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This is Zebra-16-Delta.

We have a code 11!

Zebra-16-Delta, I repeat, we have a code 11!

Do you read me? Do you read me?

Uh-uh...

Oh, man... not again.

All right, you got my attention.

What's up? Nothing.

No, literally.

But based on the tread pattern in the skid marks,

we're definitely dealing with an armored car,

which makes four now that have vanished into thin air,

the guards with them.

Hmm. What does Robbery say?

Robbery's stumped, so they kick it over to us.

Maybe we should be looking for a guy

in a top hat and a cane, huh?

A magician.

Oh.

Uh, witnesses?

Yeah. One over here.

Uh-huh.

You don't want to get too close to him

with a lit cigarette.

Aha. Got it.

It was the hand of God!

That's what the visitors are, see?

They're agents of the Master Being.

You don't see the symbolism, but they took money,

as a warning against avarice and greed.

Did they happen to mention abstinence?

Well, you see, our friend Cecil here believes that

our armored car heist was actually an alien abduction.

Thought he said "hand of God."

Aliens are angels.

They come from the heavens in a form not of this earth.

Mm-hmm. Okay, um, you wait right there a second.

Can I, uh, talk to you?

Tell me that this isn't our only witness.

Well, he's-he's our only reliable witness.

Okay.

Cecil?

Huh?

Easy.

Now, Cecil, you say that you saw a UFO,

is that correct?

It's not like I never seen one before.

Ten years ago, they snatched my wife.

Bitchin'.

Um, Evan, could you take Cecil here down to the SIU?

Sure, sure, my pleasure.

Okay, and see if his story gets any clearer

once the crickets fall out of his brain.

Will do.

See ya, Cecil!

Well, well, well.

13-ton truck doesn't just vanish.

Hm, well, if it was a UFO, at least we know

they're here for our money and not our women.

Yeah? Tell that to Cecil.

The eyewitness dried out yet?

Yeah, but he's sticking to his story... you know,

lights in the sky, hand of God,

thunder and lightning, all that kind of stuff.

Sounds like Inger

when she catches me drinking out of the milk carton.

Harve, you got the current routes

on those armored transport companies?

Why, Nash, you read my floppy disk.

Yeah, well, it's damned convenient

that they've only hit the runs

with massive shipments of cash.

Yeah, you thinking inside job?

Of course. But how?

All the armored trucks were from four different companies.

Maybe all the drivers are buddies.

You know, bar talk, they decide to go to Mexico together...?

Mm, good point.

Evan, check out the backgrounds

on the missing drivers. Done.

Harve, please check those serial numbers again with the banks.

It would be really nice if we got a paper trail working here,

you know what I mean?

SIU, Dominguez.

Oh, hi, Artie.

Uh, no, man, we've already been over this.

I can't do it. I'm sorry.

Well, actually, I'm going out of town this week.

I'm gonna visit

my wife's, uh, aunt in, uh, Stockton.

I'll be gone all week.

No, no, no, next week, too.

How much?

You're talking per day?

No, I'm sorry, man, I can't do it. I-I'm...

Thanks for thinking of me.

Okay. Bye.

Joseph?

You aren't going out of town this weekend.

Yeah, I know.

I lied.

Yes, you did lie, Joe.

To whom?

No one.

Can't I have some privacy around here? Geez!

All right, it was a detective agency...

They want me to do a job.

And you turned 'em down?

Yes, I did.

Wait a minute.

This isn't some new hustle

to get me involved in this off-duty case, is it?

Oh, no, nothing like that... It's an impossible case.

I can't possibly solve it,

no matter how much money they throw at me.

Wow. Did you hear that?

What?

I believe that was the sound of Hell freezing over.

Nash? You said it there,

it comes out here.

Some of those bills turned up in a deposit

at San Francisco Bank from a store over on Larkin.

Take Evan.

All right, just out of curiosity,

what's so impossible about this off-duty case?

Nothing. Let it go.

Come on!

Okay... Leon Washington contacts the agency.

He wants to track down a girl, okay?

It's bogus.

