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Watch him, watch him, watch him!

All right...

on the left, left side!

I got him. I got him. Hurry up,

come on, catch him.

Get...

You're clear. Go!

Of all the damn times

for the 'Cuda to be in the shop!

The 'Cuda.

Gee, well, you think you're the only guy

that can run down a guy?

I'll let you know when and if we catch him.

If?

Ha! Bubba, this guy's toast.

Now, watch out for him, watch him on these exits.

I got him.

Watch him. Here we go.

He's locked in. He's on radar.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oh, no!

How do you like that handling?

I'm sure if I opened my eyes I'd be really impressed.

Ha, we got him.

Whoop.

Not yet.

What is that?

That would be

a grenade launcher.

Uh, Joe.

Check it out.

FBI.

I guess that's what you'd call friendly fire.

Wasn't that friendly, bubba.

Otherwise you'd still have a car.

I can't believe you got out alive.

Man, you'd be surprised how fast you can move

when you see the business end of a grenade launcher.

You know, considering how much you loved this car

you're taking this very well, Joe.

It's cool. I got insurance, man.

I got collision, comprehension,

uninsured motorist. Hell,

if anything, I'm over insured.

Uh-oh.

FBI.

Move the yellow tape outside my car

and keep everybody back.

Bridges. Katzo.

You better have a good reason for draggin' me

all the way down here. Oh, I do.

We found something that belongs to you.

Thought maybe you might want it back.

Anybody could've put FBI on the stock.

Oh.

Oh, it's not yours, you don't want it?

Oh, well all right, we'll keep it.

Yeah, all right, it's mine.

Now where'd you get it?

Oh, some scag tried to vaporize us with it.

Want to tell us what the hell is goin' on?

It's a very sensitive situation.

Oh. You know what

I'm thinkin', Joe?

I'm thinkin' if we call the Chronicle right now,

they'd love to get a picture of this baby

on the front cover. What do you say?

Especially with FBI stamped all over it.

Yeah, all right, look...

An FBI Suburban was stolen three days ago

along with weapons stowed inside

for anti-terrorist exercises. Uh-huh.

Uh, be more specific.

We lost ten grenade launchers,

30 MP-5 assault rifles,

300 grenades, 5,000 rounds of ammunition,

along with some body armor

and shields.

And it never occurred to you

that you might want to tell us this?

You have leads, I hope.

Hell, yes, we've got leads.

What leads?

What leads?

Uh, excuse me.

You see that right there?

We almost got our asses smoked in that thing.

Now, either you give, or I dial.

Yeah, all right.

We canvassed the area, we came up with multiple witnesses

who gave similar descriptions of the same two suspects.

Here they are.

Oh, he just happens to have them in his pocket.

You ID'd 'em yet?

No, but we think they're car thieves.

So, now, let me get this straight.

A couple a slackers stroll into the FBI garage

past all those special agents, all that hi-tech security

and drive out with a carload of weapons.

Actually, the Suburban was parked on the street.

Where?

I can't tell you that.

I think you can.

Look, I'm willing to work with you Bridges,

but I can only go so far.

Now there are certain details of this case

that I can't reveal for reasons of Bureau security.

So what you're sayin' is,

the Bureau is aware of this situation,

all the way back to Washington.

Listen, Bridges, all right, I made a mistake, okay?

I should've come to you earlier.

Now, look, I think that if we put our heads together...

Now, just stick with me on this...

we can wrap this thing up and no one will ever be the wiser.

He's flyin' by the seat of his pants.

Yes, I am.

And I could really use your help on this.

We'll see what we can do.

Thanks, man.

Be in touch.

♪ ♪

Lou, Tran, Dep.

My main men.

Check it out.

Oh, no, it says FBI on it.

Your assurance of quality.

Good workmanship.

Hell, yes.

It's not some inferior product made by drunks

and cigarette hoarders in some...

Eastern bloc post cold war country from hell.

That's a genuine American product.

Listen, next time you want to bust

a cap on some lowlife who thinks he's a bad-ass OG,

'cause he's got an AK-47,

you hit him with an American D-6 grenade.

