All language subtitles for Nash Bridges s06e19 Kill Joy

You know, for a guy that's about to be
promoted to lieutenant, you seem kind of

subdued. Damn uniform, man. It's built
like a cheap hotel.

No ballroom.

Way too much information, Bubba.

So wool shrinks with age, right?

Yes, but man expands.

How's my hair?

Am I looking for something in
particular?

I've got a trim. I figure short hair is
more authoritative.

Just flip that stuff that's hanging down
there in the front. Flip it back.

Yeah.

Joseph Dominguez.

Raise your right hand.

I, Joseph Dominguez, do solemnly swear
to support the

Constitution of the United States and
the State of

California and to faithfully discharge
the duties

of a police lieutenant for the city and
county of

San Francisco.

To the best of my ability.

To the best of my ability.

So help me God.

So help me God.

Congratulations.

Drop your hand.

You all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'm all right.

Morning,

George. You're up for three minutes.

All right.

George Larson.

For you.

Your past.

And your future.

All right, everybody. It's like we've
got to pay the rent, so we're going to

take a quick break, come back with
Springsteen and also the Stones and, of

course, the ever -lovely Joy Larson with
the latest in news and weather coming

up in just a few minutes.

Okay, everybody?

Okay, let's hear it.

Female, three to the chest, pretty it is
not.

PJ says she was a newscaster here for
the past 15 years.

Now she has the news.

Let's go.

48 and single, also loyal, responsible,
and stable. According to the station

manager, the very last person anybody
would do this to. However, she did tell

him last week she thought somebody might
have been following her lately.

If he is a stalker, that means there's
going to be a trail.

All right, get a list of current and
former flames, co -workers, old

that sort of thing. Good. Anything else?

Any videos, prints, eyewitnesses? No,
no, and no.

He wore gloves, nobody saw him come in,
and someone disabled the surveillance

early in the day. Guy's thorough.

I don't know what those people usually
are. Let's get on the hunt.

Is that a new suit, Father?

I got the job. Figured I might as well
dress the part.

You're not going to lose touch with the
common people now, are you? How did my

secretary get back to you on that? Oh,
well, before you do, you better feed the

masses, Lieutenant.

Okay.

Apparently, not two, but three other Joy
Larsons have reported being watched or

followed during the last week.

Was that many Joy Larsons in San
Francisco?

Six. After this homicide, five in the
Bay Area. Three in San Francisco alone.

Anything connect these women beside a
common name? If there is, we haven't

it yet.

All right.

Kathy, Rachel, check with the first
three. Maybe between them we can get a

composite of the suspect, all right?

Antoine Harve, let's get some protection
on these other two Joy Larson's in case

you're right and he got the wrong one.

You got it, Lieutenant.

From your wife?

Yeah. That's nice.

Janesh says you're going to be signing
this stuff from now on.

What is it?

It's authorization to pay a plumbing
company.

You need to sign here and here.

Yeah, well, I'm not going to sign
anything until I've read it first.

Nash has signed it.

Yeah, well, Nash has read these things
before. I haven't.

You're not going to read it now?

I'm busy, Ronnie.

When are you going to read it?

Later.

Okay.

Your coffee, Lieutenant.

Oh, thank you very much.

Mr. Collins.

Hey, it's Regina Adams.

Glad I caught you. The last Joy Larson I
told you about? The one at the radio

station? Yes.

I'm not sure that's the woman you're
looking for.

What do you mean?

Well, I thought she was, but then these
other two surfaced.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that these other two seem to
fit your beneficiary profile a little

closer. I'm sorry. I hope I haven't
wasted your time, but in cases like

try to be as thorough as possible.

Mr. Collins, are you there?

Yes, I'm right here.

Oh.

Well, what should I do now?

What? Should I wait and see how many
more you turn up?

I promise, that's it on the Joy Larson.

Would you like their information?

Yes. I think you shouldn't leave it at
the desk.