Wait a minute, you turned down an assignment

from Leon Washington without consulting me?

I thought we were partners.

Oh, did I mention the other part of this case?

It cannot be solved.

He wants to track down a girl... how hard can it be?

Oh, you want to know? Okay.

It's the last play of the last game of last season, okay?

Leon breaks off tackle, 65 yards, scores the winning touchdown,

crosses the goal line, looks up into the stands

and locks eyes with the most beautiful girl in the world.

And he wants to find her.

The stadium holds 65,000 people!

This is one random girl.

All right, fine, I'm in.

What? I'm in. I'll do it.

Why would you want to do this?

Man, this kid is Leon Washington.

He's cool.

He's probably gonna be in the Hall of Fame.

I think it'd be a hoot to meet him.

N-Now you're just messing with me.

I want you to go over there and confirm this thing

before they give it to somebody else.

You're serious.

As scurvy.

Hey, Nick.

Hello, son.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I just came to pick something up.

What?

Huh?

What are you here to pick up?

You.

I thought so.

All right.

Why aren't you at the dentist?

They called and pushed my appointment back by 30 minutes.

You don't believe me, do you?

You think I'm lying, don't you?

Of course not!

I don't believe this!

First, you don't trust me to get to my appointment on time,

then you think I'm lying about it.

Uh, Nick, I believe you.

You want a lift?

It's a toothache, it's not a brain tumor!

And I can take a bus, thanks!

Come on, I'll drop you off.

You can take a bus home if you want.

Whatever.

Here, take a magazine. Aw...

Obviously, you've never been to my HMO.

It's right over there.

Section 13, Row B, Seat four.

You sure about that?

Oh, absolutely.

I was running off tackle, got a couple of blocks,

headed for the end zone.

Dove right around there, and I looked up...

There she was, like an angel,

the most beautiful girl in the world.

Then my teammates swarmed me.

When I looked up, she was gone.

Uh, can you give me a little better description?

Yeah, she was incandescent.

Uh, no, I was thinking of, you know, like tall,

short, uh, uh, uh, skinny, black, white, you know.

She had really amazing eyes and a pure spirit.

Look, do you think you can find her?

Absolutely. Impossible.

Great! I'll have my agent

cut you a check.

All right, man. Thanks a lot, man.

We'll see you, Leon. All right, see you later.

We'll call you as soon as we find anything.

What'd you do that for?

What? What'd I do what for? Take this case.

"Amazing eyes."

How you gonna find a girl on the basis of "amazing eyes"?

Hey, man, we know the date of the game,

we know the seat number.

Huh!

We're gonna find her.

Hell, this is gonna be easy.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

In a poker game.

Well, uh...

never draw to an inside straight.

Yeah, well, better luck next time.

Um, yeah, how do you spell that?

With, uh, two O's?

Okey-dokey.

Thank you very much.

Section 13, B-4, was part of a block

sold to Icarus Software at Mountain View,

so I called Personnel.

That particular ticket was given to the Employee of the Month,

Mr. Simon Reeves.

So, the most beautiful girl in the world is a guy?

I love San Francisco.

No, no, no... Simon lost it in a poker game to Honey Moore.

Honey runs a lingerie shop down on Market.

Case solved.

Uh, tell me once again

why you don't like to do off-duty cases.

I mean, you solved this one in less time than it takes me

to fill out my petty cash report.

I didn't say I wasn't good at them.

I just said I don't like them.

Well, boys, our alleged perpetrators.

These are the stills from the surveillance camera

at the store on Larkin.

What are they, rogue Chippendale dancers?

Mm, I'm thinking former military.

It was an electronics specialty shop.

The stuff they bought is going to make them hard to find...

Scanners, frequency jammers, spy stuff.

That explains why the armored cars lost radio contact.

Harvey, fax these around

to all military security in the Bay Area,

see if we can get a nibble.

Jawohl, Herr General.

Hey, Nash.

We got a Clayton Valley armored car that just lost contact.

It was last seen on Ninth near the Army Street terminal.

Harvey, call SFPD Dispatch.

