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Look, my tooth is killing me.

Let me just go to the
dentist, have it taken care of,

and then I'll come
back and we'll finish

this little discussion, okay?

Do I have to stand
here and listen

to this idiot complain
about his tooth?

Is this how you
do business, Earl?

That's how I stay in business.

From what I hear,

Señor Lobos here didn't just

put the deal
together, Mr. Malone.

From what I hear, he's
a San Francisco cop.

And since he brought you to me,

that would make you
a cop, too, wouldn't it?

What?

Now, that's a good fantasy.

That's a nice one.

It is all very interesting.

But you see, I'm late to
meet my sister for a drink.

And I want to get
one thing very clear:

I am here to buy ten
shipping containers

full of brand-new
boxed computers

off a boat from Taipei.

That's all I'm interested
in talking about.

Now, do you want
to do the deal or not?

Oh, we're gonna make the deal.

In about 90 seconds.

Oh, I get it.

You mean, as soon as
this bridge crushes him.

That's exactly right.

So, if I stand here

and let this idiot die,

that'll prove to you
that I'm not a cop?

That's the price
of doing business.

I got no problem with that.

Let's rock.

See you, sucker.

Wait, wait a minute.

Can I say something
here for a minute?

No, but feel free to scream.

I can't. It hurts my mouth too
much when I open it that wide.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Well, we got some time.

Here, let me show you something.

I been doing this
stuff since I was a kid.

You're gonna like
this. Watch this.

This is good, this is cool.

I take a regular
hundred dollar bill,

tear it once,

twice.

Just for good measure,
we'll just tear it one more time.

All right, I take
the whole thing,

put it in this hand.

Check it out, now.

Right into this hand.

Ready?

Hold it. Got it?

Take a look at it.
What do you got?

But that's not the
really best part.

Check this out. Look at this.

Bullets.

From your gun.

Now, that's magic.

Hold it. Nash!

Hey, Nash, come on, man!

All right, all right.

Go stop the bridge first.

No, no, no, there's
not enough time.

Oh, man, hurry up, man.

Wow, a double bowline.

You don't see these
much anymore.

Okay, come on.

Oh, come on, man. All right.

Go. Here we go.
All right, we're there.

Okay... Oops.

Tighter than I thought
it was gonna be.

Come on, baby! Come on!

I can't believe you used
that old bullet gag from,

what, 1987 with the
Hermosa Brothers?

What are you talking about?

Pinch yourself. You're
all right, aren't you?

Isn't the same
circumstances, man.

What are you talking about?

It worked, didn't it?

Nice of you guys to show up.

Great timing. Thank
you very much.

I was almost pressed
ham. Man, oh, man.

I'm in so much damn trouble.

Got a man down over
here. Come on, pick up.

Joe, I got to go meet Stacy.

I'm gonna leave you to clean up.

Got it. Take care.

All right, let's go.

Come on, Stace, pick up!

Hello.

Hi.

You here for the party?

Oh, no.

I'm waiting for somebody else.

How old are you?

I can't imagine anybody
standing you up.

I'm Chaz.

Stacy.

It's a pleasure.

I'm waiting for my brother.

He's always got one
good excuse or another.

Whoo!

Bye! Thanks!

Don't scare her.

Ready to party, baby?

That's a pretty bracelet.

Stacy?

Stacy.

What did she say?

Under the cactus, on the cactus?

I'm gonna kill P.J., man.

Stacy? Stace?

Stacy.

Stacy.

Nash.

Are you all right?

Where is everybody?

We were having a party.

Party's over, Sis.

No, no, no, we don't
need an ambulance,

but send a paramedic. Yeah.

I brought Whitney with me.

Thought you might
like some company. Hi.

I made some coffee for starters.

Thanks.

You're both so sweet.

Darling, listen to me.

Can you remember
anything about last night?

I vaguely recall
a man at the bar.

I think it was a man.

I mean, I-I can't
remember his face.

It's a blank.

Mom's antique bracelet.

They took it.

That was my favorite
thing I had of hers.

Come on, sweetheart.

