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Nash.

Bridges, thank God!

Bettina?

Yeah, listen, Bridges, you got, you got to help me.

My clock must be broken.

No way you're calling me at 4:43 in the morning.

I'm in trouble!

You bet your ass you are.

Hold on, Rick.

Bridges, no!

Rick, somebody's in my place. Hold on.

Bridges, wait. Wait a second.

Before I talk myself into justifiable homicide,

you have exactly one minute

to explain what the hell you're doing here.

I didn't know if I should call or come over.

You haven't explained yet, Rick.

Be best if I showed you.

So there I was at a Victoria's Secret catalogue shoot...

Garter belts, lingerie, stiletto heels,

and then the phone rang.

I didn't call you.

Of course you didn't. I gave you the wrong number.

What's up Nashman?

When I figure it out,

you'll be the second to know.

I didn't do this.

What didn't you do?!

I just didn't know who else to call.

All right, Rick, that's enough, that's it.

What is going on? Tell me right now!

Here.

She's dead.

I know. That's what I've been trying to tell you.

So... what happened?

I don't know.

I woke up, she was dead.

I think I'm gonna puke.

A dead girl in bed with Bettina?

Has to be a suicide.

Gentlemen, I gotta say I'm a little conflicted here.

Seeing Bettina go down in flames

isn't quite the thrill I thought it was gonna be.

Now, if he did it which dance should I do?

A jig? A waltz?

Do you really believe that Rick is capable

of bringing a girl home and killing her?

I can't get past the picking-up-a-girl part.

Okay, what have we got?

The M.E. put cause of death

as blunt force trauma to the head.

Any murder weapon?

Haven't got it yet.

Well, that's something.

What about signs of forced entry?

Nope. Only ones here are Bettina and the girl.

Doesn't look good for our buddy Rick.

No, he certainly does not look like

the sweepstakes winner in this one.

Birdsong, what're you doin' here?

Working.

Oh, no, Nash is working this case.

This is homicide, not SIU.

I called Nash.

And I called Homicide. It's a Homicide case, Rick.

How are you, Dexter?

Ask me after I've had a cup of coffee.

Tell me about it.

Hey, Joe.

Hey, Dex. So you landed at Homicide, huh?

Yeah, after Bettina fired me,

I was able to pull a transfer.

Hey, I didn't fire you. It was a downsizing thing.

No hard feelings, right?

We better get a formal statement.

Why don't we go grab a seat?

Why don't you grab some clothes?

What're we doing here?

We're going slow, that's what we're doing.

I'm not turning Rick over to Homicide

until I find out what the hell's going on here.

I'll make some coffee.

Good idea. Make it strong

Rick, sit there.

Okay, let's hear it.

Her name is Elizabeth, uh, Braley.

I met her last night at the Milky Way.

And before last night, you'd never seen her before,

you were perfect strangers?

Well, during the ecstasy of sexual congress,

it's hard to remain perfect strangers,

but, uh, yeah, for all intents and purposes, yeah.

O-Okay.

Uh, let's go back to the bar.

Exactly what happened?

I sit down next to her,

buy her a couple drinks, you know?

We're having a good time, so we go back to my place.

We have a few more drinks,

and then, you know,

well, things led to things.

Things led to things,

like kissing led to groping,

groping led to mattress time?

Or arguing led to a fight

that led to the girl ending up dead?

Well, I didn't kill her.

So it was an accident.

You two got all heated up, then she changed her mind,

put on the brakes... That pissed you off.

That's not what happened.

That is... I told you what happened.

Now, I went to sleep, I woke up,

she was dead... That is the truth.

It's the truth!

He says that's the truth.

Come on, Rick,

you didn't really fall asleep.

What're you saying? What're you saying?!

You saying I'm a suspect here?

Uh... hold on.

Could we, could we chat a second?

Sit tight.

Aren't you hitting this a little hard, Dex?

He admits being with her.

He cannot account for his time.

There's no sign of anyone else being there.

Looks like a slam dunk to me.