Tell them I want a perimeter lockdown

on everything east of Third and south of Channel.

And tell those black-and-whites not to let anybody through.

Got it!

What we got, boys?

We got two SUVs,

four to six bad guys, the armored car

and two guards.

We've got them sealed off, both ends of the pier.

I'm assuming major firepower.

We traded rounds.

They're packing military ARs and AKs.

SWAT's on their way, but don't worry about it.

There's no way out of here.

Uh, I can think of one.

Boys, I'm thinking it's time to get small!

Son of a bitch!

Harve!

Alert all air traffic control in the area. I'm on it.

Thinking of taking up duck hunting?

Son of a bitch shot my car.

Evan...

fish that bastard out of the bay.

Huh! Looks like they were going to hook this up to the truck

and just haul it away.

They were.

So much for Cecil's flying saucers.

I got a question: Where the hell do you hide

a Sikorsky helicopter and four armored cars?

Well, anywhere between here and San Jose...

A field, a warehouse, an old hangar.

We need a bigger needle or a smaller haystack.

How about air traffic control?

Well, you can check it out, but I'm going to bet

they scrambled their transponder signal and jammed the TCA radar.

With, uh, Alameda and SFO and Oakland and San Jose airports

all on the Bay, it's easy to get lost in the activity.

We're gonna have better luck running them down on the ground.

What about the SUVs?

Both of those were bought for cash

four weeks ago in Livermore.

And our DB?

Name was Casey Gan, former Navy, enlisted.

Moved out of his current residence last month,

no forwarding address.

Has anybody got any good news?

Uh, it seems I do.

Gan's roommate was a guy named Lucas Hobbs.

Did you talk to him?

No, no, no. Not yet.

Uh, seems he was trying to pick up his building manager

and he gave her his brand-new phone number.

All right, run a reverse on the number.

Go talk to him.

Maybe he can enlighten us.

Hit pay dirt.

Excuse me, are you Honey Moore?

Right over here.

You're Honey?

Most of the time.

Want to take it from here?

Yeah, sure. Um...

Shopping for your wives or your girlfriends?

Well, no, neither.

Uh, I'm Nash Bridges.

This is my partner Joe.

Uh, we're private detectives.

Uh, we're here about a football ticket.

Yeah, apparently one

you-you won in a poker game about seven months ago.

Oh, well, you see, I sold that at 3-Com Park to a scalper.

Uh-huh.

About 300 scalpers work that area.

This should be fun.

Shut up.

Um, let me ask you something.

Was there anything specific about this particular scalper?

Yeah, actually, it was the way he spoke.

He was in his mid-20s,

white, and he talked like those young hip-hoppers

or whatever you call them.

Boz Bishop?

That's it. That's his name, Boz.

I remember because I'm a big Boz Scaggs fan.

Thank you very much, Honey. You've been terrific.

Thank you.

I can't believe how lucky you are.

Uh, it isn't luck if you can do it consistently.

Come along.

Lucas Hobbs?

Yeah.

SFPD, Lucas.

We'd like to ask you about your former roommate.

Well, that seems a little suspicious to me.

Yeah, to me, too. You ready?

Yeah. After you.

Time to play nice, Mr. Hobbs.

Uh, Harve...?

I found him.

Okay, come on, Lucas, let's not get stupid here.

I'm gonna make a suggestion:

Put the pin back in.

I'm going to make a suggestion, too.

Get out of my house before I evict all of us.

No, no, no. I'm going to count to one.

No, no, look... nobody needs to get dead here.

I live for my team. I die for my team.

Semper Fi!

SEAL Pride! One!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Lucas...

can I have that grenade, please?

Thank you.

Evan... the pin.

Can I get my jacket?

Oh, sure, yeah.

And grab your Lithium while you're at it.

That's how I was trained.

Don't let yourself be captured.

It was a reflex.

Mm, and a very noble one.

Oh, by the way, Semper Fi?

That's a Marines thing.

Look, I tried something; it didn't work.

Now I want to try something else.

Mm-hmm. And that would be...?

I'll tell you whatever you want to know

if I don't have to go to jail.

