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‐(seagulls squawking)
‐(ship horn blows) (car engine revving)

(siren wailing)

Hey, you want to slow down
a little bit?

They're not slowing down.

Well, I don't remember
these bumps

hurting my ass so much.

Your ass is fine, Bubba.

All right, it says
make a right on Kearny.

Yeah. Are you gonna
let some app tell us

how to do a car chase?

These things are really
pretty accurate, you know,

if you just give 'em a cha...!

(horns honking)

(people shouting indistinctly)

WOMAN (in distance):
What's going on up there?

Don't say a word.

DISPATCHER:
Car 717, what's your 20?

I don't like that face.

This face?

25 years working together,

that face only means one thing:

‐trouble and paperwork.
‐That's two things.

DISPATCHER:
Car 717...

Oh, shut up!

This goddamn rich kid pedophile,
Trevor Garrison,

we've been after him
for six months.

All right, come on.

We gotta get this
wannabe gangster.

You plan on outrunning both
of Garrison's cars on foot?

They're in the same traffic
we are.

‐Oh, come...
‐Come on, let's go.

(people shouting indistinctly)

MAN:
Oh, my gosh!

What the hell's going on
up there?

Gas truck took out a cable car.
We're blocked all the way...

Oh!

Dropped a hubcap, homes.

(horn honking)

Why don't you sit this one
out, Bubba.

He almost shot me.
Where were you?

It wasn't even close.

(panicked shouting)

Go! Let's go!

Garrison!

(automatic gunfire)

Let's go.

(shouting continues)

Clear!

Get out of there.
Get down!

Freeze. SFPD.

Joe! Joe, no.
The gas truck!

(debris whooshing)

(siren wailing)

My Uncle Ernesto has
a body shop.

He can buff that out.

♪ ♪

♪ I'm not afraid of you ♪

♪ Don't leave me out
in the cold ♪

♪ I do believe I got
a thing to prove. ♪

There they are.

(cheers and applause)

Come on, knock it off.

You degenerates will use
any excuse to end up here.

We're the degenerates?
Boss, it's all over the news.

‐Hey, first round's on me.
‐All right.

I heard the 'Cuda got
pretty dinged up.

‐Four beers.
‐Oh, dinged up you say?

Well, the important thing is
we kicked ass

and got the bad guy.

How bad is it?

We don't want to talk about it.

Well, you know, if you don't
mind me asking,

what the hell, boss?
We're a team.

Why didn't you bring us along
for the takedown?

Well, we were on our way
to pay a visit to Garrison.

I guess somebody tipped him.

He jackrabbited,
and so we had no time.

You know, my guy downtown says

you're in line
for a promotion. Big.

Ooh, are you gonna
take us with you?

What, are you crazy?
A man of my stature?

I can't be seen with
lowlifes like you.

Yeah, well, speaking of,
I forgot to tell you that

the commissioner's office
called over to SIU.

They want to see you
first thing in the morning.

Hmm, I wonder what that
could be about.

What it's about is
you two assholes are

buying us drinks
the rest of the night.

You got a deal.
B‐man.

Start a tab on me.
A round for the whole joint.

(all cheering)

One round. One.

‐Yeah!
‐Shots, shots, shots, shots...

♪ ♪

PHILLY:
Thank you.

Hey, guys, a toast.

When I came here from
Philadelphia,

The City of Brotherly Love,
happiest place on earth...

I thought that was Disneyland.

My point is, when I got here,
I didn't expect to find,

uh, I don't know... family.

Oh, you're such a pussy.

But as long as we're
making toasts,

to Brenna Montrose.

What happened to her,
that's on Garrison.

And we got him.

‐We got him.
‐Got him.

(whispers): Inspector Bridges,
Captain Harris wants to see you.

Suspended?

I'm sorry, Nash.

This couldn't wait
till tomorrow?

You had to come down here...

This'll be on the news
by tomorrow.

I came down here as a friend.

You were like a father to me
when me and Cassidy

were going through Academy.

Lena, this is some serious BS.

You refused to communicate
with dispatch,

and then you went out and you
blew up two city blocks.

We got Trevor Garrison!

He's been trafficking
in underage women.

One 16‐year‐old girl is dead.
Come on!

And you backdated your affidavit
for a search warrant.

Exigent circumstances.

You know I know where
the line is

and when to stop.

Garrison is getting a walk.

And he'll probably
sue the city, too.

All right, well...

I'll take care of this myself.

No, you leave it alone.

You lay low,
you let me work on it.

You'll be reinstated
in two weeks.

A month tops.

(car door closes)

(engine starts)

VALET 1: Hey, you know,
they just found another body

up around Cow Palace?

That's six in the last
three weeks, 11 total.

VALET 2:
It's gotta be a serial killer.

But my podcast says

there's no connection
between the killings.

Bodies found all over the city,
killed in all kinds of mess...

Okay. Yeah, yeah.

Man, if I have to hear about
your true crime podcast

one more time...

Hey, supercop.
What do you think?

I'm not a cop anymore, Kenny.

I'm a private citizen,
just like you.

I'll tell you one thing,
I've seen a lot

of serial killers, but this‐‐
it's different.

MAN (in distance):
Come on, come on, come on.

‐Oh!
‐Ha‐ha!

Hey, Kenny. Come here.

Pull my limo to the alley
behind that bar.

There's another 50 in it for you
if you get there in ten minutes.

Sure thing, Nash.

Today's gruesome discovery
brings the death toll to 11,

in the seemingly
unrelated murders

that have officials stumped.

In a press conference today,
police captain Lena Harris

indicated that there are
no suspects at this time.

But Captain Harris promised
that SFPD will leave

no stone unturned in bringing
down the killer

or killers, leaving terrified
citizens to wonder,

"Is there a serial killer
in our city?"

Hold on.

‐It's my time.
‐(others grumbling)

My time.

Any chance of me getting in?
Feeling lucky tonight.

(grumbling quietly)

‐Just playing for fun,
Inspector.
‐Ha.

I'm not a cop anymore.

Everybody's making that
mistake tonight.

Whatever you are, get lost.

I used to be a cop,
then I got stabbed in the back

‐by another cop.
‐(dice roll)

‐Oh, come on, man.
‐Figures.

Now I'm just a part‐time
limo driver,

part‐time
bail enforcement agent.

You know, bounty hunter.

Shame on you, Greg.

You bounced on a $50,000 bond.

(electricity crackling)

‐We good?
‐Yeah, yeah, we're good.

‐We good?
‐Good.

‐(Greg groaning)
‐Come on, Greg, let's go.

Don't piss yourself.
Oh, and you pissed yourself.

Now you're gonna have to
ride in the trunk.

Tell them we'll lower
the B round valuation

to 80 million,
but the offer's only good if‐‐

You're too close
to the ledge, sweetie.

I'm looking for starfish.

There are no starfish.

(seagulls squawking)

(screaming)

What's wrong?
What's wrong?

‐Look.
‐Oh, oh.

(girl screaming)

♪ ♪

(ship horn blows)

I'm fishing here, Lena.

You're bad luck.
Go away.

You see my press conference?

No.

Wasn't pretty.

The city's on tilt
with these murders.

I got vigilante groups
on the streets,

crackpots calling in
useless tips,

all for the reward
on the Sunset Serial Killer.

Come on, Nash,
I had to suspend you.

You were a big problem downtown.
You pissed off a lot of people.

Cowboy cop days are over.

(scoffs)
Well, they certainly are for me.

You look like hell, you know.

‐You've always been a charmer,
you know that?
‐(chuckles)

Come on, I'll buy you
a cup of coffee.

Yeah, sure. Why not?

You chased off
all the damn fish.

