(ship's horn blows in distance)
MAN: Back home, because I'm the sheriff, I go right
to the head of the line.
Dad, has there ever been a line at the post office
in Ruidoso? New Mexico isn't
as backward as you think, son.
CLERK: Next.
BRIDGES: Hey, look at that. We're actually moving.
Ma'am.
Thank you.
Anytime.
See what I mean?
Oh, I got the picture.
So what are you sending to Lisa, her lucky spatula?
No, her recipes.
My ex-wife is a chef.
She's in Paris, studying.
CLERK: Next.
Beautiful.
Here you go. That goes to Paris.
And I need to pick this up.
Okay.
So, Frank, are you enjoying
that beautiful granddaughter of yours?
She's the apple of my eye.
(chuckles): I know.
(rapid automatic gunfire)
Get down!
Get down, SFPD! (customers screaming)
Get down, right now! Get down! Right away, man.
Don't even think about it. Stay right there. Get down!
Get down. (woman gasps)
(rapid gunfire)
Two guys,
an Asian and a white guy.
(burst of gunfire) Ready?
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SFPD!
Drop it, now!
Joe, check him.
Got him.
(grunts)
MAN: Go! Go!
(tires screeching)
Son of a bitch.
(woman singing over bluesy organ riff)
We found your sister-in-law's box in a Dumpster
two blocks from the post office.
Yeah, no return address, and the stamps and postage
indicate it came from Hong Kong.
Also, it's three pounds, two ounces lighter
than when it was mailed.
And the Mercedes plates...
those belong to a rental car.
A Chinese guy, a fake I.D.,
and a fake Hong Kong address.
Yeah, I figured.
Thanks, guys.
Okay.
We got two people shooting at each other, one dead,
over a package that was addressed to you.
You want to tell us about it?
I know a guy named Brian Hammett.
We used to work together on a yacht.
He e-mailed me a couple weeks ago from Hong Kong,
and he said that he was coming back to San Francisco
'cause he lives here, and he wanted
to know if he could use my address
so that he could send some of his stuff back ahead of time.
And I said sure, 'cause it didn't seem like
any big deal at the time.
Brian's?
I left some of my stuff on the boat.
Evidence.
All righty, tell us about Brian.
We worked together.
We were... friends...
FRANK: Friends...
or friends? If you get my drift.
Uh, just ignore him.
BRIDGES: Uh, actually,
that's a good question.
Friends or friends?
You know what? I don't think that
the details of my personal life
are relevant here. You know, I mean,
I got mailed a box.
Somebody used my address and that's all that I know, so...
Miss, do you recognize this man?
DOMINGUEZ: Uh, if you don't mind, Dad?
You recognize this guy?
Yeah.
That's Scott Putman.
Who's he?
He's a friend of Brian's.
We met him in Bouquette.
He was into all kinds
of shady stuff:
drugs, black marketeering, smuggling...
And you would know this because...?
Because he used to brag about it.
I mean, I didn't want anything to do with that guy.
Mm-hmm.
But Scott and Brian, they were friends, right?
Brian didn't want anything to do with that guy either.
I mean, that's how come
we both ended up getting out of there.
Okay. All right. Um, Evan?
I want you to get me the CSU reports
and check with the postal workers.
See if anybody saw anything that can help us
identify our, um, missing shooter.
Righteously on it. Harve?
Hmm? Your homework assignment
is a 500-word essay:
"Who I Was Before I Wound Up Dead on the Post Office Floor."
The Scott Putnam Story?
Yeah, typed and double spaced.
FRANK: What about us?
You are going home, Daddy-O.
And you and I are going to take a little ride.
Tell me about this romance with Brian.
Like I said,
we had a romance.
Big deal, you know?
We were on a sailboat together for six months.
We shared one of those little "V's"
in the front of the boat. What do you expect?
I'm not passing judgment on your love life here.
Thank you.
(chuckles)
I don't know, Brian's like
a 28-year-old overgrown kid, you know?
I mean, he's a fun guy.
We had a, we had a great time.
If you had such a great time,
why'd you come back?
Well, my contract on the boat was up.