Let me get a handle on this.

You were willing to die for your cause before,

but now you're willing to deal.

I'm flexible.

It's one of my gifts.

Okay, I like that.

That's good.

All right, you tell us about your role

in this armored car heist

and we'll talk to the DA,

but, uh, I'm not going to make you any promises.

I'm the procurement guy.

I supply the operation.

I get them equipment,

food, weapons.

So, uh, what happened

to the armored car guards?

They're still alive.

Hostages, in case we need them.

Where?

I-I don't know.

How can you not know?

I don't know where the money is, either.

This is being run like any other SEAL operation...

Rules of engagement,

departmentalized command and control.

Every aspect's on a need-to-know basis.

Mm-hmm.

That way, if anybody in the unit gets caught,

mission integrity isn't compromised, right?

That's right, exactly.

Were you a SEAL?

Oh, I've rolled up on the beach and barked a few times.

What's the mission?

$50 million split seven ways.

So, when do you drop off the supplies

for your buddies?

Changes every day.

I don't know till I get called.

What else?

That's everything I know.

It's just a bunch of ex-SEALs doing what we're trained for.

Only now, it's for our benefit.

Uh-huh.

All right.

Harvey. Yeah.

What do you know about GPS?

Well Nash, it stands for Global Positioning System.

Well, thank you very much.

Uh-huh. And this is a military version.

It transmits as well as receives.

Mm-hmm. Can you track back to its location if it's sending?

With the right gear, yeah.

Get it. Okay.

You know, this is way beyond risky.

You haven't called in two days.

I left messages.

Is there something wrong?

No, no, no, no.

I've... Look, I've just been buried with work.

Please don't make excuses, because if this is just

about sex, then you know, I really never would have...

No, no, no, no. This... This...

This is absolutely not about sex.

Are you sure about that?

Yes.

I mean, you know that I think you're incredible.

Well, you have a weird way of showing it.

Look, I can't be casual about this,

so if that's what you have in mind,

then you need to be honest... now.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I got... I gotta go.

They're gonna be looking for me.

This is deadly.

We have to tell him.

Yeah.

Goodbye.

Evan. Yeah?

Find out where Hobbs and his roommate were stationed

and-and who they served with.

I'm going to bet there's a military link

between all these guys. Oh, and Evan...

Are you okay?

What do you mean?

You look a little pale.

No... no...

no, no, it's more like pallid.

I-I'm not pallid.

I'm-I'm fine, really.

Good. Get on it.

I'm on it.

It's unbelievable, you know?

Gentlemen, I'm afraid all we have are cold rations today.

The police have detained our supply man.

Apologies.

Bon appétit.

That's just great.

How's it going?

Nothing's popping.

Either too risky, too inconvenient,

or too light a load.

Take your time.

I'd rather be choosy than get caught.

Yo, slick, you owe me $50. Pay up. Pay up, Jack.

No free booty here. Pay up.

Homes, that wasn't no real bet!

Straight up, it was. Straight up, it was.

Yo, Nash Bridges, the man!

What it is!

Hey, bro.

Time for some 411, Boz, before I 911 your ass.

I'll kick it to home slice.

All right, now lookit...

I'm looking for a ticket that you scalped

for the Niners game, the last one of the season.

It was section 13, row B, seat four.

An older woman sold it to you.

Now, do you remember who you sold it to?

Chimes not ringing.

Let me give you a hint.

She was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Hmm. Maybe Chili Pepper sold it.

Come on, Boz, we gotta rock here.

Chili, Chili, get your ass over here, punk!

What's up, yo? You a cop?

Why don't you chill, bro.

He the man, all right?

You remember a ticket buyer for

the Niners-Broncos in December... uh, ultra fly.

It was a loose ticket, day of game sale.

Yeah, yeah, Blondie.

What?! Oh, man, that blonde ho?

Nah, nah, nah, with the rabbit fur?

Nah, no way, bro.

Told you, dead end, man.

Oh, snap!

I know who you're talking about.

Oh, she was the bomb!

All right.

Remember, Chili?