I've known you 30 years.

‐I've never seen you catch
a single fish.
‐(laughs)

Thank you.

What I have to say needs
to stay between us.

Oh, you mean like that time
that you got my daughter drunk

at the Academy, and then
drove the TI's golf cart

into Metson Lake?

Okay, first of all,
Cassidy got me drunk.

‐Uh‐huh.
‐Uh‐huh.

And that was a very
long time ago.

Oh, see, I haven't told anybody.

All right,
so what's the big secret?

Trevor Garrison is back in town.

He just got back from
six months in the Ukraine.

Well, maybe I'll just have
to pay him a little visit.

Well, this is also
off the record.

But your suspension?

‐It wasn't entirely...
‐Oh, oh, the two‐week suspension

that happened a year ago?

‐That one?
‐Listen,

those people downtown who
hated you, they're gone now.

I need you back.

Maybe I'm happy
being off the force.

(chuckles)
You're a cop, Nash.

That's all you'll ever be‐‐
same as me.

‐I get to go after Garrison?
‐No, I need you

on the Sunset murders;

you'll be back with
the Special Investigations Unit.

With Steve Colton?

That bozo that
stabbed me in the back

and is now sitting there
in my job?

That's about the size of it,
yeah.

How does Steven feel
about this plan?

I haven't told him yet.

But he's gonna hate it.

♪ ♪

(chuckles)

Listen, I understand whatever
feelings you're having.

I really do,
and I want you to know that...

I acknowledge them. Okay?
I think that's important.

But if we're going to have
a meaningful dialogue here,

I think we gotta start
from a place of respect.

I mean, don't you agree?

I'm handcuffed
to the table, man.

Yeah, about that, I'm‐I'm not
a big fan either, to be honest.

In fact, I don't like
the word "accuse."

I feel like it gets us off
on the wrong foot.

If I confess, will you shut up?

‐(lock buzzes)
‐Uh...

Uh, yeah. Yes,
Dave, yeah, I will.

Just give me one second, okay?

Lena, hi. What, uh,
what brings you down here?

Any chance I could ever get you
to call me Captain Harris?

Ah, that title thing seems kind
of antiquated, don't you think?

At SIU, we actually...

I'm not with SIU.

‐I know.
‐I oversee it.

‐Okay.
‐And I gave you a shot
at running it.

‐And thank you.
‐You know,

I saw you
interrogate that skell.

‐You mean Dave?
‐What are you guys,

going to get beers later?

No, I mean the criminal
who's been

hitting electronic stores
for weeks.

Allegedly.

Anyway, listen,
that is not why I'm here.

I'm putting SIU

on the Sunset murders;
I've pulled it from Homicide.

‐That's great.
‐And I am bringing in someone

from the outside to help.

Okay, who?

(clicks tongue, sighs)

Oh, no. No. No‐no‐no‐no.
No, please. Please.

Anyone but Bridges.

I've put three
different divisions

on these murders
and we're nowhere.

I need SIU's technical abilities

and Bridges knows this city
better than anyone.

Yeah, he's also a loose cannon
who refuses to follow procedure.

I don't care about
your issues with Bridges.

There's a killer out there
and I need you both to nut up.

Nut up? (scoffs)

♪ ♪

Well, my boss said he needed
me in Chicago, so here I am.

I'll be back tomorrow.
I love you, too.

(door opens, closes)

(machine jingling)

First time?

So how do you want
to start this?

I think we just...

Start.

(woman shouts)

(yells)

(crowd clamoring)

ANNOUNCER:
Place your bets,
place your bets.

Four‐to‐five odds
on the handsome man.

Who wins? Four to five.

‐(cheering, shouting)
‐Prop bets.

Three to one on decapitation.

40 to one
on both fighters dying.

Still taking bets. Who wants in?

(clamoring)

Okay, ma'am. I've got
700,000 on gorgeous woman.

Come on!
Come on!

(both grunting)

‐(cheering)
‐ANNOUNCER: We need more action.
Now getting

eight to five on gorgeous woman.

(cheering)

(both grunting)

(shouting)

You die, mother...
(yells)

(cheering raucously)

Shit.

‐No good.
‐(others booing)

‐That's cheating!
‐What the hell?

(grunting)

(winces)

‐(booing)
‐ANNOUNCER: No more bets.
No more bets

‐can be issued.
‐Oh, shit.

(woman gasps, grunts)

(panting)

(booing)

♪ ♪

(man grunts, gurgles)

(gasping weakly)

‐(crowd clamoring)
‐No, sir. No, sir, no refunds.

All bets are final.
All bets are final!

(clamoring, cheering)

‐♪ I like taking my time ♪
‐(chuckles) ♪ Take it nice and easy... ♪

You must be high.
Nobody shoots at me here.

You know? I got businessmen
throwing money

at me to buy weed.

Why would I come
back to the SIU?

'Cause I'm asking.

That's good.

Did you work on that a lot?
"'Cause I ask you."

I'm not going to do it
without you, partner.

I wouldn't even pass
the drug screen, man.

‐I'm high most of the time.
‐And so am I.

Thank you, Your Honor.

See you next week.

Why don't you let me
worry about that.

O‐Okay.

Uh, is the mayor
a weekly customer?

Sometimes twice a week.

They can't make me work
with him, they really can't.

What is this really about?

He didn't follow procedures.

It was handed to me
to investigate.

I‐I reported what I found.

Does that make me a rat?

‐Really?
‐Mm, doesn't not make you a rat.

‐Okay.
‐Let's talk about...

Okay, if you say my father
again, I'm‐I'm gonna go.

I was gonna say "our father."

Why don't you find
your own shrink

and stop bugging your sister?

I like bugging you.

(sighs) Bridges is in his 60s,
just like our father.

Strong personality,
just like Dad.

‐Confident, bordering on cocky.
‐Yeah.

Classically handsome.

What? That's not‐‐
When did I...

I googled him.

Listen, it sounds like this
is going to happen,

so you can either whine about it
or you can deal with it.

A Hellcat?

Órale, vato.
This is nice.

Yeah, man,
I had to step up my game

after you crushed the 'Cuda.

Yeah, and getting the bad guys.

You know, Joe,
we got hung out to dry.

I don't feel like we
deserve to go out that way.

Kind of feeling like we're
getting a second chance to

go back in and see if we can
make a difference.

What do you say,
the dream team back together?

‐One last assignment?
‐Dream team?

(chuckles)
Yeah, I got your dream team.

(engine revving)

Very nice.
So when do I get to drive it?

Uh, let me think. Um...

Never.

What? I'll give you free weed.

Oh, we got a welcome committee.

‐Lena.
‐STEVEN: Bridges.

Steven.

Okay, this is
an unusual situation.

Maybe we should go over
some protocols.

Steven, you look exactly
the same, except for maybe

you have a little more
gray hair, right?

What? D‐Don't.

It's nice to see you, Joe.

Lena.

‐Nice to see you.
‐This is Joe Dominguez,

‐Nash's partner.
‐Ah. Inspector Dominguez.

I'm running SIU now,
so if there's, uh...

(sniffs) any...

I'm sorry, are you high?

Well, right now?

Joe's with us
on a consulting basis,

so he doesn't have to
undergo drug testing.

‐Oh, but you do.
‐Oh, I'm happy to take the test.

In fact, I'll give you
my sample right now.

Before this turns into
a literal dick‐measuring moment,

there's something
I need you to do.

Yeah, I know.
See the department shrink.

Make sure I don't have any
skulls in my basement.

Yeah, we moved them out
to the backyard so...

‐(shushing)
‐Oh.

WOMAN:
I'm sorry, ma'am. We don't
investigate break‐ins anymore.

