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‐(seagulls squawking) ‐(ship horn blows) (car engine revving)
(siren wailing)
Hey, you want to slow down a little bit?
They're not slowing down.
Well, I don't remember these bumps
hurting my ass so much.
Your ass is fine, Bubba.
All right, it says make a right on Kearny.
Yeah. Are you gonna let some app tell us
how to do a car chase?
These things are really pretty accurate, you know,
if you just give 'em a cha...!
(horns honking)
(people shouting indistinctly)
WOMAN (in distance): What's going on up there?
Don't say a word.
DISPATCHER: Car 717, what's your 20?
I don't like that face.
This face?
25 years working together,
that face only means one thing:
‐trouble and paperwork. ‐That's two things.
DISPATCHER: Car 717...
Oh, shut up!
This goddamn rich kid pedophile, Trevor Garrison,
we've been after him for six months.
All right, come on.
We gotta get this wannabe gangster.
You plan on outrunning both of Garrison's cars on foot?
They're in the same traffic we are.
‐Oh, come... ‐Come on, let's go.
(people shouting indistinctly)
MAN: Oh, my gosh!
What the hell's going on up there?
Gas truck took out a cable car. We're blocked all the way...
Oh!
Dropped a hubcap, homes.
(horn honking)
Why don't you sit this one out, Bubba.
He almost shot me. Where were you?
It wasn't even close.
(panicked shouting)
Go! Let's go!
Garrison!
(automatic gunfire)
Let's go.
(shouting continues)
Clear!
Get out of there. Get down!
Freeze. SFPD.
Joe! Joe, no. The gas truck!
(debris whooshing)
(siren wailing)
My Uncle Ernesto has a body shop.
He can buff that out.
♪ ♪
♪ I'm not afraid of you ♪
♪ Don't leave me out in the cold ♪
♪ I do believe I got a thing to prove. ♪
There they are.
(cheers and applause)
Come on, knock it off.
You degenerates will use any excuse to end up here.
We're the degenerates? Boss, it's all over the news.
‐Hey, first round's on me. ‐All right.
I heard the 'Cuda got pretty dinged up.
‐Four beers. ‐Oh, dinged up you say?
Well, the important thing is we kicked ass
and got the bad guy.
How bad is it?
We don't want to talk about it.
Well, you know, if you don't mind me asking,
what the hell, boss? We're a team.
Why didn't you bring us along for the takedown?
Well, we were on our way to pay a visit to Garrison.
I guess somebody tipped him.
He jackrabbited, and so we had no time.
You know, my guy downtown says
you're in line for a promotion. Big.
Ooh, are you gonna take us with you?
What, are you crazy? A man of my stature?
I can't be seen with lowlifes like you.
Yeah, well, speaking of, I forgot to tell you that
the commissioner's office called over to SIU.
They want to see you first thing in the morning.
Hmm, I wonder what that could be about.
What it's about is you two assholes are
buying us drinks the rest of the night.
You got a deal. B‐man.
Start a tab on me. A round for the whole joint.
(all cheering)
One round. One.
‐Yeah! ‐Shots, shots, shots, shots...
♪ ♪
PHILLY: Thank you.
Hey, guys, a toast.
When I came here from Philadelphia,
The City of Brotherly Love, happiest place on earth...
I thought that was Disneyland.
My point is, when I got here, I didn't expect to find,
uh, I don't know... family.
Oh, you're such a pussy.
But as long as we're making toasts,
to Brenna Montrose.
What happened to her, that's on Garrison.
And we got him.
‐We got him. ‐Got him.
(whispers): Inspector Bridges, Captain Harris wants to see you.
Suspended?
I'm sorry, Nash.
This couldn't wait till tomorrow?
You had to come down here...
This'll be on the news by tomorrow.
I came down here as a friend.
You were like a father to me when me and Cassidy
were going through Academy.
Lena, this is some serious BS.