She had the hair like ping and that dress... mm!

Walking all classy-chassis and whatnot.

Yeah, yeah, the Vanessa Williams looking chick, but better, huh?

Yeah, mm! Why, she kill somebody?

Oh, no, man, it's an off-duty thing.

Oh, then you got to hook me up

with the dead presidents, baby.

All right, Joe, pay him.

Me?

Come on, you know how the expense reports work.

Come on, come on, come on, let's go.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, don't even show me

no members of the Jackson family, unless it be Janet.

Ah!

Give him a 50.

Yeah, Ulysses S. Grant, he helped free my people.

But was it too little, too late?

Do you know what I'm saying?

All right, give him a Ben.

And knock it off with the history lesson, all right?

All right.

Come on with it.

Silver Honda Accord, vanity plate,

"E.K. Loves Books."

What? You know, I was gonna look her up.

How do you spell that?

Oh, man.

E-K-L-V-B-K-S.

Don't even go there.

Boz.

Thanks a lot, Caltrans.

Yeah... cold!

Well, let's see.

Five hours and 20 minutes.

That's got to be some sort of a record.

Just ring the bell, Sherlock.

It's in the works.

Nash?

Beth.

Hi.

Hi.

Okay, slight complication.

Hi.

How was I supposed to know it was her?

When I knew her, she was Beth Wilson.

I can't believe you're going out to dinner with her.

She asked me.

What could I say?

Oh, gee, let me think.

Uh, how about, uh, "No, thank you."

Relax. It's one dinner.

And dinner is exactly how it started

between you two last time.

All right, all right, look.

I'll admit I was a little, uh, delighted to see her.

And I should've said something about Leon, but I didn't.

So there.

I'm gonna have one dinner with her,

and it's not gonna mess up our investigation.

Oh, with this girl, it will.

Hey, I remember this relationship.

Uh, Ghirardelli Square, St. Valentine's Day,

uh, the Pedicab ride to nowhere.

Want me to go into graphic detail?

We were young then.

It was two years ago!

One dinner, all right?

Just relax.

One dinner, which leads to one romantic relationship,

which ends Joe's off-duty career.

Thank you, Nostradamus.

One dinner.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Now, that's your price.

I hope you're talking Yen,

because if you're talking dollars, uh,

you're out of my range.

Hello? Hello?

He hung up.

Nick. Nick.

Hey, boys, how are you?

Question is, how are you?

Fine.

Soon as I find a new trainer for Mr. Woody.

Oh? What happened to the old one?

He and Mr. Woody had a falling out.

What does that mean?

Uh, Mr. Woody couldn't stand the smell of his cologne,

it got ugly... I didn't ask too many questions.

Oh, yeah?

Whose side of the story do you believe,

Mr. Woody's or the trainer?

Here, I got a question for you.

What did the dentist say?

I'll tell you how it went.

He poked, he prodded, and he ripped me off.

And he didn't make me feel any better.

Uh, yeah, but I didn't ask you how it went.

I asked you, "What did he say?"

Did he find anything wrong?

Does your jaw still hurt?

Only when you make me talk about it.

Constantly!

My God, I feel like a dog

being shuttled off to the, to the veterinarian here.

Stop harassing me!

Nick, I am not harassing you, I'm trying to help you.

Well, it sure doesn't seem that way.

Now, Nick, wait.

Oh, yeah.

Nick.

Hey, Leon, it's Joe.

Joe, tell me you got some good news.

Okay. We found her.

Oh! Great! Great!

When-When can I meet her?

How about tonight?

Uh, there's this restaurant called Shanghai 1930.

Uh, say around 8:30?

Oh, yeah, that's cool, that's cool.

I'll be there, yeah.

Oh, listen, Leon,

my partner and I thought it might be a good idea

if it was, like, a chance encounter, you know.

Uh, she might get scared if she thought

that you hired us, you know what I mean? You get it?

Oh, yeah, yeah, that's cool.

I got it, I got it, I got it.

I can't be running off

to the doctor every time that I have a hitch in my giddy up!

I'd spend the rest of my life in a waiting room.

