DOMINGUEZ: So you made the bust?
I had to, Joe. The whole thing went sideways, man.
Okay, so what happened?
Nash is out undercover as Teddy Malone.
He's out with the Zimmels here, drinking all night,
waiting to meet their meth distributors. Oh, yeah?
When all of a sudden, Ursis Zimmel, who's completely paranoid,
probably from sampling too much of her own product,
gets some kind of blind hunch,
and she spikes Nash's drink, man.
She doses him. With meth?
No. I think it was acid.
I found ten tabs of four-way Window Pane in her jeans.
Oh, boy. Okay, then what happened?
Well, I see all this from the van, I can't warn Nash,
he drinks, I freak out, I figure we got to move in.
(mutters) So, where's Nash now?
What-What happened to him?
Well, you win some, you lose some.
Some are rained out, some a typhoon hits.
I'd call this one a kiss-your-sister draw.
Boss, I made a judgment call.
Eh, eh, eh, don't worry about it, Harve.
Don't be hard on yourself.
These bozos are like cockroaches.
You chase 'em, and you stomp on 'em,
and here they come again, all...
They just keep coming back for more, you know?
(phone rings) (sighs)
Oh. That's my...
Phone. Yeah. I got it.
Hello? It's Harvey's phone. It's Harvey's phone.
Hello? Harvey's phone.
Hello. Hi.
Hello? Harvey's phone.
Oh. They must have hung up.
Uh, you okay, bubba?
Yeah. I feel fine.
I heard you got dosed.
(laughing): No.
I feel fine.
Oh, you got on your nice, new suit. Yeah.
Look at how pretty that is.
Hey, look, did you, uh, forget that, uh...
Nice color.
The mayor's bringing by Geraldo Rivera today?
Of course I remember!
When is that?
Any second now.
Today? Yeah.
Ah... Here they come now.
Probably bad timing, but...
Uh, why don't you let me do the talking?
I wouldn't think of it any other way.
Mr. Mayor! Nash Bridges!
How are you?
As I live and breathe.
How are you?
Geraldo, meet Inspector Nash Bridges
and his partner, Joe Dominguez.
Geraldo. Great to meet you.
These are the two police inspectors that I told you about.
Is that so?
Hey, I've seen your show!
It's cool. Yeah.
RIVERA: Oh, thanks.
Let me introduce my producer.
This is Jill Sutton.
You're a producer? JILL: Yes.
I'm a consumer.
BROWN: Let me tell you,
there are no two better
dudes to talk to than these two guys.
Oh, so they're gonna do the interview, then?
Oh, I'm certain they'll do the interview.
You guys will do a brief interview
for the good of the city, won't you?
DOMINGUEZ: You know, Mayor, uh, uh, uh,
Nash has been working undercover on a case, you know.
RIVERA: I'm doing a show about the city
of San Francisco under the leadership of Mayor Brown,
and as part of that, I'd like
to get a feel for what it's like to be a cop in this city.
You guys, I understand, have some great tales to tell,
and my audience would love to hear 'em.
W-Wait! Wait! Wait!
I'd appreciate it if you would.
I, I... Sure. I think it'll be fine.
BRIDGES: Wait.
Are we gonna have our faces, uh...?
You know, that, uh, fu... where that fuzzy...
uh, scrambled?
You will never look better.
BROWN: Great. Great.
I'm grateful. All right, Geraldo,
we're out of here. RIVERA: Terrific. Terrific, Mr. Mayor.
BROWN: All right, see you guys.
BRIDGES: Yeah, all right.
What are we doing? Uh, what?
Oh, man.
All right, well, okay, bubba, we're fine.
We got this wired. No problem. Are you...?
We'll just do this thing, and we'll be ready to go.
(thud) LEEK: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
I'm okay. I'm okay.
Yup.
Yup. I'm okay.
(woman singing over bluesy organ riff)
Who are the real-world Illuminati ? Find out @ saveanilluminati.com
I... I am fine.
I'm-I'm just a little goofy.
I am not drugged, okay?
Nashman, you are lubed, dude.
All right, what is it gonna take
to prove to you bubbas that you're wrong?
Boss, can you count backwards from a hundred by sevens?
How about you count backwards?
A hundred, 93...
It's a bad test.
See there? Whoa.
Does anyone not feel their lower extremities besides me?
