All language subtitles for Nash Bridges s03e12 Dirty Tricks

Monroe's so -called palace agency booked
beautiful young women into the palace

discotheques of Middle Eastern pilgrims.
The trial established that Monroe

murdered the women after they refused to
provide them with sexual favors.

Hey, Rick.

Hey, Matt.

How are you? Hey, Joe, man. What's up?
Where's Monroe?

Oh, Vanny's just arrived.

Okay. Hey, I sent him my transfer from
case address to the PD.

Good for you, Reggie. Yeah, but I wrote
that I wasn't interested unless I can

make it into SIU.

They must have loved that. Oh, get to
here already. All right. Hold on. Wait.

Okay. Let me go check. Sure.

Hey, Bob.

Hey, Reggie. How's it going?

God's mind. Take care.

Yeah.

Okay. Keep coming.

Hang in there.

This is the place?

Right there.

Not yet, Nash. They might still be
around.

Get in the car.

Mr. Booth gets car sick.

Your choice, darling.

All right.

If he does get car sick, hold him over
the side, huh?

Dasha, when he calls...

Mr. Boots. And we go to the place where
Mr. Boots likes to do his business,

right? And I see these two fans there
and a car. The car's in the room. Nobody

sees me in the booth. We're behind a
dumpster.

Oh, Mr.

Boots gets it right. Uh,

Deja, you want to get to the essential
point here?

One of the bands has a department of
corrections.

It opened to the guards after this guy
out. And then, man, this was even

weirder. They drag another guy out of
the other van, which is blue, and the

guys trade it.

They took a guy out from the jail van
and traded him with a guy from the blue

van? Exactly. That's why I called you.

Okay, go on. I knew I better get out of
there, so I ran into my place and bolted

the door.

The men came around to see about the
barking, but I don't think they saw me.

You identify these men?

No. I didn't see him too well.

I recognized the guy from the jail van.
It was Leland Monroe.

Leland? They took Leland Monroe out of
the jail van and put him in the blue

Exactly.

Here. I got the license plate from the
brown pig.

Deja. Your mom still live in Santa Cruz?

Well, 22, next town over.

All right, here's what I want you to do.

There's a rent -a -car place right
around the corner there.

The guy's name is John. Tell him I sent
you. Go to your mother's. Don't go home.

Don't call the studio. Don't talk to
anybody until you hear from me.

Mr. Blue is excluded.

I told you it was important.

I had a girl.

How's her health?

No better.

See him, Megan?

Well, if he does, his life ain't gonna
be what it once was.

Burns over 80 % of his body.

You have family?

Yeah, why the Duquette?

We're all over the hospital right now.

All right, what do we got on this bomb?

High ordinance, very she -she stuff.

Magnesium chromate charge, no larger
than a lead pencil.

Digital cube, two -stage, delayed
thermal trigger.

Same as Bob, wife creates the telephone.

Exactly. You guys, this stuff is like
banknote paper. It's nearly impossible

get your hands on outside of the
government playpen.

I'm not liking this.

Wait a minute, Monroe was almost certain
to get the death penalty. Why kill him

now?

Revenge? Howard Blake, maybe?

He's the most not -spoken of the three
women's family members.

What if it wasn't Monroe that got killed
in that band?

Well, the coroner ran the fingerprints
of the remains against CCI, and they

match with Monroe.

Did you run the plate?

I did, and it's for Jaguar, not a Crown
Vic.

A diplomatic plate registered to the
British consulate.

Oh, that doesn't help us.

Maybe Mr. Boogs isn't quite the
investigator we think he is, huh?

Unless the plate was stolen.

All right.

See if Monroe had any connections with
the spook world. And give me a 12K file.

Will do.

Ev, Michelle, get over to the hospital.
Stay with Reggie Harrell.

Keep me updated on his condition,
please.

You got it.

All right, Joe, let's you and I take a
run over to the British consulate. What

do you say?

Joe?

I have the letter.

What letter? The letter.

The letter. The Tufts Middle School.
What does that mean?

Only the most exclusive preschool in the
city.

What, are you thinking of furthering
your education, Bubba?

That's very funny.

I happen to be holding Lucia's future
right here in my little hand. Lucia

be what, nine months old?