(tranquil music playing)

‐Have a blessed day, ma'am.
‐JOE: What is that music?

‐Sounds like
my massage is ready.
‐Uh, Joe?

I don't think we're
in Kansas anymore.

I don't think we're
on Earth anymore.

‐Hey.
‐Huh?

One of my inspectors informed me

you parked in my space.

Wow, now that's some
solid detective work.

Is it really anyone's space?

I mean,
in a world with no titles,

doesn't the space belong
to pretty much everyone?

‐Yeah.
‐What's going on
over here, Steven?

This is our IT hub.
Not only keeps us up to date

with current crimes,
but allows us

to predict how and when
future crimes may occur.

Ah, predictive policing‐‐
the new packaging for profiling.

You run this?

Oh, no.
No, only one person at SIU

‐really understands it.
‐Hey, dickwad.

Keep your feet off my CPU.

Now, her I can work with.

I'm Nash Bridges.

Chloe Zane. We've met before.

My uncle used to work here.
Nick Trevath.

No‐Neck Nick is your uncle?

Oh, yeah, you used to come here
when you were a kid.

‐Yeah.
‐You always wanted to
check out everyone's guns.

I still like guns.

(chuckles)
Hey, let me ask you a question.

There used to be
a coffee machine

right over here‐‐
where'd they move it?

Gone.

Steven brought in a cold press.

Now we have green tea,
smoothies.

Colon health.

‐I'll be right back.
‐Yeah, yeah.

I got to get some real coffee.

So where's Ellie Tang
and, uh, Philly Morton?

‐I don't see them.
‐Working on a case.

They're investigating
a bank robbery.

(panting)

There's something off
about that bank manager.

Yeah, yeah, you see, uh,
his tan line?

‐Yeah.
‐Where he used to wear a watch.

Like he had to hock it recently.

Oh! Keep doing that.

He's wearing
an expensive suit but...

it's falling apart
and did you...

did you see that racing form
in the trash can?

Degenerate gambler.
Maybe he set up the robbery.

Yeah, I'll get a subpoena
for his financials.

‐Oh!
‐Don't move! Oh!

(moaning)

(both panting)

(phone chimes)

♪ Couldn't change... ♪

Nash is back.

‐WOMAN: Coffee for Nash.
‐Christina.

WOMAN:
Yeah, there you go.

Nicely done. Wow.

You gotta get the app.

Yeah, I guess so.
You live around here?

You want to know where I live?

Oh, it's just
casual conversation.

Just kind of running through
my coffee material.

Oh, you have material.

‐Let me guess. Lawyer.
‐Let me guess. Cop.

Now, why would you think
something like that?

Shoulder holster‐‐
you're either a cop

or you were there trying
to rob the trucks,

and you don't seem
like a robber to me.

‐You sure?
‐Yeah, I got a pretty good

intuition about these sort
of things.

(laughs)

Well, this is me.

I had to bounce out
for some real coffee.

Got some changes
going on in my office.

This is me, too.

You're a cop, that's how you
noticed the shoulder holster.

I'm a psychiatrist.

And this was going so well.

I contract with SFPD
for psychiatric evaluations

on certain cases like yours.

Hmm. Joe.

Are you gonna introduce me
to your friend?

Oh, yes.

Well, this is the SFPD shrink

who wants to get inside
our heads.

‐Oh, dangerous place to be.
‐Uh‐huh.

Anything else I need to
know about you, Doc?

No, I think that's it for now.

Oh, I've seen that look before.

‐What?
‐Don't make a run
at the police shrink.

Joe, it's 2021. You don't
"make a run" at women.

‐Well, you keep repeating that.
‐Okay.

Welcome back, bitches!

Ellie, that's not really
an appropriate greeting.

I said it with a "Z"
like bitchez.

Yeah, I heard the "Z."
Come on.

You really back, boss?

‐For now, Philly.
‐STEVEN: Okay, everyone.

Yes, welcome back, Nash.

Uh, the Sunset murders.
Chloe, can you?

First two bodies were found
in the Sunset District,

but all the bodies found had
been moved from somewhere else.

We're still looking
for a common M. O.

outside the extreme violence
with which

the victims were killed.

Now, I'm heading
to the districts

that have been handling
the investigation

to get their murder books.
Don't take

any additional steps
till I get back. Got it?

Oh, Dad, if I finish
my homework, can I watch TV?

‐Please?
‐(laughs)

You don't technically work here.
Remember that.

Ooh, okay.

You guys ever gonna get past

this Garrison beef?

‐What beef?
‐Putting that aside,

the fact that Trevor Garrison

is up and walking around
is pretty screwed up.

‐(phone beeps)
‐I have a feeling the clock

is ticking on Mr. Garrison.

You guys, we got fresh bodies.

‐Huh?
‐Pier 45.

‐(sighs)
‐You come with me.

Comfy back there, Bubba?

Well, I'm used
to riding shotgun.

‐You know?
‐It's called chivalry.

You're all right with that,
aren't you?

If it gets me out of
having to squeeze back there.

(laughs)

You don't mind my asking, but...

beyond him being
a total lowlife,

what's your beef with Garrison?

How much do you know about him?

Party boy.
Criminal wheeler‐dealer.

Drugs, weapons, whatever

‐he could make money on.
‐Yeah, that's right.

He also deals in influence,
surrounds himself with

underage women, and deals them
to important people for favors.

One of those women is a girl
by the name of Brenna Montrose.

She ended up dead before
I could take Garrison down.

Makes you wonder what rock
a guy like that crawled out

‐from under.
‐A rich one.

Yeah, I know.

Marvin Garrison's his dad‐‐
Silicon Valley royalty.

How you doing?
How's it going

being a trans woman
on the force?

It was tough for a bit.

I'm not the first trans cop
in San Francisco,

but folks knew who I was
because of my uncle.

It took a while with people
getting on board with me

being Nick's niece
and not nephew.

(chuckles)

Yeah, I get that.
Well, my money's on you.

(cameras clicking)

‐(quiet chatter)
‐(engine revving)

(Joe grunts)

‐You all right
back there, Bubba?
‐Oh, that was really funny.

Really funny.

‐All right, what do we know?
‐First DOA‐‐

Alvin Cardoza, tourist, age 30.

Next‐‐ Jeff Delancey,

former MMA fighter, lived
across the bay in Emeryville.

On probation for selling oxy.

He pissed somebody off.

That feels like
collateral damage.

Somebody female.
We found some hair

‐and a fingernail on the body.
‐Hmm.

Thanks, Pete.

Maybe a lover's quarrel?

I don't know, Joe.

Do you bring a ninja star
to a lover's quarrel?

Hey, did it occur to you that‐‐
I don't know‐‐

call me when you
got word of a new victim?

You know, it occurred to me.
Then I moved on.

(scoffs softly)

I may have an opportunity to
get you close to Garrison.

‐Yeah?
‐He's throwing himself a party
later today

for a new start‐up.

A coder buddy
got me on the list.

‐Oh, take me as your plus‐one.
‐No, no, no, no, no.

Absolutely not.

Your orders
are to work this case

‐and this case alone.
‐You like to hover, don't you?

‐(whispers): Plus‐one.
‐You got it.

♪ Who trying, who trying to go,
who gonna drop it down ♪ ♪ Like it's money on the floor,
who trying ♪

♪ Who trying to bust it
for the dollars? ♪

♪ Who trying to freak... ♪

(indistinct chatter, laughter)

(woman gasps)

You play too much.

(indistinct chatter)

Listen, Garrison's gonna spot me
as soon as I get inside.

I doubt I'll be here very long.

So look around and see
what you can find.

I know these type of parties.

There's going to be security
but I'll poke around.

