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(woman chattering in Cantonese)

(woman continues speaking Cantonese)

(car engine roaring)

Nash-man, these signal lights-- there is a difference between

the red ones and the green ones.

Bubba, when Lucky calls and says it's important, it's important.

He never cries wolf, and I want to get there.

I just don't want to die in a car crash

when I'm about to become a rich man.

Rich? I just signed a contract

today that's gonna make me

and a certain relative of yours a whole lot of money.

What contract? What relative?

No, no, no, that's all I'm gonna say.

You know, you don't like me to fill you in on the details

of the various things I'm working on,

so I'm just not gonna say anything, okay?

Scams.

See, there you go.

I'm not gonna-- I'm shutting up.

All right, all right, all right.

Maybe I've been a little negative.

Well, maybe you have.

All right, all right! I'm sorry.

From now on I'm gonna be supportive and positive.

Well, that would just be delightful.

All right, so fill me in.

All right.

Your father and I have signed a contract

with a Japanese consortium.

For what? (chuckles)

The stud rights to Mr. Woody.

The stud rights? Yeah.

(laughing and whooping)

What stud rights?

Hell, he's only raced once.

I'm... No-no, not even raced once--

seven-eighths of a race.

What the hell are you go...

All right, sorry.

That's wonderful.

That's absolutely great.

As of today, Mr. Woody is officially in retirement.

He's now a breeding horse.

Great.

We just signed the deal.

We're gonna breed him in the morning.

I mean, this doesn't even qualify as a scam.

What can go wrong?

What can?

So where's Lucky?

He was supposed to meet us right here on this corner.

I can't remember the last time

Lucky asked us to deal with a problem down here in Chinatown.

Exactly right, bubba.

Which makes me all the more anxious

to find out what the hell's going on.

All right, well, let's just cruise a li...

(man chattering in distance)

Is that Lucky down there?

Yeah, looks like him.

What's he doing down there?

(tires screeching)

I don't like the looks of this, bubba.

Lucky, get down!

(onlookers screaming)

(tires squealing)

(onlookers murmuring)

Lucky?

(speaking Mandarin)

(speaking Mandarin)

Lucky...

(sighs)

(woman singing over bluesy organ riff)

(woman chattering in Cantonese)

Hey, Harv. Hey, Nash.

You got word they're on their way? Any minute.

Lucky was a famous guy around here, wasn't he?

Oh, man, he was like the Mother Theresa of Chinatown.

Ran the citizen's aid group,

washed graffiti off the buildings,

took food and medicine to the shut-ins,

got new immigrants started.

You name it.

You know him a long time?

15 years.

I met him when I was a uni cop down here in Chinatown.

We'd been friends ever since.

So he didn't say anything besides Wu did it?

Or, uh, beware of Wu, depending on which one of us you ask.

It was Wu did it.

Yeah, it points in the same direction anyway, huh?

Here they come. Get ready.

BRIDGES: Good morning.

SFPD.

You must be Bobby Wu.

Harv, would you entertain these gentleman

while we have a chat with Mr. Wu?

LEEK: Char siew chow mein, boys.

I need a new recipe. Talk to me.

I'm Inspector Bridges.

This is Inspector Dominquez.

How you doing?

Good. How about you?

You're making a big mistake

by stopping Bobby Wu.

Is that right?

You don't want

to make Bobby Wu unhappy.

We don't want to make Bobby Wu unhappy.

(laughing): You know, I haven't heard

somebody refer to themselves

in the third person since Bob Dole ran for president.

(all laughing)

So, listen, you didn't stop by the station

and say hello when you came to town,

so we thought we'd come here and say hello to you.

So, uh, how long

you been here, Bobby Wu?

Mm, about two months.

Two months.

Well, let's see.

That's gonna be about 59 days too long.

So welcome, and good-bye.

Wait a minute.

You know who I am?

Yeah. You're Bobby Wu.

