Hi there. SFPD to see Marlin Silver.
MARLIN: Well, well, Chief Inspector
Clouseau. Hello, darling.
Hello, Marlin.
Girls, how're you doing?
Always wanted to see an album cover before I died.
Don, Jeff, kindly show them out.
(groans)
Oh, gosh, did that hit on your toe.
I'm sorry.
Deep breath. Deep breath.
You want to lose those fingers?
From Judge Mayron.
You know, Marlin, you had me stumped there for awhile.
Is that so? Yeah.
Airtight alibi, no murder weapon...
And yet I know
that you killed your wife.
Evidence, mate?
Well, now that's why we're here.
You're mad!
You can't come in here like this.
I just spent three mil
refurbishing this place.
I'm going to call my attorney.
Nothing over there.
MARLIN: Hello, Ernie.
We've got a problem.
I need you at the club, now.
Let's try over here. You want to try this?
I don't care if you've got to travel in the morning!
This is kinda fun, isn't it?
MARLIN: Get over here! Hurry!
NASH/JOE: One, two, three.
MARLIN: What are they doing? Yeah.
How about it, anything? MARLIN: This is insane!
Huh?
Not a thing. Not a thing.
Well, look at this.
Check here. Anything in here?
No, that doesn't look right.
You know we called your contractor,
and he told us
that you insisted he move up the contract schedule
on your drywall.
So I'm betting...
Oops, sorry about the light.
DOMINGUEZ: Whoa. Whoa.
Wait a minute.
What've we got?
Well, well, well,
well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well.
Silver with the knife in the party room.
We win.
You lose. Come on.
We got it.
LEEK: Excellent.
Evan, show Mr. Silver to a deluxe suite
and, uh, no autographs please.
Harve, do not lose that.
I won't.
Congratulations, Nash, Joe, really,
a job well done. Thank you.
Why thank you, Rick, that's very kind.
Yeah, I think it's nice you can go out with a bang.
Huh?
Eh...
You know, Nash I was perusing
your personnel file the other day,
and I came across something very, very interesting.
Really? Yeah.
Did you know
according to department regulation 327,
article four:
that no officer is expected to work more
than 240 days a year.
And that every officer is expected to take a
minimum of 14 vacation days a year.
And any officer who doesn't take his 14 vacation days
may accrue them.
And you, Nash Bridges,
you have so far accrued 317
days of vacation.
LEEK: Boss, that may
be a record.
That many, huh?
Hey, I'd've guessed low 400s.
And furthermore, also according to regs,
any d-12 supervisor or above, that's me,
uh, may force any lieutenant grade or lower,
that... Nash, that would be you,
to take his vacation time.
(laughs)
Rick, are you giving me the day off?
I'm not giving you the day off.
No, Nash, I'm giving you
the next ten months and 13 days off.
(sighs)
Rick, you are not my commanding officer, so...
No, not in the direct chain of command,
no, but SIU does fall under my administrative supervision.
And, Nash,
I assure you,
I'm within my power to do it.
He's got to be kidding.
Or insane.
BETTINA: Here's
your official notification.
We'll keep your desk warm.
Come on, Bridges, hit the road.
We'll, uh... We'll see you sometime, oh, uh, next year.
What is wrong with him?
(woman singing over bluesy organ riff)
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What are you doing, shopping for a soup kitchen?
I like to have enough.
Nick and I are only going to be at Lisa's for a couple of days
until my floors are done,
which really should only take one more day.
Oh, boy.
Lisa and Cassidy warned me about this.
About what?
The control thing.
Always having to have the last word.
I don't have to have the last word.
Yeah, you do. No, I don't.
You do. Don't.
You do! Don't.
See?
What do you do, you graze your way
through the market when you shop?
It's an old survival habit from when I was broke.
Well, you ain't broke anymore.
(sighs)
So what are you gonna do about work?
I'm gonna cut through Bettina's political maneuvering,
and I'm gonna get my job back.
Move it. (gun chambers clicking)
All right, let's go.
Come here.
Take this. Call 911.
Tell them there's a 211 in progress
and stay down back there.
Everybody down, now! Move it!
You, come on over here!
Open the safe, now.
I know you have the damn combination.
I don't have the combination.
Man, I know you have that
combination. Can't! Can't!
Now, open it before I blow your damn head off!
I'm not gonna open it.
Like hell you're not. Man, you want to live?
Man, you open this safe now!
Man, I swear to you I will blow your brains out right now!
Open the damn safe!
Freeze! SFPD!
(grunts)
Yeah. Yeah, it's in progress now.
Yeah, in the supermarket.
(gasps)
Stay down. Get down!
