"BRIDGES:" "Let's see, if I remember right, ol' Sid lives right here." "So what's the plan, Stan?" "Ah, just a simple Q and A." "What are the odds that Sid's our guy?" "I don't know." "Sid's done a lot of bad things, but killing a Superior Court judge isn't in his normal purview." "Oh, okay." "Then who's the CI who gave you the tip?" "Stebbins." "Stebbins?" "!" "Oh, man, might as well go home right now." "(doorbell rings) I'd feel better if we just check in with ol' Sid here, just on general principles." "Hey, uh, you hold a grudge against him for shooting you?" "He didn't shoot me." "He shot at me." "It ricocheted off some cast iron and hit me in the shoulder." "No big deal." "Same difference, man." "Me, I'd be pissed off." "Yeah." "Hello, Venus." "Remember me-- Inspector Bridges?" "This is Inspector Dominguez." "Sid's not here." "Oh, okay." "Well, uh, maybe we could come in and talk to you for a few minutes." "Since, uh, Sid's not here, it'd just take five minutes." "Yeah, sure, five minutes, and then we'll be out of that blue hair." "(wry chuckle)" "Fine, come in." "So... where is Sid?" "Reno." "He's dealing up there." "Dealing?" "Cards." "Oh, cards, yeah." "What do you want?" "A judge got killed two nights ago." "Did you hear anything about it?" "Yeah, it's all over the news." "So what, who cares?" "(chuckling):" "So what, who cares?" "Well, you see, Venus, homicide is a very, very bad thing, and it's our job to catch the guys that did it." "And what does that have to do with me?" "Well, you see, we got this, uh, eyewitness who claims that Sid was at the scene." "Did you hear anything about that?" "No." "Could I get a drink of water?" "Fine." "Then will you leave?" "Right after you give me" "Sid's telephone number and address in Reno." "Then we'll leave, mama." "Is he always like this?" "Yeah." "Damn, all your children look alike, Venus." "So, uh..." "Venus, you say that Sid was in Reno two days ago?" "I haven't seen Sid in two weeks." "Really?" "Ah..." "Hello, Sid." "Welcome home." "I don't think Venus knows you're here yet." "Who sent you?" "(laughing)" "Who sent y--?" "Sid!" "(grunting)" "Damn it." "(both grunting)" "Get off me, you whale." "(both grunting)" "(screams)" "Ow!" "Police brutality!" "Shut up." "(grunts)" "(panting)" "Whoa!" "BRIDGES:" "Damn you, Sid." "Don't you run from me." "Sid." "You son of a bitch." "(grunts)" "Sid, I got a rule." "Anybody I have to chase more than 50 yards gets an ass-whupping!" "(both grunting)" "All right, Sid, that's it." "(gasping)" "Damn." "What the hell's the matter with you?" "If I go down, he's going with me." "Turn around and face me, Sid." "Who?" "What are you talking about?" "(groans)" "(panting)" "Oh, man." "I wish he had been in Reno." "Well, he's rolled a seven now." "*" "(woman vocalizing)" "(vocalizing continues over sultry sax notes)" "DOMINGUEZ:" "So, Sid was our guy, huh?" "Maybe." "It doesn't make any sense." "Where's the motive?" "You always want everything." "And why would he ask who sent us?" "Sid was a basket case." "Look, maybe he killed the judge and he just freaked out." "Judge Sanders never presided over a case where Sid Benedict was a, was a defendant." "What's up with that, man?" "All I know is, the world's better off without Sid Benedict." "I don't have any argument with you there." "Why did he say, "If I go down, he goes down"?" "Who goes down?" "I'm not hurting you now." "Yeah, this make you feel tough, feel like a big guy?" "Nash, what are we gonna do with her?" "Book her." "For what?" "Accessory, aiding and abetting." "Assaulting a police officer." "All I did was sit on you." "Huh, make it assault with a deadly weapon." "Oh, wetback." "(laughing)" "I am now." "Shut up." "Who told you you could laugh?" "All right, all right, relax." "Hi, brat." "Hi, Daddy." "How was work?" "I've had better days." "How was school?" "Fairly ordinary." "Oh, I almost forgot." "I have to do a report for social studies, and