You just told us. Yeah, Bobby Wu, right?

That's Bobby Wu.

Yeah, the, the head of the Triads here in Chinatown,

fresh off the plane from Hong Kong.

And you're treating me like this?

Well, you see, here's the thing.

A friend of ours was murdered last night in Chinatown--

Lee Jong Mein.

In the community, they call him Lucky.

Yeah, that old man with a red cap.

Believe me, that's not a big loss.

Because this is Chinatown...

I'm gonna give you one courtesy.

What's that?

Get back on that plane and go back to Hong Kong

and never come back.

(takes a deep breath)

Never happen.

It'll happen.

And don't think just because you've got Mr. Gao

and his forces in Hong Kong behind you

that you're invincible, cause you're not.

Is that clear, Bobby Wu?

Harvey. Yes?

Say good-bye to Bobby Wu.

Good-bye, Bobby Wu.

(car door opens)

(spits)

Forget that it's Chinatown.

We are going to make a case against Bobby Wu.

We can't expect to get him straight off,

so let's concentrate on identifying the shooter.

Harv, you gotta get me some witnesses.

I can tell you already, Nash,

it's gonna be nobody saw nothing.

Well, since it was Lucky,

maybe this will be the exception to the rule.

Everybody clear?

Let's get on it.

RONNIE: Nash. Yeah?

There's someone here to see you. Who's that?

He's outside on the front deck.

He says he's an old friend of yours.

Joe.

Bubba, you are

way too far from home.

(chuckling)

Hey, man.

Nash-man.

(both chuckling)

Long time no see. Yeah.

Ah, you don't look any worse for the wear and tear.

Look at you. You don't see everything.

Yeah, ditto.

Say hello to my partner, Joe Dominquez.

This is Cedric Hawks.

Rick, right?

Rick, yeah.

Yeah, I heard a lot about you.

You worked that extradition case

with Nash down in the Caribbean, right?

Yeah, two lifetimes ago when I was a U.S. marshall.

Then he started playing cards.

You ought to see

this guy play poker.

Whoo, baby.

That's all behind me, Nash-man.

You got it? You got your hotel?

Yeah. 20 cabanas on Cat-K, south of Eleuthera.

That is great, brother.

I knew you would do it. I knew it.

Until I went to Freeport for one more game.

Oh, bubba, you know better than that.

You gotta stick to the fish in the water.

Yeah, but I was cheated, man.

The guy didn't act smart, but he was a great cheat.

How much did you lose?

150 K.

Hmm. Out of pocket?

No, I wrote a marker.

Who holds the marker?

Some gangsters from Tampa.

But the guy that cheated me lives here.

Who's that?

The name's Barry Chen.

Man, this is going from bad to worse.

Whoo.

Well, who's Barry Chen?

Uh, Barry Chen is the comptroller

for the Chinese Triads here.

Handles all their investments.

Not this guy.

Oh, yeah...

this guy.

I know, he doesn't look smart,

but he's what you call a... an idiot savant.

You put him in front of a computer screen

or, or, or trading futures or stocks and options,

huh, he goes from Goofy to Mike Milken...

(snaps fingers) like that.

And he's protected by the Triads, so...

Can you get me close to him?

Oh, yeah, we can get you close to him.

It's what happens after that that I can't guarantee.

(indistinct chatter)

(speaking Mandarin)

(speaking Mandarin)

(speaking Mandarin)

(proprietor speaking Cantonese)

I count three. How about you?

Well, three, plus the girl behind the counter

over there with the shotgun.

(speaking Cantonese)

Okay.

He wants to make sure you're clean.

Hey, Barry.

Hey, Nash, Joe.

How's it going, guys?

Good, bubba.

How about you?

Joe, how's it going?

Hey, well, you tell us, huh?

Do I know you?

BRIDGES: Well, yes, you do know him.

This is Cedric Hawks from the Bahamas.

He's a friend of mine.

