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(distant horn blowing)

Now, I got a chance to peek at your pre-tax income statement

for fiscal '96. Yeah, yeah.

Had you for $50,000 in income, Vic,

but, uh, I see you're living on a, what,

about a $3 million yacht,

you got a fleet of cars out there, a staff of six

that I've counted so far, and a cook.

He's not a cook; he's a chef.

(turns off engine)

Listen, Vic, we know each other a long time.

You know I'm not here to hassle you.

Believe me, Nash, I understand that.

DOMINGUEZ: It's just that we heard there's

a couple of young turks out there gunning for your spot

as head of the San Francisco outfit.

Now, that is defamation of character.

I am not involved

in any illegal crime organization whatsoever.

VIC: I love you guys. I really do.

(Vic chuckling)

Vic, it's on the street.

Somebody's looking to take you out.

So what do you say, think you can help us

find out who's after you? Nash,

I think I can take care of myself, thanks.

(silenced gunshot)

What if you're wrong?

I'm not wrong.

I hope you're not wrong.

'Cause hindsight on this one...

BRIDGES: Gun!

(yells)

(automatic gunfire continues)

(grunts)

Joe, stay low!

We're outgunned!

(gunfire)

Vic! Get down!

(gunfire)

(grunts, yells)

Oh, man, that was intense.

Tell me about it.

You can expect more of the same, bubba.

(woman singing over bluesy organ riff)

Well, tell Harry we want to talk to him.

When do you expect him to return to the restaurant?

All right, thanks.

Harry's not at the restaurant.

Yeah, I know.

There he is, right over there.

BRIDGES: Hey, I don't believe that.

Isn't that, uh...

Yeah, yeah, Rick Bettina.

What's he doing back in town?

No, forget that-- what the hell's he doing talking to our C.I.?

(tires screech)

Hello, Rick.

How you doing?

Nash, Dominguez.

Nice day.

Yes, isn't it, though.

Hey, Bettina, I haven't seen you

since you got fired from the S.I.U.

Heard you moved to Vegas.

I didn't get fired; I was downsized.

(chuckles)

Don't you two have anything better to do than follow me?

Well, actually,

we're slightly ahead of you.

So, uh, technically, you're following us.

What are you doing in town, Rick?

Sightseeing.

I had no idea one of our C.I.s

was on the Grey Line tour.

I got nothing to say to you.

(sighs)

Well, Rick...

we got a little problem.

We're working this tricky little case here

that could blow the whole town into the bay,

and then you walk into the mix.

Now that concerns me.

What were you talking to Harry Grimes about?

I'm on official business here.

Well, wait, what kind of badge is that?

I'm a bail recovery agent.

(chuckles) A what?

He's a skip tracer.

Oh, a bounty hunter, huh?

Oh, yeah, you two, you're funny.

I got news for you, I make more on my expense account

than you two make in salary-- with overtime.

Oh, I have no doubt about that.

Who you looking for, Rick?

None of your business.

Well, actually, it is-- you see,

you're supposed to contact local law enforcement

before you bring in a fugitive-- that much I know, Rick.

Okay, Joe, tell you what,

I'll do that the moment I locate him.

Now, if you two will excuse me...

Hey, hey, hey, come on, give me...

Hey, Nash, give me that!

That is mine!

Hey...!

He's here to pick up Ray Goetz.

Privileged information.

Uh, I'm sorry, Rick, but Goetz is in play.

And that means hands off for you.

(chuckles): No, no, Nash.

No, no can do, no.

See, if I get Goetz, if I get him in court

in Las Vegas by 9:00 a.m. Monday morning,

I'm 50 grand richer.

Two minutes late, I get squat.

Perhaps I didn't make myself clear.

You touch Goetz, and I will throw you in jail.

Have a nice day.

Did you do it? Did I do what, Ray?

Kill him?

Relax, Ray, you're making me tense.

What do you think I'm gonna do, gun you down? Please.

Answer me, Frankie: did you do it?

Look, Vic Walsh may have loved you,

but he was grooming me to take over.

Now, why would I remove the guy that's gonna make me king?

Impatience. You insult me, Raymond.

So you're telling me you didn't do it.

