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I know. I'm sorry. I know it's against
the CUDA rules. Hey, man, what are you

doing? What are you doing?

I had an emergency. My hair felt funny.

That's a fashion emergency, which is an
oxymoron.

The CUDA mirrors are for CUDA driving.

They are not for grooming. They're not
for hair and makeup.

You know, we probably should go over
these CUDA rules. I mean, what are the

official CUDA rules?

What, you want the whole list?

Yeah. No problem. No problem.

No eating, no drinking, no smoking, no
profanity, no sweating, no disrespect of

any kind while you're in and around the
CUDA, which is probably the finest

muscle car ever made on the planet, and
was bequeathed to me by my brother.

Are we clear on this? Oh, by the way, I
have the right to change or add to the

CUDA rules at any given moment without
notice.

Finally. What took you?

Where have you been?

We're in the fire, Tony.

That's so important.

Look, this is not good, all right?

Come on, come on, come on. Out with it.

I got it from a reliable source that
they put a hit on the chief of police.

Who's the source?

I don't know. I can't.

I'm just telling you, okay? It's
reliable.

When is this supposed to go down?

Now.

Where?

I don't have any details.

All right. Get in the car, Tony. I don't
think so. I think I'm just going to go

for a jog or something. Hey, hey, hey.
Come on, Tony. Get in the car.

That's all right. Let him go.

Shirley? Yeah, this is Nash.

You've got to pass me through to the
chief.

It was bleeding to run to the sea.

It was bleeding to run to the sea.

It was bleeding.

Chief Gerard. Yeah, Frank.

It's Nash.

Where are you right now?

On my way to City Hall.

Turn around.

What? I have a good source, a reliable
CI that tells me that there's a hit out

on you, baby.

Tell him to get in line, all right?

Frank, I'm serious.

Confidence is high on this one. I'm
going to discuss your budget with the

Frank, just do it, will you?

Don't you see me down here paying?

One trigger man, one driver. They were
in an early 80s bright red Impala with

blacked out windows. The shooter used a
full auto M16. He was wearing a stocking

mask.

That's professional hit.

Put extra security on the mayor and the
council and the home supervisors.

Find out the motive behind this. Already
in motion. Find that damn car.

Check the beaches, the waterfront, the
pier.

If they were smart, they'd dump it in
the bay.

Speaking of the car, the Impala hit this
taxi during the getaway. We didn't get

the license plate number.

Harvey? Yeah? Refresh my memory.

But I don't recall bright red being a
standard factory color on Impala in the

80s. No, it wasn't. We checked.

All right, that's something to make hay
with.

Fine, tell me B.

You okay, man?

Want me to drive?

You know, Frank was the one that talked
me into taking the exam for the academy.

Yeah, I know.

I dated his sister when I was in high
school.

It's a lot of years to have him
disappear like that.

Don't torture yourself over it.

I don't know what to do about it.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a
minute. What's going on? I didn't order

anything. of that stuff. I've got
paperwork here to move and everything in

whole truck.

Yeah, who ordered that?

Right there would be the reason.

Inspector Cross, you want to tell me
what the hell is going on here?

Great news.

You know your idea about merging the SIU
and the New York Aerostation?

Well, you know what? Hey,

hey.

Jake, come on, get out of my bed.

Come on. No, it's my desk too,
Dominguez. We're sharing.

Well,

I'm working nights, so we shouldn't
overlap too much.

The hell we are.

You ever hear of Hot Bunker, Dominguez?

It's a Navy term.

That's the situation here.

The situation here is you get your
little thingies and go find someplace

They're not thingies.

They're turtles.

Hell, my mom started collecting these
little guys for me when I was just a

You got a problem with that?

I don't know. There's no problem. Just
get him off my desk.

Get through your brain to me, English.
That ain't just your desk anymore.

Don't mess with my stuff.

Excuse me, my man. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Boss, excuse me.

Send an address on Tony Beaker, the
utility company. He's three months late

his gas bill. I want this one
personally.

Joe?

Yeah.

Wasn't that Little Bo Peep?

No, no, no. I know what it looks like
now, but didn't she used to be Little Bo

Peep? Who are you, Father Goose?

