(elevator bell dings)
All right.
You ever do it on an elevator, Nash?
Uh, excuse me?
I have a list of places I've always wanted to do it.
Really?
And they would be...?
Elevator.
Airplane.
Your place...
Oh, uh, hold the phone there.
That last request is doable. Uh...
pardon the use of the word.
Nash.
Hi. Kelly.
(laughing) Hi.
How are you?
Wow. Uh...
What floor? Oh. 17.
Thanks.
So...
(laughing)
How long have you been in town?
I just got here.
I was going to call you, actually.
Conner's with me.
Great. And-And Megan?
No, she's still with her Grandma.
Ah.
You should see her, Nash. She's beautiful.
Hi, I'm Sela.
Hi. Kelly.
BRIDGES: Oh, yeah.
Uh, sorry. Uh, ex-wife.
I didn't know you'd been married.
Uh, yeah.
Uh, she lives in London.
Near his other ex-wife, who currently resides in Paris.
You've been married twice.
Apparently so.
Well, we're going to have dinner upstairs.
I see.
(bell dings) Uh, well, that's me.
I'll call you.
Okay. Um, yeah, listen. I'll, uh...
I'll, uh... I'll buy you a cup of coffee.
Yeah, I'll be in town for the rest of the week.
Afternoons are good.
Right.
Freeze!
You all right?
Yeah. There are two of them.
(firing)
Hey.
(woman singing over bluesy organ riff)
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CORTEZ: Thanks a lot, guys.
Between them they had a lock pick, a Glock .9,
a Beretta .40, $419 in change and no IDs.
All right, get their prints and pertinents from the coroner.
You and Evan ask around,
talk to anybody who might have seen them come in.
Okay. We'll get them together in the lobby.
All right.
You feeling any better? Yes, thank you.
Thank God you were here.
Those two men, you've never seen them before?
Never.
Kelly? (mutters)
Maybe they're old enemies, left over from your father,
still holding a grudge.
My father's dead, as is my brother.
No one from that part of my life would give a tuppence for me.
So, what are you doing here in San Francisco?
I'm on business.
I work for a liquor company, single malt Scotch.
We're meeting with the US distributor.
Okay, until I can figure out who they were
and what they were after,
I'm going to suggest that you two move to another hotel.
All right?
Okay, fine. Whatever you think.
(garbled radio transmission)
DOMINGUEZ: Uh-huh. Okay.
Uh, in my office first thing in the morning.
No, no, no, thank you for the referral.
All right, see you tomorrow. Bye-bye.
(laughs and hangs up)
Off-duty case?
Well, it's not so much a case
as a very, very lucrative babysitting job.
Oh, good, and you have such great luck with babies.
Only in this case, it's not a baby.
It's some 40-year-old guy waiting for a heart transplant.
He must've been struck by lightning
or something, I don't know.
Uh, you want to start that again with me?
The insurance company is paying me to look after this guy
until the heart becomes available,
then I just drive him to the hospital.
What could go wrong?
Uh, he could die.
That would be high on my list.
So, you're saying you don't want in on this case?
You're psychic! Unbelievable.
Speaking of unbelievable,
you know what the most unbelievable thing
about that crime scene was?
You mean, other than the two dead bodies?
Mm-hmm. Two beds.
I'm sure they had an option for a King, but, uh...
Well, I'm more interested in Conner's story
than I am the sleeping arrangements.
You getting that funny feeling in your stomach?
Yes, I am.
It tells me that Conner is lying six ways from Sunday.
So, where does that put Kelly?
Stuck.
So, if she's stuck that means you're stuck, too, huh?
What a concept.
It almost sounds familiar.
Morning, boys and girls.
What do we got on the dead guys from the hotel, Harve?
Irish nationals, came to the US three months ago,
well known to the constabulary on the other side of the pond.
For what?
Anti-Brit terrorism, very hard-core.
DOMINGUEZ: Any connection to Kelly and Conner?
That's the million-pound question, but not yet.
What about the guns?
CORTEZ: Well, the Beretta was
unregistered.
We traced the Glock to a Michael Flanagan
who owns a bar on Clement.