Nothing but net.

I don't know, man.

Doesn't this look awfully easy to you?

What do you mean?

He's a cop.

If he was guilty, he'd be smarter about looking innocent.

Nash...

if it looks like a dog, barks like a dog,

I have to call it a dog.

Don't leave town.

I'm his primary?

What did, what did he just tell you?

What did he say?

He said he was gonna do his job, Rick.

Aw, come on! He's not impartial.

The guy hates me! He wants to bury me.

Impartial? What do you think this looks like, Rick?

All right, all right, I know that it looks bad,

I know it looks bad,

but I'm telling you right now, I did not kill that girl.

I didn't do it!

Please, Nash, you gotta help me clear my name.

Oh, it's Homicide's case now.

Oh, no, no, no,

forget Homicide, you forget that chain-of-command crap.

You're the best cop I know.

If anybody can find the real killer, it's you.

Rick, I'm not, I can't...

Nash, please.

Nash...

you're my best friend.

Y-Your best friend?

Actually, my only friend.

Oh, well, Rick, look, really...

Nash, I know I'm an ass.

I know I'm overbearing.

And I know it... okay I'll admit for everyone!

Everyone can hear me that I only got this job out of nepotism!

Fine. There, I said it!

And I know what you think of me!

And even if you don't like me,

you know me, and that has got to be worth something.

Please, Nash, please.

Please help me. Please, do something.

Um, well...

I-I didn't understand that. You were mumbling.

Oh, yeah, sorry, I was... I was wondering

why God chose me for this penance.

Then you're gonna help me?

Okay, Rick, I'll, uh, I'll see what I can do.

Okay, okay.

Thanks. Thanks, man.

I appreciate. You don't even know.

Call me if you hear anything.

So we're gonna help him?

Um...

well, despite everything, I don't think he's guilty.

What did he say to you?

Trust me, you don't want to know.

Ever.

What do you got?

Oh, a mystery begins.

The victim's name was Amber Blake.

No, no, no, no.

Bettina said her name was Elizabeth, uh, Braley.

Contrary to his account, she wasn't a pickup.

She was a hooker of the high-class variety.

Maybe he had a coupon.

Two arrests.

Both times bail was posted by Vanessa Pierpoint.

All right, you take the victim, we'll take Vanessa.

Little early for her yet.

Huh. Maybe I can meet my wife for breakfast,

remind myself of what she looks like.

Right this way.

That sounds good.

Right there. We'll share it.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Hello, darling.

Sorry I'm late.

Joe?

Mm-hmm?

When was the last time you bought me chocolates?

Last time I bought you choc... uh, you said not to.

You said they made you fat.

I said they made you fat.

Same difference.

Why, would you like me

to buy you some chocolates, dear?

What...?

Oh, a credit card bill.

Uh... Oh, these chocolates.

Uh, they were a gift for an informant.

She gave us some real valuable information.

That's just a little thank you.

Nash kicked in half.

Good for Nash.

What's up?

What are these?

Wait, wait... credit card bills.

Wha-What?

"$7,000"?

What...?

Hey, these aren't...

We don't even have these credit cards.

Then why is your name on them?

I don't know.

Oh, my God. I've been cloned.

What?

Somebody stole my identity

and used 'em to apply for credit cards.

Why would they do that?

For money.

They go out and they buy these big ticket items

and they turn around and sell them for cash.

It's a big scam.

Big ticket items?

Yeah.

Like, um...

lingerie, chocolates, flowers,

expensive restaurants, hotel rooms?

No, no, hey... w-w-wait, wait.

I've often thought about what I would do if you cheated.

It's not enough.

Honey, nothing happened.

I'm being defrauded, that's all.

Who's been defrauded?

Ah...

She thinks that you're having an affair?!

That is what she said.

Well, uh... are you, bubba?

Please. Cheat on Inger?

I'd have a greater chance

of surviving a jump off the Golden Gate Bridge.

Huh.

Apparently, somebody has cloned my credit I.D.

Oh, yeah, that can happen.