Tony B's girlfriend.

Didn't she used to be Tony B's... Excuse
me!

Miss Hood?

What do you want?

We thought maybe you'd like an escort to
Grandma's house.

I'm looking for Tony B.

Not again.

It looks like the wolf already ate you.

Don't live with him.

Well, good. What are you doing with his
keys?

Well, I left some of the baby stuff
here. He takes care of her on the

You know, if you don't like somebody,
it's really not a good idea to have a

with them.

Live and learn.

Seven phones, seven answering machines.

He does business here.

Yeah, this is Tony Pacelli, owner of Bay
Area Switches. Our address is 3343

Larkin Street. Please leave a message.
I'll call you back.

Thanks. He's scamming. What's the scam?

What I don't know won't hurt me.

Can I go now?

Sure, but if he calls you, I want you to
call me.

If he calls me, I'm hanging up.

Don't blame him. Harvey, Bay Area
switches, 3343 Larkin. Pick up Tony B

bring him to the SIU.

This is a warm night in May and all
through the house, not a creature is

stirring.

Not even a mouse.

Speak English. Is it done?

Did you do it? Is it done?

What is everybody so tense for?

Yeah. The chief is no more.

Deceased. Kaput.

His driver, too. No charge.

Good, good.

I'll tell Singapore.

They'll be relieved.

How's the shipment coming along?

Not on schedule.

Better stay that way.

Please tell me you aren't responsible.

Responsible for what, Sugar Pop?

First, get out of my chair.

Then tell me you did not hit the chief.
It's all over the damn news.

They wanted to send a statement to the
cops over here, so they ordered up a

little civil service reduction.

This isn't Singapore.

You do not screw with the cops. It makes
things worse.

Now, what did you do with the M16?

It's in the trunk of the Impala, which
is at the bottom of the bay.

I hope Singapore and you didn't just
think us McNair.

Hey, all right, Tony.

Give it up.

No tap dancing, no sideways talk.

Lay it out.

I overheard a couple of guys, they were
talking about taking out the chief.

They were coming to pick up a truck.

What truck?

Company truck.

My business, Bay Area Switches.

Which is a threat for... What do you
mean?

Oh, no, no. No, I don't know. This is a
legitimate manufacturer.

Stop. Stop.

All right, I'm moving some product,
okay?

What product?

Money, drug proceeds.

Actually, it's kind of interesting,
really. I mean, these guys, you know,

got more trouble...

smuggling money out of the country than
they do drugs in.

Fascinating. What's your job?

Just supply the truck and, you know,
move the boxes from here to Vegas.

That's it. That's all. That's it.

So can I go?

No. Okay.

Who's your contact?

Who?

Contact. Oh.

No, no, no, no, no.

End of discussion.

I'm picking you up at three o 'clock.

And don't forget.

The memory thing?

The memory thing.

Hope it's nothing serious.

Well, he is getting older.

You know, the first thing that goes is
your memory.

But it's probably nothing. You know,
Nick.

Well, if it's nothing and he doesn't
want to go, why are you taking him?

Why are you bringing up logic at a time
like this?

Nick, it's peace of mind.

Is that who I think it is?

Angel?

Angel?

Angel?

Hello, Nash.

Hi. You came.

Yeah.

Angel, this is not what I need to be
doing with my afternoon.

On the contrary, Nash.

This is the only thing you should be
doing.

Angel.

Angel. You're not planning on jumping,
are you?

How could I?

I'm no longer in possession of my wings.

Well, good.

Give me your hand. Come on.

I need to talk to you, Nash.

Well, good. Fine, fine.

Let's talk down there.

My wings were stolen.

You must help me get them back.

Okay.

I'm happy to.

But now, Angel, if you fall off this
building... I'm not the one who's in

of falling, Nash.

I'm powerless to protect you until I get
my wings back.

All right. I think I can manage until
then. Come on. Give me your hand. Let's

go. Let's get out of this building.

I knew you'd come. What are you doing?

We'll have a chat.

Whatever

you

say, brother.

And what is it I'm supposed to have
done?

Well, somebody tells us you, the chief
of police, was going to get murdered.

That's hearsay. Good luck with it in
court.

