Oh, Daddy loves Chinese food.
No, man, I'm serious.
Oh, man.
He likes it big, baby.
It's more than a meal, Nash.
It's a cultural experience... Like Swedish massage.
BRIDGES: Or Russian Roulette.
(both laughing)
BRIDGES: Man, I thought you were gonna sweat through your shirt.
(women arguing) LEEK: Hot Szechwan, you kidding?
Man, it increases potency, baby.
Hey, what are you talking about, you low-rent whore?
No, this is my street. Are you not hearing me?
No, I'm not. Yeah, no, no, no, hey, hey, hey.
See, y-y-you don't get it. This ain't never gonna do.
This ain't never gonna be nothing but my street, all right?
Whoa, whoa, ladies, ladies, ladies,
Come on, calm down here.
No, hey, hey!
No need to use triple negatives now.
What's going on here?
Nash Bridges, will you tell this low-rent discount
skanky piece of booty to get off my block.
Hey, how'd you like that ratty-ass wig
wrapped around your skinny neck, huh?
All right, all right. Whoa.
Easy, easy.
What are you doing?
Now, time out.
Time out, you guys.
Hey, settle down.
Now... You get off my street.
Hey. Hey.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Listen to me.
This street is big enough for both of you.
What's the problem?
She's trespassing.
I'm trying to run a business here.
I ain't the one trespassing...
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
What's up with this?
I'm in such a good mood, I'm gonna ignore you.
See this?
Move along there, bub.
Now then. Now then...
Come here... I'm gonna suggest that you two...
Listen to me... you get together
and work this street in shifts, all right?
So you won't be in each other's faces.
I can't work with her.
Why, sure you can.
Because otherwise, I'm gonna arrest your ass.
And then it'll be my street.
(phone ringing)
Hello. Hello? Hello. Yeah.
Hey, it's me. I got it.
All right. Yeah, it's Nash.
You don't know me, Inspector, but my name is Emily Raskin.
I'm a reporter for the San Francisco Chronicle.
Yeah, Emily. What can I do for you?
I need to talk to you about your brother.
My brother?
Yes. Your brother Bobby?
What about him?
I need to meet you.
(gull screeches, Emily gasps)
Oh, God.
What is it?
Look, please...
Meet me at Fort Baker,
right under the bridge, in 30 minutes.
I'll be in a blue convertible, right near the water.
It's very important.
Wait a minute.
(beep)
Your brother Bobby, Nash.
He was listed MIA in Vietnam when?
1973.
24 years ago.
Wonder what she wants to tell you?
Well, I can't wait to find out.
(tires squealing)
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Check him.
He didn't make it.
No, neither did she.
(woman singing over bluesy organ riff)
Morning.
Coffee, boss.
Thank you.
Harvey, what do you got on the shooter?
Found a passport and visa in his hotel room.
He was a French national,
traveling on a Paris-issued visa, but he lived in Thailand.
This was stamped yesterday.
Guy gets off a plane, checks into a hotel room,
and then shoots and kills a reporter, all in 12 hours.
Very wonky.
Mail call.
We got a postcard from our buddy, Joe.
Joe!
(laughing)
Postage due?
On a postcard?
Well, I'm sure it had something to do with the exchange rate.
You know how Joe is.
Yeah. What is the currency in Montserrat?
"Dear kids, wish you were here.
"Weather's been a little overcast
since the volcano starting erupting two days ago."
Joe's in Montserrat? "It's not so bad, actually.
"A good 75 SPF sunscreen
protects pretty well against a lava flow."
HARVEY: "I hope you're having fun.
"I know we will, too, soon as we get the hell out of here.
See you next week. Love, Joseph."
EVAN: Well, that explains a lot.
You know, the cheap hotel rate and that kind of thing.
Huh, Nash?
Yeah, right.
Um, I'll be back in a minute; we'll get into this.
What's up with that?
I think that's about his brother.
We were on the street yesterday.