So, uh, let me get this straight.

You'd rather just be in pain.

Is that the deal?

I'm not in pain.

Oh!

That does it.

Grab your coat.

What for?

I'm dropping you at Lynette's.

Why?

Because she's going to take you

to your 4:00 dentist appointment.

Maybe you need to see a memory doctor!

I just got back from the dentist.

No, no, I'm gonna take you

to a-a real dentist.

The head of the endodontics department at SFU!

Now, get your coat!

You already made the appointment?

Yes, I did.

Oh, I tell you, I'm a dog.

Well, Spot, get your coat.

Let's go!

I'm gonna get you for this.

Not before I get you.

Now, come on.

Welcome to the club.

It's a shame.

Yeah.

Whoa.

Where did these come from?

You tell me.

They're all for you.

Well?

Can you keep a secret?

No.

Hello! Here.

Hey, guys!

Uh, Nick! I was just gonna call you.

You want to go antique shopping?

Oh, good, then you can drop him off at SFU

on your way back,

around 4:00-ish.

Sure. What's up?

Nothing.

Oh, I'm sorry, I-I must have missed

that periodontal diploma on the wall.

He's getting a second opinion on his jaw pain thing,

whether he likes it or not.

This is what I put up with to get all his good qualities.

Oh, yeah, I understand.

Uh-huh.

None of you could get along without me, and you know it.

Deadly silence on that.

What the hell have we got going here, a flower shop?

Mm, I'll take a dozen for Inger.

You guys take credit cards? They're from a friend.

Anyone I know?

Don't put her on the spot.

Mind your own business.

Well, I just met him.

He's, um, exuberant.

Hmm.

Exuberant.

That's not the word I would use.

So, what's up with your love life, Nash?

Timely question.

Why don't you tell them.

Taking the Fifth on that.

Sorry I brought it up. See you later.

Gotta go back to work. Come on, let's go.

Uh, you, take it easy today, okay?

Ah...

Yeah.

Uh, Lynette, keep an eye on him.

He's got a fairly sizable ice cream jones working.

Bye-bye.

All right, give it up, Harve... what do you got?

Brother, you were on the money.

Lucas Hobbs and Casey Gan, they served under the same C.O.

at different times... Captain Jim Zimmer.

What do we know about him?

Well, he's highly respected, highly decorated.

But you know, at least four other ex-SEALs in the Bay Area

served with Gan and Hobbs during Desert Storm.

Mm.

Where's he live?

Over in Alameda.

All right, call Evan.

Have him detour on the way back and go by and talk to Zimmer.

Maybe he can tell us something about our suspects.

Aye, aye.

So what's the plan?

Sit around and wait for these guys to strike again?

I think their eyes are bigger than their brains.

Hobbs maybe.

I doubt if the rest of these guys are that dumb.

Oh, probably not.

We just need to dangle the right carrot.

So I'm thinking we set up the ideal dummy run.

It's a major haul.

Something in, uh, like, the 20 mil range.

Uh, bullion, bonds, uh, you know,

something big ticket like that.

Yeah, so that they pick our truck. Uh-huh.

Yeah, but let's not make it too obvious.

Yeah.

We'll cover the 20 million with false manifests

that we plant in the company's computers.

You know, something like, uh, food stamps or, uh, uh,

lowball payroll,

crap like that, you know?

And then we'll, uh,

let our Phi Beta Kappas discover the shipment for themselves.

Let's get it on.

Hi. Hi.

Thanks for the flowers.

You're welcome. Come in.

What are you doing here?

My dad saw the flowers.

Did you tell him?

Not yet.

When?

Next time I see him.

All right.

Look, um, I know how you've been with other women, and...

No, no, no, no.

Look, that-that was totally different, okay?

Yeah, but how do I know that?

Well, there's nothing I can say to convince you, right?

All I can do is prove it.

You know, once I tell him, we can't turn back.

I don't want to turn back.

The armored truck leaves the central counting house

with $20 million in securities at exactly 3:25.

We pick it up here at approximately 4:07.