If you don't see me,

I'll pick you up
two blocks down on Stockton.

(door opens)

Ooh. Shouldn't you buy the guy
dinner first?

‐Long time no see, Joe.
‐Hmm.

Same lame jokes.
Heard you were back.

Yeah, well,
bad news travels fast.

Uh, what do you got on
the Sunset District murders?

Oh, uh, no consistent
cause of death.

Not much in common
with the victims.

Couple were tough guys,
hit man for the mob

and an up‐and‐coming boxer.

‐Uh‐huh. Who's he?
‐John Doe.

Too early to say, but
I'm guessing victim number 12.

‐Mm.
‐Based on his tattoos, I'd say

he's from Eastern Europe.
Cyrillic alphabet.

He was damn near cut in half.

And we're talking serious force.

Anything else?

Three victims
have syringe marks.

Junkies?

No. Uh, victims
with syringe marks had

elevated levels of adrenaline,
like off the charts.

What does that mean?

Well, I know one thing‐‐
I won't figure it out

as long as I have you
yapping at me all day.

Out.

Yeah. Well, it's been a slice.

Yow.

♪ Keeping me in the moment ♪

♪ I wish you kind of knew that ♪

♪ I want you satisfied... ♪

(laughter)

Hi.

(chatter, laughter continue)

♪ Keep me focused,
you know me so well... ♪

Nash Bridges.

Why am I not surprised
to see you here?

What can I say, Trev?
I'm a sucker for a good party.

Yeah, I hear you're back
on the force, huh?

Yeah, it turns out that
the guy behind my suspension

liked running around
with young girls.

Speaking of,

I look around here and
there's a bunch of young girls.

Looks like it's almost
their bedtime. (chuckles)

It's a party, Nash.
I don't check IDs.

‐But congratulations.
‐Thank you.

Yeah, someone was leaning on
this commissioner

to take me down.

Coincidentally,

right around the time
of your arrest.

(music playing in distance)

(beeps)

NASH:
Is your father here?

'Cause I would love
to meet the guy

that revolutionized
the Internet.

And then he moved on
to something else.

It was something big,
something mind‐blowing.

‐It was, uh...
‐I don't know.

You'll have to ask him.

Nanobots.

Nanobots, that's what it was.

These tiny, tiny, tiny little
robots that get into your body

and your bloodstream and they
find cancer cells and kill them.

I mean, that's incredible.
So cool.

You must be so proud.

Well, he couldn't
make it today, Nash.

At least you're here, right?

Let's cut the crap.

What I know‐‐
what everybody here knows‐‐

is you're a twisted freak.
That's your business.

But when you start
victimizing young women,

and one of them dies,

‐that's my business.
‐Look,

I was cleared
of all charges. Okay?

Whatever brought you back here,

I'm gonna get you.

Sounds like a threat.

Good. Good.

(keys clacking)

(laughter)

WOMAN:
I remember now.

‐MAN: Right?
‐WOMAN: Yeah.

(speaking indistinctly)

♪ We're gonna get it,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... ♪

‐Good.
‐Trev, who's your friend?

This is Nash Bridges.

He's a cop.
And he was just on his way...

I got this.

It's your party.
Why don't you go enjoy yourself.

♪ Sunlight, I need you ♪

♪ All night, come on,
dance with me ♪

♪ I'm levitating... ♪

Okay. You got my attention.
So who are you?

Want me to take a stab at it?

You're another son
of a billionaire who couldn't

live up to Daddy, so you decided
to become a screwup, too.

‐Right?
‐Not even close.

You got a warrant?

‐I thought it was a party.
‐Private party.

Your accent.

American by way
of Ukraine, right?

See Inspector Bridges out.

I can see myself out.

♪ All night, come on,
dance with me ♪

♪ I'm levitating... ♪

Maybe I'll see you again.

♪ Moonlight, starlight ♪

♪ Sunlight, I need you... ♪

(lock rattling)

‐What are you doing in here?
‐I was looking for a bathroom.

There's a bathroom
in the entry area.

Not gender neutral.

This is a private home.

All the bathrooms
are gender neutral.

(scoffs)
What a male thing to say.

Does that seem gender neutral?

♪ I'm levitating ♪

♪ Ooh, moonlight... ♪

You know what?
I don't have to go anymore.

And I don't care
for your attitude.

♪ Come on, dance with me. ♪

‐You're into his computer?
‐Yeah, I think so.

I also found a slip
from a parking garage

with writing on the back
underlined.

‐You stole that from Trevor?
‐It's not stealing if...

‐Okay, yeah, I stole it.
‐(laughs)

‐11 digits.
‐It could be a wiring number.

I also saw a bill of lading‐‐
could be a plane or a ship.

But I had to bail
before I could find out.

What would he be bringing in?

Eastern European, huh?

Okay, Joe, let's keep this

between you and me
for the moment.

All right, thanks.

Hey, I just got a call
from Garrison's lawyer.

You went to that party
after you were ordered not to.

Well, it seemed like more
of a suggestion.

And you had Chloe
hack into his computer?

You don't think a guy
with a tech background

is gonna notice and shut down
the back‐door program

‐she put in?
‐She was acting under my orders.

If you're gonna rat anybody out,
it'd better be me.

Whoa, rat out? What are you,
in an '80s cop movie?

You know,
you could learn a thing or two

‐from '80s cop movies.
‐Okay.

No one is ratting out anyone.

I reminded Garrison's attorney
of Rule 570(c)

of the Evidence Code
and he decided to back off

on making any formal complaint.

‐Right. 570(c).
‐Right.

You know what the problem
with dinosaurs like you is?

You think
your way is the only way,

with the breaking rules
and cracking skulls.

You accuse me of being
a dirty cop one more time,

‐we're gonna have a problem.
‐Where have you been?

We already have a problem.

If I didn't
know you better, Steven,

I'd say you were
looking for a fight.

(chuckles) No, no. No, no, no.
I‐I can't fight you.

Oh, department protocol?

‐Because I'd hurt you.
‐Oh, right.

‐Mm.
‐Man of my advanced years,

just wouldn't stand a chance
against a young...

(people gasping)

I owed you that.

Whoa. You okay?
You need medical assistance?

(exhales, grunting)

Oh, you wanna dance?
I thought you wanted to fight.

This is capoeira, a Brazilian
form of martial arts.

Oh, I know capoeira.

Yeah, but do you know Muay Thai?

(people gasping)

Oh, God.

My money is on Nash.

Stay down,
you're embarrassing yourself.

(both panting)

Scuse me.

(people oohing)

PHILLY:
Hey!

We got something on what Chloe
found at the party.

Unless you two assholes
want to keep fighting

like a bunch of kids.

Okay. (grunts)

‐Come on!
‐Now we're even.

We're really not.

So I ran that 11‐digit number.

It's not a wiring number

or an international
phone number,

and it doesn't appear to be

any kind of discernible code.

You broke up
a perfectly good fight

to tell me your supercomputer
is stumped?

We ran the other side
of the card that Chloe

‐found at the party.
‐Parking lot ticket?

Yeah, it was from
Golden Gate Park,

so we scanned every camera
in the park

for the three hours
after the card was issued.

Some sick shit going on
out there.

We've already met Mike Trumanik.

American‐born,
grew up in Ukraine.

That's probably where he
met Garrison‐‐ facilitator

in Kiev. He did about
18 months for gunrunning.

According to Interpol,
he does business

with the highest bidder‐‐
the Taliban, Boko Haram.

Who's the other suit?

‐Commissioner Ron Peters.
‐Ron Peters,

who signed the papers that
pushed Nash off the force?

Just got put in charge
of the Port of San Francisco.