This reporter phoned, said she's got information about Bobby.
So?
So what?
So are you guys gonna explain Nash's mood?
Look, there's some things we just don't talk about.
Excuse me.
Well, his brother was in Vietnam, right?
Yes, yes, right.
Michelle.
Come here, come here, come here, come here.
Look...
Listen, Bobbie was a helicopter pilot, okay?
He got shot down during his second tour
in '73 over Cambodia.
They found the wreckage.
They didn't find him.
Wow. so he's MIA.
Yeah, that's exactly right.
So were Nash and Bobby close?
From what I hear, Nash just idolized him.
I mean, Bobby was the star quarterback,
a certifiable war hero.
He got the Silver Star and the Distinguished Flying Cross
before he got shot down and...
And the 'Cuda's Bobby's car?
Yeah, he gave it to Nash to take care of while he was in 'Nam.
Wow. No wonder he's so protective of it.
I'm no psychiatrist, but I think that Nash secretly hopes
that Bobby will show up one day and reclaim it.
Reclaim what?
Ah, nothing, boss.
I'm calling the Thai Consulate.
Let's make one thing very clear, guys...
This case is not about my brother, okay?
It's about a woman with a husband
and a family who was murdered.
Now, let's stay focused on that.
All right? Right.
Emily, uh, had just gotten back from Thailand and Saigon.
She was a great reporter.
She was working on a series of articles
she said would finally win her
that Pulitzer Prize she's been wanting.
What was she writing about?
It was an expose on the Southeast Asian heroin trade.
A pipeline connection she was calling
the "New French Connection."
We'd like to see all of her interviews
and notes, if you don't mind.
You can have 'em all.
She kept everything on computer.
I have it over there in my office.
Captain Raskin,
We are going to get whoever is responsible
for your wife's death.
When you do, you better keep 'em away from me.
EVAN: You know this guy?
No. I...
But he has Emily's computer.
You stay here. We'll take care of this.
Get ready. Yeah.
Police. Freeze.
Don't move. Hands on your head and get on the ground.
Put your hands on your head, and get on the ground!
What are you, deaf?
(speaking French) Oh, nice move.
Put your hands on your head. Now. Do it!
Thank you.
Now get on the ground.
So, "Francois Le Blanc." (woman translating)
If I find out that you were directly involved in the murder
of Emily Raskin, I'm gonna lock you down so long,
you'll be able to learn English as a first language.
You understand, bubba?
(speaking French)
TRANSLATOR: He says he can't help you.
Really?
Well, that's too bad.
Then I can't help him.
Book him.
CORTEZ: My pleasure.
Run his prints through Interpol.
Check with the French Consulate.
Call me wacky, but I'm gonna bet you
Monsieur Le Blanc has pissed off cops before.
Let's go. Get up.
(tires screech)
Drop it.
Get in.
Open the door.
Get out of the car.
THUG: Get in.
What is this, musical cars?
(chuckles)
No, no.
Nothing as frivolous as that.
So... who are you?
It doesn't matter.
But I have something for you.
Open it.
Thanks, but it really doesn't go with my outfit...
No, no, no, no, no, no. Open it.
It's yours.
All you have to do is get me Emily Raskin's computer.
You're twisting the wrong arm.
You have many sides to yourself.
Take the money.
It's the percentage play.
And if I say no, you kill me, right?
Go ahead.
So I guess the only answer is "yes."
Good.
How do I contact you?
I've got your number.
(speaks French)
Oh, Michelle.
You do
anything other than
exactly what I've asked, I'll be very disappointed.
I'm not looking for trouble.
Good.
(speaks French)
(shouts in French)
(screams)
(men shouting in French)
(speaking French)
BRIDGES: Here you go. Try this.
Oh, thank you.
(sighs)
Oh, perfect.
I didn't know you could cook.
Call it what you will.
So, uh, let me understand this.
Five heavily-armed men,
and your plan was to take them down
with a five-clip .32 caliber gun.
