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And that's my best host of Mandarin, so
there.

All this time I thought that other
language he was speaking was Spanish.

Unfortunately, there's no monthly pay
bonus for learning the language you were

born with. Hey, I figured, why should
Nash be the only one who gets a pay bump

for learning what I assume is very
little Chinese?

Oh, you assume, huh?

Well, since you're doing the ordering,
why don't you get some more of that

thought? Oh, okay.

He said they're out of it.

I think you better leave a big gift.

Yeah.

Yeah, Tommy Luck.

I saw him when he came in.

Joe, why don't you go over there and ask
him how many people he killed this

week? I haven't learned how to count
that high in Mandarin yet.

We'll get the little weasel one day.

All things in due time.

He's looking for something. He thinks
Tommy Luck has it.

Hiya.

SFPD. Listen, we're having a nice little
dinner right back over there at that

table, and you gentlemen are
interrupting the flow. So what I'm going

is that you put those toys back in your
pants and go back to your tea and

cooking.

Now.

I'm assuming that you don't have a
permit for those weapons, right?

That's what I thought. Put them away,
girl.

You have no say here.

This is Chinatown.

Are you threatening me?

Take it any way you want.

Well, I usually take my Chinese.

Now, do you want to go for a little ride
downtown?

Best I can figure.

You should go over there and pick up
that check and skedaddle.

Move along.

Hey, listen, I figured out what it is I
ordered for dinner last night. It's not

a pretty thing.

Mm -hmm. Well, I guess you noticed that
I stayed with rice and vegetables.

I mean, what kind of languages are there
where intestines and chicken fried

steak are basically the same word? I
mean, they'll give and take.

Apparently one that not everyone can
speak.

Good morning, David.

Last night you told me that Tommy Luck
has something that belongs to you.

What is it?

Come again?

Said he has nothing to say.

Well, he's not in system, Nash. He had
no warrants, no arrest. He's here on a

student visa from the People's Republic
of China.

Issued in 89.

Year of the protest in Tiananmen Square.

Mr. Chung was fingerprinted in order to
work at the Big Brothers of Chinatown?

What's it going to be, David?

Going to help us out here?

What's the beef between you and Tommy
Luck?

If you don't talk to me, I'm going to
have to lock you up.

You walk a shot.

Okay.

Do me a favor. Call Jim Budris over at
the State Department.

Find out if he knows anything about this
kid.

Okay, well, you know, tonight I'm
working on the, you know, with the

Special detail.

All right.

Rotational duty.

One more thing. Wait a minute. Listen
up, guys. New departmental policy.

Well, it's new. We just haven't observed
it until now.

All officers in high -stress units are
now required to visit the police

psychiatrist once a year. High -stress
mother damn memo.

Appointments begin immediately.

Can I get a note from my doctor?

I dated a shrink once. Yeah, so did I.
Well, yeah, maybe it was the same guy.

Five words for the shrink. Joke.

I thought you'd enjoy that.

Ronnie, take this kid back to the
cooler.

Joke. You want to pull his backpack out
of lockup? Let's go through it, see if

we can find out anything else about this
guy.

Yeah, sure.

Like the hat?

Yeah, thanks. I've got one in green and
blue.

What do you got there?

Your new name's Henry Jones.

You were born and raised in Northern
California. You got a social security

credit report, work.

Residential history for the last 10
years. They never go back any further

that.

A lot of nice bands on your jacket
there. I miss all that.

Yeah. Well, keep the images pure in your
mind. Don't go to any of those revival

tours.

That'll be $3 ,000.

All righty.

But first, can you tell me what I should
do with this old ID?

Sociology term paper.

Chess club. Could this guy be any more
of a Boy Scout?

It could be J .J.

I mean, you know, if I was Chinese and
he was in your chest and didn't want to

drop out of college.

Yeah, but J .J. doesn't go around
pulling guns on anybody.

Well, that's part of the problem. He
doesn't do much of anything.

You could think something being too easy
on him. I don't know.

Ah, he's young. He'll figure it out.

I don't know what's up with kids
nowadays, Nash. I mean, when I was his

was married. I'd been to the academy. I
was on my way, you know.

Different times, brother.