(sirens wailing)
Stay down! I'm a cop!
(sirens approaching)
Yellow van, that way, go!
Check with Robbery for a similar M.O.
Looked like these guys had done this thing before.
You got it.
Well, we got a plate read off this tape,
but no camera caught the guy taking his mask off.
The plate's going to be stolen anyway.
You might find the truck.
It was a plumbing truck with "Heart Brothers" on the side.
Probably bogus, too, but worth a check. Will do.
And look at our eyewitness here.
Look at what Lynette found on aisle three
next to the salad dressing. Good.
We'll have a sketch artist meet Lynette down at the SIU.
I'll drop her off. Okay.
Bridges! Which part of "on vacation"
is it that you don't understand?
Relax, Rick. I'm off the clock.
Hey, guess who foiled the robbery?
Oh, yeah, like, what am I gonna believe
that you just happened to be here?
Rick, how would I know they were going to rob the joint?
Yeah, that's what I want to know.
You better double up on your medication.
Have we met somewhere before?
Let me introduce you to your replacement.
This is Dexter Birdsong, Nash Bridges.
I recruited him from Las Vegas Homicide.
You replaced me? Oh, yeah.
The guy's got an 85% closure rate.
He's a Navajo.
Blackfeet. Yeah, right, whatever.
Anyway the guy, he's, he's a tracker.
He's got this sixth sense for finding anything.
Really? Wish he had been here earlier
when I was looking for light bulbs.
Isn't that in Housewares?
Well, usually, but somebody... Whoa, whoa, hold on.
Come here, look at this. He's already onto something.
What is it, chief?
What do you got?
Contact lens popped out.
Oh, he is good, whoa. (laughs)
Impressive.
Saline solution, aisle three.
The guy is just getting started.
Is this my eyewitness?
Uh, yeah, this is...
Ah... I remember Lisa's sister, Lynette.
I'm going to be sick.
Bicarbonate, that would be aisle seven.
Valium, across the street.
Bridges, that's my witness!
BRIDGES: How's it look?
Um, I think the eyebrows were thinner
and the forehead and the nose were closer.
BETTINA: Here you go.
Light cream, no sugar.
Don't you two have something you should be doing?
Well, I'm not doing anything.
Come on, I'll buy you a cup.
Better have correct change.
So I understand you're house-sitting at Lisa's.
For a while, yeah.
Um, could you not get so close,
'cause your breath is moist.
You know what?
I know where I've heard your name before.
You're the guy who was on the high-speed chase on TV,
and then you drove off the pier and into the bay.
Right? (chuckles): I don't remember that.
What in the hell is this
and who put it here, the Russians?
This dispenses the world's worst coffee products
and Bettina put it here.
The man has got to be stopped.
Oh, this is just the beginning, man.
Now, there's no unauthorized overtime,
no mileage allowances,
no breaks longer than ten minutes.
And if you want to go to the bathroom,
you got to punch in and out.
I'm thinking he needs to be punched out.
When are you coming back?
Sooner than soon.
I'm meeting in the morning with the chief.
Bettina's stepfather?
That's how he got the job in the first place.
Look, Bettina's interpretation of the rules are, like, lame.
I don't give a damn who his mother is.
What's that?
Joe's time card. I'm clocking you out.
Don't tell me. I don't want to know.
I don't care if you take personal breaks
as long as you log out.
I'm working here.
All right, I'm logging you back in.
Okay, Chief, Evan, Joe, Harvey, come on, let's go.
I got to find out what's going on.
Let's have a little powwow. Yeah, yeah, we're coming.
All right, give it to me.
The dead robber's name is Greg Garcia.
He worked at ThreeCom Park,
no priors, a nonpro.
Great. Great work, huh?
Birdsong. What'd I tell you guys?
This guy can track anything.
Tell me, uh, how do you do it?
(chuckles)
Ran his name through the DMV.
How do you guys do it?
Mmm, that was good.
You can cook.
Two dishes, and don't act so shocked.
Where's my daughter?
She called.
She's stuck at work.
This late?
This isn't late. You're just never here.
Uh, well, I used to have this day gig.
How can Rick take your job?
Rick didn't take my job.
His mother is married to the chief of police.
It's a long story.
I know his mother.
Loretta Bettina Rooney.
She has horses.
She does?
Yeah, she's loaded.
Real estate, a whiz for biz.
Huh. Well, apparently that gene didn't
get passed on to her son.
Whenever I'm at the track with Mr. Woody,
I see Loretta carrying on.
Amazing.
CASSIDY: Hey, everybody.
Hi. Hi. Sorry I'm late.
Things got crazy at work.