You played cards with him, Barry.

Oh, yeah, I remember.

BRIDGES: He says that

you still owe him some money.

Oh, man, no-no, I won that fair and square, man.

You were marking the cards.

No, no-no, man, I was on a roll, man.

I was on one of those karmic glides, man.

I couldn't lose.

Every hand was golden.

Let me talk to him my way.

Hey, hey. (speaking Chinese)

Hold on. Easy.

Let's cruise. Come on, now.

Back off, gents.

Say, Barry, why don't you tell us

about your new boss, Bobby Wu?

Bobby Wu? Uh-huh.

He's the boss now, man.

He's a little young-- he's got a lot of testosterone--

but he's shaking things up, man.

Yeah, I bet he is.

Like having Lucky murdered.

Yeah. Lucky wasn't so lucky, man.

But, listen, I don't know anything about that.

Well, let me tell what I know.

Bobby Wu is going down.

That's right, brother. He's going down.

And, when he does, ain't nobody going to be around

to protect you from guys like Rick.

You're not taking on Bobby Wu

and the Triad, are you, man?

That's a death wish, man.

Well, it may be, but cover your bets.

That's it? What about my money?

We're going to leave Barry Chen alone for the time being,

but don't worry.

I got something in mind that will keep you busy.

(phone ringing) Yeah. Dominquez.

Uh-huh. All right. I'll be right there.

What's up?

Oh, that was Gordon, Mr. Woody's trainer.

There's a problem.

I got to get down to the track,

but I'll see you back at the SIU, okay?

See you there. All right.

What's going on?

Don't cash that check yet, Joe.

Oh, geez.

What's happening? Joe Dominquez.

Pam Truitt. I'm the veterinarian.

She's been hired by the Japanese to do the breeding.

Unfortunately, we experienced

some dysfunctions in the process.

Dysfunctions?

Well, we walked our mare past the teaser,

she gave us a good flag,

we took her into the breeding shed,

we brought in Mr. Woody for the live cover,

but nothing worked.

What she's trying to say is, your horse here is impotent.

What?

Impotent. That's what she's saying.

Is that what you're trying to say?

Let's just say today was not a good day for Mr. Woody.

Well, I've never heard of this.

So what's the matter?

Who knows?

Could be a muscle pull,

could be overtraining.

Could be your horse is homosexual. Ha!

I don't find that funny.

No, Gordon, we don't find that funny.

Look, this is a very rare circumstance.

I don't have an answer.

Well, don't look at me.

I never had a problem in this area.

Did you sign a contract

with a live foal guarantee?

Well, yeah.I mean, it was part of the deal.

I had to.

You're in big trouble.

There you go.

What's this for?

It's the number of a friend of mine named Tony.

I can't get too involved in this, you understand,

but Tony knows some big games in town.

He might be able to find you a chair.

All right. Thanks, man.

Appreciate it.

Uh-oh.

BRIDGES: What have we got here?

HAWKS: The boys from Tampa.

Let me talk to him.

Hi, there.

You. Leave.

We're not getting off to a very good start, are we?

You want to rethink that?

Maybe sit down?

Me?

You.

How did you find me, Pep?

Oh, your sweetheart back home gave us the name of your hotel.

All we had to do was threaten to cut her nails.

I've never seen a woman so into her fingernails.

What did you say your name was again?

My name is Charlie Pep.

Who the hell are you?

Well, Mr. Charlie Pep,

I'm the person that you talk to from now on

if you have anything to say to Rick.

Fine. Then give us our money.

Rick owes you the money, and he's going to pay you,

but it's going to be on our timetable.

No. We need our money now.

You know, Mr. Charlie Pep, you need to learn how to listen.

What I said was,

when we get the money, we'll find you.

Until then, make yourself scarce.

Is that clear?

I work for Albert Conti.

Maybe you've heard of him.

(chuckling)

You feel free to tell Mr. Conti exactly what I said.