I guess after ten years of living in exotic places,
I figured my wanderlust was kind of running on empty, so...
Oh, yeah?
Well, how did Brian feel about that?
(laughs)
I think you could say he was mildly perturbed.
And you?
I don't know. It had more to do, I think,
with the time and the place than with the guy.
Uh-huh.
Is that why he's coming back?
I don't know.
Well, speculate, damn it.
(sighs) Maybe.
Maybe yes?
Yes.
Yes... maybe.
Oh, Joe, are you two all right?
Yeah, honey, we're fine, we're fine.
No big deal.
Papa, you've been here for one day
and you get into a shoot-out.
I was so worried.
It didn't quite work out the way we wanted,
but, uh, we're all right.
Oh, that's good. I'm glad.
Joe, whoever sent that package
had to file a freight slip with Customs.
Maybe you should pay them a visit, huh?
Dad, we know who sent the package:
Brian Hammett.
I mean, do you think he listed contraband
on his declaration form?
Fine. Fine, don't do it.
Let the trail run cold.
I'm insane.
Where's my granddaughter?
Oh, I just put her down.
She's probably still awake if you hurry.
Sure, Papa, go ahead.
Lucia, watch out.
Here comes Papa. (laughs)
Joe? Hmm?
What's the matter, huh?
(sighs)
The man drives me insane.
I mean, no matter what I do,
he's always got to have a comment, or a, or a-a correction.
I mean, it's always been that way.
It's only because he cares about you.
And so do I, about both of you.
So be nice, huh?
(mumbles): All right. (doorbell rings)
I'll get it.
(sniffles)
(door opens)
Yeah? Hi. I got a package here
for Joe Dominguez, care of Frank Dominguez.
You mean, uh, Frank Dominguez care of Joe Dominguez.
No, I got it right.
No, no, no, you don't got it right.
See, uh, this is my house.
I'm Joe Dominguez, see.
Do you want the package or not?
What is it?
It's C.O.D.
It'll be $88.50.
C.O.D.
What is it, gold bars?
I just got this hundred.
Here you are.
Thank you, sir.
Yeah, great.
Uh, hey, uh...
(whispers): Incredible.
(strained grunting)
What in the world is that?
It's a hernia. Watch out.
Lucia's asleep.
Hey, it got here!
(chuckles): Great!
What is it? Elk meat.
We better get it right in the fridge.
Elk meat, huh? Yeah.
It's a present.
Oh, that's so generous of you.
Thank you, Papa.
Isn't it generous, Joe?
Oh, yeah, generous.
Uh, could you excuse us
for a minute?
I'll load the fridge.
What is the matter with you?
You know, as I remember, last time I shot an elk
and brought the meat home, you kicked me out of the house.
I mean, when he does it, it's generous.
Well, it is generous. Oh...
Wait, wait a minute, Dad.
No, no, not my root beer. Come on.
Root beer does not have to be refrigerated.
Well, it does if you like it cold.
You can pour it over ice.
Hey, I can move to Alaska, too... That's not the point.
FRANK: Okay, I'm open to suggestions.
Where's your top-loading freezer?
I don't have a top-loading freezer.
Where's you're, uh, root cellar, your jerky kiln?
Uh, let me think.
Uh, I don't have one.
Then the fridge has to do, doesn't it?
BRIDGES: Bubba, he is your dad.
That's what dads do.
Look, I'm a middle-aged man.
I don't need anybody to tell me what to do,
except for Inger.
Uh, he's staying for two more weeks, right?
Oh, no, no, no... time's slowing down. I can feel it.
I'm approaching the rim of a black hole.
LEEK: Ah, boys.
The Scott Putnam story: hometown... Smerna, Pennsylvania;
served two nickels in Philly
on currency smuggling, wire fraud and forgery.
Out of the country for two years,
returned last Wednesday to SFO Airport.
Now, he had this cell phone on him when he expired.
And the cell company gave us access
to his voice mail, from which we
retrieved the following message.
MAN (on tape): Scotty. Hey, listen, Scotty, man. It's me.
Listen, I got the buyers in place.
So, uh, as soon as you've got
the goodies, you call me, all right?