Yeah, I guess. Sit down. Eat.
Excuse me.
So, Dad, what's this I hear about you getting fired?
I didn't get fired.
That's not what Rick said. Who's Rick?
The guy that fired your dad.
I didn't get fired, okay?
It's just a temporary situation.
It'll work out.
NICK: I remember when the union
let me go because of my age.
Man needs a place to go, son.
Don't let lack of activity slow you down.
Something to drink? That can wait. (pager beeping)
Water. (phone ringing)
That can't.
Hello?
Oh, hi, Mr. Hornstein.
Yeah. Mm-hmm.
Sure.
I can be there in 15 minutes.
Okay, thanks.
Uh, Dad, that was really great,
but...
I have to go. Bye.
Like father, like daughter.
Okay.
Well, I've been thinking about taking you fishing anyway, Nick.
So what do you say we go out and see if we can snag a few
tomorrow after I have that meeting with the chief?
I'm sorry, son, it's my weekly get-together
at Three Oaks... poker day.
Oh.
I have plans, too, so...
Oh, all right, well, I guess I could
catch up on a little reading.
Well, that's how it starts.
Don't sit down, son, you'll atrophy.
MAN: That's good. That's good.
(horse whinnies)
Go rope it first, okay, Jimmy?
Okay, okay. BRIDGES: Hello, chief.
What's on your mind, Nash?
Well, you realize
that if I take ten months off from, uh, the SIU,
that special investigations unit
goes, uh, right down the drain.
You know that, don't you?
I wish I could help, but I can't.
Why not?
Because, technically, Bettina's correct.
If I were to override a departmental regulation
because you and I are old buddies...
wouldn't be right.
(laughs)
So you're willing to look the other way
while the best unit in the SFPD
goes to hell in a hand basket,
just because you're married to the mother
of the moron that's destroying it.
That's okay?
No. That's life.
Well, Danny, I knew that love was blind,
but this is just plain stupid.
BRIDGES: Yeah, uh-huh.
Yeah, well let's see how the rap sheets match up.
Okay. Let me know.
It's impossible to get any sleep around here.
Well some of us work for a living, sister.
Still in denial, huh?
Yeah, pretty much.
Um, how about putting some clothes on?
Why? I have some clothes on.
More clothes.
(phone rings)
Nash.
CORTEZ (on phone): Nash, we ran down those other two robberies.
Looks like you were right. Looks like the same crew.
What'd you get on the dead guy?
Absolutely nothing.
Supposed nonpro, it's not
helping us at all.
What's the average take on these jobs?
It's been about a hundred,
150K, somewhere around there.
All right, check with the Fed banks.
See if anybody's running around depositing
more than 10K at a clip.
Okay, you got it.
I'll see ya.
You back at work?
No, I'm back to getting back to work. (phone rings)
Might want to let everybody else know that.
(ringing continues)
Don't you have plans for the day?
Uh... (clears throat)
they fell through. Nash.
Just got your message. What's up?
Oh, Harve, how, uh, difficult would it be
to scrounge up a copy of, uh,
Bettina's personnel file?
You kidding? It'd be a pleasure.
Do it. And get me a copy of the regs book, too, will you?
I take it the chief didn't help?
Well, let's put it this way:
It is amazing what the power
of a marriage can do to a man.
Don't I know that.
See ya. Later.
You sure seem to be enjoying your time off, son.
(cell phone ringing)
Go ahead, let it ring. You're on vacation.
(Nick chuckles, ringing continues)
(laughs)
What? You think I won't?
No, I think you can't.
(ringing continues)
(cell phone beeps off)
How about that?
(landline rings)
Hello.
Oh.
Surprise, it's for you.
(laughs)
Nash.
Hey, your phone must not be working.
I tried to call you on your cell.
I turned it off.
You're kidding. You turned it off?
I'm on vacation.
Why can't anyone accept that?
(laughs): Yeah, starting with you?
Yeah. What can I do for you?
Oh, I just wanted to let you know
that I'm working it from the inside.
By the time I'm done
with Bettina, he's going to be begging
you to come back. Peachy.
Keep me posted, bubba.
You got it.
Put your clothes on.
Let's go see if we can find a fishing boat.
No, no, an American Indian.
Yeah, no, the guy... he's, like, a Blackfoot or something.
He's amazing.
I'm telling you, he can track water on chrome.
Wait, hold on a second.
One of my guys just came back.
Mezlan shoes, size ten, nine and a half and nine.
Pretty hard to find. What's up?
Bettina wears size ten and half, exact same shoe.
I don't get it.
Harvey, sit back and watch the master.
Tomorrow, we go down a half size smaller.
