All language subtitles for nash_bridges_s03e19_lady_killer

Yeah.

Bridges, thank God.

Latina? Yeah, listen, Bridges, you gotta
help me.

My clock must be broken. No way you're
calling me at 4 .43 in the morning.

Well, I'm in trouble.

You bet your ass you are.

Hold on, Rick.

Bridges, no.

Rick, somebody's in my place. Hold on.

Bridges, wait. Wait a second.

Before I talk myself into justifiable
homicide, you have exactly one minute to

explain what the hell you're doing here.

I didn't know if I should call or come
over.

You haven't explained yet, Rick.

It'd be best if I showed you.

So there I was at a Victoria's Secret
catalog.

She had garter belts, lingerie, stiletto
heels.

And then the phone rang.

I didn't call you. Of course you didn't.
I gave you the wrong number.

What's up, Nathan?

When I figure it out, you'll be the
second to know.

I didn't do this.

What didn't you do?

I just didn't know who else to call.

All right, Rick, that's enough. That's
it.

What is going on? Tell me right now.

Here.

She's dead.

I know. That's what I've been trying to
tell you.

So?

What happened?

I don't know. I woke up.

She was dead.

I think I'm gonna puke.

Dead girl in bed with Bettina?

Has to be a suicide.

I've seen Bettina go down in flames.

It wasn't quite the thrill I thought it
was going to be.

No, if he did it, which dance should I
do? A jazz? A waltz?

Do you really believe that Rick is
capable of bringing a girl home and

her? I can't get past the picking up a
girl part, man.

Okay, what do we got? The M .E. put
cause of death as blunt force trauma to

head.

Any murder weapon?

Haven't got it yet.

Well, that's something.

What about signs of forced entry?

Nope. Only ones here are Bettina and the
girl.

Doesn't look good for our buddy Rick.

No, he certainly does not look like the
sweet steaks when they're in this one.

First, what are you doing here?

Working. Oh, no, Nash is working this
case.

This is homicide, not SIU.

I called Nash.

And I called homicide.

It's a homicide case, Rick. How are you,
Dexter?

Ask me after I've had a cup of coffee.

Don't worry about it.

Hey, Joe. Hey, Dex. So you landed a
homicide, huh?

Yeah.

After Bettina fired me, I was able to
pull a transfer.

Hey, I didn't fire you. It was a
downsizing thing. No hard feelings,

We better get a formal statement.

Why don't we go grab a seat?

Why don't you grab some clothes?

What are we doing here?

We're going slow. That's what we're
doing.

I'm not turning Rick over to homicide
until I find out what the hell's going

here. I'll make some coffee. Good idea.
Make it strong.

Rick, sit there.

Okay.

Let's hear it.

Her name is Elizabeth, uh, Braley.

I met her last night at the Milky Way.

And before last night, you had never
seen her before. You were perfect

strangers.

Well, during the ecstasy of sexual
congress, it's hard to remain perfect

strangers, but, uh, yeah, for all
intents and purposes, yeah.

Oh, okay.

Let's go back to the bar.

Exactly what happened?

I sit down next to her.

Buy her a couple of drinks, you know.
We're having a good time. She'll go back

to my place. We have a few more drinks.

And then, you know, things led to
things.

Things led to things, like?

Hifting led to groping. Groping led to
mattress time.

Arguing led to a fight.

It led to the girl ending up dead.

Well, I didn't kill her.

So it was an accident.

You two got all heated up.

Then she changed her mind.

Put on the brakes.

That pissed you off.

That's not what happened. That is, I
told you what happened. Now, I went to

sleep. I woke up. She was dead. That is
the truth. It's the truth.

He says that's the truth.

Come on, Rick.

You didn't really fall asleep.

What are you saying?

What are you saying? You're saying I'm a
suspect here?

Uh... Hold on.

Could we chat a second?

Sit down.

Aren't you hitting this a little hard,
Dex?

He admits being with her.

He cannot account for his time.

There's no sign of anyone else being
there.

Looks like a slam dunk to me.

Nothing but net.

Oh, man.

Doesn't this look awfully easy to you?

What do you mean?

He's a cop.

If he was guilty, he'd be smarter about
looking innocent.

Nash, if he looks like a dog, barks like
a dog, I have to call in the dog.

Don't leave town.

I am his primary? What did he just tell
you? What did he say?

