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Hey. You put up a pine tree?

I told you, red
wagon, you hang fruit.

Hang fruit if the
coast is clear.

I like the smell of pine, bubba.

What's with the 007 nonsense?

Why couldn't we just
meet in some coffee shop?

'Cause a guy can
bug a coffee shop.

He can mic any room, he
can watch you from any place.

That's why we're in here.

What guy?

The Monk.

What do you know about the Monk?

I know he's in town.

He's on a job.

So what do I get out of this?

My undying gratitude, a
hot wax and undercoating.

You know I got a probation
hearing that's coming up?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
All right, all right.

I'll see what I can do.

No, no. I need better than that.

We're going to be out of here

in about 30 seconds, Stuart.

You want to start talking?

You know, this just isn't
turning out like I planned.

You work for me.

You're an informant.

You give me information.

Now, what part of
this isn't clear to you?

Okay. There's going
to be a major hit.

I mean major.

In the next 24 hours.

Oh, that's very
nice. I'm thrilled.

Is that supposed to
make me more excited?

Who's the target?

You're not going to like it.

Well, humor me.

Okay.

♪ ♪

Any idea who the shooter was?

Yeah. The Monk.

You're not serious, Nash.

The international mercenary guy?

The one on Interpol's
most wanted list.

That Monk?

The very same.

Holy high profile, Batman!

How did he get that name anyway?

FBI gave it to him for
his methods of killing.

He's a loner.

Never been affiliated with
any known terrorist group.

Been a free agent
his entire career.

Why did he go after Stuart?

'Cause Stuart knew
about his next job.

Yeah. So Stuart
became his next job.

You knew him once, didn't you?

Yeah. His real name
is Scott LaMont.

We grew up together.

No! He's a local boy?

Did you know him well?

Yeah. We were best friends once.

We played football
together in Catholic school.

Then he became a Green
Beret when I joined the force.

Then he just drifted away.

Oh. He used to be
a good guy, huh?

I'm the landlady.

What's going on here?

Who did you rent this room to?

Some guy called this morning.

Wanted it month-to-month.

Why? What did he do?

Traffic violation.

Uh-huh. Perfect line of sight

right to the car wash.

No dust on the windowsill.

Yes, sirree! This is
right where he fired from.

Lucky he wasn't aiming at you.

Traffic violation!
That reminds me.

What's this?

List of cars parking
illegally behind my building.

Big sign says "No
non-tenant parking."

Hello! The bastards use
it like it's Candlestick Park.

I want them towed.

There were six
of them out there.

Now there's five. One left.

When did you make this list?

Couple hours ago.

Run it, Harve.

Concentrate on the one
that's missing. Find it.

It's an odd color
on this casing.

Plus, I don't recognize
the manufacturer's mark.

Isn't it a little out of
character for this guy,

leaving evidence behind?

Well, maybe he wanted
us to know it was him.

Yes. I'm holding.

City Hall says
there's no big politicos

or religious leaders
coming to town now.

Keep looking.

There's got to be
a reason he's here.

There's good reason you
didn't recognize his shell casing.

It's very rare. It's
made in limited run

by a small German firm,

and Interpol confirms this
is the Monk's bullet du jour.

Yes, I'm holding.

You're holding.

Uh... did you run the plates?

Yeah, from the
apartment building.

Look at the fourth
one down there, Nash.

Oh, good. $80,000 sports car

for somebody who lives
in a $80 a week apartment.

I don't think so.

I'm tracking it now.

What the hell is that?

That is Arthur Jackson Jones,

award-winning
documentary filmmaker.

Arthur Jackson
Jones, Nash Bridges.

Is it true that this building
is earthquake condemned?

Is that right?
That can't be right.

That has to be against the law.

Let me get a shot of it.

Mr. Jackson Jones is
part of a pilot program...

The Security Liability
Protection Unit.

Jackson Jones, SFPD.

Special Unit.

Arthur will document our
interrogations and takedowns

to show people
that they're legal.

Uh-huh.

Uh, well, Arthur,

we're not doing any
takedowns right now

and no interrogations, so
why don't you turn that thing off.

Do you want to turn that off?

Arthur?

You want to...

Arthur, turn that
damn thing off.

See, I wanted to work

with homicide, but I lost

a coin toss, so here I am.

Better luck next time.

See, I'm really a
filmmaker, man.