(computer beeping)

No. No. No.

‐No.
‐MAN: This happening to you?

WOMAN:
Yeah, everything's gone black.

(electronic blipping)

We've been hacked.

All right, everybody,
listen up. I need all your devices‐‐
cell phones, laptops, iPads.

That's work and personal.

Uhp, uhp, no, I don't want
to hear it, you guys.

I don't care how
you're gonna send

your TikToks or your Instagrams.

This is a matter
of national security.

MAN:
Any cell phones...

Nash, I thought I was clear
that you were to

stay away from Garrison
and focus on these murders.

Lena, don't you think

it's a little bit
coincidental that

I see Garrison yesterday
and we get hacked today?

‐No.
‐Come on,
you gotta let me look

into the Garrison murder,
'cause I believe strongly

that his murder

and the Sunset killings
are related.

You sure this Garrison thing
isn't just you

with a hard‐on for the guy who
got you thrown off the force?

Mm, not entirely.

Fine, but I'm going to need your
help with the rest of SIU.

Most of them are trained
in data mining,

and without that, they're
a little out of their element.

Come on, Joe and I
can take these TikTokers

and turn them
into old‐school sleuths.

Okay, fine, but first: shrink.

‐Oh...
‐No, I don't wanna hear it.

Nash, you said
you were gonna go.

Go.

Okay. Just tell me
what's on your mind.

Um, hmm.
I don't want to be here.

That's what's on my mind.

You're resisting. Let's talk.

I'm resisting 'cause
I don't wanna be here.

The SIU has been hacked and...

I got people getting killed
all over my city.

Why don't you sit down?

Okay.

What do I gotta do to get you
to sign off on me?

Just be open and honest.

You knew who I was the other day
at the coffee truck, didn't you?

I did.

Not very open and honest, Doc.

Fair enough, I apologize.

Well, why don't you just
sign off on me now

and then we can finish
this conversation over

a nice Vietnamese coffee
or a drink.

(scoffs)

Uh, I meant finish the session.

Is there a rule against that?

A huge one.

You've had issues
with boundaries

since the beginning of
your career, haven't you?

Well, now you're starting to
sound like Steven Colton.

You have a problem
with Inspector Colton?

Well, considering we were
just beating the crap

out of each other,
I'm gonna have to say yes.

(sighs) I gotta go.

Okay, well,
let's reschedule for...

Come on. Isn't this just
like a rubber stamp

or are you just
stringing this out because

‐you want to see me again?
‐(scoffs)

It's okay, you're only human.

That is the craziest thing
you've said so far.

(laughs)

I'll call you.

(scoffs)

♪ ♪

Well, this is a first for me‐‐
doing cop work at a weed shop.

Yes, it is unorthodox,
but until the FBI has fully

swept SIU for any bugs
or surveillance devices,

Joe has kindly offered up
his shop.

If we don't have a warrant,

how we able to go through
all this stuff

from the Port of San Francisco?

And why are we going
through documents

like goddamn Pilgrims?

Because we got hacked.

The way you guys spend all day
in front of your devices,

numbing your brains,
we're going to miss something.

Come on, get some paper cuts.

Says the guy who's stoned
out of his mind.

To your question,
under the Patriot Act,

we can do random searches

of airports,
train stations, ports.

Oh, so as long
as we're not specific,

we can look at every record.

If we're not focused on
a particular person,

we're covered.

But we are focused on Garrison.

Are we though?

If I didn't know you better,

I'd think you were
cutting corners, Steve‐O.

‐Ooh...
‐Okay.

‐Hey.
‐(chuckles)

♪ Good morning! ♪

♪ Yeah, Officer ♪

♪ No way, I ain't gonna let you
take me down for this spliff ♪

♪ I'd rather just swallow
this one ♪

♪ Yeah, I do, all right ♪

♪ Thank you for listening ♪

♪ You run up on me
with a cool desire... ♪

(door bells jingle)

How's business?

Booming.

‐Where you been?
‐Shrink.

‐Oh, still crazy?
‐Apparently.

Ah...

Let's find out.

Remember that 11‐digit number
that Chloe found?

It's a hull
identification number

on a Ukrainian trawler docked
at the Emery Cove Marina

two nights ago on an expedited
high‐security basis.

Signed off on by our friend
Commissioner Peters?

Yeah, and it's still there.

It's owned by
a shell corporation which

is owned by
another shell corporation.

But guess who owns that?

Now, if you tell me
Trevor Garrison,

I may have to kiss you.

Would you settle for
a search warrant instead?

(tires screech)

STEVEN: All right,
I checked the manifest.

There are four people
unaccounted for.

They're probably still on board.

‐Oh, of course.
‐Of course what?

Why are you pulling your guns?

Checking them to see
if they're ready.

You know, I haven't pulled
my gun in my entire time

on the force.

‐You're kidding me.
‐No, I'm not kidding.

Nash, I talk to people‐‐ you
might wanna try it sometime.

I love talking to people,

as long as they're not
throwing hot lead at me.

Okay, well, wait for me
at least.

♪ ♪

(buoy bell clanging)

Psst.

Smart move, boys.

Okay, keep playing.
Don't let me see you again.

(seagulls screeching)

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa!

Okay!
Whoa, whoa...

Freeze! SFPD.
Put down the pipe.

Okay, okay, let's‐let's just
take the temperature down here.

I'm‐I'm Steven.
What's your name?

(Russian accent):
Vladimir.

Okay.

Well, Vladimir,
we have a search warrant.

We're investigating
Trevor Garrison.

You do not care about my weed?

You have weed?

You know, marijuana is legal
in California, Bubba.

‐It's a lot of weed.
‐Oh, really?

You know, I'm in the weed
business myself. We should talk.

You're not making a weed deal.

I'm not gonna make a weed deal.
Come on.

‐STEVEN: Okay, well, just...
‐I'm gonna go look around.

Yeah, I'm coming with you.

Okay, I'll stay here
with the suspect.

We won't talk about weed.
I promise.

All right, this has been
slept in recently.

Okay, Goldilocks.
It was probably Vladimir.

Uh, Vladdy doesn't have
red hair.

Mm‐hmm.

So, how much trouble am I in?

Depends on how you answer
our next couple questions.

Smuggling in
undocumented immigrants

is a pretty serious crime.

80 years in the slammer,
mandatory.

That's... true.

Tell us who you brought over
other than the two guys we just

arrested and maybe you
keep your freedom.

And your 50 pounds of
Lithuanian sativa.

Came up in conversation.

There were two more men.

One big red hair, red beard;

the other bald,
big bushy eyebrows like Stalin,

and big black circles
under his eyes.

Like‐‐ how you say?‐‐ a zombie.

(chuckles) Sounds like
a real handsome fellow.

Don't objectify people
based on their appearance.

You are not
getting politically correct

over a Ukrainian stowaway.

It's not politically correct.

It's just regular correct.

A person's appearance
shouldn't be fodder for you...

But you don't have
to correct me.

'Cause HR comes to me.

Everything okay with you two?

Shut up, Vladimir.

That's‐‐ I didn't‐‐ (sighs)

I‐I'm sorry, that's‐‐ I‐‐

You bring me to this
and I don't... (sighs)

Look, what happened
when you docked here?

Mr. Garrison called,
said to send the men out.

That he'd call with more
instructions about the trawler.

And did he?

‐Hmm.
‐You did good, Vladdy.

‐Good job.
‐I can go?

Oh, hell no.

You assaulted a cop.

But you said.

Yeah, I know. We lied.

It's going around.

Stand up, turn around.

We'll put in a good word
for you, but, uh,

(quietly): call me later
and we'll talk about...