All right, I'll see you later. Bye.
Tony B. Tony B.
Everybody's favorite middle man.
Find him. Mm-hmm.
(speaking Chinese)
I just want to apologize.
(gunshots)
What the hell are you doing, Phil?
I just saved your life.
Took charge of our destiny.
We find the girl and the other plate.
Let's go.
You sure you got enough gum there, bubba?
Want me to pull over and get you a whole 'nother stack?
It calms me down, okay?
Oh, yeah, I can see that.
Why, you're the,
you're the virtual poster boy for serenity.
(laughs)
Let me ask you something.
How big does a wad of gum have to get
before it qualifies as a cud?
(laughs)
Don't push me.
I'm right on the edge, okay?
Don't laugh, now, don't laugh,
'cause you're liable to choke to death on that.
(laughs)
It's almost funny.
WOMAN (over P.A.): The 7:10 Tiburón ferry
will be arriving at 7:15.
For all those awaiting passengers,
they will be disembarking at gate...
You know, Frank called me seven times today
with tips on the case.
You got to get him something to do to keep him busy.
(phone ringing)
You know anywhere in the Bay Area
where you can brand cattle?
(laughs)
Nash.
I guess I can't outrun my past.
Lynette?
What?
I just dropped my friend Liz off at the ferry to Tiburón,
and I think I'm being followed.
Actually, I'm pretty sure of it.
Where exactly are you?
I'm just outside the building where the ferries load.
All right, don't leave.
Get around as many people as possible.
I'm not far away.
(tires screeching)
(woman speaking indistinctly over speaker)
♪ ♪
(gasps)
You're all right, sister.
Okay, it's okay.
Where are these bad guys?
Um, there was one over there,
and then there was one down there, too.
Well, they... they were here.
I swear they were.
(sighs)
Oh, I believe you.
No question about that.
Trouble loves you.
Right, ri-ri-right.
BRIDGES: Evan.
How's it going?
Uh, cool, cool, totally cool.
Good.
Come on, let's talk.
I thought we already had a talk.
No, no, that was a chat.
This is gonna be a talk.
What's the difference?
If you had bad guys following you,
they must think you still have something or know something,
so this time I want you to tell me everything,
and start with Brian.
(sighs)
(groans)
Um...
Brian and I worked together last year
on this boat in the South China Sea,
and Scott invited us to a party one night
on this other guy's yacht.
The other guy have a name?
I don't know, he was some rich Chinese guy.
Mobster.
Hmm, probably a Triad.
Go on.
Um, well, this guy got really drunk,
like, um, mean drunk,
and, uh, he made a pass at me
and I told him to get lost and...
he tried to rape me.
And Brian got him off me, but, uh,
Scott beat the guy so bad, he beat him unconscious.
I mean, Scott was totally insane.
You know, I mean, I was more scared of Scott
than I was of the other guy.
And then Scott threw him overboard.
So Scott killed the mobster?
Yeah.
He told us that if we ever mentioned it,
that the same kind of thing would probably happen to us.
So...
we went to Hong Kong,
and, uh, Brian put me on a plane to get me out of there.
And then he stayed behind, 'cause I guess he figured
that if both of us took off,
that Scott would probably get suspicious.
(sighs)
You should have told me this before.
I know.
I just...
I didn't want to ever have to think about it again.
Evan.
Hold on.
Yes, sir.
I want security on this place 24-7.
You and Harve run it.
So get your stuff and move in here.
You want me to stay here?
What is there, an echo out here?
No, no, no, no.
I'll, I'll call Harve and I'll tell him.
In the meantime, if Brian calls,
I want you to meet him,
but don't go anywhere.
Just call me. You got it?
Yeah.
It's ironic; I'm supposed to find you, and here you are.
Hi.
Thanks for coming.
Hey, you call, I jump.
I like that.
So what's the problem here?
I have no idea.
(sighs)
Does it turn over?
Well, it cranks, but it won't start.
(engine sputters)
Well, I think I know what your problem is.
What?
You're out of gas.
No way, I have half a tank.
Okay, when exactly
was the last time that you put gas in this vehicle?