You refused to communicate with dispatch,
and then you went out and you blew up two city blocks.
We got Trevor Garrison!
He's been trafficking in underage women.
One 16‐year‐old girl is dead. Come on!
And you backdated your affidavit for a search warrant.
Exigent circumstances.
You know I know where the line is
and when to stop.
Garrison is getting a walk.
And he'll probably sue the city, too.
All right, well...
I'll take care of this myself.
No, you leave it alone.
You lay low, you let me work on it.
You'll be reinstated in two weeks.
A month tops.
(car door closes)
(engine starts)
VALET 1: Hey, you know, they just found another body
up around Cow Palace?
That's six in the last three weeks, 11 total.
VALET 2: It's gotta be a serial killer.
But my podcast says
there's no connection between the killings.
Bodies found all over the city, killed in all kinds of mess...
Okay. Yeah, yeah.
Man, if I have to hear about your true crime podcast
one more time...
Hey, supercop. What do you think?
I'm not a cop anymore, Kenny.
I'm a private citizen, just like you.
I'll tell you one thing, I've seen a lot
of serial killers, but this‐‐ it's different.
MAN (in distance): Come on, come on, come on.
‐Oh! ‐Ha‐ha!
Hey, Kenny. Come here.
Pull my limo to the alley behind that bar.
There's another 50 in it for you if you get there in ten minutes.
Sure thing, Nash.
Today's gruesome discovery brings the death toll to 11,
in the seemingly unrelated murders
that have officials stumped.
In a press conference today, police captain Lena Harris
indicated that there are no suspects at this time.
But Captain Harris promised that SFPD will leave
no stone unturned in bringing down the killer
or killers, leaving terrified citizens to wonder,
"Is there a serial killer in our city?"
Hold on.
‐It's my time. ‐(others grumbling)
My time.
Any chance of me getting in? Feeling lucky tonight.
(grumbling quietly)
‐Just playing for fun, Inspector. ‐Ha.
I'm not a cop anymore.
Everybody's making that mistake tonight.
Whatever you are, get lost.
I used to be a cop, then I got stabbed in the back
‐by another cop. ‐(dice roll)
‐Oh, come on, man. ‐Figures.
Now I'm just a part‐time limo driver,
part‐time bail enforcement agent.
You know, bounty hunter.
Shame on you, Greg.
You bounced on a $50,000 bond.
(electricity crackling)
‐We good? ‐Yeah, yeah, we're good.
‐We good? ‐Good.
‐(Greg groaning) ‐Come on, Greg, let's go.
Don't piss yourself. Oh, and you pissed yourself.
Now you're gonna have to ride in the trunk.
Tell them we'll lower the B round valuation
to 80 million, but the offer's only good if‐‐
You're too close to the ledge, sweetie.
I'm looking for starfish.
There are no starfish.
(seagulls squawking)
(screaming)
What's wrong? What's wrong?
‐Look. ‐Oh, oh.
(girl screaming)
♪ ♪
(ship horn blows)
I'm fishing here, Lena.
You're bad luck. Go away.
You see my press conference?
No.
Wasn't pretty.
The city's on tilt with these murders.
I got vigilante groups on the streets,
crackpots calling in useless tips,
all for the reward on the Sunset Serial Killer.
Come on, Nash, I had to suspend you.
You were a big problem downtown. You pissed off a lot of people.
Cowboy cop days are over.
(scoffs) Well, they certainly are for me.
You look like hell, you know.
‐You've always been a charmer, you know that? ‐(chuckles)
Come on, I'll buy you a cup of coffee.
Yeah, sure. Why not?
You chased off all the damn fish.
I've known you 30 years.
‐I've never seen you catch a single fish. ‐(laughs)
Thank you.
What I have to say needs to stay between us.
Oh, you mean like that time that you got my daughter drunk
at the Academy, and then drove the TI's golf cart
into Metson Lake?
Okay, first of all, Cassidy got me drunk.