Picked him up about an hour ago,
and we're holding him in an interrogation room as we speak.
MAN: Joe Dominguez?
Yeah, that's me.
Jack Adler, Barclay Insurance.
Oh, hi. Well, welcome. Step into my office here.
Last chance.
Pass.
Your reputation
precedes you... the agency tells me you do exemplary work.
Oh, really?
They used that word, huh? Exemplary.
$2,500 a day plus expenses
with a $5,000 bonus when you get him to the operation.
He's number one on the transplant list.
If history is a precedent, we expect a heart
for the royal prince within 48 hours.
Uh, don't be put off by the title.
Despite the fact that his family is one of the richest
in the world, he's very down to earth.
Oh, royalty, huh?
Well, great. Where do I sign?
Right there and there.
Okay. Uh, h-hold on a second.
Uh, let me ask you something.
You're hiring a private detective.
It sounds like this guy needs a nurse.
Obviously, we hold the royal prince in great regard.
We're very concerned about his well-being.
BRIDGES: Uh-huh. Well...
Let me ask this a different way.
Um, let's say the prince, um, expires before the operation.
Just how much money would the insurance company be out?
It's hard to say.
BRIDGES: Well...
take a wild guess.
In the vicinity
of $50 million.
Uh-huh.
I figured.
Okay, so, where is this guy?
Well, uh, we know he's in San Francisco.
(laughing)
Beautiful!
You don't even know where this guy is?
I thought you weren't getting involved.
Oh, I'm not, I'm not.
So, how could you not know where this guy is?
Well, you might start by casing the strip clubs.
He's quite fond of those.
I'll be in touch.
All right, so I was a little fuzzy on the details.
Oh, I got that.
Come on, do this case with me.
It'll be fun. It's a royal prince.
Oh, no, no, no, no. But I know
that Evan would probably love this gig, because, you see,
where strip clubs are concerned, he's your man.
I don't want to do this case with Evan.
I want to do it with you.
You got two minutes to make the deal,
and then we got to go see a man about a gun.
CORTEZ: "Strippers"?
Did I hear "strippers"?
Michael Flanagan?
Are you crazy, mate?
You can't haul me off the field in the middle of a scrimmage.
What's the charge?
Friend of mine was attacked by two men last night.
One was a Kevin O'Keefe.
He had a gun. It was registered to you.
You can talk anytime.
Oh, you want to play that game, huh?
What's the charge?
The charge is... Aha!
We have it right here... Failure to appear
on an excessive speed warrant.
You can't hold me on a bloody speeding ticket.
Sure, we can. Cuff him and book him, Ronnie.
Yes, sir.
You can't do that.
Look, it's getting late.
The judge will arraign you on Monday.
And, uh, with a good lawyer,
you'll be out in no time after that.
You can't do that.
We've got a playoff game tomorrow.
Oh, gosh, you've got a playoff game?
I had no idea about that.
Okay.
Kevin O'Keefe worked for me.
Uh-huh...
Now, how did he end up with your gun?
I kept it behind the bar.
It was missing.
Maybe he took it.
Why don't you ask him?
Well, we can't ask him. He's dead.
Did you ever see Kevin with these two people?
No.
But he was at the bar yesterday, looking for somebody.
Who?
Patrick McQuiston.
Who's McQuiston?
Read your recent Irish history.
Don't get cute, bubba, or I'll slap your ass right out there
in that nice warm water.
He's a famous terrorist.
Terrorist, huh?
What else do you know about him?
Is he here in town?
I don't know.
I promise you, that's all I know.
It better be.
Harve, find out everything you can
on a guy by the name of Patrick McQuiston.
He's supposedly an IRA terrorist. I'd start with,
uh, Scotland Yard.
All righty. What's the connection?
More like who's the connection. It's Conner.
BRIDGES: Conner and McQuiston have been
playing out some sort of IRA mini-war.
Conner was stalking McQuiston,
so McQuiston strikes back with the attack in the hotel.
So, who do we cover?
Conner and McQuiston.
I'd call the first round a draw.
But we got to get them to neutral corners
before someone starts scoring points.