Oh, I don't know, like three weeks a...
three weeks ago.
You're right.
(laughs)
Maybe, maybe something's wrong with the gauge.
Bummer. Yeah.
Come on, let's go get some gas.
Guess where I'm gonna be staying.
(bubbling)
(indistinct voices over radio)
VOICE #1 (over radio): I'm not sure when I'll be there.
VOICE #2 (over radio): Jerry, we have to deal with this.
We've already dealt with it, Randy.
I mean the body. What are we going to do with it?
Bury it, what do you think?
(static crackles)
Joe! Joe, wake up!
What? What?!
Dad, what?
Oh, is Lucia all right?
She's fine. I just checked on her.
Joe, come quick. You got to hear this.
What? Hear what?
It's 3:30 in the morning, Dad. Come on.
Son, wake up. Come on.
What? I'm going to stay here.
That's good. You do that.
Come on, Joe. All right, all right.
I can't believe this is happening.
DOMINGUEZ: Okay, okay, what is it?
There's been a murder.
Murder? I'll get my gun.
You don't need it.
(sighs)
Okay, I don't get it.
I heard voices talking about it on the baby monitor.
(sighs) See?
Lucia told you about the murders?
Don't be obtuse, son.
It was two men's voices
plotting on how to get rid of the body.
So there's two guys with baby monitors
plotting a murder, is that what you're saying?
No. Many cordless phones
operate on the same frequency bandwidth.
God, man, keep up
with the technology! Hmm, what?
Look, the best of them
only have about a quarter of a mile range.
Which means, it was one of your neighbors.
One of them's named Jerry.
Which of your neighbors is that? I don't know.
You don't know your neighbors?
God, man, I know all my neighbors...
First name, last name, middle name.
What kind of car they drive, who cuts their hair.
Well, you know what, Dad?
You know, here in the big city we have a lot of diversions.
We have museums, opera, ballet.
What are you cooking? Elk stew.
I'm a night owl.
Hell, you know us Dominguez men.
We only need four hours
of sleep a night.
What, you still having your sleep problems?
Dad, wanting eight hours of sleep is normal.
You're depressed, aren't you?
I wouldn't call it a depression, no.
Look, it's late.
I'm going to bed. We'll deal with this
in the morning, okay?
You want to taste this? No, thank you.
(smooching)
Wake up. You're on point.
What is wrong with you?
And since you're going to be up at 7:00...
I like my eggs runny, but not raw.
Thanks, doll.
Nightie-night.
Yeah, right.
(groans)
(sighs)
(whispers): You scared the hell out of me.
How am I supposed to feel safe
if even I can sneak up on you?
What are you doing up?
I'm hungry.
Yeah, me, too.
Something sweet, yet substantial.
Well, let's see what we got.
How about...?
Mm-hmm.
Oh, wait. You got something.
Got it.
Shh, shh, shh...
(thudding)
Evan?
(Cassidy giggles)
Evan?
Harve, what's up? What's going on?
(chuckles)
Nothing. Nothing.
You missed a spot.
What? Lipstick, you missed a spot.
And that hickey on your neck,
I'd ice it down.
Wear a turtleneck tomorrow.
Or maybe a clown collar.
Look, look-look, let me explain...
Here, and, uh, you might want to use this, too.
What for?
Well, in case you get impatient
with the pace of your current self-destruction.
(sighs)
Sweet dreams.
Bubba, did you ever think that
maybe he actually did hear something?
You just don't get it, do you?
Get what?
He's pissed off 'cause I've excluded him
from the package case.
Now he's manufacturing his own case.
Well... you know, baby monitors do operate
at the same 900-megahertz bandwidth as cordless phones.
I mean, it's possible.
Well, thank you very much, but I've already attended
the Frank Dominguez Night School of Technology.
Oh-ho-ho-ho, bubba, I'm thinking that
maybe you got the problem here and not him.
Hey, have I ever taken your father's side over yours once?
I'm not taking his side.
I'm offering you a simple solution.
Check it out.
A murder very well could have happened.
Yeah, well... Stranger things have happened.
I got a really good idea.