Look, we should...
Ah, never mind. Forget it.
I'm going back to work.
I think I can help.
DOMINGUEZ: Okay, bubba.
(clears throat) Just sit down here.
I know. Not so loud.
Ow. (mutters)
That gonna move? No, no. You're fine.
All right. Just stay right here.
Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back.
Got it.
All right, Harve, how you gonna fix this?
Chemistry minor from Berkeley, baby.
This kind of stuff is our bread and butter.
Okay. Well, do it, and do it fast. You got it.
The guy is Eddie Green.
He's a clerk over at
Buzzy's 24-Hour Food and Liquor Mart.
He's also a street performer.
I think you know him.
She is Shelly Vernon.
Now, at about noon, Shelly comes into Buzzy's with her
boyfriend.
The boyfriend pulls a gun and tries to rob the place,
but Eddie's got a gun under the counter.
He shoots and kills the boyfriend in self-defense.
You know, our homicide guys
are at that big conference in Sacramento,
so they gave us the case.
The dead boyfriend's name is, uh, Dylan Goss.
He has a couple of two-bit priors, but no
open warrants.
(clears throat) Uh, Shelly claims that she had no idea
that Dylan was going to pull the robbery.
CORTEZ: Yeah.
And we buy it, 'cause she was pretty shaken up at the time,
and the preliminary forensics...
It all backs up both of their accounts.
And we're gonna get statements,
um, you know, later.
Yeah. Ab-Ab-Absolutely.
Uh, we'll set 'em up individually
and get their statements.
Right. Right.
Are we forgetting something here? Is...
What?
Did either of you see that PBS special on whales?
You know, the killer whales?
The ones they put in the amusement parks?
It's terrible what those poor animals go through.
Oh, could you come over here?
Uh... Bye!
Listen, uh, why don't you guys take these two back
to interrogation?
Uh, Michelle, you and I'll run the statements.
And why don't you go work with Harve, okay?
Okay. What's-What's up with Nash?
(sighs) He was working undercover last night.
He was out drinking with this biker couple.
And they got suspicious,
and they-they dosed him with some psychedelic nonsense.
It's not funny.
Stay with him, okay? Come on. Okay.
(whistling)
(laughs)
Evan, be part of the solution.
We need some kelp here.
Sorry. Uh, what kind of help do you need?
K-K-K-Kelp.
Kelp. You know, on the shore. Over there.
Kelp? Yeah.
Okay. Cool. Cool.
I got it. That's great.
(whirring)
So, we were going to my mom's house,
buy some cigarettes, and we stopped off at Buzzy's.
And I wanted to get a soda
out of the refrigerator case while I was there.
I heard Dylan shout,
"Give me your money!"
And I turned around, and I saw that he had a gun out,
and, uh, I had no idea,
but...
The clerk?
Yeah. The clerk wasn't gonna get robbed, so,
Dylan shot first, and the clerk dodged to the left,
and he missed, and the clerk shot Dylan.
And that was it.
So why'd he do it?
(scoffs)
Dylan was always trying to get the easy way,
especially when it came to money.
Well, if you could just write down what you just told us,
we could get you out of here as soon as possible.
BRIDGES: Oh.
Oh, this is a nice boat.
Hang in there, boss.
Cavalry's coming. Perfect.
Oh, Harve, girl, you're a great cop.
Got a beautiful soul.
Likewise.
Oh, that stuff is vile!
Shh!
BRIDGES: Oh, no, that wasn't you.
Okay, boss. Huh?
Drink that.
What is it?
Special shake, man. Make you feel better.
(sniffs)
Mm. Smells fresh.
Oceany.
Mmm! One word... yum!
(laughs)
He shot first, man.
I had little or no choice.
Okay, why don't you just start at the beginning, okay?
Okay. I was fixing a burrito... Green chili.
The red ones really
blow, which is weird,
'cause they're made by the same
company, you know?
Not that far back.
Okay.
I-I was adding some blue stuff to the Icee machine.
How about when Shelly and Dylan walked into the store?
Okay. The-The chick.
The chick went to the soda case.
The dude
was pacing around,
looking very tense.
That got my radar up, and suddenly,
he whips out a gun and yells, "Give me your money!"
Okay, so then I pull
my gun out from behind the counter.
He shoots first, I dodge to the left,
and he misses.
And then I
shot him.
