So, what's the story on this guy, anyways?
He was vague.
He did say Joey Rubino would be involved,
so I figured it was worth a chat.
Joey Rubino, the Rubicon rackets guy?
That's what he said.
Uh-huh.
Who's, uh, "he?"
"He." He's the guy that called me.
You don't even know this guy?
I know we're practically married,
but let's lose the nagging thing, all right?
Just curious.
(rumbling) What is that?
What?
Is that an earthquake? What?
Joe? Yeah?
Buckle up!
There's only one way in or out.
I'm thinking this was a setup!
Joe, good guess, Joe.
Try and shoot out his tires
before he puts skid marks on our foreheads!
Uh, Nash, he's got us pinned in here.
Any ideas? Yeah.
I'm thinking next time meet your CI in a coffee shop.
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Oh, damn!
All right,
call for backup, we're better off...
We're better off on foot!
You think?
Backup's on the way.
Let's go give this guy a ticket.
(groaning)
Okay.
1,001...
Let's go.
(sirens wailing)
(groaning)
(cracking)
(sirens wailing)
Think he's playing possum?
Nothing would surprise me now.
You know him?
Never saw him before.
Who killed him?
Hell, I'm more interested in who's trying to kill us.
(woman singing over bluesy organ riff)
Harve, anything?
Call me back.
Well, our dead trucker was no hit man.
No record at all, in fact.
A parking ticket.
His name was Jimmy Gantry.
He was a poultry farmer from Petaluma.
Ha, I knew it, El Pollo Loco.
Man, those chicken guys are all nuts, man.
I think it has to do with the incubator fumes
and the grain dust. What is this?
Broken collar bone, shattered fibula, cracked cranium?
We left him alone for two minutes.
Those were all pre-existing injuries.
What killed him? Broken neck.
Well, that'll do it. Every time.
And there's no connection to me and Joe?
We didn't arrest him, we didn't put any of his relatives away?
Before this afternoon, he never
saw either of you, far as I can tell.
What about the phantom killer?
Gone with the wind, baby.
What's this?
LEEK: Found that in his wallet.
What is that, a phone number?
Nah, too many digits for a local, too few for overseas.
What about a, uh, vehicle ID number?
Two digits shy of that.
Swiss bank account?
A poultry farmer with a Swiss bank account?
Makes as much sense as a poultry farmer
trying to crush us with a monster truck.
He's got a point there.
Check and see if Gantry
had any connections with Zurich, all right?
And, uh, meantime, get me a, uh, an address on poultry man.
LEEK: Okay, we know he roosted in the mission.
I'll have an exact in five minutes.
Call me in the car.
Hey, could we take a bigger car this time?
Maybe a bus?
Any prospects?
Got a few candidates lined up.
We're set up at the coffee bar for tonight.
These guys are my prospects.
Okay, this guy's raped five women.
Don't take any unnecessary chances.
Harve and Evan are gonna be right there.
Yeah, like I said, no unnecessary chances.
(phone ringing)
Nash.
CASSIDY: Hi, Daddy. How's it going?
Hi, sweetheart. Fine. How are you?
Great. Are you free for dinner?
Uh, when?
Tonight. Um, Paul made reservations
at this place called the Neon Iguana.
Uh, who's Paul?
A friend. The reason why we're having dinner.
How's 8:00?
Uh, that sounds great, honey.
Great. Okay, I'll see you there.
Bye.
Cassidy?
Yup. She wants me to meet "Paul."
This is definitely a first.
Must be getting serious.
She's 19.
Uh, weren't you engaged at 19?
Don't push my buttons.
But I'm so good at it.
"What are you doing this afternoon, handsome?"
This guy's already sent us his picture.
He doesn't even closely resemble
our rapist.
He's got blond hair, no scar on the forehead.
Now unless you're trying to set up a date
for yourself, move over.
Okay, fine.
EVAN: "I like
classical music and a quiet night alone with a good book."
MICHELLE: Every woman who's met our rapist
on the Internet said the same thing.
He goes for professional, conservative women.
Right, right.
So what kind of music do you like, really?
Oh, jazz, Joni Mitchell, old R & B.
Really? So do I.
Really?
Oh, seriously.
Houston, the eagle has landed.
MICHELLE: Okay. Let's see.
We got dark hair, six-two,
into Carlos Fuente novels.