He said he's going to do his job, Rick.
Oh, come on. He's not impartial. The guy

hates me. He wants to bury me.

Impartial? What do you think this looks
like, Rick? All right. All right. I know

that it looks bad. I know it looks bad,
but I'm telling you right now, I did not

kill that girl. I didn't do it.

Please, Nash, you've got to help me
clear my name.

It's a homicide case, Nash. Oh, no, no,
no. Forget homicide. You forget that

chain of command crap.

You're the best cop I know. If anybody
can find a real killer, it's you.

Rick, I'm not... Nash.

Please.

Nash, you're my best friend.

Your best friend?

Actually, my only friend.

Oh, well, Rick, look, really... Nash, I
know I'm an ass. I know I'm overbearing,

and I know, and okay, I'll admit for
everyone, everyone can hear me that I

got this job out of nepotism. Fine,
there, I said it, and I know what you

of me.

And even if you don't like me, you know
me, and that has got to be worth

something. Please, Nash, please.

Please help me. Please do something.

Well, I didn't understand that you were
helping.

Oh, yeah, sorry. I was wondering why God
chose me for this penance. Can you help

me?

Okay, Rick, I'll see what I can do.
Okay.

Thanks, man. I appreciate it. You don't
even know. Call me if you hear anything.

So we're going to help him?

Um... Well, despite everything, I don't
think he's guilty.

What did he say to you?

Trust me.

You don't want to know?

Ever.

What do you got?

Well, the mystery begins.

The victim's name was Amber Blake.

No, no, no, no. Bettina said her name
was Elizabeth Braley.

I mean, contrary to his account, she
wasn't a pickup. She was a hooker of the

high -class variety.

Maybe you had a coupon.

Two arrests, both times. Fail was posted
by Vanessa. Peer point.

All right, you take the victim, we'll
take Vanessa.

Not literally for her yet.

Maybe I can meet my wife for breakfast
and remember what she looks like.

So, darling, I'm sorry I'm late.

Joe? Mm -hmm?

When was the last time you bought me
chocolate?

You said not to. I said they made you
fat.

I said they make you fat.

Same, different.

Why, would you like me to buy you some
chocolate, dear?

All right.

All right, thanks. All right, Bill.

with these chocolates. Uh, they were a
gift for an informant. She gave us some

real valuable information. Let's just do
a thank you.

Nash kicked in half.

Good for you, Nash.

What's up?

Hey.

What, what?

Credit card.

What?

7 ,000?

What?

These aren't...

We don't even have these credit cards.
Then why is your name on them?

I don't know.

Oh, my God, I've been cloned.

What? Somebody stole my identity and
used them to apply for credit cards.

Why would they do that?

For money.

They go out and they buy these big
ticket items and they turn around and

them for cash. It's a big scam.

Big ticket items?

Yeah.

Like lingerie, chocolate, flour,
expensive restaurant,

hotel room.

No, no, wait, wait, wait. I've often
thought about what I would do if you

cheated.

It's not enough.

Honey, nothing happened. I'm being
defrauded, that's all. Who's been

defrauded?

She thinks that you're having an affair?

That is what you said.

Well, uh, are you, Bubba?

Please, Gino Ninger.

I'd have a greater chance of surviving
than to jump off the Golden Gate Bridge.

Apparently somebody has cloned my credit
ID.

Oh, yeah, that can happen.

Hey, it happens.

Hey, no, no, no. Do I get the guy who
buys 10 airplane tickets and 40

appliances? No, no, no. I get Mr. Romeo.

You're kidding me. He's not after the
money?

Apparently not. He's using my identity
to become a chick magnet.

Oh, I can't wait to meet this guy.

Oh, you're not going to want to see this
guy after I get done with him.

If you'd like to give me your credit
card number.

Good afternoon, ladies.

Hi, Nash. Hi.

Hi, Flo. Hi.

Hi, Carol.

Hey, Nash.

Vanessa, how are you?

Yeah, it's been a while.

What can I do for you?

Amber Blake is dead.

She's dead? What happened?

Well, that's what we're trying to find
out.

Was she working last night?

Yeah, I set it up for them to meet at
the Milky Way at around 10.

Who's the client?

Rick Bettina.

He lied.

He hired a hooker. That doesn't make him
a murderer.

I can't believe you're standing up for
him.