‐Uh‐huh. ‐Uh‐huh.
And that was a very long time ago.
Oh, see, I haven't told anybody.
All right, so what's the big secret?
Trevor Garrison is back in town.
He just got back from six months in the Ukraine.
Well, maybe I'll just have to pay him a little visit.
Well, this is also off the record.
But your suspension?
‐It wasn't entirely... ‐Oh, oh, the two‐week suspension
that happened a year ago?
‐That one? ‐Listen,
those people downtown who hated you, they're gone now.
I need you back.
Maybe I'm happy being off the force.
(chuckles) You're a cop, Nash.
That's all you'll ever be‐‐ same as me.
‐I get to go after Garrison? ‐No, I need you
on the Sunset murders;
you'll be back with the Special Investigations Unit.
With Steve Colton?
That bozo that stabbed me in the back
and is now sitting there in my job?
That's about the size of it, yeah.
How does Steven feel about this plan?
I haven't told him yet.
But he's gonna hate it.
♪ ♪
(chuckles)
Listen, I understand whatever feelings you're having.
I really do, and I want you to know that...
I acknowledge them. Okay? I think that's important.
But if we're going to have a meaningful dialogue here,
I think we gotta start from a place of respect.
I mean, don't you agree?
I'm handcuffed to the table, man.
Yeah, about that, I'm‐I'm not a big fan either, to be honest.
In fact, I don't like the word "accuse."
I feel like it gets us off on the wrong foot.
If I confess, will you shut up?
‐(lock buzzes) ‐Uh...
Uh, yeah. Yes, Dave, yeah, I will.
Just give me one second, okay?
Lena, hi. What, uh, what brings you down here?
Any chance I could ever get you to call me Captain Harris?
Ah, that title thing seems kind of antiquated, don't you think?
At SIU, we actually...
I'm not with SIU.
‐I know. ‐I oversee it.
‐Okay. ‐And I gave you a shot at running it.
‐And thank you. ‐You know,
I saw you interrogate that skell.
‐You mean Dave? ‐What are you guys,
going to get beers later?
No, I mean the criminal who's been
hitting electronic stores for weeks.
Allegedly.
Anyway, listen, that is not why I'm here.
I'm putting SIU
on the Sunset murders; I've pulled it from Homicide.
‐That's great. ‐And I am bringing in someone
from the outside to help.
Okay, who?
(clicks tongue, sighs)
Oh, no. No. No‐no‐no‐no. No, please. Please.
Anyone but Bridges.
I've put three different divisions
on these murders and we're nowhere.
I need SIU's technical abilities
and Bridges knows this city better than anyone.
Yeah, he's also a loose cannon who refuses to follow procedure.
I don't care about your issues with Bridges.
There's a killer out there and I need you both to nut up.
Nut up? (scoffs)
♪ ♪
Well, my boss said he needed me in Chicago, so here I am.
I'll be back tomorrow. I love you, too.
(door opens, closes)
(machine jingling)
First time?
So how do you want to start this?
I think we just...
Start.
(woman shouts)
(yells)
(crowd clamoring)
ANNOUNCER: Place your bets, place your bets.
Four‐to‐five odds on the handsome man.
Who wins? Four to five.
‐(cheering, shouting) ‐Prop bets.
Three to one on decapitation.
40 to one on both fighters dying.
Still taking bets. Who wants in?
(clamoring)
Okay, ma'am. I've got 700,000 on gorgeous woman.
Come on! Come on!
(both grunting)
‐(cheering) ‐ANNOUNCER: We need more action. Now getting
eight to five on gorgeous woman.
(cheering)
(both grunting)
(shouting)
You die, mother... (yells)
(cheering raucously)
Shit.
‐No good. ‐(others booing)
‐That's cheating! ‐What the hell?
(grunting)
(winces)
‐(booing) ‐ANNOUNCER: No more bets. No more bets
‐can be issued. ‐Oh, shit.