What slot do we have free?
What do we got?
We got a 7:00 p.m.
Okay. How's coffee,
say around 7:00?
Cool. Put him on the board.
Romeo at 7:00.
MICHELLE: Hey, look.
True Romantic sent his picture.
I'm the one that got him interested, actually.
LEEK: Oh, dear.
(Leek laughing)
Whoa.
Full monty.
Whoo, baby!
Yeah. This isn't a home, it's a gym.
It certainly has the aroma of one.
If you can reach those windows, knock one out.
Look at this stuff.
"Electrolyte enhancer.
"Metabolic body blaster.
Builds muscle while it burns fat."
Maybe I should try this.
Don't drink the evidence, Joe.
Jimmy Gantry, Northern California kickboxing champion.
Looks like our dead guy was one
of those ultimate fighting geeks.
Ultimate fighting.
That's where a bunch of bouncers get together
and beat each other up on an anything-goes level?
Well, anything but eye-gouging and hooking.
What's hooking?
Hooking is when they stick their finger in your mouth
and rip your face off.
Ah. Glad we don't have to worry about that.
So why would an ultimate fighter want to kill us?
Practice?
Okay.
(grunting)
(Bridges laughing)
Why is my car wearing shoes?
Oh. Maybe he's
a good Samaritan stopped by to change your oil.
Nah, I don't think so.
Yo, Mr. Goodwrench.
Come on out here. Let's get... Hey!
BRIDGES: Hey!
You do smog checks, too?
(man grunts)
Joe, come over here and grab an ankle.
Come here, you.
Come on, get out of there.
(grunting)
All right.
Aah! DOMINGUEZ: Go ahead.
Throw a kata, I'll throw a bullet. No, no, no.
No, you don't want to get into the ultimate,
ultimate fight, bubba.
Come on, put your hands on your head.
Now.
Ooph...
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey! Oh!
(horn beeping)
BRIDGES: Uh-oh.
No, that's not a smart move there.
(tires squealing, horns honking)
DOMINGUEZ: Think that thing has brakes on it?
BRIDGES: Nope.
You think he can stop
before he gets down to the, uh...?
No. (man yelling)
(tires squealing, cars crashing) Oh.
I hope he's got a good HMO.
MAN (over P.A. system): Lieutenant Mendoza, com line four.
Lieutenant Mendoza, com line four.
MAN 2 (over P.A.): All inmates C.P.A., report to east yard compound.
All inmates, C.P.A.
There you go.
MAN: Christy Wilson to the library.
MAN: You got 15 minutes.
Christy Wilson, report to the library.
(chuckles)
Oh, hey, bro.
You look good.
So do you.
Parole hearing's still set for tomorrow, right?
3:00 o'clock.
Nash Bridges?
Still alive.
You may want to increase the amount.
Nothing succeeds like greed.
We're business people.
I never overpay for anything.
Not even your freedom?
Okay.
Tell the guy to add another 200.
Consider it done.
I miss you.
Not for long.
You'll be out soon.
Good.
Here we go.
Yeah.
Now don't run off anywhere, Happy, all right?
If you do, point it up hill.
Oh, Evan, could you welcome Mr. Ching to the SIU family?
With pleasure. Hold that.
I got this, uh, off of Mr. Ching.
Internet address?
(banging, Chang moans) Well, of course it is.
CORTEZ: Oh, sorry about that.
Well, let's see what's got
all these ultimate fighting geeks all hungry.
Okay, we got surfage.
BRIDGES: Oh, now, that's cute.
DOMINGUEZ: Hey, you got your own website.
Okay, it's the numerical Whoa.
Equivalent of Kill Nash Bridges dot com.
What is... what's going on here? Whoa.
Bubba, your bounty just went up!
Hey.
That's really good news.
Good picture of you.
You got background on Mr. Ching? Uh, yeah.
Also an ultimate fighter.
Apparently, he was pretty good at it.
Seems that he won a couple of Tae Kwon Do championships.
Yeah, bet he never won a skateboard championship.
Contact all the Ultimate Fighting organizations
in the nation, get a list of all the participants.
Far as I'm concerned,
they're all liable to be coming after me.
And tell Harvey to giddyap on tracking that Web site.
You got it.
Imminently on it.
I got nothing to say.
Oh, you got a lot to say, bubba.