Why don't you just mind your own business
and I'll mind my father's.
Ooh. It's going to be a long two weeks, huh, baby?
(chamber music plays) WOMAN: Excuse me.
Hey, what's up? Nice pants, jerk.
BRIDGES: Hey, Tony B, what's up?
Hey, Tony, did you lose some weight?
You look great, man. Come on.
No, I'm just getting finished here.
What do you guys want here? Come on!
Come on, I'm going to buy you some lunch.
Hey, Joe, give us three with everything.
Yeah, none for me. I'm on a diet. No, me, either.
They're for him. Want a soda?
Yeah, well, if that's a bribe, it's pretty pathetic, you know?
Oh, no, no, no.
This is comfort food, babe.
Get you in the mood.
Mood? Yeah.
Mood, what kind of mood?
To help us. Help you do what?
What'd I want to help you do anything for?
Joe, maybe you better play him the tape.
Okay. What tape?
TONY B (on tape): Scotty. Hey, listen, Scotty, man, it's me.
Listen, I got the buyers in place, so, uh,
as soon as you've got the goodies, you call me, all right?
Okay, all right, all right, all right, all right.
I see what your angle is, here, okay?
Since this is about currency plates
that makes it a federal gig, right?
Next thing you know I'm spending 25 to 30, uh,
on some federal beef, right?
Yeah, that's a very good idea.
Yeah, well, I'll tell you something.
I'll tell you something right now. You don't...
(coughs) Don't die on me.
I'm not going to die on you. Okay.
TONY B: You know...
You don't need to play me, man.
You don't have to cajole me.
You don't got to do nothing,
'cause I'm telling you something.
I don't trust that little punk.
Uh, that little punk being, uh, Scott Putnam?
Yeah.
Duh, man. Listen.
The guy wanted a buyer,
I set him up.
You know how many hundred-dollar
flawless currency plates are out there?
None. Or not many, at least.
Anyway...
'cause he said he got it from some
Asian Triad guy on his yacht or something, right after he...
Pft... right after he capped him.
So, uh, when is this buy going down?
(grunts)
Got the buyers in Vancouver.
(laughs)
Get a load of this.
Canadian Asians.
I mean, go figure... Canadian Asians?
Anyway, they're going to call me as soon as they get into town.
That's good.
You know, when they do that you call us, all right?
All right. Hey, listen.
What gave me away, anyway?
I mean, was it the Orosko deal?
I mean, what'd you guys have on me?
Huh? Trade Mart?
What was it?
Come on, who? Who talked? Who talked?
You did.
The guy... one of the buyers, I set him up.
Now don't forget to call.
Aw, damn!
How'd you do that?
So everybody thinks Lynette has the plates, huh?
Ah, this is getting better by the minute.
(knocking at door)
(hushed): Lynette.
I... I know, I know.
Just let Evan get it. All right?
Ready, Harve? Yeah.
Who is it? MAN: Uh, yeah, hi.
My name's, uh, Brian Hammett.
I'm looking for, uh,
Lynette Summers. Is this the right place?
(whispers): Let him in. Let him in.
Whoa.
Is, uh, everything okay?
LEEK: Yeah, yeah. No problem. Come on in.
Hi.
Wow.
It's great to see you.
Yeah, it's, it's good to see you, too.
I've missed you.
Wow.
Hey, Brian.
I'm Harvey, that's Evan.
How you doing? Welcome home.
Hi. So, uh, who are these guys?
Um, well, they're my... bodyguards.
Well, they're cops, actually.
BRIAN: Well, well, why... why are they here?
Our boss needs to speak to you, Brian.
Oh, yeah, yeah. What about?
What's, uh, what's, uh, what's-what's going on, Lynette?
LYNETTE: Well...
(grunts)
Oh, my God.
Three against one.
Drop it.
(gun thuds) And you!
Tell me where it is.
What? Where's what?
THUG: Where's the other plate?
LYNETTE: Wh-wh-wh-what plate?
I-I don't know what you're talking about. You don't, huh?
Let me help you jog your memory.
SFPD!
(Lynette screams)
Harvey, stay down!
(Lynette screaming)
Lynette, get down!