It's okay.

God, Nash, I feel so stupid

for being taken
advantage of like this.

No, don't do that.

Don't do that, now.

I can't believe this happened.

It could happen to anybody.

Now, listen, I'll tell you
what, I'll make you a deal.

I'll catch the bastards,
and you put them away.

Deal.

Will you stay with her
for a minute? Yeah.

I'm gonna check with the guys.

Evan, you're just the
man I wanted to see.

What'd you get?

Uh, I just talked to
Vice, and they reported

seven sexual assaults
in the past six weeks.

Uh, five women and two men.

It's the same M.O.

They meet somebody in a
bar, they end up drugging them

and then assaulting
them in their own house.

Uh, there was some cash
and jewelry that was stolen,

but for the most part, seems
to be about just the sex.

And, uh, Stacy's the
only one that wasn't raped.

Luckily, you
interrupted their flow.

Yeah, thank God.

All right, you tell
Vice that I want copies

of all their case files.

Tell them SIU's taking this
one over, and take no crap.

Go and get that tooth fixed.

Oh, it'll be fine.

It just hurts when it's exposed
to heat or cold or saliva.

Get it fixed.

Ma'am, this is a crime
scene. You can't come in here.

I'm a friend of the victim.

She asked me to be here.

Sam.

Stacy, oh, my God.

Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

I'm still shaken up.

Nash. Uh-huh?

Isn't that, uh...

Oh, my God,

I was so worried about you.

Let's go upstairs, okay?

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Wow, she's still
looking pretty good.

Yeah.

I thought you broke up with her.

I did.

Hi, Sam.

Nash. Hi.

So, h-have you seen a doctor?

Uh, yeah, I'm fine.

God, this is awkward as hell.

No kidding.

This is what I wanted to
talk to you about last night.

Nash, your sister and I

are, uh...

I get it.

It just happened.

And I wanted to thank
you for introducing us.

You changed my life, Nash.

Oh.

That's good, I think.

I'm not sure quite
how to take that.

Don't be upset.

Oh, I'm not upset.

Stacy, you're my sister.

I don't give a damn about

whatever the thing
is with you two.

I just want to make
sure you're okay.

I'm not quite sure if I'm ready
for Dad to hear about this yet.

Well, he's certainly not
gonna hear it from me.

Boss, that toxicology
report just came in.

We got Pentothal,
traces of diazepam,

the generic for Valium
and lots of Rohypnol.

Evan, check out The Blue
Room, where Stacy was last night.

Bryn, comb through the
evidence on the previous cases,

and don't miss anything.

And you check out all the
other hospitals around town,

see if they're missing
these same drugs.

Right.

I'll go with him.

No, you're gonna
get that tooth fixed,

or I'm gonna tie a
string around it and put it

on the bumper of the
'Cuda and pull it myself.

That's not a bad idea.

Open.

Yeah, I was, uh, lucky

you got a cancellation
in your appointment book.

Uh-huh. I was gonna
go to one of those,

uh, uh, clinics
downtown, you know,

but I read the fine
print, and it said, uh,

"first come, first
served basis," you know,

which I guess is,
uh, Swedish for

"Bring a sleeping bag."

I'm glad we had a cancellation.

Yeah, me, too. Open.

Huh?

Wider.

Wider.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Ah!

Aha.

Uh-huh.

Excuse me.

Hold this, please.

Yeah, doctor's office.

Uh, this is Dr. Hartman.

She's out today.

Uh-huh. Tuesday.

Yeah, what time Tuesday?

4:15?

Okay.

No, that's good.

Uh-huh, see you then.

Forgive me.

I'm a little shorthanded.

Open.

Open.

Since my...

wife left me.

She was my receptionist.

Uh-huh.

My hygienist. Ow.

She ran my office. Ow!

My chair. Ooh.

My life.

And then one day she
just... up and left me.

Just like that.

What, she get a better
offer or something?

No, she said she
needed some space.

I haven't replaced her because
I'm hoping she's coming back.

It's been really hard

not having her here.

Is that her in those
pictures over there?