Actually, it's first -person testimony,
and we've hung more than one person with

it. Thanks for the legal tip.

Tell us what you know. We may be able to
help you, but you've got to do it right

now. I think I'll call my lawyer
instead.

I don't know who you are, and I don't
care.

But you should know who I am.

I'm the guy you don't want to mess with.

Are we understanding each other?

I'm not going to say anymore.

Maybe for now.

Norell, lock her up. Yes, sir.

Dig up anything you can on her. We're
going to need more leverage to get her

move. Guys, we got a hit on that paint
sample.

We contacted the manufacturer in
Rockford, Illinois. It turns out they

only four auto paint shops in the Bay
Area. This one does the most volume.

Good work.

Take a ride.

Kind of hate to interrupt.

Sounds great, doesn't it? Yeah.

I

like

the taste of music.

Thanks.

Sweet Judy of a bygone era, huh? I'll
say.

Yeah, I really think that I was born 30
years too late.

That's a shame. Hey, listen, I was
wondering if you could help us. Oh,

I wonder if you stole this color red to
anybody in the last couple of years.

Wow, that's a terrible picture.

You should have taken those outdoors.

See, the flash changes the pigments
totally.

Did you guys see this color in person?

Yeah, why?

I think I might be able to help you out.

Whoa, easy, brother. Oh, it's okay.

Okay, was it a bright or a dull red like
this?

Brighter, but it has sort of a polished
finish.

Yeah, and a little redder.

Oh, like so.

No, but brighter, brighter than that.

Okay. Yeah, that's close.

Oh, like so.

Yeah, that's it. That's close. Only with
a little less hair.

A little more red.

Here we go, right here.

Oh, yeah.

That's it.

That's it? That's it. Uh,

Ricochet Red, uh, number 324.

I call it Rudolph Red.

You know, like the reindeer?

Oh, yeah.

So, uh, do you sell it?

No, but there's a guy in town who uses
it all the time. Um, Mariposa Paintworks

over on 10th Street.

Rudolph Red.

Thank you.

All right, listen. I'll call over there
and get a list of his customers.

Okay.

Hey, you're sitting at my desk.

Who do you want, you moron?

I want you to get your fat ass off of
me.

Dominguez, what's going on?

What are you doing, Melvin? I told you
to stay put.

Get this guy out of my chair. Hey, don't
get testy. Old Melvin here is a real

case breaker.

I'm taking this to Bridges.

Ow. What is this?

Requisition form for additional phone
lines and terminals.

These are status reports and inventory
control requests.

Go away.

You okay?

She's trying to cope. Not super. I think
I got something.

It's not contagious, is it? No.

They fished that Impala using the
chief's murder out in the bay, a pure

I know, and?

Well, it turns out my guy Melvin works
in a wrecking yard. Turns out his cousin

was the last registered owner of that
Impala.

Yeah, I'm impressed.

Could Melvin's cousin be the getaway
driver of that car?

Yeah, it's possible.

Find it. It's my specialty.

Use the coffee stains, Ellen Holiday's
jacket.

You're going to find it very
interesting.

Oh, good read.

Completely tristending.

Well, well.

You've been a very bad girl.

Oh.

You remember the Enrique's drug
smuggling case where you were supposedly

facilitator?

Funny thing is, I don't remember you.

Maybe your hair was different.

What are you talking about?

That was my gig.

And the Rico Martin thing?

I know all those players, and you're
definitely not one of them.

I've heard of falsifying your resume,
but never your rap sheet.

Who are you really?

You know what? I'm real tired of
whatever game this is.

So either charge me with a crime or let
me go.

I'll bet you'd like to get on the phone
to D .C. and your handlers back there

and tell them what a really crappy job
they've done on falsifying your

background. Look at this stuff. Some of
these dates on these cases don't even

match. This is sloppy work.

FBI?

DEA.

What's the gig?

I can't tell you that.

Well, then just humor me for a little
bit. What do you think?

Just tell me your real name.

I can shuttle you around for days, get
you lost in the system until you come

the other end.

And I'm going to bet that on a timing
level, that's going to mess up your

charade here.

This investigation concerns many
millions of dollars.

Really?

Mine concerns one man.