it's supposed to be about someone who has a positive impact on the community, so I thought I'd do it about a police inspector." "Oh... great." "So, you want to follow me around or something?" "Not exactly." "Actually, I was kind of hoping maybe..." "Evan?" "You know, I, I just need somebody younger, you know, closer to my age." "Younger?" "I mean, not related." "You know what I mean." "Yeah." "Very good, very nice." "Oh, yeah, I know what you mean." "Could you just pull that knife out of Daddy's back?" "Daddy, you know I love you." "(indistinct chatter)" "CASSIDY:" "Can I talk to some perps?" "BRIDGES:" "No." "In the first place, they're only called perps in bad movies, and in the second place, uh... no." "Don't even think about it, or I'll send you to a city councilman's office." "Hey, Cassidy, what are you doing here?" "School paper." "I have to follow someone around who helps people and write about them, so I thought police inspector." "Oh, yeah?" "Well, if you want the best, I'll make myself available." "BRIDGES:" "We didn't make the cut, Joe." "Forget about it." "Mr. Cortez, would you approach, please?" "CORTEZ:" "Yes, sir." "Hey, Cassidy." "What's up, Nash?" "Hi." "BRIDGES:" "What case are you guys working on?" "Uh, Rick Javna, car thief." "Well, you got something new?" "Yeah, there was a Carrera that was stolen on Pine Street the other night." "Uh, fits Javna's m.o." "Turns out the vehicle was equipped with V.R.S." "What's V.R.S.?" "Uh, Vehicle Recovery System." "Uh, we traced it over to the Yerba Buena Marina." "Yeah, he probably parked it over there till it cools off and then he'll pick it up." "Yeah, Harvey and I-- we figured we'd just hang out, wait for him to show up." "Oh, okay, that sounds benign enough." "You mind if Cassidy tags along?" "She's doing a school paper." "Sure, it'd be fun." "No, educational." "Oh." "Got it, got it, thanks." "Careful there." "Okay, Cass." "I'll hook up with you back here at the end of the day." "Okay, bye." "Bye, sweetie." "Want to get a soda or something?" "Sure." "(sighs)" "Sid's rap sheet." "(chuckles)" "Put a cover on it, you got the penal code." "Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa." "What about the ballistics test?" "Well, Sid's gun killed the judge." "Plus we got a hair and fiber match." "Sid's our shooter, man;" "he's the guy." "Yet he never crossed paths with Judge Sanders, not even at a bail hearing." "Maybe it was a "for hire" deal." "Well, whatever." "I got, uh, Venus chilling in the vault." "Let's go." "All right, you go first." "(chuckling)" "I'm right behind you." "Way behind you." "Now, Venus, we both know that you're not exactly an innocent bystander in this deal." "If you tell us what we need to know," "I think we might be able to work something out here, and you can just be on your way home, sister." "Hey, you know what?" "I don't need your help to get out of here, but if I was going to talk to anybody, it sure as hell would not be the guy who murdered my lover." "Uh, don't get too close to her." "Oh, yeah." "(scoffs)" "Wimp." "I bet you made it to level 16 in that Buns of Fruitcake video, didn't you?" "Yeah, and you're not far behind." "Don't say "behind."" "Look, I don't have anything else to say." "Except I want to make a phone call." "Venus, damn it, don't make this difficult for us." "You don't want to go through the system, do you?" "I don't need your deals." "I got my own "get out of jail free" card." "Really?" "Look, just point me to a phone... and leave." "Okay, Venus." "We'll be seeing you." "No, you won't." "Sooner or later." "(phone rings)" "Yes." "VENUS (over phone):" "I need something, and you're going to give it to me." "Who is this?" "Sid Benedict's significant other, that's who, and he told me everything just in case." "Well, guess what?" "It's "just in case" time." "Sid's dead, and I'm in a holding cell in the Tenderloin." "If I am still staring at the same peeling paint