Word for word.

Oh, yeah.

Take them outside and beat them

so they can still walk in a few days.

That's not a good idea, girls.

Well, it's nice to see you haven't lost any of your speed.

You're not so bad yourself.

Like I said, we'll be in touch.

Sorry about the mess.

BRIDGES: What have you got, Harv?

LEEK: Nobody's been talking on the record-- surprise, surprise--

but what I'm hearing is that

Bobby Wu's been jacking everybody

for higher protection and interest payments.

It's like a whole new regime down there, you guys.

How did Lucky figure into that?

As far as I can tell, all Lucky was doing

was trying to make sure that the old folks in Chinatown

didn't get squeezed too hard.

This guy Wu is pissing me off.

Any witnesses yet?

We found a lady who runs the noodle shop

on the street where Lucky was killed.

We're trying to get her to come on in.

Stay on that one.

Working, working, working.

Joe, how did it go with Mr. Woody?

You don't want to know.

Yes, I do.

This is the new, improved, optimistic Nash Bridges.

Okay. Nothing happened.

He didn't do it.

Mr. Woody wouldn't work.

Try saying that fast ten times.

What? He didn't do it?

Nope.

What exactly happened?

Well, don't make me say the word "impotent," okay?

Mr. Woody is impotent?

Why don't you say it loud enough

for everybody to hear it, Nash?!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm just thinking that maybe you ought

to get that dog hypnotist back.

Hey, this is not funny, man.

Your father and I owe the Japanese a full stud service.

Oh, I'm not going anywhere near that, bro.

Nothing. Nowhere near that.

Well, apparently, it's nothing physical.

We just have to get him over this emotional hurdle.

Oh, no, no, no. You said "we" there.

That... that was a "we" word. Uh-uh.

This is a "you" thing.

"You" take care of the horse.

Well, we owe the Japanese a full value of a foal.

Well, maybe you can get out of it by looking at the contract.

I've looked at the thing ten times.

Here. You take a look at it.

(phone rings)

Nash.

Yeah?

All right, man. That's great.

Yeah. I'm on my way.

That was Rick.

My pal Tony got him a seat in a game.

Oh, yeah? So what's your thought here?

Well, I'm thinking we got enough trouble there in Chinatown

without Rick killing Barry Chen over a bad gambling debt.

Oh, I get it.

So you're going to set up Rick to get him squared, huh?

Well, it's either that

or start another war in Chinatown.

Hey, listen, I got to go to the track,

so I'll catch up with you later, okay?

See you then.

BRIDGES: Hey, Tony, good to see you.

Say hello to Rick. Rick, Tony.

Pleasure. My pleasure.

Is he good? Very good.

Out of Freeport, right?

When I play.

You ever play Nicky Fernandez?

Played him three times, and beat him three times.

That's good.

What's the buy-in, Tony?

Ten grand.

I want you to bankroll him.

You standing behind him?

Yep.

You got yourself a game.

That's big money, Nash.

You can't cover me if I go down.

Well, don't go down, bro.

What about her, huh?

She's a babe, huh?

Look at the flanks on her.

Yeah. That one, huh?

That's the one.

You're beautiful.

Nash, I got that number on that guy you wanted.

Koji Hamashima. Who's he?

Oh, he's the guy

that my dad and Joe made the breeding contract with.

Oh, yeah.

I heard about what happened today to Mr. Woody.

You know, on the performance level.

I hope you don't feel too sad about it, man,

because it happens a lot.

Most horses don't want to talk about it.

Did I miss something, or was this Mr. Woody story

part of the afternoon watch briefing?

It was. Yes.

Uh-huh. What are you going to tell him?

I'm going to tell him exactly what happened.

I just might put a little spin on it.

Hello.

Yeah, hi. Koji?

Yeah. This is Nash Bridges.

Oh. Nash-san.

My father is the owner of Mr. Woody.

Ah. Woody. Uh-huh.