Uh -huh, which means I should have been
on the gig 18 months ago, man. Look,

there's only 24 spots in this school,
and there's thousands of people trying

get their kids in. Hell, I had to make a
donation just to get the application.

And this school frenzy thing, this
doesn't strike you as a little bit

ridiculous. Man, if she doesn't get into
Tufnel Preschool, the top theater

school for the elementary and secondary
schools in the country,

Forget it. She has no chance of getting
into Ivy League college.

So what you're saying is, if she doesn't
get into this school, her future is

just pretty much over. No, not pretty
much over. It is over.

How are you going to break it to her?

In another language.

Wait a

minute. I know

the guy.

Lemonhead.

Lemonhead? A car thief. I was after him
and out of bed.

More like Limehead.

He used to be yellow.

He doesn't own a Mustang. Let's take
him.

Look, Michelle, you're not an auto theft
anymore, okay? You're an SIU cop

working on a murder investigation.

We're not going to pull over to stop
some two -bit car thing.

Come on, Evan. I want this guy.

Look, I had him twice and he got away.

will do that. Not this one.

Somebody helped him out by putting two
slugs in his chest.

Oh.

Is there some sort of method to this
thing?

What if it's bad news?

is about an interview? She didn't get
in?

Hey, Bono, the journey of a thousand
miles begins with the first attempt.

Hers or yours?

Well, you can be cynical all you want,
man, but I'm in the mood to celebrate,

all right?

Man, oh man, oh man. You know, you got
to do yourself a favor. Not show this

side of you to your daughter before the
interview.

Queen Elizabeth the Deuce.

There was two, you know.

What, are you giving a tour?

Gentlemen.

David Lawton Adams, Consul General.

Hi. Inspectors Bridges and Dominguez,
SFPD.

What can I do for you, Inspector?

Well, we're investigating a bombing that
occurred at the courthouse this

morning. Yes, I saw it on the news.

Why did that bring you here?

This car is registered to the consulate,
and I was wondering if you knew who it

was assigned to.

Not without some more information.

Well, we have a confidential witness who
feels the driver might have some useful

information.

All our vehicles are in a motor pool.

Any number of people could have had
access to it.

Do you think we could get a list of
those people? As well as a sign -out

mileage log, any other paperwork that
might be pertinent?

Gentlemen, you're asking for information
that breaches diplomatic policy.

You'll need to tell me more specifically
how it relates to your criminal

investigation.

Well, I wish we could, but at this time
we can't.

Off the record, it would be a big help
to us.

I'm sorry.

Feel free to contact our embassy in
Washington.

Perhaps they can help you.

Okay. Thank you for your time. I wish I
could be more helpful.

So do I.

Good day.

So we don't even get any tea or those
little sandwiches with the crust cut

What, you like those things?

Oh, second only to burritos.

Chris, stop by my house. I'm going to
tell Ingrid. Oh, man.

Ingrid! Ingrid, where are you? What's
wrong, Joe?

is wrong, honey. Everything is right.

Hello, Nash.

Anger?

Hey, my little genius.

Can you read this letter?

Oh, well.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dominguez, after
careful consideration, we are pleased to

grant you and your daughter, Lucia, an
interview to discuss her candidacy for

matriculation into the Tufnel Preschool
we are in, baby.

Joe, it's only an interview.

That's what I said.

It doesn't mean that she's been
accepted.

That's what I said.

What are you talking about? Who could
say no to this little angel, huh?

Who could say no to my little Scootie
Pie?

Joe, are you sure this is the right
thing for Lucia?

What? You thought this was my idea?

I didn't say anything.

Nash, why do you always think that these
ideas are my idea, huh?

I think Lucia would define them for this
school. Honey, we've been all through

this. What do you think, Nash?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. Think of me
as Switzerland.

Oh, I get it. Well, you know, public
school is good enough for my daughter,

your daughter had to go to private
school. I get it. No, no, I didn't say

Well, you didn't have to.

Joe, I am sure that no matter where your
daughter goes to school, she's going to

do great. You see?

Oh, so now you're taking his side?

I'm not talking anymore.

That's for me.

Yeah, she wants to go to school,

huh? Right.

Yeah.

I'll take it. It's certified.