one hour from now, I start talking, and, um, boy, can I talk." "I see." "What's the name of the officer who's detaining you down there?" "Nash Bridges." "You sit tight." "I think I can resolve this situation to our mutual satisfaction." "Just don't call back here." "(Dominguez muttering)" "(sighing) Oh, okay." "I'm requisitioning Sid's phone records." "Let's see who he and Venus have been calling." "Who was that?" "Uh... my new business partner, Mrs. Nassiter." "She wants to have a sit-down at the bar in half an hour." "What about?" "God only knows." "Huh, well, if there is a God, she's found a buyer and you can unload that firetrap." "(chuckles)" "Yeah, that's probably what it is." "So, "Jo-say," I understand you've been, uh, running the bar while I was in Milan." "Um, well, you know, just on an interim basis, Mrs. Nassiter." "(chuckles)" "But, uh, please, call me Joe." "Well, why does everybody call you "Jo-say"?" "Beats the hell out of me." "But, uh, call me Joe," "Mrs. Nassiter, and, uh, since we're partners," "I thought maybe I could call you..." "I prefer "Mrs. Nassiter."" "Now, let's get down to business." "While I was going through Bernie's affairs," "I found your agreement, and it's valid, so I'm going to honor it." "I am willing to purchase your share of this establishment." "(indistinct whispering)" "As a good faith gesture," "I will pay you a conciliatory compensation in the amount of 20% over your initial investment." "Really?" "Really." "I-- just, just a moment." "(clears throat)" "(whispers):" "What do you think?" "(whispering):" "She's giving you your money back plus 20%." "Take the money." "Well, sounds, uh..." "uh, promising, Mrs. Nassiter." "Good." "Sign the contract, and we'll messenger you over the money." "Well... ciao." "Congratulations, bubba." "You're a free man." "(laughs)" "Yeah." "(seabirds chirping)" "How long does a stakeout normally take?" "A couple of days, maybe more." "Seems like a lot of work just to catch a car thief." "Yeah?" "It is, actually." "But this particular lowlife has stolen himself into special status." "See, Cassidy, this Rick Javna's probably the number one supplier for the South American market, so we've been following the clown for, like, a year now." "So, you know, what does that mean?" "Does-- has he stolen, like, five, ten, cars?" "(laughs)" "Try, like, 200." "200?" "Oh, yeah, at least." "You see, this is a very sophisticated ring." "See, these guys, they literally take purchase orders, right, from buyers." "Mostly, like, drug lords, that kind of thing." "Well, then they fax the orders down to Javna." "He hunts the city looking for the cars, right?" "The right options, right color, that kind of thing." "Finds the car, boom, nabs it." "Okay, got it." "Cool." "So, Evan, when you actually catch a thief, how can you tell if he's telling the truth?" "Uh, I don't know." "I guess it comes from experience, wouldn't you say, Harv?" "I mean, you learn how to read body language." "You know, the look in somebody's eye, the tone of their voice, a small gesture, that kind of thing." "Give a lot away." "Oh, yeah." "Yeah, sometimes the signals are so obvious, you'd have to be a fool to miss 'em." "So what now?" "Back to SIU and see if Venus has changed her mind." "What do you think, man?" "Should I accept this offer from Mrs. Nassiter?" "Are you kidding me?" "Bubba, take the profit and run like a bandit." "I suppose." "Still, I'm wondering, if she's offering me 20%, maybe I should ask for, like, 50%?" "How best for me to say this?" "No!" "All right." "Fair enough." "I'll put it in the mix." "(tires screeching) What's the matter?" "Somebody tailing us?" "Yeah, for the last five blocks." "And the last three or four turns." "Hang on." "Wait, wait, wait." "(honking)" "(honking)" "(tires squealing)" "(brakes screeching)" "Get your hands up!" "Don't move!" "Get out of the car!" "Easy pal, we're cops, too." "Get out of the car." "Get out of the