I just do this to make money.

Perhaps you've seen my
docudrama Tag Team?

About the institutional
conspiracy to discredit graffiti

as a legitimate form
of free expression.

I was sick that day.

The chief specifically

wanted Arthur to follow
us around for a few days.

Us? You and me?

You're going to
work this personally?

You sure you still
remember how to do this?

I ain't that old, Nash.

Besides, this case
may have major

international ramifications.

So, let me get this straight.

We're working this murder case,

and we've got to
babysit Spike Lee, huh?

Mm-hmm. Murder case?
You've engaged my muse.

Excuse me.

That car tracks to
somebody staying

at the St. George Marquis.

Well, partner,
let's check it out.

Harve, stay here
with Evan and Bryn.

Help them prep for
the stakeout. Yes, sir.

Oh, you did get Arthur
to sign the waiver

in case he gets shot
in the cross fire? Yep.

Hey, man, I got 30
pounds of equipment here.

Wait up. Fascists.

Okay, sweethearts,
Andre Schaffer.

Now, somehow this guy
has managed to elude

both the police and the FBI
for the better part of 20 years.

And last night, we
got a tip that he may be

subletting in a
place in the Haight,

under the name of
Leland McGuire, all right?

This is what this
guy looks like.

I got to help Nash
with this other case,

so you dear hearts
are on your own.

And what did this guy do?

Uh, he was a founding
member of the Berkeley Four.

Yeah. Who?

He enjoys making me feel old.

Once upon a time there
was a Vietnam War,

and the Berkeley Four
was a particularly violent

antiwar group responsible
for a slew of bombings

in this city in the early '70s.

Uh-huh. Thanks, Harve.

So you're my new
stakeout partner?

Yeah, my parent"
worst nightmare.

I'll be living in sin
with a police officer.

Damn, I can't believe this.

Nash and A.J. are chasing
some international hit man

while we're stuck here
waiting for some guy

who's probably
never coming back.

You're right, it
does look quiet.

Looks like Fido's
learning a new trick.

You're supposed to be
watching for McGuire.

Yeah, why watch
network when you've got

a satellite dish.

Hello.

Mia, that's not fair.

I do, too, know what I want.

In fact, I've got

a crystal clear image
of Mr. Right, okay?

He'd be sensitive,

but not in a tofu eating,
milquetoast-y way.

He'd listen to me.

He'd be present
when I talked to him.

She's talking about me.

Sort of the wit of Oscar Wilde.

Someone passionate

with the heart of a poet.

What? No.

Don't set me up.

Yeah, yeah, no, no,
no, don't set her up.

Well, is he cute?

He's got brown hair,

and he's cute.

You've convinced me.

I'll go out with him.

Damn, she's going
on another date.

Well, don't you
think it's, like,

a little too soon, you know?

She needs a little
more time to heal?

Oh, you're really starting
to scare me, Cortez.

Let me tell you
something, Carson.

I think this girl is,
like, perfect for me,

but the shame is that you
don't believe in romance.

Oh, I believe in romance...
Flowers, love poems.

But I also believe in the
constitutional right to privacy.

Tell me something, Bryn,

have you ever, like,
really been in love?

Oh, yeah, I have,
as a matter of fact.

And you know what the
really amazing thing is?

We were actually in
the same room together.

You see, you clearly
don't know me.

Right? I mean, what
I'm, like, really about.

You see me as this, like,
straightforward kind of guy,

but let me tell you something,

there's this passion
here, right? This hunger.

You know, I'm looking
for, like, uh, like, uh...

like a higher love.

Wow, that's really
Jane Austen of you.

But you're playing
with fire here.

Do you know what
Oscar Wilde said? No.

He said that the only
way to get rid of temptation

is to yield to it.

Just like old times, huh, A.J.?

Except I'm the boss.

Yeah, don't worry.

I won't hold that against you.

Uh, whose room did
you say this was? Shh!

Knock it off or I'll
make you go in first.

Well, we're making progress.

This guy really
overpacks for travel.

Thirty-ought-six,
probably the same one

he killed Stuart with.

Scotty always liked the best.

So there's no way he's
going to leave this stuff behind.

Who is this ugly looking dude?

You want to know his target?

Here's his target.

That would be Aziz Khadeem.

He used to be a major
expediter for Middle East heroin.

Yeah, till this happened.