Yeah, yeah, that's Whitney.

Um, you have an
impacted wisdom tooth.

We're gonna have to extract it.

Yeah.

Say, "Aah."

Huh?

Aah.

Let me see the new leads.

The price has gone up.

Excuse me?

No, you heard me.
The price has gone up.

From now on, it's gonna
be 500 bucks a lead.

This is getting too
dangerous for me.

After that little
fiasco last night,

we should be getting a rebate.

Let me remind you that
we've been very generous

to give you anything at all.

I mean, remember those jars

of stolen prescription
methamphetamines

I have with your
fingerprints all over them?

Yes.

Well, all I'd have
to do is drop them

into hospital
security, wouldn't I?

They'd run the prints,
and they'd find yours.

You know, from when you
were in the mental hospital?

Ooh, let's do him.

Hi there, bubba.

Now, don't you feel better?

I feel worse.

What'd he say?

He says he feels worse.

Hey, Joe, can you do Brando?

I've got to keep the packing
in for another 20 minutes.

What was that?

He says he's got to
keep the packing in

for the next 20 minutes.

What do you got for me, Harve?

Oh, yeah.

St. Viviana's is reporting

short counts on
their Rohypnol stocks.

Uh, Nash, there
was a birthday party

at The Blue Room last night,

and there was a
photographer there

and I had the lab
blow these photos up.

They definitely
seem to be together?

Huh? Huh?

He said they definitely
seem to be together.

Did you ask the bartender if
he could recognize this one?

Yeah, I did. He
didn't have a clue.

Get a copy of this
over to Stacy's office.

See if she recognizes her.

That's a good idea.

We're going to St. Viviana's.

If she looks like that,
they definitely will.

Yeah, well, you certainly would.

No, we're not
stopping for any of that.

You'd get it all over the car.

God, that was the longest
20 minutes of my life

outside of my prostrate exam.

Excuse me, where are
you thinking on putting that?

I was thinking the ashtray.

Yeah, well, I'm thinking
you wrap it in this

until we pass a city trash can.

Something else
bothering you, bubba?

As a matter of fact, there is.

What is it?

Uh, okay, say, uh,
you're a shepherd, right?

And, uh, one day

this goat wanders
into your yard.

And it's a beautiful goat,

and it gives great milk,

and you, uh, really get
attached to it, you know.

And, uh... What is
this, a Bible story?

Look, the goat has to come
from somewhere, right?

And so, sure
enough, one day, uh,

a farmer shows up
and he claims his goat.

What are you talking about?

Okay, you know that dentist
that you made me go to?

Yeah? He's married
to your Whitney.

What did you say?

Small world, huh?

I mean, I pick a
dentist out of the hat

and he happens to be
married to your dad's nurse.

You know, the woman you
happen to be sleeping with.

I'm sorry, man.

Wait a minute.

How do you know that
he's married to Whitney?

Oh, bubba, he had
her pictures up all over.

I mean, then he says that

she walked out on
him three months ago.

You okay? You want me to drive?

I'm in shock.

I'm not insane.

Just don't shoot the messenger,

or get him in a car wreck!

Hey, brother, you gonna be okay?

Oh, sure, why not?

I mean, I finally meet a
woman that I really like

and she turns out to be
somebody else's goat.

No problem.

Hi, excuse us.

Inspectors Bridges
and Dominquez.

The personnel director
sent us down here.

We're looking for this woman.

She's the one on the left.

That's Sean Collins.

Oh, yeah? You know
where we could find her?

I don't know
exactly where she is.

She's a pharmacy liaison nurse.

She's somewhere on the ward.

Oh, great. Well,
we'll just look around.

Thanks. Thank you.

Ms. Collins, we'd like
to have a word with you.

Who are you?

Uh, we're police
inspectors, Ms. Collins.

Wow.

Am I in trouble?

Ah, we just need
a little information.

About what?

Well, like, say, where
you were last night

between 8:00 and midnight.

I was barhopping.

I do that sometimes.
I like to meet people.

Did you happen to stop
off at The Blue Room?

No.

Was anybody with you?