‐You know?
‐Listen,

I guess you pulling your gun
wasn't not a good idea.

I'm touched.

Now, was that so hard?

More than you can imagine.

‐Oh, you'll get used to it.
‐(scoffs): Okay.

‐Is it true?
‐As we speak,

Trevor Garrison is on his way
into federal custody.

He'll be charged with three
counts of illegal trafficking.

It's not for what he did to
Brenna Montrose, but it'll do.

Chloe found some things
on Garrison's computer,

a couple of satellite images.

One of the pinball museum
down at Fisherman's Wharf

and also of the abandoned arms
depot out at Treasure Island.

There were bodies found
near both of those places.

‐NASH: Yeah.
‐So Trevor Garrison

was involved
with the Sunset killings.

We got that son of a bitch
on a no‐bail hold.

We figure a rich guy like Trev,
if he spends a few hours

in federal lockup,

maybe it'll motivate him
to talk.

In the meantime, we still gotta
work the Sunset killings case.

We gotta go old‐school.

What that means is trusting
yourselves, trusting each other.

But most of all,
trusting your instincts.

It's about seeing what you want.

And going after it
with a laser focus.

You know, good police work,
it's not complicated.

It's about reacting to
new information in the moment.

Christine is my sister.

(others clearing throats)

Now, that's definitely
new information.

You going to be okay
talking to Garrison?

‐Yeah, why wouldn't I be?
‐'Cause he ruined your life?

‐No, Steven, you ruined my life.
‐Okay.

‐Is she really your sister?
‐Yes.

‐Like biological?
‐Yes.

I mean, 'cause she doesn't
look anything like you.

‐She has a different last name.
‐She's divorced.

‐Oh, that means she's single.
‐Not for you.

What...?

I just heard from the warden
in federal lockup.

Don't tell me.
Garrison lawyered up

and we're not invited.

He's dead.

What?

Garrison was alone five minutes
after he was booked. When they came back in
to check on him,

‐he'd hung himself.
‐I know Garrison.

There is no way
he killed himself.

Joe's got some informants
over in federal lockup.

Why don't you go with him,
go over there

‐and see what you can find out.
‐I will.

I'm going to go have a slightly
more difficult conversation.

Been expecting a visit
like this for years.

Doesn't make it any easier.

Do you have any idea
who killed my son?

(sighs) My partner talked
to some people in lockup.

The killing was likely carried
out by a Chinese street gang.

Oh, God.

‐Yeah.
‐Trevor.

They were paid for it, so...

If Trevor had any enemies,
now would be a good time to...

He was running around
with this group

that he had fallen in with...

when he was abroad and...

well, one of them came to me
with a business idea

and I sent him away.

‐Mike Trumanik?
‐Yeah, exactly.

Sorry. It's a biotech deal
that I'm looking at.

I'm sorry‐‐ NDAs.

The Defense Department
insists on secrecy.

Sorry, I'm a... I'm a snoop.
Force of habit.

Do you, uh, have any children,
Inspector?

Yeah.

I have a daughter.

She used to be a cop.
Now she's in the military.

Army intelligence.

I begged Trevor to find
something of his own.

Growing up the son
of the great Marvin Garrison.

I've been living in
my own shadow for years.

I wrote code 30 years ago
that changed the way

information is processed.
But since then?

Ah. World has changed,
Inspector Bridges.

Change with it,
or you get left behind.

(sighs)
Again, I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

‐(horns honking)
‐(bell clanging)

(indistinct chatter)

I tried to get to
Commissioner Peters.

Oh, I'm betting
he's out of the country.

Maldives.
No extradition treaty.

Yeah, courtesy of
a one‐way ticket.

Trevor Garrison.

What are you
so happy about today?

Feel good today.

Why? Hitting the streets,
just like the old days?

Nah. Because you're trying
to sleep with his sister

‐and he knows it.
‐Okay,

no one's trying to sleep
with anyone's sister.

NASH:
Mm...

(chatter in foreign language)

We're looking for Teddy Ko.

‐Is he here?
‐(chatter stops)

(chatter resumes)

Well, that was impactful.

You got a warrant, Bridges?

Oh, hey there, Teddy.

‐It's just a social call.
‐It's a social club, isn't it?

You bring your son with you?

(laughs)
Oh, God, no. No, no.

We just happen to work together.

‐I'm his boss.
‐Oh, yeah.

‐He's my boss.
‐I am.

Listen, Teddy,
we got a little situation.

We have some questions.

See, this is what's wrong
with the younger generation.

Always in a rush.

No respect for the old ways.

You're singing my song, Teddy.

But with all due respect, we are
in a little bit of a rush.

There was a guy
that got murdered down

‐in county lockup today.
‐I heard he killed himself.

That hasn't been
released to the public.

How do you know that?

Your friend comes into my club,
insults me?

Yeah, I'm sorry, Teddy.

Um, he's got an excuse‐‐
he's an asshole.

Excuse me?

But he's got a chance
of outgrowing that.

You're a criminal.
That's for life.

(grunting)

Next time you come,
have a warrant.

That's a good idea.

That wasn't losing your cool?

I mean, I‐I appreciate you
sticking up for me.

‐I really do, but...
‐I wasn't sticking up for you.

True, he called you an asshole.

STEVEN:
Okay.

You look more confused
than usual.

You want to tell me
what's going on here?

(sighs) Teddy can't be seen
giving us anything,

so Nash takes a shot at Teddy,

Teddy's guys take a couple shots
at Nash.

Teddy maintains his cred.
Now they can talk.

It's Chinatown, Jake.

What?

You okay?

Yeah, I was expecting
the first one,

but the second one kind of
caught me by surprise.

My employee said he decided
to go freelance.

Again, young people.

(chuckles)
Listen, we're hearing

the Jackson Street Boyz
carried out

the hit on Trevor Garrison.
What do you got?

I heard it had something
to do with gambling.

‐Gambling?
‐Mm.

Any gambling in this town,
you get a piece.

(sighs)
Not with these kind of people.

They're bad for my business.

This is for
a particular clientele.

Mm.

I heard something
about them gathering tonight.

Tonight?

All right,
I'm gonna need another favor.

I've done enough favors
for you in one day.

Come on, who's counting?
Besides, I might be able

to keep these people
from moving in on you.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

I don't like this, Nash.

Teddy says
it's going down tonight,

and they damn sure aren't gonna
let you or me in there.

So why don't we
bust the place up, right?

Pick everybody up,
get people to flip?

'Cause nobody's gonna flip.

Listen to me.
Ellie is one of the best

undercover operatives we have.

If anybody can get
on the inside,

and get us up the food chain,
it's her.

(grunts)

God, this thong is riding up
in every way imaginable.

Okay, so now look, we're going
to be about a block away,

but you're going to be
on your own.

They're going to search you,
so you can't carry a weapon.

Not sure where I'd hide it
in this thing anyhow.

All right, listen,
this is courtesy of Teddy Ko.

That'll get you on the inside.
And I've got you

something that's, uh,

it's the best
I could come up with

in our new low‐tech reality.

If you get in trouble,
hit the unlock button.

‐It'll send us a signal.
‐We'll be a block away.

We'll get there in a hurry.

Now, I'm gonna give you guys
a minute, all right?

I'll meet you at the van.

Hey, asshole, we had a deal.
We're partners,

we sleep together‐‐
no strings, no commitment.

I know our deal.

'Cause it looks like
you're falling in love with me.

‐Stop.
‐(scoffs)

Okay, look, if anybody's
falling in love with anybody...

I know I look hot in this dress,
but I'm gonna need you to

hold your shit together, man.

You do look good in that dress.

All right, fine. Fine.

♪ ♪

PHILLY:
I don't know about this, man.

