(chamber clicks)
Easy, bubba.
You know what I think?
I think you're a cop, too.
What kind of paranoid pills have you been taking, Ferguson?
Come here.
Have you met Inspector Bettina.
From the San Francisco PD?
No, I haven't.
But obviously we don't hang out in the same spots.
FERGUSON: Okay, you don't know this cop?
Cut the rope.
Are you kidding me?
I thought this was a business deal. Do it.
All right.
Give me the machete.
Never mind the cops' reactions
when they find out one of their own
has been dropped seven stories
to the streets, splat.
Come on, give me the machete.
Then get yourself another partner.
(muffled grunt)
(muffled screams)
You don't even
have a sharp knife. (thuds)
Adios, bubba.
Wait a minute.
What?
Maybe I was being a little hasty.
Say you're sorry.
I'm sorry.
All right.
FERGUSON: P-7 processor chips,
they're worth 500 bucks apiece.
We'll be the judge of that, bubba.
Take me a minute to do the QC and the benchmark test.
(whirs, beeps)
Running the first sequence... now.
Let me ask you something, Fergy.
What?
You know in the supermarkets where they got those, uh,
checkout lanes, you know, with the signs that say
"ten items or less"?
Shouldn't that really be ten items or fewer?
Isn't that the proper grammar?
I don't know.
Huh?
I don't know.
(computer beeps)
Good to go. Beautiful.
Looks like we're happy campers.
Okay, show me the money.
There, that ought to get you free checking.
This is fake.
That's true, Fergy.
And you know why that is?
Because it's a real bitch to requisition
$5 million in city money.
You've got to go to the Federal Reserve,
you got to wait on them damn hard benches,
nobody's friendly.
The paperwork is a nightmare.
You wouldn't believe it.
And even if you get the money,
it'd take you three days to do
the photocopy on the serial numbers.
No, forget about it.
I mean, it's crazy.
See, the fact is you boys are under arrest.
So the best thing for you to do... is surrender.
(grunting)
Don't move!
(grunts)
I don't think so.
See you, bubba.
(cuffs tightening)
(grunting)
(muffled): Take it off! Take it off!
BRIDGES: Man...
you're not going to believe what that guy did.
Tell me something, Nash.
How'd you do that with the machete?
Oh, that? That was nothing.
That was just a little magic.
Oh, magic, really? That's very interesting.
Yeah, well, when I was a kid I used
to fool around with magic. Uh-huh.
You know, palming cards and pulling scarves, stuff like that.
So what I did was, see, this side is dull?
I just rotated it.
Good thing I wasn't rusty.
(rope whipping through air)
Oops.
You stupid... (men shouting)
Bettina, what is your problem?
"Problem"? Your methodology, that's the problem.
Oh, good, my "methodology."
Well, the next time I find a cop that's managed to get himself
suspended seven stories over San Francisco,
I'll keep that in mind. I'll hurry right up.
You got a knot there in your stomach.
I'm gonna kill you! Come here!
(men clamoring) Turn around!
♪ ♪
(woman vocalizing)
(vocalizing continues over sultry sax notes)
BRIDGES: So Ferguson pulled
the job for somebody else,
but he kept five million in stolen
computer chips for himself.
He tried to sell them to me last night.
Nash, bro, you know you can't make a $5 million buy bust
without letting me run it up the chain of command.
I only had $7,900, A.J.
What was I gonna do?
Okay, if anybody asks, I chewed you out.
Personally, I enjoyed it. (chuckles)
Don't tell Bettina I said that.
No way. All right, for the bad news.
The crew on the roof won't give up anything.
Ferguson, his bosses,
27 million in missing chips... nothing.
Somebody's got them scared.
Whoa, Jake. What's going on here?
You got Santa handcuffed.
'Tis the season, Nash.
Oh, man, is there no shame?
Here's that crappy wire that doubles
as a cell phone.
Hey, don't bother me; I'm having phone sex.
Back again, huh?
Hey, when's Harv gonna take off that black armband, man?
Jerry Garcia's been dead for months.
Maybe when he runs out of LSD.
Nash, your ex-wife on line four.
BETTINA: Oh, yeah? Which one?
Cute.
Excuse me, A.J.
All right, take Cortez here, make him
your full-time slave.