You just ain't sayin' it.
Look, I know how this works.
You try to get me to give you information
for a reduced sentence.
Not interested.
(laughs)
You don't plead down attempted murder on a cop...
Butthead.
You don't?
(laughing): Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
You see, you're done.
You're going away.
You're gonna do time.
12, minimum.
That's minimum time, maximum security.
You know, where the real ultimate fights take place.
Ooh.
And that's just when
big bubba wants your share of tapioca pudding.
You don't look too happy,
happy?
Is that pain killer wearing off,
or is reality setting in?
What do you want from me?
Who gave you the web page address?
Happy, your brother's doing hard time
down in Lompoc for manslaughter.
Yeah, so, what's your point?
You're gonna be in "D" block, in San Quentin.
Unless you want to talk shop.
And then I can get you a bunk down there with your brother
at the Lompoc villas.
Maybe.
Offer expires in five seconds.
All right.
It was e-mailed to all of us.
So it must've been someone who, uh,
knew a lot of ultimate fighters.
No kidding. (laughs)
Well, la-di-da, that's not very illuminating.
You can do better.
Okay.
I heard it was Becca Tate.
Becca Tate?
How do I know that name?
She's Louis Jackson's sister.
And lawyer.
Aren't you supposed to testify against Louis Jackson
at his parole hearing tomorrow?
Why, yes, I am.
Thanks, Happy.
Things are starting to make a lot more sense now.
I'll let your brother know you're on your way.
So, baby, this is one superior Web site.
And unfortunately, they've got your number, Nash.
Favorite haunts, detailed description of your car,
home address. (groaning)
Should we check in on Nick?
No, he's in San Diego
visiting an old Navy buddy, thank God.
They've also got current cases you're working on.
Must be how Gantry baited us.
Whoever set this up
must've hacked into the SFPD computer network.
Harve, how's the hunt for the Web-meister coming?
It's an offshore account. West Indies.
We're tracking it through the accounting records.
We're close. Stay on it.
Evan, get me everything you can
on Louis Jackson's sister, Becca Tate.
Who's Louis Jackson?
Uh, he was the first straight to video
gay porno kingpin, back in the mid-'80s.
Used to get rid of the competition
the old-fashioned way... He burned 'em out.
Arson?
His last torch job killed four people,
two of 'em kids. Nash pays his
respects every other year
by attending his parole hearing, make sure they won't
let this guy out.
Well, I can see why he wants you dead.
Ditto. Get on it.
CORTEZ: I'm a-gettin'.
Do I know you?
Just how my mother pictured me.
Oh, she doesn't buy the badge and gun bit?
She's getting used to it. Well, you look great.
Thanks. Don't take your eye off of her, please.
CORTEZ: Not a problem. Call San Quentin,
patch it through to my car.
Tell the Warden it's about Louis Jackson.
(buzzer)
MAN (over PA): Cell block three.
Cell block three...
Hi there, Louis.
My, you don't look happy.
I missed my yard time.
It's a bitch, isn't it?
Even when you're in prison,
I can pull your chain just on a moment's notice.
Lock you down, move your cell, change your job.
Bring you in here in the middle of the night.
Hell, I pretty much own your ass, don't I?
You get some kind of perverse thrill harassing me, Inspector?
You get some perverse satisfaction
out of killing kids, Louis?
I served my time.
Yeah, you should've gotten the gas chamber, bubba.
The jury didn't share your view.
Come on over here and sit down, Louis.
Tell me about your sister.
(chuckles)
She's a wonderful lawyer, isn't she?
You better get together
and have a little family chat,
and call off this bounty thing,
or I'm gonna change the rules.
I don't know what you're talking about.
The internet Web site, Louis.
(chuckles)
I'm in prison.
I don't have a computer.
I certainly don't have a Web site, whatever that is.
(Bridges laughs)
Well, you better get access to one,
'cause you got a big problem.
Me.
In here, we settle our disputes man-to-man, Inspector.
Well, out here,
I settle my differences by winning them.
So, Paul, what do you do for a living?
I'm a photographer.
He just finished shooting
the "Firemen of the Bay Area" calendar.
What a fabulous experience.
I spent three weeks at various fire stations.
And you should see these guys.
They work this really rough and tumble job,
but they look like they just popped out of GQ.
Oh, really.
They were so sincere
and generous with their time.