car!" "Turn around." "Get out of the car, right now!" "We don't need this, man!" "Shut up!" "What do we got here?" "Sausalito Police!" "We're being tailed by the yuppie cops from across the bay." "What happened, somebody in a yellow car steal some croissants?" "No, it's worse than that." "Hey, look, can we put our hands down now?" "No." "You keep 'em up until you tell me what you're doing, pallie." "You know what we're doing, Bridges." "We were recruited by your" "Management Control Division to follow you." ""Management Control"?" "Isn't that the guys that buy office furniture?" "No." ""Management Control" is the new PC term for Internal Affairs." "There's nothing worse than a dirty cop." "You're going down, pal." "Go piss up a rope, bucko." "What the hell is going on, A.J.?" "I wish I knew, Nash." "Can't you find out?" "Well, it seems the commission has given the MCD broad, new powers." "They can follow you around, camp out on your porch, sleep in your bed without departmental permission or knowledge." "They only answer to the chief." "Well, maybe I'll talk to him." "Save your breath." "I already have." "Even he can't do anything without a case being formally presented." "What case?" "What case?" "What case?" "!" "That's what I want to know." "Nash, as your friend, don't push it." "This is one fight you can't win." "(phone ringing)" "Shimamura." "Yeah." "Yeah." "MCD wants you both downtown at 11:00 a.m." "They want to take statements on the Sid Benedict case." "Good." "Morning, Inspector Bridges." "Shouldn't take long." "I think we're ready to go on the record, Sally." "Let the record reflect that present are" "Lieutenant Tomes, Commanding Officer of MCD," "Inspector Pritchard," "Deputy Commander, MCD, and Inspector Nash Bridges of SIU." "Inspector Bridges, do you waive your right to counsel?" "I can answer your questions." "Please answer yes or no, for the record." "Yes." "An MCD hearing is not the same as a court of law." "You do not have the right to remain silent." "You are required to answer any and all of my questions." "If you refuse to answer, you will be suspended immediately." "Is that clear?" "Yes." "What isn't clear is why I'm here." "I'd like you to remember an event." "In March, 1990, Inspector, you arrested a Sidney Hampton Benedict on an illegal weapons charge." "Is that correct?" "That's correct." "And isn't it true that during your apprehension of Mr. Benedict, he shot you in the right shoulder?" "He shot me in the left shoulder." "I hope the rest of your information is more accurate than that." "You're right, I apologize, Inspector." "The record will reflect that it was your left shoulder." "Charges against Mr. Benedict were subsequently dropped." "How'd you feel about that?" "I don't know." "What do you think?" "Angry enough maybe to get even yesterday." "Yesterday, I shot Sid Benedict because he pulled a gun on me." "I shot him in self-defense." "There's nothing more to it than that." "This the gun he drew on you?" "That's the model." "We traced the serial number on that weapon, and it was not registered to Mr. Benedict." "It was registered to a Mr. Jeremiah Gould." "Do you know Mr. Gould?" "Yes." "Good, 'cause you arrested him three months ago on a, uh, narcotics charge, isn't that correct?" "Wait a minute." "Please, answer yes or no to my question." "Yes." "And during the processing of that arrest, you did not check Mr. Gould's weapon into evidence inventory, did you?" "I did not check Mr. Gould's weapon into evidence inventory, because when I arrested" "Mr. Gould, he did not have a gun." "Or maybe you kept the gun, Inspector." "And then, after you executed Sid Benedict, you placed the gun in his hand to justify the shooting." "A motive, opportunity, and a dropped gun that leads to you." "If this were your case, how would you call it?" "I would call this a witch hunt." "Or maybe you're just a rogue cop who thinks he's above the law." "If you're gonna