Can I go now?
Write it down.
So, what's next?
We, uh, pass it to the D.A.,
they rule it justifiable?
Pretty straightforward.
Did you notice their statements?
They matched.
Yeah. A little too closely.
I mean, they said almost exactly the same thing.
"He shot first, I dodged to the left."
So?
So see what else you can dig up.
Surveillance, eyewitnesses, uh, CSU reports.
All right. All right.
(vomiting)
That doesn't bother you?
Hmm? Oh, no.
I mean, I've seen worse.
(sighs)
Oh, I'm not feeling too perky.
You're doing great, boss.
A little Technicolor yawn is all.
That's it. (vomiting)
What'd you do to him, Harve?
Well, first we rehydrate, then we flush the system.
Doesn't look like he absorbed too much of the acid.
Oh, great, but, uh, as you can tell,
the equipment's almost all set up,
and I hear Geraldo's on his way back right now.
Joseph, trust me.
I'm gonna give him a little something to knock him out.
He'll have a half-hour nap, be good as new.
All right, we got to slow this boat down.
All right, brother man.
Slow that right down.
Here we go. Come on, this way.
Whoo, baby! This-a-way.
Okay, bubba, you can just rest right here.
Oh, that's a good idea.
All right. Whoo.
Listen, tell Geraldo I said
good night. You got it.
Well, what do we have here?
Well, what do we got here?
Hello, honey.
Hey, uh, honey, why don't you just mind your own business?
Okay? People are my business.
Ah, leave her alone. She knows what she's doing.
Yeah, c'mon. Nash... Yeah. Uh.
Take these.
Yeah.
Okay.
(sighs)
Okay.
I'm gonna just lay down here.
Make everybody go away.
And, uh, could you close those blinds over there for me?
DOMINGUEZ: Uh, no problem.
Half an hour, huh?
Guaranteed. Okay.
Leave him alone.
MAN: Whoo!
That back deck with the view of Alcatraz...
It's perfect. I'm really excited.
Uh, where's your partner?
Oh, he's around here someplace. Okay.
I've gotta call New York, hair and makeup.
I'd say we're about 30 minutes away.
Oh, great. It'll time out perfectly.
Okay. Good.
Hey.
Hey, yourself.
Had a good time last night.
Yeah. Me, too.
So why did we break up, exactly?
I think you were dating three other women at the time.
I wasn't dating three other women at the time.
I mean, besides, did you notice
I didn't even ask you to go home with me last night?
I noticed.
See, I've-I've changed a little.
Should I have?
Nope.
I gotta get back to work. (chuckles)
Yeah, you do that.
What's the story there?
I dated her in Chicago.
So, how's Nash doing?
Um, unclear.
Really?
Well, if-if you need me to step in, you know,
I'm-I'm, like, ready.
Yeah, that's a good one.
Okay, ladies. Road trip.
What's going on?
We're your ride to the city jail, darlin'.
You get held there until your arraignment.
Oh, man. This sucks.
Grab the drunk in the other cell, too.
All right, pal. Come on, let's go. Up and at 'em.
Come on.
Maybe he went home. No.
The 'Cuda's still here, man.
What happened to the hookers in the other cell?
They were taken to City lockup.
The paddy wagon made a sweep?
Are you telling me that Nash is in the paddy wagon?
Oh, no.
(distant siren wailing)
Hey.
What're you doing?
I didn't know if you wanted those shoes.
I do. Back off.
Meathead.
I just talked to my buddy at City Jail,
and he said that Nash and the paddy wagon should be somewhere
between here and here, which is the Potrero Hill Station,
and their radio is down.
Oh, that's perfect.
It's the apocalypse, that's what it is.
Inspector Dominguez? Hi. Huh?
Geraldo's ready. Um, where's your partner?
Uh, he's, uh, tied up right now.
Okay, well, we need to start.
DOMINGUEZ: Okay, well,
we'll get him there as soon as we can.
All right, we're on a schedule, and Geraldo's ready.
So do you think we can start with you?
Um... sure.
Okay.
I'll be right there. Great.
Find Nash right now.
Yeah. Yeah.
Hi, everybody. We're coming to you live
from the city of San Francisco.
I'm standing on the fantail of the historic vessel Eureka,
once the world's largest passenger ferry,
the Eureka is now home to the Special Investigations Unit
of the San Francisco Police Department.