The next day, a half size smaller than that.
Remind me never to cross you.
BETTINA: Yo! Big red.
Nanook!
Can I help you?
Yeah, I'm looking for Nash Bridges.
You know, the main man, the brother's who's got it going down.
Yeah, well, he went down.
He's no longer with the department.
DOMINGUEZ: Yo, Boz Bishop, what up?
Joey D, what the dealie, bro? Hey.
Uh, Bettina, this is Boz Bishop.
He's one of Nash's CIs.
So, where Nash at, man? He at his crib?
'Cause I can roll on over there... No, no.
What can I do for you, Mr. Bishop?
Aw, man, you can't be doing nothing for me, bro, all right?
But I got something for Bridges on the D.L.
regarding that strong-arm crew, hit that supermarket.
Hey, anything you got for Bridges,
you can give to me, man.
No, man, you're tripping, all right?
I ain't giving it up for nobody but the man.
All right, and that's the plan.
I'm Audi 5000.
I'll go tell Nash. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Two things... first, son, you realize you're not Black.
Black? Right, and the second thing, one of you guys.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what? Yeah, you, all right.
Show Mr. Bishop to the lockup.
What? What are you...?
Ah, man, you can't pitch me up. I ain't done nothing.
Hey, man, this guy walked in here voluntarily.
You can't arrest him.
BETTINA: I'm in charge, Joey. SIU, Cortez.
I can do anything I want. Lockup.
CORTEZ: Guys, we got another robbery.
Electronics store in the marina, same M.O.
Okay, that's you and Birdsong. Roll.
Roll! I'll talk to you later, chill.
Oh, man, I ain't done nothing. Boz, Boz...
That ain't right, man, that ain't right. Hey, hey.
You remember when I kissed you in this car?
What? You never kissed me in this car.
I did so. I was 15,
little Catholic schoolgirl in her blue uniform
and you were my older sister's studly, college boyfriend.
And you picked me up from school one day.
Come on, you don't remember that?
You're delusional. It never happened. (laughs)
I see, I see.
So your memory is not only photographic,
but it's selective, huh?
I'm not speaking to you anymore.
So anyway, Lucia's been having these night terrors
you know, and they're upsetting the whole family, you know?
So I try to tell Inger... She's my wife, you know.
And I try to tell her, "Hey, we got to Ferberize the kid," you know?
But you know how mother's can be.
You know, I don't know if it's me, my wife,
the baby or what, or whatever's supposed
to happen to a guy in middle-age,
but it sure hasn't happened to me.
I mean, I could go every night, if you know what I mean.
Unfortunately, see, she's got the baby in bed with us.
Hey, and I don't have to tell you what that's doing to my sex life.
(chuckles): No?
Are you fluent in English?
I use my drive time
for quiet reflection.
Yeah.
Hello, Nick. Loretta.
Oh, I just love the smell
of a horse barn, don't you?
You don't have to sweet-talk me
to make up for what your son's doing to Nash, Loretta.
Meaning what?
I've seen Rick out here on more than one occasion.
I know a mama's boy when I see one.
Well, that "mama's boy" is on his way to the top.
We're winners,
Nick, Rick and I.
It's a family thing.
Too bad you can't say the same thing
for that horse of yours.
What did you say?
You heard me.
Nash.
DOMINGUEZ (on phone): Yo, man, I thought you'd
might like to know that Bettina's got Boz
down at the SIU.
Boz? What'd he do?
Nothing, except that he wouldn't talk to Bettina.
He'll only talk to you.
He says he has some information on the strong-arm crew,
but they're at a stalemate, so, uh,
Bettina locks him up.
All right, I'm on my way down there.
How's it working out with your new partner?
Yappy.
Can't get a word in edgewise.
(laughs)
BOZ: So I'm throwing back a few.
And this white dude,
man, he's holding a grip,
acting like he just nipped Tiffany's or something,
you know what I'm saying?
He down broadcasting this bitch, right,
about how him and his G's
ripping these joints off.
Everybody real cool till
some crazy-ass five-oh show up.
Take on four or five G's packing some big, old heat.
And I'm saying, ain't but one brother I know
got that mad flavor: Nash Bridges.
(chuckles)
This guy got a name, Boz?
Jim Wilson.
Hang at the Red Bull, on King, in South Beach.
How much longer?
Shouldn't be long. Nash usually cuts to...
Excuse me. Mr. Bishop is what we
in the criminal justice business
commonly refer to as a "confidential informant."
And whenever you're dealing with a CI,
it's a very, tricky situation.
Why don't you come with me?
I think you'd be more... Richard!
Mom, what are you doing here?