I won't take another question on this, Ray.

Fine, Frankie.

Where does that leave us?

With each other.

Look, I know we have our differences,

but this is no time to show anything but unity.

Frankie, listen, if it's loyalty you want, you can count on mine.

Okay? Our interests are aligned

in keeping this outfit together, right?

I appreciate that, Ray.

You can count on me, too.

I got to go.

The bastard did it.

Time to hit the mattresses and watch our backs.

He knows. Take him out.

(sighs heavily)

Nash, there's a girl at the end of the bar who wants to buy you a drink.

(chuckles)

Can I take a rain check?

Drinks are on me.

My number's on the back.

Thank you.

Ooh, baby!

Come on.

Let's wait for this guy upstairs.

What?

Can't we go anywhere without chicks hitting on you?

Chicks don't hit on me.

Please. Have you had an eye exam lately.

Stop it.

I'd like to be able to flirt every once in a while.

Well, then do it.

There's no harm in it.

You're married, you're not dead.

Are you kidding, man?

I'm branded.

That is chick repellent right there.

(chuckles)

You know, some people say that, uh,

you're more attractive to the opposite sex

if they think you're unobtainable.

Yeah, I don't know, Nashman.

I mean, I've had this ring off once

in, what, 23 years.

I mean, for two days I was human catnip.

The rest of the time I'm invisible.

That's ridiculous.

You saying a ring makes that much difference?

That's what I'm saying, yeah. Then take it off.

Let's test your theory. (laughs): Nah.

Inger'll find out. How's she gonna find out?

She's Inger; she'll find out. Ah, you're right.

Don't take it off. All right, I'll take it off.

No, no, no, no, don't take it off. Mm-mm.

I'll take it... I want to show you.

Okay? Well, don't take it off on my account.

All right.

Here's your drinks.

You know, that's really

a beautiful necklace you have there.

I like that. Thank you, thank you.

I made it myself. It's sort of a hobby I do.

Maybe you'd like one for your wife.

Uh, I'll get back to you on it.

Okay.

I rest my case. (laughs)

Hey. Hey.

If it isn't my two favorite people in the world.

Hey, Harry.

Did you hear about the new menu?

I'm doing a duck risotto now. Mm!

No, but I did hear that Frankie Dwyer killed Vic Walsh.

You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?

Only what I read in the papers.

So, uh, what did Rick Bettina want?

He's asking for Ray Goetz.

Can you believe this guy? He comes on to me

with this attitude like he's still a cop.

I blew the bozo off.

Now, why didn't we think of that when he was

working with us? Harry...

(sighs): we want Frank Dwyer.

How close are Dwyer and Goetz?

Dwyer was the clear number two, but, uh, Goetz was Walsh's boy.

But now, who knows?

So where can we find Goetz?

He and his crew have this little social club

they're running out of a private pool hall off of Union.

4725 Webster.

Thanks, bro.

Sure you don't want to try the risotto?

Rain check.

Okay.

(sighs)

Well, looks like they left in a hurry.

(clattering) MAN: Ow!

Maybe they came back.

Oh! God! Oh!

(grunting)

Ow! He's trying to bite me!

Bettina?

Oh, man.

Does that mean I don't get to shoot him?

I'm thinking.

He bit me. Can you believe that?

I could file a complaint for assault.

If I get rabies, I'm suing you.

How'd you find this place, Rick?

Well, you know, Nash, I used to be

a feared and respected cop in this town, remember?

(chuckles): I don't know about the respected part,

but I sure was afraid every time I went out with you. Ha.

Did our little chat not register with you, Bettina?

You know what, Nash, I've got a right to pursue my perps any...

You have no rights.

I don't care about your rights.

What I do care about

are the other people that are gonna die

if I don't get Frank Dwyer.

Now, I need Ray Goetz to do that,

and I don't need you under my feet Hey! Hey!

while I'm doing it!

Is that clear? Now, get out of here.

I'm gonna go to the mayor.

Good. He's in France.

Go. Hey! Hey!

I thought he'd never leave.

I don't think he ever will.

Hey, you should try one of these spring rolls.

They're not half bad.

Nobody touched 'em.