Hey, it happens.

Hey, no, no, no. But do I get the guy

who buys ten airplane tickets and 40 appliances?

No, no, no... I get Mr. Romeo.

You're kidding me. He's not after the money?

Apparently not.

He's using my identity to become a chick magnet.

Wow.

I can't wait to meet this guy.

Oh, you're not gonna want to see this guy

after I get done with him.

If you'd like to give me your credit card number...?

Good afternoon, ladies.

Hi, Nash.

Hi. Hi, Flo. - Hi.

Hi, Carol.

Hey, Nash.

Vanessa. How are you?

I'm fine.

Yeah, it's been a while. Nice to see you.

What can I do for you?

Um...

Amber Blake is dead.

She's dead? What happened?

Well, that's what we're trying to find out.

Was she working last night?

Yeah.

I set it up for them to meet at the Milky Way around 10:00.

Who's the client?

Rick Bettina.

He lied.

He hired a hooker... that doesn't make him a murderer.

I can't believe you're standing up for him.

What can I tell you? I've got a weak spot for mutts.

Hey pal, there's no smoking in here... put that out.

Says who?

Says me.

What's the matter, you sensitive to smoke?

Why don't you light up

and then you'll find out how sensitive I can be.

Smart. Very smart.

Wow, tough guy.

I'm in no friend- making mood today.

You are?

At least I was.

So, you here looking for your dad?

No, I'm looking for you.

Really?

Yeah, I know it's extremely last minute,

but what're you doing tonight?

Are you free?

You mean, like, for a date?

Well, actually my friend Jenny,

she's on break from school.

She's setting me up with this guy

and I thought the four of us could go out together.

Okay, I see no problem with that.

Great. My place, 8:00?

Cool. Great.

See ya.

Hey, Daddy. Hey, Joe.

Hey Cass.

Bye, Daddy. Bye, Joe.

Was that my daughter?

Yeah. Sweet kid. You should get to know her.

Love to.

Bridges. I'm here. What's up?

Uh, hang right there, Rick.

Rick, you lied to us.

About what? We had a chat

with Vanessa Pierpoint.

She runs Amber Blake's social calendar.

And who's Amber Blake?

Amber Blake. Elizabeth.

The girl you were with was a hooker, Rick,

and Vanessa tells us that you bought her.

No way. No, that... No way.

I picked that girl up legit and I'm telling you something...

She was coming on to me.

Surprising how friendly girls will be for cash, huh?

Now, what is he doing here?

Party's over.

Recognize this, Rick?

Yeah, that's my police league bowling trophy.

Found it in a Dumpster near his house.

It has hair and scalp tissue from the victim.

Bettina's prints are all over it.

Well, of course my prints are all over it.

It's my bowling trophy.

Guess it is a dog.

You're under arrest, Rick.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney,

one will be afforded to you.

I got the guy in bed with the dead prostitute.

I got his bloody fingerprints on the murder weapon.

That's all a jury needs.

Did you ever consider that you found that trophy

in the Dumpster because somebody wanted you to?

When I was ten years old,

my father could track a deer in any kind of weather.

My father's father was famous for tracking horses over rock.

His father... was greatly feared by his enemies.

Gosh, I love that stuff. Where's the motive?

I'll get a motive.

And when I do...

he's gone.

Kind of like sending your kid off to summer camp, huh?

Yeah, except at camp,

your roommate doesn't shave his back.

Don't suppose that had anything to do with

unpaid parking tickets.

Well, it's "Hello, muddah. Hello, faddah. Hello warden."

What do you got?

I spoke to Amber Blake's roommate.

She said that Amber was from Las Vegas,

lived and worked there same time as Bettina.

Oh, that's great.

But you forgot the good news.

'Cause there isn't any, unless you're not a Bettina fan.

Yes?

Did Rick happen to mention

having any kind of appointment last night?

Said he got to the Milky Way about 8:00,

went back to his place about 11:00.

Not according to this.

He had a steady appointment every Wednesday night

for the last six months.