Okay, she's in.

(cheering)

One‐to‐five odds
on Hitman McDaniels,

‐a huge favorite.
‐MAN: Slice him up!

ANNOUNCER: Okay, I've got
one million on "The Hitman."

Over/under on the match
is four minutes.

(cheering, shouting)

‐Yeah! Get him! Get him!
‐(others clamoring)

ANNOUNCER:
Half‐million parlay on
The Hitman with the under.

No more action‐‐
we're not taking any more bets.

(men grunting)

(cheering)

Come on! Get him!

(men grunting)

(crowd cheering, whooping)

Hey. I need you to blow.

Excuse me?

My dice, for luck.

Oh. I'll tell you what:
why don't you blow yourself

and see how that
works out for you?

WOMAN:
Come on!

(grunting)

ANNOUNCER:
The Hitman has him on the ropes.

(cheering raucously)

If anyone had decapitation
as a prop bet...

(yelling)

ANNOUNCER: And Hitman wins!
He runs his record to 12‐0.

‐(panting)
‐(cheering in distance)

Hey.

What do you want?

We want you to come to a party.

I'll pass.

It wasn't an invitation.
(grunts)

(all grunting)

Impressive.

Wait.
(speaks foreign language)

(men grunting)

I apologize for my nephews.

Where did you learn
Nanyuan fighting?

My grandfather.

Did you enjoy watching
the fight inside?

‐It was okay.
‐What would make it better?

Me.

(laughs softly)
He doesn't have a daughter.

What if I offered
to pay you to fight?

I'd say hell yes.

Why?

'Cause I have nothing to lose.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪
I'm just saying,
we're already compromised.

Going to an outside guy
feels risky.

Hey, we need someone
off the grid

and this guy
is way off the grid.

Oh, when we get in there,
don't make any sudden moves.

‐Nash? Is that you?
‐Who else would I be?

Prove it.

Uh, o‐okay.

Uh, we were running down
bad guys in the Fillmore

‐and you had Ethiopian food.
‐(chuckles) Nash!

(both laughing)

‐Hey.
‐Who's the stiff?

He's with me.
Can we come in?

Yeah, come in, come in.

‐Come on. Come on, come on!
‐O‐Okay, okay, okay.

I realized 15 years ago that

every time you went online,

every time you bought something

or posted about how delicious
your latte was that morning,

‐they were watching.
‐They?

Yeah, did you know
data surpassed oil

as the world's most
valuable commodity?

No, I wasn't aware.

That's why I went off‐line
and stayed online,

so I can watch them watching us.
Okay.

So what do you need?

You're sure
no one can monitor you?

I'm not the one who got hacked.

‐(laughs)
‐Okay,

well, we need you to run down
any unusual activity

of money being moved around town
the last couple months.

There's been some
illegal gambling going on.

‐You talked to Teddy Ko?
‐Yeah.

He gave us all he could give us,
but he doesn't know the players.

Okay, let's give it a whirl.

Uh, Harvey, I just gotta ask,
how long has it been

since you've been out
of this apartment?

Six years, four months,
nine days.

Okay, so when this is all over,
we're gonna take a little walk.

‐Okay?
‐Eh, not likely.

Okay, here's something.

Wire transfers from cash.

Walked into
Woodside National Savings.

Oh.

That's where the heavy hitters
keep their money.

It may take longer to tell you
where the money ended up.

I can tell you when
the deposits were made.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Look at this.

All the cash deposits
were made within

24 hours of the Sunset killings
taking place.

Look at that.
We're onto something.

Let's just keep digging.

‐Holy shit.
‐You better watch that mouth.

‐I found him!
‐Seriously?

Guy's face was on
a wall‐sized screen.

I'm positive.

Sean McDaniels, huh?

Assault with a deadly weapon,
attempted murder.

Seems like a real sweetheart.

Former MMA fighter.

Got kicked out of a league last
year for positive PED tests.

Mm‐hmm. We should go...

(whispers):
find him.

All right.

They're bringing McDaniels
up now.

Hey, let me be the tough guy
this time, okay?

‐You wanna be the tough guy?
‐Hey, man, you dragged my ass

into this stuff,
so all I'm asking

is for you to just let me...

(yelling)

(yells)

(grunting)

(McDaniels breathing heavily)

(handcuffs clicking)

(door closes)

He's all yours, Bubba.

Who you two supposed to be?

Shut up, asshole.

We got you on video
murdering somebody.

Man, I didn't murder anybody.

How'd you get so beat up?

Playing the violin.

You want to leave us alone
for a minute?

Come on, man. You think
I'm afraid of a beating?

I want you to pay very close
attention to what I'm going to

tell you. The people
you're trying to protect

don't give a damn about you.

We arrested a guy who was
in here before you

on this very same case‐‐
Trevor Garrison.

He's dead.
And he was rich.

What do you think
they're gonna do to you?

(growls)

Oh, man.

It started a couple months ago.

I'm in a bar, guy comes up,
offers me a fight off the books.

Said there'd be a bonus if I
put the guy in the hospital.

Next fight, he upped the ante.

Said there'd be an extra 50
if I, you know...

Killed your opponent.

He said if I told anybody,
he'd kill me.

And anyone I ever cared about.
And that's all I know.

All right, I want a name
and I want a number.

Right now.
I'm tired of this.

(choking)

Sean?

‐Sean?
‐Hey.

Well, tough guy, you killed him.

You can tell Nash
you didn't kill this guy.

Well, what was
the cause of death?

Well, I thought it was
sudden cardiac death.

The brain's electrical system
causes the heart to shut down.

You thought it was
cardiac arrest?

Well, the heart did shut down,
but it had outside help.

What you're looking at
is six nanometers‐‐

a millionth of a millimeter.

I got lucky and found it
in McDaniels'

‐cerebral cortex.
‐How did it get there?

Injected into his bloodstream
and made its way up.

What does this chip do?

(chuckles) Well, that's
for you geniuses to figure out.

It was directed to the amygdala,
which controls emotions.

I need to borrow this chip.

‐It's a murder weapon.
‐Look, we just need to bring...

Just bring in the SFPD
Cyber Unit to look at it here.

We've been hacked.
SIU is compromised

and we don't know how far
it goes.

And if I let it out of here,

a first‐year public defender
will get it thrown out of court.

Chain of custody.
You want to show it to someone?

Get their ass in here.

(sighs)

I've got my first fight tonight.

(sighs)

(muffled chatter)

‐Coast is clear.
‐Come on. It's okay.

Come on, come on, you can...
Harvey, you're doing fine.

‐Come on.
‐You're doing fine.

‐I can't feel my face.
‐Let's see, it's still there.

‐Ugly as ever.
‐(groans)

Come on. Here, come on.
Come on.

Oh, shit, I didn't think
they'd gotten this far.

What is it?

You get this in someone's head,

it controls impulses,
especially aggression.

You said the adrenaline levels
were off the charts in some

of the victims,
and that some of the wounds

were the result
of superhuman strength.

Never seen anything like it.

‐Oh, man.
‐What else, Harv?

The guy just dropped dead
on you in interrogation?

Yeah.

This thing comes complete
with a kill switch.

♪ ♪

PHILLY:
How long has she gotta wait?

NASH:
Relax, bro, this is what we do.

(tires screech)

Ah, come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the hell?

‐Let's take him.
‐Relax, relax.

We got GPS.
We can track her.

(tires squealing)

NASH:
All right, stay on her.

Come on!

‐They're gone, we lost her.
‐NASH: Just stay on her.

She's headed south.

Come on, let's go!

Make this right and pull over.

We should be on her right here.

We're running out of time.

Shit!

‐They found the fob.
‐They're gonna kill her.