Far cry from New York.
Hmm. Is that where you're from?
Yes.
Paul's taking me there.
To-to New York? Yeah,
just for the weekend. We're gonna go see Rent.
Oh, fabulous show.
I-I've seen it three times.
I had this completely transcendent experience,
like it was me on stage.
Like they were singing about my life.
I know what you mean...
Like West Side Story.
I was Tony.
Mm-hmm. CASSIDY: Sandy, Grease.
I know, total cornball.
But I loved it.
Uh, can we get back to this, uh, New York thing.
Uh, this is crazy... Uh, where you staying?
Well, Paul's good friend is the concierge at the Soho Grand.
He's giving us a deal.
Oh, this is great.
Two rooms, huh?
Daddy.
Daughter.
If I was at college right now I'd be in a co-ed dorm.
Hey, she's got a point, there.
Did I tell you that Paul's taking photographs of me.
Photographs. Your daughter
looks fabulous on film.
We were doing some test shots the other day.
You gotta see these, man.
Fabulous?
(laughs)
Are we ready
to order?
Well, the deal is, you have no business telling her
she can't go to New York.
I don't give a damn if she goes to New York.
That's not my concern.
Okay, what is your concern, then?
Didn't you notice something special about Paul?
Seemed like a nice kid.
Smelled good.
What?
He's gay.
What?
He's gay! Oh, come on.
Oh, come on, man,
he used the word fabulous about 10,000 times.
He has this unbalanced love for musicals,
and, uh, and-and how about his hair?
Did you see his hair?
He has gay hair?
Aw, man.
How about the way he checked out the waiter?
So what, it was a hot-lookin' waiter.
Hey, I checked him out, too.
That doesn't make me gay, does it?
I cannot believe you didn't get this.
(sighs)
Nashman, it's San Francisco, man, who can tell anymore?
I mean, straights dress like gays,
gays dress like straights, you know.
I grew up in San Francisco, bubba.
I can tell you if a person is gay
in about half a second.
Well, people think we're gay.
No, people don't think we're gay.
Pepe thinks we're gay.
Yeah, well, so, he's gay,
so he should have pretty good gay-dar, right?
Oh, that's pretty good. Yeah, like it?
But I can't tell you about anybody else's equipment,
I can tell you that that guy is gay.
Should make him the perfect travel companion, then.
That's not the point.
Cassidy has obviously fallen in love with this guy,
and I'd like to cut it off at the pass
before they both get hurt.
Why would Cassidy fall in love with a gay guy?
Why wouldn't he tell her he's gay?
Maybe he doesn't know he's gay?
Well, if he doesn't know, how do you know?
Ah!
Sound check.
Can you guys hear me?
Yeah, loud and clear.
But you might want to switch to herbal tea.
We don't want you scaring anybody
off, darlin'.
Don't worry, it's decaf.
So have you guys got a clear line on the door?
Yeah, we got you covered.
Okay, here we go.
Ooh, our very first gentleman caller.
Hi. I'm Kenneth.
Romeo, 58-4-35?
Uh, of course, the, uh, Shakespeare fan.
Are you disappointed?
You-you look disappointed.
LEEK: No, because I expected Tom Selleck
and I get Danny DeVito? No.
Uh, your profile said that you were tall and muscular.
I-I took a little dramatic license.
Must be the Shakespeare influence.
It's not that I would ever actually
commit suicide, per se,
because I have too much respect for human life.
However, sometimes I'm
hitchhiking,
I think that if a car were to veer off the road and hit me,
eviscerating me instantly,
some part of me would be profoundly relieved.
LEEK: Lend him your gun, Michelle.
That's, uh...
I find you incredibly attractive.
I can see
you're a passionate, sensual woman.
You just need an experienced guide
to help you... fan the flames a little, you know.
Oh, come on, Wayne, you're married.
You're married.
CORTEZ: Is that a problem?
Is that a problem?
Isn't that strange, I say it here
and it comes out there. That's weird.
Definitely weird.
♪ ♪
(chuckles)
Whoa!
(Leek laughing)
What? LEEK: Michelle, you might
want to ask him... her out before Evan does.
(laughs) Thanks, Harve.
(yelling)
Yeah, that's what I thought.
Somebody left the door open on the elevator.
(grunting)
(men grunting and thudding, items clattering)
(blows landing, grunting)
(man yelling, blows landing)
Whoa.