Idiot didn't lock his office.

So you think Goetz bugged out?

No, I think he's planning his countermove.

So how do we find him?

I don't know.

Let's try this cute little redial thing.

(dial tone through speakerphone)

(dialing tones, distant phone rings)

WOMAN: Clay Smith Investments.

(dialing tones, distant phone rings)

WOMAN 2: Penola's Nail and Skin Care Salon.

Mm, get the name of that, man.

These outfit guys always have the best manicurists.

(dialing tones, distant phone rings)

Dwyer.

Hello?

Who is this?

Well, hello there, Frankie Dwyer.

This would be Nash Bridges. Inspector Nash Bridges.

I'm one of the cops that almost

got killed last night when you put the hit out

on my friend Vic Walsh.

Are you quite sure you have the right number?

Oh, I got your number, all right.

And I'm gonna get ya.

Unless you want to give up.

I'm not a quitter, Inspector.

I think you should know that about me.

Well, by golly, Frank, you should know that about me, too.

Good-bye, Inspector.

See ya real soon, Frank.

God, I love it when I get lucky.

(footfalls)

Hello, there.

Hey, how are ya?

What time is it?

Oh, it's late.

I missed you.

I missed you, too, honey.

Mm...

How you feeling?

Fine. (chuckles)

I'm trying to get used to sleeping on my back.

How's our son?

Daughter.

She's fine.

Oh.

Oh!

What is it?

Oh, God, I'm nauseous.

Must have been those spicy chicken wings I ate.

Ooh. I'll be right back.

Joe?

I'll be right back.

Joe, are you okay?

Be right out, honey!

(keys, coins jingle on counter)

(dialing tones)

(phone rings)

Nash.

All right, magic boy, where is it?

What? My ring.

Come on, Nash, this is nowhere near funny.

Inger's gonna kill me.

I do not have your ring, bubba.

Oh, no, man, I think I lost it.

Relax.

We'll find the ring. We're cops.

Uh, look, Nashman...

Uh, now listen, Joe,

you know what I'm thinking?

I'm thinking that if Inger looks over in bed and sees a man

with no wedding ring on, she might start hittin' on ya.

(laughs)

Joe? Joe?

Come on, man, we'll find your ring tomorrow.

Say good night, Joe.

You mean good-bye, don't ya?

(chuckles)

Joe, what's the matter?

Are you okay?

Be right out, honey.

Bubba, I am only going to say this 500 or 600 more times:

Tell her the truth.

I can't tell her the truth.

Why not?

Because I want to stay married, that's why.

Move over. Come on. I want to check

where you were sitting. Come on. Come on.

Joe, do you know that everybody in this joint is lookin' at ya?

Oh, hey, are you sure

nobody came across a wedding ring here yesterday?

I think I'd remember.

You didn't lose my number, did you, Nash?

No, ma'am. And I'm gonna use it.

Excuse me. I don't think you're grasping

the urgency of the situation here.

What do you want me to do? I didn't find anything.

(sighs)

Look, here's my card.

If anybody finds anything, give me a call, okay?

The second anybody finds anything, okay?

Don't hold your breath.

I bet if it was his ring we were looking for

you'd be a little bit more cooperative, huh?

If it was his ring, I'd have to think about it.

See? See?

She said she'd have to think about it.

Yeah, about two seconds.

I told you it's not in here.

Maybe, uh, you could find some

of your old food crumbs, though, if you keep lookin'.

Why'd you make me take it off?

I didn't make you take it off.

Yeah, well, you let me. That's just as bad.

(phone rings) Nash.

We've got some promising prints from Goetz's pool hall.

They belong to a Goetz minion named Murray Kaplan.

Murray, it turns out, used to work for Dwyer.

You got an address?

Yeah, we're there now.

Good. Bring him in.

We'll meet you back at the S.I.U.

But I don't care if you know the lieutenant governor.

Who is the lieutenant governor, by the way?

All right, hey, hey!

You guys have no right to deny me access to this kid.

He has knowledge of the whereabouts

of an arraigned felon.

DOMINGUEZ: You're like a bad penny, Bettina.

Evan, why don't you book him, too?