Teach 'em a little political reality.

Gimme a dozen.

We got nine.

The price is 25 per unit.

Grenades are extra.

We can pay 11 each.

Whadda you got, dirt for brains, huh?

You're not hearin' me.

The launchers are 25 each.

You want 'em, you pay our price, otherwise don't waste our time.

Don't move!

We cap you,

blow your damn heads off!

Now, give us the weapons.

Now! Hey, chill out.

This has got a little aggressive on both sides,

but we can work it out.

You get nothing.

We're gonna take it all.

Now!

The man wants it all.

Maybe we're settin' our prices too high.

No.

It's Keynesian economics, man.

It may take a little longer, but we'll find the buyer.

Let's go.

So, I guess you're pretty happy

to get your car back, huh?

Yes, I am.

Hey, um...

how we gonna get a line of those car thieves?

Well, I thought we'd use the

"it takes one to know one" technique.

Go pay a visit to Dana the Wheelman.

He's the best damn car thief I ever knew.

That's a good idea.

What about Katz?

Ah, forget about Katz.

We got a fairly serious situation here, bubba.

Those weapons that Katzo had let out on the street

could liberate a third world country.

Or turn ours into one.

How pleasant.

Harve.

Yeah, it's Nash.

Grab Evan and meet us at the corner of Union and Jasper.

Post haste.

Dana?

So, who is this guy?

Eh, he's a former carjacker.

Harve, you and Evan take that side over there.

And be careful, he's quick.

You might want to do a few leg stretches

so you don't pull a muscle or anything.

Wow, look at all

this stuff.

It's for makin' wheelchairs, huh?

Yeah, except for this.

This is for rekeying high-end cars.

Whoa!

Is that him? That's him.

There he goes. Get after him, boys.

Run him down.

They don't have a chance.

Not a prayer.

Oh, we're never gonna catch him,

Harve, he's too far ahead. Oh, thank you.

I was starting...

to hallucinate.

Hey, bubba.

I think you're speeding.

You were doing 30 in that school zone back there.

I'm in a hurry.

He's in a hurry. Oh, really.

Well, this won't take long.

Show him the pictures, Joe.

I don't know 'em.

You didn't look at 'em long enough

to suggest anything but that you do know 'em.

I can't help you.

All right, all right, take it easy now.

Well, so, you can't help us, huh?

Well, I guess that means

I'm gonna have to put you outta business.

And that's a shame because I understand

that rekeying for stolen cars is a helluva lot

more lucrative than actually stealing 'em.

If anybody finds out I was talking to you...

Hey, we never saw ya.

You never saw me.

Who the hell are ya?

One guy's Miles, the other one's Vaughn.

I don't remember which is which.

How do we find 'em? I don't know.

I used to deliver keys to this chick named Michelle.

She boosts for them.

Mind if I have a drink?

Be my guest.

How do we find Michelle?

She lives off of 19th and Golden Gate.

She drives a blue and white motorcycle.

If she's around,

you'll see her parked right outside. - Hmm.

Vodka.

Happy trails.

Well, I finally got my baby problem solved.

Man, this new nanny?

Awesome.

The southern girl? Mm-hmm.

Name is Mary Tad Butler.

She's from Georgia.

Oh. Mm-hmm.

And Inger likes her?

Inger loves her.

Wow.

Lucia loves her, I love her.

Hey, you know what?

You'd love her, too.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Hey, maybe you should meet her. As in

take her out "meet her"?

What a good idea.

No, no way, bubba.

I do not do blind dates.

This isn't a blind date, man.

This is you taking her out for coffee

or something casual like that.

Hardly qualifies as a blind date.

Ah...

but perhaps you're forgetting

the last date that you made for me.

Huh, I'm kind of foggy.

Remind me.

Oh, yeah, you're foggy, uh-huh.

Well, let me see if I can refresh your memory.

Does the "tickle babe from hell" ring any bells?

Um, oh, hey, it wasn't my fault, man.

She looked perfectly normal with her clothes on.

Look,

I guarantee you that you'll love this girl,

and I'm talking about love this girl.