Meanwhile, somebody's been using Kelly as a sparring partner.
I'm going to go see her now.
Hey guys, I found Bandar Zamil.
Hey, good work, partner. Where is he?
He's at the Fairmont, in the presidential suite,
and he has his very own concierge.
Nice work.
Hey, Nashman, uh,
didn't Kelly and Conner move over to the Fairmont?
Uh, yeah. Why?
I was thinking you go over there, you check up on them,
you can join us and check up on the prince
as he rests comfortably in his hotel suite
waiting for his new heart.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
I'm gonna leave that all to you, bubba.
You're not even a little bit curious?
Not even kinda,
but I'll give you a ride over there.
The cardiac kid is all yours.
Come on.
(phone ringing)
Hello.
Listen to me... Do exactly as I say.
Conner, what is it?
Leave the hotel. Kelly, it's not safe.
I bought you a ticket to London. It's at the airport.
Conner, what is going on?
This is insane.
U.K. Air, gate 34.
Get out of there, Kelly, now!
(click, dial tone)
MAN: We did get the layouts.
MAN 2: Get the layout changed, get the advertising...
Hi, could I see the manager, please? Yes?
(phone rings) Yes, sir.
Operator.
Yeah, hi, uh, 317, Kelly Weld.
One moment, sir.
I'm sorry, sir, there's no one registered by that name.
Check under "MacMillan."
Yes, sir.
Uh, sorry, they've checked out already, sir.
Okay, thank you.
(whistle blows)
(surf music plays)
(girls conversing)
Come on. We're havi" a beach party.
Come join us.
Uh, down, boy. I'll handle this.
Come on.
Serve to the red bikini.
♪ ♪
CORTEZ: It's hot in here. Maybe the heat helps
the prince's blood keep flowing or something, I don't know.
Looks like it keeps the beer flowing, anyway.
CORTEZ: Volleyball, I love volleyball.
ZAMIL: Foul!
DOMINGUEZ: Don't strain your neck, man.
(whistle blows)
No, no, I'm totally, totally under control here.
ZAMIL: Go outside.
Inside.
Uh, Mr. Zamil?
You're the Ferrari dealers?
Uh, no, no, we're not the Ferrari dealers.
I'm Joe Dominguez,
this is Evan Cortez.
Uh, Barclay sent us over
to kind of look after you till the operation.
I see. Did you bring swimming trunks?
Uh, no, sir, I'm afraid we didn't.
Listen, Mr. Zamil,
given your condition, do you think this is such a good idea?
ZAMIL (blows whistle): Serve here. Here!
I have 48 hours.
If I don't get new heart, I am forever resting.
MAN: Excuse me, uh, Mr. Zamil.
I'm Daniel, the hotel concierge.
I just received a phone call from the beach party planner.
The check you sent them didn't clear.
Was it a blue check?
I'm not sure of the color.
Allied Bank of Switzerland?
That's my bank in Geneva.
The Swiss are anal.
It's a mistake.
Give him a green check.
You fill in.
Yes, sir.
Very good, sir.
Prince?
Serve. Serve here.
Serve here. Prince?
Listen, given your condition,
I don't really think this is a great idea.
I would have to agree with him, sir.
Try to stop me.
(whistle blows)
Play ball!
(phone rings)
Yeah?
Nash, it's me.
Hey, I've been lookin' all over for you.
I was just by the hotel.
Why'd you check out?
I'll explain later. Can you come pick me up?
Are you okay?
Yeah, uh...
Some men were following me. I lost them. Now I'm fine.
Where are you?
Um, I'm on the corner of Fillmore and Green.
All right, keep your head down, sister.
I'm two minutes away.
(tires squeal)
So Conner never met you at the airport,
he never showed up?
No. I waited for him at the gate until the flight left.
And you're absolutely sure you were followed?
The entire way.
I lost them in the terminal.
Why, do you think?
I don't have a clue.
I was never very interested in that part, if you recall.
(laughs) Oh, I-I, uh, I recall that, yes.
What?
Uh, nothing, I was... nothing.
You've got your mischievous look.