What can I tell you? I got a weak butt
for mutt.

There's no smoke in here. Put that out.
Says who?

Says me.

What's the matter? Are you sensitive to
smoke?

Why don't you light up? Then you'll find
out how sensitive I can be.

Smart. Very smart.

Wow, tough guy.

No friend making mood today.

You are.

If that was.

So you're looking for your dad?

No, I'm looking for you.

Really? Yeah, I know it's extremely last
minute, but what are you doing tonight?

Are you free?

You mean like for a date?

Well, actually, my friend Jenny, she's
on break from school. She's setting me

with this guy, and I thought the four of
us could go out together.

Okay, I see no problem with that.

Right. My place at 8 o 'clock.

Cool. Great.

See ya.

Hey, Daddy. Hey, Joe.

Hey, Cass.

Bye, Daddy. Bye, Joe.

Was that my daughter?

Yeah. Sweet kid. She gets to know her.
Loves her.

Bridges, I'm here. What's up?

Hang right there, Rick.

Rick, you lied to us.

About what?

We had a chat with Vanessa Pierpoint.

She runs Amber Blake's social calendar.

And who's Amber Blake?

Amber Blake. Elizabeth.

The girl you were with was a hooker,
Rick.

And Bonanza tells us that you bought it.
No way, no, that, no way. I picked that

girl up legit, and I'm telling you
something, she was coming on to me.

Surprising how friendly girls will be
for cash, huh?

Now, what is he doing here?

Party's over.

Recognize this, Rick?

Yeah, that's my police league bowling
trophy.

I found it in a dumpster near his house.

It has hair and scalp tissue from the
victim.

Patina's prints are all over it. Well,
of course my prints are all over it.

my bowling trophy.

Yes, it is a dog.

You're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say in canon will be used
against you.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you do not afford an attorney, I will
be afforded to you.

You got the guy in bed with the dead
prostitute. You got his bloody

on the murder weapon.

That's all a jury needs.

Do you ever consider that you found that
trophy in the dumpster because somebody

wanted you to?

When I was 10 years old, my father could
track a deer in any kind of weather.

My father's father was famous for
tracking horses over a rock.

His father was greatly feared by his
enemies.

Gosh, I love that stuff.

Where's the motive?

I'll get a motive, and when I do, he's
gone.

Sounded like sending your kid off to
summer camp, huh?

Yeah, except camp.

Your roommate doesn't shave his back.

Don't suppose that had anything to do
with unpaid parking tickets?

Hello, mother, hello, father, hello,
warden.

What do you got?

I spoke to Amber Blake's roommate. She
said that Amber was from Las Vegas,

and worked there same time as Bettina.
Oh, that's great, but you forgot the

goodness. Because there isn't any unless
you're not a Bettina fan.

Yes? Did Rick... happened to mention
having any kind of appointment last

Said he got to the Milky Way about 8,
went back to his place about 11.

Not according to this. He had a steady
appointment every Wednesday night for

last six months.

3731 10th Street, 9 p .m.

You tell one lie, you gotta tell
another.

It just keeps on going, man.

Even Rick would have covered his tracks
better than that.

Excuse me, are we talking about the same
evidence here? I'll let you know when I

see some.

So twice.

Now we were alone in the laundry room.

I sort of pretended to ignore the fact
that he was there, but I could feel my

pulse starting to quicken.

I took a deep breath and tried to act
nonchalant, but... Please have a seat

we'll have a break in just a minute.

I was at a washer.

He was at a dryer.

It was an accident that we touched,
but...

It caused something inside of me to
explode.

I grabbed him, kissing, stroking.

I brought his hands up to my breath.

We did it three times before my clothes
hit the spin cycle.

Are you sure about the wedding dress?

Hey, it's okay, Kathy.

Fighting an addiction is never a one
-time battle. That's why we're all here.

Now, Ted brought crumb cake, so let's
take five, okay? Good job.

Hi. Welcome. I'm Rachel. Joe Dominguez,
SFPD.

Can we talk to you for a minute in
private?

Sure.

We could just move over.

Sorry.

Are you okay?

You want to sit down? No.

I'm sorry. I should explain. I'm in
recovery myself.

You are?

Yes. We all are.

From what?

Sex.

The term is sexual compulsive.

And I'm on the wagon six months.

Oh.

Have you tried marriage?

That pretty much accomplishes the same
thing.