(woman gasps, grunts)
(panting)
(booing)
♪ ♪
(man grunts, gurgles)
(gasping weakly)
‐(crowd clamoring) ‐No, sir. No, sir, no refunds.
All bets are final. All bets are final!
(clamoring, cheering)
‐♪ I like taking my time ♪ ‐(chuckles) ♪ Take it nice and easy... ♪
You must be high. Nobody shoots at me here.
You know? I got businessmen throwing money
at me to buy weed.
Why would I come back to the SIU?
'Cause I'm asking.
That's good.
Did you work on that a lot? "'Cause I ask you."
I'm not going to do it without you, partner.
I wouldn't even pass the drug screen, man.
‐I'm high most of the time. ‐And so am I.
Thank you, Your Honor.
See you next week.
Why don't you let me worry about that.
O‐Okay.
Uh, is the mayor a weekly customer?
Sometimes twice a week.
They can't make me work with him, they really can't.
What is this really about?
He didn't follow procedures.
It was handed to me to investigate.
I‐I reported what I found.
Does that make me a rat?
‐Really? ‐Mm, doesn't not make you a rat.
‐Okay. ‐Let's talk about...
Okay, if you say my father again, I'm‐I'm gonna go.
I was gonna say "our father."
Why don't you find your own shrink
and stop bugging your sister?
I like bugging you.
(sighs) Bridges is in his 60s, just like our father.
Strong personality, just like Dad.
‐Confident, bordering on cocky. ‐Yeah.
Classically handsome.
What? That's not‐‐ When did I...
I googled him.
Listen, it sounds like this is going to happen,
so you can either whine about it or you can deal with it.
A Hellcat?
Órale, vato. This is nice.
Yeah, man, I had to step up my game
after you crushed the 'Cuda.
Yeah, and getting the bad guys.
You know, Joe, we got hung out to dry.
I don't feel like we deserve to go out that way.
Kind of feeling like we're getting a second chance to
go back in and see if we can make a difference.
What do you say, the dream team back together?
‐One last assignment? ‐Dream team?
(chuckles) Yeah, I got your dream team.
(engine revving)
Very nice. So when do I get to drive it?
Uh, let me think. Um...
Never.
What? I'll give you free weed.
Oh, we got a welcome committee.
‐Lena. ‐STEVEN: Bridges.
Steven.
Okay, this is an unusual situation.
Maybe we should go over some protocols.
Steven, you look exactly the same, except for maybe
you have a little more gray hair, right?
What? D‐Don't.
It's nice to see you, Joe.
Lena.
‐Nice to see you. ‐This is Joe Dominguez,
‐Nash's partner. ‐Ah. Inspector Dominguez.
I'm running SIU now, so if there's, uh...
(sniffs) any...
I'm sorry, are you high?
Well, right now?
Joe's with us on a consulting basis,
so he doesn't have to undergo drug testing.
‐Oh, but you do. ‐Oh, I'm happy to take the test.
In fact, I'll give you my sample right now.
Before this turns into a literal dick‐measuring moment,
there's something I need you to do.
Yeah, I know. See the department shrink.
Make sure I don't have any skulls in my basement.
Yeah, we moved them out to the backyard so...
‐(shushing) ‐Oh.
WOMAN: I'm sorry, ma'am. We don't investigate break‐ins anymore.
(tranquil music playing)
‐Have a blessed day, ma'am. ‐JOE: What is that music?
‐Sounds like my massage is ready. ‐Uh, Joe?
I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.
I don't think we're on Earth anymore.
‐Hey. ‐Huh?
One of my inspectors informed me
you parked in my space.
Wow, now that's some solid detective work.
Is it really anyone's space?
I mean, in a world with no titles,
doesn't the space belong to pretty much everyone?
‐Yeah. ‐What's going on over here, Steven?
This is our IT hub. Not only keeps us up to date
with current crimes, but allows us
to predict how and when future crimes may occur.