Tell me that man is not wearing
his vest over his jacket.
Mom, he's a, he is an undercover officer,
and it's his job to blend in.
Well, that doesn't account
for the armband and that hippie girl?
Yeah, Mom, come on. Come with me.
What's the matter?
My feet, they're killing me.
I'm not even kidding. I think they're growing.
Is that possible?
Don't be silly. Why?
How do you tolerate these messy desks?
I mean, there's too many personal possessions around here.
You ought to have some regulation about that.
Mom, this is actually my desk.
Look, look, Mom. Mom, Mom, don't you think people,
it's, you know, their workplace,
don't you think they should make it comfortable?
In the police department? And where are the wanted posters?
Rick.
Oh, Bridges, you remember my mother, Mrs. Rooney.
Ah, yes, Loretta, we meet again.
Nash.
What's up, baby?
Boz, hit the road.
And thanks.
Rick, here's the name,
here's the number, there's the address, you got it all.
All right, are you sure we can trust this clown?
You got something better?
No, I don't have anything better.
All right, I'm on it.
BRIDGES: I'm on vacation.
I got to run as well.
Mom, hold on.
Was there a reason you came down here in the first place?
Oh, yes, yes, dinner. Tonight at the chief's.
Oh, right, right.
Yes, the mayor's going to be there,
and Danielle's going to have her cousin, from Italy.
Not the Italian cousin, Mom... Yes, the Italian cousin.
Please dress well, be on time,
and for God's sake, don't hobble in like a cripple.
Bye, Mom.
Leeks!
Leeks! Leeks!
Uh, that would be Leek, Richie.
No "S."
Okay, okay, from now on there's a new dress code here.
Oh, yes, what's that?
You'd better just start thinking Joe Friday.
And clean up this pigsty.
You're not at... You're not at some concert.
So what kind of fish
you and Nick been catching outside the Gate?
Ah they've been catching tuna out there,
but they've said they've actually seen some marlin.
No way, marlin? Come on.
I'm not kidding, it's the whole El Nino thing.
Oh, my God, Nash!
Nash, that's the guy! The guy I saw at the store,
the robber.
You're kidding. No, I'm positive.
Are you sure? Yeah, I'm totally positive.
All right. Here we go.
Hang on.
Get out.
Huh? Get out.
And stay down.
(tires squealing)
Hey, SFPD. Stop right there!
So Lynette spotted this guy while you were driving?
Yeah, apparently she's my good luck charm.
Yeah, well, here comes your bad luck charm.
Bridges, what kind of games are you playing?
Rick, the crime scene is all yours.
No, you sent me on a wild goose chase, didn't you?
You sent me to Jim Wilson's house
where he wasn't when you knew where he was.
Yeah, right after I planned the Kennedy assassination.
Come on.
I want to know what happened here.
I'm out of here.
Harve, fill him in, I'm on vacation.
Hold on, hold on. Let's just stop walking.
Birdsong. Yeah?
Use your eagle eyes, your keen senses.
You tell me exactly what happened here.
Guy got shot.
(laughing)
He is good. Wow.
You think you're gonna work this case behind my back,
I'm telling you right now
I'm going to turn to a very serious part of the regulations.
Oh dear, oh dear.
Hey, Lynette, how you doing?
Rick-o-rama.
Here, let me get that for you, darling.
You're looking very foxy today.
You're sweet.
Say good-bye, Lynette. Bye, Rick.
What do you hang out with this guy for anyway?
He's got a lot more free time.
(tires squealing)
Ah, you're going for the latte. You're a brave man, my friend.
That which doesn't kill me shall make me stronger.
(sighs)
It ate your quarters, again.
(chuckles)
This should be a Zen moment of humility...
but apparently Bettina will not allow me
to attain that level of...! Harvey, Harvey, Harvey, relax bro, relax, okay?
Harvey, Harvey, Harvey.
Relax, bro, relax. Okay, relax.
I'll go across the street and I'll get you a latte, okay?
Whatever. Whatever. Okay.
Decaf. Can you say decaf?
You know, this isn't a coffee klatch boys.
I punched you both out.
When somebody wants to do their job around here,
I'll punch you back in.
Where's my pen? Which one of you has my pen?
I bet I know where that
and a couple of other large objects are located.
Who has my pen?
I don't have your damn pen.
Okay, Joe, it's not a "damn pen."
It's a 24-carat gold pen that my mother gave to me.
It's worth like a 150 bucks.
And maybe no one's going anywhere tonight
until I get this pen.
Oh God, Rick, did you ever consider making yourself
available to chemical companies for experimentation?
Okay, okay, funny man, that's it, that's it,
it's official.