Well, we were here wondering if you have
a member of your group named Rick

Bettina. I'm sorry, we don't disclose
the names of members.

Yeah, I understand. This is a very
serious matter, Rachel.

We're investigating a murder.

And I would like to know if Rick Bettina
was here last night.

Yes.

Yes, he was.

Rick is here every week.

He suffers from a very high level of
addiction.

Bettina.

Bettina is a sexaholic?

I don't know whether to feel sorry or
proud.

I'm feeling nauseated.

What is that, like, lie number five or
six?

Well, would you admit it if you were a
sexual compulsive?

Are you getting some kind of perverse
kick out of playing devil's advocate

Well, I'll tell you one thing.

The weirder this thing gets, the more
curious I get.

As soon as we find pictures, I'm out of
here.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hey, Rick, how's jail?

As advertised.

You're at the end of your rope, Rick.

Oh, I know. I'm home, right?

You want to tell us about your sexual
addiction or anything else you

conveniently left out? Because this
could be our last meeting.

Okay.

For some reason, picking up women is
something I'm good at. I'm not proud of

These are Earth women we're talking
about, right?

Believe me, I don't understand it
either.

Lately, it's become a real obsession
with me. You know, with this group, it's

good. You know, they say it's all about
anxiety and self -esteem.

Rick, you know that sexual obsession
is...

exactly the kind of motive that Birdsong
is looking for. I know, I know. How am

I going to tell you this? I couldn't
tell you. What do you say? Hey, Nash,

what? I have to have sex four or five
times a day. If I don't get it, I go

crazy.

Sometimes I feel like I'm going to go
crazy even if I do get it.

Four or five times a day? You wouldn't
even believe the bars I've been to, the

kinky clubs, the swinging singles
parties.

We're defining day as like a 24 -hour
period day. I was afraid if you knew the

real me, you'd like me even less than
you already do.

Rick?

From now on, every word out of your
mouth better be the God's honest truth

we're out of here. You got it?

I understand. I got it. I'm sorry. I'm
sorry. Okay.

The victim, Amber.

Did you know she was from Las Vegas?

God, no, Nash. I didn't. I swear to God.
I had no idea. I've never seen her

before. Not even as a cop?

She waitress at the Tango Lagoon.

No. I mean, I know the Tango Lagoon.
It's a casino. I've been in there.

I've never seen her, I swear. I'm
telling you the truth.

Now, Rick, listen to me.

Somebody is trying to frame you.
Probably somebody you know. Probably

Vegas. Now, what, besides you, hires
Amber to the Tango Lagoon in Vegas?

I don't know.

Think. All right, okay, okay.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

You're onto something.

Hallelujah.

Griffin Trent.

Who's Griffin Trent?

Joe, he's a big casino owner in Vegas.
He owns a Tango Lagoon.

All right. A couple years ago, while I
was skip tracing, his son, you know, he

skipped bail on a felony hit and run. I
tracked him down.

Oh, huh. Well, Griffin Trent, that son
of a... He offers me 10 ,000 bucks to

the kid go. I say, no, I turn him in.
Well, the kid pulls a nickel. I mean, he

pulls a full five -year sentence.

Griffin Trent's behind this.

He wants some kind of revenge.

You look after yourself, all right?

Dominguez. Hey, Joe, it's Evan. Listen,
we got another hit on one of your credit

cards at a woman's clothing boutique at
5717 Union Street.

Okay, thanks, Evan.

Uh, Nash, my evil twin just broke on
Union Street. Do you mind if I go? Go.

Hi, uh,

SFPD?

Uh, you had a customer in here earlier
making charges in the name of Joe

Dominguez? Annabelle?

No.

Oh, yes. Awesome guy. Why?

Well, it turns out awesome guy is a
crook. You see, I'm the real Joe

You.

No.

Excuse me?

See, Joe Dominguez was handsome, suave,
warm, funny, incredibly sweet.

He's no crook.

Well, I got a newsflash for you, honey.

I'm Joe Dominguez.

Now, I need to see a credit slip or a
phone number or address or anything like

that he might have left.

Sorry.

All right, give me a description of the
guy.

Can't remember.

No, no, you're going to remember, honey,
and you're going to remember right now.

You got me?

See, the real Joe Dominguez would never
act like you.

Either way, I cannot believe you.