Ah, predictive policing‐‐ the new packaging for profiling.
You run this?
Oh, no. No, only one person at SIU
‐really understands it. ‐Hey, dickwad.
Keep your feet off my CPU.
Now, her I can work with.
I'm Nash Bridges.
Chloe Zane. We've met before.
My uncle used to work here. Nick Trevath.
No‐Neck Nick is your uncle?
Oh, yeah, you used to come here when you were a kid.
‐Yeah. ‐You always wanted to check out everyone's guns.
I still like guns.
(chuckles) Hey, let me ask you a question.
There used to be a coffee machine
right over here‐‐ where'd they move it?
Gone.
Steven brought in a cold press.
Now we have green tea, smoothies.
Colon health.
‐I'll be right back. ‐Yeah, yeah.
I got to get some real coffee.
So where's Ellie Tang and, uh, Philly Morton?
‐I don't see them. ‐Working on a case.
They're investigating a bank robbery.
(panting)
There's something off about that bank manager.
Yeah, yeah, you see, uh, his tan line?
‐Yeah. ‐Where he used to wear a watch.
Like he had to hock it recently.
Oh! Keep doing that.
He's wearing an expensive suit but...
it's falling apart and did you...
did you see that racing form in the trash can?
Degenerate gambler. Maybe he set up the robbery.
Yeah, I'll get a subpoena for his financials.
‐Oh! ‐Don't move! Oh!
(moaning)
(both panting)
(phone chimes)
♪ Couldn't change... ♪
Nash is back.
‐WOMAN: Coffee for Nash. ‐Christina.
WOMAN: Yeah, there you go.
Nicely done. Wow.
You gotta get the app.
Yeah, I guess so. You live around here?
You want to know where I live?
Oh, it's just casual conversation.
Just kind of running through my coffee material.
Oh, you have material.
‐Let me guess. Lawyer. ‐Let me guess. Cop.
Now, why would you think something like that?
Shoulder holster‐‐ you're either a cop
or you were there trying to rob the trucks,
and you don't seem like a robber to me.
‐You sure? ‐Yeah, I got a pretty good
intuition about these sort of things.
(laughs)
Well, this is me.
I had to bounce out for some real coffee.
Got some changes going on in my office.
This is me, too.
You're a cop, that's how you noticed the shoulder holster.
I'm a psychiatrist.
And this was going so well.
I contract with SFPD for psychiatric evaluations
on certain cases like yours.
Hmm. Joe.
Are you gonna introduce me to your friend?
Oh, yes.
Well, this is the SFPD shrink
who wants to get inside our heads.
‐Oh, dangerous place to be. ‐Uh‐huh.
Anything else I need to know about you, Doc?
No, I think that's it for now.
Oh, I've seen that look before.
‐What? ‐Don't make a run at the police shrink.
Joe, it's 2021. You don't "make a run" at women.
‐Well, you keep repeating that. ‐Okay.
Welcome back, bitches!
Ellie, that's not really an appropriate greeting.
I said it with a "Z" like bitchez.
Yeah, I heard the "Z." Come on.
You really back, boss?
‐For now, Philly. ‐STEVEN: Okay, everyone.
Yes, welcome back, Nash.
Uh, the Sunset murders. Chloe, can you?
First two bodies were found in the Sunset District,
but all the bodies found had been moved from somewhere else.
We're still looking for a common M. O.
outside the extreme violence with which
the victims were killed.
Now, I'm heading to the districts
that have been handling the investigation
to get their murder books. Don't take
any additional steps till I get back. Got it?
Oh, Dad, if I finish my homework, can I watch TV?
‐Please? ‐(laughs)
You don't technically work here. Remember that.
Ooh, okay.
You guys ever gonna get past
this Garrison beef?
‐What beef? ‐Putting that aside,
the fact that Trevor Garrison
is up and walking around is pretty screwed up.
‐(phone beeps) ‐I have a feeling the clock
is ticking on Mr. Garrison.