Uh-huh.

Pass-your-dena.

♪ ♪

Hi there.

Want to step into my office?

Hands on the roof.

Attagirl.

Big mistake, guys.

Yep, definitely for you, sister.

Want me to read her rights?

Don't bother.

I'm a cop.

Hmm.

Nash.

Here comes the cavalry.

I want an update.

Uh, based on what? Based on the fact

that I haven't heard a word from you,

so I know you're up to something.

Uh, you wouldn't happen to have anything new for us,

would you, Katz?

Last names.

Miles Windcroft and Vaughn Smith.

Auto theft and B&E guys, only...

no local addresses.

Not bad.

Nash.

Michelle's story... It checks out.

She's an inspector, undercover, working auto theft

out of North Station.

They've been tracking a car theft ring

that's been shipping sports utility vehicles to Venezuela.

Michelle?

Michelle who?

Do you know how many months I put in on this gig?

Hey, we're sorry.

Yeah, spare me.

Michelle, we need your help.

Oh, yeah, sure.

You know, whatever it is that you guys are working on,

it must be more important than my gig

'cause I was only going to bust a major car theft ring.

But, hey, you know, I-I know what's important in cop work.

What really matters is

that you don't degrade the lines of authority

or seniority or chain of command.

So...

tell me, gentlemen, what can I do for you?

Did she just make you feel really old?

Prehistoric.

That's it.

You can talk to my lieutenant. I'm out of here.

Obviously you don't appreciate

the seriousness of this situation.

Do you know who I am?

The, uh, owner of a heinous tie?

I'm Special Agent David Katz,

second in command

of the FBI's San Francisco office.

We're involved in this case, too.

Really? How so?

It's a federal matter,

the details of which are none of your business.

However,

you do happen to know where we can find

our two suspects... Miles Windcroft

and Vaughn Smith.

Sorry, I don't recognize 'em.

Really? How about you and I

march over to the U.S. Attorney's Office

and have you charged with obstruction?

Don't threaten me. It's no threat, honey.

Oh, yeah, that's perfect.

So, uh, tell me, honey.

What, are you going to try racism next?

All right, Katz, say good-bye.

Sit down.

Bridges, just give me two minutes.

I already did.

Now, I'll call you, I promise.

Take P and Q with you.

Let's go.

Tell me, what does the SIU or the FBI care

about a couple of two-bit car thieves?

Uh, well... they happen to have stolen

a vehicle that belonged to the FBI...

Oh... and it happened to be full of FBI weapons.

You know, like grenade launchers

and full body armor.

Wait a minute, I didn't hear anything about that.

Of course not.

Don't pretend there isn't departmental politics.

Yeah, well, uh, I'm not really big on politics.

Yeah, me neither.

So what do you say, you and I just sort of sit here

and chat on a non-political level

and sort this thing out?

What do you want out of this?

I mean, what would be your ideal outcome?

I don't want to lose the car theft ring,

and if Miles and Vaughn go down, I want credit.

Done.

That's it?

I'm just supposed to believe you?

Hey, look at that face.

What's not to trust?

Where do I find them?

At The Little City Diner.

They eat lunch there every day.

You got a deal.

Interesting cop, this Michelle.

Yes, she is.

Yeah, she kind of reminds me a little of you

when you were young and cute.

Define "cute," bubba.

Define "cute."

Mary Tad Butler... that's cute.

Oh, no, no, no, not again, uh-uh.

Man, I look out for you.

I try to find you romance, happiness,

and I get no appreciation.

What's the rub, Joe?

There's always a rub.

Can't I do something out of the goodness of my heart, man?

You're my best friend.

I just happen to think that you two guys would hit it off.

And it's just because you think we'd hit it off?

She's your type, man.

She's sexy, she's beautiful, she's fun,

she's great with children.

Uh, you should have stopped with fun.

Look, we'll just make it

some kind of casual get-together, okay?

No big deal.

I didn't say yes.

All right, yeah, but you didn't say no.

I didn't say yes.

Didn't say no.

Didn't say yes. Didn't say no.