Biggest drug bust
in U.S. history.

You know what? I'd say that, uh,

Mr. Khadeem's partners
in Tehran aren't too happy.

Yep, looking at a reprisal hit.

How about this for
a philosophical quiz?

Khadeem's one of the
biggest crooks in the world.

What happens if
we don't warn him.

What happens if we just
let nature take its course?

Good night.

Hey, hey, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.

You can't do that.

I got my rights.

You got a privilege, bubba.

There's a difference.

All right, let's set up.

Anything yet, Harve?

Mm-mm, Nash.

No activity from the bottom

of the St. George
gorge as of yet.

Don't even blink.

This guy is good.

You told all additional backup

to park at least two
blocks away, right?

Yeah, what's up?
What's that look?

I don't know, man.

Something feels funky.

It doesn't feel right.

How much backup did you order?

Minimal, three units.

I hope that's not too much.

Better too much than not enough.

Not always.

Good evening, sir.

Who sent you? The kitchen.

Who sent you?

The kitchen. The kitchen?

Didn't you order that?

Yeah.

Hey, buddy.

Long time no see.

I hope your friends
enjoyed the snacks.

Hi, Scotty.

Where are you?

Not where you want me to be.

Say, how about we get
together, you and me?

Sure, come on up.

Oh, I don't think so.

Meet me on the
number two elevator.

Show up alone or I
don't show up at all.

Yeah.

Stop between the
eighth and ninth floors.

Hiya, Scotty.

You look good.

Hey, so do you.

I thought after two divorces

you'd look a
little more... worn.

You ought to see
it from this side.

You just haven't
seen me up close yet.

Oh, yes, I have.

So, uh,

did you ever give any
thought to rehabilitation?

No!

Have you?

Ah, maybe I could help you.

What do I need help for?

I travel the world.

I make millions of dollars.

I meet interesting people.

What help do I need?

You killed a friend
of mine, bubba.

Oh, please.

I was a friend of yours.

He was just an informer.

Let me ask you
something, Scotty.

Doesn't it bother you just
a little bit, what you do?

Ask Johnnie Cochran, F.
Lee Bailey, that question.

You hire on to do
a job, you do the job

to the best of your abilities.

Bubba.

You know it's illegal
to smoke in elevators.

Oh, Officer.

You'll have to give me a ticket.

I think it's gonna be a
little more severe than that.

Let's get something
straight, old buddy.

I got a job to do.

You stay out of
it, you'll stay alive.

I can't do that, Scotty.

You really think you
can catch me, huh?

Well, you could get
off and try and guess

which floor I'm gonna stop on.

You have a one in 17 chance.

Feel lucky, Nash?

Hey, buddy...

hide-and-seek.

You're it.

A.J.?

I'm at 17 and I'm
on my way down.

He's in car number three.

He's headed your way.

Excuse me, folks, excuse me.

Yeah, he got off on 12.

Where is he?

One step ahead of us.

Her name is Sandra Graham.

She's an assistant
district attorney.

Until we know
what this guy's up to,

we better put a
call in to her office.

And we better warn Aziz.

And I was having
such a good day.

Ah, we couldn't just hold off

till the Monk takes a
crack at him, could we?

I mean Aziz is such a scum sack.

Damn, my battery's running down.

Could you guys
do that rap again?

Let's get Aziz in here.

Ooh, yikes!

My God, you practically
need a PhD to order here.

I've got a PhD.

Can I help you?

Well, you're probably

overqualified, but tell me,

is it better to order
whole-bean or pre-ground?

Hmm. Do you have a grinder?

No.

Well, then I think pre-ground.

Hi. I'm, uh, Sonny.

Sandra. Hi.

Hi.

Hey, Gianna, this is Mia.

Listen, you know that
guy I told you about,

Michael, the playwright
from New York? Well,

forget it. They canceled
the reading of his play,

so, he's not coming after all.

You are safe.

Yes!

Michael canceled.

Oh, too bad you're not a
playwright from New York.

You might have a shot.

Listen, I gotta go get a double
cappuccino before my shift.

Be right back.

Hello.

Uh, Gianna.

Yes?

Hi. It's-It's Michael.

Michael...?

Um, um... uh, Mia's
friend from New York.

Oh, hi. Yeah, I just got
the message about you.

Sorry you can't come.

Well, actually, um, that's
what I'm calling you about.