No, I like to prowl alone.

It's more fun that way.

Would you take a look
at this photo, Ms. Collins?

See, that photo
was taken last night.

Guess where?

Beats me.

Why, at The Blue Room.

Now how can that
be, since, uh, you said

you weren't at The
Blue Room last night?

You know, that's a
very clever little trick.

You both get gold stars.

See you later.

Hmm.

No, honey, I think
you see me now.

You remember leaving
the bar with her last night?

No.

All right, stay put.

According to this, Rohypnol
has been disappearing

from central supply
at St. Viviana's.

Tighter security.

Come on, guys.

There are over 1,500
employees at St. Viviana's.

Are you gonna grill each one
of them like you're grilling me?

Or maybe just the women.

Or do you like to
grill the men, too?

I'll tell you what I
do find titillating.

The thought of you behind bars.

You're kinkier than I thought.

Let's get back to
this, uh, photo, Sean.

All right, you caught me.

I was at The Blue
Room last night. Big deal.

Is it a crime?

Who's the other woman
in the photograph?

I don't know.

Did you leave with her?

Nope.

Okay.

Come on, guys.

Will you please check to see

if my lawyer's here yet?

I'd really like to go home.

Pretty please?

We got a photo of two
people sitting at a bar.

In legal terms, we got zippola.

We still got the missing
drugs from St. Viviana's.

Uh, no, disregard the
previous information.

It turns out six other Bay Area
hospitals are missing Rohypnol.

Ergo, still no case.

This is Stacy.

No, look in my desk.

Yeah. Yeah.

Excuse me. I'm Barron Gaines.

I represent Ms. Sean Collins.

I'd like to see her, please.

I've got to call you back.

Charlie, take Mr. Gaines
back to see his client.

That's him, I feel it.

Who him? The attorney?

Yeah. I think he was in on it.

He reminds me of
the guy at the bar.

The guy that picked you up
at the bar is Sean's attorney?

Can you believe it?

He looked me right in the
eye and didn't miss a beat.

Can you positively I.D. him?

Can you place him
at your apartment?

No.

I can't even confront them.

I mean, as the victim, I
shouldn't even be here.

But as Assistant
District Attorney,

you have every right to be here.

That's cool.

Let's cruise. Joe.

This is A.D.A. Bridges.

She'll be handling
the prosecution.

I wasn't aware that my client
was being charged with anything.

We're working on it.

Well, work on it
on your own time.

Have we met, Mr. Gaines?

You're absolutely right.

We have, at the bar.

The California Bar
Association dinner last May.

It's good seeing you again.

Yeah. BARRON: Come on, Sean.

Bye, boys.

Hi, Son.

Hey, Nick.

Hey.

Hi.

Hi, Sis. Hey.

How's, um...

Hi-Hi, Nash. Hi.

Do we, uh, know each other?

I feel the same way, too.

Stacy?

Could you have a seat with
Dan, keep him company?

I'd like to talk with
Nash for a second.

Great.

All right, Nick, what's up?

Who's he?

Dan Buelow. Arnie Buelow's son.

You remember Arnie Buelow,

he used to be my
roommate at Three Oaks.

Oh, oh, yeah, the guy with
the, uh, bushy eyebrows.

Yeah. Hmm.

Well, before Arnie died,

he made me promise
to look after his son.

Dan.

Who is now all
alone and divorced.

So, I'm putting together
a little dinner party.

It's about time Stacy got into a

serious relationship,
don't you think?

Oh, yeah.

I'm all in favor of people
having relationships.

Whitney?

I want to thank you so much
for coming over to Stacy's.

It really meant a lot to me.

Oh, whoops, that-that's fine.

I mean, I was happy to do it.

It seemed like it
made her feel better.

Um, listen, we need to talk.

Oh, can we do it later?

It's just that I'm running late.

I have to go to the
airport to pick up my sister.

She's flying in from Madagascar.

Oh. Well, okay, yeah.

Thanks.

Thanks, I'll see you later.

Okay, yeah, sure. Have fun.

Oh, we will.