Uh, you want to break this up?
Ha! Not particularly.
I say we let 'em blow off a little steam,
settle their argument.
(grunting)
Oh.
You know, usually when I see an ultimate fight
in my living room, it's a Pay-Per-View deal.
Bubba, it looks like I'm gonna be paying for this, too.
(grunting)
Mm. Wow, the big guy's got it.
Are you kidding me?
I got the little guy ahead on points.
(yelling)
Five bucks? (blows landing)
You're on.
(grunting)
(bones crunching, grunting)
All right, we better do our thing.
Come on.
You first.
(grunting)
BRIDGE: Okay, big boy, let him up.
Neutral corners.
(grunting)
What, are you, crazy?
This is a gun.
Here you go.
Buckle up.
Nash!
(grunting)
Damn!
Where the hell are these guys coming from?
(sighs)
Ground Hog Day!
(grunts)
Ground Hog Day?
I was...
You got it.
(sighs)
If you tape my house,
your body will be the next dead one.
Yes, sir. Thank you.
So what do we do, take 'em down to the SIU,
see if we can get 'em to talk?
Nah, they don't have brains or teeth enough
to be of any help.
Is that my last yogurt?
Mm. Is there a problem?
(phone ringing)
Nash.
Nash, it's Evan.
I heard about your houseguests. Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
My coffee table is firewood, but I'm fine.
What's up?
Well, I tracked down Becca Tate,
and apparently, she has a client named Aton Keyes.
Seems that he promotes ultimate fights.
Ah, there's our link.
Good. Address?
29-74 Green Street.
Pacific Heights. Toney.
Yeah, they got money.
All right, great. Thanks.
Is that my last apple?
I'll buy you lunch tomorrow.
Yes, you will.
(footsteps approaching)
Hi.
Hi, Daddy.
What happened to your table?
Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, well,
I, uh, brought a little work home from the office.
What's up? Oh, well,
I knew you'd be up late,
and-and this was kind of dying over at Mom's,
so I-I thought I'd bring it to you.
Oh. Yeah.
It'll be safe here as long as it doesn't get shot.
(clears throat) So, Daddy?
Yeah? What did you think of Paul?
Paul.
I liked him.
Uh, Paul is a, uh,
conversation that, you know,
I don't want to have on the fly,
and I'm a... I'm a little rushed right now.
So, um, could we talk about this later?
Yeah, that's fine. Oh.
I'll be back from New York on Monday. Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute.
Daddy, I'm not looking for your approval here.
I was just hoping you'd like him.
Oh, Cassidy. No, but-but why should you?
You never like any of my boyfriends.
That's not true.
I liked, um, uh, that a, uh...
Well, what...
Matt. I think... Matt.
Matt. I liked Matt. What happened to him?
He fell in love with Sharon Skomer.
Wow. She's lucky, huh?
What's wrong with Paul?
I mean, he's great looking,
he's got a good job, he likes me.
He's gay.
What?
He's gay.
Oh, no, no, Daddy, you're-you're kidding.
Just because he's so good looking?
No, no, you're just... you're out of touch.
Am I?
Paul is not gay.
How do you know?
What are you saying?
Have I slept with him?
I would never bring that up in a million years,
but since you have, have you?
That's none of your business.
You're impossible. Hey.
Why? Because I care about you, and I care what happens to you?
Do me a favor. Don't.
(sighs)
Should have had plants.
It's not a contract, it's a bounty.
We can't just order these guys to do it faster.
They know the deadline.
The deadline is in five hours.
Listen, call the guy, have him post a new bounty.
A million five.
We added 200.
If they think it's gonna keep escalating,
they'll just wait longer, see if it goes up again.
As your attorney, I can't advise it.
Then do it as my sister.
Excuse me... Don't use that tone with me,
Louis. BRIDGES: Oh, is that your brother?
Good. Let me talk to him.
What the hell are you doing here?
Hey, Louis, how are ya?
Nice house. Beautiful view.
I can see how you could be anxious to get out.
Get off of this phone.
Oh, okay.
(dial tone)
I hope you have a warrant for this violative intrusion.
Well, I have a warning.
Better start using your head, or I'm gonna take it off.
Are you threatening me?
I don't know. Joe, was I threatening her?
Mm-hmm, sounded like it to me.