Tell you what, I wouldn't want to do it
again, would you? Only if I could do it

better.

Cal Asian fabric. Isn't that Tommy Lux's
front?

Bertha Holkenstein.

Who's that?

Let's find out.

As you were, men.

Evan. Lisa, what are you doing here?

You think stuffed mushroom caps fall out
of the sky?

You made those? They're excellent.

I didn't know you were such good pals
with our new mayor.

Oh, yeah, we go way back to right around
2 p .m. when we were first introduced.

Part of the mayor's security detail.

Is everything safe and sound right
there? Everything's extremely safe.

Extremely sound.

These are the habanero peppers. I
finished sweating.

Oh, I better.

Yeah, yeah, I understand. Sweaty oven
hose. I get that all the time.

Why don't you stop by later?

So you have no idea why we find your
name in David Tum's backpack, huh?

But I know a performance artist named
Donald Monk.

I can't tell the difference between
David Chung and Donald Monk.

How about Tommy Luck? Any dealings with
him?

Not that I remember.

Tell me again how you found me.

In the phone book.

I mean, you're the only Bertha
Halkenstein, right?

Could you turn to your left just a bit,
please?

Okay.

Now, drop trowel.

Your name can't be just Sunshine.

Would you prefer Jane Sunshine or
Sunshine Schwartz? You tell me. Sooner

later, I'm going to find out your real
ID.

Today an ID, tomorrow a barcode on your
arm. You know, I don't run into too many

people anymore with your, what shall we
say, your diehard 60s sensibility.

Could you really imprison a chick that
saw the dead at the carousel ballroom?

What do you say we get you an attorney?

So I had this dream the other night,
right? And in this dream, I get saved

drowning.

By David Hasselhoff.

Is that normal?

It could mean many things.

Yeah, well.

Anyways, he drags me up on shore, right?
And then I look up and now it changes.

It's my partner, Nash Bridges.

And he has this big -ass yellow
surfboard behind him. What do you think

dream means?

Hell.

Keep behind the wheel every once in a
while, you know.

Honk the horn.

Answer the cell phone.

Get out of the way. Are we talking about
a car here? No, it's my whole

relationship with this guy.

What guy?

Um, we have enough time here. I think
we've been here a long time.

She's a criminal, Harv. Not a new hobby.
Break her down.

Get her to lead us to all those other
criminals she's helped disappear.

That's not that easy, man. I mean, she's
been using a pretty good fake ID as far

back as we can trace.

Did you search her place?

Yeah. That's nothing incriminating.

Bring it in.

Get her talking.

Bet she's dying to open up to the right
person.

A personal chat with a woman?

That'd be too novel.

What's going on with you and Bonnie?

Oh, nothing. An overdose couldn't cure
her.

She's just, you know, mad at me because
I'm always here.

We have no time together. And, of
course, whenever I'm home and we've got

couple minutes together, she's punishing
me. And so I just want to be back here.

When was the last time you bought her
flowers, Harvey?

Last time I bought her flowers?

I don't know.

Buy her some flowers, Harvey.

Yeah, Nash.

Your birthday didn't check out, huh?

Well, I got some.

How far away are you from the port of
Oakland?

Not Bertha Holkenstein.

Bertha is a Holkenstein.

So would you, Yellow Pages?

No, Bubba, the internet.

I just keyword searched Holkenstein.

Came up with a Bavarian beer, a breed of
Austrian guinea pig, and this.

I wish I had chosen the guinea pigs.

Hey, want to sit painted and meet naked?

Not even if it's signed by Andrew Wyatt.

Whoa, dude, check it out.

Who's that? Moa Curly, I forget.

Well, now, that's rude.

My advice to you would be don't get up.

This is the last container on Tommy
Luck's manifest. What do you bet that

ever in there has something to do with
David Chung?

What do you think?

Do you want me to find the key or are
you going to pick the lock?

I'm going to pick the lock with the
super jumbo lock picker.

Can we get a translator over here? I
don't understand anything.

Mission station sent over uniforms,
speak six dialects of Chinese.

Oh, great.

Let's get translators to come right
here.

It's all in ventilation.

It's like I've been coming at it from
like a Mandarin point of view.