Beautiful. CORTEZ: Love that guy.
What a motivator. Uh, can I get you some coffee?
Maybe pick up your dry-cleaning?
Don't lose that sense of humor.
Yeah, hello. Oh, hi, Lise.
CORTEZ: I got it, man.
Yeah, great, I'd love to take her.
Tonight, sure.
All right. Bye.
Hey, Merlin, I heard about your
magical skills last night.
Show me a trick.
What have you been talking to my pal Bettina?
(chuckles)
So you use magic tricks
to solve any of your other cases?
Every day. Mm-hmm.
Now, I want you to think of a card.
Okay. Any card.
Uh, three of spades.
"Three of spades." You're sure?
Mm-hmm. All right.
Point at it.
Just pick one. Not that one.
No. Not that one.
Not that one.
Jack of hearts.
I hate it when I blow it like that. (laughter)
You blew it all right. It's terrible.
Is that like existential magic?
(laughter)
(handcuffs clink) Hey!
Nash! (laughter)
Far out! Nash, give me the key! Come on.
Nash! Nash, there's a P.I. here to see you.
Nash, let her out! What's his name?
(officers shouting) Joe Dominguez.
I don't have the key!
I lost it, I made it disappear.
Uh, he's from Pericles Systems.
You know, the company that lost the chips,
and he wants in. I need that by tomorrow.
I mean, excuse me, but where does this guy
get off thinking that we're going to give him free help?
He's my ex-partner.
I'll go get him.
Up one, Dan.
What's up with this?
You look like a giant grape.
It's part of the merlot collection.
You like it? (laughs)
Hey, bubba. Good to see you, man.
Semi-retirement stuff is no good.
You're way too happy.
Yeah, well, you know... How's the P.I. gig?
It keeps me out of Inger's hair and a few other places.
Thanks, Dan.
Hey, nice digs, homey.
Yeah, take a walk with me before the damn place falls in on us.
The bank was an earthquake demo.
City got the building for free,
stuck us and the tenderloin precinct in here
until the old city building is retrofitted.
Oh, good.
So, where are you going?
To see Kelly.
You're witnessing the last 15 minutes
of my married life.
Oh, yeah, that. Yeah, that.
(imitates explosion)
So Mr. Hotshot P.I.,
what you got on the stolen chips?
Well, the inside guy was easy enough to find.
I nailed him right away.
I also got him to give up one of the ringleaders.
Alex Rabb.
He's out of prison.
What? Yeah.
No, no, no.
The parole board was supposed to notify me when...
I know they were supposed to, but they didn't, okay?
And I can't find him. (sighing): Man...
You got any ideas?
BRIDGES: Okay, Evan,
Rabb's got a girlfriend.
Her name's Joy Powell.
Five years ago she lived at 9202 Geary.
If you can't find her, she's got a sister that also
lives here in the Razor, at the Delmont Hotel, room 264.
Joe, I'm late, I got to run.
Call me when you find her.
How does he remember all that?
Ah, he's got a pornographic memory.
(chuckles)
(playing mid-tempo jazz number)
Good evening, Nash.
How are you? Hey, Luiggi.
She's here.
A beer, Mr. Bridges?
Anything Mexican.
All right.
You're late.
You're later.
As usual.
Oh, fight mode?
Consider it a warm-up toss.
I could go either way.
I miss this place.
Yeah.
Me, too.
BARTENDER: Anything for you, ma'am?
Champagne.
Glass or bottle.
Both.
(chuckles)
It's kind of stark in black and white.
All you have to do is sign.
(giggles)
I've forgotten my pen.
Well, no rush.
(chuckles)
(band playing slow lounge tune)
Would you like to dance?
I was just going to ask you.
You bad, Lester.
Let's celebrate.
One last fling.
No.
What am I seeing here?
Self-discipline?
There's a first time for everything.
(chuckling): I guess.
Cassidy!
Cassidy, I'm home!
(sniffs)
(sighs)
GIRL: How did your dad get such a cool place?
Well, the whole building's earthquake condemned.
He had to sign a waiver.
If we get another big one, like 6.5,
this whole place is going down.
It is really cheap.
Yeah, my dad's still broke after his last divorce.
Oh, get this... you...
you know Kelly, my dad's second wife,
the one he's splitting up with right now? Right.