The reading for the
play, it's back on again

and, uh, um, I'm at the airport.

Now? You are?

Oh! Uh, that's great.

I was wondering maybe,
maybe if-if you're still free...

Sure. Uh, what time
should I expect you?

Um... like in an hour?

Perfect.

Great! Gr...

Uh, listen, I gotta go. Um...

I'll talk to you in
about an hour.

Bye.

So the same police who
want to send me to jail for life

call me into a cell to
help keep me alive, huh?

Anybody else see
the irony in this, huh?

Well, don't get me wrong.

I don't like you,

and I don't care
if he does kill you,

but, you see I've just
got this duty I have to do.

Yeah. You are doing it so well.

Do you validate?

Hmm?

Hey! What is this?

I never said anybody
could film me.

Hey, hey, hey,
SLPU, special division.

All right, just
answer the question.

Arthur, he's not a suspect.

You have to turn that off.

What? I-I'm protected
by the MPAA, the NAACP,

the LCAU, the FBI...

Thank you, Arthur.

So...

Mr. Khadeem, consider
yourself warned.

Fine. I am warned.

You know, it occurs to me

that your suppliers being
majorly pissed off at you,

jail might just be the
best place for you.

May I go now?

Please.

Interesting.

We just tell this guy

that the best hit
man in the world

is after him,

and he doesn't
so much as flinch.

He doesn't ask for protection.

Doesn't ask how we found out.

Yeah, almost

as if he didn't care.

Well, if the Monk
was after me, I'd care.

Unless I knew I was safe.

Maybe Aziz isn't the target.

Maybe he hired the Monk.

So he fakes a hit,

disappears till after the
grand jury indictment.

Damn, this is
getting interesting.

Wait a minute, wait a minute,
wait a minute, wait a minute.

Do you remember that there was

a single SFPD undercover cop

that made the original
bust on the warehouse.

The Ames warehouse.

Yeah, yeah, the one
that was unidentified,

that undercover narc cop.

Aziz takes him out...

the state's case disappears.

We gotta find that cop
before the Monk does.

Damn. Yo, Nash, you bumped me.

A.J.

Look, let's take this
back from the top.

Can we do this again? From one.

Well, this has been the
longest coffee break on record.

Thanks a lot. I got to go.

Hey, I'll walk you to your car.

Oh, sure.

Well, you know,
it's not every day

I meet an assistant D.A.

That drug case you're
working on sounds fascinating.

Well, not all my cases
are like that, believe me.

Listen, you know,
I don't usually

give my number out

to anyone, but...

What are you doing?

Shh. Just relax.

I'm sorry, Sandra,
but that drug case...

I need a little
more information.

Start the car.

They were out of low-fat
milk, so I just got you regular.

How's it going?

Fine. Listen, uh,

my shift is over in,
like, ten minutes.

Do you mind taking
over, like, now?

Yeah, I think I can handle it.

Just leave your cell phone on.

Yeah, of course. Definitely.

Where are you going?

Um, I, uh, need to
go home and change.

Why is your face
flushed all of a sudden?

I-I got to go, Carson.

Sorry.

Cortez, what are you up to?!

How we doing on
the undercover cop?

DA's office, Justice
Department...

Ain't nobody talking.

Same with Narcotics. You?

I can't find anybody
who even knows.

Harve...

I'm walking.

Can you get into
the DA's computer?

Uh-huh. I think I can.

Good. Just don't get
caught on Candid Camera.

Uh-huh.

Hey, where's everybody gone?

Sunday... it's a skeleton crew.

You know, I been thinking.

I bet we're right about
Aziz ordering the hit.

Oh, really? We are.

Yeah, yeah.

I say we bring Aziz in here,

and we shake his ass down
until he gives up the Monk

in return for a
lighter sentence.

See, then you got the
world's greatest hit man,

plus you still got Aziz.

It's like-like a two-for-one
sale. Mm-hmm.

And, uh, you think
of this all by yourself?

Yeah, yeah, I got
a scene like that

in a screenplay
I'm trying to sell.

It's like life imitating art.

That's good, except, um,

there is just one
little problem.

What's that?

You see, Aziz hired the Monk.

Now, if he gives up the hit man,

it makes it worse on Aziz.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, I didn't think about that.

I guess that creates
a story problem.

Mm-hmm.

But you just keep thinking.