Yeah. Uh -huh.

Well, I'll give you a hint. Badmouth
America all you want, but there's still

hell of a lot of people dying to get
here.

Seven of them boarded the Hockenstein in
Shanghai.

They paid 15 grand for the trip. 15
grand.

Makes it look gambling operation look
puny, huh?

There's only about 15 here. Where are
the rest?

Must have been taken off the boat before
he got there.

Let's get David out here.

I got a hunch he's missing someone and
not something.

Long night, huh?

When I got into this, I thought being a
good cook was enough. It's more like

you're a general in the army.

Well, everything was great, especially
that chocolate thing. What was that?

Flandre Hartlett.

That's great.

Thank you.

Listen, would you, uh...

You want to get out of here? I got to
finish these time cards. Do you need a

lockup? No, I was thinking maybe, you
know, you and me could go back to my

for a nightcap.

As a prelude to... Nothing, whatever.

Well, we'll choose it. Nothing or
whatever.

Hopefully whatever.

I can't go on with you.

Not that it wouldn't be fun.

You paid to have someone brought over,
didn't you?

David, I'm gonna help you.

You're gonna have to trust me.

My mother.

Father boarded the ship in Shanghai.

At last, he speaks.

I knew from contacts in China that Locke
was smuggling them over.

I went to the dock to pick them up, but
they weren't there.

Locke took them somewhere.

Did you see him?

No, but I know they were on that boat.

I'm sorry.

Where I go to jail?

My sister is an assistant district
attorney.

I'll talk to her.

Will you testify against Tommy Luck?

Yes. It's going to be okay.

Oh, yeah.

That is beautiful. Look at the lay of
that dress.

It's not exactly illegal.

Carson. Tommy Luck stick his foot in his
mouth yet? So far the only thing

offensive is his taste in galore.

Well, he's got to check on those missing
boat people sooner or later.

Keep your eyes on the prize.

You got it.

I think it's time to start lighting the
fire under Tommy Luck's butt.

Yeah, what if he's got a fireproof butt?

That all depends on how big a stick of
dynamite you put under it.

You're going the wrong way, man.

I got to stop by my place and pick up
some college application forms for

Cassidy. Cassidy's in college?

Hello? Man, seems like just yesterday
she was rolling around in front of the

with a cookie in her mouth.

Wait a minute, that was Zinger. It was
yesterday.

Ladies and gentlemen, fix the elevator.

Hey! Wow, cool.

Good ball.

Where'd this come from? You didn't know?

I did not.

Got it out of the bait with a drill.

Since Arnie Bulow cracked 100 ,000, I
swore I'd top it.

Where does Arnie Bulow practice now? The
last thing.

St. Peter.

But no one else was using it, so I gave
him 100 bucks for it.

If you want me to have it, I'll take it
back.

Oh, no, no, I don't care.

I was just thinking that, you know, you
got Whitney here.

I'd take advantage of her. I would, if
you won't let me. No, no, Nick, I didn't

mean that. I meant you ought to get out
and about, you know.

Hell, I thought you were crazy about
seeing that Enola Gay exhibit down at

museum. Gone already.

Well, there's always the zoo.

Well,

I guess you guys are in couple.

Did Lisa leave some papers here for me?

Yeah.

How would you do that?

Well, I'll do it with you.

You better not tell me.

You're dreaming, Bubba.

She's my dad's nurse.

Uh -huh.

She is.

Okay, man. Hey, look. If you want me to
believe that she's your dad's nurse...

and discount all my copy instincts and
everything my eyes tell me, and believe

it, hey, I have the technology.

Good.

I didn't say she wasn't cute.

You can't go in there.

Oh, sorry, Tommy. I guess your secretary
didn't hear us knock.

This desk is a Jean -Luc Laurent
original.

It costs more than you make in a year.

In a year, huh?

You need a second gig, Bubba.

I guess so. Hey, you know what I could
do?

I could start charging 15 grand a head
for every new police recruit I bring in.

Hey, that could add up. Yeah, it could.

What do you want?

We got your buddy John downtown in a
lockup.

So we thought we'd just stop by and see
if you had anything to say before we

offer him an immunity deal.

Do you know what Chenmo is?