I can't believe you're violating our
agreement.

And which agreement might that be? You
made a solemn pledge that if I helped

get your badge back, you would remain
celibate for a full month.

A, I cannot believe that you're marking
the calendar, and B, I have been true to

our agreement.

So what's going on tonight?

It's a double date, Harv, not an orgy.

It's been nice knowing you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second here.
What are you talking about? You and

Cassidy, my friend. Dangerous alchemy.

Excuse me, I'll come up. Oh, please,
Gavin. It's plain as day where this is

going. Harvey, you're wrong, and I don't
think you've ever been more wrong. I

doubt that I am.

I don't know, ma 'am.

Hi,

Inger. Hello, Nash. Where's Joe?

He's running down a lead on his credit
card fee. Good. Can we talk?

Um, sure.

Look, Nash, I want to know what is going
on here.

You want the truth?

Yes.

You know the truth.

Joe could not be more faithful to you.
He couldn't be more in love with you.

And Lucia, forget about it. Don't even
get me started.

I want to believe you, Nash. If he was
cheating on you, he'd be cheating on me.

And then I'd have to kick his ass.

Thank you.

He couldn't be more faithful to you in
every way.

Could someone point me to Joe Dominguez?

He's not in right now.

Can I help you?

Just tell him Julio and I came by.

Julio. That's what I'm naming the baby.

Hey, Gary.

Hi, honey.

What's up?

Perhaps you two should take a moment to
get your story straight.

Run.

Don't walk.

You better have a seat.

Our man, Griffin Trent, he and we tangle
the good and bad. This is the Casbah

and Ringo, and he's building two more in
Laughlin. He currently resides in San

Francisco because he's trying to sell
the legislature on gambling in our fair

state. Is he clean?

Well, now, that's compared to whom.

He's been or is being investigated on
racketeering, assault, union busting,

he's never been indicted or convicted.

What about the son?

Oh, he was killed in a prison
altercation two weeks ago.

That's something. And, brother, it's
been a long drought.

Junior gets whacked after Bettina puts
him in jail and Dad wants payback?

We work that until we can find something
else. I'll be in here throwing up. Oh,

it's a drama -mean kind of day.

Sweat a lot.

What?

Sweat a lot.

It's nice.

Leave me alone.

No, no, no, no. It's good to meet
another woman.

It's sad that you are.

You sweat.

They got gills.

They don't need to.

Oh, this is just a dream. This isn't
happening. It's a dream.

It's just a dream.

Wake up.

Wake up.

You're very dry.

You don't get up in my face like that.

I don't like dry. You don't like dry.

Hey, hey, hey, come on.

Hey,

hey, hey, come on.

He fugitized?

Oh, man. All right, meet me back at the
SIU.

What do they say?

One step forward, two steps back?

This guy Bolton, y 'all, back him up.

Unbelievable. I'm sure he thinks it's
his only shot.

Look, nobody ever accused me of being
the president of the Rick Bettina fan

club, but I can see Nash's point.

Suppose somebody...

did frame Bettina. Who?

How about Griffin Trent?

The Vegas guy?

Yeah. Bettina put Trent's kid behind
bars.

Trent's kid gets murdered behind bars.

Trent had motive.

Right.

Trent, I know, doesn't pussyfoot around.

If he went after Bettina, Bettina would
be on a hook hanging from the door.

I think he's smarter than that.

How hard can it be, Dex?

Look, Trent hires a killer. The killer
hires a girl. The girl goes to the bar,

waits for Bettina to pick her up, and he
does.

They go back to his house. She don't
when he passes out.

She gets up, opens the door for the
killer, only she doesn't realize until

late that she's the real victim, huh?

Why don't you include an alien abduction
in there somewhere?

Hey, man, we're going to jump all over
this.

Do you want to get on it, or what do you
want to do?

Sinking ships, not my style.

Okay, here's the mission.

We gotta find Bettina.

You think Bettina's gonna go after
Trent? That's our best bet.

Harv, get out there. If Bettina shows,
glue him to something and call me.

Find me more on Trent.

The top dogs don't usually get their
paws dirty. So find out who his other

mongrels are.

I wanna know where they were last night.
This is my personal file. Everything in

the green.

Got it. On it with a vengeance.

What? My evil twin checked into the Pan
Pacific in the penthouse, sweet. Nobody

told me about the... Who took this
message?