He has to sign.

I'll sign it.

He signs.

Well, who's it from?

Doesn't say.

It's got to say. It's certified.

What's up?

Kind of hoping to take him alive.

Maybe get him to answer a few questions,
the bastard.

That shows up in my house with a gun
with my wife and baby here.

No chance.

Well, boss, here's one from the
overstating the obvious department, but

mailman wasn't a mailman. Paul Marks, a
British national and a trade officer at

the British consulate.

What a coincidence, huh?

Amazing. So what does this mailman think
we have since we don't have it?

I'm thinking that was the point.

Somebody wanted us dead before we got
anything.

Yeah, that sounds right.

How's Reggie?

Didn't make it.

Son of a bitch.

Anything on the shooter?

Video frames from the hospital security
camera at the time of the murder.

Who would want to shoot Reggie?

He looked in the van before it blew up.

Maybe you saw something.

Yeah, or didn't.

Namely, somebody other than Monroe, if
we're to believe Dasha.

Oh, Nash, it leads us down the same cul
-de -sac. With Monroe's remains

positively ID'd by forensics, that guy's
officially dead.

Check it out.

Our mailman at the hospital.

Busy day, huh?

One murder, two attempted murders, and
two different zip codes.

Pretty damn good.

Monroe's gotta be alive.

Maybe somebody hacked into CCI and
changed the fingerprints.

Hacked into CCI?

Is it possible?

I suppose it's possible, but... Any more
complicated than building that bomb?

Not really, no.

Joe, where was Monroe originally booked?

Uh, Tenderloin Task Force Substation.

Michelle, get over there and get the
original thumb -and -ink hard copy of

Monroe's prints.

I got it. I'll match it against what the
coroner got at the bombing. Good girl.

Okay, wait a minute. What about the
Crown Vic Jaguar differential?

That's the same principle by which my
love life sucks.

Now, diplomats are going to throw plates
on whatever car's available, right?

Right. All right, I'll buy that.

Carr, call Pat Grayson over at the State
Department.

See if you can get a list from her of
the current staff members in the British

consulate. Joe, come on. I'll see if I
can get you those sandwiches this time.

You're an important man, Miss Monroe.

Your obituary made the front page of the
Chronicle.

Who the hell are you?

Your savior.

Giving you a chance to choose between
heaven and hell.

Yeah.

And which is it?

Oh, that's up to you.

We need you, Mr. Monroe.

That's why we rescued you from the gas
chamber.

To do what?

Murder one of your former customers.

He seemed to have a facility for it.
Were you?

Remember Mohammed Abhusir from Yemen?

He likes tall blondes.

Scandinavians. Yeah, so?

Mr. Abhusir has funded terrorist groups.

In the process, he's made himself an
enemy of the people that I work for.

Abhusir is going to Mexico City next
week.

He'll be looking for talent.

You'll be there to help him out.

And close enough to kill him.

I don't think so.

He's got a ten -man personal security
detail.

Nobody's going to kill him.

No.

It's not without risk.

But if you succeed, we set you free with
a new identity.

I think you girls are going to have to
work this one out yourselves.

Mull it over.

Gentlemen.

You're back.

Why? Well, we have some more information
on that car.

Could it have been driven by a Mr. Paul
Mark?

Again, without specific criminal
charges, I can't.

Well, specifically.

He killed a sheriff's deputy this
afternoon at St. Viviana's at 1 .42 p

then he tried to kill us.

Yeah, but we got him first.

Specifically, he's dead.

He also tried to impersonate a postman.

Paul Marks has been an embarrassment to
us for some time.

He had a substance abuse problem.

He was fired, his visa was revoked, and
he was about to be sent back to England

when he disappeared.

He disappeared.

How inconvenient.

He also stole a consulate car.

A Jaguar.

The very same car with the plate number
we gave you.

Did he ever mention the name Leland
Monroe? I mean, to your knowledge.

No.

Excuse me.

Nash. Hi, I got a hard copy of Monroe's
prints. You were right, that corpse in

the van wasn't him.

Not always good to be right.

Nothing right now.

Sit tight.

Interesting news.

Leland Monroe is alive.

But then I'm going to bet you already
knew that, didn't you, buckhole?