3731 Tenth Street. 9:00 p.m.

So you tell one lie,

you got to tell another; it just keeps on going, man.

Even Rick would have covered his tracks better than that.

Excuse me, are we talking about the same evidence here?

I'll let you know when I see some.

I'd seen him around the building once or twice.

Now we were alone in the laundry room.

I sort of pretended to ignore the fact that he was there,

but I could feel my pulse starting to quicken.

I took a deep breath and tried to act nonchalant...

just a minute?

Please have a seat and we'll have a break in just a minute.

I was at a washer.

He was at a dryer.

It was an accident that we touched,

but it caused something inside of me to explode.

I grabbed him, kissing, stroking.

I brought his hands up to my breasts.

We did it three times before my clothes hit the spin cycle.

Are you sure we're at the right address?

Hey, it's okay, Cathy

Fighting an addiction is never a one-time battle.

That's why we're all here.

Now, Ted brought crumb cakes, so let's take five, okay?

Good job.

Hi. Welcome. I'm Rachel.

Joe Dominguez, SFPD.

Uh, can we talk to you for a minute in private?

Sure.

Great. We could just move over this...

Sorry. Um...

Are you okay? Uh, you want to sit down?

No.

I'm sorry. I should explain.

Uh, I'm in recovery myself.

You are?

Yes.

We all are.

From what?

Sex.

The term is "sexual compulsive,"

and I'm on the wagon six months.

Oh...

Have you tried marriage?

That pretty much accomplishes the same thing.

Well, we were here wondering if you have a member of your group

named Rick Bettina?

I'm sorry, we don't disclose the names of members.

Yeah, I understand.

Uh, this is a very serious matter, Rachel.

Uh, we're investigating a murder.

Now, we'd like to know if Rick Bettina was here last night.

Yes.

Yes, he was.

Rick is here every week.

He suffers from a very high level of addiction.

Bettina?

Bettina is a sexaholic?

I don't know whether to feel sorry or proud.

I'm feeling nauseated.

What is that, like, lie number five or number six?

Well, would you admit it if you were a sexual compulsive?

Are you getting some kind of perverse kick

out of playing devil's advocate here?

Well, I'll tell you one thing...

The weirder this thing gets, the more curious I get.

Soon as we find pictures, I'm out of here.

Open number four.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hey, Rick. How's jail?

As advertised.

You're at the end of your rope, Rick.

Oh, I know. I'm hung, right?

You want to tell us

about your sexual addiction or anything else

you conveniently left out?

Because this could be our last meeting.

Okay.

Look, for some reason,

picking up women is something I'm good at.

I'm not proud of it.

These are Earth women we're talking about, right?

Believe me, I don't understand it, either.

Lately it's become

a real obsession with me, you know?

But this group, it's good, you know?

They say it's all about anxiety and self-esteem.

Rick, you know that sexual obsession is exactly

the kind of motive Birdsong is looking for.

I know. I know. How am I going to tell you this?

I couldn't tell you. What do you say?

Hey, Nash, guess what?

I have to have sex four or five times a day.

If I don't get it, I go crazy.

Sometimes I feel like I'm gonna go crazy even if I do get it.

Four or five times a day?

You wouldn't even believe the bars I've been to,

the kinky clubs, the swinging singles parties.

We're defining day as, like, a 24-hour period day?

I was afraid... if you knew the real me,

you'd like me even less than you already do.

Rick, from now on,

every word out of your mouth

better be the God's honest truth,

or we're out of here, you got it?

I-I understand. I got it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Okay.

The victim, Amber.

Did you know she was from Las Vegas?

God, no, Nash, I didn't.

I swear to God, I had no idea. I've never seen her before.

Not even as a cop.

She waitressed at the Tango Lagoon.

No... I mean, I know the Tango Lagoon; it's a casino.

I've been in there, but I've-I've never seen her.

I swear. I'm telling you the truth.

Now-Now Rick, listen to me.

Somebody is trying to frame you.

Probably somebody you know.