And that trumps money any day.

I can't tell you anything.

I'm not authorized.

Well, then we better get whoever is
authorized in here, hadn't we?

I'm looking for Captain Bridges.

I just started. Sorry.

Nobody here by that name.

So there's no Bridges here.

Captain Bridges. He's SIU. He's back
there on your right.

What does that mean?

Which one of you is Bridget?

That would be me.

I'm holding.

And you are?

Supervising Special Agent in Charge,
Monserrati.

Las Vegas DEA.

Where's my agent?

Ronnie, get Miss Holliday out of line.

Whenever you're ready.

Our operation is restricted.

Well, then you better break protocol,
Bubba.

Otherwise, your asset there, whatever
her name is, is going to get outed on

front page of the Chronicle.

With my very public concerns about her
withholding evidence about the murder of

the chief of police.

You wouldn't dare.

I would advise you not to challenge my
federal authority here.

You want to see who has the bigger
cojones?

You're going to lose.

I don't think so.

Oh, yeah?

If you don't help me, I don't help you,
Bubba.

It's about money laundering.

Whose money? Can't tell you.

Where's it from? Can't tell you. Where's
it headed?

Can't tell you. Get off my boat, both of
you. And make sure I don't ever see you

again.

Gotcha.

What is this?

What the hell does it look like?

It's a telephone.

Why don't you just dip me with a
tracking device?

Well, nice that you haven't lost your
sense of humor.

No one is ever going to accuse you of
being too subtle.

Mm -hmm. Put it in your pocket.

It's for emergencies.

It's a waste of your money.

I know. It's a terrible thing, isn't it?

38 to cry.

Out of it.

Joyce. Huh? Got that list of everybody
who bought that brand and that color of

paint. Married it down to about 20
names.

Well, it took us so long.

Our server went down thanks to all these
new interlopers. It's ugly.

Hey,

Dominguez, where's Bridges?

He's out. Can I help you?

No, but I can help you.

Melvin's lawyer, being smarter than
Melvin Delft.

We've got the cousin. His name's Manuel
Corazon.

I'm on my way to get him right now.

Harvey, check our list.

Yeah, we got it. Manuel Corazon, Merritt
Auto Body on 4.

Call us a while. I'll get him in.

All right.

There's one of Tony B's trucks.

Oh, so that's how they're going to get
it out of town.

Well, let's take a look -see.

Check it out, Bridges. There's got to be
a million bucks in here.

Give or take a billion.

So. We got 31 money counters, and
they're all griping for lawyer calls.

Good, let them gripe. Just don't let
them near any phones.

Don't want anybody knowing that we got
this money just yet. I get that. What

should I do with these propeller heads?
Take them down to the SIU and have Cades

interview them one by one, in longhand.
Good grammar, good spelling. That could

take a considerable amount of time. Gee,
you think?

Oh, uh, you and Evan, go over there and
sit on Tony B.

Just in case the bad guys call, looking
for their cash.

Maybe hitting Tony B. Oh, joy.

Take some finger food.

That'll keep them quiet for a while.

Half a billion dollars?

How the hell do you lose a half a
billion dollars?

It isn't lost.

Somebody stole it.

And since only three people know where
the money is and you and I didn't do it,

that leaves... Holiday.

I told you my thoughts about her.

Nobody listened.

Find her and get back the money before I
have to go to Singapore.

You should have played nice.

Okay, I'll deal. I need this money to
stay and play.

What is it you want?

Who ordered the hit on the chief?

A guy named Jimmy Z.

And how long were you planning on
spending on this information?

Let me explain something to you. I give
you Jimmy Z without any other

consideration. I lose two years of work.

I have busted my butt.

I put my life and my ass on the line. I
have...

I've said my final prayers at least five
times on this gig.

All right, who was the shooter? Do you
know that, too? Roy McNair.

Where do we find him?

We don't.

Listen, I am this close to finishing
this.

You're going to pull the plug five feet
from the finish line? No, I don't think

so. Let me explain something to you.
Frank Girard and Nash were in the same

rookie class at the Academy.

He was Nash's first partner.

They watched their kids grow up
together. Now, I don't give a damn about

money laundering gig.