That was what you had planned there, huh?
Sounded better in my head.
(laughs)
Yeah, well, next time, don't use your head.
You stay in your head, you're gonna get toasted.
Comes from here.
Okay, what would you have done?
Well, I would've taken the money.
Then I would've called them later and asked them
for more money in exchange for Emily's computer.
And then I would've taken them down at the drop.
Smart.
Simple.
I'm sorry.
I feel so bad that I messed up.
I mean, knowing how you feel about your brother and all.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute.
Let's stay focused on Emily here.
That's our case, okay?
Yeah.
Okay.
Hello!
Cassidy!
CASSIDY: Be right down.
Hurry up; Nick's gonna be late.
Relax, son.
It's good to keep a doctor waiting once in a while.
Morning.
Who's that?
You're asking me?
I have no idea.
Hi, Daddy. Hi, Grandpa.
Hi.
Who-who, uh, who's the guy in the towel?
That guy?
Yeah, yeah.
The very same guy that walked out of your mother's bedroom
in the towel, into the kitchen, and just walked back in there.
That guy.
Hm, Mom didn't tell you, huh?
Apparently not, no.
Well, picture's worth a thousand words.
Aunt Lynette, look who's here.
Nash.
Well, it's good to see you.
Too bad it has to be so early.
Ah, Lynette.
It's all becoming very clear now.
And it's, um, almost 4:00.
Lynette?
Lisa's sister?
Uh, yeah. You remember my dad Nick?
Yeah, sure. I remember you.
How you doing, Nick?
Fabulous.
BRIDGES: I thought you were
teaching wind surfing or
something like that in Indonesia
or Botswana or...?
Yeah, I was.
Um, and then I-I started crewing
on this yacht in Tahiti with Harry.
The guy in the towel.
Harry.
Yeah, he's, he's not staying.
Oh, I could've told you that.
(laughs)
So, uh, Lisa didn't tell you that I was house-sitting?
Uh, no.
Yeah, Lisa figured it'd be a good idea if Cassidy
had a roommate.
You'll notice that I didn't say "role model."
So how long are you planning on staying?
Well, I don't know.
We'll just see how it goes.
Well, I think we need to get a few rules straight
if you're planning on staying for any length of time.
Wait.
Are you or are you not my ex brother-in-law?
Uh, yes.
I would be your ex.
But as long as you're living
in this house with my daughter, I am still the law.
However, while Lisa's gone,
this is Cassidy's house, and you're the guest.
Well, what does Cassidy have to say about that?
(chuckles) Don't you worry.
She'll put her two cents in.
(cell phone ringing)
(clears throat)
Nash.
Nash, we've hit the mother lode.
Tell me.
I was able to download her hard drive into my computer.
It's all there, all her notes.
Hell, I'm still getting them...
Names, dates, photos spewing forth.
Beautiful.
I'm on my way down.
Okay.
So I don't care how you work it out.
You and Cassidy figure it out.
I'm fine with it, just so long as it works for her.
Sure.
I don't want to cause any waves.
Don't kid yourself, sister.
That's what you do best.
LEEK: Gerard Marquette.
A relic from an old French
plantation family in Vietnam.
He's consolidated... That is, wiped out...
Most of his competition in the Pacific Rim.
Michelle!
I'm right here.
Don't be so far away.
Take a look.
BRIDGES: Survey says...
That's the guy from the car.
All right.
Oh, check it out.
Madame Nu.
Why am I not surprised she's involved in this?
Do you know her?
Intimately.
Yeah, Madame Nu's the grande dame
of the Chinatown crime scene...
Widow of Victor Nu...
Who was wiped out about ten years ago by the Triads.
MICHELLE: And now she runs the business?
LEEK: She took her husband's, like,
maybe five-million-dollar-a-year Asian heroin venture,
turned it into a $30-million-a-year
tax-free enterprise.
You could think of her as the Priscilla Presley
of the Imperial Empire.