You guys, we got fresh bodies.
‐Huh? ‐Pier 45.
‐(sighs) ‐You come with me.
Comfy back there, Bubba?
Well, I'm used to riding shotgun.
‐You know? ‐It's called chivalry.
You're all right with that, aren't you?
If it gets me out of having to squeeze back there.
(laughs)
You don't mind my asking, but...
beyond him being a total lowlife,
what's your beef with Garrison?
How much do you know about him?
Party boy. Criminal wheeler‐dealer.
Drugs, weapons, whatever
‐he could make money on. ‐Yeah, that's right.
He also deals in influence, surrounds himself with
underage women, and deals them to important people for favors.
One of those women is a girl by the name of Brenna Montrose.
She ended up dead before I could take Garrison down.
Makes you wonder what rock a guy like that crawled out
‐from under. ‐A rich one.
Yeah, I know.
Marvin Garrison's his dad‐‐ Silicon Valley royalty.
How you doing? How's it going
being a trans woman on the force?
It was tough for a bit.
I'm not the first trans cop in San Francisco,
but folks knew who I was because of my uncle.
It took a while with people getting on board with me
being Nick's niece and not nephew.
(chuckles)
Yeah, I get that. Well, my money's on you.
(cameras clicking)
‐(quiet chatter) ‐(engine revving)
(Joe grunts)
‐You all right back there, Bubba? ‐Oh, that was really funny.
Really funny.
‐All right, what do we know? ‐First DOA‐‐
Alvin Cardoza, tourist, age 30.
Next‐‐ Jeff Delancey,
former MMA fighter, lived across the bay in Emeryville.
On probation for selling oxy.
He pissed somebody off.
That feels like collateral damage.
Somebody female. We found some hair
‐and a fingernail on the body. ‐Hmm.
Thanks, Pete.
Maybe a lover's quarrel?
I don't know, Joe.
Do you bring a ninja star to a lover's quarrel?
Hey, did it occur to you that‐‐ I don't know‐‐
call me when you got word of a new victim?
You know, it occurred to me. Then I moved on.
(scoffs softly)
I may have an opportunity to get you close to Garrison.
‐Yeah? ‐He's throwing himself a party later today
for a new start‐up.
A coder buddy got me on the list.
‐Oh, take me as your plus‐one. ‐No, no, no, no, no.
Absolutely not.
Your orders are to work this case
‐and this case alone. ‐You like to hover, don't you?
‐(whispers): Plus‐one. ‐You got it.
♪ Who trying, who trying to go, who gonna drop it down ♪ ♪ Like it's money on the floor, who trying ♪
♪ Who trying to bust it for the dollars? ♪
♪ Who trying to freak... ♪
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
(woman gasps)
You play too much.
(indistinct chatter)
Listen, Garrison's gonna spot me as soon as I get inside.
I doubt I'll be here very long.
So look around and see what you can find.
I know these type of parties.
There's going to be security but I'll poke around.
If you don't see me,
I'll pick you up two blocks down on Stockton.
(door opens)
Ooh. Shouldn't you buy the guy dinner first?
‐Long time no see, Joe. ‐Hmm.
Same lame jokes. Heard you were back.
Yeah, well, bad news travels fast.
Uh, what do you got on the Sunset District murders?
Oh, uh, no consistent cause of death.
Not much in common with the victims.
Couple were tough guys, hit man for the mob
and an up‐and‐coming boxer.
‐Uh‐huh. Who's he? ‐John Doe.
Too early to say, but I'm guessing victim number 12.
‐Mm. ‐Based on his tattoos, I'd say
he's from Eastern Europe. Cyrillic alphabet.
He was damn near cut in half.
And we're talking serious force.
Anything else?
Three victims have syringe marks.
Junkies?
No. Uh, victims with syringe marks had
elevated levels of adrenaline, like off the charts.
What does that mean?