Inspector, in the best interest of
diplomacy, I'm going to ask you to

Remind me again.

What happens when diplomacy fails?

Nations go to war.

That's the business, huh?

Cheerio, Bing.

All right, so Monroe's still alive.

So even if Adams knows more than he's
telling us... And he does.

All right, well, how does Monroe fit in
with Brits? I mean, it doesn't add up.

Well, let's stop trying to do the math,
then.

Keep it simple. Find Monroe.

All right, okay. If I was Monroe, I'd
get myself overseas.

I'd use my modeling agency connections
to set myself up.

Uh -huh.

And who better to set you up than the
former partner, Herb Lichtman.

Now, this may be the most important
conversation we ever

have, so I want you to pay attention.

Well, at least look at me while you're
drooling, okay?

Okay, the key to life is preparation,
all right?

Now, you'll be surprised what you're
going to learn in three short days,

Let's see. We'll save long division for
tomorrow.

Okay? All right.

Come here, man.

Look at this. Pay attention now.

Focus.

A is for apple.

Apple. Okay? We'll do Spanish tomorrow.

B is for ball.

Ball. Ball. No.

B is for busted.

Oh, hi, honey. It's mommy.

Joe, she's nine months old. She's too
young to learn the alphabet.

You think?

Yes. Time for bed.

Oh, I was hoping you'd say that.

Her, not you. Come on, sweetheart.

Time for bed.

Okay. No more working. No more working.

Oh.

And here is Mr.

Pudgy.

Mr. Pudgy is not going to get into the
tough school.

Boot camp is over for today.

Okay.

Look. See?

Remind me again, how are we going to
afford this school?

Oh, we'll find a way, honey. We always
do.

I know, but this is coming up to $9 ,000
a year, and that's not even including

supplies.

I'll just work a couple more off -duty
cases.

I already counted on that.

Okay, yeah, we won't go on vacation.

I already counted on that, too.

Okay, well, stop eating.

Honey, relax.

I'll figure out a way, honey.

What? Doesn't that thing have a mute
button on it or something?

What are you doing anyway?

I'm going over this application.

Oh, I already checked it out. It's fine.

Yeah, well, hey,

we don't have a letter of
recommendation.

It's optional.

Well, don't you think we should put our
best foot forward?

Lucia is a baby.

What are we going to say, hmm?

That she eats strange peas better than
her friends?

Look, honey, they're giving us an
opportunity to let Lucia stand out as

I think we should do it.

Be kind.

She is special.

Oh, I know.

She's wonderful.

But who's going to write this letter of
recommendation? You, me, our babysitter?

Joe, who's going to write the kind of
letter of recommendation that you want?

Joe?

Joe? Joe?

Uh,

next man.

What's this?

I need you to sign this.

What is it?

It's a letter of recommendation from you
to me to the academic board of

Tuftsville School.

Oh, that's good. I wonder what I had to
say.

Well, I know how busy you are, so I
didn't want you to waste your time, so I

just need a signature right there.

What school requires a recommendation
for a nine -month -old?

Well, you obviously had it pretty easy
with Cassidy.

All right, there.

Thank you.

Joe, what are you doing? Hold it. What
are you doing?

Joe, you can make another one.

Get out of the creature, you idiot.

Hey, watch it!

Oh, no.

What happened?

Oh, no.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Wait a minute!

Stop! Stop!

Lee, stop!

I can't look.

Hey, buddy, are you all right?

Thank you.

Okay.

I got it. We can go.

What is it with you?

Man, I just wanted to see her to have
the best shot in life. You know, an

education is the best shot.

What's wrong with that?

Bubba, with or without the tough school,
she's going to do just fine. She's

going to be a lot richer than you think.

She's got you.

Thank you, brother.

Oh, man, look at this.

Wayne, keep going.

I'll take all notes about it.

I'm prepared to watch him.

What, me?

Hey, boss. Hey. Sign of Monroe?

Not yet.

Glickman's burning the midnight oil. Ah,
business must be moving.

You would think that having your partner
convicted of murdering its clients

would put a crimp in your style, but no,
there's been a parade of women in and

out of there all day long.