No one's going anywhere until that pen appears right here.
Come on, I'm not kidding.
Where is the pen?!
Is this your pen?
(chuckles)
The culprit was gravity.
Better suspend the universe.
Thank you, Cordova.
It's Cortez.
Okay, I want to apologize
for accusing you all falsely.
I can admit my mistakes.
That's leadership.
It's simple. Nashman, we're quitting.
No man, you can't quit.
Hey man, I've got my 22 years in.
I don't need any more of this abuse.
I'll take a partial pension, Nash.
I mean, I-I'd rather be a rent-a-cop
than work for Bettina.
Don't knock rent-a-cops.
CORTEZ: I'm gonna transfer to vice.
Come on, guys, I promise you, I'm coming back.
DOMINGUEZ: Yeah, well, when?
I've already filed my complaint with the police commission.
Can they overturn the chief?
When they find out that the chief's married
into Bettina's family...
I got to believe.
Well, Nash, like what's the time frame?
We're looking at a week.
It'll be the longest week of our lives.
Tell me what's going on with this case.
The one you're not working? Just out of curiosity.
LEEK: Seven strong-arm robberies
with the same M.O.
Yeah, but all different types of businesses,
different owners, and different parts of the city.
What do all these businesses have in common?
LEEK: Cash. They're all hit when they're rich.
DOMINGUEZ: Problem is, we don't know
when the next hit's gonna be.
We have no idea what the target is.
What about businesses that service the targets?
Like?
Well, like accountants and banks and armored cars.
Anyone that would know
when there's a lot of cash gonna be around.
That's a good idea. I'll get on it.
All right, boss, we'll see you.
All right, thanks.
Have a good one, pal.
I'll, uh... DOMINGUEZ: Hang in.
Yeah. Just be here, holding this chair down.
So you're just not enjoying this free time concept, are you?
Ha. In a word, no.
I used to think it'd be great to not have a job
where I had to work so hard.
I don't believe it.
Well, it was usually when things weren't going so great
with one ex or another.
Changed your mind?
I can definitively say that
the grass is definitely not greener.
Hey, Nick.
Hello, son.
Lynette. Hey, Nick.
You know who I ran into?
Uh, Loretta Bettina.
That's right.
Do you know what she was saying?
She was claiming that her horse, Zanzibar Four, was superior
to Mr. Woody.
I told her to put her money where her mouth is.
Uh, meaning what?
Mr. Woody is going to race Zanzibar Four
for title to the loser's horse.
Kind of like drag racing for pink slips.
And first thing I'm gonna do
is change his damn name.
Call it off.
I thought you'd appreciate it.
Nick, you're not going to risk your life savings
over one damn horse race.
She was practically gloating
about how her son had demolished you.
So what?
Our family honor's at stake.
I'm not gonna stand by and see you trashed like that.
Nick, this is not your fight.
What I do with my horse is none of your business.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do.
Well, I guess he told me.
Guess so.
Uh-huh.
Okay, thank you very much.
Yes, we got it.
Got what?
All seven businesses that were held up
had contracts with Barton Armored Cars.
That's solid, man.
This guy Scott Ridgeway, he's VP of scheduling and operations,
he controls all the schedules and routes.
Worth a trip.
Let's roll, babe.
Are you aware that seven of your customers have been robbed
just prior to large cash pick-ups by your firm?
I can't disclose that information.
I mean, doesn't that strike you
as just a little bit coincidental?
I wouldn't commit to that description.
Oh, yeah? All right, well, who has access
to your schedule of routes, pick-ups and deliveries?
I'm not at liberty to say.
I mean, who besides you, Scott?
Because let me tell you something, my friend,
if you don't start shining light elsewhere,
I'm gonna keep the full brights on you, my friend.
Various people have assorted access.
That was a great non-answer.
Um, do you recognize any of these men?
No, not that I recall.
So that's no?
I've given you the best answer I can.
Now, look, I don't believe
you're out there pulling these jobs.
But I do believe you're supplying information.
Aren't you?
Look, be smart.
This deaf and dumb act is gonna land your ass in jail.
I like to fish.
Scott, you like to fish?
Fish? Yeah.
My family owns a salmon camp near Sitka.
Where do you like to fish?
I've fished in Alaska.
Yeah? Where?
The Kuskakwin River.
Ah, good fishing.
Tell me, is this the Kuskakwin?
Put that down.
Looks like a fun time.
The five of you up on a remote river.
Isn't this Wilson?
And this one Garcia?
Man, that was really great.
How did you spot those guys?
That was impressive.
I mean, those photos, whew.
So how long you been on the Las Vegas Police Department?