Her family is incredibly rich.
I mean, in fact, her father just gave them
this huge trust fund.
Now, that is really cool.
Yeah, until Kelly talked my dad
into putting it all into derivatives.
Is that why they split up?
No, you know, I think it was more of a sexual passion
versus career thing,
and she did not like him being a cop.
Water glasses.
Hi, Daddy. Hi, sweet...
Whoa, what's the deal with the dress?
So, Daddy, are you gonna come to my play?
Because, I think it's gonna be really good.
Of course I'm gonna come to your play.
I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Wait a... wait a minute, you didn't answer my question.
What... what's the deal on the dress?
Well, Tati and I want to go to this party.
Dad, please, it's at Maggie Hart's house.
It's supervised. Mom knows her.
We'll be home about 1:00.
(laughing): About one.
Very nice. 12:00?
11:00, and change the dress.
11:30.
Oh, Daddy, I love this song.
Thank you.
(chuckling)
What... wait.
What about dinner?
I love you, Daddy.
What a sucker I am.
So how'd you find Joy?
Just like you told me, Nash... through Lima.
Did you see this girl's rap sheet?
She's got four outstanding warrants,
she's got two on gun charges,
plus she, uh, skipped her parole.
Well, that's how we'll get her to roll on Rabb.
This is a nice ride, man.
I've never seen a car like this... what is it?
This is a 1970 Plymouth Barracuda.
The reason you've never seen one
is 'cause they only made 14 of them.
Now, listen.
When we get to Joy's, I want you to be careful.
This girl's a spitfire.
Pound for pound, I'd take her over anything
but maybe a bluefin tuna.
Yeah, nothing I can't handle.
(snickers)
Yeah, okay.
Nash, if you're afraid of this little girl, man,
I'll go in first.
Hey, guys.
Nah, I want you to wait right out here.
Oh, man, I want to be in on this bust.
Like my coach used to say, keep your head on a swivel.
What the hell does that mean?
Master key?
Disaster waiting to happen.
Police!
Yoo-hoo? Joy?
Joy?
Man, I sure hope she's dead.
Wait, wait.
Hi, Joy.
What's the matter, hon?
Taking a sick day.
(click)
Gun!
(grunting)
(screaming) BRIDGES: Two points for the takedown.
Go, Evan, go, Evan, go!
You got it. You got it, Evan!
Hang in there, bud.
(screaming)
Bubba, you're doing good.
(grunting, shouting)
Let go of me!
(handcuffs clicking)
Good job there, bubba.
WOMAN (over radio): All units, be advised, 212...
Yeah, shut up! You're a son of a bitch.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey, hey!
Hey, hey, knock it off.
I want to hear this.
Suspects are considered extremely dangerous.
Now then, what's it gonna be, Joy?
(sighs)
God, I hate being a snitch.
How do you feel about being in jail?
All right, who do you want?
Alex Rabb,
your buddy with the stolen chips.
I don't know where Alex is, all right?
We broke up.
You know, I think he's dating his sister.
How '90s. (giggles)
in a blue and white city taxi cab,
no plates visible.
(tires screeching) Dang, man.
We got him.
We're transporting a suspect, Nash.
We can't pursue.
The hell we can't.
Five-George-31, we got that taxi
southbound on Mason towards Geary.
Let's just take a peek at these crooks.
They'll make us, man.
In this car, I don't think so.
Still waiting, Joy.
I don't know where Alex is.
Then tell me who he's working for on the chip deal.
That's heavy, man.
Well, so is your situation, "man."
CORTEZ: Where the hell are the patrol units?
BRIDGES: Relax, bubba.
They'll be here.
Now, I don't recognize these boys.
JOY: Look, I can't go back to jail, all right?
You help me out, Joy,
and I'll get the D.A. to cut you a deal.
(revving engine) CORTEZ: They're tripping, man.
They're gonna bust the red.
Police... don't move! Hands up!
No, no!
(horn honking)
BRIDGES: You got the driver. (tires squealing)
I can't believe that.
Whoo-hoo!
(horns honking)
Whoa!
Hang on.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Yeah, go for it! Look out!
Get out of the way!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, look out!
Whoo-hoo!
(horn honking)
Get out of the way, we're a city vehicle, too! Look out!