And joining me here today is Inspector Joe Dominguez.
Joe is a highly- decorated veteran,
and he's one of this city's top cops.
Inspector, it would seem to me
that in this relatively idyllic setting,
with Alcatraz there off your shoulder,
Fisherman's Wharf just a few feet away,
that it would be easy for you to forget
that you're in the business of law enforcement.
Yeah, well, this is our business.
You've been on the job, what, 20-odd years?
Uh, 22 in September.
How has it changed
since the days when you were a rookie?
Well, uh, the bad guys have gotten younger.
(chuckles)
Just how dangerous are these streets
of San Francisco?
They're dangerous.
Uh, we have our moments.
Joe, I'll push it!
I got the alley!
Get out of the way!
Police! Get out of the way!
Get out of the way! Police!
(woman screams)
MAN: Oh, I got him!
I got him! I got him!
(man screams)
(gasps) (gasps)
(thud)
Wow.
Police! Freeze! Freeze! Police!
(gunshot)
Down!
("Misirlou" plays)
That's it! You gotta take me home!
Well, we're a little busy right now.
(tires squealing)
(dog barking)
Remain very... very still.
(growling)
So, you know what, Joe? What?
Run!
Go! Go! Go!
(barking continues)
Man, this dog is seriously pissed off.
BRIDGES: Joe?! Huh?
Sid! You!
(grunting)
Get off... get off me, you whale!
You son of a bitch!
Sid! I got a rule!
Anybody I have to chase
more than 50 yards gets an ass whoopin'!
(gunfire)
(clattering)
Joe? What?
Flashbang. What?
BRIDGES: Flashbang!
Let's go! DOMINGUEZ: Oh, hell!
Now, just out of curiosity,
did you have anything to do with this?
Uh, which part?
Oh, I don't know. How about the part
where I wake up in the paddy wagon
and the guy's trying to steal my shoes?
That happened?
Oh, only to be surpassed
by the guy that threw up on 'em. (chuckles)
He's back. I love that attitude.
Uh, he didn't barf on your new
two-tone ones, did he?
CHAN: Shelly Vernon's
and Eddie Green's statements.
Oh, boy.
Uh... the shooting at Buzzy's, right?
Yeah.
Joe had us run down the video surveillance,
of which there is none.
And also, here are the CSU reports
which are consistent with the statements.
What's your concern here, Bubba?
I dunno, Nashman. I mean, check out,
uh, the statements. I mean, they're exactly alike,
word for word, you know, and...
I just got a hunch.
About our Eddie?
Yeah.
I think he's lying.
Huh.
They know each other?
Who, Eddie and the girl? Mm-hmm.
No.
She said that was the first time
she'd been in Buzzy's in six months.
Did you see that?
He got her a cup of coffee.
No.
He fixed her a cup of coffee.
Evan,
you and Michelle find out what's goin' on
with Eddie and this girl.
Man, if they snowed us, I'll find out.
Eddie's not smart enough
to pull off something like this, is he?
No. She's the smart one,
and they haven't pulled off anything yet.
You did get me out of that interview, right?
Uh... huh? Right?
I...
we should talk.
One and go.
Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen.
We're joined now by Acting Lieutenant of the SIU,
Inspector Nash Bridges.
Inspector, welcome aboard.
Uh, thanks.
Now, I understand, uh,
you have the job of policing Mayor Brown's city.
You've just come back
from an undercover operation
in which someone slipped you a Mickey?!
Now, I thought that was the stuff
of detective novels.
Uh, that's, uh, an ongoing case,
and I'm not at liberty to discuss it.
I understand.
Wow.
That's, uh...
that's a yellow tie.
(clears throat)
Yeah. Um...
We'll be right back after this
with more tales of life
here in San Francisco
with SFPD Inspectors Nash Bridges
and Joe Dominguez.
Don't go away.
As part of our tour of San Francisco, and how it's working
under the leadership of Mayor Willie Brown,
we're talking to two of this city's top cops.
This is Joe Dominguez.
This is Nash Bridges.
These men are partners and police inspectors.
That's what they call detectives in this town.
Gentlemen,
it must be hard for you
to balance your personal and your professional lives.
Nash, you, for example, live with your dad at home.
Was he a cop?
Uh, no.
Uh, he was a longshoreman.
Ah.