Yeah. The Italians call it Omerta.

The code of silence.

A mafioso would tell you his boss's
name, who he's garroted, where his

grandmother hides a rosary beads before
John would admit to you with the color

of his own eyes.

Well, you guys are tough, huh?

Well, look, we got to run, but we'll be
back.

I doubt it. Oh, I almost forgot.

I replaced your luck, luck.

Yes,

working man's dead. My goodness,
sunshine.

You are kind of a deadhead, aren't you?
Don't go fishing.

We're just talking here.

Yeah, well, you run my prints for the
FBI.

I'm not running your prints for the FBI.

I got people for that.

They won't find anything.

I remember the first time the airplane
played Fillmore. Oh, I got such a big

crush on Grace Slick that night. It was
in high school.

You didn't catch that show, did you?

That makes you think I was even around.

Yeah, I'll call you back.

Ash, I think I have a line on Sunshine.
I asked her a trick question.

She saw Airplane with Grace Flick the
first time they played film work. And?

Grace wasn't with them yet. Signe
Anderson was their vocalist then.

This girl owns all their albums, man.
She had to know.

And she thought if she corrected you, it
would tip you to what? That she lived

here in the 60s?

If the reason she needed an alias took
place right here in that era.

All right, I think you're on to
something.

Stay with it.

We got counts on David Chung.

Assault with a deadly weapon, possession
of an unlicensed handgun, and felon

public endangerment.

All of which you want the DA to ignore.

He can tie Tommy Luck to the people
smuggling.

And that's worth immunity.

If you can tie it up with hard evidence.

I can, and I will.

Send David over to the courthouse this
afternoon.

I'll handle it.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Your lips aren't moving.

It's Lisa. As in Bridges? Shh.

Have you ever seen her in her chef's
whites?

She's absolutely radiant.

Like a heat lamp?

No, no. It's more like the sun and the
moon.

You get all that from a white cotton
uniform, huh?

Well, yeah, that and plus a couple
glasses of wine, yeah.

What happened?

Well, you see, she was working at the
mayor's party, right?

And, uh, I mean, we were talking and we
were flirting and... And, uh... Nothing

happened.

Nothing is in nothing?

Well, a little less than that.

I think a little bit more.

Oh, boy.

Here's what throws me. A guy like Evan
goes on a security duty, spends two

minutes schmoozing with Lisa Bridges,
Nash's ex, Nash Bridges, acting

of SIU, and next thing you know, he's
got a full -on romance going with her.

A full -on romance?

Yeah, that's what I hear.

Sounds like you're envious.

Envious?

No. You know that scene in Star Wars
where the sand creature takes a thousand

years to digest a guy? That's humane
compared to what?

Nash would do if he caught Evan sleeping
with his ex.

What's bothering you?

Well, okay, here's what's bothering me.

Evan's a good guy. I work with him every
day, okay? I got no problem with that.

But he's not half the cop I am. I mean,
what do I have to do?

Paint a picture on my forehead?

Hey, look at me.

Maybe you should.

It's because I'm not a kick -in -the
-door type of guy.

I'm a head guy.

Does Inspector Bridges ever express his
appreciation for your work?

That's what I'm saying.

I'm not sure he realizes what I do.

Does that sound petty?

I think I'd like to recommend we book a
weekly appointment. How are Fridays for

you?

Hey, Nash, find me some magic.

Lux on the phone yelling.

Something about Chinese in a sweatshop.

Yeah, it looks like he's going to try
and move them. Did you get the number he

called? Yeah, and I read for the
address.

231 Mariposa? Not far from you. I'll
meet you there.

We've got some action on luck.

Be careful.

Let me help you with your thing.

Why Paul?

Why Paul?

You confused me with someone else.

Fifteen grand apiece, huh?

Guess this is the idea of a luxury
hotel.

Uh -oh. Something tells me they just
checked out. Right about that. You ought

see this place.

Four bunks and four sewing machines per
room and no maid service.

Look, some bigger cheese than we
thought, huh? Take their money, bring

over, make some lid, and we're going to
sweat, Chuck. Cheese.

That's not all he does.

You sure you're up for this?

Ron,

take David over to the courthouse.