Nash, come and get to know Dan.

He's a terrific guy.

With pleasure.

So...

Dan, what line of
work are you in?

Uh, I'm in commercials.

Now, you know, Stacy used
to have her own radio show.

You're kidding.

Really? That was in college.

Oh.

So, are you a writer?

No.

Producer?

No, no.

You guys'll never guess.

He's a celebrity.

Stacy, that's exciting, huh?

Oh. Yes!

My God.

Well, let me, uh... May I?

Oh, sure.

Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!

The monster car
rally of the century!

See the 66-inch wheels of
Rick Rodger's Road Warrior

roll over the competition!

See the Hercules Humvee

squash its way across
six lanes of traffic!

Plus, big cars, little
cars, crazy cars!

The funniest cars
you've ever seen!

All at the Golden
State Fairgrounds!

Take 280 to the
Cow Palace off-ramp.

Children under 12 admitted
free with an adult paid admission.

Aw, that is rich, Dan.

I'll say.

That's rich, huh, Stace?

Wealthy.

Give me back the picture, Sean.

Look, all they got is
circumstantial evidence.

I'd like to keep it
that way, all right?

Are you kidding?

That was an
incredible rush today.

You and I at the police station,

surrounded by all of those cops.

I've been more turned on.

What...

are you turning
into a boring guy

on me, Barron?

I want to do this guy tonight.

He'll never expect it.

God, you drive me crazy. Yeah.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Now, I want you
to be a good boy.

Just stand there
and be a good boy.

No. No.

Oh, yes.

No.

No. No.

What are you doing?

Barron!

Get off her.

♪ ♪

That could've been Stacy here.

Tell me about it.

Seems like the closer
we get, the kinkier they get.

Something like that.

Holy moly, our lovebirds have
graduated to homicide, huh?

Did you get the rundown
on the other victims.

Got a couple of
hesitant matches, Nash,

but nobody can positively
I.D. Sean or Barron.

Well, that sucks.

Not entirely... Listen
to what Bryn dug up.

Apparently, every
one of our victims

has been admitted to St.
Viviana's during the last year.

When you check in to a hospital,

you have to give 'em a lot
of information. Mm-hmm.

You certainly do.

Excuse me. Yeah.

Hold on a second, I
want to see that. Sure.

Check it out, boys.

St. Viviana's admission card.

Now we're rollin'.

Hi, there.

Inspectors Bridges
and Dominquez.

Maybe you can help us out.

How?

Uh, are you familiar

with this woman here...

No.

What are you asking me for?

Wait a minute,
where are you going?

Who else has access
to, uh, patients' records?

What do you mean, does she?

Well, you tell us.

Tell you what?

What we ask you.

Wh-What are you even doing here?

What's the matter with
you? Wh-What did she say?

Did she say... she
said it was me?

She said it was me? Hey, easy,
easy, buddy, just take it easy.

I'm not going down for
that bitch! Hey, hey! Hey!

- Hey, Nash!
- Put him down!

Hey, man! Hey!
What are you doing?

Wait, wait!

Somebody get an officer!

I had him.

So, did you give Ken
Miller's file to Sean?

Why? What if I did?

Uh, he's dead.

That makes you an
accessory to murder.

You do know what
that means, don't you?

Or do I have to
spell it out for you?

Hey, I didn't have
anything to do with that.

I don't have anything
to do with that.

Why don't you just tell
us how this deal works.

Hey, you can talk to us now,

or you can save it for
your prison memoirs.

So, are you, are you saying...

so, you're saying that
if I tell you what I know,

then I won't go to jail, right?

No. No, no.

You're gonna go jail.

The difference is that
if you work with us,

you might get out in time

to join the World
Wrestling Federation.

World Wr... WWF?

Wow, okay.

All right, let me break
this down for you, okay?

What they look for

is a certain profile, okay?

They want blond women

and really, really good
looking men in their 30s.

Plus, um, they want
them disease free.

That means, uh, HIV negative.

Oh.

And, um, money.

So, what I do is,

I give them a couple choices,

and then then they give
me a couple hundred bucks.