Probably from Las Vegas.

Now, what, besides you, ties Amber

to the Tango Lagoon and Vegas?

I don't know.

Think! All right. Okay, okay.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

You're on to something.

Well, hallelujah.

Griffin Trent.

Okay. Who's Griffin Trent? Joe, he's-he's a...

he's a big casino owner in Vegas.

He owns the Tango Lagoon.

All right...

Couple of years ago, while I was skip tracing.

His son, you know, he skipped bail on a felony hit and run.

I tracked him down.

Go on.

Well, Griffin Trent,

that son of a... He offers me 10,000 bucks to let the kid go!

I say no! I turn him in.

Well, the kid pulls a nickel.

I mean, he pulls a full five-year sentence.

Griffin Trent's behind this.

He-He-He wants some kind of revenge.

All right, all right. We'll check it out.

You look after yourself, all right?

Dominguez.

Hey Joe, it's Evan.

Listen, we got another hit on one of your credit cards

at a woman's clothing boutique at 5717 Union Street.

Okay. Thanks, Evan.

Uh, Nash, my evil twin just struck on Union Street.

Do you mind if I go? Go.

All right. Thanks a lot, man.

Bye-bye.

Hi, uh, SFPD.

Uh, you had a customer in here earlier making some charges,

name of Joe Dominguez.

Ring a bell?

Joe...

Oh, yes, awesome guy. Why?

Well, it turns out "awesome guy" is a crook.

You see, I'm the real Joe Dominguez.

You.

Yeah.

No.

Excuse me?

See, Joe Dominguez was handsome, suave,

warm, funny, incredibly sweet.

He's no crook.

Well, I got a news flash for you, honey.

I'm Joe Dominguez.

Now, I need to see a credit slip or phone number,

or address or anything like that he might've left.

Sorry.

All right, give me a description of the guy.

Can't remember.

No, no, you're gonna remember, honey,

and you're gonna remember right now,

you got me?

See, the real Joe Dominguez would never act like you.

By the way, I cannot believe...

I can't believe you're violating our agreement.

And which agreement might that be?

You made a solemn pledge

that if I helped you get your badge back,

you would remain celibate for a full month.

I cannot believe that you're marking the calendar,

I have been true to our agreement.

So, what's going on tonight?

It's a double-date, Harve, not an orgy.

Been nice knowing you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second here.

What are you talking about?

You and Cassidy, my friend. Dangerous alchemy.

Excuse me? Alchemy?

Please, Evan. It's plain as day where this is going.

Harve, you're wrong,

and I don't think you've ever been more wrong.

I doubt that I am.

I don't know, ma'am.

But I was told he was here.

Hi, Inger. Hello, Nash.

Where's Joe?

Uh, he's running down a lead on his credit card thief.

Good. Can we talk?

Um, sure.

Look, Nash, I want to know what is going on here.

You want the truth?

Yes.

You know the truth.

Joe could not be more faithful to you.

He couldn't be more in love with you.

And Lucia, forget about it... Don't even get me started.

I want to believe you, Nash.

If he was cheating on you, he'd be cheating on me,

and then I'd have to kick his ass.

Thank you.

He couldn't be more faithful to you, in every way.

Could someone point me to Joe Dominguez?

Uh, he's not in right now.

Uh, can I help you?

Just tell him Julio and I came by.

Julio.

That's what I'm naming the baby.

Inger!

Hi, honey.

What's up?

Perhaps you two should take a moment

to get your story straight.

Hm?

What's going on?

Run, don't walk.

Inger!

You better have a seat.

Our man, Griffin Trent, he owns the Tango Lagoon

in Vegas, the Casbah in Reno, and he's building two more

in Laughlin.

He currently resides in San Francisco

because he's trying to sell the legislature

on gambling in our fair state.

Is he clean?

Well, now, that's a "compared to whom?"

He's been or is being investigated on racketeering,

assault, union-busting...

But he's never been indicted or convicted.

What about the son?

Oh, he was killed in a prison altercation two weeks ago.