JOY: Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
(tires squealing)
(tires screeching)
(grunting)
Ah!
You people, look out!
Get out of the way... move! (squealing)
(bystanders screaming)
(crowd murmuring)
(sirens wailing)
Don't you ever do anything like that ever again.
And you, this is your last chance
before I make an equipment change.
Give it up.
Okay, okay.
Alex's boss for the chip heist,
his name's Neil Wodjak.
You mook.
(classical music playing)
MAN: Mr. Ferguson.
Would you care for something to drink?
My houseman makes a pretty spectacular holiday eggnog.
You know...
it's all in the quality of the bourbon.
Mr. Wodjak, sir, Alex, sir,
I can explain everything about the chips, honest.
No, no, no, no... First, allow me to apologize
for these rather extravagant security measures.
While it may seem a bit excessive...
it's just like in any other line of work.
Whenever there's millions of dollars at stake,
and especially during Christmastime,
holiday season, shopping,
everybody's anxiety levels go up and up and up.
Yes, sir, absolutely, and I understand that.
I'm sorry.
I... I don't know what got into my head, sir.
I still have all the chips, honest to God I do.
Mr. Ferguson,
if you can answer three simple questions,
you get to live.
Yes, sir.
Where are the missing chips?
1505 Cornell Street, sir... That's my house.
Who's this cop that's after you?
Nash Bridges, sir.
Nash Bridges...
What's... what's the third question?
I only had two.
(mimics gunshot)
(whimpers)
We didn't wait an hour.
He's gonna get a cramp.
This was not my life plan.
I did not want to be divorced twice
and have a daughter that I hardly ever see.
I thought I wanted to be a family man.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, man,
this is not our ride.
Oh, man, don't start with me.
Hey, you're supposed to be an important guy around here.
(speaking Spanish) Don't go there, man.
A man of stature... this?
This was the only... (grunts)
available unmarked car.
Hey, wait a minute.
Hey, hey, isn't that Lieutenant Shimamura's
nice clean Crown Vic over there? Come on.
Don't you even think about it.
All right, so what happened with Kelly?
I mean, geez, last time I saw you,
you were in that transcendent sex phase.
Yeah, and an hour before that,
we were practically trading gunfire.
Get behind the wheel.
Oh, God, I told you,
take the promotions test, huh?
"No, Joe, I don't wanna be a sergeant.
"I don't wanna be a lieutenant.
"I wanna be an inspector,
it's so much fun!"
(laughing)
Come on, give it a try.
(engine sputtering)
So what does Kelly want, anyways?
She thinks it's simple.
I just join her world, quit my job, put on the suit,
work for Dad and make a lot of extra cash.
Hey, homeboy, you knew all this going in.
Yeah, well, I thought one of us would change.
Oh, yeah, that could happen.
Try it again.
(engine sputtering)
You know, in the meantime, what's up with Lisa?
We deal with each other over Cassidy, and that's about it.
Try it now.
(engine starts)
It's alive!
(laughing)
Hallelujah!
Hey, wait, wait, you're not still
in love with her, too, are you?
That was over a long time ago.
(hood slams)
But, you know, it's funny,
I have been dreaming a lot about her lately.
(laughing): Oh, man, are you in a hole. God.
Go ahead... laugh.
I'm glad my life in a shambles amuses you.
Your life is a cartoon series.
(laughing): Geez.
Man, all right, let's go see Mr. Neil Wodjak.
Let him meet the police up close and personal.
Do these guys ever eat at home?
Now, let's roar out of here at 15 miles an hour.
(engine stalls)
(whistling)
So, fearless leader, what's the play here?
Give Mr. Wodjak a little jolt.
(doorbell rings)
MAN: May I help you?
Inspectors Bridges and Dominguez to see Mr. Wodjak.
(French accent): Is this a police matter?
Uh, yeah.
We're here to check the tags on the pillows.
This is Mr. Wodjak.
Thanks, bub.
(woman laughing)
I know, because it interferes
with the taste of the food.
I'll... I'll be with you in a minute.
Take your time.
Can I help you gentlemen?
What the hell are you doing here?
Mr. Wodjak is one of my catering clients.
WODJAK: You two know each other?
LISA: Inspector Bridges is my ex-husband.
I'm always impressed
by what a small, cozy city San Francisco is.