But I never get
involved in that sex.

Yeah, okay.

Yeah, I believe you.

Nash. Excuse me.

Well, the office just
ran our boy's particulars.

Pollard was most recently
a resident at Atascadero,

but he's intimate with a
couple of mental institutions

in Missouri as well.

He's not even gonna
get charged with a crime?

No. Our boy gets
the rubber toys.

So that makes his
testimony meaningless to us.

So, uh, P.J., uh, how
did you get hired here?

Um, well, I lied
on my application,

and, um, Sean's
my second cousin.

Ah, the old second
cousin, mental institution,

nepotism thing is
playing now, huh?

Um, P.J.,

when is the, uh, next time

you're gonna give
Sean a new profile?

Supposed to be tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

That's good.

Wow, that looks delicious.

My mother's recipe.

Now, wait.

There's a secret sauce
that goes with 'em.

Do you remember...

He's been cooking all day?

You know, it's not
polite to whisper.

Oh, you're right. I'm sorry.

What'd I miss?

It was nothing.

It was something,
because you did whisper.

But you choose

not to tell us, and
that's your prerogative.

Sis, I think you're
overreacting just a little, huh?

Boy, these look fabulous.

Well, then, let's make sure

the rest of the conversation
tonight is between everyone.

Well, do you think I'm wrong?

Oh, no, sweetheart, not at all.

I'm just trying to
keep the peace here.

That's pretty hard to do,

because I don't
think my brother is.

What?

I didn't do anything.

I'm just sitting here

waiting for the secret
artichoke sauce.

It's all a competition
with you, isn't it, Nash?

You're all of a sudden

interested in Sam again
because I'm going out with her.

Well, this is interesting.

So, what, you two are a couple?

I'm with her; she's with him.

Or at least that's the way
it was when we came in.

Oh.

Well, I guess that makes me...

nowhere, nowhere, nowhere!

The amazing dateless man!

So long without a woman,

he's practically a virgin again.

I'm sorry.

I hope your dad
doesn't feel too bad

that his dinner party imploded.

I'm sure we'll all survive.

Yeah, yeah.

What'd you want to talk about?

How best to put this?

Joe had a bad tooth.

So he randomly
selected a dentist

out of the Yellow Pages.

Now, this dentist's name
was Bruce Hartman.

And Dr. Hartman claims
that you're his wife.

I am.

You should have told me.

I tried to.

But you didn't.

I know.

It was wrong.

Every time I tried
to tell you, Nash,

something would
happen, or I just couldn't.

I'm sorry.

You don't know what
it's like after eight years

of marriage.

I felt like I was
losing my identity.

My marriage wasn't about love

anymore, it was about
running a business.

And it-it's just so
different with you.

I'm excited, I feel alive again.

Is it over with him?

I don't know.

Well, you're gonna
have to go back

and figure it out, aren't you.

Yeah.

I know.

Believe me, I want to get
things resolved once and for all.

Then I want to come back.

I'll be here.

Do you know what a
full body wax costs?

No more unsightly
body hair for you

when this comes off.

Okay, here's your
three new candidates.

Hey.

These are them.

Hey, you're sharp
as a button, aren't ya?

Hey, do I have
to wear this wire?

Well, it's a precaution
for us, you know,

in case you decide
to tell them our plan.

What, you don't trust me?

Duh.

Okay, guys, I'm walking up the
steps now. Give it a rest, Harve.

I think it's going my way.

I'm at the door. She's
a black widow, man.

Okay, I'm knocking on the door. I
can change her, Harve. I know I can.

Sean. I'm here.

Darling, company!

Something to drink?

Oh, no, thank you. I'm fine.

I was talking about us.

Go make us some
scotch and sodas, all right?

And hurry up.

You look nervous, P.J.

Nervous? No, I'm...

You know, I just
don't feel real good.

Maybe you got a bug.

Look, honey.

I like this one.

Yeah, she's good. Yeah.

Bartender, could I have
another drink please.

Certainly, ma'am.

I told you they'd pick me.

Lush.

Hi.

Hi.