That's something.

And, brother, it's been a long drought.

Junior gets whacked after Bettina puts him in jail

and dad wants payback?

We work that until we can find something else.

I'll be in here, throwing up.

Yeah, it's a Dramamine kind of day.

You sweat a lot.

What?

You sweat a lot.

It's nice.

Leave me alone.

No, no, no, no, it's good to meet another one of us.

I saw that you are.

You sweat.

They...

they got gills.

They don't need to.

Oh, this is just a dream.

This isn't happening. It's a dream.

It's a dream, that's all.

It's just a dream.

Wake up, wake up.

Let's go, guys. Everybody out.

Come on. Watch it, watch it.

Keep your head down. Come on. Come on.

Let's go, man.

Watch your head.

Come on.

You're very dry.

Hey, don't get up in my face, homey.

I don't like dry.

You don't like dry.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey, come on.

Hey! Hey!

I ain't do nothin'!

Nash.

Nash, Bettina fugitized.

He fugitized?

Oh, man.

All right.

Meet me back at the SIU.

What do they say?

One step forward, two steps back?

This guy bolts and you all back him up... unbelievable.

I'm sure he thinks it's his only shot.

Look, nobody ever accused me

of being president of the Rick Bettina fan club,

but I can see Nash's point.

Suppose somebody did frame Bettina.

Who?

How 'bout Griffin Trent?

The Vegas guy? Yeah!

Bettina put Trent's kid behind bars.

Trent's kid gets murdered behind bars.

Trent had motive. Right.

The Trent I know...

doesn't pussyfoot around.

If he went after Bettina,

Bettina would be on a hook,

hanging from the door.

I think he's smarter than that.

How hard can it be, Dex?

Look, Trent hires a killer,

the killer hires a girl, the girl goes to the bar,

waits for Bettina to pick her up and he does.

They go back to his house, she doses him, he passes out.

She gets up, opens the door for the killer,

only she doesn't realize till too late

that she's the real victim, huh?

Why don't you include a...

alien abduction in there somewhere?

Hey, man, we're gonna jump all over this.

Do you want to get on it, or what do you want to do?

Sinking ship's not my style.

Okay, here's the mission.

We gotta find Bettina.

Think Bettina's gonna go after Trent?

That's our best bet.

Harve, get out there.

If Bettina shows glue him to something and call me.

Find me more on Trent.

The top dogs don't usually get their paws dirty,

so find out who his other mongrels are.

I want to know where they were last night.

This is my personal file, everything in the green.

Got it. On it with a vengeance.

What?!

My evil twin checked into the Pan Pacific...

In the Penthouse Suite.

Nobody told me about that.

Who took this message?

Take Evan and go.

I don't need Evan.

It's not you that I'm worried about.

Evan, take the file with you.

Come on, Evan.

I'm gonna introduce this wannabe to the real thing.

This the place?

Yep.

Whoa, whoa... what're you doing?

I was gonna knock.

We don't have to knock.

It's my suite, remember?

Oh, yeah.

Police.

Oh. Oh.

Okay, ladies, we're not here for you,

we're looking for Joe Dominguez.

Oh. Oh.

Is he in trouble?

You have no idea.

I'll go get him. No, no, no, that's okay.

I'll-I'll find him myself.

Put that out.

I'll say one thing, this guy...

Hey, I'm not in the mood, okay?

Sorry. Sorry.

Okay, now I'll try

to work the shoulder muscles a little bit.

Go on, get out of here.

Hey, man, who the hell are you?

No, no, no, no, the question is,

who are you? I'm Joe Dominguez.

You know what? That was the wrong answer.

Now, before you try that answer again,

I want you to look at my face, okay?

Look really deep into my eyes.

Now, you see the venom there? Huh?

You see the anger?

Now, you got to ask yourself,

who in this whole wide world would have so much

hostility for little old you, huh?

You Joe Dominguez?

That's right, tonto.

And you're busted!

So I scammed your credit cards.

You're only liable for 50 bucks.