(laughs) No, I was just, I was just looking
at how beautiful you are, that's all.
Don't start.
No, no, it was just an innocent observation.
Innocent? You?
All right. Well, I'd be lying
if I said that the thought of just taking you back
to my apartment and popping a bottle of champagne
and turning off my phone until sometime
in the next millennium hadn't crossed my mind.
But...
But?
I don't sleep with married women.
You know that.
Oh. Oh, good. That's very reassuring.
All right, so, um, this guy,
uh, Patrick McQuiston.
You ever heard of him?
Yeah, of course.
He bombed a supermarket in Londonderry in 1979.
Conner's mother was one of the 16 people killed in the blast.
Ah, it's all becoming more clear.
How'd his name come up?
I think Conner is here looking for McQuiston
and McQuiston is responsible for the attack
on you at the hotel.
Well, that is a lovely theory, darling, except for one thing.
What's that?
McQuiston's been in prison in Northern Ireland
since the bombing.
Harvey, give me the skinny on McQuiston.
Patrick McQuiston, aged 47,
sentenced to life in prison
for a 1979 bombing of a Londonderry supermarket.
Very good.
Now tell me something I don't know.
Okay. He was released from prison three months ago.
You're joking.
Part of the peace talks.
British government furloughed
20 political prisoners as a sign of good faith,
and McQuiston was one of 'em.
They're insane.
LEEK: Well, he's in San Francisco as we speak.
Arrived a week ago yesterday,
and his local address, bogus.
So who do we follow, Conner or McQuiston?
Harvey, work McQuiston.
We'll find Conner. Where would he be?
I don't know.
(sighs) Well, let's think.
He's on the run. He's gonna need a safe place.
My old house.
It's empty.
Between tenants. He knows where the key is.
It's worth a shot.
All right, let's go. Let me go to the loo.
All right. Ah, is she coming with us?
Well, she knows Conner.
It's kind of risky taking her.
Risky leaving her here.
And she knows the players.
No doubt.
Don't go there, bubba.
Too late.
(whirring)
Tell me, lads, that poor MacMillan is going
to join his dear, departed mother.
We can't find him.
Look harder.
Find him.
Be quick about it.
Aye.
(whirring stops)
(whirring resumes)
I don't see a For Rent sign.
That's 'cause there isn't one.
Really? Does that mean
you're planning on coming back?
Now why would you think I'd be coming back?
Well you don't have a For Rent sign up.
Is every little thing a clue to you?
Well, why didn't you sell it?
This isn't a mystery for you to solve, Nash.
Why don't you save your powers
of deduction for the case?
You haven't answered the question.
Hey, you guys, I hate to break this up,
but I just saw somebody moving inside the house.
What?
Give me your key.
Stay behind us.
WOMAN: Ooh, Dominick, that consomme is great.
You do great soul food. But what type of sauce?
Can you also just baste it?
DOMINICK: Sure, sure, you can baste it.
But you have to do it evenly,
and, uh, put a pinch of ground oregano in
with the sauce to measure.
Oh! SFPD! Keep your hands where
I can see 'em! Anybody else in the house?
No.
Joe, check it out. Okay.
KELLY: You're wearing my night shirt.
That's not your night shirt, that's my football jersey.
I been lookin' for that.
KELLY: Well, I'm sorry, darling,
but I had it in the owner's closet,
which was supposed to be locked.
Who the hell are you?
This is my house. I'll ask the questions.
No, sorry, this is my house.
(chuckles) Sorry, bubba, but she's got you there.
Now, first thing's first.
We're lookin' for this guy. You ever seen him?
Has he been here?
Mm-mm. No.
All right, it's all clear back there.
All right, now then, who the hell are you people?
I am Reverend Dominick Florentino,
and this is my wife, Penelope,
and this is my wife, Judecai.
That's all I have to say.
Well, uh, that's probably a good idea,
because, um, bigamy is against the law here
in the state of California.
Unless you have a search warrant and court documents
to support your claim on the premises,
I'm going to have to insist you get out.
Actually, Rev, um, I know a little something
about the law myself,
and, uh, we have a new streamlined eviction process
here in the city of San Francisco.