Well, yeah, it's, uh... it's about this morning.

Well, I don't know, Koji.

I mean, look.

The guys blame the girls, the girls blame the guys.

You know, I think

the best thing here is to keep in mind that,

at the end of any relationship, it's best not to assign blame.

It's better just to... to move on.

Oh, I get it. He doesn't understand English.

Bubba, you look tired.

Oh, man, you'd be tired, too,

if you spent half the night watching Black Beauty,

National Velvet, and two parts of Lonesome Dove.

Well, what do you think?

Do you think it worked?

Well, if oat consumption is any indication,

we might have luck with an Appaloosa mare.

Well, I got some good news for you.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

The Japanese have agreed to try Mr. Woody with another mare.

How did that happen?

I called them.

A sudden impulse swept over me.

I don't know what happened.

It was like buying a candy bar

when you're standing in the checkout line.

You did that and they went for it?

I love you.

You know that, don't you? I love you.

Well, sometimes I just need to hear you say it.

I'll see you.

How much you got in there now, huh?

83.

75... 78... 80... 83 grand. Call.

How about you, cowboy?

How's he doing?

This is the hand.

Too rich for me. I'm out.

What you got, island man?

Full house, tens over.

Good enough.

HAWKS: Oh, gentlemen, thank you very much.

Tony, cash me out, would you?

Pleasure. Appreciate it.

That's my 150, Nash.

Never a doubt.

That's the 150K that Rick owes you.

Finish the 'do and hit the road.

150 won't cover it.

You see, with the vig and the traveling expenses,

what he owes me now is more like 250.

(clears throat)

Now, Pep,

we already had this conversation about

you working a little harder on your listening.

So, now are you listenin'?

The marker was a straight I.O.U. with no vig.

So you're gonna take this $150,000

you're gonna go home and

consider the matter settled.

Got it?

Oh, yeah. I got it.

Yeah, okay, Harv.

Good, great work.

Harv's got the witness ready to roll.

That's good news.

Take care of the islands

for me till I can get back down there.

All right, come on down anytime.

Later, Rick. All right, bro.

I'll see ya.

See ya later.

Hello, Rick.

What?

No friends?

He's back at the precinct.

He's a cop.

Right.

And I'm Batman.

Here's how it is.

I need another hundred thou right now

or I'll kill ya.

Tick-tock, Rick.

When I was a young cop... (chuckles)

Lucky was like a, a role model for me.

(sighs)

He gave his life to the community, Mrs. Chok.

It just doesn't seem right

that we should let Bobby Wu get away with killing him.

I saw the whole thing.

Lucky came to see me.

Then he went to the alley, and that's where they shot him.

Who shot him?

I don't know his name,

but he works for Bobby Wu as a collector.

I've seen him many times with Bobby Wu's money man.

Which money man?

Barry Chen.

Thank you, Mrs. Chok.

(seagulls calling)

Get the money, okay? Move.

(grunts)

(grunts)

Hi there.

Mm. We don't have an appointment,

but I'd really like to see Barry Chen.

There.

Thanks.

Get him.

Get him!

Ooh, come out, come out, wherever you are.

Hi, Barry.

Hi.

What you doin' in there?

I'm just relaxing.

This is my isolation booth.

Come on out.

You see, here's how it is, Barry.

We understand you owe our friend Rick here some money.

I do?

Yeah, and we're here to collect it.

And I am gonna collect it

or else there's gonna be an accident.

Oh, no problem, man. I got it right over here.

Oh, good.

(over radio): Five George 31. Possible gunshots fired.

712 Grand at Jackson.

Five George 31, Roger.

That's Barry Chen's.

Come on, Barry. Come on.

Listen, man, stealing from the Triads, man, that's bad karma.

Barry, I want you to understand this.

I don't care about karma

and I don't give a rat's ass about the Triads.

All I want is my money.

No problem, man.

Okay, good.

