All language subtitles for Nash Bridges s02e01 Internal Affairs.eng

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)

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