You okay? LYNETTE: Yeah.
Everybody okay? CORTEZ: Yeah, yeah.
Where's Cassidy? LEEK: At work.
BRIDGES: Check 'em.
Check 'em all.
You must be Brian.
What, where are you taking him?
You can have him back when I'm done with him.
Get out there. Check these guys.
There's one over here, too. Go on, get going.
Well, look at that... durian. You don't see these a lot.
Joe, what's the penalty
for illegally importing produce from abroad?
Oh, six months to a year, I think.
Plus a healthy fine and, uh, confiscation of said produce.
Yeah.
They're for Lynette.
Come on, you guys are gonna bust me for bringing durians in?
You're not gonna find anything in there.
Well, then you shouldn't be so tense.
Just sit there and shut up.
Go ahead, tear it up.
(sighs)
Let me run it down for you, Brian.
You know your friend Scott?
He's dead.
Got in a shoot-out with a Triad soldier
over that box you sent Lynette.
Those other dead guys in Lynette's place?
More Triad soldiers...
looking for those missing plates.
Wait a second, why, why are you guys telling me this here?
Well, I've noticed
everybody that gets involved with those plates
tends to end up dead.
That's not gonna happen to Lynette.
So I need to know how you're involved.
I-I don't know anything about any plates, killers, or Triads.
Look, guys, guys, I am innocent here.
I'm innocent.
Talk to Lynette, she'll tell you.
I will.
In the meantime,
I want you to stay away from her,
till I get this cleared up.
Wait, wait a minute, here, that's...
Ronny, could you, uh, give Mr. Hammett here a ride home?
Thanks. Let's go.
BRIDGES: Don't you think?
DOMINGUEZ: Oh, yeah.
So, uh, what happened in there?
We talked.
Well, he-he didn't do anything, did he?
The guy gets off a 17-hour flight.
Goes straight to your place.
Doesn't shower, doesn't go home.
He wanted something.
I think you're looking at what he wanted.
Evan, take Lynette to my place.
We give Cassidy a call.
I don't want her walking into a buzz saw
when she goes back to Lisa's.
I don't want to go to your place.
I need your help here, okay?
Yeah, all right.
Do me a favor, Nashman.
When the next wave of Hong Kong bad asses
come through to shoot up your place,
don't send her to my place, okay?
Wouldn't think of it.
Oh, Harvey, just the man I'm looking for.
Get a search warrant and search Brian Hammett's place.
Toss it inside and out.
What if old Brian's there?
All the better.
I want to keep him on edge.
Maybe something else will shake loose.
(phone ringing)
SIU, Dominguez.
Joe, your father's gone.
Define "gone."
He went out for a walk.
That was two hours ago.
Joe, I'm worried.
Okay, honey, relax.
Uh, I'll be right there.
Huh, Frank flew the coop.
He went back to Ruidoso?
No such luck.
He's probably out investigating
the great baby monitor murder mystery.
Go.
Find out once and for all whether or not
your father's crazy, or if he's actually on to something.
I'll call you if anything breaks.
Okay, call me, even if it doesn't.
Joe! Joe!
Is he back yet? Any sign, any siren?
Joe, I'm so sorry.
I was giving Lucia a bath and I lost track of time.
It's okay, honey, don't worry about it. We'll find him.
I mean, what's the most he can do to solve this case?
Go to the library looking for everybody
named Jerry in the... what are you, what?
Joe... he's in the neighbor's apartment.
Oh, my God, this can't be.
Wait here. If I come back without him, call the coroner.
Excuse me. Have you seen my balls?
Pardon me?
I'm your neighbor.
I live across the street. Inger.
Oh.
My baby Lucia has balls, too.
I think they roll under your car. Oh.
Maybe back here. Maybe they roll down there.
Oh, okay.
Down. Yeah, sure.
Balls.
(sighs)
¡Dios mio en el cielo!
(hushed): Dad!
What? You want to give me a heart attack?
You're the one that's gonna give me a heart attack.
What the hell are you doing here? Investigating.
A guy by the name of Jerry owns this place.