I'd be glad to. On what charge, sir?

Obstruction of justice.

DOMINGUEZ: Or loitering.

That's good.

What's the penal code for that, Harve?

LEEK: Uh, Bettina A-2.

Oh, you need a good bail bonds?

Don't look in Las Vegas.

Excuse me. Am I under arrest?

Come on.

Murray, you don't have to say anything to them.

Remember what we said.

Quiet. You're on thin ice.

Have a seat, Rick.

Look, Murray,

why don't you just tell us where we can find Goetz

and then you can walk, okay?

Why should I? Bettina said he'd pay.

You guys want it for free.

How much was he offerin' you?

A lot.

Well, I'm thinking you're talkin'

to the wrong guys, pilgrim.

Come on.

All right, Rick, you can go ahead

and finish your transaction now.

What transaction?

Oh, well, from what we understand, uh,

you're gonna pay Murray here for some information.

But I'm gonna tell ya,

it's gonna go to the highest bidder.

All right?

Now, uh, what was your asking price there, Murray?

I... I believe we were at $300.

Three... 300 bucks?

(laughs) We'll give you $450.

Whoa, wait, hold on, wait, you, they... You can't do that.

Sure we can.

Oh, yeah, after you left, the chief gave us

a forfeiture fund.

We now use the confiscated drug money to pay for information.

It's Nash's idea.

Yeah, what do you think, huh?

I'll give you $500. Let's go.

A thousand.

Two grand, cash, right now.

$3,000. What?!

Three grand. Did you hear what he said?

$5,000. Not a penny more.

BOTH: $7,000.

Gah, Come on. You, you can't give someone

that kind of money for a tip that might not pay off.

You're right. $8,000.

$10,000! This is my last offer, I'm tellin' you right now.

Take it or leave it. You got five seconds.

Three, two, one. (makes buzzer sound)

Good work, Rick.

By golly, you haven't lost a step. Excellent.

Well, too steep for us lowly public servants.

Congratulations, Murray.

I'll take that in hundreds.

Forfeiture fund? Where you'd get that?

It's the best I could come up with on the spot.

What'd you've done if we'd have won?

Are you kidding me? Bettina's way too arrogant.

So what do we do now?

Well, we just sort of stand by

and let those bozos lead us to Goetz.

Hi, Inger. Hi, Nash.

Joseph.

I had to stop by.

I was at the doctors... Yeah?

and I heard the baby's heartbeat.

Really? It was wonderful.

Mm, well great, honey.

Look, I brought some pictures here.

I almost asked Dr. Berry what,

if it was going to be a girl or a boy, but I resisted.

Ah. Hey, look at this.

Hey, Nash, there's pictures of my son here.

Look at that. Isn't it great?

Let's see. Very handsome.

Mm-hmm. He's got your eyes.

Like E.T.

Very funny.

Joe? Huh?

Where's your ring?

Uh...

my-my redding... redding wing ring?

Yes, your wedding ring.

What other ring would I be talking about?

Oh, yeah.

I, uh, you know, I-I, uh, I took it in

to have it, have it sized.

Um... it was getting a little too tight.

You know, I think,

you know, I think I'm gaining some weight.

It might be a sympathetic pregnancy or something.

Where'd you take it?

Huh?

Uh, to the, uh, jewelry store, um, in the Haight.

Or somethin'. I forget the name of it.

What was the name of that, uh, store, uh, uh, Nash?

I don't remember.

Oh, he doesn't remember.

Well, it'll just be a couple a days.

Another couple days, right, uh, Nash?

I wasn't there.

Oh, yeah, uh, he wasn't there.

But it'll just be a couple of days, then...

INGER: Couple of days? Uh-huh.

Uh, Joe, we've got that thing that we've gotta take care of.

Oh, yeah, that-that thing.

Uh, well, duty calls, honey.

I gotta go. Thanks for stopping by.

These pictures are great.

I'll check in with you later, huh?

Bye, son.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to find a jeweler in the city

that can duplicate my wedding ring.

Bubba, you don't think that your wife is not gonna notice that,

uh, it's a different ring than the one you've been wearing

for the last 23 years? Tell her the truth!