LEEK: Exactly.
MICHELLE: That's impressive.
Harve, can you enlarge that?
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
Now clean it up.
Print that out.
LEEK: What is it, man?
Who's that?
I think it's my brother.
(ship horn blowing)
Nash, come on, man.
What are the chances this guy's your brother?
Better and better all the time.
(sighs)
Okay.
Come on, let's go back for a second.
Your brother was shot down, right?
Let's say that Bobby was lucky enough to survive the crash.
Let's say that he was lucky enough to avoid capture.
Let's go so far as to say that he's able to make his way
out of the jungle, across enemy lines and get to someplace safe.
I mean, he-he doesn't drop a dime to tell you
that he's okay, not in 24 years, man?
I know all this, Harve.
Nash, I'm not saying that he's not...
What are you saying?
I'm just saying, what are the chances?
It's never been about chances, Harve.
Come on, Michelle.
Let's take a ride.
I'm saying step out of the fountain now!
Step out of the fountain, mister!
Let's go!
This could be trespassing charges.
OFFICER: Get out!
Inspectors Bridges and Chan.
What's going on?
He was feeding the pigeons, causing a public nuisance.
I told him to move on,
he wouldn't go and resisted arrest,
and then he runs into the fountain.
All right, we'll handle it.
Angel!
Come on, get out of there!
Nash!
I had a feeling I'd be seeing you today!
Don't say that.
Come on, get out of there now.
Nash, you're on a quest, aren't you?
Let me offer you some guidance.
Let me offer you a towel.
I think it'll be a little more effective at the moment.
Hello, Michelle.
How do you know my name?
Ignore him.
Your meticulous nature has once again shown its advantages.
(handcuffs clicking)
You don't have to handcuff me.
I won't be leaving you today.
Aw, I'm sorry, Angel.
It's the rules, you know?
They wouldn't understand.
Here.
Climb in there.
Put that in a dry pocket.
You know,
your feathers are looking whiter than the last time I remember.
I just had them dry-cleaned.
Really?
Thank you for noticing.
Stay here. We'll be right back.
Wait!
You're not leaving me here alone?
People get arrested
for leaving their dogs in their cars.
Dogs aren't angels.
Besides, you're in a convertible.
And since you're my guardian angel,
you can watch after my car.
This isn't your car yet, Nash.
But it will be soon.
What is that supposed to mean?
Ah, I told you,
don't pay any attention to him.
Please, keep all the boxes of porcelain together.
Inspector Bridges.
Madame Nu.
What a surprise.
I had no idea you were moving.
It was a recent decision.
Based on...?
Contingencies.
Ah, contingencies.
Say hello to Inspector Chan.
My pleasure.
Hello.
Where are you moving to?
Hong Kong.
Why are you here?
A reporter for the Chronicle was murdered.
The man that pulled the trigger
worked for a guy by the name of Gerard Marquette.
I was hoping you could help me find Monsieur Marquette.
We are already in the third act of an opera
that is heading toward its inevitable conclusion.
I have a flight to make. I must go.
Madame Nu.
With all due respect, you're not going to go anywhere
unless you answer my questions.
Marquette has a new competitor for control of the heroin
grown in the Laotian highlands.
And who's that?
An American named Bobby Chase.
Tell me about him.
Please sit down.
Thank you.
He is from an area far north in Thailand,
where there are no other Westerners.
He's lived there since the war.
He organized the villagers in the region into poppy-growing
for his own heroin empire.
Go on.
Marquette's business began to suffer.
He tried to have Chase murdered.
But he missed.
Yet he found Chase's wife and children.
Marquette murdered his wife and children?
Yes.
And Chase is in town?
Yes.
To kill Marquette?
Yes.
(sighs)
Where can I find Marquette?
I don't know.
But if I were you, I'd check the art importers in town.
And Chase?
Where would he be?
Where he's comfortable.
Maybe in Chinatown.
If you have no further questions...