Here you are, there you go.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Now, uh, you're Miles and you're Vaughn.

Isn't that right?

Miles and Vaughn?

Mm-hmm, I think so.

It's like Beavis and Butthead.

I always get them confused, too.

You should think about taking a walk.

I don't think so. SFPD.

Now, gentlemen, I want you to make this simple for me.

Hey! AGENT: Move it!

Federal agents! Everybody stay down!

You're covered, you're covered.

Go, go!

FBI! FBI!

SFPD!

Go, go, go!

Get out of the car now!

Get those two! Evan.

I'm going, I'm going.

Go!

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Oh.

What the hell are you doing?!

- Timing is perfect. - It's Evan, it's Evan.

Hold up, hold up.

Gone.

No one here but us good guys.

Good work, guys, really good work, thanks.

Thanks.

Yeah, we're here, come on up.

That was Evan and Harve with an update.

Hey, Nashman, what do you think...

The Aspen silver or the Montreal blue?

For what?

My new car.

Man, they're never going to be able

to repair a car hit by a grenade.

They're going to have to buy me a brand-new vehicle.

Aspen silver.

Yeah, I thought so, too.

That's nice, huh? Mm-hmm.

Dominguez.

Oh, hi, Mary Tad.

How's Lucia?

Oh, she's always perfect when she's with you.

Uh, it's Mary Tad. LEEK: Good morning, boys.

Yes, I heard.

Yeah... oh, I was just talking to Nash...

You know, Nash Bridges.

Yeah, everything's all set.

Uh, he'll pick you up at, uh, 8:00.

Yeah, he can't wait.

Okay, bye-bye.

I'm picking up whom at 8:00?

Hey, you didn't say no, and I gave you

every opportunity in the world to say no,

so what I figured is you wanted to say yes.

So I figured why wait?

Mm-hmm, Dominguez logic strikes again.

Nashman, you go out on this date,

you're going to spend the rest of your life wondering,

"How can I repay my really good friend Joe Dominguez?"

Is that right? That is right.

And you set up dinner.

As a matter of fact, I did... Long Life Restaurant.

You pick her up at my place at 8:00.

Excuse me, excuse me.

If I may interject, you never want to pick up a blind date.

And why is that? You want to meet her there.

That way, if it's a train wreck, you can bail out.

Excuse me, I haven't even said I'm going to do this yet.

Dinner is at 8:00, right?

Nash, I'm gonna call your cell phone at 8:45,

exactly 45 minutes in,

and that way you can cut out if you need to.

He's not going to need the call.

And, Harvey, why don't you mind your own damn business?

Yeah, exactly.

I'm not going to need the call because I'm not going.

Now, can we get back into this case?

We found out why Katz didn't want

to tell us about the stolen Suburban.

Have a seat. Thank you.

Why?

Well, as they say, a picture's worth a thousand words.

I got a buddy that works over at the Bureau.

He turned me on to this stuff...

On a confidential basis, of course.

Harve and I...

We tracked down the rest.

It seems that Katz was driving the Suburban,

and that it wasn't stolen off the street.

It was stolen out of a parking lot

at a place called the, uh, Shining Star Motel,

where he was conducting business.

Wouldn't you say it was business, Harve?

Oh, yeah, the business. Anyways,

he's been visiting this motel every Wednesday afternoon

for the past seven weeks,

registering under the name of Mr. Dashiell London.

How literary of him.

San Francisco authors, no less.

The manager gave us a series of security videos,

all similar to the one Mr. Cortez has in there now.

Oh, he's into leather babes, huh?

So, Katzoid is in the hay, rolling,

while the weapons are being stolen.

Exactly.

Mm-hmm.

This guy.

I never think he's going to surprise me,

and then he does.

How should we play this?

I'm thinking we keep this one

in our hip pocket for the time being.

So, are you in or out?

What?

Hey, man, I'm not going to tell my nurse

to meet you at that restaurant if I'm not sure

that you're going to be there.

I never told you to set that up in the first place.

Okay, okay. I'll just cancel, okay?

If you really want me to.