It leaves the freeway here at Bayport.

Yeah.

Captain Zimmer? Yes.

Uh, I'm from SFPD, and I was wondering

if I could talk to you for a moment.

Sure. Come on in.

What can I do for you?

Well, we're looking for a couple of Navy SEALs

that served under your command.

Uh, these gentlemen, actually.

Well, officer, this is your lucky day.

Congratulations. You found them.

Find his vehicle, dump it,

then take him back to the pier for safekeeping.

Let's go for a ride.

Harve, we good to go?

Ready to roll.

SWAT? We've got six of 'em

in the armored car as we speak.

All right.

What?

Evan. They found his car running in a red zone.

He wasn't in it.

I sent some unis over to Zimmer's place.

It's been totally cleaned out.

Any thoughts?

Yeah, and they're all bad.

Damn it.

Let's go.

Are you able to get a signal yet?

They just started broadcasting.

Can you hear what they're saying?

They've digitally encrypted their signal.

Our decoy truck is moving,

northeast.

All right, let's get there.

This is Eagle.

Our spotter has them exiting at Fourth Street.

Two minutes to touchdown.

Roger that, Eagle.

Badger, this is Eagle.

Target now entering your vector.

Take him.

Roger that, Eagle.

You have three seconds before you're vaporized!

Get out!

This is SWAT One, we're standing by.

It's almost like we planned it, boys.

All right, Ritchie, let 'em do their thing.

Hold your horses there, bubba.

We're cool.

Get out! Come on, move!

Get inside. 1:00, let's go.

Come on. Come on!

Yeah. All right, let's roll.

Roll it. Let's roll out of here.

I'll watch the rear, make sure nobody's following.

I've got you covered all the way to the pier.

They're headed towards the waterfront.

The old piers.

Turn left onto Third Street,

and continuing south.

Exactly!

That looks like Pier 97, huh?

SWAT'S right outside.

Roll 'em now. Cool.

All right Ritchie, cavalry's right outside.

Roger that, Nash.

This is SWAT Two. We're staged and rolling in.

Nash, which one do we follow,

the armored car or this other radio signal?

Hmm.

We've got guys on the armored car.

Let's stay with the signal.

See who's running the op for these boys.

SWAT One and SWAT Two,

we're breaking off and following the transponder signal.

I'm locked in.

We'll start jamming their radio signal now.

Badger, this is Eagle.

You're looking good.

All right, let's keep it down in there, girls.

Hey, uh, we're almost on top of that radio beacon.

Beautiful.

Joe?

Uh, backup's right on their ass.

Hey, this might just work.

Open up. Open up.

Come on in! Come on!

Let's go. Keep rolling.

Come on in.

This is SWAT Two. We're pulling onto the pier now.

Roger Two. SWAT One is staged.

Badger, this is Eagle.

Bogeys approaching.

Come in. Come in!

I repeat, bogeys approaching!

Come in!

I think we're blocking your vision.

Hi, there.

Are you really that fast?

Why don't you slip into these?

Time to cash in. 20 million, boys.

Who's got the keys?

This is SWAT One. They're opening the door.

Three, two, one, now.

Move, move, move, move!

Get down!

Ritchie, your timing is impeccable.

Hey, sis, what's up?

This.

Uh, look, I'm late for dinner.

Save us some time and just tell me what it says.

Okay. It's from a woman who claims

to have been engaged to our father.

That's impossible.

She's got the wrong Nick Bridges.

Check the dates.

She claims to have met Nick in Pearl Harbor in 1943.

Well, that's when he was stationed there.

I know that. She knows that.

She also knows several intimate things about our father.

What does she want?

It doesn't say. But you want me to tell you what I think?

Hah... that's a rhetorical question, counselor.

Yes, it is.

I'll tell you what she wants:

She wants to tell Dad that he's got more children

than he or we thought.

Why else would she be contacting him after all these years?

Now, now, now, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Let's not lose our heads here.

There's gotta be a better explanation, other than that.

Why'd she write to you?

I was the fifth Bridges in San Francisco she tried.

Nick's not in the phone book.