Well, what's it like living with your dad?
How'd it come about?
Uh... well, he was in this, uh...
Uh, nursing home, and, uh...
And he kept getting kicked out.
Um, he was having sex with his girl... well, wait.
(clears throat)
Well, he... you know,
it just seemed like the-the right thing.
Nick, I've been thinking.
I want you to live here with me.
You do?
But you always work.
I thought it wasn't practical.
Hell, it isn't practical.
But I don't want you living in no damn nursing home no more.
You oughta be living right here with me.
It's the right thing to do.
Remember ol' Jumbo?
Yeah, I remember him.
He was my dog for 12 years.
Do you remember him?
No memory jokes. (laughs)
There's something you never knew.
You were in school
when you thought he died and...
But I had him put down.
I had to.
He was so damn weak, he couldn't stand up.
Yeah.
I held his head while they gave him the shot.
He was gone
when the vet pulled the needle out.
I bawled like a baby.
Then Doc Evans told me something I never forgot.
He said, "Nick,
"you've done a lot of nice things for that dog, but he's
"too sick to have any kind of a life, and so...
"you should think of this as the last nice thing
you ever done for him."
I was always hardest on you, Nash, because...
I saw you had the most potential.
We sometimes have to do terrible things for love.
NICK: Hey, I've got two more days shore leave, Laura.
(woman chuckles) Let's take a drive down to Pismo Beach.
Honey, I told you... My name's Cheyenne.
Hiya, Nick.
Is your friend here in the Navy?
Well, he was 40 years ago.
Hey!
I know you from on board!
Let me introduce you
to Laura and Susie,
two of the best friends the U.S.S. Missouri ever had.
I'm too old to be getting married now.
I realize that now.
I was married once
when I was 28, and she died.
She left three children without a mother.
I didn't do the greatest job, but...
they didn't complain.
How can kids be so strong?
Come on, Dad.
Let's go home.
Don't worry, Nash.
We got each other.
You know, I think it's going great.
What I'd like to do, though, is shoot a couple of more segments
just to give you some choices in the editing room.
Geraldo's right. It is terrific stuff.
Um, can I ask a question?
Uh, how-how is it that you guys know so much about us?
(laughs)
You're famous. You guys are famous.
(laughs) No, no, no.
I'm thinking it's more than that.
Let's roll the tape, Jeff.
JEFF: All right. WOMAN: Speed.
MAN: Three, two, one.
Inspector Dominguez, you've been called unconventional.
(laughs) What?
What do you mean?
Who-Who calls me unconventional?
I don't know. Who would?
Explain, then, how you solve so many cases.
Well, the truth is,
sometimes when you got to get results done,
you have to kind of push the envelope, you know?
I mean, there's been a lot of cases where, uh...
Good morning, ma'am.
Can I see your driver's license and registration, please?
Sure.
You coasted right through
that stop sign, ma'am.
I'll have to give you a ticket.
Miss, uh...
Puhwahwah...?
GRACE: "Pay-wa-war-check."
Grace Piwowarczyk.
(laughs) Had a sale on consonants that day, huh?
All right, let's see.
Pi...
wow...
Uh...
Blew under the damn car.
(grunts)
Don't touch anything up there!
(sighs)
I just got this thing out of the cleaner's.
You don't happen to have any soda water in there, do you?
(laughs) No, I-I don't.
Ah. Ah, the hell with it.
This is a marijuana club.
Yeah, man. Totally legal under Prop 215, man.
Yeah. You can get anything you want.
All you need is a prescription.
Prescription for what?
Weed. You know, mota, nieska. You know...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I know what it's called, but so...
(laughs)
What's wrong with you?
Oh, uh, depression, man.
I get depressed when I don't get stoned, you know?
(doorbell ringing)
BRIDGES: Oh, uh, Joe?
Yup.
Don't forget the, uh, brakes are on the handlebars.
What? D-Don't do that!
Whoa. Get out of the way!
Hey! Ha!
Easiest takedown in history.
They ought to make me captain.
Handcuffs.
Good.
Get naked and sit on this!
♪ Yeah, baby, I was born a ramblin' man ♪
♪ Tryin' to make a living and doin' the best I can... ♪
Uh, that's okay, man.
I stopped smoking pot a long time ago.
Oh, yeah?
What's your drug of choice now, man?
Uh, uh, Rogaine.