We‐we don't know that.

We've got to call it in, right?

‐Uh, put an APB out on the van.
‐We know they're monitoring

the police radio band; if they
know we're looking for her,

‐they'll kill her.
‐We can't do this alone.

SFPD. I need to borrow
your phone.

‐Hold on, hold on, hold on.
‐No, no, no.

‐Seriously, come on.
‐I don't care what
you're looking at.

I'm... Whoa, dude.
All right.

‐(phone ringing)
‐MAN (on TV): This was
absolutely beautiful,

‐wasn't it?
‐WOMAN (on TV): So romantic.

(crying)

‐MAN: It, like, pretty much...
‐(grunts)

(sighs)
Who is this?

‐NASH: Harvey.
‐Hey, Nash.

What's up?

Harvey, I need a favor.

No, no, it can't wait until
after The Bachelor.

Look, look.
I need you to tap into

the Caltrans traffic site‐‐

the bridge crossings
and the traffic cams.

Hell, while you're at it,
you may as well

tap into the NSA satellite.

Inside joke with a friend.

My men tell me
there's a problem? I came here to fight.
Now I gotta get some shot, too?

It's a mild stimulant.

Do I look like
I need a stimulant?

(laughs softly)

Oh, something's funny?

That you think
you have a choice.

I imagine you'd like
your GPS back.

Who's following you, Detective?

You think I'm a cop?

I got a jealous boyfriend,
wants to keep tabs on me.

You're suspicious enough to
put a hood over my head.

I gotta look out
for myself, too.

(speaks foreign language)

♪ ♪

We ready?

I'll update it now.
Should be recalibrated.

Where are we going?

‐Hey!
‐Thought you came here to fight.

So you know,
when I'm finished out there,

I'm coming back for you two.

♪ ♪

(air whooshing)

(grunts softly)

Oh, shit.

(man grunting)

(buzzer sounds)

(yells fiercely)

Harvey better be right.

Hey!

(grunting)

All right, we're in.
Northeastern rear entrance.

Send the attack team.

‐(handcuffs clicking)
‐If you're going with me,

you better put a gun
in your hand.

♪ ♪

(grunting)

(shouts)

SFPD! Put down your weapon!

(both grunting)

(shouting)

(sword clangs)

‐(grunting)
‐Ah!

(Ellie panting)

♪ ♪

(shouting)

(shrieking)

(growls)

Steven, I don't have him!

Steven,

I don't have him!

(guttural grunting)

SFPD! Put her down!

Steven, take the shot!

(grunts)

(panting)

Steven? You good?

‐Steven! Are you good?
‐Yeah, yes.

‐Where'd he get you?
‐He‐he didn't. He shot‐‐

He‐he injected me,
he injected me.

All right, relax. Just relax.
You're going to be all right.

You're gonna be good.
Call a medevac.

Get a blood dialysis
on her right away.

Trust me, right?

‐You're gonna be good.
‐STEVEN: Officer down!

408 requesting immediate
medical assistance.

♪ ♪

Okay.

This is gonna hurt.

(groans)

SFPD! Hands up!

Get up, get down on the ground.

(echoes):
Bridges.

(groaning)

Oh!

Ah... Wow,
that really did hurt.

♪ ♪ ‐(indistinct chatter)
‐(Nash chuckles)

‐Hey, what's going on?
‐Back on line.

You're all like
a bunch of crackheads.

‐Have you learned nothing?
‐Yeah, no technology sucks.

Joe, can you believe this?

Hey, look,
I got Tinder matches.

Oh, my God.

This whole thing
still blows my mind.

Your mind blows easily.

The Sunset killings
are all either intended

or unintended victims
of these murder games, right?

So how does gambling factor in?

Ah, it was a sick side thing
for Garrison.

If it's his side thing,
what's the main thing?

We're learning Trumanik
was working with someone

to build the perfect soldier.

All this confirms what
I've always known.

‐Rich people are sick.
‐Can't argue with that.

Come on, Romeo, let's go.

Hey, look. Oh, look.
Hello.

Aren't you glad you came back
for this one?

Yeah. I'll be glad
to be going, too.

Come on, we just got
the band back together.

Hey, for this one case.

Hey, a deal's a deal, right?

Besides, I'm seeing
Victoria tonight.

Deal's a deal.
Call you tomorrow.

‐Yes, indeed.
‐Nash, wait up.

I got something on
who's been calling the shots.

There's a router that goes
through five different servers,

pinged everywhere from
Munich to Rio de Janeiro.

‐I don't have the address,
but the neighborhood...
‐Pacific Heights.

I should be able
to narrow it down

‐in a couple of hours.
‐You don't need to.

I know who it is.

I should have known,
Trevor didn't

have the brains for a plan
this sophisticated.

I still can't believe it.

I thought Trumanik
was behind all this.

He was behind
the super‐soldier thing.

But he couldn't
pull off the technology.

We were looking
at the wrong Garrison.

We needed to look at the father.

Well, we'd better be sure.

He's the one that hacked
into our systems.

And those death matches?

‐They were a biotech play.
‐And everyone who died?

They were what?

Beta testing for Garrison.
They were lab rats.

(engine revving)

‐(tires screech)
‐What's going on?

It looks like somebody
beat us to the punch.

(indistinct chatter)

Inspector Bridges,
it's good to see you again.

You know, Marvin,

you really got me
with those crocodile tears.

It's over, Garrison.

I don't know.

Somehow it doesn't
feel that way.

(chuckles)
Oh, if you have anything else,

I suggest you
refer it to your captain.

What the hell is going on, Lena?

This is Senior Agent
Delmore Franks.

He's with the NSA.

On behalf of our department,
I want to thank you both

for your service to our city
and the solving

‐of the Sunset killings.
‐Mm‐hmm. But?

Marvin Garrison
is in federal custody.

He's cooperating fully with
an interagency investigation.

This is bullshit.

I'd choose your next words
carefully, Inspector Colton.

Yeah, we got it.
Message received.

So I guess we can go now, huh?

With the thanks of a grateful...

‐Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's go.
‐Okay. Hey...

‐Let me go.
‐I'm looking after you, dude.

That's the NSA. You don't
want to screw around with them.

So, are they going to stop
what Garrison's developing?

Or are they gonna take it,
weaponize it,

and give the sick bastard
a sweetheart deal?

Mm, I'm gonna go
with door number two.

Okay, so then,
at the end of the day,

what have we even done here?

You know,
for a millennial snowflake,

you're awfully cynical.

Relax, Steven. Get in.

(siren whoops, wails)

(scoffs)
Well, I guess that's that.

That's that.

You figure out your next move?

(chuckles) I can't believe
I'm saying this, but...

...we could use you at SIU.

(laughs):
Really?

You need me at SIU?

Okay, that's‐that's a,
that's a bit far.

(laughs) I'll see you
at the shop tomorrow.

Right now I'm gonna go home.

I'm gonna uncork a bottle
of '55 Macallan.

And I'm gonna take
a nice long pull

and gaze out over my city.

‐Well, I like Scotch.
‐(engine starts)

But you're not invited.

Although I am going to
call your sister.

That's not funny.

I'm not being funny.

Well, I'm just saying, let's,
let's take it easy on that.

(Nash laughs)

(whistling)

(engine revving)

Um...

Hey, man.

What happened to
"a deal is a deal"?

I lied.

I told you, it's going around.

Get in, partner.

Man, what happened to
"a deal's a deal"?

You know, you tell a guy
and the next thing you know,

you're in a Hellcat.

Shut up.

‐(seat belt clicks)
‐Better hurry.

(tires screeching)

♪ ♪

♪ I'm not afraid of you ♪