I mean, you know, if you really want

to hurt her feelings and mine and...

I mean, if you really want to blow what could

possibly be the chance of a lifetime, okay.

You're not going to let this go, are you?

Hey, no pressure.

Yeah, right.

Look, you just tell me

what you want to do, and I'll do it.

All right, I'm in.

Hey, you won't regret this.

You might.

Hey.

Hey, Nash. Hey, Lawrence.

How you doing? Good.

I'm just going to sit at the bar.

All right.

Kettle One on the rocks,

with a slice of orange if you got it.

You bet.

Oh!

Can you believe this?

You all right?

I shouldn't have ordered a drink.

I should've just waited out front

and sat quietly doing nothing.

But, you know, then something else

would've happened, right?

I-I'm waiting for a blind date.

My boss set it up,

so, you know, what could I do?

Say no?

And then I got nervous, even though I didn't want

to be here in the first place.

I must have changed outfits 12 times.

Um...

I'm Nash Bridges.

I think I'm your date.

Oh.

But, uh, my date's name is Wilson.

Nash.

Yeah? She's here.

Too bad for me.

Um...

Thanks.

Good luck.

You, too.

Hi.

Hi.

Uh, Mary Tad.

Nash.

It's a pleasure.

The pleasure's mine.

Let me show you to your table. Yeah.

Buenas noches, Michelle.

What the hell is this?

It's been a long day for us, Michelle.

Yeah, we've been racking our brains.

Trying to figure out how two police inspectors

found us at lunch and gave us a bad case of indigestion.

Yeah, then we heard you got picked up

by the cops today and, uh...

it all kind of came into focus.

What do you think, I ratted you guys out?

It's highly possible, Michelle.

Well, it looks like the brain damage

is starting to show.

Look, humor us.

So...

so, it's like 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning,

and-and-and Joe and I are the only ones there.

Joe's buried in the panel box, trying to figure out

why the lights and the power and the phones

and all that stuff's off at the, uh, SIU.

And so, I-I just... I don't know what made me go.

I just happened to mosey out... out to the back.

And I look and I see the mooring line is broken.

We're adrift.

We're-we're... we're floating

halfway to Alcatra...

What?

Uh...

You know, you're not what I expected.

Neither are you.

Is that yours or mine?

Um... I think it's mine.

Oh, that's mine.

Yeah.

Hello?

Uh, no.

Uh, no. No.

I'm great.

Um, thanks for calling. That-that won't be necessary.

Bye. Thanks very much, Harve.

Okay, good night, Harve.

Uh, that was, uh, just a friend of mine.

Yeah, same here.

So...

you don't have to be somewhere?

I can't imagine being anywhere else.

Man, I cannot wait to get my new car.

You know, if we keep showing up at work together,

people are going to think we're living together.

They already do.

Coffee? Please.

Flowers.

Ah, who could they be from, me?

Uh, nope, not you.

You mean I've been replaced

by somebody who admires you more?

Can you believe that?

Mind if I peek?

You will anyway.

Go ahead.

Not bad.

So, the next time

you want to fix me up on a blind date...

Yeah? You can forget it.

Why?

Because, if things go as remotely as well

as they did last night,

I'll be unavailable.

Well, all right.

I get pick of the litter?

You bet.

Anything new on the missing weapons front this morning?

No, no, no, no, no.

You can't just tantalize me like that, man.

I need details, you know, specifics.

Come on, come on, come on.

Uh... I don't kiss and talk.

Plus, we're late.

Bring your coffee.

Can you draw?

I can, but I've always been bad with hands.

That's not what I hear.

We had a deal.

You betrayed me. Good morning.

You nearly got me killed, you son of a bitch.

You wanted to see us?

You said you would protect my cover.

Instead, I get blindsided

by Miles and Vaughn last night.

They accused me of ratting them out.

Now, do you have any idea of why that might happen?

You know, these are a couple

of very unstable characters.

I was that close to being dead.

And yet, here you are.

So, obviously, you talked your way out of it.

Yeah, that's right, by the skin of my teeth.

You gave us the, uh,

location of where we could find them.