Take Evan and go.

I don't need Evan.

It's not you that I'm worried about.

Evan takes file with you.

Come on, Evan. I'm going to introduce
this wannabe to the real thing.

Squish? Yep.

What are you doing?

I was going to knock.

You don't have to knock. It's my suite,
remember?

Oh, yeah.

Malik. Okay, ladies, we're not here for
you. We're looking for Joe Dominguez.

Is he in trouble?

You have no idea.

I'll go get him. No, no, no. I'll find
him myself.

Put that out.

I'll say one thing. I'm not in the mood,
okay?

Sorry, sorry.

Okay, now I'll try to work the shoulder
muscles a little bit.

Come on, get out of here.

Hey, man, who the hell...

No, no, no, no. The question is, who are
you?

I'm Joe Dominguez. You know what? That
was the wrong answer.

Now, before you try that answer again, I
want you to look at my face, okay?

Look really deep into my eyes. Now, you
see the venom there?

You see the anger?

Now, you've got to ask yourself, who in
this whole wide world would have so much

hostility for little old you, huh?

You're Joe Dominguez.

That's right, tonto.

And you're busted.

So I scanned your credit card. You're
only liable for 50 bucks.

No skin off your ass.

No skin off my ass.

How'd you like me to massage the back of
your head with my foot?

Listen to your chuckles, okay? Forget
that you're committing a crime, okay?

Forget that you have zero morality,
okay?

There's a principle involved here.

I'm me, and you're not, okay? And I
spent my whole life working to be Joe

Dominguez. You got it?

Yeah. Even if I am a class you're using,
you are.

Hey, fake Joe.

You're lucky, pal.

I could have had my wife come up here.

Oh, jeez.

So, how do you like it at Stanford?

Oh, it's great.

Only problem is I'm so focused on
keeping my grade point out that I hardly

any social life. Oh, I can't wait to get
to Cal.

We're going to be sharing an apartment.

Unless I'm moving to the dorms. I
haven't decided yet.

So, um, how do you two know each other?

I haven't worked with my dad.

Yeah, I'm a cop.

That is so cool.

Seriously, I think that is such an
amazing job. We watch Cops all the time

school.

Really?

Yeah, so you two have known each other
for a while, huh? Yeah, we went on this

ill -fated date in ninth grade.

What a disaster that was.

Awkward small talk over bad Chinese food
at the mall.

I decided we were better off as friends.

Yeah, you decided.

First dates can be so... Incredibly
awkward.

You look great, by the way.

Thanks. So do you.

Who's hungry?

Let's eat.

You know, I've had dates with South
before, but never quite that fast.

Yeah, I know. I mean, Jeff and Jenny
have known each other for years, and

suddenly tonight they've realized
they're soulmates.

Well, you never know where love's going
to strike, right?

Listen, I gotta get going.

I had a good time anyway.

Yeah, me too.

So, you want to go running tomorrow?
Maybe Golden Gate Park? Uh, sure.

What...

Wait

a second.

What was that?

I don't know.

I gotta go.

So, how are things going at the Casa de
Dominguez?

I'm still in Ingrid's doghouse.

Even though we caught the guy?

Hey, man, I showed her his mugshot. I
showed her his statement.

I did everything but give her a
multimedia presentation.

So what's the problem?

I don't know. She's still pissed off at
me.

I mean, she knows that I'm not having an
affair. That's the cool part. It's just

that I... Uh, women.

Well, you know that Inger saw all those
credit card receipts for all that

romantic stuff, right? You know, maybe
she's wishing that the real Joe

was a little bit more like the fake Joe
Dominguez.

Since when did you turn into Ann
Landers?

Joe, can I be honest with you for a
second?

Well, I have a feeling you're going to
anyway, so shoot.

Okay, look, everybody knows how your
life has changed since Lucia came into

world, right? I mean, first there was
the colic, then there was the nurse

then there was that whole school fiasco.

You know, and everybody knows now that
Lucia's even sleeping in your bed with

you guys. I mean, it couldn't get any
worse than that. Oh, you've never been

married, so you don't know what it's
like to be married. It changes all the

time. I do know one thing, my friend.
This is a golden opportunity.

Take advantage of it.

Check it out, gents.

Trent's file from Vegas PD.

Call Harvey.

Got it.

Good stuff.

That's right.