come after me, Tomes, charge me." "Otherwise, get out of my face." "Well, I hope you enjoyed that." "I certainly did." "Nothing out there is worse for a cop than a dirty cop, and we take care of our own." "Inspector Dominguez, you're next." "Have fun." "Ah, food's here." "Cool, man." "Here are some chips for you." "So what do you guys do to kill time around here?" "Oh, Evan and I discuss existentialism," "American literature." "Who's got the taco sauce?" "Taco sauce, right back here, buddy." "Hit me." "Here's a burrito for you." "We got one here for Harv." "Thank you." "And we got one for me." "No." "No, no, I ordered chicken." "What do you got?" "I got chicken, Harv." "Chicken is what I ordered, chicken's what I got." "That's mine." "No, that is..." "Mmm... (laughs) He's like a dog marking his turf!" "Petty bickering, Cassidy, that takes up a fair amount of time." "And when we run out of that," "I try to teach Evan about real music." "CORTEZ:" "What was it last time?" "17 homemade Deadhead tapes." "Lots of static." "LEEK:" "Don't be a baby." "Sixteen." "Which is a modest number for the seminal figures in 20th century music." "You see, when Harvey puts on the hippie stuff, you got to put on the antidote tunes." ""Antidote tunes," like what?" "Like Gin Blossoms, Son Volt, that kind of thing." "Oh, my God, those are my favorite groups." "Really?" "Yeah, I mean," ""Drown" is, like, my favorite song, too." "It's so deeply expressive." "Do you know that that's rooted in um, um, "Uncle Tupelo"?" ""Uncle Tupelo," yeah." "Isn't that great?" "Wow." "(belches)" "Excuse me." "They call that an interview?" "What a rodent that Tomes is, man." "I kept wanting to bait him with a piece of cheese and whack him over the head with a shovel." "What did they want from you?" "Well, they just wanted me to assassinate your character." "Oh, good." "Instead, I told them about that time we went through the planning commissioner's garbage for three months on that graft case." "I got to day 19, they said," ""Uh, could you please leave the room?"" "(both chuckling)" "You're beautiful, bubba." "So what's our next move?" "Check this out." "I pulled Sid's phone records." "He made eight calls to a police department cell phone, but Central Accounting either can't figure it out or won't tell me who the phone belongs to." "So, you think it was Tomes who got Sid to whack the judge?" "Well, that would explain why he doesn't want us sniffing around." "Is Venus still in holding?" "Yeah, she goes to arraignment in 20 minutes." "Oh." "We were just talking about you." "And I'm just on my way to talk about you to your lieutenant." "Let me ask you something." "Why do you think Sid Benedict called your cell phone the day that he whacked Judge Sanders?" "You know, that's funny." "Every time I catch one of you cops crossing the line, you try to make me out to be the bad guy." "Maybe they're on to something there." "Be another hearing this afternoon." "I hope you enjoy it." "(mechanical buzzing)" "DOMINGUEZ:" "Hello, ladies." "Hey, Nash, baby." "Hey, Jo-say, say they can let me go now, huh?" "Well, where the hell did she go?" "There's the $64,000 question." "What happened to the suspect that was in this cell?" "She was released, sir." "Who authorized it?" "My paperwork shows that you did, sir." "I did, huh?" "That's rich." "Okay, spread the word." "She's gone;" "we got to find her." "Hi." "Hi." "How's the bad guy incarceration business?" "Busy." "What are you doing here?" "What's the matter?" "(laughing):" "What?" "I came by to say hello." "Hello." "You have come by this office a grand total of three times." "Twice to check up on me after earthquakes, which I appreciate, and once after your first divorce." "Now, the building isn't shaking, and you are fresh out of wives, so what's wrong?" "I'm being investigated by MCD." "What?" "Why?" "I shot and killed a suspect." "It was a righteous shoot, but Tomes is all over this one