Hey, look, when you've been married for 23 years

then you can give me marital advice, okay?

I'd settle for 23 minutes.

*

*

Oh!

Oh, sorry, bubba, did I scare ya?

Now who's like a bad penny?

Hey, we're just doin' our job.

Oh!

Kinda jumpy, aren't ya?

Okay. I'm gonna do my job,

so you and you stay outta my way.

Uh, not so fast.

Okay. Let me explain something to you.

Okay.

I paid a lot of money to be here.

Too much money, as a matter of fact.

So this is what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna go over here and I'm gonna get Goetz,

and I'm gonna take him to court in Vegas,

and there is nothin' you can do.

When the man's right, he's right.

Hey! Bridges! Bridges! Come on! Now come on!

I've never liked your magic tricks,

especially not today. Come on.

Shh-shh-shh. I'm gonna sue you.

Give it! Come on! Help me.

Calm down. Now, listen.

Once we use Goetz to get Dwyer,

you can do whatever your little heart desires.

What the heck are you doin'?

Get outta there. What're you doin'?

Until then... (keys jangle on car roof)

Oh, come on.

...stay outta my way.

Bridges. Bridges!

Gimme the...! Come on!

Gimme the keys!

What?

(sighs)

Bridges!

Raymond, telephone. It's your mother.

Barry...

Warm up the car. I'll be right back.

Sure, boss.

Ray Goetz?

I've got nothing to say to you.

Well, what do you say, you want to chat now?

MAN: All right. Watch behind you.

I told you, stay behind the tape!

I am an officer of the court,

fully licensed by the state of Nevada.

Hey, that man is a fugitive!

You are manhandling me.

This the last time I'm telling you.

That's right, Scotty.

He stays behind the line or throw him in jail.

You can't do this to me, Bridges!

Hey, I got the paperwork!

That is my guy!

You heard the man.

How would you like to go to jail?

How would you like six tickets to a casino show?

BRIDGES: Okay. Listen, I appreciate it. Thanks a lot.

Bubba, what is going on?

Look at that.

Is that a perfect match or what?

You know what's amazing

is that not only do you come up with these schemes,

you actually follow through on them.

Hey, you know, you can't tell the difference,

and neither will Inger.

Whatever you say, bubba.

How's your head?

I'll live.

The question is, for how long?

BRIDGES: Here's the deal, Ray.

Dwyer killed Vic Walsh.

He blew up your car hoping you'd be in it.

Now, there's no telling what he's going to do next.

Now, here's my thing in this whole deal.

I don't want a bunch of innocent people

getting hurt over a turf war.

Yeah, well, you tell Dwyer that.

I'm not talking to him.

I'm talking to you.

The way I see it, you got three choices.

Dwyer can kill you,

Bettina can take you back to Nevada

and you'll go to jail...

Or you can cooperate with us.

Looks like a no-brainer to me.

I'll think about it.

Well, don't give yourself a headache.

If I were you, I'd call me soon.

I'm having a moment here, you know?

About what?

Well, my right brain says I hope he does call.

My left brain says, you know,

the world would be a much better place

if Dwyer did blow up Raymond.

(phone ringing)

Yours?

Yours?

Yours.

Yeah. Dominguez.

Joseph, Harvey.

Suzanne called from Harry Grimes' restaurant.

She said she found your ring.

(laughs): Yes! There is a God.

Suzanne found my ring.

You are the luckiest brown man alive.

Sí, sí.

So what did you tell her?

Want me to drop by and pick it up or what?

No. I figured it was important, so I gave her your home address.

You did what?

Yeah. She's going to drop it by.

When?

Right now. Is that a problem?

Oh...

You okay? Joe?

(siren wailing)

Come on! Get out of the way! (horn honking)

(siren wailing)

(siren wailing in distance)

(siren wailing, tires screeching)

Hey, Joe, want to play cops and robbers with us?

Not right now, Mickey.

I'll play on the weekend, okay, but I got to...

We got new water guns-- Power Blasters.

Yeah. That's great. I'm...

No.

(hushed): Suzanne. Suzanne.

Now, Billy!

Suzanne. Suzanne. Hands up, copper!