I'd like to introduce you to it.
(gasps)
(wives gasp)
Dominick, I thought you won this house in a raffle.
I'll straighten this out baby, don't worry.
What about religious freedom?
BRIDGES: I'm all for it. Go with God!
Uh, that jersey stays.
Thank you.
(Penelope mutters)
Patchouli oil?
You're gonna wanna wash this.
Can you believe the nerve?
The nerve I get.
It's the two wives I find interesting.
I was diggin' the velvet suit myself.
(phone rings)
(sighs)
Dominguez.
Hey, Joe, we're on the move.
Where're you headed?
Well, I'm not exactly sure.
He won't say, but I managed to get a seat in the limo.
I'll give you a call when we land.
Okay, just make sure it's not a crash landing, okay?
I'll do the best I can, sir.
Anything else missing?
Six bottles of champagne from Uncle Charley.
Look at all this stuff.
What the hell you got in here, earthquake provisions?
What else you got in this place?
Oh, stay out of there.
My God, woman, you haven't thrown anything away
since you were in the third grade.
Well, look at this.
Our wedding announcement.
It was nice, wasn't it?
Which part?
The announcement.
Yeah, but you know, then you put these things in print,
and it's all downhill from there.
That's not my recollection.
(laughs)
Well, you're not cursed with a photographic memory.
Look at this.
My old albums.
I miss vinyl.
Yeah, you gave them to me.
Hell, I thought we'd worn these out.
Come on.
That's enough reminiscing for one day.
Hey, hey, wait a minute, sister.
That's my stuff.
Well, possession is nine-tenths of the law.
Of course, you can negotiate for their liberation.
(chuckles)
Old trick.
Yeah, one I miss.
(phone ringing)
Right on time.
Never fails.
Nash.
LEEK: Problem.
I don't like problems.
Still, they exist.
I'm at Tommy O'Brien's in Richmond, and he's dead.
That's a problem.
No, the real problem is
we got a witness who ID'd Conner MacMillan as the killer.
You got him?
No.
Stay on it.
If he shows up, let me know.
What?
They found Conner?
(clears throat)
More than that.
Conner's not a killer; he's not capable of it.
Now, we don't know he's done anything yet.
Harve?
Well, we got some prints off the shell casings
and they match up with Conner's.
This isn't happening.
LEEK: And we got a confirmed ID from that witness.
It was self-defense.
We checked the DB's hands for lead... negative.
No other bullets or casings.
It looks like Conner's was the only gun fired in that room.
Excuse me.
Also, our dead guy here on McQuiston's visa,
he was the local contact.
All right, here's a question for you.
What the hell is McQuiston
and his, uh, bunch of terrorist buddies doing in town, anyway?
Uh, terrorism?
Yeah, I think you're onto something there.
All right, Harve, we're gonna
have to look at the targets, too.
Aye, aye.
(sighs)
Just for the record,
Conner and I, we never did get married.
Don't you think I'd have invited you to the wedding?
(laughs)
I don't know. I...
As you recall, weddings and I, we, uh...
Ne'er the twain shall meet.
We're, um...
Well, it's not working out.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Listen, um, I have to get to a phone.
There's an appointment I need to cancel, okay?
Wait a minute.
How long ago
did you make this appointment?
It's an art gallery opening.
I made it before I came here. Why?
Because I think you're going to keep it.
(dance music playing)
(laughter, indistinct conversations)
Hello.
Joe, you are here. Yeah, yeah.
Hey, listen, Prince, uh, why don't we go back to the hotel,
we'll order some room service and a movie, huh?
I've seen all the movies.
Oh, cool. Uh, why don't we go back to the hotel
and we'll talk about it, okay?
I can't. I'm next.
What do you mean, you're next?
Hey... Well, the prince, the prince always wanted
to do stand-up in comedy, so I signed him up.
Whose side are you on?
MANAGER: Mr. Zamil.
My apologies, but
the check that you gave me to cover the bill, apparently
it's drawn on an account that's no longer active.
Was it a blue check or green check?
Camel.
Camel?