Could I have a gin and tonic.

I'm Chaz Ellis.

Suzanne Jones.

Pleasure.

Nice to meet you.

Do you mind?

Do you mind moving
down one? Sure.

I got it.

Excuse me, sir. This
is a non-smoking bar.

What? Please. If you don't mind.

This is a bar. What do
you mean, you can't smoke?

Jerk.

Nash.

The party's started.

That's good. Keep, me wired.

Okay, guys, get
inside and set up.

Boss, it's in play.
They're leaving.

All right, Harve, stay
close, but don't get made.

Yeah.

How you doing, baby?

I'm fine. Come here.

Whoo!

I got something for you. What?

Ow.

What's wrong?

Nothing a little shot

of ketamine and
Pentothal won't fix.

Her pupils weren't even dilated.

Just don't O.D.
her, Sean, all right?

Don't tell me how
to do my business.

Aw, I want out.

No you don't, baby.

We're gonna go to your condo
and we're gonna party, party, party.

I don't have a condo.

I have an apartment.

What do you mean you
don't have a condo? I don't.

Where do you live?
3802 Ardmore Street.

Did you say Ardmore?

Yes. What, you move?

I just put up new curtains.

She put up new curtains.

Great, Ardmore's behind us.

Yep.

Nash, they pulled a reverse.

They went onto the 280 South.

They disappeared.

Five George 31.

We need an APB on
a green '97 Jaguar,

license plate
Edward-David-Zebra-5-7-4.

Officer being held.

Last seen headed
south on 280 at Oakdale.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

280 South.

Didn't Bryn just move to a place
off the 280 in the Excelsior District?

Party, party...

Voila.

I hope you like my
decoration technique.

I'm gonna paint the place

as soon as I get my
next overtime check.

Whoa, whoa.

Got to sit down.

Barron, come here. Hold on.

I said come here.

Check this out.

She's a cop, Barron.

I am a police inspector.

And, by the way, you're both

under arrest.

It's a set-up.

I swear to God, I'm cursed.

Now what?

You stay up here with her.

I'm gonna go around downstairs

and come up behind them.

Barron, wait.

Just do it, Sean, all
right? Come here, baby.

Calm down. What?

Come here.

Sean?

Sean.

I'm sorry, baby,

but I like to travel light.

Don't worry.

You won't remember
I did this to you.

Is she okay? Yeah, she's fine.

She's just out of it.

Sean.

Sean! Sean!

Sean!

We got to try and
take him alive if we can.

Son of a bitch.

He's got to run
out of bullets soon.

One would hope.

All right, try and
get his attention,

when I get down the stairs.

Sean!

Hey.

Anything?

No, man.

She's long gone, brother.

Hey.

Hey.

Coffee?

Yeah.

Uh, sorry about the other night.

Yeah, me, too.

Uh, what a trip, huh?

Sam survive all right?

Sam took a job in
Dallas for three months

designing a mall.

Today?

Was it the wonderful
dinner party, Nash,

or maybe it was my
charming personality?

Eh, Sis,

I'm gonna say it's the
curse of the Bridges.

Oh, you know what? Hmm?

I do have something
for you. What?

Oh, you found it!

Thank you. It was in Barron
ding-dong's apartment.

Oh! Anytime.

Hiya, Stace.

Hey, Dad.

How's my little girl?

Morning, Dad.

Want some coffee?

You bet.

Dad, there's something
I've been meaning to tell you.

Stacy?

He's my father and
he deserves to know.

Know what?

Dad, um,

Sam and I were
more than just friends.

Uh-huh.

Sam was my girlfriend.

Uh-huh.

I'm dating women now.

Uh-huh.

I know you must be disappointed,

but what can I say,
that's just the way it is.

Uh-huh.

Stacy, sweetheart,

if you didn't like Dan,
you should of said so.

Hello.

Yes.

Feel better?

I see.

Okay.

Thank you.

That was the home care agency.

Whitney's not coming back.

I'm sorry.

They're sending
someone else over.

Curse of the Bridges.

I liked her.

Yeah, me, too.