Hey! Hey!

Put that thing... Reach for the sky!

Hey! Come on! Hey!

(doorbell rings) Put that thing down!

Suzanne!

Suzanne.

Hi. I was just looking for you.

Great. You found me. Hide!

Hi, honey. How you doing?

I was just in the neighborhood.

Thought I'd stop in. You're wet.

Oh, I was playing with the neighbor kids out there

with that thing, you know?

Aren't you on duty?

Uh... yeah. Why don't we go inside, okay? Come on.

Boy, you look great. Let's go inside.

You rang the doorbell.

Why didn't you use your key?

Well, you know, it's the middle of the day,

and you don't expect me to be in the middle of the day,

and I didn't want to, youknow,

spook you out, or... or the baby.

Hey, you got your ring back!

Wow. It looks great.

Oh, yeah. Like brand-new.

Yeah, well, you know, the guy did

a great job, you know,

and I... I saw it, and I... I got all emotional.

I wanted to come over and tell you

how much I'm looking forward to this baby,

and how much I love you.

Oh, Joe.

I have a confession to make.

Yeah? Yeah.

What? I didn't really believe you fully before.

I thought maybe you weren't telling me the truth

about the wedding ring.

I thought maybe you'd lost your wedding ring.

Oh, yeah, well, I understand.

Why don't we get your wet clothes

off you, huh?

And then you stay here, (zipper opens)

and I'll go and put your clothes

in the dryer, and then I'll come back,

and I'll get you all nice and warm.

You will?

Uh-huh.

Oh. Well...

Well, I'm in the mood if you're in the mood.

You're always in the mood.

That's right.

Well, hey, take these with you.

See you later.

No. First time she cleans, I'm dead.

Hey, honey.

Hey, baby.

Come here, baby boy.

Hello.

The bomb was your plastic explosive variety,

wired to the ignition.

The detonator was an aluminum-shelled primer.

Very common, very deadly, very untraceable.

Is there any chance

that anybody saw the bomber hooking it up?

We picked up a video from a couple of tourists.

We're trying to pull some stills from it now.

That's good. Pass them around the neighborhood.

Do you think Goetz will deal with us now?

I don't think he's afraid of Dwyer, if that's what you mean.

But I think he's smarter.

He might just realize that he can get what he wants

if he gives us what we want.

Oh, look at this.

What's with you?

You look like you just got lucky.

Yes, I did.

You're kidding me.

She bought the whole fake ring thing?

Yes, she did.

Hook, line and sinker.

And not only that, Nashman.

Let's see-- how should I put this?--

I should go home for lunch more often.

Oh, brother.

Where is the fake ring?

Here it is.

Well, what did you do with the real one?

Well, I hid it in a 50-year hiding place.

What's a 50-year hiding place?

It's a place that Inger wouldn't look in 50 years.

It's in the fireplace, way up in the flue.

That way, if anything ever goes down, I'll always have a backup.

Uh-huh. And let's just say for... on a wild chance,

that she wants a fire. (phone ringing)

Don't worry about it. It's safe.

It's way up in the fireplace.

I'm the only one that knows about it.

Uh-huh. Nash.

Well, all right.

Stay put. We'll be right there.

Goetz?

He's ready to rock.

Am I happy?

Tell me I'm happy.

We missed him.

We got the driver, but not Goetz.

Al.

Idiots.

Time to check the backup plan.

(phone ringing)

Bettina.

Yeah, this is Mr. Amos from Tower Bonds.

I haven't heard from you in a few days.

Yes, sir. Sir, not to worry.

I've got everything under control.

I've located the target, and I'm about to make the grab.

We should be in Vegas by 10:00.

I hear somebody tried to blow Mr. Goetz up this afternoon.

Where did you... where did you hear that?

People talk to me, Mr. Bettina.

I'd appreciate it if you'd do the same. Where are you?

Downtown. Goetz is holed up

in his art gallery. And where is that?

Hey, don't worry. He'll be in hand soon.

That's not what I asked you. I want an address.

5900 Bryant Street.

Rick Bettina?

Yeah. Who are you?

Mr. Amos sent us over to help.

I don't need no help.