Easy does it.

And Kareem makes the switch. And here we
go.

Ms.

Larson, I'm Inspector Leak. This is
Inspector Babcock, SFPD.

Can we talk in private, please?

Why would he be after me?

You tell us.

Well, I don't know.

No reason.

Joy, we'd like to offer you police
protection.

What does that involve?

Well, we'll post a cop in an unmarked
car outside your house.

Does anybody else live here besides your
son?

Nobody. Just him and me.

Wow.

Big deal.

Okay.

Whatever you think's best.

Okay, good. We'll keep this as painless
as possible. You keep that for future

reference. Okay.

Now, you were at the dead New Year's Eve
concert?

I was.

Me too. I never got a poster with
Jerry's signature on it, however.

Persistence and luck. I noticed your
armband.

Oh, yeah, I'm a hopeless deadhead. Same
here.

I'll bet we're in a lot of the same
places together in our past lives.

Did you go to Egypt?

The Sphinx Theater concert, September
78th? Yeah.

Oh. I was this close to selling my truck
for the airfare.

How about Alaska? You go to Alaska?

Summer solstice shows. I was there.

Me too.

The heart.

Okay.

Oh, well, we got to talk more.

Love to. All right. Anytime. Okay,
great, great.

I don't get to meet many deadheads in
this line of work.

Oh, man.

Didn't you think that there was
something really cool about her? Oh,

I noticed.

Think you're going to be able to
concentrate for us all day?

Antoine, the girl went to Egypt to see
my dad. You don't know how cool that is.

Cool.

I'm trying to help you.

I don't want your help!

What you were trying to do.

You sure don't make this easy, Grandpa.

I'm not in the business of making things
easy. Life is not easy.

I don't want your pity.

Is that why you think I'm here?

Because I pity you?

I don't think it. I know it.

Well, maybe I do. But not as much as you
pity yourself, you mean old man.

Ah, a loving family. Always so nice to
come home to.

For looking in on him, I'm sure he
admitted it. I know I did.

I'm so glad I don't look him anymore.

And I never thought I'd say that to him.

Cassidy, come on.

Can you imagine what he's going through?

Just ask him.

Can't you be the bigger person?

Way past that, Dad. Way past that.

Cassidy. Veterans!

I just don't believe it.

Where's the crackers?

Son of a bitch! That's hot!

You're trying to scold me to death!

Okay, all right. Look, I'll put an ice
cube in it. No!

Then it'll all turn watery.

I'll just have some toast instead.

Toast instead.

Okay. Is that a problem?

No, Nick.

It's not a problem.

You sound like that's a problem!

Nick, if you want some toast, I'll go
and make it for you.

Just forget it.

I can already tell that it's too much
trouble.

I got a better idea.

Since you already hate everything
anyway, why don't we just get past the

and go right to the bitching?

Forget it. I'll get it to myself.

Nick, Nick, please just sit there, all
right?

I will make you a toast.

Don't forget to burn it.

So, Ms. Larson, what did he say when he
called?

He said he was from the phone company,
but he sounded bogus.

Do you know those punks pulled that
workman scam on me last year?

Walked off with my computer and a VCR.

I'd start 69 his ass.

And?

Well, he wasn't from the phone company.

He was calling from the Elliott Hotel.

Seen him?

Yeah. Kind of looks like the guy in 302.

302. You got a name?

It'll be Mr. Ryan Collins.

Okay, nobody comes in, nobody goes out
until we come down. Give me a key,

please.

One more kick, you're dead.

You're the cops?

What the hell do we look like, room
service?

Well, hell, why didn't you say so? We're
saying it now.

It's cold.

Hey!

Hi, Regina.

Nice bridges.

Hi, David.

You can come look for me yourself, send
these two guys.

Well, I'm hoping that it's not you I'm
looking for.

How's the P .I. business?

Not bad.

Tell me what you know about Ryan
Collins.