with both feet." "I think it's a setup." "By Tomes?" "The guy's a Boy Scout." "You need to hire a good lawyer." "You're a good lawyer." "Yeah." "Too bad I work for the city." "(chuckling)" "I'll do everything I can for you off the record." "Good." "You need to find out whatever connections there are between Tomes and Judge Herman Sanders." "Okay." "Do it through the DA's office, and it won't raise a red flag." "Okay." "Thanks, sis." "Mmm." "You're welcome, bro." "You know, guys, this is gonna make a really great report-- thanks." "Well, hopefully we can make it a little bit better by catching this guy." "So, um, Evan, does your girlfriend like to hear about your police work?" "Actually, I don't have a girlfriend." "I mean, nobody steady." "Oh, me, either." "Guys in my high school aren't that interesting." "Hmm..." "Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt." "We got company." "LEEK:" "That's the third time he's skated past." "CORTEZ:" "Well, it's definitely not our boy." "After two days, we finally get some action." "But if he jacks the car, we got no chance of catching Javna." "Ah, come on, Evan." "We got to chase him off." "Stay here." "Hey, darling, I'm a police officer." "And you are?" "Gone, man." "LEEK:" "Evan, let him go." "Oh, Evan." "(Slim Jim clangs on road)" "Yo, man, what's your problem?" "It's against the law to walk on the street, bro?" "Hey!" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "Relax, because you were doing laps around a $70,000 sports car carrying a Slim Jim that's never even seen the meat family, so what you want to do instead is you want to get a trade that your mother could be proud of," "because if we see your ugly face around here again, you're going to jail." "Now you're gone." "(grunts)" "Hey, man." "That was like a Ronnie Lott move." "Thank you, sir." "Yeah, I got to mention that at your funeral." "Excuse me, but... (chuckling)" "You and Nash's kid?" "Oh, you know, personally, no, I..." "I think it's marvelous." "You'll die, of course, because Nash will kill you." "Harvey, look, no, no, no, there's nothing going on between Cass and I, there's no..." "Oh, my God, Evan, oh, my God." "That was so cool." "That was so awesome." "I can't believe you did that." "What a way to go." "That was the best." "I can't even believe it." "You jumped over the car, and then... then crash!" "It was so cool, the best." "Thanks, thank you." "It's unusual for them to schedule a second hearing so soon." "I'm going to ask for a stay of a week to review your case." "They should grant that." "And you are?" "David Sterling, police union rep." "Before we get started here," "I want to bring your attention to the files..." "Never mind, Mr. Sterling." "We're on the record." "Inspector Bridges, you are hereby suspended, pending an official investigation into charges of criminal willful homicide." "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." "Do you understand the charges, or would you like to have them read for you specifically?" "I understand." "Do you?" "(thudding)" "Okay." "Nature is screaming for me." "Hold down the fort, will you?" "(chuckles) Yes, sir." "(sighs) So..." "Anyway..." "Wish something was happening." "Oh, it's okay, I'm not bored." "You know, it's not exactly glamorous." "Beats AP Biology." "(chuckling)" "Besides, you're pretty cool." "Uh, thanks, thanks." "So are you." "Thanks." "I don't know, you're different than other guys that I've met." "You're more... real, I guess." "I guess I am... real." "(phone ringing)" "Cortez here." "Joe, hey, what's up?" "You're kidding me." "That's..." "that's ridiculous." "I don't..." "I don't know what to say." "Yeah, yeah, right." "Right away, correct." "Everything okay?" "Yeah, everything..." "everything's fine." "Listen, that was Joe, and he said, um... your dad, he's been suspended from the force." "What?" "Evan, what..." "what happened?" "It..." "I don't exactly know all the