I care about the chief and I care about
Nash.

Now we get Jimmy Z and we get McNair,
then you get your money.

Just give me a minute.

I'm a little busy right now.

You guys come back just a little bit
later, okay? No, don't.

I can't wait.

Oh, man.

Who is it, honey?

Oh, God.

God, even strangers can see this is a
bad idea.

How depressing is that?

Shut up.

Hey. All right, all right, all right.

Guys, can you just come back a little
later?

Tony.

You're only free due to the largesse of
Nash Bridges. So if you'd like to uphold

your right to wear a cape in the middle
of the afternoon, you better accept the

fact that we own you. You better
cooperate, Tony, because you go to jail,

not going to be here when you get out.
Okay, honey, I'll cooperate.

Nick's not answering.

Maybe it doesn't feel like talking.

I saw Angel's wink.

Hang on.

Uh, hey, buddy.

Hey, hello.

What do you want? I ain't going back
there.

Where? What are you talking about? I
ain't going back to Detox Center. They

me clean out a toilet bowl with a
toothbrush. I ain't going back. I'm not

to take you to no Detox Center. It's the
wings.

I want the wings. They belong to a
friend of mine. Go to hell.

I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give
you 50 bucks for them. What are you

talking...

Yeah? No.

What do you do to these wings? Is it too
close to a barrel player?

You like to dance?

With you, I don't.

I am going to give you a three check.
Let me go! One, two, and three.

Mr. Z respectfully requests the return
of his money.

Don't do this.

Do what, Sugar Pop?

Only three people knew where that money
was.

Four.

You're forgetting about Tony B.

Call him.

Fine.

Uh, that's my personal pain, if you
don't mind.

Hey, leave stuff laying around or maybe
this is gonna get used.

It wasn't laying around, it was on my
desk.

Hey, that's our desk.

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen. Uh, Jake, I want you to get
over to the property warehouse and sit

that money truck.

Hey, why don't you get a unit? You ain't
no babysitter, man.

Uh, no, you're a bill sitter today,
Bubba.

That truck is full of scratch and the
beds are on it like a dog on a biscuit.

That thing doesn't leave that building
unless I say so. Got it?

There ain't no child either.

Well, then stop acting like one and go.

Nat.

Nat, Tony B just got a call from Ellen.

McNair's with her.

You know, it's too bad we had to meet
under these circumstances.

I think we really could have sparked.

Sparked what?

What I mean is, I never mix romance with
business.

It's a rule I have.

Magic. Lose the gun.

You're not getting a virgin here, Bubba.

In fact, the only reason you're still
alive is because you're more useful to

alive than dead.

Let's go.

Did he hurt you? Not possible.

You're welcome.

You too.

If I hadn't phoned Tony B., you wouldn't
be here.

You wouldn't have, McNair.

You owe me, Bridget.

Boy, I'd hate to see you really
grateful.

Where have you been?

I've been asking for you.

Really?

It's funny, I'm not on your schedule.

You're on mine.

You're nothing but time, so get used to
it.

I want to make a deal.

I can give you Jimmy V.

That's what you want, right?

He's the guy who sent me to do the
chief.

I can give him to you.

It's got to be worth something, right?

Come on, what's to think about? Deal
with me.

You're going to die by lethal injection.

And I'm going to be there to watch him.

See you, sucker.

Hey, I'm talking to you!

Hi!

I suggest that we work together on this
thing.

SFPD and DEA. Right down the middle.

We take these bastards down and then
sort out who gets who.

Are you asking me to trust you now?

Eh, Maserati won't like it.

That's exactly why it's fair.

I don't want to talk to McNair.

Fine. He can do that.

You guys get him for debriefing. We get
him back to go on trial first for the

chief's murder.

This is Jimmy Z's number.

And it's mine.

Try not to get them mixed up.

You do that.

Uh, what's your real name?

What?

Your real name?

There's something about that chick.

That chick is a woman.

I noticed.

Tony B.

Just when you thought you were out of
the woods. And I don't mean little red

riding hoods.

What? It's over, right? I mean, you got
your guy. What do you need me for?

Because so for him, not you.

You're going to call this number, got
it?