He contacted me about a month ago.

Said he was a tracer working for Apollo
Insurance.

Had a beneficiary payment owed to Joy
Larson of San Francisco.

He wanted me to find her.

He didn't give you any specifics?

If he knew which Joy Larson he was
looking for, then he wouldn't have been

hiring me. Now would he, baby?

I do a lot of these gigs.

Cheddar's good, low risk. He had the
right form.

It was routine.

Yeah. So you just dug up every Joy
Larson in the Bay Area, right?

Was he hard?

Yeah.

But I know you, Regina.

You weren't in that hotel room to
congratulate him. Now, were you, baby?

You were going to take him down all by
yourself.

Think I couldn't?

That pasty -ass toe used me, Nash. I'm
going to put him down.

No, you're not.

We are.

Put it down. I'll get to it.

But you have to. Just put it down and
walk away.

Got a sec?

Not really.

I'll use any excuse to get away from
this. What's up?

Did an NCIC check on this Ryan Collins?

He's listed as deceased.

Huh. The guy you're looking for is dead.

He was shanked in a cell at the Federal
Corrections Institution in Oxford,

Wisconsin. He died two days before he
was scheduled to be released.

Check with the prison. See if any of his
buddies got released lately. They might

be using his name.

Then dig this guy Collins' file out of
cold storage. Let's see what his story

is.

Was.

Yeah, that too.

Captain Bridget.

Pleasure to see you again.

Betty Ann.

Witness in the Hector Rodriguez case.
You bite your nails and you're friends

the Cerebithians from Insectaron.

Yes, that's right.

But I've been to the doctor since then.

With the medicines I take, I have no
issues.

Look, every cuticle intact.

Yes, but what about the Cerebithians?

They're gone.

So, you must be Nick.

I'm Betty Ann.

Captain Bridges never told me he had
such a rugged and handsome father.

Why, thank you, Betty Ann.

I can't call you Betty Ann, can I? Of
course. No need to stand on formality.

First order of business, I'm going to
make you some homemade soup.

What a change for the better.

Anything else, Tessa?

For me.

Ponce de Leon was right. Florida has the
fountain of youth.

Deadhead Joy Larson? Guess what?

Found her birth certificate in
Tallahassee.

According to this, she's 32.

She look 32 to you?

Well, maybe some other Joy Larson.

No.

Okay. But some other explanation, then.

Waiting to hear it.

I've got the story on Ryan Collins.

Ever heard of a radical group called the
Free World? Their big claim to fame was

the bombing of a Connecticut munitions
factory in 1972.

Killed a night watchman and a couple of
their own people.

Okay, so Collins was connected to this
group?

He ran it.

What about Joy Larson? Is she part of
it?

I didn't find Joy Larson anywhere.

Collins was put in federal prison for
this?

Yeah. After the bombing, he fled and was
caught in Baudette, Minnesota, trying

to get into Canada.

They found traces of the explosive and
blood evidence in his car.

He got 25 to life, but... He did his
time. He'd be walking the streets today

he hadn't been killed.

Then who the hell is Joy Larson?

Anybody see you?

No.

I sent my assistant down to the
courthouse to file some papers.

Somebody using Ryan's name is following
me. I thought you might know who.

No, how would I?

He wants to kill me, Ron. He already
killed somebody with the same name.

Stay back here. I'll get rid of him.

Just a minute.

Look,

I'm busy right now. I'm Nelson Collins.

Ryan's brother.

Ryan? Ryan. Ryan Collins. He was defense
attorney for the past 29 years.

You heard what happened to him, didn't
you? Yeah, I did. I'm sorry. Look, I

prefer you not smoking here.

Get shanked by some lowlife prison scum
two days before he gets out. Yeah, I

know. I'm the one who raised his parole
hearing. I know the day he went to jail

was the day the life went out of my
family, my mom, my dad.

We waited 29 years for him to get out of
jail.

What are you doing here now, son?