Try that one. Here.
Go ahead, go ahead. Eat.
(elegant music plays)
What is that?
Is that a relleno?
Hey, if you don't want it, I'll take it.
No! No.
Tasty.
Well, I'm glad you're enjoying it.
Okay.
Okay, what?
What do you want to know?
Who busted Vincent Mullroy out.
Oh!
(men groaning)
Power ball to the huevos.
(grunting)
Sorry about that.
SFPD.
Keep your hands where I can see 'em
and step away from the bong.
(laughing)
(sighs) Evan, my man.
You know, somebody's been feeding Geraldo
information about us,
and I'm gonna take a wild guess that it's you.
What are you talking about?
Jill, Geraldo's producer?
And your point is...?
You had dinner last night at Iago's, right?
She had dinner at Iago's last night.
At the same table.
I didn't tell her anything.
I mean, we had more important things to talk about,
if you know what I mean.
You didn't tell her about Jack Conrad
and the Super Bowl ring?
And you didn't tell her that I used to work as
a traffic cop, or that Nick lives with Nash?
No. Uh...
You didn't say I was unconventional?
(sighs)
You're-You're saying that she used me to get information?
Duh! She pumped you like a damn goose, man!
You didn't even know it till I just told you!
I-I was just trying to...
I know what you were trying to do.
Believe it or not, I was your age once.
Get out of here.
Yes, sir.
(sighs)
Um, could I trouble you for a piece of that?
Thank you.
Um, my associates
picked up this tape from Buzzy's.
That's you, that's Eddie.
Hmm.
And this tape's about three weeks old.
Want to rethink your story there, sister?
Okay, I lied.
He told me to.
DOMINGUEZ: Oh, yeah? Who's he?
Eddie.
BRIDGES: Tell us what happened.
Eddie shot him.
I didn't know he was going to.
Dylan didn't do anything.
Eddie just...
He just... He shot him.
And then he took out this other gun.
And I was just standing there, stunned,
and he came around the side of the counter,
and he shot it, and then he put it in Dylan's hand.
Now, why would Eddie do that, Shelly?
Because...
Because, uh...
he wanted me all to himself.
Whoa, dude!
That's what she said?
BRIDGES: That's what she said.
Now, she could have said
that you killed Dylan in self-defense.
And with no, uh, security videos and no witnesses,
and if you guys had stuck to your story,
you probably would have gotten away with it.
But she gave you up, dude.
We didn't even have to put pins under her fingernails
or anything; she just blurted it on out.
BRIDGES: Now, I'm thinking
that either
you're a stone-cold killer, Eddie,
or you're going for a ride.
Weigh in here anytime, please.
I didn't think she'd do it, dudes!
I-I mean, she said she was going to, but...
She told you she was gonna kill her boyfriend?
She came into the store a couple months ago.
She's hot, you know?
Before I knew it, we were in the clinch.
And-And... And then I find out
she's got this psycho boyfriend,
and he starts coming into the store,
and she's, like, practically telling him about us
right in front of me.
And-And I'm, like,
whoa, what's this trip, you know?
And-And then she tells me one night
this is how it's gonna happen.
And-And she starts working it out.
And-And I'm, like, I don't know.
Maybe she's psycho, too, you know?
Not psycho enough to kick out of bed, though, huh?
I was restocking, okay?
She-She came behind the counter, she got my gun.
She shot Dylan with my gun.
Then she shot the counter with her gun
and dropped it on him.
So you had nothing to do with this?
No!
Well, not until afterwards, anyways.
He didn't do it. She didn't do it.
Hah! We're at ground zero, unless somebody blinks.
Let me see that case file on the shooting this afternoon.
What are you looking for?
Ah, a miracle, a prayer.
A typo, anything that we might have missed.
Maybe we ought to send Geraldo in.
I bet he can get her to talk.
Well, he certainly got to you.
It wasn't me.
Well, then, who is the mole? Evan!
Let's run an S.E.M. dab on her.
LEEK: S.E.M. dab won't take
after about four hours, will it?
Any residue on her hands is probably long gone.
I know that, and you know that.
But I'm gonna bet what's-her-name...
Uh, Shelly... doesn't know that.
We box her in,
we might even get her to run like something's after her.
Okay, you can go.
Oh! It's about time.
Just one more thing.
It's a routine test.