Too cozy.
Yeah.
Lisa's wonderful.
She's helping me throw together
a last-minute Christmas party here.
Looking forward to her meeting all my friends.
Maybe you'd like to come.
(laughs)
I'm leaving, Neil.
I'll talk to you later.
WODJAK: Thanks for the help.
I thought you retired, Joe.
(laughs)
Why sit at home and watch Jerry Springer
when I can see this stuff live?
See you, Lisa.
Bye.
WODJAK: Oh, what's up, guys?
I got a meeting I got to head off to.
This won't take a minute.
You are aware of the, uh,
32 million in computer chips
that was stolen from Pericles Systems
and the two related murders?
Isn't everybody?
Well, you know, we got this informant
who's willing to testify
that you planned, organized and executed this theft.
That's a joke, right?
Doesn't it drive you crazy
to know that somebody
in your organization can't be trusted?
(sighs)
You're making a terrible mistake, Inspector.
You got that backwards.
We'll see.
Personally... I can't wait.
Good. Very subtle.
What the hell was Lisa doing in there?
That woman has the worst judgment in men
I've ever seen in my whole life.
Clearly.
What's his name?
No, no, no. No, his name.
Evan, see what you can do with this.
I can't even turn the damn thing on.
Who does this belong to?
Neil Wodjak.
How'd you get it?
Uh, he leant it to me.
Yeah.
BRIDGES: Joe, I'm headed home.
(beep)
(brakes squeak)
(door squeaks)
(gunfire)
(grunts)
(panting)
(gasps)
Nash?
Alex Rabb.
I hear you've been looking for me.
RABB: You borrowed something from us.
We want it back.
You know this student loan thing's getting out of hand.
(groans)
(grunts)
I don't play games, Inspector Bridges.
You will die right away, you know.
Tell me where Wodjak's diary is.
(grunts) Take this
piece of junk out to Point Reyes, shoot him.
Feed him to the sharks.
Get rid of the car, too.
(car engine sputtering)
(click)
(engine sputtering)
Ask him why it won't start.
Hey! Hey, man, what's
the problem with the car?
He flooded it.
(engine sputtering)
Yeah, I can smell gas.
Look, I didn't flood it, all right?
It's flooded. You're not supposed to pump the pedal.
It doesn't matter whether you pump the pedal or not.
(sputtering continues)
That's only if it's electronic ignition, you nitwit.
What do you say we shoot him right now?
Oh, okay, wait a minute.
Here.
I've got something here.
You just spray this stuff
in the carburetor... (groans)
(metal clanging, grunting)
Oh! Oh!
(groans)
(grunting)
LISA: My relationship with Neil Wodjak
is none of your business.
Oh. well, did Neil talk to you
about computer chips at all, or maybe...?
No, he did not.
Well, I mean, you might have overheard something.
That's possible. No!
Anything cryptic. Maybe you're wrong.
Well, let's just assume for a second that I'm right.
Let's just assume that this guy is a bad guy.
You know why you're such a good cop?
You are totally oblivious to everything else.
Lisa, do you want some overzealous D.A.
bringing you into this whole thing on a conspiracy...?
You are not responsible for my life, Nash!
Lisa! (glass clinking)
Ow.
Oh, come on. All right, all right.
All right, let me do this, let me do this.
Oh, that's right, you can fix anything... mechanical.
(sighs)
Cassidy told me about her grades.
It's great, isn't it?
Her play's tomorrow night.
Yeah, I know. I'll be there.
I'm glad you're saying that to me, not to her.
I will be there.
(sighs)
You know,
I remember a time when I used to make you laugh.
Now all
I do is piss you off. Why is that?
You want the whole laundry list?
Starting with "A" for anniversaries you missed,
or where your pager went off?
Or we can go to "B" for booze.
Or jump right to "W" for women.
(scoffs)
You know, you should take a good look at your own life
before you come over here passing judgment on mine.
(sighs) You can turn
the light on when I tell you. Oh!
(thudding) Oh, my God!
Oh, are you okay?
You did that on purpose.
(laughs) Probably.
(laughs)
What is it?
Your smell.
Has it been that long since we've been this close?
Don't.
What?
You know what. Just don't.
I've done a lot of things that...
I wish I hadn't done.
But I'm sorry.