Now I must leave.
Madame Nu, you can go.
But don't ever come back.
BRIDGES: Run a check
with all the art importers in town.
Show them a photo of Marquette.
If you come up dry, check with my friend Eleanor Carrey
at Cunningham & Carrey.
She should be able to help you I.D. him.
Okay, I'm on it.
What's the matter?
I got a bad feeling about all this.
Hey, Nick. What are you doing?
I forgot how this old projector works.
(laughing)
Maybe that's because it's been 20 years since we used it.
I found all the old films
from the year you won the CIF Championship.
I never won the CIF, Nick.
Remember that 65-yard touchdown run you had against Crespy?
That was Bobby.
Where you been, son?
I been at work.
You should have called your mother.
She's been worried sick.
You all right, Nick?
Bobby, tomorrow I want you to mow the lawn.
Yeah, okay.
I get it.
Tomorrow I'll mow the lawn.
Are you staying, Bobby?
I'm staying, Nick.
I'm here for the long run.
It's been so hard with you gone, son.
I didn't know it till I saw you.
Have you seen Bobby, Nick?
Bobby...
you go get Nash and Stacy and tell them to come in to dinner.
Your mother's got it ready.
Bobby was here, wasn't he, Nick?
(clattering)
I just... can't do this.
It's all right. It's okay.
It's okay.
Harvey?
Yeah, boss?
Put a tap on my phone.
On your phone?
On my apartment.
Would that be of the official or unofficial variety?
Unofficial.
And put a uni cop outside my front door,
and make sure he has a photo of Bobby Chase.
Consider it done.
Well, what happened?
He visited Nick yesterday.
Oh...
(sighs)
Bobby Chase is my brother.
You sure, Nash?
When I wasn't sure, I-I was hoping that he was.
Now that I am sure, I'm wishing he wasn't.
Evan!
Got to go. Yes, sir?
Get over to my apartment.
If Nick goes out, go with him.
If he gets a phone call, listen in.
And if Bobby Chase shows up,
handcuff him to something immovable
and call me immediately.
You got it.
(sighs)
Now what?
My problems are multiplying.
(scoffs) Join the party, bubba.
I've gone from being a public nuisance
to a contempt of court charge.
All right, what happened?
Uh, the short version.
Well, I went to court,
and the judge ordered me to remove my wings.
Said they were inappropriate courtroom attire.
And?
I told him they don't come off.
Nash, I think I got a line on Marquette.
Hello, Michelle.
Hello.
Saddle up.
Here's what I want you to do.
I want you to go right over there and sit down,
and be a good little angel until I get back.
And don't bother anybody.
Hey, buddy. Harve.
Yeah. Check.
Take two guys.
Gentlemen. Go around to the back.
Michelle, the rest of you guys stay with me.
Move, move.
OFFICER: Let's go.
Move it! Remember, Marquette's the one we're after.
BRIDGES: Ready?
Go.
MAN: Let's go! Let's go!
OFFICER: Police! Freeze!
Hands up! Nobody move!
Hands on the table!
Hands on the table.
MAN: All right, all right, all right.
Keep those hands where I can see 'em, boys.
Where's Marquette?
MICHELLE: He's not here.
Where's your boss?
Nowhere you're gonna find him.
Really?
Want to bet?
What are you, a gun dealer?
(chuckling): Well.
Harve, look at this.
What do you bet that Marquette's on the other end of this line,
waiting to hear about this deal?
Mm-hmm. I'd take that bet.
BRIDGES: Mm-hmm. What do you do?
Recall and send?
That'll do it.
(beep) BRIDGES: Now where are you boys
from?
Texas? Oklahoma? Kansas?
(phone ringing)
Go on, Suspass.
Once in a while, I get lucky.
Well, hello
there, Mr. Marquette.
This is Inspector Bridges,
SFPD.
How you doing this afternoon?
I am busy, Inspector.
I am trying to make some money.