Yeah, I know. Well, Jerry's gonna be living off Lucia's
college fund if he finds us in here. Now let's go.
Horsefeathers.
Look what I found.
Tell me that isn't for getting rid of a body.
You got a penlight on you?
Why?
There's a knife underneath the couch.
We're not looking for no knife.
Now get out of here!
(mutters) (sighs)
(creaking)
I tossed Brian Hammett's apartment.
And? Nothing.
What's with the box?
I complimented a lady's dog.
Well, this is great.
Now take me from A to B.
The lady happened to be the building manager.
She was in the hallway with her shar-pei,
and we got to talking about breeding,
one of my favorite subjects.
And then the conversation steered
toward her long-absent
tenant, Brian Hammett,
who had recently arrived back and who owed her
a fair amount of back rent
and who somehow got this package in the mail
about three days ago.
Hmm, deja vu, postage due.
Uh-huh, and one got the distinct impression
she wasn't gonna let go of this package
till she got her back rent.
Harvey, look at this.
Oh, it's not.
He wouldn't, would he?
Yes, he did.
Oh-ho-ho, my goodness, it's a thing of beauty.
Julia... Yes, Nash.
Uh, get, uh, Tony B on the phone for me, will you?
Yeah. No dummy.
He sends a plate to Lynette's
and he sends one to himself.
Uh-huh. Harvey, go and pick up
our little globetrotting friend, pronto.
And take plenty of backup.
Got it, on it, rolling. Evan!
CORTEZ: What?!
JULIA: Nash, Tony B, line one.
Beautiful.
Tony. Yeah, hi, Nash Bridges.
Guess what.
DOMINGUEZ: We almost got caught in there, you know?
I mean, Mexicans have been killed
for a lot less, you know?
I mean, history is full of stories
where Mexicans got killed for being in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
Remember the Alamo, don't you?
Bubba, it was the Anglos that were killed at the Alamo.
Yeah, well, only after they killed a lot of Mexicans.
Did you ever think that maybe your dad's jealous?
Jealous? Jealous of what?
Oh, gee, I don't know, let me think.
Uh, been married to the same woman for over 20 years,
you got two beautiful children, a beautiful home,
an incredible life.
Uh, you've come a helluva long way from Ruidoso, bubba.
Me leaving Ruidoso was the worst thing
that ever happened, according to him.
That's what he says, but that's not what he means.
Oh, well.
And I'll tell you something else.
I think he may be onto something about this guy Jerry.
Yeah? Based on what?
Well, take your father out of the equation
for, for one second.
And just looking at the facts,
wouldn't you say that you'd follow up on it?
DOMINGUEZ: Tony B, what up?
Get in. Get in.
All right. All right, it's all set.
5:00 today.
Uh-huh. Then why do you, uh, act so antsy?
Well, the buyer, okay?
He's got, he's got a few concerns.
What concerns? They want it to
go down at the mahjong parlor over on Kearney Street.
Oh, no-no-no-no-no-no-no, I told you Hensley Park.
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know.
That's... I told them that, too, but they said no.
They were very persistent, you know?
I didn't want to blow this deal for us, guys.
You go find him and you tell him it ain't gonna work.
Well, I can't, I can't do that!
I don't even know who he is!
Try, damn it! Oh, man!
Hey, listen, you don't want to buy a watch, do you?
Get outta here! Come on, 40 bucks.
I knew it was too damn good to be true. Come on! It's a Colembi!
Get outta here! Ah! Hey!
(phone rings)
Harve here.
What's happening?
Where's Brian?
I wish to hell I knew.
I mean, currently, he's nowhere to be found.
We're set up at his apartment, though, waiting for him to show.
Do you have other people that could cover for you?
Uh, I can make that happen. Why?
Well, do it.
And get some unis and other plainclothes guys,
whatever it takes.
Get over to the Kwan Ho Mahjong Parlor on Kearney.
Check it out over there real good.
It's gonna be a nightmare, but, uh,
the buy might go down there.
(chuckles): Wonderful.
Hi.
Hey.
I wasn't, uh, wasn't sure you'd come.
I wasn't sure that you would either.
Sorry about what happened at the SIU.