Well, there you have it.
I guess I was.
You've been trying to kill me, sister.
(phone ringing) All bets are off.
(clears throat)
Yeah. Nash.
Nash, we got it.
Our local webmaster is Adam Miller,
47-01 Turk Street.
Yeah, good work. We'll take it.
See you in court, counselor.
It's all right, I got it, I got it.
MICHELLE: Oh, wow.
I think Michelle's actually into this guy.
Oh, they've been chatting for 30 minutes.
Putting in 75, maybe 80 hours a week.
Michelle, he's not our guy. No scar.
MICHELLE: Putting in all those hours,
I'm sure you don't have a lot of time...
Michelle!
Oh, I'm playing hooky today.
I told my assistant that I'd be in court.
LEEK: Yeah, yeah, and I drive a really expensive car,
and I make a whole lot of money.
Why don't you worship me?
Michelle, why don't you tell
Big Ben to take a walk?
LEEK: Come on, Michelle, move it along.
(clears throat)
What?
Uh, nothing.
Um... you know, you're just not what I expected.
Okay, court adjourned.
Counselor, can I see you in chambers, please?
You okay? Um, yeah.
You know, I'm just gonna get a little bit
of cinnamon for my coffee.
I'll be right back.
You guys really need to grow up.
Good-bye.
(click, static)
She hung up on us.
No. That's rude.
And so he put on his glasses,
and there was this huge chunk of pie on his glasses.
Excuse me. Is your name Michelle?
Uh, yes it is.
There's a phone call for you at the counter,
and it seems important.
Okay. Um, would you excuse me for just a minute?
What are you doing?
You know that's not our guy.
Look, I know he's not the guy, but I...
It's 15 minutes before my next date, okay?
Just indulge me. Give me five more minutes.
Yeah, okay.
I'm sorry. That was my assistant.
Oh. I probably should be going anyway.
Oh, okay. Um...
Don't get me wrong.
I have really enjoyed talking to you.
Oh, well...
Listen, I don't know how to put this, but...
the last woman I dated was a firefighter.
I like physical women.
Maybe even women who are dangerous.
You know, I-I can be dangerous.
Michelle, you're a really nice person,
and I'm sure you're gonna find the right guy.
(clears throat)
Great.
Are you Michelle?
Uh, I'm sorry?
Hi. I'm Alex.
SFPD!
Don't move!
Freeze!
Give me your hand. Give me your hand.
LEEK: What's the rush, bub?
Didn't even finish your coffee.
Relax. Cuff him. Yeah, yeah.
Could you wait over there, please?
Yeah. Thanks.
LEEK: All right, relax, relax.
(gasps)
Adam Miller.
Is he in there?
Yes.
(rock music plays over headphones)
Adam?
Adam.
Adam?
Adam! (staticky feedback)
Hey, hey, hey.
Oh, no you don't, little Billy Gates.
Luna, call the police!
It's okay, we're already here, honey.
Uh, Adam...
do you recognize me?
Here.
How about now, Adam?
Oh, yeah.
You're that dead guy.
Not yet.
You're the dude who created the Web site
that put a million dollar bounty on his head?
Impressive.
They told me it was some kind of cyber game.
Who's they?
I don't know. Some guy.
I mean, it was all done over the internet.
Never met him.
Hmm. Or her.
(sighs) And you thought
hacking into the police records was just part of the game?
Look, I did what they asked.
I mean, I'm-I'm just a kid.
Just a kid... with very expensive tastes.
How much did they pay you, Adam?
3500 bucks.
First thing we're gonna do is call your parents.
Then you're gonna go back into that Web site,
and you're gonna make some changes for me, you got it?
How much do I get?
(laughs)
Well, that's gonna depend on the judge...
little bubba.
What is wrong with kids today?
Parents?
Hey, why can't they be like I was,
perfect in every way?
(laughing)
What are you laughing at?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I'll say.
Joe. Mm?
Guy with an ax.
(grunting)
Son of a bitch.
This is war, you bastard.
Want me
to shoot him? No, no, no, no.
He might be able to tell us something. Hey.
I think maybe I better shoot him. Oh, no, wait.
We don't need another dead witness. Yo,
Paul Bunyan. Hello!
Put the ax down, there's no more bounty.
Put it down.
Put the ax down, nimrod.
I'm trying to save your life.