Well, I'm afraid we've made that task
a little more difficult for you.
You see, we're down here at...
Uh, what do you call this place?
An art import sort of storage deal thing here in North Beach?
You know your cowboy distributors?
Well, you can write them off.
Well, that's no good.
If I lose money there,
I'll have to make up for it someplace else.
Those kind of... Oh!
Half-assed threats... They just make me laugh.
Now, if you want a piece of me,
why don't you come on down and see me?
Better yet, tell me where you are, and I'll come see you.
I am...
wrapping up some other business,
and then, unfortunately, I have to go back to Asia.
Perhaps we can meet in Hong Kong.
Oh, no.
We're gonna meet way before then.
Harve, do me a favor.
Clean this mess up, and go easy on the art.
LEEK: All right, boys, come on.
Slip on your chaps. We're going for a ride.
Hey, Ev.
Hey.
Anything happening? No, no.
Nick just got up a little bit ago, and I offered
to cook him breakfast, but he didn't want anything.
Any calls? No.
Absolutely quiet.
All right.
Buenos días.
I know I slipped a cog last night,
but I'm feeling better today.
I don't want to be a burden, Nash.
Nick, you're a lot of things,
but being a burden ain't one of 'em.
(trolley bells clanging in distance)
Do, uh... you want to talk about it?
I have a feeling you do.
I'd like to know where he is.
I can't help you.
I wish I could, but I can't.
Isn't that just like him?
Comes to see you, and doesn't see me.
You always were competitive with him, weren't you, Nash?
What?!
No. Get out of here.
Nash, Nash, he's your older brother.
You wanted to be just like him.
You worshipped the ground he walked on.
Hell, who could blame you?
Old Bobby could light up a room.
And I, for one, am glad he's back.
He isn't back.
Will you listen to yourself?
You're talking about him like he's the prodigal son returned.
What about the rallies?
What about the MIA meetings?
Well, at the time, we thought...
That he was dead.
That's exactly right.
We thought he was dead.
He let us think that for 24 years, Nick.
24 years, he let us think that he was some kind of a hero.
24 years.
We didn't know he had a wife and children.
That you had a-a daughter-in-law
and grandchildren.
Then he comes back here
and doesn't even have the heart to face me?
What is that?
Who-who is that guy?
He's my son, Nash.
He's a deserter.
He's alive.
Can't you just be happy about that?
So, let me understand this.
What you're saying is you're just willing
to cut him any amount of slack, is that right?
I didn't say he was my favorite son, Nash.
Well, that sure as hell sounds like what you're saying.
Why are you so mad at me?
I'm not mad at you.
(cell phone ringing)
I ain't mad at you.
Nash.
One of the cowboys cracked.
Marquette's staying at the North Point under an assumed name
in the presidential suite, but he's out right now.
All right, I'm on my way.
I lost your mother.
And I thought I lost your brother.
And the fact that I didn't outweighs everything else.
Can you understand that?
Not right now, I can't.
LEEK: There's Marquette's car.
CORTEZ: Let's go.
That's Marquette.
(gunfire) Who shot?!
LEEK: What the hell?!
(gunfire)
Right there, Harve!
Marquette, freeze!
(groans)
(gunfire continues in distance)
Michelle.
Come and cover these guys.
♪ ♪
Tell me what you got, Harve. Just talked to Center Cab dispatch.
The cab that you saw... 1052... Just dropped his fare off
at 3211 1/2 Grant Street in Chinatown.
It's a rooming house.
What about the cabby?
Guy named Desmond Desai.
He's been with the company 14 years.
It was a straight fare, Nash, on the up-and-up.
All right, Harve.
Thanks.
Uh, listen, call Emily Raskin's husband.
Tell him we got Marquette.
Will do.
Nash, you want us to meet you there?
Nope.
I'm flying solo on this one.
Hello.
Inspector Bridges, SFPD.
Have you seen this guy?
No, no here, no here.
Yeah, he's here.
He's here.