The point is, it bounced.
No problem.
Where is my wallet?
MAN: Right here.
Put 25% gratuity for everyone on this.
And 25% gratuity more for you.
Oh.
Very good.
Thank you, sir.
What kind of credit card was that?
Onyx.
Is that a step above platinum?
Two.
MANAGER: Ladies and gentlemen,
for your entertainment tonight, direct from Saudi Arabia,
Prince Bandar Zamil.
(applause)
I am here on vacation, and to get heart transplant.
(laughter)
My doctor says, "Get heart transplant or die."
(laughter)
I will be funny now.
(laughter)
Does anyone know, why did the falcon cross the road?
(crowd murmurs)
MAN: Why?
For meat.
(confused murmurs)
To eat meat!
Is all the jokes I have. (heckling shouts)
Now I will sing.
Okay, he sings, we're out of here. The words, I have the words...
After he sings, we go. Okay? All right.
(Reel Big Fish's "Sell Out" plays)
♪ I know can't work in the fast... ♪
♪ All your life ♪
♪ But don't sign that paper tonight ♪
♪ She said, but it's too late ♪
♪ I... ♪
(Zamil groaning)
♪ And I don't remember what I read ♪
♪ I don't remember what they said... ♪
That's funny.
Funny guy.
♪ Doesn't matter anymore ♪
♪ Gonna go to the record store... ♪
(indistinct conversations) (piano jazz plays)
What?
Oh, nothing.
I mean, you and me at a stuffy art gallery opening,
fancy hors d'oeuvres, pretentious people.
Why, uh, hell, it's just like old times.
If it were like old times,
I'd be here alone, and you'd be on a case.
(chuckles)
Luckily, I'm the case.
Well, so much for that no fault divorce, huh?
Oh, the divorce wasn't a problem.
The marriage, that was your fault.
Uncle, sister, uncle.
Get down! Oh!
(gunfire, people screaming)
Stay down!
(gunshots)
(people clamoring)
Guess they didn't count on running into you.
You sure know how to liven things up, sister.
Fog City Car Rental.
Well, all right.
Yeah, Harve?
Yeah, you got to scour that area, see if you can get
a match on those keys with the rental car.
All right?
Now, if anything pops, call me first thing in the morning.
All right, thanks.
Well, what do you think?
Old place look the same?
Well, if I said that it lacked a woman's touch,
would that be stating the obvious?
(chuckles)
Yes, it would.
Now, then, uh, would you like something to eat?
I have food, I think.
No.
Um, do you want something to drink?
No.
Okay.
Do you want to discuss sleeping arrangements?
Mm-mm.
No?
No.
(phone line ringing) (officer speaking indistinctly)
(phone ringing, Bridges sighs)
I thought I'd shut...
Don't move.
Yes, ma'am.
(phone ringing)
Wow.
How'd that get way down there?
Mm, mm, mm.
Yeah, Nash.
LEEK: Nashman.
Found the rental car that belongs to those keys
about five blocks from the gallery.
(whispers): Stop it. (giggles)
Uh, right, good.
I'm sorry, you sound busy.
Should I call back?
Uh, no, no.
(laughs)
No, no, go on.
The car was registered to guess who... Patrick McQuiston.
Hotel Killarney... I checked and he's there.
Give me the address.
Patrick McQuiston?
Aye.
SFPD.
Let's chat.
Inspector Bridges.
What about?
About why two men driving a car registered to you
tried to kill me and my ex-wife last night.
My car is parked in the hotel garage.
And if it's not, I'd like to report it stolen.
Now who would I talk to about that?
I'm gonna give you a little homework tip.
Next time you want to kill somebody,
make sure the ex-husband isn't a cop.
We take umbrage to people trying to murder our loved ones.
I'm here on holidays, Officer.
Inspector. Bridges.
Got a lovely city here.
It's very romantic.
Please don't spoil it.
And I'm gonna suggest the same to you.
Now, I don't know what's going on between you
and Conner MacMillan, but whatever it is, it's over.
I'm quite certain I've never heard of Conner MacMillan.
(laughs)
You're a bad liar for a terrorist.