Must be tough. Yeah, let me put it this
way. Cortez has a nasty case of cabin

fever. I would say at this point in my
life that any woman, anywhere, anytime

could be the future Mrs.

Evan Cortez.

Hey, hey, what do we got here?

Somebody order a second gas truck?

Evan, take a look. Got it.

When was the last time you got too much
service from a public utility?

Like never.

San Francisco guests were supposed to
clear their service fence from the area.

Yo, open up.

Oh, you bugger off, pal.

Please, I don't think so. Everybody out.
Let's go. Let's go.

Oh, boy.

Let's go.

Now talk yours, mate. Police!

SFPD!

We're all going to be nice and calm now.

Because we're the cops and you're not.
Put your guns down. Right now.

Put your guns down.

All the way down on the ground.

You better be worried about yourself
there, Bubba.

There's Glickman.

Michelle, grab him too.

Hands on your head. Hands on your head.
Come on.

Move, move, move.

Hey, SFPD.

Hold it right there.

Constantine, we're protected by
diplomatic immunity.

You're a rat's ass. What are you
protected by? Let's go.

you something to drink?

Uh -huh.

Joe, you remember Pat Grayson from the
State Department?

Sure, I do.

Nat, I am not here to shoot the police.

No, I'm going to guess you're here to
take a few names and roll a few heads.

Was there anything in particular that
David Lawton Adams did to anger you?

Well, he and his mates had been driving
around San Francisco in a dummied -up

gas company van, obstructing a police
investigation, flashing MAC -10s and

various other weapons.

You are aware that Adams and his entire
staff have full diplomatic status?

Oh, yeah. He's made that perfectly
clear.

You know about the sheriff's van
explosion?

Of course.

Adams has ended up to his neck.

What's your evidence?

In the works.

Nash, if you have evidence that these
men are involved in something that

serious, they can be dealt with.

The State Department's not interested in
protecting criminals, but I need

substantial evidence.

Yes, ma 'am.

Did you sign there?

All the spots?

John Hancock, okay.

Yeah.

Expect my formal complaint by the
morning.

I'm curious.

What were you looking for?

Come on.

I always like a good lie.

And you've been lying your ass off since
the moment we met.

Humor me.

Morning, Irv. Hey, how you doing?

I'm not answering. Not without a lawyer.
I don't have to answer. You don't need

a lawyer to say how you're doing, Irv.

I'm a legitimate international talent
agent.

I never engaged in any of my former
partner's criminality.

You said that with a straight face.

You're just bringing nations together.

Tell me, Irv, at what point do the girls
go from being talent to hookers? Like

right after takeoff, they have to pass
Hawaii first?

No, no, no. You got to cross the
international date line.

Hey, no one's forcing them to go. They
make a hell of a lot of money.

I'm thinking you should work with us,
Irv. That would make a hell of a lot of

sense.

Where's Monroe?

I'm not talking.

All right, let's play the hypothetical
game.

If Monroe did contact you,
hypothetically, what would he have said?

Maybe he doesn't know the game.

Okay, Irv, if you don't cooperate with
us, hypothetically, we could go out and

get a search warrant and we could
hypothetically toss your office, at

we could hypothetically arrest you for
aiding and abetting a fugitive.

Which hypothetically could cut into your
commissions and hypothetically put your

ass in jail.

Okay.

Okay, I get it.

I get it.

If Monroe had called me, I'm not saying
he did.

He might have said he'd been grabbed by
some badasses.

Kidnapped?

So Monroe didn't have anything to do
with the bombing of the van.

Then who did?

Well, he might have said they were
British.

Hey, Joe.

Phone call, Ben.

Take a message.

It's the Chop North School.

Um... Uh, uh, uh... Irv? Irv. Now,
hypothetically,

you could win this game.

Well, they might have said that they
weren't looking for fish and chips.

So did Glickman sing?

Oh, he sang, he danced, he did
impressions. It became a part of it.

Well, it seems that Mr. David Lawton had
him, praying Monroe to come over and do

some dirty work for him. They wanted to
assassinate a Middle Eastern terrorist

who just happened to be a customer of
the agency.

Well, the only problem was Monroe gave
the Brits the slip.

What a tangled web they weave.

Where's Monroe now? Did he connect?