Come on. (grunting)
(groans)
Back off.
(screams)
Timber.
(man groaning)
You bastard.
(groaning continues)
Do you know how hard it is
to find original factory parts for a '71 'Cuda?
(man crying)
That's right, cry.
It's very sad.
You know, Nashman, it's a real fine line
between being protective and being intrusive.
I'm just being a responsible parent.
Well, I don't know.
Take J.J.
I mean, he brought home some weird chick...
You know, pink hair, pierced tongue.
One girl even lived in her car.
But I didn't say anything, and it just worked out fine.
You just gotta give it time.
So you're saying, if I just stand back, it'll play out.
Yeah, you could give yourself the same advice
you always give me.
Butt out.
Not an option. You know,
she's spent more time with this guy than you have.
If he's gay, I'm sure she would've figured it out by now.
Yeah, why hasn't she?
For that matter, why hasn't he?
Who you calling?
Cassidy.
You haven't heard a word I said, have you?
Relax, I'm gonna call and apologize.
(phone rings)
Hello.
Hello. Who is this? Paul?
Uh, Mr. Bridges?
Yeah. Hi, Paul.
Uh, what're you doing there?
I'm setting up a photo shoot for Cassidy.
I've come up with a concept.
Film noir.
It's gonna be fabulous.
Okay, great.
Uh, tell her I called, will ya?
Thanks.
I'm two blocks away from Lisa's.
I'm going over there and settle this thing once and for all.
I'll see you back at the SIU.
Mush, bubba.
Mush.
And fill it up with premium.
(grunting)
Cassidy?
Hello?
PAUL: Hey.
Uh, Cassidy's not back yet.
Uh, well, actually, I wanted to talk to you.
You got a minute?
Uh, sure.
Great. Um...
want to sit down?
Let's see,
how best do I put this?
Um...
(sighs)
Well, I...
You know I'm a cop, right?
Mm-hmm. And I meet a lot of people,
and, uh,
I like to think that I'm a...
I'm a pretty good judge of, uh, people and their character.
Uh...
could I make, uh, an observation?
Oh, of course.
Have you ever considered that you might be gay?
What?
Gay.
Now, I'm not trying to embarrass you,
and I grew up in San Francisco,
so it's...
It's not an issue for me.
And I understand
that this is a hell of a city to be gay in.
Uh, so I-I think what I'm saying is, is that,
the sooner you come to terms with it,
the better you're gonna feel.
My problem is,
is that you're dating my daughter...
and I'm thinkin' that she's in love with you,
and that means that sooner or later,
one or both of your hearts is gonna get broken.
I'd like to not see that happen.
I... I see.
Okay.
Um, think about that before you go to New York.
Okay?
Sure. Yeah,
good, all right.
Mr. Jackson asks for your forgiveness.
I'm going
to suggest that you ask Mr. Kaiser here
if he forgives Mr. Jackson
for killing his wife
and putting him in that chair.
Hell, no. Never. Inspector,
do you have any further evidence to present?
We're currently investigating Mr. Jackson
for conspiracy to commit murder.
Not exactly the actions of a man that's reformed.
And does the Inspector have any proof of this allegation?
BRIDGES: Yes.
And what evidence do you have that
my client was responsible for this?
It's in the works.
Mr. Jackson has been eligible for parole
for the past five years.
He's been a model prisoner.
And he's already served a greater percentage
of his time than 85%
of the state's felons.
I see no reason why he should be denied parole again.
BOARD LEADER: Inspector, can you produce hard evidence
that Mr. Jackson is responsible for the bounty?
Not today.
Which is why I'm asking for this continuance.
You can't grant a continuance with no new evidence.
I know, Ms. Tate.
(sighs)
This board is charged
with adhering to the letter of the law,
as well as the spirit of it.
Therefore, we have no choice
but to grant Mr. Jackson his lawful right to parole.
Mr. Jackson is hereby
released and remanded
to the custody of the probation department.
What the hell?
MAN: some pads and some ropes.
Hi, Louis.
Welcome home.
Mmm, su casa es mi casa, amigo.
What the hell are you doing here? Louis Jackson.
What is this? You're served.
I believe that would be an eviction notice.
Oh, very nice.
Kind of a Caligula thing.
I demand to know on what basis this is actionable.
It turns out that you and your brother
have been operating a business here
improperly for years.