What did you think was going to happen?

Well, I thought you'd be a little discreet.

Get a clue, will you?

They were bluffing.

And I knew, if it came up, you would handle it.

Look, I don't want to play your games, Bridges.

If I come across your guns, I'll give you a call.

Until then, you stay away from Miles and Vaughn.

You got that?

I bet that hurt.

You're getting a little sentimental

in your old age, Harve.

Gang members are people, too,

as much as I hate to admit it.

Well, our shooters are definitely using

the feds' weapons.

Speaking of feds.

Excuse me, gentlemen, what do you...

FBI.

You got it all photographed, everything?

Okay, let's go to work.

Whoa, whoa, wait a minute, Katz.

Stop right there. Hey, what...

hey, what is it about "stop" that you don't understand?

Don't touch those.

This is our crime scene.

All right, whoa, let's get something straight.

Federal jurisdiction supersedes local in all cases.

Except murder... Unless, of course,

it's federal, which this isn't.

Yeah, well, I don't think you want to make this

into a federal case, Inspector,

if you catch my drift.

You're not going to foul the waters

on our case anymore, if you catch my drift, Katz.

You want to rumble, Katz, we can rumble.

You're not worth the effort.

Did you read this letter from your chief?

I think the word, cooperation, is in here four times.

Katzo, I told you I'd call you if anything...

Bridges, if those guns aren't found,

it's my ass, not yours.

Oh, I'm very clear

that what we're dealing with here is your ass.

Look, I apologize

for any problems on my side, okay?

Now, how about you?

All right, fine.

We accept your apology.

Fine, good enough.

All right, tell me about these murder victims.

They're arms procurers

for the Junior Gs down in Chinatown.

Uh, the most violent street gang in the city.

But, of course, you know that.

It looks like Miles and Vaughn

have been working overtime to sell your weapons.

Nashman, you know what I'm thinking is,

maybe they'll sell them to us.

My thoughts bezactly. - Yeah.

Fine, okay. That's a good idea. We'll set up a buy.

I'll let you guys run it, I'll stay out of the way.

Only you have to keep me in the loop.

Okay.

Harve, you and Evan go in as the buyers.

Set it up for the Randolph Hotel. Whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait-wait a minute... the Randolph?

No, guys, come on, you're dealing

with the federal government here.

I can't requisition that.

We already have a hotel deal

with the Value Mart Mini-Suite hotel chain.

Oh, my God... That place by the airport?

It's an all mini-suite hotel. That'll make an impression.

Katzo, if we're going to save your ass here,

you're going to have to spread some of that

federal lubricant around.

I left the key with Mrs. Park

at the convenience store right across the street.

No, Nick will be out.

Poker night.

Me, too.

Okay, then.

I'll see you tonight.

Bye, Nash. Bye.

Mary Tad Bridges.

It's got a nice ring.

Speaking of rings,

I guess I ought to dust off the old tux, huh?

Best man is a lock, right?

Maybe I ought to get through the second date

before you start planning the wedding, huh?

I'm just glad I could facilitate

getting you two beautiful kids together.

You know, bubba, normally I'd be highly suspicious,

but, this time, you might have just

knocked one out of the park.

I'll start working on my toast.

Speaking of toast.

Hi there.

Nice bike.

You're like a bad penny, you know that?

She's mad... I can tell.

Look, what do you guys want?

What I've always wanted: the guns.

I need you to set up a buy with Miles and Vaughn.

Look, I told you, I don't want you guys...

Hey, look, Michelle,

there's already three people dead

that we know of, okay?

Now, these guys deal these guns to somebody

with the huevos to use them, that body count

is going to go a lot higher right now.

I'm going to suggest that you

look beyond whatever you stand to gain from this collar

and see the bigger picture.

So, what, I do all the work

and you guys take all the credit... is that it?

No.

We work together.

Katz takes all the credit,

because he can't live without it and we can.

You got it?

Now, here's what I need from you.

I need to know if you can set up a buy bust

and if they'll take the bait.

Yeah, sure.

After the grilling they gave me last night,

there's no way they think I ratted them out.