Flickman sent him over to Rastaman's to
get new papers. Let's cover it. We might

get lucky.

Bubba, that is not a good look for you.

Oh, the Tufts School just called, and
they want to change my apartment. They

want me there in 45 minutes.

What? So what are you doing? Oh, I'm
looking for my keys. Have you seen my

Have you called Inger? Yeah, I called
her three times. She doesn't answer,

I just keep calling.

Your keys are right here. Oh.

What? Oh, I'm having a stroke.

No, no, no, Bubba. A stroke happens up
here, not in your arm.

What happens in your arm?

Heart attack.

Oh, great.

That's... Sit down. Sit down. Now,
listen. Let me ask you something.

Why did you change your appointment
time? I didn't change it. Calls didn't

me if I would do them a favor, and I
didn't want to seem uncooperative.

Call them back.

Call him back and tell him you want your
old appointment back. I can't do that,

man. Well, you can't go there without
Lucia and Inger.

Let me explain something to you. You are
interviewing this school to make sure

that they're right for your daughter.

You got it?

Yeah, I... Call him back.

All right, you're right. I'll call him.

Good.

Hello, this is Joe Dominguez. I just
talked to you. It's Inspector Joe

Dominguez, SFPD.

Yeah, I just talked to you about my
appointment.

Yeah, well, see, the thing is that I...
No, no, no, no, no, no. No,

that's fine.

I'll be right there.

Breathe.

Breathe. I just want to see... Breathe.

JJ, have you talked to mother today?

Well, if you talk to her, tell her to
call me right away. It's very important,

son. Okay, bye -bye.

Nobody seen her?

And Amelia Earhart would be easier to
find.

Where the hell are you calling now?

Gothenburg, Sweden.

I can tell you she's not in Sweden.

She talks to her sister at least once a
day. She'll know where she is.

Busy. Probably talking to each other.

Where to now, sir?

Tumble time.

Hello, excuse me.

I'm sorry to cut your fun here, but I'm
a cop.

And, uh, I need to borrow a baby.

No, no, no, come on. Uh, go back to what
you were doing.

Uh,

this is an educational emergency.

And, uh, it'll only take about an hour,
and your baby will be protected the

whole time by SFPD's finest cops.

Uh, and one of you mothers will have the
deep pride of knowing you've assisted a

police officer.

So, uh, present.

How about, uh, deep pride and, uh, 200
bucks?

Deal.

But I won't take your money.

That man saved my father's life once.

In a bank robbery, remember?

Herbert Tuck.

Excuse me. Can I help you?

Dominguez, 245 appointment.

You're late.

Yeah, I was parking. There's no parking
around here.

Is this Lucia?

Yeah, this is my daughter, Lucia.

Yeah, whatever.

Have a seat.

I read the sentences, Joe. This is the
toughness school.

Oh, well, he was trying to reach you. I
know, 37 calls.

Are you okay? You're looking a little
bit pale.

I do? Mm -hmm.

Not good, huh?

I got it right there, Delta.

Memoir. Mr. and Mrs.

Dominguez, I'm Mrs.

Lofink. I'll be conducting your
interview.

Put that Latin John thing on her, bro.

All right.

What made you choose the Tufnell School?

Well, I... I think, Ms. Lofink, it's
very clear as we enter the 21st century

that a child needs a broader, more
challenging, and culturally diverse

education. Mr. Dominguez, I know what
you're saying.

Really? Oh, thank you.

It's all right here in the Tufnell
School brochure.

Verbatim.

You mind holding her for a moment?

I have to call my mom and let her know
we're going to be late. Sure.

Let me hold you, Viola.

Oh, my.

She's adorable.

Look at those sweet little eyes.

Hello. I'm Claire. I'm Nash.

And this is Viola.

Say hi, Viola.

Hi.

She's adorable.

Yes, she is, isn't she?

Yes.

Succinctly stated, what are your goals
for Lucia?

To be happy.

Isn't that what every parent wants for
her children?

Yeah, I think she means ultimately,
honey. Well, Lovenka, ultimately, I

our goals are exactly the same as the
Tufnel school goals.

Studium, Weartooth, suburbia.

I'd like to have a moment with Lucia.

It's very hot in here.

Say hello to my friend, Mr. Teddy. She's
such a calm, even -tempered girl.