We got to make sure you haven't fired a gun.
But... since when?
Relax, Shelly. We know you haven't.
But if we don't test you, the D.A.'ll pitch a bitch,
and he'll ask us why we didn't run a test when we had you here.
Ah, it's a mess.
But I told you what happened. DOMINGUEZ: Hey, look.
It's no big deal. They'll just come in to swab your hands
with a pretreated dab, check for lead residue.
It'll take a minute.
Sit tight.
(clears throat)
Towel?
Why?
I wanted to be with Eddie.
Who wouldn't?
Yeah, well, Dylan said he'd kill me
if I ever tried to leave him, so...
He was just like my father.
What other choice did I have?
You should've asked me that before you shot him.
(sighs)
(handcuffs unclicking)
RIVERA: Welcome back, everybody.
As you can see, it is a dark and stormy night
here in San Francisco.
But you know what they say about this city:
if you don't like the weather, wait five minutes,
it will change.
But Joe Dominguez, one thing that has not changed
is your marriage.
You've been married to the same woman
for more than 20 years.
Most cops I know,
their marriages last less than five.
What's your secret? How do you do it?
Well, uh, for the first seven years of my marriage,
uh, my wife didn't speak the language.
(chuckles): That helped out.
Just, just kidding, honey.
(sotto voce): Not really. You, on the other hand, Nash,
have been married and divorced at least twice.
What went wrong? What happened?
(thunder rumbling) Uh... I don't know.
You tell me.
(chuckles)
That I can't tell you.
(laughs): What a surprise.
Life happened.
I guess (chuckles).
(jazz playing, indistinct chatter)
BARTENDER: A beer, Mr. Bridges?
Anything Mexican.
All right.
You're late.
You're later.
As usual.
Oh, fight mode.
Consider it a warm-up toss.
I could go either way.
You know, you and my mother have so little in common,
it's weird that you ended up with the same man.
Hmm. Well, actually, we both ended up without him.
(laughs)
It's not just about Cassidy leaving.
It's about you, too.
I don't want you to go.
I would miss you too much.
I'll give it some thought.
You will?
Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
On the phone you said a few
gunshots.
Lisa, everybody's okay.
Nobody got hurt.
You know, I remember a time when
I used to make you laugh.
Now, all I do
is piss you off. Why is that?
You want the whole laundry list?
Starting with "A" for anniversaries you missed
or where your pager went off.
Or we can go to "B" for booze.
Or jump right to "W" for women.
(sniffles)
Thank you, Nash.
Bye.
No good-byes.
I hate good-byes.
Why not?
Hell, I'm a glutton for punishment.
LISA: Well, you can return this!
And one more thing...
My daughter is never stepping foot in this deathtrap again.
You want to see her, you meet her in a public place.
You're not worried that you haven't heard from him?
Oh, this is nothing.
When we were married,
sometimes I went for days without word.
(laughs)
I remember one time,
he showed up for five minutes
after having been gone for four days.
Left again, and I didn't hear from him again
for another three days.
That'd get old.
Yeah, it did.
But you have to understand something.
When you don't hear anything from a cop,
it's generally good news.
If Nash were in trouble, somebody would've called.
(phone rings)
(sobbing)
Lisa...
It's okay.
(sobbing continues)
Somebody almost took our baby from us, Nash.
I know.
We almost lost her today.
We almost lost her.
I know.
You know, you... you bring a child into the world,
you sacrifice, you work so hard to raise her...
And you, you try to protect her, because it's your job.
But it's not possible, is it?
You can't protect her, because
you can't be there everywhere all the time.
You can't stop every stupid accident from happening.
No.
I don't think you're hearing me.
I said I can't find the cradle.
I'm hearing you.
What the hell do you want me to do?
Well, keep looking. It's got to be somewhere.
What's that?
It's an unopened letter, addressed to me.
It's in Lisa's handwriting.
Well, what are you waiting for? Open it.
You think I should?
I mean, it was never sent.
There's no stamp on it.
Hey, it's addressed to you.
It's okay. You're a cop.
It's dated August 12.
The day that we finalized our divorce.
Was there something you wanted to talk to me about?
There was.
What was it?
Oh.
Why didn't you ever send it?
I guess, uh...
telling you how much I loved you on the day of our divorce
wasn't such a good idea.
Did you mean what you said?