I like that, no problem.

Take it all.

Hey, only a 150 of that's mine.

Rick...

I really just don't understand your attitude.

You guys are messin' with some bad dudes, man.

I seen 'em take one guys cojones

and make dim sum out of 'em, man.

I'm tellin' you, man.

I seen one guy, they took his intestines

and pull it right through his nose, man.

I'm tellin' you.

Oh, listen, hey, take this, it's insured.

You done?

Yeah. Let's go.

Kill them.

(gasps)

(tires squeal)

Come on. Let's go.

(two gunshots)

Go.

It's Pep.

Joe, call it in.

Yeah.

They're gone.

BRIDGES: Oh, man, tell me that's not Albert Conti's son.

You are having one hell of a losing streak,

aren't you, bubba?

(indistinct radio transmission)

You have any tea, man?

No, Barry, we just got coffee.

Burnt coffee.

Uh, speakin' of burnt,

do you have any idea who that guy was that you killed, Barry?

DOMINGUEZ: The punk he killed was Albert Conti's son.

Albert Conti is to East Florida

what the Triad is to San Francisco. Get it?

Look, I never killed him.

It was my Wa.

What?

My Wa; my ethereal self.

See, the real me, man, I don't like violence.

But my Wa, mess with my Wa, man, look out.

It's kill or be killed, man.

Well, unfortunately,

the only person, besides you and your, uh, Wa,

that can corroborate the story, is Rick Hawks.

And, uh, Rick Hawks

is not exactly Mr. Popularity in the Conti household,

if you know what I mean.

Hey, you got any sweetener or something, man?

Ginseng? I need something.

I'm gonna tell you what you need, bubba.

You need a way out of this.

Those boys down there in Florida

aren't gonna take the death of Albert Conti's son lying down.

Hey, look, those guys stole 300 thou from the Triad, man.

Next time you see them,

they're gonna be Yok Gung; hamburger meat.

You know, little pieces.

Okay. If you think you can walk out of here with no problem,

go with God, brother.

Hey, wait. How you gonna fix this for me?

Who shot Lucky?

Hey, man, Chinese don't talk.

It's been a slice, Barry.

But I'm only half Chinese, so...

Give me a name.

Tiger.

Okay,

where can we find Tiger?

I can take you to him.

Hang there.

So this is where Tiger hangs out?

Yeah. We go in undercover and we'd be cool, man.

We'll find him.

This is a marijuana club.

Yeah, man.

Totally legal under Prop 215, man.

Yeah, you can get anything you want.

All you need is a prescription.

Prescription for what?

Weed. You know, mota, yesca, you know, sinsemilla.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know what it's called,

but it's, uh... (laughs)

What's wrong with you?

Oh, uh, depression, man.

I get depressed when I don't get stoned, you know?

You got a doctor to give you a prescription?

Yeah, man. Legal MD?

Yeah, legal, man.

Dr. J. Dr. John Joseph, man.

He's a cool guy. He's got an 800 number.

I can get it for you if you want.

Uh, it's okay, man. I stopped smokin' pot a long time ago.

Oh, yeah?

What's your drug of choice now, man?

Uh, Rogaine.

Rogaine? What, do you snort it?

How you doing, Barry?

Uh, listen,

this is my good friend, um...

I'm sorry. What's your name again?

Uh, Joe.

Joe. This is Joe, man.

You got a valid medical reason to be here?

Um, hair loss.

I understand.

Go on in.

Cool, brother.

Hey, man, where's Dave?

Dave's not here.

What's up, dude?

Whoa.

Hey, man,

this is supposed to be sinsemilla, man.

You got Mexican

in here with this good Napa bud, man.

Don't you have any bigger buds than this, man?

Dude, I only work here.

By the end of my shift,

I've inhaled so much secondhand smoke,

I can't tell one from another.

You know what else?

I don't care, man.

Hey, mellow out, dude.

Look, why don't we go find Tiger, okay?