Yeah, well, that's what we're going to do, okay?

Okay, but I'm in charge.

You want to be in charge, you're in charge.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Let's just wait.

Yeah, right. Check upstairs.

Hey.

Bettina?

Bridges!

BETTINA: What the hell are you doing with that?

Give me that thing!

You can't shoot them! They're cops!

Get off me!

Am I crazy, or is Bettina shooting at us?

No. It's the other guy.

Who the hell is he?

I'm going to ask Bettina,

if I don't shoot him first.

Joe.

Go!

Hey, that's our guy!

Get out of here!

Find Bettina. I'll get Goetz.

Ray!

Ray!

Bettina?

I lost him.

Goetz has gone paranoid on us.

He thinks everybody's trying to kill him now.

Ray!

I got you. Give me that gun!

Give it to me! Move!

Son of a bitch.

BRIDGES: Yeah, so this is good.

So you gotta run all these numbers here.

Okay, Harve, why don't you take Mr. Dwyer

on back to Interrogation?

You got it.

We don't have enough to charge him with.

We can hold him 24 hours.

Yeah, well, that doesn't give us much time to put it together.

Evan, get on the horn to Las Vegas.

Find out the bondsman that Bettina was working for.

I want to talk to him.

Maybe we can cut a deal, get Goetz back here.

Joe, let's go work somethin'.

So?

Let's talk about Vic Walsh.

Vic Walsh was a fossil.

Yeah? Well, who killed him?

Haven't a clue.

You know, in his day,

Vic Walsh would've accomplished the play

that you're tryin' to make without spillin' a drop a blood.

But now, you on the other hand,

you're somewhat of a klutz, aren't ya?

I mean...

you just made a damn mess of everything.

And in the end, you're not even gonna end up

getting what you want.

Gentleman, where's my lawyer?

Relax, he's on his way.

BRIDGES: You know where you went wrong, Frankie?

You should've taken out Goetz first.

But I bet you were thinking with Walsh gone, Goetz would go easy.

Not so, apparently.

We've got a surprise for you, buddy boy.

Ray Goetz has decided to cut a deal.

(Bridges laughs)

Surprise, surprise.

Now that doesn't bode too well for you, does it, bubba?

Ray Goetz will never talk.

He'll talk.

And when he does...

Bridges would assume that I'd think he'd think

we'd go south on the 101.

Knowing that, we shouldn't go south

on the 101, we should go east on the 92

and pick up the 880.

Therefore, we're going south on the 101.

How long have you had this job?

Shut up.

Undo these cuffs and say that.

Oh, yeah, you're scarin' me.

Yeah, well, let me tell you something, Bettina,

you will never make it across the state line.

You know that, don't you?

Tell you what I know, Ray.

I know that the minute I turn your pretty face in,

I got a hefty reward waitin' for me.

You let me go and I'll double whatever you're makin'.

Actually, I'll triple it.

Very attractive offer.

Very attractive, Raymond, thank you.

But if I wanted to work that side of the street,

I wouldn't be doin' this for a livin'.

Now just shut up and drive.

CORTEZ: Nashman, check out this wrinkle.

The bail bond on Ray Goetz was issued

from a company out of Las Vegas called "McMillan Bail Bonds."

Well, that bond was bought by another company

called "Tower Bail Bonds."

They're the ones that hired Bettina

to track down Ray Goetz.

Now who do you think owns Tower Bail Bonds?

Uh, Wayne Newton.

Good guess.

Same barber. Frankie Dwyer.

That is an interesting wrinkle.

That's why Dwyer was so smug.

He's got Bettina delivering Goetz right to him.

(phone rings)

Nash.

Hey, Bridges, guess what I got that you don't got?

Uh, well, it's not brains, we know that.

Funny. Admit it, I outsmarted you.

Rick, listen very carefully.

You've been duped.

Frankie Dwyer owns Tower Bonds.

You're delivering Goetz right to him.

Right, yeah, that's a... that's a good one.

Nice try, Nash.

Rick, come on now, you gotta focus.

If you take Goetz back to Las Vegas, Dwyer will kill him.

Which wouldn't be the end of the world, but it would be murder.