Good.

Set it up.

Hi there.

Hi.

Mmm... something smells good.

Just wait till you taste it.

I'm looking forward to that.

Mm-hmm. First dinner, then dessert.

Oh, you know, I've heard that sometimes

you can actually have a lot of fun

by just beginning with dessert.

Well, sometimes... you can fill up on dessert.

Oh, timing, eh?

Hmm.

Nash.

All right.

All right, set up the normal surveillance rig, all right?

And then bring Katz in on the loop,

and we'll all meet at the hotel around 9:00 A.M.

Good.

You're never really not working, are you?

Oh, I don't know.

Once in a while, I get two or three minutes

of uninterrupted sleep.

Hey, what's this?

Potpourri.

My mama's secret recipe.

It soaks up all the cooking smells.

Tomorrow morning, you won't even know I was here.

I doubt that.

I talked to my mom today.

She was real sad to hear

I wasn't moving back to Georgia,

but she was real happy to hear

I finally found a reason to stay.

Oh, I had no idea you were planning on moving back.

Oh, yeah.

Coming from the South and my family's so close,

I just feel kind of disconnected here.

Hmm.

Joe told you.

Uh, actually, no, he didn't.

Well, I was all set to go.

I had already turned in my two-week notice.

And, uh, let me guess.

That's when Joe suggested that we hook up.

Yeah.

Is that a problem?

No.

No, hell, no, not for me.

But...

Mary Tad, I like you a lot.

But I...

I haven't exactly been the poster boy

for stable relationships in my life.

I've got this tough job, I got two ex-wives,

I've got a daughter, I've got a father

with Alzheimer's or "Half-heimer's" or...

You've got a life.

You don't have to apologize for it.

Well... I just figured that in the interests of being fair,

that I should give you some idea of my story

before... we got ahead of ourselves here.

You're a real gentleman, Nash.

But let's not worry about tomorrow

until after tonight, okay?

Word, baby.

♪ Oh. ♪

What a beautiful morning.

I'm starved.

Anybody else for a caviar omelet?

No, thank you.

Order at your own peril, Leek.

I'm gonna get some ice.

When did Bridges say he'll be here?

He said he'll be here at 9:00,

he'll be here at 9:00.

I'll be back.

Geez.

So, bro, you clear on the price of the beef?

Oh, very.

No discount on the filets.

That's right,

but we might make an accommodation

on the, uh, rib eyes.

Oh, yeah, we'll, uh, we'll throw in some flank steaks

if we need to close the deal, but that's it.

Word to Agent Katz.

Why don't you get us a couple sodas

while you're down there?

Dude's a fed, man.

Once bit, we should have been twice shy.

You're good. She strapped?

Oh, yeah.

What are you, Michelle...

Fed, local, ATF, what?

Won't matter soon.

So, uh, how'd it go last night?

Oh, we need to talk about last night.

Yes, we do.

Uh, hey, good morning, sunshine.

Are we all set up?

Katz went down to get ice and he hasn't been seen since.

Other than that, we're good to go.

All right, he'll turn up, and we're close.

See you.

So did I tell you the latest about my car?

Bubba, are you changing the subject on me?

I thought last night was at the top of your agenda.

It seems that I can buy

the most comprehensive auto insurance in the world,

but, if I get hit by a hand grenade,

a nuclear warhead, or a rocket launcher,

you're not going to collect.

Now, about last night, sweetheart...

Did you see that?

That was Michelle and Katz with the two slackers.

Hang on.

Harve, this is Nash.

They got Katz.

Call for backup.

We're traveling east on Jones

headed toward Chinatown.

Bastards.

So where to?

Straight ahead.

We'll pick up the 101.

I can get us on a charter flight within the hour.

Excellent idea.

Look, I'm a trained mediator and negotiator.

I'm the key to getting you out of this.

You want me to toast you, huh?

We're a lot more valuable to you alive.

Ha. Says who?

Feds don't negotiate, so shut up.

What are you looking at?

Nothing. Come on, come on, faster.

Don't lollygag.

Look, I got traffic.

You want me to get pulled over for speeding?