(sighs)
And I regret all the pain that I've caused you.
I just want to make things better.
That's a start.
(chuckles)
Amazing.
It works.
BRIDGES: Here they come.
Turn on the camera.
Got it. Hello.
(trilling and beeping)
(mumbling)
Hey, where'd you get all that stuff?
The agency sent me to school for two weeks
to learn how to use all this crap.
(whirring) DOMINGUEZ: And it's running.
BRIDGES: Who the hell are those guys?
DOMINGUEZ: Wait a minute.
They're Chinese.
Bubba, you got a flair for the obvious like I've never seen.
(laughs)
Well, then, you use your phonographic memory,
and you tell me who those guys are, then, huh?
Could be Chinese,
but I don't recognize them.
(sighs)
DOMINGUEZ: Well, then, they ain't local.
BRIDGES: What do you bet
that suitcase is the down payment for the chips?
(computer trilling)
Hmm.
Hey, it works.
(both laughing) That's cool, man.
All that technology, man.
This thing is cool.
This is great.
Did you ever learn how to play "Whipping Post"
on the guitar yet?
(sighs) No, not yet.
What do you mean, man?
I thought that was one of your retirement goals.
Yeah, well, Inger said if she heard me sing that song
in the house one more time,
she was going to tie me to the whipping post.
(laughs)
I don't know what it is, man.
Chicks just don't get the Allman Brothers.
(chuckles)
(beep)
Ha, ha. All right.
He's ready.
Hello.
That's cool.
Ain't it, though?
Hey, hey, uh-oh.
You forgot your briefcase.
So let's run this
through DOJ and Interpol, see if we can get an I.D.
You got a fax machine in here?
Uh... wait a minute.
(quietly chuckles)
Uh... let's see what this does.
No way, man. (beep) Ah!
Yes, I do... as a matter of fact.
(laughing)
BRIDGES: All right, this guy is George Wong Wa.
He's out of Hong Kong.
He's an underboss in the Ha Ming Triad.
Ha Ming fronts for the mainland government
to get around trade restrictions.
My guess... P-7 chips are headed straight
for the Chinese military.
It's on you, Leek.
Find out where they're staying.
Posthaste, Lieutenant.
(rumbling)
BRIDGES: Oh, hell. Hold on.
(rumbling, debris clinking)
(alarm chirping)
LEEK: Oh, ho, ho, ho!
Shake, baby, shake!
(metallic clattering)
(alarm chirping continues)
MAN: Whoa!
Okay, back to work.
What, maybe a 3.5?
Is that official, boss?
Because I've got 3.4 in the pool.
What have you got, Evan, sir?
I got 5.7, sir, but that's not really fair,
'cause I'm from Chicago.
(laughter)
Cortez,
the diary, please?
Oh, uh, this...
this is what I got.
Uh, the rest was in a code
that I couldn't crack.
What's this scrambled number here? CORTEZ: Uh, nothing.
That's-That's The Far East, a Chinese restaurant.
HARVEY: Is that the joint
with the crispy noodles? A.J.: They all got
crispy noodles... will you get a life? Get out of here.
I'm going, I'm going.
Why is a Chinese restaurant in code?
(indistinct chatter)
(horn beeping)
(laughing): Yeah.
Oh, I remember this place.
This is the place you had your fifth bachelor party.
Hey, man, would you give it a rest?
(door bell tinkles)
(laughter)
Party of three?
Ten minute wait. BRIDGES: Oh, great.
Well, actually, we just want to ask...
(shouting)
Get down! Get down!
(grunting)
(glass breaking)
MAN: Get down! Get down!
(gasps)
Evan...
call for backup and EMS
for this guy that's down.
Joe, I'll push it.
I got the alley.
Get out of the way.
Police. Get out of the way!
Get out of the way. Police!
Police! Hey, get out of the way.
(cook speaking Chinese)
(woman screaming)
Hey, get out of the way. Police!
Police, get out of the way!
(cooks speaking Chinese)
(metal clanging)
(car horn honking)
♪ ♪
Joe?
(gunshots)
(groans)
BRIDGES: Evan!
Oh, God!
(moaning)
Don't you die on me, Joe.
Don't you die on me.
Give me your radio and stay after him,
through that window up there on the fire escape.