Hey, you got any Rogaine?

(people coughing)

There he is.

Okay, look, be cool, let me handle this.

I want this to go as quietly as possible, okay?

SFPD.

Keep your hands where I can see them

and step away from the bong.

(laughs)

(laughing continues)

I got the bong, man.

(laughter)

(line ringing)

Nash.

The legend in his own mind is on the move.

LEEK: Bobby Wu and two carloads of Triad soldiers.

Looks like they're gonna head east on Battery.

All right, good.

Keep cool and stay back.

We're on our way.

Hopefully we'll get there before they land.

(line disconnects)

(tires screeching)

(engine roaring)

Yeah.

"T-D-S-R."

Yeah, I got it, thanks.

What's up, Harv?

Our boys drove up, went aboard, haven't heard a peep since.

How long they been in there?

LEEK: About ten minutes.

BRIDGES: Who owns the boat?

Registry shows it's owned by a TDSR Enterprises out of Tampa.

Albert Conti.

I'm gonna bet Charlie Pep's in there.

I'm gonna bet you're right.

The question is, who's got the money now?

(two gunshots)

(car engine starting, man shouting in distance)

BRIDGES: Oops, sounds like it might be a toss-up.

Sounds like Florida and China just declared war.

(gunshots)

(screaming, automatic gun firing)

BRIDGES: Call it in, Harv.

Tell them we're gonna need

everything we can get.

(gunfire continues)

Are we going in there?

Not unless you got a death wish.

(automatic gun firing)

The boat! (gunfire)

So we wait here?

Till the cavalry gets here.

Hopefully they'll kill each other before they do.

(swearing in Mandarin)

Nash, we got a streaker.

Don't go in there without backup.

Aw, hell, I'm waiting for the marines.

(speedboat engine roaring)

Remember how to use one of these?

Yeah, just like riding a bicycle.

(gunshots)

(siren wailing)

Cut them off!

(siren whoops)

OFFICER (over bullhorn): SFPD! Drop your weapons

and get out of the car with your hands on your head!

(automatic gun firing)

(bullets ricocheting)

(single gunshot)

(two gunshots)

(tires squealing)

(two gunshots)

BRIDGES: Hold on!

(gunshots)

(bullets ricocheting)

(speedboat engine sputtering)

BRIDGES: Yeah, this is Five George 31.

Alert Harbor Patrol.

We got a stranded cigarette boat with suspects,

armed and dangerous. Uh, Nash,

look, those guys are sitting ducks.

Five George 31.

BRIDGES: All units, the other Mercedes is on Allied Point.

(groans) BRIDGES: Get the hell out there now.

(gunshot) (groans)

BRIDGES: Scratch that.

Tell them to send the coroner.

BRIDGES: Poor bastard, I tried to tell him he had a listening problem.

(indistinct police radio chatter)

BRIDGES: You speak English?

How long you been in the States?

Three months.

(sighs)

Well, let me tell you something, Tiger.

We've got a witness

who will testify that you killed Lucky two nights ago.

We've also got a witness

inside the Triad who will testify

that you were sent by Bobby Wu on several occasions

to intimidate Lucky and finally to kill him.

Now, the good news is, you're gonna go to prison.

The bad news is, if you don't work with me,

I will make damn sure that you're deported,

and you'll do your time on the mainland.

Chinese prison? American prison?

You starting to get the picture?

I need guarantee.

You protect me from Wu.

(sighing): You rotten bastard.

I ought to kill you myself for what you did to Lucky.

You tell me what I need to know,

and I'll make a call to Mr. Gao in Hong Kong,

and Bobby Wu will cease to exist as you know him.

I want you to write down

everything that you know about Lucky's murder.

If you can't write it in English, do it in Chinese.

I'll have it translated.

Xie xie.

(indistinct chatter)

MAN 1: Yeah! MAN 2: Whoo-hoo!