Can I say something?

What is up with you, Chatty Kathy?

You don't understand English? Shut up!

How many situations have you seen like this that end well?

Now, I can make a deal for you.

Shut up!

Answer it.

Hi. Chan.

It's for you.

Who's this?

Hi there. Remember me?

Bridges.

Guess what, boys? The party's over.

Yeah, guess again, pal.

We got hostages here.

Uh, no, that would be a cop and an FBI agent

you got there, bubba.

That ain't hostages.

That's the death penalty

unless they get out of this alive.

So why don't you let Michelle pull that Jeep over

and I promise I won't pinch your wrists

when I put the cuffs on?

Where the hell are you?

I'm one step ahead of you.

You love doing that, don't you?

Hey, watch out!

All right, out of there!

Katzo, you got him? KATZ: Yeah, he doesn't weigh much.

Nice driving there.

Come on, get out of there.

Get up.

Come on.

Where are the weapons?

In a garage

on Tenth, in the Richmond.

Well, all right.

They're all yours, sister.

Thanks.

Bridges. Katz.

We need to talk, my friend.

So talk.

This is for you.

Hotel bill and room service charges.

Unfortunately, two-room suites and lobster Savannah

are not reimbursable by the FBI,

so I've instructed the hotel to bill you directly.

Que pendejo.

After we got your guns back for you?

No, I got my guns back.

With a little help from you, I admit.

And now that I have my guns back,

you guys don't have a whole hell of a lot of leverage, do you?

Well, that's not totally true.

Hey, look, press, and a lot of 'em.

I, uh, I know how much you, uh,

love publicity, and I'll even give you photo approval.

Personally,

I would pick this one right here,

'cause you look really snazzy in that one,

and she looks, well...

Are those real?

No way. Give me those.

Uh-uh-uh-uh.

Fine, fine.

I'll eat the hotel bill.

Good.

Now, give me the pictures.

Well, I probably would have

if you didn't try to stiff me with the hotel bill,

but we have one other little issue.

See my partner there?

His car got blown up by a grenade launcher.

Can you imagine?

Some fool let it out on the street.

Hmm, that's right. Come on,

you're not going to hold me responsible for that.

Uh, now, that is an asset seizure car there, right?

Yeah, so?

Joe. Hmm?

How'd you like to move up to a seven series?

Hey, nothing would make me happier.

No w... F-Forget it, guys.

It's not going to happen.

There's n-no...

Hi!

All right, fine.

Here.

Gi-Give me the pic...

Happy driving.

Thank you, Nashman. Oh, and listen.

Make sure that when you talk to them,

to take a little credit for yourself.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Katz from the FBI will see you now.

Go get 'em.

Nashman, you are the brown man's brother.

Let me say that, uh, in spite of what you've may heard,

this has been a joint FBI-SFPD operation... Oh, so you were working

together, is that right? ...involving a...

What a piece of work that Katz is.

Oh, God, piece of something,

and his car's got leather seats.

You want a beer?

Well, as long as it fits my hand.

Uh, Joe, we need to chat about Mary Tad.

Hello?

Hi there.

Well, look who's here.

Hi.

Hey, Mary Tad.

I guess that's my cue to leave.

Uh, what, are you beautiful kids going to have

a meal together or something?

Uh, no, actually, I'm the one that's leaving.

I got a plane to catch.

I just wanted to say good-bye.

Good-bye?

Where you going?

Home.

As in...?

Georgia, yeah.

Wait a minute, I thought that, um...

Joe, let her finish.

I wanted to thank you, Joe.

If you hadn't introduced me to Nash,

I might not have realized that,

well, I've got to go home.

Well, that's where I've got my family and my friends and,

well, the roots and the kind of commitments

I'm looking for in my life.

I understand.

I-I don't.

Oh, yeah, I think you do.

Well, thanks for everything.

So, if you're ever in Georgia...

If I ever am.

Good-bye, Nash.

Good-bye.

You be good to you.

You know what this is going to do to my life if she leaves?

I have a general idea.

You could stop her.

I could... but I'm not going to.