No skin off your ass.

No skin off my ass.

Well, that's it, just...

How'd you like to get a massage on the back of your head

with my foot?

Listen here, Chuckles, okay?

Forget that you're committing a crime, okay?

Forget that you have zero morality, okay?

There's a principle involved here.

I'm me, and you're not, okay?

And I spent my whole life working to be Joe Dominguez,

you got it?

Yeah. Even if I am a classier you than you are.

Hey...

Fake Joe, you like to fly?

'Cause you're going.

No, no, no! You wanted a room with a view?

Well, you're gonna see the view all the way down!

- Joe! Joe!

Calm down, please calm down.

Think of the paperwork, Joe.

The paperwork, Joe.

You're lucky, pal.

I could've had my wife come up here.

Oh, geez.

So, how do you like it at Stanford? Oh, it's great.

Only problem is, I'm so focused on keeping my grade-point up

that I hardly have any social life.

Oh, I can't wait to get to Cal.

We're gonna be sharing an apartment.

Unless I move into the dorms... I haven't decided yet.

So, um, how do you two know each other?

Evan works with my dad.

Yeah, I'm a cop.

That is so cool.

Seriously, I think that is such an amazing job.

We watch Cops all the time at school.

Really.

Yeah, so you two have

known each other for a while, huh?

Yeah. We went on this ill-fated date in ninth grade.

What a disaster that was.

Awkward small talk over bad Chinese food at the mall.

I decided we were better off as friends.

Yeah, you decided.

First dates can be so...

Incredibly awkward.

You look great, by the way.

Thanks.

So do you.

Who's hungry?

Let's eat.

Now, I've had dates go south before,

but never quite that fast. Yeah, I know... I mean, Jeff and Jenny

have known each other for years,

and suddenly, tonight, they've realized they're soul mates.

Well, you never know where love's going to strike, right?

Listen, I gotta get going.

I had a good time, anyway. Yeah, me, too.

So, you want to go running tomorrow,

maybe Golden Gate Park?

Uh, sure, what...?

Wait a second.

What was that?

I don't know.

I gotta go.

So how are things going at the Casa de Dominguez?

I'm still in Inger's dog house.

Even though we caught the guy?

Hey, man, I showed her his mug shot,

I showed her his statement.

I-I did everything but give her a multimedia presentation.

So what's the problem?

I don't know. She's still pissed off at me.

I mean, she knows that I'm not having an affair.

That's the cool part.

It's just that I...

Uh, women.

Well, you know

that Inger saw all those credit card receipts

for all that romantic stuff, right?

Mm-hmm.

You know, maybe she's wishing

that the real Joe Dominguez was a little bit more

like the fake Joe Dominguez.

Since when did you turn into Ann Landers?

Joe, can I be honest with you for a second?

Well, I have a feeling

you're going to anyway, so shoot.

Okay, look.

Everybody knows how your life has changed

since Lucia came into the world, right?

Yeah. I mean, first there was the colic.

Then there was the nurse thing.

Then there was that whole school fiasco.

You know, and everybody knows now that,

that Lucia's even sleeping in your bed with you guys.

I mean, it couldn't get any worse than that.

Oh, yes, it...

You've never been married,

so you don't know what it's like to be married.

It changes all the time.

I do know one thing, my friend.

This is a golden opportunity.

Take advantage of it.

Check it out, gents.

Trent's file from Vegas PD.

Call Harvey.

You got it.

Birdsong.

That's right.

Mr. Trent.

No wonder you work out of your house.

Ev, that better be you, and you'd better have food.

Don't make me work for it.

We got no answer.

Let's rock.

Harvey?

Evan, call an ambulance.

You got it.

Joe, check that tape up there.

Harvey, you with us?

Oh, Nash.

What happened?

Well, I'm gonna guess somebody clocked you.

You don't happen to know who it was, do you?

Uh, no. You all right?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Nashman.

Bettina.

We better stop him before he kills somebody.

Oh, somebody better stop me before I kill him.