We'll find your parents.

Evan. Yes, sir. Any word on the State
Department?

Yeah, Jim Rogers is standing by for a
video net conference.

I got it all hooked up. Good.

Internet video conference.

Brave new world, Bubba. Thanks.

Nash, my friend.

How's the handicap?

The ticker in the closet, Bubba. No
time.

David Chung was at Tiananmen.

At the time, his parents were publishers
of a dissonant newsletter.

And now?

They're dead.

The regional party leader, a guy named
Wai Po, had them executed.

Well, if they're dead, who's David
after?

Joe.

Why do you know that face?

His picture was in that newspaper that
we pulled out of David's backpack.

Right. What else have you got on this
guy Wai Po, Jim?

Well, he was forced from power a few
months ago.

Disappeared. There's a king's ransom on
his head in China. All right, buddy.

Thanks a lot.

I do. Thanks.

Well, but we've been had.

Why do you think you tried to seduce
your boss's ex -wife?

Have you seen her?

She's hot.

You just said she isn't your type.

Well, she isn't. She's more Nash's type,
you know.

Personally, I prefer brunettes.

So you're trying to be like Nash on the
job and now in your love life, too. Is

that what you're saying?

Well, Nash is like my mentor.

Right? And, you know, he's a great cop.
Why wouldn't I want to be like him?

What's wrong with just being who you
are?

Well, nothing, but people say I'm like
Nash was, you know, 20 years ago, so...

You want to live up to the legend.

Are you saying I have a problem?

You tell me.

Thanks, sir.

Time to come clean, Cynthia.

Cynthia?

I'm sorry, your friend's from the FBI.
They called you Cindy, right? Cindy

Rocklin. The vets had a fatal 73 draft
board bombing.

Funny thing being that they didn't know
it was unsolved.

Until you had them check it out.

Then about 100 others. Your fingerprints
matched ones on the crime scene.

It was 23 years ago.

You know what my part in that bombing
was?

To make sure no one got hurt.

I watched that Billy's routine six
nights in a row, so now I'm just a

guard.

There's a picture in the paper the next
day.

Give me a minute.

A minute.

His wife told the police they had a
fight that night.

He slept in that draft board because of
a fight with his wife.

It was a mistake.

He wasn't supposed to be there.

Two years ago.

Hi. The docket's backed up today.

New layman's postponed until tomorrow.

Inspector Bridget, I'd be free to go
today.

Sorry, I'll try to get you out of here
first thing in the morning.

Gus, David will be spending the night in
our beautiful courthouse suites, okay?

Tomorrow, I promise. Gus, have you seen
Judge Fernandez? He asked me to drop

these off.

Nick. What?

What's the matter, son? It's 3 .30 in
the morning, Nick.

What are you doing up?

Wait a minute.

We're not going fishing. That's not
today, is it? No, we're not going

Nick, we have got to work out our
schedules.

Come on.

Ever since you were a tyke, you could
sleep through an atomic blast.

What's troubling you?

Chinese kid looking for his parents.

I found this woman. She was dead. I
thought it might be his mother.

Turned out it wasn't, but... Something
funny.

He barely reacted to the dead body.

Well, not everybody wears their emotions
on their sleeve.

Yeah.

What he's got up his sleeve is what
bothers me.

Give some sleep.

Stacy Bridget.

Well,

can you find her for me?

Hey, Lise.

Hi. I'm here to see Nash.

I'm trying to pick up some papers for
Cassidy's college application.

Right, right. Look, about the other
night.

I mean, I just thought that... I think I
know what you were thinking, yes.

But... No.

Right, right.

Oh, you forgot this at the kitchen.

It's been a long time since someone with
a rented bow tie came onto me.

Well, I've been working towards full
ownership, but I think next time I'll

be Lisa.

Very cool.

Hi, Lee. Hi.

You look busy. Yeah, well... Can you
sign the forms?

Uh, yeah.

Anything I need to know?

No.

I'll see you later.

Stacey?

Nash, there's been a screw -up I just
found out.

David's gone.

Somehow he got away last night. The
bailer thought I still had him.

What?

How? What's up?

David gave Stacy the slip.

I'm sorry, Nash.