(phone dialing)

Look who's here.

You'd better step out of the way, Inspector,

unless you want to start a war.

The war's over.

You just don't know it yet.

(speaking Mandarin)

(speaking Mandarin)

(speaking Mandarin)

Ni hao.

Hao.

Hao.

Hao. (snaps fingers)

(speaking Mandarin)

(speaking Mandarin)

(shouting in Mandarin)

(shouting in Mandarin)

(Wu shouting)

(continues shouting)

Harvey... help Mr. Wu slip into these, will ya?

With pleasure.

BRIDGES: Let me tell you where you made your mistake.

Even gangsters have to treat their people in their community

with a little respect.

(onlookers murmuring)

(horse nickering)

NICK: She's attractive.

(horse whinnies)

I wouldn't kick her out of bed.

I'd put a little plaid skirt on her.

Maybe spray her down with some Obsession or something.

(hooves clopping) There he is.

Hey, big guy.

All right, you ready?

All right, it's time.

I want you to go in there--

You're big, you're handsome, you're strong,

you're hung like a...

Well, you... you're all right.

And you got the best hair since Michael Bolton.

All right, look. Over there, there she is.

DOMINGUEZ: Looks pretty good, huh?

Looks pretty good?

Yeah.

All right, you ready?

All right, go do it.

(strong exhale)

(horse neighing)

(horse handler laughs heartily)

(hooves thudding)

(horse snorting)

Come on, girl, come on.

Come on.

There you go.

We got the money.

(laughing): Yes!

(door closes)

You know what I'm thinking?

Joe, please, don't think anymore.

Wait a minute.

I'm thinking that since Mr. Woody has done breeding,

maybe we should take him out of retirement

and race him again, huh?

Race him? Yeah.

Aw, hell, man, look at him.

His girlfriend's leaving.

He's melancholy again.

(horse nickers)

I remember when my girlfriend broke up with me.

What happened?

I enlisted.

GORDON: Well, I know one thing.

He ain't gonna want to run for a while.

I'm going home.

Write me a country-western song about this whole thing.

(spits, then laughs)

GORDON: Come on.

Tell you what, Nick.

Why don't we trade him in for a couple fast greyhounds, huh?

No! Yeah!

You ever see those puppies run?

Man, those guys are fast.

We can make a killing.

Yeah, ladies love those things.

Yeah, yeah, down in Florida.

18, 19, 20.

Call.

Full house.

That's impossible.

Nothing that can be imagined is impossible, my friend.

Since when did you start being a fortune cookie writer,

and what does that mean?

It means that in poker and in women, anything can happen.

BRIDGES: It usually does.

That's for you.

What's this?

That's 150 K that you owe Albert Conti.

I got it off of Pep's boat.

Thanks, man.

What about the rest of it, man?

BRIDGES: Oh, well,

that's part two of my Asian peace plan.

The rest of it goes back to Mr. Gao in Hong Kong.

Yeah, the only thing is, you're still on the hook

with Conti for killing his son,

so you might want to think about going away

for a little while, you know?

We might be able to put you into the

Witness Relocation Program if you're interested.

Oh, yeah, right.

Where, Iowa?

I'm not into potatoes, man.

That's, uh, Idaho.

What'd I say? Barry and I

might be taking a little trip together.

Oh, yeah? Where?

Monte Carlo.

Monte Carlo? Yeah.

And do what? Gamble.

Gamble? Gamble.

(chuckling) Yeah.

Do I believe this?

I... (mutters)

(chuckling)

Thanks for everything, bro.

Ah, forget it.

Hey, man, I'll catch you at the pass.

Till we meet again.

You be good.

Don't come crying to me if things go bad, now.

Hey, okay.

And Joe, Mm?

grow the mustache back, man.

Peace on you.

(sighs)

You ever been to Monte Carlo?

Is it me, or is that

the strangest partnership you've ever seen?

I've seen stranger.

(chuckles)