And you would be

an accessory, that is, if Dwyer lets you live.

Hey, I gotta go.

As always, Bridges, it's been fun to the bitter end.

Now listen, seriously,

if you ever are in Vegas, don't look me up.

(sighs)

Can you give yourself a lobotomy?

Apparently.

Pull off at the next exit.

What for?

Gas, baby, gas.

We got a long drive ahead of us.

(tires squeal)

(gasping)

Get these cuffs off of me.

You're kidding.

Get 'em off!

All right, all right.

There.

Okay, where's Dwyer?

I don't know.

You said he was in the city.

Where in the city?

I'm tellin' you I have no idea.

Get out.

You're not gonna get far.

Dwyer's the one goin' on a trip, pal, not me.

Close the door.

(engine starts)

(gasps)

(tires squeal)

(screaming)

(panting)

Ow!

(phone rings)

S.I.U., Inspector Dominguez.

Hey, it's Bettina.

I lost Goetz.

Interesting.

And the son of a bitch shot me.

Oh, yeah? Must be a bad shot.

I had my vest on.

Oh, Nash will be glad to hear that.

Uh, any idea where Goetz is?

He went after Dwyer.

Okay, thanks for the tip.

(groans)

Bettina? Yep.

Apparently, Goetz shot him.

Unfortunately, he had his vest on,

so Goetz got away.

Now he's after Dwyer.

Bettina called you to tell you this?

Mm-hmm.

What, he-he doesn't love me anymore?

Well, uh, I think you unnerve him, Nash.

I'm hurt.

(door creaks)

(pool balls clacking)

Hang on there a second, Ray.

I got kind of a tricky little shot here.

You know what, Joe? What?

I'm thinkin' that this table isn't level.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

I hate when that happens.

Deal's off, Bridges.

I've changed my mind.

Oh, you changed your mind.

Yeah.

(chuckles) I don't think so.

CORTEZ: Why don't you put that down, Ray?

That is just what I'd do

if I were you, Ray.

How did you know I'd be here?

Well, you know, you work this job long enough,

you actually learn a few things.

That's if you pay attention.

You payin' attention, Ray?

Yeah.

Good.

I'm still gonna make a deal with ya.

But since you tried to kill Bettina,

the deal's not gonna be quite as sweet.

What are you talkin' about?

Oh, you didn't hear?

He lived.

You gotta be kiddin' me.

Yeah, well, that's just about how everybody feels.

Okay.

So I got Dwyer...

and I got you.

So what's it gonna be?

Take your time.

Nine ball in the side pocket, combo off the six.

Pretty shot.

BRIDGES: Looks like you were right, Dwyer.

I can't hold ya.

So I guess we're just gonna have to book ya.

You book me, Inspector,

you better have your ducks in a row.

Oh, we do.

Ray, tell me you're not gonna do this.

I've made my peace, Frankie.

Just give me two minutes alone with him!

Looks like you're screwed, bubba.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Oh, my God. I'm in so much trouble.

Please, God, please.

MAN: Okay, thanks again, Mrs. Dominguez.

Are you ready to tell me the truth now,

Joe?

Okay. Okay, the truth.

Nash and I were at this bar,

see?

That's a bad place to start.

Look, I-I just made this innocent observation

that women seemed more attracted to him than me

because he doesn't wear a wedding ring.

Oh, so you took off your wedding ring

so you'd be more attractive to other women?

Yes.

No! Look, no, that's not what I...

I don't want you to think I'm interested in other women.

It was just a... a guyalogical experiment.

A what?

A guy thing.

That's it.

Nothing happened.

Except that I lost my wedding ring.

And I made another one so

you wouldn't notice.

Should've told you the truth, huh?

That would've been nice.

(ring clinks on table)

Look, honey, I-I don't want you to think that I lie to you,

because I don't.

It's just that I know how you feel about these rings.

Are you interested in other women?

(snorts) No.

God. Do I think about other women?

Sometimes.

(chuckles) But do I want anybody else?

No. Especially not now.

Oh!

What?

The baby, she's awake.

Here, feel her.

She kicked.

Not a she, it's a he.

He's awake.

Wow. (laughs)

(both laugh)