But I'm gonna see that you stick to that.
Are we clear?
Aye.
Recommendation: make a hasty retreat back to Ireland.
(engine starts)
(knock on door) DOMINGUEZ: Now what?
Hi. We're here to see Mr. Zamil.
Where is he?
Uh, he's right through there.
Two? I don't know.
WOMAN: Hello.
Hello, Mr. Zamil. Welcome.
How are we feeling today? Fine.
DOMINGUEZ: So, the insurance company hired you?
Yeah, I don't know, actually, the agency sent us. Oh.
You know who should be worried is my insurance company, man.
I've aged five years in the last 24 hours.
(laughs): You'll be all right, bud, don't worry about it.
(blues-rock playing)
Whoa-whoa...
Oh, oh, no, whoa!
CORTEZ: No, no, no,
wait a second, wait, no, no, no.
(music continues)
CORTEZ: Cover yourself. (beeping)
DOMINGUEZ: It's the hospital!
It's the hospital... They got a heart!
Oh!
What's going on here? No, no...
Mr. Zamil, are you okay? (groans)
Are... Lay down. Lay down flat.
Knock it off, Bandar... If you're kidding,
I'm gonna kill you... Now, knock it off.
Call 911... I think he's going into cardiac arrest.
Stop, stop... Check my bag, see if there's any nitroglycerin pills, okay?
Should I call 911? Wait a minute, wait,
are you a stripper or a nurse?
I'm a stripper and a nurse, okay?
Now, move your ass. (Zamil groaning)
Okay, I'm calling, I'm calling, I'm calling.
Good morning, gorgeous.
Morning.
Milk for your tea, my love. Oh, great, thanks.
(chuckles quietly)
(chuckles)
There you go.
Thank you, darling.
(phone ringing)
Nash.
I was wondering if I could speak to Kelly.
(clears throat softly)
What makes you think she's here?
Didn't take the flight home; nowhere else she'd be.
Where are you?
Don't worry about me, Nash.
I'm the least of your problems.
I'm not worried about you, bubba.
I'm worried about Kelly, as you should be.
Put her on.
Turn yourself in.
I came here to do something, and I'm not stopping till I do it.
Well, to get it done,
you're gonna have to go through me, bub.
Fine.
(bell clangs) If that's the way you want it.
Conner?
Yes.
Where is he?
He's at Victoria Park... I could hear the cable car
in the background on the turnaround.
Grab your jacket.
Maybe you can help me talk some sense into him.
BRIDGES: See him?
No. Nowhere.
Why is he doing this, Kelly?
I think you know.
(cable car bell clangs)
Conner never struck me as the kind of guy
that would risk his own life for revenge.
Well, that's not it.
He couldn't get out of your shadow, Nash.
What?
Well, he felt he had to live up
to some mental image I had of you.
(laughs): Well, I guess you didn't give him
the full picture, then, huh? (phone ringing)
Yeah, this is about you and me, Nash.
Nash.
LEEK: The driver of McQuiston's rental car,
I tracked him down to a storage garage
that McQuiston is leasing.
And? We've got wiring,
explosives, remnants of a timer.
I'd say that somebody was building a car bomb,
only the car and the bomb are gone.
Oh, no, no, no, no, don't say that.
Oh, it gets better.
Also got photos here of Grace Cathedral.
Don't know what that means... I assume nothing good.
Archbishop Windicott
is performing services there this morning.
Meaning what, boss? That's our target.
Grab Joe and meet me there.
Tag. You're it.
He's a murderer.
I got you.
I'll get him.
(groans)
BRIDGES: Do me a favor and stay right there.
Don't move, all right?
McQuiston's over here.
(beep)
Freeze!
SFPD!
(gunshot)
(grunts)
(gunshot)
(gunshots)
Check him, Harve.
Check his pockets.
Thank you. Got the car, got the car...
Detonator, please.
Oh, brother.
We've got three and a half minutes.
Got a key? Yeah.
DOMINGUEZ: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
It's booby-trapped.
Ooh, baby, good catch.
I'm calling the Bomb Squad.