Yes, I did.
Do you still mean it?
Yes, I do.
I'm glad you do.
Ah, here.
Hey, you dudes aren't going to keep me in jail, are you?
I got a gig tonight.
Eddie, you lied, obstructed justice.
You're going to have to see the D.A.
Hey, by the way, you dudes got a guy working here
who looks totally like Geraldo Rivera.
That's because it is Geraldo Rivera, Eddie.
No way! Yeah.
No way! I'm a big fan!
All right, good. I'll tell him, Ed.
No, man, not good enough.
I, I want him to see my act. I'm good.
Check this out, dudes. Uh...
Eddie, I don't think Geraldo
is in the variety business.
Well, he should be. Eddie, don't, d-don't...
Whoa! Easy.
You judge for yourselves.
Check this out, dudes.
(laughs)
That's wonderful. That's really wonderful!
But we've got stuff to do here.
I also juggle knives, meat cleavers,
chainsaws, severed dolls' heads.
I play guitar and banjo.
I got an hour and a half of stand-up material.
Hey, can you do that with candied apples?
(laughs)
Am I going to jail?
(laughs)
What a day.
Uh... (chuckles)
Harve, could you see if you could get Ed a...
a decent run through the mill?
Come on, Eddie.
It was beautiful. Bobby?
Cleanup on aisle nine.
Uh, Evan?
Do you have something you want to tell me?
Well, well, she...
I was just...
I just...
Beyond that, sir, I have, I have no excuse.
Mm-hmm. Are we in a good mood today?
Mmm... he did, uh, provide the kelp when you needed it.
Did you say "help" or "kelp"?
Ix-nay on the elp-kay.
I don't want to know.
Don't tell me.
You owe me, dude.
(sighs)
You know, it's become obvious to me that you guys
have a deep and abiding respect for each other.
You depend on each other for your very lives.
You actually spend more time together
than you do with your own families.
If you could put it into words,
how would you describe your relationship?
(laughs)
I don't know. I can't stand him.
(rain pattering)
Two words: Im-possible.
(all laughing)
These guys have never gone after cash.
Never.
(rumbling)
Whoa.
(rumbling, glass breaking)
Hey, hey, hey. Whoa!
Duck, duck and cover! Get down!
Jailhouse Rock the sequel, man.
(screaming)
Man!
The pieces are getting bigger.
(rumbling stops)
Joe?
Yeah?
Think you can come out now.
Is it cool?
He's going to sue us.
I mean, we're going to be paying rent to him
to live in our own houses, man.
Are you in the moment now?
If I remember right, you're the guy that said
this was going to be easy cash.
Is that right?
Oh, yes! How'd you make that?
(laughs)
Did you ever consider using a moisturizer?
What?
Nashman, Inger is pregnant.
What?
(laughs)
Whoa, man.
Congratulations.
That's incredible!
Yeah, isn't it, though?
Hey, wait a minute.
I thought you told me that you and Inger
were down to like every other Sunday morning now.
Of course, that'll be out of the question
once the new baby gets here.
And that, uh, garter belt and stocking thing
that you wanted her to wear?
(clears throat) Forget that.
Six or seven times a year
is going to look like a bonanza to you, bubba.
Well, Inger's standing right in back of you.
Why don't you just congratulate her right now?
Can I go in now?
Uh, I'll have to do a body search on you first.
Joe, what could she possibly be hiding?
Who cares?
You wish.
BRIDGES: Last week it was chili on the back seat.
And tonight, I got some sort of, uh,
sticky chocolate here on the console.
Simple rule, really.
No food...
in the 'Cuda.
Nashman!
Compañero de mi vida.
What are you, some Frenchman?
Knock that off, will you?
What are you doing?
Check my tongue.
I am not going to check your tongue.
It feels funny.
They didn't say anything about your tongue.
Your tongue is fine, and you're fine.
You don't care about me.
You're giving me marital advice?
(laughs)
Bubba, those that can't do, teach.
(groans)
You get
one drop of salsa on my pool table,
I kill you. I love you, Nash Bridges.
Oh, no-no-no, don't do that. Don't do that.
They talk about us already.
Most people would call that love.
Love...
(both laugh)
Yeah, bubba.
It's a, it's a love thing.
(laughs)
Thank you.
Ah, thank you.
Hey, thanks.
(indistinct chatter)
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