details, but..." "Oh, God." "Hey, listen, listen, everything is gonna be okay, all right?" "Evan, Evan, they can't do this to him, because this job is, like, his whole life." "Hey, listen, listen." "Everything's gonna be okay." "You know, your dad, he's gonna fight it, and... look at me, Cassidy." "Everything's gonna be fine, okay?" "You're such a good person." "(door opening)" "Can't find an accommodating bush around here." "Hey." "Hi." "You're back." "(chuckling)" "Yeah, I am." "(sighs)" "Well, they found Venus... floating under the Golden Gate." "Bet it was an accident, too, right?" "Yeah." "Did you get Tomes' address?" "A.J. gave it to me." "No questions asked." "Beautiful." "So what's our plan?" "What do you mean, "we", paleface?" "I don't want you in this." "I don't want you losing your shield, too." "Well, it wouldn't be the first time." "No." "I'm not gonna argue with you about it." "Kiss my butt, I'm coming." "(chuckling)" "All right." "Besides, even if I didn't know you," "I'd come with you anyways." "You're kind of cute." "I mean, in a manly sort of way, you know?" "(Bridges chuckling)" "(man talking indistinctly on TV)" "(doorbell ringing)" "(dog barking in distance)" "(dog barking in distance)" "Hey, Tomes, aren't you glad I didn't do the dog squeeze in the flaming bag trick?" "(blowing)" "Psst, Nash." "Nash." "(doorbell ringing)" "(dog barking in distance)" "(gate squeaks and shuts)" "(doorbell rings)" "(glass shattering)" "(dog barks in distance)" "(gate squeaks and shuts)" "(door squeaking)" "(gun cocking)" "(footsteps running)" "(engine revving, tires squealing)" "Nash, I've been trying to get a hold of you." "I can't find any connection between Rex Tomes and the judge." "Okay." "Listen, sis, do me a favor." "Check one more time." "Try the name Melinda Petrello or Petrello-Tomes." "See if it pops up anywhere." "You got it." "I'm also interested in any cases where an A.D.A. named Petrovich was in Judge Sanders' courtroom." "I'll bet you're gonna find them both on one case." "Nash, Randall Petrovich was murdered six months ago." "Yeah, I know." "Listen, thanks, sis." "I'll get back to you." "Bye." "I mean, I'm only human, Harve, you know?" "And I-I didn't initiate this thing, right?" "I mean, she planted one on me, okay?" "(sighs)" "I mean, what am I worried about?" "Nash-- he's a buddy of mine, right?" "I mean, he-he's gonna understand, won't he?" "Oh, yeah." "Aw, he's gonna kill me, Harve, isn't he?" "He's gonna..." "He's gonna track me down and kill me." "I..." "Man, I'm gonna go get my double latte." "Harve, Harve, what do I do, man?" "What-what do I say to her?" "I..." ""Dear Cassidy... will you marry me?"" "(laughs)" "(door opens)" "Hey." "Any sign of Javna?" "Uh... no, no." "Uh, Cassidy, look, um..." "Uh-oh." "What?" "I already know what you're gonna say." "I'm too young, I'm 16, I'm confused," "I don't know what I'm feeling?" "Yeah?" "Well, you're wrong this time, because I do know what I'm feeling, and it's very real." "Look, Cassidy, I'm 26 years old, okay?" "And you and I-- we're in very different places in our lives." "And you work with my dad." "Uh, yeah, yeah, that's, that's part of it." "You're scared of him." "Abs-Absolutely not." "Um..." "Look, Cassidy, we-we had a very, very wonderful moment together." "Okay?" "But-but it's over now." "I mean, you're beautiful, and you're intelligent, and I'd be a liar if I said that I wasn't attracted to you." "Evan?" "(sighs)" "Yes, Cassidy?" "Evan, isn't that Javna?" "Right there?" "Ah!" "LEEK:" "Javna, not this time!" "Evan, aren't you gonna do something?" "One second." "Police!" "Freeze!" "It's all a question..." "of timing." "(grunting)" "(grunting)" "(grunting)" "(grunting)" "(wheezing)" "(groaning)" "(panting)" "Cool." "TOMES:" "Your ass is mine, Ruiz." "You failed three urine tests, assaulted a superior officer." "And the cherry on the big cake of stupidity-- you've been caught dealing seized crack to an