I didn't want to involve you.

I didn't, but I gotta admit, you're very
smart.

Because I can't find Joy Larson.

Wait.

You're not making sense.

Don't you talk to me like I'm some kind
of idiot.

Ryan told me everything before he died.

He told me you're the one who forwarded
all her letters to him.

You know where she is.

Where is she? She was your brother's.

girlfriend. That's it. She wasn't
involved in the bombing. Snap the phone!

He wouldn't have done anything if it
wasn't for her.

Nelson, respectfully, you don't know
what you're talking about, okay? You

know the facts.

Shut up!

Shut up!

He ruined his life because of her.

Now are you going to tell me where she
is?

Or do I have to blow your brains out and
go through your...

She said, just be calm, please.

League. Javi.

Troy. He's got my address. He's going to
my house.

Slow down.

Who's got your address?

The man you're after, the killer.

He's headed to my house right now.

Tommy's on his way home from school.

Okay, I'm on my way. Don't you go home.
I'll call you from there.

What's going on, officer?

This isn't like one of those crack
houses or something around here, is

You live around here?

Oh, yeah, right down the street.

You want a stakeout?

Go back to your house, sir.

Nothing to see here.

The reason I came over, officer, is you
got a flat tire.

Two, one on the other side.

You don't want to do this, mister.

Open the trunk.

Get in.

Unit 103.

Unit 103.

Dispatch.

Unit 103.

Please respond.

5 Georgie 44.

Try to get to Unit 103 again. 103's not
responding. Damn it. Roll back up then

to 2849 Clayton. Code 3.

You must be Tommy.

Come here, Tommy. I want to talk to you.

Get over here now!

Tommy, get out!

Police!

Drop your weapon!

Tommy, you okay?

Yeah.

Tommy, don't move, okay? Just get right
here. Okay.

You all right? Huh?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Okay.

Okay, good, good. Good boy. It's over.

Call me on my cell phone. You threaten
me. Was that after you snuck away from

the house? I had to run some errands.
Joy, listen, I need the truth.

I can't stand this.

I wanted some time alone.

This is a copy of your birth
certificate.

Dated 1969.

Now, I like to think I'm a chivalrous as
an ex -guy. But that would make you 32.

Well, it's a clerical error. I had the
same problem when I lost my passport.

I need you to look at that picture.

Who's this?

Susan Maynard.

Ryan Collins' girlfriend and a co
-conspirator in a bombing of a company

made landmines during the Vietnam War.

Their bomb triggered an explosion of the
munitions while they were still inside.

And allegedly, Susan was killed.

Does she look familiar?

You think this is me?

Take my fingerprints.

Unfortunately, I don't have Susan
Mader's fingerprints on file.

Joy, look me in the eye.

Tell me this is not you.

Not me.

What happened to your hand?

Oh, I must have tripped running for a
cab. No, it's okay. No, don't be silly.

Thank you.

Okay.

Let's go.

Go where? You and Tommy can't stay here.

We're going to put you in a hotel that
we use for protective custody.

my imagination, or are we lifting?

Oh, no. We are indeed hard on our kill
the court, sir. Leave that to

Starbridge, you're right.

Did Joe call a marine engineer, or do I
have to get into it? I don't think

that's necessary. I heard him screaming
into the phone earlier. I think he's

into it.

Now, Lee, what do you got going on the
shooter?

I'm just still trying to link a Joy
Larson to our gunman.

And?

Uh, nothing.

I mean, definitively.

Come on, give me some speculation.

Not really anything that I want to put
out there yet.

That's it?

Well, don't worry, boss. I mean, I'm on
the trail.

Okay.

Uh, Harvey.

No detours.

Good.

Let me help you in the tent.

There you go.

That's loose.

What?

There you go.

Where the hell's the marine plumber?

Vegas. Vegas?

Yeah, you didn't sign authorization.

Oh, that's great. That's just great.