Got any books on tape?
(music playing) (sighs): Who is it?
DOMINGUEZ: Your former partner.
Oh. You may be right.
Why do you say that?
No, no, you give me your news first.
Okay, well, the armored car thing was gold.
We nailed the inside guy.
Actually, Birdsong did.
Birdsong? Yeah.
He's not a bad cop.
He's not gonna have a second career as a talk show host.
So, you can wrap it up, huh?
Yeah, soon as we figure out what their next target is.
Well, that's great.
How was your day, dear? Well, I heard
from the police commission. Oh, yeah?
They're not gonna review my appeal.
Well, why not?
(sighs): Well, in their view, I'm not being harmed.
In fact, they see it
as me getting a ten-month paid vacation.
No harm, no foul, no intervention.
(sighs): Well, that is a total nightmare.
Hmm.
It's no dream, Bubba.
It's very, very real. Oh, man.
Plus, Nick's pissed at me.
How wonderful.
Well, if it's any consolation, I've worked Bettina down
from a size ten and a half down to a size nine shoe.
You're right, that does make me feel better.
Hey, and you always have me.
True.
I got lots of ideas for new businesses.
(exhales)
Now I'm really depressed.
Hey, people, listen up.
I've narrowed it down to the next target.
Yeah? I thought Harvey did that. With Harvey's help.
All right, here's what's gonna happen... the robbers are gonna
hit the trucks when they come in right here to pick up the day's receipts.
No, no, Rick, Rick, Rick.
Actually, the robbers are going in early
before the gates open, right, in order to grab
the pay-out money from the counting room.
Okay, Harvey, why don't you take it from here.
The armored truck that brings the money to the park,
it comes through this gate between 11:00 and 11:15 a.m.
So if we set up, like, here, here and here,
we can trap them in the counting room?
Yeah. All right.
Okay.
Two eggs, over medium, poached,
on wheat toast, just the way you like 'em.
Or if they're not the way you like 'em, then forget it.
Sports section is done? Mm-hmm.
When I went into the Navy... (sighs)
I wasn't prepared for boot camp.
They took everything away from you.
Girlfriend, family, job, everything.
I remember thinking, "I don't know who I am.
What the hell are they gonna get out of me like this?"
I didn't know at the time that things would get better.
You can only control what you can control, Nash.
Um, let's get clear on something here.
Uh, you really gonna put Mr. Woody
up against Loretta's horse?
Without reservation.
What time is the race? 10:00.
Want some company?
Love some.
Wow!
I actually have something to do today.
(chuckles) Hot dog!
Nick, are you sure you want to do this?
Positive.
Let the best horse win.
Can I start the race?
Wait, wait, wait, I'll start the race.
Hyah! Hyah!
Aren't you gonna watch?
I don't want to jinx it.
How's he doing?
Uh, he's running.
LORETTA: Run! Run!
Oh! Mr. Woody's
leaving him in the dust!
NASH: Come on, Mr. Woody!
NICK: Go, Mr. Woody!
(Nick and Loretta shouting excitedly)
NICK: He's gonna do it!
Run, you...
Go, Mr. Woody! Bastard!
Run!
NICK: Come on, Woody! Go!
Go, Mr. Woody!
NICK: Go, Mr. Woody! Yeah!
We won! We won!
(phone ringing) We won!
(loud grunt)
Excuse me.
Ah!
Nash.
Damn horse thief.
Hey, enjoying your vacation?
Yeah, well, today's not so bad.
Well, I thought you might want to know something.
I think we figured out where the crew's gonna strike next.
Really? I'm more than curious.
Racetrack.
Oh, the racetrack, huh?
Yeah, like, right now... We're rolling out there.
Bettina's got a halfway decent plan figured out,
but, you know, it's Bettina, so anything could happen.
Man, I wish you could be there.
Uh, don't count me out.
Yo, got to go.
Let's go!
Listen, I want you to wait right here
until I get back, all right? Okay, cool.
Don't even blink.
Oh, man! I'll take that.
(whispers): Shh. Be very quiet.
Hand me that padlock over there, will you?
Here. Trade you.
(vehicles approaching) (muffled shouts, pounding from inside van)
Okay, let's deploy.
Offices are over here.
That means the truck came in from that direction.
(groans)
(Bettina shouting directions)
Sit down. Right there.
Don't move.
Hi, Rick.
Hi.
Okay,
you two go around back.
I want everybody hiding.
Rick.
You... can't speak.
You're a figment of my imagination.
What are you standing here for?
Let's go! Go around back.
I want everyone hiding.
Rick. Come on, get back...
You don't exist!
(pounding from inside van) You know the bad guys you're looking for?