It really sucked.
Yeah.
What, what did happen, anyway?
I don't know, I don't know.
Maybe bad timing, I guess.
Well, come on.
Let's, uh, let's take a ride.
You look good.
Yeah, you do, too.
It's beautiful today, huh?
Yeah.
All right, get in.
Where are we going?
Just get in the damn car.
What?!
Don't push your luck.
Jesus, Brian!
Get in there.
What's going on?
I'm fixing to send this stuff
to the state crime lab in Albuquerque,
since I can't get any help here.
Here, I found the packing tape.
Hi, honey.
You're helping him?
Well, I thought that...
No, no, no, no.
This stuff is going to my crime lab.
I mean, by the time it gets processed
in New Mexico, Jerry could be long gone.
Are we gonna go look for the knife?
See it? Ah.
Just where I said it should be.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. Don't, don't touch it.
Let me, uh... get a bag.
What the hell are you doing?!
Hey, whoa, now.
Calm down, Jerry.
Wait a minute. Do I know you?! Who are you?!
Hey, hey, I'm the guy who's gonna help you with your plan.
But you gotta let me help you.
You understand? You get my drift?
No,
no, I don't get your drift.
Now you just back off, old man. Back off!
Hey, I know where you buried the body.
I know the arguments you've had with Randy
on how to do the killing.
I even know where you got the Vegas boarding passes
that you're gonna use as an alibi to clear yourselves.
SFPD! Drop it, now.
Drop it. Let it go! Come on.
What'd you do that for?! I had him.
I don't know.
He looked like he was gonna do something.
What's he gonna do? I had a gun in his back.
It just looked like he wasn't buying it, that's all.
You got the Baggie?
Yeah, here.
Give me a hand here.
(chuckles) Nice work, Daddy-o.
Teamwork. The key to any case.
No, that's okay. It's your case.
(laughs)
(people conversing in Chinese)
DOMINGUEZ: I hope Tony keeps his cool.
Helluva lot of people in here.
Let's concentrate on keeping ours.
Aha.
Got something on the radar there, bubba.
Harvey, check out the front door.
Three stooges with him.
Got 'em.
Tony B.
Hey, whoa. What's up, man?
Hey, what's up?
So, uh, can I buy you a drink or something?
Not today. I got a plane to catch. Okay.
Hey, how are you?
This is not gonna end easy.
BRIDGES: Then I'm thinking we better end it quick.
Hey! What?
I'm talking to you. Where is it?
Where, where... oh!
Right here. Wait, wait!
Why don't you open it outside, all right?
Uh...
What the hell is this?
It's... Nash!
Nash, no!
Hey, wait! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
(yells in Chinese)
Whoa, whoa, right there!
Okay, okay, okay, cool it, cool it.
Just be cool, okay? Be cool.
Looking for this?
Phillip, I got some bad news for you.
Tony B doesn't mean that much to me.
What? What?!
BRIAN: I think I've got a little more
to bargain here with, Inspector.
All you have to do is give me the plate, Bridges.
PHILLIP: That plate belongs to me.
BRIAN: Sorry, not anymore.
But I'll tell you what,
I'm willing to go, uh, partners with you.
50-50?
Everybody here wants something.
So let's just work it out. Everybody walks away happy.
I have the other plate. What do I need you for?
To get out of here alive?
Look around you, they've got you.
(chuckles) You guys have lied and cheated
and killed every step of the way.
I'm gonna bet that this partnership ain't worth much.
What's your proposal?
You give me the plate, you give me the girl,
and I arrest both of you.
Hail Mary, full of grace...
(laughs) How does that benefit us, huh?
You get to live.
Crossing patterns, Joe.
Got ya.
PHILLIP: Give me the plate
or I start shooting! No, no!
All right, boys, calm down, now.
Looks like there's only gonna be one way we can solve this.
Jump ball!
(people screaming)
(gasps)
Am I hit?
Got him? Yeah, I got him.
Lynette, you okay?
Lynette?
LYNETTE (panting): Yeah, yeah.
Come here. Come here.
Come on. It's all right.
(sniffles)
It's okay. It's over.
It's okay.
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