We're taking on water. The bilge pump
isn't working. Hey, I called the guy.

Won't come out without a P .O.

The rail's going down now to take a
look.

All right, Ronnie, I want you to call a
plumber, any plumber, get this fixed, or

say that's a direct order. I'll sign
whatever you want.

Okay?

Here you go, Lieutenant.

You're welcome.

Hello, Inspector.

Hi. Oh, excuse me, Lieutenant.

Congratulations on your promotion.

Do I know you?

We've met.

I'm looking for Captain Bridges.

Oh, you're Betty Ann. I remember you.
I'm looking for Captain Bridges now.

I'm taking care of Nick.

You see him?

Hoskins?

Hoskins?

Hoskins? Yeah.

See whether the Captain can see Betty
Ann?

Right away, sir.

Here, just sleep in.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

Joe, this is getting ridiculous.

Is there some process by which we
abandon ship?

This is not the Titanic.

Everything that's going to be fine is
going to be repaired.

You know, you obviously need help. Why
don't you hire an assistant?

Yeah, like how can I do that?

Well, maybe you can't, but Nash can.
He's the captain.

Every captain has an assistant.

It's built into the budget. Look, it's
right here. It's in section 33.

It's like executive assistant to the
captain or something.

Is there somebody who can help us manage
all the paperwork?

Yeah, all you have to do is post the
job.

So you may live.

No problem. It's too cold to swim in
here.

All right, we're cool. We'll get it.

Captain, I'll see you now.

See you later. Good luck.

Thank you very much.

I thought a progress report was in
order.

Well, you could have phoned that one in.

I took the liberty of documenting the
apartment with my digital camera.

Before and after, I dusted, folded,
mopped, and polished.

Yes, there's a picture of my wall.

Oh, yes, I washed the walls, too.

I had no idea you could wash concrete
walls.

True, you usually can't do it well
unless you use a dilution of

hydrocylindromagnesium. I wear gloves.
Don't worry, no noxious fumes.

I'd never do anything to compromise the
health of your father.

Oh, yeah, look, there's a picture of him
smiling.

That was right after I gave him a 90
-minute homeopathic massage.

Betty Ann, that's above and beyond the
call of duty. Thank you.

Don't thank me.

It's a privilege.

We're cut from the same cloth, Captain.

We live to serve.

One last thing, Captain. If it fits into
your schedule, I'd like to make dinner

for you and Nick tonight.

You cook, too?

Cook? I got my diploma from Le
Chamberlain in Paris.

I know my way around a saucepan,
Captain.

Excuse me, the file you wanted?

Oh, yes, that file. I want that file.
Thank you very much. Perfect.

Could you help Betty Ann out to the
front door, please? No need. I know this

barge like the back of my hand.

And I'll give the lieutenant that
information.

Thank you. Bye -bye.

How do you like your escargot prepared,
Captain?

Um, you tell me.

Light on the garlic, heavy on the
butter.

Am I right?

I've got a preliminary copy of the
court's phone record.

Someone made a call from here either
before or directly after the murder.

Whoever it was called you.

Guys, give me a couple of minutes.
That's okay. Tommy, please go with the

officer. Sir Red, I need to talk to your
mom alone.

It's okay.

Go ahead. There you go. It's all right.

What's the matter?

Chase, I know you're Susan's mater.

You called me from Ron Sikora's office.

You were hiding in the back when he was
murdered, so you called me. And then you

broke the glass in the door, and you
left. And that's how you cut your hand.

Now, who killed him?

It was Ryan's younger brother, Nelson.

Why did he kill him?

He was looking for me.

What for?

He thinks I made Ryan do the bombing.

He blames me for everything, including
Ryan getting murdered in prison.

And is he right?

No.

I didn't have anything to do with the
bombing. I didn't agree with it, and I

wasn't there.

Whose body did they find in 1972?

A French exchange student who was
hanging around with our group.