Don't worry about it. He had us all
fooled.

Let me know if there's anything I can
do.

All right, thanks, sis. Later.

Start with this apartment.

Hello. Supposed to be watching the
window.

Don't worry. I got my eye on him.

All quiet and no sign of Luck. I brought
you a latte.

Nonfat with vanilla.

You remembered.

Yeah.

What the hell?

What is it?

It's David Chung. What's he saying?

He wants to know where the sweatshop
workers are. Flash, it's David Chung.

at Luck's office.

Okay, sit tight. We're on our way.

We went for Nash, right? No time.

Bill Watt.

Greg's going to be okay.

Wake me up, Nash. Tell me this isn't
happening.

Brynn, do not second -guess yourself.

Why not? Everybody else talks.

I'll talk to her later.

That'd be good.

Think Luck's going to try and kill
David?

Yep. As soon as he figures out what
David knows.

Then we've got to find him.

So far, we've got two henchmen. One's
not talking. The other one's dead.

Moe doesn't know that Curly's not
talking.

Nash, man.

Curly's dead.

What?

Anybody ever tell you you're really
ugly?

No, I mean, what ugly?

Okay, have it your way.

Hey, Ronnie.

Hiya, Mo.

Want a cigarette?

Give me a cigarette, will you? Oh, yeah.

Curly over there, according to him,
Tommy Luck was never near the doctor.

At least to end the whole smuggling
operation on you. Start at the

okay?

Enough of that Chin Mo crap, huh, Bubba?

It's his word or yours.

If you want to take the fall for Tommy
Luck, that's up to you.

I'm thinking.

You better tell me where Tommy's hiding
those boat people.

Or your friend there's going to bury
you.

Old Tunnel.

Under Grand Street in Chinatown.

How do I get in?

There's a vacant store west side of this
street. Between Pacific and Jackson.

Go down in front.

Good boy.

Joe? Yeah?

Yeah, okay.

Yes. I want my lawyer. Bad quarter.

Excuse me. Could you tell me how to
get...

I have money set aside in Swiss account.

What if the Chinese government will pay
me to smuggle you back?

I don't think so.

So, my boy, you must be pretty clever to
escape, huh?

I hear the new ruling party leader sent
after Red Army are looking for you.

You're not too clever for me, huh?

David, don't.

I have to.

For my parents.

I'm sorry.

David, this isn't going to bring your
parents back.

What did they do to you?

Tell me!

I did what I was told.

No, you don't need to kill him!

David.

Whatever happens to this guy beyond
somebody else's conscience. Come on.

Come on. Up we go. Come on. You're all
right.

A little harder.

No, no, no. With your hip. With your
hip.

Scoop it.

Great.

Great.

I can't lift up.

How am I doing?

You got about 85 ,000 feet.

All right.

Doing great.

I'm not going to make it. You're going
to make it, Nick. You're going to make

it. Come to papa.

I did it.

I broke the record.

Hallelujah.

Thank you, Whitney.

Thank you.

Congratulations, Nick. What did you do,
Nick?

I broke the record.

I'll never have to play this damn thing
again.

Good night.

You taught him that? Yeah.

Yeah, sure. It was the only way.

He had to get the record, right?

So, you play?

I play.

How good are you?

What is your relationship like with the
people that work for you?

Good.

No problems?

We have issues.

But we generally work through them.

I respect them, and I think they respect
me.

You were involved in a shooting
yesterday.

You killed a man.

I killed a man, yes.

I also saved another man's life.

Do you want to talk about it?

What's to talk about?

You tell me.

Tommy Luck is a bad man.

And his children will no longer have a
father.

And I did that.

Like I said.

He was a bad man.

Then I went home to my father.

That's a whole other story.

My father lives with you?

Yeah. He's great.

He got this pinball machine.

And he woke me up the other morning
about 3 .30 in the morning.

Playing the damn thing.

What a pain in the ass.

At the time.

But I look back on it now and... It's a
fond memory.

Did you tell your dad what happened to
you yesterday?

Yeah.

I spare him the details.

I get the feeling that you show a lot of
concern for other people's feelings.

But you haven't told me yet how you
feel.

How do you feel?

Can you tell me how you feel, Inspector?