Well, call her back and tell her

she got the right Nick Bridges.

Call her?!

Nash, this woman could be a lunatic, for all we know.

Yeah, or she could be the chairperson

for the Pearl Harbor Reunion Committee.

Either way, it's Nick's business and not ours.

You're a policeman.

At the very least, check her out first.

Let me read the letter first.

Fine, read it.

But you better not give that letter to Nick

until you've investigated her thoroughly.

Okay, I'll do it. All right.

Bye. Bye.

Oh, man.

Where am I going?

Oh, yeah.

I forget, um,

why was it exactly that we broke up?

Momentary lapse of sanity?

Clearly.

It can be the only possible explanation.

To second chances.

They only come along once.

Oh, man, she's only gotten more beautiful.

Yeah, well, she's the bomb, all right.

Uh, listen, why don't you come over here.

We don't want her to see you and spoil the surprise, okay?

So when do I get my chance to meet her?

Well, uh, I'll just, uh, give my partner the high sign,

and then he'll leave, you go over,

introduce yourself, and the rest is up to you, brother.

Okay.

Shanghai 1930.

Yes, I'd like to speak to one of your customers,

a Mr. Nash Bridges.

It's very important.

Just a moment, please.

And then I just didn't hear from you again.

Excuse me, Mr. Bridges.

You have a telephone call.

Uh...

Well, it can't be that important,

otherwise they'd have called me on my cell.

Could you just take a message?

As you wish, sir. Thank you.

Now... uh, there's a reason for that,

and, uh, I have it here somewhere.

Let me find that.

I'm sorry, sir,

Mr. Bridges does not wish to be disturbed right now.

May I take a message?

Tell him it's urgent.

And who would this be?

Uh, tell him the mayor wishes to speak to him.

I'm sorry I didn't stay in touch more.

No, it's better that it worked out this way.

When we were dating, my publishing company

kept sending me out on all these business trips.

I didn't know whether I was coming or going.

But now, um,

I really feel like I found my focus.

Really?

That's terrific.

Yeah.

I know what I want more than anything in this world.

You do?

Yes.

Babies.

Lots of babies.

A whole mini-van full of babies.

Well... that's, um...

that's quite a specific focus.

Here you are.

Thank you.

You're welcome. Enjoy.

But it's not your focus, is it?

Well...

Right.

I understand.

You know, it's not...

Excuse me, sir.

I'm very sorry to bother you again,

but it's His Honor, the Mayor, sir, on the phone.

Thank you.

I better take this one.

Excuse me.

Oh, excuse me.

Which way to the ladies' room?

Oh, right through there, ma'am.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Nash.

Uh, call you back.

Yeah. To the end zone and score, baby.

Yeah, all right.

Um... no one's there.

What?

No one's there. Where'd she go?

Yeah?

Uh, Mr. Mayor.

Where the hell are you?

Uh, uh, I can't tell right now.

I can't see a street sign.

You are so, dead, bubba.

Listen, slight complication.

Just stay right here.

Don't move; I'll be right back, okay?

No, don't slip out.

So, see you in the morning, okay?

Don't you hang up.

What? I can't hear you.

I got a bad cell or something.

Order up, 10-29.

Aha.

Gotcha.

Hi, there.

Hi.

You're Leon Washington.

Yeah, that's what they say.

What's your name?

Elizabeth.

How you doing, Elizabeth?

Good.

One dinner.

One night out with her... That's all I asked.

I was just looking out for you.

Oh, no, you were looking out for you.

Okay, if you're really that upset,

how come I'm still alive?

Well, because you might've just done me a favor.

Oh, she wants to have babies.

Yeah, and... How do you know that?

Bubba, that's why you broke up in the first place.

Oh, yeah, I just remembered that.

Check it out.

Wow, beautiful.

Better him than me.

Hey, this might've worked out good for everybody, man.

We made a lot of money on this case.

I'll buy you a bottle of wine.

What do you mean we, paleface?

What do you want, red or white?

What do you want, black or blue?

I got it... champagne!

Ah, I'm thinking.

I'm thinking.