I'll do that.

Good.

I'll do that. I'll
really do that.

Yeah, good.

Go do it somewhere else.

Okay.

Can Dumbo fly,

can politicians lie, can
Michael Jordan sky?

Karen Steele.

I know her.

There's no question
she's the target.

Harvey, I could kiss you.

Gently, maybe, on the cheek.

Uh, hold up. I see
you trying to ditch me.

Hey! See!

Now, I can't do this by mys...

Come on.

I got a 30-pound camera here,

and you got me doing a lot, see.

I'm supposed to have
exclusive coverage!

Her commander says
she's doing a drug deal.

You, stay here. What?

That's local talk for,
"You'll be sorry if you don't."

I'll sue you guys under the
Freedom of Information Act,

I swear to God.

It's him.

Nash? Get down.

This is getting annoying.

Get down!

Hey, yo, what's going on?!

Huh?!

Get down!

You, bitch!

Uh-uh!

No, no, no!

Not bad, bubba!

But it's only half-time.

I'm going for a cold one.

So he lives to
fight another day.

Yep.

But we got what he's after.

Being anonymous and
undercover was supposed to be

as good as being in the
witness protection program.

Guess not.

I will personally get
you into court tomorrow

for that grand jury hearing.

But until then, I want
you to stay here, okay?

You've convinced
me. I-I'm not leaving.

Lieutenant, somebody's
screaming for you

on line three.

Nash, about an hour ago,

an ADA named Sandra
Graham was found strangled.

She was working
the Aziz case as well.

God!

Sandra.

That explains how
he tracked you.

But you're safe now.

He's not gonna
get to you in here.

You're gonna stay
here with me, right?

Absolutely.

That was McCall from Narcotics.

Found out we had Karen.

I told him we could keep
her here for the night.

It's your call.

I'm not leaving this building.

Good choice.

Make her comfortable, Harve.

A.J., remember how
we flushed Vinnie G

back when we were
working Doublerock in '79?

Yeah, yeah. Good idea.

Worked once.

We'll try it again.

Where's, uh, Arthur?

In the bathroom.

Oh, damn, I wish
we could wait for him.

Hey, hey, good news.
Michael's back on.

Yeah, I know. I
already spoke to him.

He called you? I thought

his flight wasn't
getting in until 8:30.

Well, it probably came in early.

Oh, hang on. I got another call.

Gianna, it's Michael.
I'm downstairs.

Oh, hang on. I'll
throw down the key.

Oh! Mia, he's outside.

Hi! Um, just come on up, okay?

Hi.

Hi.

Oh, these...

These are for you.

Thank you. They're beautiful.

This...

Oh, uh, you want to come in?

Sure.

Sorry. Oh.

I'm sorry about the buzzer.

I've been trying
to get the landlord

to fix that, but he's lazy.

Anyway...

What the...? Thank
you for the flowers.

They're beautiful.

Um, how was your flight?

Uh, uneventful.

You don't have a suitcase.

I...

Um...

Uh, Michael...

You're-You're ringing.

I know. Excuse me.

Okay.

Hello.

What the hell are you doing?!

Listen, I-I can't really
talk right now, okay?

Have you lost your mind?

Thanks for calling.

Appreciate it.

Who was that?

Uh, the airport.

They-They found my luggage.

I-I lost my luggage, you see,
and somebody else picked it up,

and, uh, they found it.

I'm so relieved.

Good.

So, Mia tells me
you're a playwright.

Yes, I-I write plays.

What genre?

Comedy? Tragedy?

Love stories.

Really?

Yeah, really.

I'm, like, on page one, yeah.

I'm gonna have to
watch out for you, aren't I?

Sorry.

Uh, hello?

Oh, my God, what a line!

Thanks. You know what?

Next Tuesday
would be just perfect.

How can you talk
about romantic ideals

when you're duping this woman?

You are like some
kind of carnival huckster.

You've got it all wrong, Cortez.

Love is not about
deception and trickery.

It is about truth, it
is about honesty,

it is about opening yourself up.

Great. You could
drop it off at the hotel.

That would be perfect.

Let me speak to her.

It's time someone
set her straight.

Thanks again.

Ah, they're dropping my
luggage off at the hotel.

Um, would you mind if I
put on a little bit of music?

Oh, sure.

Do you want a drink?

I could make some margaritas.