Yeah, you see, this area's not zoned for business.
Well, not to mention the commercial
space permits, and the business license.
Occupancy permits, uh,
insurance clearances, things like that, you know.
Oh, and you had about ten fire code violations.
And that's not good.
It appears you've been red tagged
for seismic retrofitting.
Hey, don't worry. With a good lawyer, uh,
like your sister,
clear this up in two or three years.
You think you can beat me, Bridges?
BRIDGES: Yeah.
MAN: Need for you to rope that down.
Yeah, that's it, boys.
Take it away.
LOUIS: What are you doing with my car?
Oh, uh, impounding it.
Drug seizure.
We found these in the glove compartment.
Those are prescription!
Ah, we called the pharmacy.
They're not yours. Makes 'em illegal.
Hey, you might be eligible
for rehab.
You want to play, Bridges?
I'll play.
Good.
Only this time just remember,
now you're playing on my game board.
Soon as I complete my investigation,
I'm gonna have your ass for conspiracy to commit murder.
Third strike.
No parole.
Back in the can.
Hey, here you go.
What's this?
Uh, you just jaywalked across the street.
BRIDGES: Oh!
One more thing.
You're gonna be
hearing from the California Bar Association.
Something about
improper conduct.
See ya.
Wouldn't want to be ya.
This was supposed to end our problems.
Oh, I'm going to end all this.
We tried to kill him already.
It didn't work. Becca,
persistence has always been one of my virtues.
Now, come on. (sighs)
So, did that guy call?
Who? Uh, Ben? Yeah.
Yeah, he sent me an e-mail.
A blow off.
He said he was confused
and he needed some time to think.
Wow, that's too bad.
Yeah.
First decent guy I met in months
and, uh, he's looking for me,
I'm pretending to be somebody else.
Well, at least you made the arrest, right?
Yeah, well, there is more to life.
Isn't there?
Oh, yeah, definitely.
It's-it's out there.
Somewhere.
Good night.
(sighs)
(phone beeping) Yeah, good work.
Later. Thanks.
Nash.
Nash, it's Randall.
What's wrong?
Let's swap, Bridges.
You for him.
233 Dockside Road.
And, uh, come alone, or Mr. Kaiser
joins his wife.
♪ Rock-a-bye baby ♪
(bottles clinking) ♪ On the tree top. ♪
What?
He's got Kaiser.
Wants me to come alone.
Don't tell me you're gonna do that.
What, are you crazy?
Not a chance.
No rules in this ultimate fighting thing, bubba.
Good.
(door closes)
Trap?
Definitely a trap.
(muffled yelling)
LOUIS: Bridges, I told you to come alone.
(Louis laughs) I cheated.
So did I.
Never get in a firefight
with a firebug, Bridges!
I'll distract him.
See if you can get Kaiser outta there.
If you get a clean shot, take it.
Ready? Yeah.
Go!
(Bridges whimpers)
(muffled moaning)
(clattering)
(groaning)
Play with fire, bubba.
Cassidy.
Ah, she's around here somewhere.
Want some juice? Uh, yeah, sure. Cool.
Oh.
You must be Cassidy's dad.
I'm Steve. Uh, yeah, hi.
Nash Bridges. How are ya, Steve?
This is my partner, Joe Dominguez.
Hey, Steve. Nice to meet you. Uh, where's Cassidy?
Uh, changing.
Oh, yeah? Sounds familiar.
CASSIDY: Okay.
I'm sorry, I'm definitely ready this time.
Thanks for being so patient.
Oh, hi, Daddy.
Hi, sweetheart.
I still think you're making a mistake.
I liked you in that little black thing.
Hey, San Francisco's finest.
Paul?
You mind? No.
Yeah, your collar's outta whack.
STEVE: Thanks.
Thanks.
You guys meet Steve?
Yeah, oh, we met. Yeah.
We're gonna be late.
Let's go. Mm-hmm.
Nice to meet you guys.
CASSIDY: Come on.
Don't wait up. Paul, I hate
the black dress. And you know what? So, I'm waiting.
You could've tried a little bit harder... For what?
Like, who's with who?
So that you know about the...
Uh...
I don't want to think about it.
Let's rock.
Bubba, I'm thinking my gay-dar's busted.
Yeah.
More juice.
Want some vodka in it? Yep.
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