They're in that van.
All of them.
But, well, except for this guy.
NASH: Come on.
And he's the driver.
You want to take him? Yeah.
Uh...
don't ask.
You wouldn't believe me anyway.
DOMINGUEZ: Thanks for the help, Rick.
Your cab's here.
You know, those pansies need water.
Hey, Nick, good news.
Floors are done.
What's the matter?
They say with terrible news,
it's best you just come right out and say it.
(exhales) What is it, Nick?
Shortly after the race, Zanzibar Four died.
Had a heart attack and passed on.
Nick, um, how is it you can get so attached
to a horse you've only owned for ten minutes?
I was right in the middle of renegotiating a deal
to sell him back to Loretta for $250,000
when he went hooves up.
(laughs)
Oh, yeah, sorry.
That is tragic.
I was greedy, Nash.
I was holding out for $275,000.
Now she's trying to stick me with the burial expenses.
No. No, no, no, no, that ain't gonna happen.
Worse.
I think she's gonna get an insurance settlement off of...
Oh...
They don't know that she bet the horse,
and I'm thinking I could sue her for the money.
Yeah, you could.
Kind of a quality-of-life issue, isn't it?
Meaning what?
Well, meaning how much time do you want to spend
giving depositions and battling it out
with Loretta Bettina Rooney in court?
Not much.
There you go.
There is a bright side.
What's that?
That's your personnel file, Rick.
Very interesting.
Where'd you get this?
You know, I'll bet you're not even aware
of your own number of vacation days.
But first, I want to thank you for...
referring me to this nifty regs book.
And, you know,
I've had plenty of time to read it recently.
Section 327, small letter "b,"
uh, number two: "No officer shall be entitled to more than
14 paid vacation days per year," blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
"Any officer compensated for these extra days
"shall forfeit future vacation days
until the surplus days have been repaid."
Meaning?
Meaning
when you left to work in Las Vegas, Rick,
you were still on the payroll
for five months.
No no, that was a paid leave of absence.
Section 437,
small letter "c," number seven:
"Any officer on paid leave
"may not enter into any other employment
"without written permission from the department,
or officer shall forfeit both wages and time earned."
Nash, can you
not see that I'm busy?
What is your point?
Rick, you went to work for Dotson Bail Bonds
five days after you got to Vegas,
but you remained on the department payroll
for the next five months.
Technically, you owe the department
155 days of vacation pay.
That's every Christmas, Thanksgiving and New Years'
for the next 11 years.
What the hell are you talking about?
So, what do you want?
You want to come back? Fine, you're back.
Birdsong!
Yeah? You're out.
What?
You're out. Nash is in... ergo you're out.
Look, I'll use a sports metaphor.
I only have room on the court for starters.
I don't get it.
How can you guys stand it?
Practice.
Sorry, Birdsong.
You did a good job on that case.
You'll get yours.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
whatever, whatever... look, have a nice drive back to the desert.
(sighs)
Look, Nash, to tell you the truth,
you know, I kind of... I missed having you around.
Welcome back.
Here is your time card.
You go punch in, buddy.
Couple of other issues, Rick.
Uh, that coffee machine?
Out of here. Come on.
Still got that sledgehammer?
Uh, yeah.
And the time clock?
Well, Rick, it's time to punch out.
(excited shouts)
Okay!
Now, then, what else is there around here
that needs to g...
You!
Oh, you can't get rid of me.
Rick, you can supervise from your old office
down at the Hall of Justice.
You'll do a lot better there kissing ass than you are trying to kick ass here.
Yeah, but I won't be able to help you out on a caseload basis.
And that's a good thing.
You need to step back; let me cover everything.
Everybody'll be a little bit happier.
You'll be happier; I'll be happier.
Everybody. Hold it a second.
You telling me you're gonna do all the work,
I'm gonna get all the credit?
All right, that sounds fair.
This is the arrangement that the chief and I have had for years.
Seems to work. Okay.
Okay, buddy, it's a deal.
I got to tell you the truth, I think I need a desk job.
I got to go see a podiatrist... My feet are killing me.
(chuckles): Good-bye, Rick.
He's gone? Okay!
(excited shouts)
LEEK: Ding-dong, the witch is dead!
All right, back to work.
Where were we?
Hey, Harve, can you take back
a pair of eight and a half for store credit?
They were worth every penny. Forget it!
We got some real coffee and your reports, sir.
Thank you, sir.
(toy squeaking)
Update on current cases!
Thank you.
(sighs): Ah, welcome back, dude.
We missed you.
(laughs): Like I never left.
(phone ringing) Thank you.
Nash.
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