I'd love a margarita.

Okay.

That would be perfect.

We were so happy
when you called.

How's your dad doing?

Oh, he's, uh...

He's doing all right.

He's, you know,
got a few problems

every now and then
with his memory.

We'd heard.

We pray for him.

Oh, thank you, Ruth.

Let me ask you something.

Have you, um... have you
heard from Scotty at all?

MR. LaMONT: Not for

almost a decade.

Why?

Oh, I was just
thinking about him.

I thought maybe if
you'd heard from him,

I could give him a call.

MR. LaMONT: Yeah.

Well, if you do, let him know.

Sure, Nash. Thanks.

Bye.

Yeah?

What the hell are you
doing talking to my parents?

Well, they miss you, Scotty.

You should give
them a call some time.

You just leave them out of this.

Trace on 415-555-0173.

Are you bothered by this?

You sound a little
emotional there, Scotty,

for a cold-hearted hit man.

Don't you try to get
into my head, Nash.

It won't work.

Why?

I've got your target,
and you've got squat.

Fifth and Market.

Don't you worry about me.

You worry about you.

Well, it's about time.

You think you can win this?

Yes, I do.

Cute.

Calls me on the pay phone,

dials his own cell phone
from a second cell phone,

tapes it up, starts talking,
then just keeps walking.

Bad news, brother.

He's smarter than Vinnie G.

Yeah, I noticed that.

What took you so long?

There was a lot of foot traffic.

She was supposed
to be dead by now.

Aziz, you really
should drink less coffee.

And you need to do your job.

Now, he's in the way.

Take him out.

I told you I'm not interested.

I don't care.

I want my interests protected,

and he's preventing that.

I don't kill my
friends for money.

This one I'll do for free.

On second thought...

I don't appreciate you
leaving me like that.

Oh, man. Hey, what is that?

Oh, dang, Arthur, I'm so sorry.

Next time, I promise.

Nash? Yeah.

Blueprints for City
Hall courthouse.

Oh, beautiful. Where's Karen?

Uh, she's crashed
up in A.J.'s office.

All right, great.

Great hotel, huh?

I have a new appreciation
for the comforts of home.

Well, don't worry.

You're safe here.

And I'm going
over the blueprints

of city hall and the courthouse

to get you in and
out safely tomorrow.

What about next week?

Karen, the only way to
stop this is to stop Aziz.

And once you set
foot in that courtroom,

all of his money and power
and influence evaporates.

So does the threat.

And the Monk?

You just take care of Aziz.

I'll take care of the Monk.

Okay.

Hang in there.

♪ Ah, ah ♪

Hey, Gianna!

♪ I've been told
there's better ways ♪

Gianna!

♪ Then living your life ♪

♪ In future... ♪
Hey, Gianna!

Oh, man.

I can't hear you.

Michael, isn't
that a little loud?

Yeah, give me the drinks.

Would you like to dance?

♪ I love everything... ♪

Yes!

Whoa!

Gianna!

Michael! Michael!

Hey, Gianna! Michael!

Michael, Michael, Michael,
Michael, Michael, Michael.

Michael, hi.

I'm... Gianna.

Nice to meet you.

Hi.

Uh, I thought
you lived at, uh...

uh, 714.

Oh, no, no, 713.

Do you want to come up?

Uh, yeah.

Let's go.

You know, that's so funny.

I know I wrote the right number.

Oh, really, she must've...

How was your flight?

He doesn't mind striking,

even at the risk
of being captured,

so, whatever his move is I
guarantee you it'll be bold.

Not bad, bubba.

But it's only half-time.

Wait a minute. I'm
going for a cold one.

Let me see this masterpiece
from the beginning.

It's a work in progress.

Arthur, Arthur,
Arthur! From the top!

All right, good.
Good, go back, now.

Go back. All right,
freeze it there.

There's something
glowing in his hand.

Harve, can you blow
that up? Should be able to.

Wait, this is copyrighted
material, you can't do this!

All right, all right,
learn to collaborate.

It specifically says
you can't do this!

Yeah.

Good. Can you move
closer on that matchbook?

Oh, yeah, like

Antonioni's flick, right.

Blowup. I saw that ten times.

L.B. Jeffries, luxury rentals.

Now, that's a very
high-end rental joint.

He obviously had
to get rid of that car

that we tracked to the hotel.