And when Jimmy V answers that phone,
you're going to tell him you're going to

give all the money back.

Or you can just give me a gun and let me
go ahead and shoot myself.

I mean, it's easier and it's not a cold
call.

Captain.

Oh, Angel.

Don't mess with me, Tony. Do it.

There you go.

Right there.

You found him.

Yeah, sorry.

Conditioner. Oh.

It's okay.

Yeah, I think it's going to be okay,
Angel.

Would you please help me put these on?

Yeah, okay.

Thank you.

My powers have been diminished now.

The wings... The wings are no longer
what they were.

Don't believe I'll be able to protect
you in the same way.

Well, you know, Angel, maybe it's time
for you to move along and let me

go. Take care of yourself for a change.

Who's going to watch over you?

Well, you know, whatever happens to me
is going to happen.

But I don't want you to feel
responsible.

You believe in my power, don't you?

Of course I do.

and I'll always be with you.

Okay. Yeah.

Put my note.

See ya. Bye, Anthony.

Nick!

Nick! Stop hollering.

I'm here.

What's the deal?

I've been trying to call you all day.

Maybe it isn't working.

Let me see it.

You turned it off on purpose, didn't
you?

Okay, I turned it off.

Why?

Because I didn't want you calling me all
day.

I know what's happening to me now. Don't
you think I don't know what's happening

to me?

Don't you think I'd give anything if you
could do something about it?

There isn't anything you can do.

There's probably gonna come a day when I
won't recognize you.

My son.

My own sweet son.

Yeah, I know, Dad.

I'm going to deal with this the best I
can.

I'm going to suggest that you do the
same.

So, let's start at the beginning.

Ah, hell, let's cut to the chase.

I got no secrets.

The money is collected from the West
Coast.

L .A., Seattle, San Diego, Portland.

Then it's all brought together.

They're going to fly it.

Half a billion in cash from an airstrip
outside Vegas.

See, the money's flown to Mexico.

Where it's converted, cleaned, and then
slowly filtered back into the U .S.

as totally legal tender.

Can we order a pizza or something? I'm
starved.

I think that can be arranged.

Speaking of deposits, I gotta use the
head.

Glenn.

Stole my money and now you want to give
it back.

I'd spit you off the road.

You might want to think about that.

I'm DEA, Jimmy.

The police have McNair.

That phone call from Tony B about the
money, it's a setup.

When you go to San Francisco to pick up
your truck, you will be arrested.

You got something in mind?

Yeah. I'm tired of watching everybody
else get ripped.

You want money?

20 million.

If you could hand me over to the police,
give the whole 500.

That's what everyone would expect.

And I'm not greedy.

Greed is what gets you into trouble.

No, 20's all I want.

What makes you think the federal system
will let me go just like that?

The feds want Singapore even more than
you.

The way I figure it...

I get the money.

I take five years to make it look right.

What I propose is this.

I stay undercover, work the
organization, and you get to know

feds know.

In five years, I retire and take a nice,
long vacation.

Tell me that isn't worth $20 million to
you.

I can guarantee you'll get your money,
but I can't guarantee you'll spend it.

I'll take my chances, Jimmy, just like
you.

Consider it.

I'll be in touch.

Who, McNair?

Their wallet, their keys, their car.
He's gone.

This guy's a nightmare.

It looks like he took the debriefing
tapes, too, sir.

Ellen Holliday.

What's she here?

It doesn't look like it. We have to call
into her cell phone. We haven't heard

anything back.

Nash. Nash is caged.

I don't know why I'm surprised about
anything involving this case, but I am.

Where's the money?

They took it.

DEA.

Didn't Nash tell you under no
circumstance to let that truck leave the

warehouse? Hey, shit agent. Legal
documents.

Son of a bitch.

She's double -crossed us.

You're saying she ain't legit?

Bad guys stole her money back?

Quiet, quiet. Stop whining. I'm trying
to think.

I was the right head to Vegas.

Me too.

Well, McNair won't be far behind.

That is, of course, unless they're in it
together.

This is a dark thought.

Come on, Joe.

We're going to Vegas.

Nash, man, this is a federal case. We
don't have any jurisdiction in Vegas. I

know. Get in.