Mr. Trent, no wonder you work out of
your house.

Evan, that better be you and you better
have food.

Mainly work for it.

Joe, check that tape up there.

Harvey, you with us?

Oh, Nash, what happened?

Well, I'm gonna guess somebody clocked
you. You don't have to know who it was,

do you? Oh, no.

You all right?

Nash, man.

Bettina.

You better stop him before you kill
somebody.

Oh, somebody better stop me before I
kill him.

There'll be plenty of time for that,
Joe.

Huh?

Where it's on.

I'm thinking it's time for the heavy
metal, boys.

I'm coming. I'm... Oh, God.

I said get up, Trent.

Don't be an idiot, Bettina.

Don't dig yourself in deeper.

You're gonna come downtown and you're
gonna tell them that I did not kill that

poor girl.

What? You're gonna kill me?

Yes, I am.

Look, I offered you ten grand to let my
kid go.

You turned him in for what?

Twenty -five hundred bucks.

You did the right thing.

He did that stupid thing.

Let's go. Let's go.

Stand right there.

Hand me that gun, Rick.

Dexter, that gun.

Trent's the guy framing me. I know.

I'll take it from here.

Now give me your gun.

Dexter. Give me your gun. Okay.

Damn it. You told me you had this thing
wired. It wouldn't come anywhere near

me. Oh, it's inside my house.

It went sideways.

Deal with it. Wait a minute. Wait a
minute.

First of all, are you telling me that
you... Right there.

Birdsong used to gamble it like Phenos.

Not too well, I might add. He
accumulated quite a debt.

You son of a bitch.

You killed this poor girl. Why? Why?
Because I fired you?

Believe it or not, Rick, it wasn't about
you.

It was about getting out from under. You
can't shoot him in here.

Can't? I had to.

That's the way it went down.

Bettina shot you.

I shot Bettina.

Ace closed.

You planned all along, didn't you?

No.

When Bettina escaped, I realized I might
have an opportunity.

You don't have to do this, Birdsong.

Or even.

Do you need someone else dead?

Pick it up. Answer it.

Hello?

Yes, he is.

It's for you.

Careful. Yeah.

Dexter, it's all over.

Where are you?

I'm a lot closer than you think.

I know about you and Trent.

Let's not take this someplace it doesn't
have to go. Where are you? I have

hostages.

Hey, Dexter.

Look behind you.

Hi there.

Right there, Dexter. You know the drill.

Want to do the honors?

Mr. Trent there.

And you can take both these bozos
downtown.

Gladly.

You have the right to remain sharp.

Anything you say, Ken, it will be used
against you in a court of law.

Yeah, okay.

Thanks a lot. Bye -bye.

Well, that was Dan Radke. He's over in
the DA's office. A bird song that's

singing like the proverbial... A
songbird?

Exactly. They got tramped on a couple of
installs in Vegas, and they're thinking

of cutting him a deal.

You know, I've been doing this gig a
long time.

It's hard to surprise me.

This one surprised me. You too, brother.

Hey, don't you have some place to go?

Oh, damn, right.

Listen, I'll be back in a couple of
hours, okay? Take your time. Do it

All right, cool. I'll see you tomorrow.

Inspector Leak.

Oh, it's lover boy. How did it go?

Oh, you dare think of clamming up on me.

All right. You want me to tell you what
happened? Yes.

Okay, the four of us went back to
Cassidy's for dinner, right?

Within 20 minutes, my date and Cassidy's
date hit it off, leaving Cassidy and I

all alone.

So we finished dinner, we talked, we
laughed, and we did the dishes, and then

she grabbed me and then she kissed me,
long and hard, right on the mouth.

Any other questions?

You lie like a rug.

I need to talk to you.

Rick, what's up?

I need to talk to you, but I don't even
have the words.

Well, you would have done the same thing
for me, wouldn't you, Rick?

Everybody would have done the same thing
for you.

You're Nash Bridges.

You have a million friends.

No one ever puts it on the line for Rick
Pitina.

You saved my life.

Okay.

Okay, Brielle. I got it.

Point made.

Okay.

Yeah.

What was that all about?

The beginning of a new and very weird
friendship.

Joe?

Joe?

Thank you.

I love you, honey. I always have and I
always will.

Chill.

Evening, Nash.

Kevin, you are a beautiful person.

The usual?

Yeah, sure.