Susan, innocent people don't hide their
identities. Innocent people don't run.

Harvey, don't be naive.

The munitions company was the biggest
employer in the town.

Are you forgetting what the political
climate was back then?

You think I would have gotten a fair
trial?

I swear on Tommy's life, I had nothing
to do with that bombing.

I have never committed an act of
violence.

Ever.

You told me downstairs you want to see
me?

Mm -hmm.

I have the Joy Larkin and Susan Mader
file here in front of me.

It's interesting stuff.

Although I'm wondering why I'm reading
it as opposed to hearing about it.

I want to get all the facts.

Yeah, me too, Harvin. When I don't get
them fully, it leaves a bad taste in my

mouth.

Now, I'm not going to tell you how to do
your job. You know how to do your job.

But I am going to ask you, what job is
it that you're doing?

I think she's innocent, Nash.

Well, if you think she's innocent, then
that's all we should be talking about.

I get it.

Let's not do this again.

You wanted to see me?

Get Regina in here.

I want to catch this bastard.

You got it.

Three suitcases and a big bag of stuff.

What? It's right behind you, right over
there.

That was delicious, Betty Ann.

There's more.

Oh, no, no, no.

We're... Stuffed? Yeah.

I think I was stuffed about 700 calories
ago.

That's interesting.

Most people relate to food in terms of
aromas, flavors, likes, dislikes. You

relate to it in terms of math.

Why is that?

Betty Ann, it was just a figure of
speech.

Just another way of saying I'm full.

But there are four courses to go.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

You've had a long day.

I think we can handle it from here.

No, really.

It's fine. We're fine.

You sure?

Yeah.

Go. Thank you.

Dismissed. Yes.

Well, I'll clean all this up when you
guys go to bed.

Good night, then. Good night.

going to work out.

Happy family.

A little Nelson Collins irony.

Yep, it's him.

Okay, reply as follows.

Found Joy Larson.

Call if you want to make a deal.

Sounds like a cop wrote it. Mind if I
put it in my own words?

Fine.

Okay, $30 ,000. You tell them what Joy
Larson is, and we clear on this plan.

No, let's go over it another 15 times.

What, do you think I'm an amateur? I
just want to make sure you get it all

firmly imprinted in that hard little
head of yours. Honey, I got it before

even said it. All right, then stick to
it, and don't call me honey.

Regina Adams.

Hey, what kind of deal you got in mind?

$50 ,000, and I tell you where the real
Joy Larson is. $50 ,000?

That's a lot of money.

Yeah, murder's expensive and going
higher. Whoa, look, it's up to 60 now.

All right, all right, I'll give you the
50. Just tell me where she is.

Well, what do you got?

Not a damn thing, that case, but thanks
for coming.

Stop! Police!

Right there!

Police! No!

Wait! No, you know that he's there!

She deserves to die! She ruined my
family! Wait!

No, you have to get her! Shut up! Hey!

It's over.

am i still here suzanne listen two
distinct blood types were found in ryan

collins car back in 72 okay the car he
drove away in after the bombing now the

theory has always been that somebody was
injured in that blast and escaped with

him a blood test would rule you out

and i'm hoping

you'll do it voluntarily but if we have
to

We can use this from Sikora's office.

Nobody was supposed to get hurt.

They did.

Lied to me at every turn.

Mom?

Harvey, don't take my son away from me,
please.

I'm sorry.

Later, you're under arrest.

This is Marie and Joan, social services.
They're taking care of Tommy. Tommy!

Hey, Bob.

Hey. Just found this.

Going through microfilm yesterday.

That was taken at an anti -war rally the
day after I got my lottery number. This

kid, Joey Moretti, knew him since about
third grade.

He ended up going to NOM, never coming
back.

What was your number?

30... No, 27.

So you didn't have to go, did you?

Thank God.

War ended before I got called up.

I don't know, man.

Turbulent times again.

Yeah, and then we grew up.

Yeah.

We did.