LEEK: We don't have the time, guys.
Windicott's on his way out.
Well, we can't let it blow up here, man.
Well, we got to move it.
DOMINGUEZ: Move it? What do you mean, move it?
You don't mean drive it?
Yeah, get in. If I'm gonna blow up, you're going with me.
Come on. Don't hit any traffic, okay?
I'm not hitting anything, period.
Where are you guys... where...
Hey, Nash, do you want me...
(tires squealing)
Oh, shut up and go pray.
(tires squealing)
How much time we got left?
1:45 and counting.
(horn honks) Watch it!
(horn honks)
Where exactly are we driving to?
I'll let you know when we get there.
You don't have a plan?
Oh, sure, it's easy to criticize.
(engine roaring)
(horns honk)
They still doing construction on Guerny and Washington?
Yeah, yeah, I think so.
(tires squealing, horn honking)
(tires squealing)
(horn honking)
Nash, Nash, hey, hey, hey... you're on the sidewalk!
All right, remind me to write myself a ticket.
Are you trying to kill me?
Think of it this way, bubba.
If... if this thing blows, you won't even feel it.
(quiet boom, brief clatter)
That was it? Oh, man...
We could've stayed in the car for that.
(grunts)
I can't believe we're still alive.
I can't believe we don't have skid marks on our foreheads.
(car alarm blaring in distance)
(quiet, steady beeping)
ZAMIL: I have new heart?
Oh, yeah... it's pumping away like crazy there.
You save my life.
(chuckles): Yeah, well, I guess I did.
Mm.
Check.
This... this for you.
Oh.
Hey, a million dollars! How about that!
Well, that's great. Thank you very much.
It does not measure my happiness.
Well, my pleasure.
Thanks.
(chuckles): Thanks a million.
(chuckles)
Uh, just get well.
See you later.
(thunder rumbling)
(footsteps approaching)
How long will he be in jail?
Well, I, uh, I don't make those predictions.
(wry chuckle): He had everything.
Beautiful daughter, money.
(sighs)
He didn't have you.
Give me your hand.
To my place.
(chuckles)
You gonna be there?
No.
Thanks, anyway.
Well, Nash?
Yes?
So long.
That's it, huh?
You hate good-byes.
(chuckles)
I don't hate 'em that much.
Well... maybe there's hope for you anyway.
(chuckles)
I wouldn't count on that, sister.
Next time you're in London.
Yeah, next time.
I hope there's always a next time.
(thunder rumbling)
DOMINGUEZ: So, want to get some lunch?
Sure. What do you got in mind?
Anything but sushi.
Tell me about it.
I suppose you know you got a million-dollar check
sitting on your desk over there. (chuckles): Right, that, yeah.
A million bucks? A one and six zeroes?
Why would you leave a check
for a million dollars laying around on your... No!
Why do you even have a check for a million bucks?
(chuckles): Well, 'cause it's not worth the paper it's written on.
Bandar is Mr. Vulcanized IOU.
Are you sure?
Guy's rich.
Eh, want to see how sure I am of this?
(Leek grunts)
Babe, are you sure that's a good idea?
Don't give it a second thought. Hey, come on, let's go to lunch.
CORTEZ: Hey, Joe, you got a call on line five.
Who is it?
Some guy from the Bank of Thames in London.
It's about the check.
He's asking if you want payment
in dollars, pounds or deutschmarks.
BRIDGES (chuckles): Oh, no.
Joe... breathe.
Remember to breathe, now.
Come on, buddy.
Joe, breathe, now, don't forget to breathe.
Shh, shh.
(phone rings)
DOMINGUEZ: Yeah?
Come on, bubba, let's go have a beer.
No, no, you guys go.
Come on, man, the game's on.
We can watch it at the sports bar down on Fourth.
No, no. Just leave me alone.
They serve all-you-can-eat burritos until 10:00.
Not interested.
Are you sure?
No, no, you guys go.
Well, don't stay too late... You'll go blind.
No, no, it's all... I'll talk to you later.
(quietly): I just need an edge.
(whispers): Just an edge.
Come on, I just need an edge.
Just an edge.
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