I think that's a nice one.

Can you say hello to Mr. Teddy, Lucia?
Because Mr. Teddy wants to be your new

friend. Oh, she's not talking yet. And
I'm sure there's so much she wants to

say. Am I, what am I doing here? Who are
these new people?

You know, who is this fuzzy, woozy bear?

Come on, it can't be that bad.

Oh, brother, it was worse.

Wasn't there a guy named Lofink in
Hitler's cabinet?

Nash. Boss, we're outside Rastamon's.
Monroe just showed. He's inside?

All right, don't jump unless he leaves.

We're there in five.

I hate this.

What? We can find a fugitive in a state
with 33 million people and I can't get

one little girl into Tumple School.

Have you considered a convent?

No, I'm married.

What's the layout of we got front door
we got a fire escape the rear doors

padlocked we got him Hey anybody take
note of our guy at the bus stop talking

his cigarettes There he is I

don't like this

He's headed east on six.

He's headed for the embassy. We're on
it.

Somebody remind me, is this our second
and third war with the British?

Third? Last time was flintlocks and
powdered whips. You'd think they would

learned. The guards at the consulate,
they're kind of like those guys at

Buckingham Palace, right? Minus the
fuzzy hats. British Marines, actually.

I'll bring them on.

So what's the plan? Full -fundle
assault?

It's not going to come to that, I hope.

You were going, weren't you, Nash?
Whether I showed up or not.

This guy killed four people. Three of
them were cops.

You know what?

That pisses me off.

I wish I had a few like you on my team.

I am on your team.

I always have been.

Enjoy the dinner party.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

Good evening, Mr. Consul General.

How you doing?

Oh, sorry, Joe. Still no sandwiches.

Can I get a club soda?

You know what's good for you, Inspector?
You'll leave now while I'm still

feeling gracious.

Well, actually, I brought this nice set
of jewelry for you.

I'm sorry for the disturbance, ladies
and gentlemen. It's really nothing.

Oh, yeah, it's nothing.

That is, if you don't mind your host
being up to his ass. Oh, check that.

Eyeballs. In murder.

I don't think so.

You see, I've got this interesting
little paper from your embassy in

It's been approved by the Home Office.

You know the one in London?

England?

All very formal on a protocol level.

See, the way I understand it, your
immunity is given to the sending state,

in this case happens to be Great
Britain.

But unfortunately, in your case, they've
decided to withhold it.

Remove these men!

It seems that we've lost your authority.

No, don't get up.

We'll show ourselves out.

It's okay.

Uh -huh.

Gentlemen.

This is a violation of international
law.

I have rights. This will not stand.

Oh, I meant to tell you. Leave the
chair.

It's British sovereign property.

Morning. Hey, listen, pick up line two.

Not like that.

Still haven't asked me on any
international incidents on today's

Hell no, I've had enough of
international intrigue for a while.

I prefer our own homegrown wackos.

Mail call.

Oh, thank you.

That's for Inspector Bridges.

Oh, here's yours.

Dear Mr. Dominguez, we are sorry to
decline your recent application for your

daughter. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,
blah.

What does that stoke again?

Dear Mr. Bridges, we are pleased to
inform you that your daughter Viola has

accepted to the Tufnell preschool.

What? In addition, we are pleased to
offer you a full scholarship at this

I feel like someone just drove a nail
through my gallbladder.

I'm sorry, Bubba.

I don't care, man.

Who wanted to go to a snook farm anyway?

Can you imagine if Mrs. Lopink ended up
being Lucia's teacher?

She'd hear her screaming herself to
sleep every night.

Hey, besides, me and you both went to
public school, and we turned out okay,

right?

Right? I'm thinking.

I'm thinking.

So, what are you going to tell Inger?

You're kidding. I'm going to tell her
the truth. She'll be delighted.

Here's a question.

Uh -huh?

Channel 11.

Technically, that's not a question.

Oh, no. I mean, how soon is too soon?

Aren't Lucia's hands a little small to
be thinking about that right now? Not

right now, but, you know.

Well, here's a radical idea. Why don't
you wait until she's old enough, and

you can ask her yourself.

What's the good of having kids if you
can't live their lives for them?