This is cool! You
know, inventory

this expensive has got to have
a vehicle recovery system on it.

So, we got him.

Harve, get the rep down here

and get him down here right now.

Good work there, Arthur!

You may have solved
this homicide for us.

Yeah, well, I couldn't
have done it without you.

Move along, Artie's
got to work here.

Thank you, Arthur.

Let me know when
this guy gets here,

I'm going to go
check on our guest.

You live here?

Yeah, I know, it's a
little spartan, isn't it?

Just a little.

I have a couch on order.

Hmm, what's all this stuff?

Nothing, it's just
a hobby of mine.

I, I have, uh,
astronomy, actually.

I like to watch the stars.

And listen to them, too, I see.

Yeah, stars can be so chatty,

the way the gossip flies from
one constellation to the other.

Okay, so, I watch
other things, too.

I see. It's interesting.

Well, I must say, Mia gave me

a very different
impression of you.

You should let me explain.

Oh, please, not at all.

I was totally disinterested in
the girl Mia was describing.

You, on the other hand,

are delightfully perverse.

I-I like to live on the
edge a bit, I mean,

I admit I own a
pair of binoculars

but you are inspired.

Show me what you
do with this thing.

Nothing.

I watch people.

You like that? Watching people?

Oh, my God! What?

It's McGuire.

What?

Damn it, he turned it off!

Gianna, what...? Gianna,
where are you going?

Come on, just have one
more. I don't want to waste it.

All righty...

Are you expecting someone?

Uh, I have no idea who that is.

Thank you. Mm-hmm.

Hello, Gianna, good to see you.

Hi, Jim, how was your trip?

Oh, fine.

Look, I hope I'm
not interrupting.

I just came by to
pick up my mail.

Oh, no, it's not a problem.

Hold on one second.

Here you go, Jim.

Thank you for your
trouble, Gianna.

I really appreciate
this. No problem.

Police, freeze!

Hold it right there! Michael,
what are you doing?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold it!

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

Put your hands against the wall!

Give me your hands. I've
been waiting 20 years for this.

What the hell's going on here?

I'm a cop and this
guy's been a fugitive

from the FBI for 20 years.

Wait, you're a cop?

Yes, I'm a cop,

and I'm sorry, okay?

You know, everything that

I said about you
is true, you know?

You're beautiful
and you're charming

and I love your laugh and...

Look, can you
please... Can I call you?

Maybe I can explain.

Uh, I don't think that
would be a very good idea.

Gianna, what's going on?

Who the hell are you?

Why's he calling you Gianna?

Do you mind? What's happening?

Hi, Michael.

Uh... that's Gianna.

What?

Michael, Gianna.

Gianna, Michael.

Listen, maybe, maybe,
like, coffee sometime?

Do you think...? No!

Um, do you want to
have lunch tomorrow?

Absolutely.

Isn't anyone going
to read me my rights?

Which car does he have?

Took out a German sedan.

Can you activate
the recovery system?

Oh, sure.

Lenny, this is Larry.

Listen, I'm here with the cops.

Uh, we want to track

8-L-K-7-Y.

What the hell?

What? What is it?

He's not more than
a hundred yards

from here.

All right, everybody,
move! He's here!

Make him safe.
A.J., you cover Arthur.

I'll take the upper floors.

Son of a bitch.

Scotty?

It's over.

You're not walking
away this time, bubba.

What makes this
time any different?

Because this time,
I'm the hit man,

and you're the target.

Where are you, Nash?

I'm right here, Scott.

How do you want to do this?

As quickly as possible.

I still have a
contract to fulfill.

You have a choice here, Scotty.

Too late, Nash.

♪ ♪

You were always
better at defense, Nash.

Remember when
we played football?

Who'd they give the ball to
when they needed to score?

Huh?

Game's over, Scotty.

Put it down.

Whoa, Nash.

Baby, how'd you do that?

Magic, bubba.

Well, you better
shoot me now, brother,

'cause you're not going
to get another chance.

Give it up, Scott.

That's not possible.

Oh, this is gonna
make an amazing movie.

Oh!

Yeah, like art
imitating life, huh, Art?

You better have Harve get
Karen home, get some sleep.

She's got an early court date.

You okay, brother?

Yeah.

I should go tell his parents.

Want me to go
with you this time?

No.

I'll see you, bro.

Good night, bro.