There'll be plenty of time for that. Joe?

Huh?

Birdsong.

I'm thinking it's time for the heavy metal, boys.

I'm coming. I'm com...

Oh, God.

I said get up, Trent.

Don't be an idiot, Bettina.

Don't dig yourself in deeper.

You're gonna come downtown,

and you're gonna tell them

that I did not kill that poor girl.

Or what, you're gonna kill me?

Yes, I am.

Look, I offered you ten grand

to let my kid go.

You turned him in for, what,

2,500 bucks.

I did the right thing.

You did the stupid thing.

Let's go.

Let's go!

Stand right there,

and hand me that gun, Rick.

Dexter. Thank God.

Trent's the guy who's framing me.

I know.

I'll take it from here.

Now give me your gun.

Dexter...

Give me your gun.

Okay!

Damn it, you told me

you had this thing wired,

it wouldn't come anywhere near me.

Now it's inside my house.

It went sideways.

Deal with it.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute!

Birdsong, are you telling me that you...

Right there. Birdsong used to gamble

at my casinos.

Not too well, I might add.

He accumulated quite a debt.

You son of a bitch.

You killed this poor girl.

Why? Why? Because I fired you?

Believe it or not, Rick, it wasn't about you.

It was about getting out from under.

You can't shoot him in here.

Can't?

I had to.

That's the way it went down.

Bettina shot you, I shot Bettina.

Case closed.

You had this thing planned all along, didn't you?

No, but when Bettina escaped,

I realized I might have an opportunity.

You don't have to do this, Birdsong.

We're even.

Until you need someone else dead?

Pick it up. Answer it.

Hello?

Yes, he is.

It's for you.

Careful.

Yeah.

Dexter, it's all over.

Where are you?

I'm a lot closer than you think.

I know about you and Trent.

So let's not take this someplace it doesn't have to go.

Where are you?

I have hostages.

Hey, Dex, look behind you.

Hi, there.

Right there, Dexter.

You know the drill.

Rick?

Want to do the honors?

Mr. Trent there.

Then you can take both these bozos downtown.

Gladly.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used

against you in a court of law.

Yeah, okay. Thanks a lot. Bye-bye.

Well, that was Dan Radkeys over in the D.A.'s office.

Birdsong is singing like the proverbial, uh...

Uh, songbird?

Exactly.

They got Trent on a couple of unsolveds in Vegas,

and they're thinking of cutting him a deal.

You know, I've been doing this gig a long time.

It's hard to surprise me.

This one surprised me.

Me, too, brother.

Hey, don't you have someplace to go?

Hmm? Oh, damn. Right.

Uh, listen, I'll be back in a couple of hours, okay?

Take your time. Do it right.

All right, cool. I'll see you tomorrow.

Inspector Leek.

Oh, it's lover boy.

How did it go?

Don't you dare think

of clamming up on me.

All right, you want me to tell you what happened?

Yes.

Okay, the four of us went back to Cassidy's for dinner, right?

Within 20 minutes, my date and Cassidy's date hit it off,

leaving Cassidy and I alone.

So we finished dinner, we talked, we laughed,

and we did the dishes, and then

she grabbed me, and then she kissed me,

long and hard, right on the mouth.

Any other questions?

You lie like a rug.

I need to talk to you.

Yeah, Rick, what's up?

I need to talk to you, but I-I don't...

I don't even have the words.

Well, you would've done the same thing for me,

wouldn't you, Rick?

Everybody would've done the same thing for you.

You're Nash Bridges.

You have a million friends.

No one ever puts it on the line for Rick Bettina.

You saved my life.

Well...

Okay.

Okay, Rick, I-I got it.

Point made.

Okay.

Ew! What was that all about?

The beginning of a new and very weird friendship.

Joe?

Joe?

If it isn't the most beautiful woman in the world.

This is for you.

Thank you.

I love you, honey.

I always have, and I always will.

Oh, Joe...

Evening, Nash.

Kevin, you are a beautiful person.

The usual?

Yeah, sure. Why not?