
(phone ringing)
It's probably for you.
Nash.
It's Evan. Guess what I found?
Uh, Spider Dude?
Close.
Hornstein's necklace?
And guess who had it?
Okay, give me a clue.
Uh, 5:00 shadow,
oily disposition, and purple Skechers.
Murray Krow.
In the flesh.
All right, put him in interrogation.
We're on our way.
DOMINGUEZ: Uh, more coffee, Murray?
Come on, guys, please.
I gotta use the head.
I'm sorry, was that a no?
Where'd you get the necklace?
I-I-I don't know.
How should I know?
Oh, I'm sorry, Nash. How rude of me.
Would you like a cup of coffee?
Please.
If it's not too much trouble.
Not a bother at all.
Please, guys.
Before something bursts.
You know, that was... I was set up.
I mean, that bag was part of a load of cheap Navajo
bracelets and...
I could give you the guy's name in Phoenix.
(chuckles)
That is pathetic, Murray.
Even for you.
DOMINGUEZ: Yes, and unimaginative, too.
You see, Murray, we're not interested
in the "B" and "C" grade stories here.
We know you're working with our guy.
What I want is a name.
I really need to go to the bathroom.
Not a problem, Murr.
We just need a name.
Let me make it easy for you, Murray.
Some people are better with pictures
than they are with names.
If I recognize the guy?
Well, let's just say things would flow better for you.
Well then, you gotta promise me something.
If I give you the guy, you gotta take him out.
Murray, we're not hit men, we're cops.
Peace-loving, law-abiding police officers.
Then you gotta put me away.
Far away.
These guys are psycho, man.
Murray, just look at the pictures, will you, please?
These two.
You sure?
Yeah, yeah, I'm sure.
Positive? Yeah.
My back teeth are floating now.
Please...
Can I go to the bathroom?
Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want to go to the bathroom?
It slipped my mind. I'm sorry.
Evan, could you take Mr. Krow here to the men's room?
Harve, get a warrant from Judge Golden
for Brad Armitage and Kyle Chambers.
Put that back in the safe, and put that back in the pot.
KYLE: One sec. (door buzzer)
Hey. Hey.
Uh, listen, we need to talk.
About?
Kyle, I want you to tell me the truth.
Are you mixed up in these robberies?
Cassidy, look...
Kyle.
I need to know the truth.
Why are you asking me this?
Look, my aunt's an assistant D.A.
I talked to her.
She said if you turn yourself in right now
and testify against Brad, you'll do
a few years in prison, but that's it.
A few years?
Kyle, look, it's not too late.
Yeah, it is too late.
It's been too late since the day I was born.
Kyle...
Cassidy, look, it's been fun, okay?
But you're heading down one road,
and I'm heading down another.
You could turn around.
No, I can't.
Look, you said you wanted
to know the truth.
Well, I guess the truth hurts, doesn't it, huh?
Back off, Brad. You wouldn't be thinking
about ratting out your partner now, would you, buddy?
Kyle, let's just go... Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...
Don't touch me. Let go of her.
You bring a cop's daughter in our lives,
you're gonna give me attitude, huh?
No.
(groaning)
(gunshot)
Kyle.
(sobbing)
Kyle.
Cassidy?
Kyle's been shot.
Where's Brad?
He went out the back.
Check the back, guys.
Kyle, put your hand on there very tight.
Hold it hard.
Now talk to me.
Where was Brad going?
The San Francisco Bank on Pine for the stash.
The San Francisco Bank on Pine.
Go. Go. I'll be right behind you.
Are you okay?
(sniffing)
It's all right.
(siren wailing)
I got you.
It's over, so why don't you come on over here
and slip into these?
Why don't you come over here and put 'em on me?
Do it any way you want to do it.
I bet if I take you hostage... The big SIU honcho...
They'd give me a limo to take me anywhere I wanna go, huh?
Yeah, you could.
Why don't you turn around, put your hands behind your back?
You done?
Yeah, you're done.
DOMINGUEZ: Something tells me
he's not here to lend you his yacht for the weekend.
Probably not.
Joe, you want to get that item out of the safe?
Good morning. HORNSTEIN: Morning.
Inspector, these are
private investigators from the McKinley Detective Firm.
I've engaged their services to retrieve the necklace.
I expect that you'll want to fully cooperate,
since it'll ease your burden and help to recover my property.
Didn't give us much time, did you, Lewis?
Cases get cold rather quickly, don't they, Inspector?
I thought you could use the help.
(chuckles)
Normally, I don't share information on my cases
with freelancers.
But in this situation, I'll make an exception.
You know, Inspector,
the first time this necklace was stolen from our family,
we had no recourse, no one to turn to.
Well, I'm gonna suggest, Lewis, for your own peace of mind,
that you don't confuse that time with this one.
Now I know where Cassidy gets it.
Good day, Inspector.
You're welcome.
You know, sometimes the rich are really hard to like.
Bubba, what are you gonna do if one of those schemes
of yours pays off, and you get rich?
Oh, I'll be different.
(laughing)
Come on, let's go find Nick.
Hi.
It looks worse than it feels.
Yeah.
I just wanted to thank you for the advice.
You've been there for me.
I care about you, Cassidy.
I know.
Boy, do I have bad taste in men.
Occasionally.
Yeah, I'm one to talk.
I'm not exactly the right person
to be passing judgment on that subject.
You'll find somebody someday.
You sound just like my mother.
Anyway...
Listen, I-I-I should get back to work...
Me, too.
Thank you.
Anytime.
Bye.
(sighs)
Hey, Stacy girl.
Hey.
Is Joe around?
He was here a minute ago.
Oh. Well, I'll just leave him a note.
All right.
Let me explain this to you again.
Tell her the truth.
Will you stop beating that dead horse?
Do you want your sister to know the intimate details
of what went on in there?
Because I sure as hell don't.
Personally, I'd go
with the bereavement counselor idea.
Look, you help people get over
the loss of their loved ones, okay?
It's simple, it's easy to remember, and it's believable.
NICK: And that's why I had to sign the confidentiality agreement...
Because I knew too much
about the intimate details of their lives.
Exactly.
Plus, it takes it out of you emotionally, you know.
That's why you've been so exhausted.
Not bad.
This from the people that brought you Watergate.
What's wrong with that?
Nick, she can handle the truth.
She's a D.A.
She's been around the block a few times.
There's nothing here that's gonna rattle her cage.
So you'll back me up if she launches?
Absolutely.
Okay. Let's go face the executioner.
Done.
LEEK: Baby, I saw the phone bill.
Not all 900 numbers are pornographic, you know?
Oh, no.
What?
The tape, it's gone.
Hey Harve, have you seen a, a big manila envelope on my desk?
Yeah. Stacy took it. Why?
(Stacy gasps)
Oh, my God!
I wanna finish my decaf.
(shuddering)
I'm going with him.
Hi.
Oh, hi, Daddy.
Wow. It's kind of cold in here.
Want me to turn the heat up?
No, I'm fine.
What're you reading?
The World According to Garp.
Hmm, good choice.
Oh, fried ice cream from the Yerba Buena Cafe.
Even better. (chuckles)
Your favorite, as I seem to recall.
You okay? Mm-hmm.
Where were you?
Right there.
"It was a boy, their second son.
"Duncan's brother was called Walt.
"It was never Walter, and never the German Valt.
"He was simply a 't' at the end of a 'Wal.'
"Walt, like a beaver's tail smacking water,
"like a well-hit squash ball.
He dropped into their lives and they had two boys..."
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