undercover officer." "However, poof!" "I can make it all go away." "It's on you, Nash." "Thanks, brother." "Give them hell." "(engine revving, tires squealing)" "BRIDGES:" "Joe, watch it!" "(tires squealing)" "(grunts)" "(tires squealing)" "(tires squealing, horn honking)" "(gunshot)" "(tires squealing)" "(grunting)" "(footsteps running)" "You okay?" "Yeah." "(Touch-Tone dialing)" "(phone ringing)" "(sighs) This is Stacy." "Stacy, it's Nash." "Nash." "My God, where are you?" "On the road." "Talk to me, sis." "Word's all over the office." "There's a warrant out for your arrest." "Why doesn't that surprise me?" "Give me some good news." "I've got some." "You were right about Tomes' wife." "Turns out Melinda Petrello-Tomes was a victim of rape two years ago." "Now, the rapist was caught, but the A.D.A. screwed up the case." "Let me guess." "Petrovich." "Yeah." "And Sanders was the presiding judge." "Because of the screw-up, he had no choice but to dismiss, and, uh, the rapist disappeared." "No doubt Tomes is seeking revenge for his wife." "What happened to her?" "Well, from what I gather, she went through kind of a breakdown." "You got an address?" "Yeah, but I'm not sure what to make of it." "It's the Natural Enlightenment Temple in the Haight." "(quiet chanting)" "Take the stairs." "You'll find..." "Ooh, flashback." "Been here, done this." "Tell me about it." "She's downstairs." "Ooh, ooh." "Mrs. Tomes?" "Are you the police?" "How did you know?" "Because nobody calls me Mrs. Tomes any more." "I'm Melinda Petrello here." "Ms. Petrello, I need to speak with you about your husband." "What has he done, Inspector?" "You don't know?" "He's visited me only once since I've been here." "We were like two strangers." "I could see in his eyes he was overwhelmed with rage." "He tried to talk to me about how he was going to take revenge, but I didn't listen to his words." "I couldn't." "Mrs. Petrello?" "Your husband has killed two people." "And we need your testimony for his conviction." "No!" "I can't listen to this!" "You have to leave now." "Excuse me, Ms. Petrello?" "(gun cocking) BRIDGES:" "Joe!" "Get down!" "(gunshots)" "Don't!" "Stop!" "Rex, please, no more!" "Put it down, Tomes." "It's all right, Melinda." "No one'll hurt you now." "Drop the gun." "Do it!" "Joe, wait." "That's perfect timing." "I followed you." "TOMES:" "So what's next?" "Your choice." "I love you, Melinda." "(gunshot)" "(Melinda screams)" "Oh, my God." "Like I said, we take care of our own." "(disco music plays, lively chatter)" "Hey, Jo-say, looking good." "Hey, thanks, Eddie." "Nice jacket." "Thank you very much." "(clears throat) This place has been fun." "I'm gonna miss it." "Well, no, you're not, because I ain't signing the papers." "What?" "!" "She's lowballin' me, man." "This place is a goldmine." "Tito tells me that on Wet Jockey Shorts night, they triple the take." "That's on Tuesday or something." "Man, don't do this." "I'll keep the place for 12 months, 18 tops." "Make some cash, and then I'll sell out." "And it'll be for more than 20%, I'll tell you that." "You are gone, man." "Hey." "Look who's here." "Hey!" "Hey, Jo-say!" "DOMINGUEZ:" "Pull up a stump, rest your rump!" "Got something for you." "Thanks, A.J." "Welcome back, bubba." "CORTEZ:" "Congratulations, Nash." "Thanks, Evan." "Um, and, um, thanks for taking such good care of my daughter." "Really?" "Uh, I mean, thanks." "Yeah, uh..." "Yeah." "Yeah, she told me all about it." "BRIDGES:" "She really likes you." "CORTEZ:" "Look, Nash, I'm sorry, okay?" "It-it was..." "It was just a kiss." "I didn't even initiate it." "She-she grabbed me... (clears throat)" "Bubba, you could be the youngest lieutenant in the department, or you could have the shortest career in the history of SIU." "Understood." "Completely, sir." "That's good." "Hey, come on, let's celebrate." "Who wants to dance?" "Evan?" "Yes, sir." "(laughter)" "Get out there, you bitch." "(laughing)"