I told you, nobody here like that!
He's here, he's here.
(both speaking Chinese)
I'm a policeman.
I'm looking for this man.
Have you seen this man?
(speaks Chinese)
No.
(speaking Chinese)
(door closes)
That man said for you to meet him.
Where?
Across the street, at the end of the alley.
Thank you.
(speaks Chinese)
(helicopter passes overhead)
How you doing, bubba?
Bobby.
Thanks for taking care of Marquette for me.
Had it coming.
Where you been, man?
Here and there.
Mostly there.
You look good, bro.
Why haven't you called, Bobby?
(sighs)
I didn't do a lot of things.
Kind of took a big left turn.
I guess you know that by now.
What were you thinking, man?
I wasn't really thinking.
You think I wanted my life to turn out like this?
You think this is what I had planned?
I don't know what to think.
Me, neither.
So are you back?
I can help you, Bobby.
I know you're good, Nash.
I been watching you.
But you can't fix it.
You know what I was
thinking about the other day?
Remember my green Pendleton?
(chuckles)
(laughs)
I remember you beat the crap out of me
when I took it out of your closet.
(chuckles)
That didn't stop you.
I wanted to be like you.
Yeah, well, now I want to be like you.
What do you want me to do?
Let me go, Nash.
I don't want to, Bobby.
Take care of Dad, and give Stacy a hug.
Bobby...
Take care, bro.
U.S. Attorney's Office called.
Thank you. Yeah.
We've been invited to join a task force...
Operation French Flag... To make cases against
all the players in this new Asian cartel.
CORTEZ: Yeah, they've got copies of all of Emily's, uh, articles.
Opera's over. What?
BRIDGES: Emily ended it
when she started writing about it.
But never fear, it'll start up somewhere else.
CORTEZ: So, Nash, uh,
what happened in Chinatown?
Did you find what you were looking for?
ANGEL: Salutations.
Angel, w-what are you doing here?
Aren't-aren't we finished with everything?
I had a vision, Nash...
I need to share with you.
In private.
Well, this is about as private as it gets.
Share away.
Nash...
Yes?
I heard a voice...
telling you to close the door behind you.
Close the door?
He isn't coming back, Nash.
Ever again.
Where'd you get this?
That's not important.
What is important is why I'm giving them to you.
Why?
So you could be whole.
(chuckles)
W-What was that all about?
(exhales sharply)
Whatever it is that Angel is all about.
So you didn't finish, man.
Chinatown?
You find Bobby Chase?
Nope.
(bluesy intro fades in)
♪ I never seemed to make friends ♪
♪ Like I did when I was young ♪
♪ Back when doing nothin' was a whole lot of fun ♪
♪ Hanging down in Hennessy ♪
♪ Drinking and playing pool ♪
♪ Now and then you see a friend ♪
♪ That you hadn't seen since school ♪
♪ And they say ♪
♪ What's up? ♪
♪ How you doin'? ♪
♪ Man, it's been a long, long time ♪
♪ Forget about it ♪
♪ It's all good ♪
♪ And everybody's doing fine ♪
♪ Chasin' beautiful women ♪
♪ Beer, whiskey and wine ♪
♪ What's up? ♪
♪ How you doin'? ♪
♪ I'm doin' fine ♪
♪ I'm all grown up now ♪
♪ And takin' care of what matters most ♪
♪ A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do ♪
♪ And I'm at my post ♪
♪ Tonight I want to go downtown ♪
♪ Like I used to do before ♪
♪ Down around the old stompin' ground ♪
♪ When I walk through that door ♪
♪ I want hear what's up ♪
♪ How you doin'? ♪
♪ Man, it's been a long, long time ♪
♪ Forget about it ♪
♪ It's all good ♪
♪ And everybody's doing fine ♪
♪ Chasin' beautiful women ♪
♪ Beer, whiskey and wine ♪
♪ What's up? ♪
(fading out): ♪ How you doin'? ♪
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