Five, George 31,
I got an officer down, five George 31,
I've got an officer...
Ah, the hell with it.
(horn honking) Hold it, stop!
(tires screeching)
Stop right there, get out
of the car. Get your ass out!
CURATOR (over PA): The San Francisco Museum
Of Modern Art will close in one hour.
Never lacking the grand entrance.
Like most things in life,
it all comes down to timing.
How's Joe?
Still in the hospital.
But he's gonna be fine.
Thank God.
You look great.
(chuckles) Thanks.
Well, I've got an art class to teach in a few minutes.
(sighs)
Well, this'll only take 30 seconds.
Signed, sealed and now delivered.
I never thought you'd do it.
(chuckles)
Neither did I.
I've never been a good finisher.
You don't get it, do you?
That's your definition.
Not mine.
I'll see you, Kelly.
Soon?
Probably.
What are we waiting for?
You know, why don't, why don't we just we just
go get Wodjak now?
Patience, bubba.
Sorry, I'm late.
The reason you stop at a drive-thru
is because they have the food all ready.
Am I right?
Did you find 'em?
Yeah.
All four Chinese.
The Huntington Hotel.
And my buddy there tells me, Nash,
they changed their plans.
They're checking out this evening.
Deal's going down tonight.
You have put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
Dash the fire out.
CASSIDY: Oh, I have suffered with those I saw suffer.
A brave vessel, who had
some noble creature on her, dashed,
all to pieces.
DIRECTOR: Very good.
All right, let's set up
for the next scene. (school bell rings)
Hello, angel.
Hi.
That was great.
That was really great.
Um...
You can't come, can you?
I wish I could.
That's okay.
That last scene sucked anyway, didn't it?
No.
Not even close.
You were great.
DIRECTOR: All right, everybody. Cassidy,
we need you down here.
I gotta go.
I love you, Daddy.
Bye. Bye-bye.
BRIDGES: Identical black Mercedes.
They're trading cars.
BRIDGES: One's got the money,
the other's got the chips.
There's my buddy, Rabb.
I'll call for backup.
No.
Not yet.
I'm want to make sure I'm right.
♪ ♪
Mr. Wodjak sends his regards.
Everything seems to be in order.
Very good.
WAITER: Warm it up for you, sir?
Did I miss the hot towels?
We meet again.
Do you gentlemen speak English?
Perfectly.
That's good.
Then there won't be any misunderstanding.
You see, my name is Nash Bridges,
and I'm a San Francisco Police inspector.
Now I don't give a damn about you boys,
or the Triad or any of that stuff.
But this guy here, Alex Rabb...
his ass is mine.
(cocking gun) That's enough.
Now, unfortunately for you gentlemen,
I am gonna take your cars, the money and the chips.
I said that's enough!
The smart thing is for you to stand up,
say, "Merry Christmas," walk your ass out of here.
And don't look back.
Stay where you are; I'll handle this.
Merry Christmas.
You think I won't shoot you in public, is that it?
No.
I don't think you'll shoot me
if you have to drag my corpse all over San Francisco.
(woman screams)
(grunting)
WOMAN: Stop it! Stop it!
(woman screaming)
(groaning)
(panting)
(sirens wailing) CORTEZ: Let's go.
Hustle it up.
Did you get all four?
Yes, sir. Youth and vigor.
Hold that thought, bubba.
What about Wodjak?
(Bridges chuckles)
Inspector Bridges, monsieur.
So, uh, Neil, you ever give this guy any time off?
I bet you think you're here to arrest me, don't you?
No.
I'm here to return your rent-a-cars.
Course, we took all the stuff out of them.
Oh, you're so clever, aren't you?
You got nothing at this point
a good lawyer couldn't destroy in two minutes.
Not necessary.
How do you figure that?
Well, the Chinese are gonna go home empty-handed.
No money.
No chips.
Who do you think they're gonna look for?
Of course their reputations
may be exaggerated.
Happy holidays.
Oh, sorry, I won't be able to make the party.
I surrender.
Ah, forget about it.
Nobody likes a long court case, bubba.
Come on.
WODJAK: Hang on.
You're free to go. Wait a minute.
Look, I want to cut a deal.
At least listen to what I have to offer.
Hey!
Could you wait?!
(soft rock playing)
♪ ♪