Well, I know one thing‐‐ I won't figure it out
as long as I have you yapping at me all day.
Out.
Yeah. Well, it's been a slice.
Yow.
♪ Keeping me in the moment ♪
♪ I wish you kind of knew that ♪
♪ I want you satisfied... ♪
(laughter)
Hi.
(chatter, laughter continue)
♪ Keep me focused, you know me so well... ♪
Nash Bridges.
Why am I not surprised to see you here?
What can I say, Trev? I'm a sucker for a good party.
Yeah, I hear you're back on the force, huh?
Yeah, it turns out that the guy behind my suspension
liked running around with young girls.
Speaking of,
I look around here and there's a bunch of young girls.
Looks like it's almost their bedtime. (chuckles)
It's a party, Nash. I don't check IDs.
‐But congratulations. ‐Thank you.
Yeah, someone was leaning on this commissioner
to take me down.
Coincidentally,
right around the time of your arrest.
(music playing in distance)
(beeps)
NASH: Is your father here?
'Cause I would love to meet the guy
that revolutionized the Internet.
And then he moved on to something else.
It was something big, something mind‐blowing.
‐It was, uh... ‐I don't know.
You'll have to ask him.
Nanobots.
Nanobots, that's what it was.
These tiny, tiny, tiny little robots that get into your body
and your bloodstream and they find cancer cells and kill them.
I mean, that's incredible. So cool.
You must be so proud.
Well, he couldn't make it today, Nash.
At least you're here, right?
Let's cut the crap.
What I know‐‐ what everybody here knows‐‐
is you're a twisted freak. That's your business.
But when you start victimizing young women,
and one of them dies,
‐that's my business. ‐Look,
I was cleared of all charges. Okay?
Whatever brought you back here,
I'm gonna get you.
Sounds like a threat.
Good. Good.
(keys clacking)
(laughter)
WOMAN: I remember now.
‐MAN: Right? ‐WOMAN: Yeah.
(speaking indistinctly)
♪ We're gonna get it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... ♪
‐Good. ‐Trev, who's your friend?
This is Nash Bridges.
He's a cop. And he was just on his way...
I got this.
It's your party. Why don't you go enjoy yourself.
♪ Sunlight, I need you ♪
♪ All night, come on, dance with me ♪
♪ I'm levitating... ♪
Okay. You got my attention. So who are you?
Want me to take a stab at it?
You're another son of a billionaire who couldn't
live up to Daddy, so you decided to become a screwup, too.
‐Right? ‐Not even close.
You got a warrant?
‐I thought it was a party. ‐Private party.
Your accent.
American by way of Ukraine, right?
See Inspector Bridges out.
I can see myself out.
♪ All night, come on, dance with me ♪
♪ I'm levitating... ♪
Maybe I'll see you again.
♪ Moonlight, starlight ♪
♪ Sunlight, I need you... ♪
(lock rattling)
‐What are you doing in here? ‐I was looking for a bathroom.
There's a bathroom in the entry area.
Not gender neutral.
This is a private home.
All the bathrooms are gender neutral.
(scoffs) What a male thing to say.
Does that seem gender neutral?
♪ I'm levitating ♪
♪ Ooh, moonlight... ♪
You know what? I don't have to go anymore.
And I don't care for your attitude.
♪ Come on, dance with me. ♪
‐You're into his computer? ‐Yeah, I think so.
I also found a slip from a parking garage
with writing on the back underlined.
‐You stole that from Trevor? ‐It's not stealing if...
‐Okay, yeah, I stole it. ‐(laughs)
‐11 digits. ‐It could be a wiring number.
I also saw a bill of lading‐‐ could be a plane or a ship.
But I had to bail before I could find out.
What would he be bringing in?
Eastern European, huh?
Okay, Joe, let's keep this
between you and me for the moment.
All right, thanks.
Hey, I just got a call from Garrison's lawyer.
You went to that party after you were ordered not to.
Well, it seemed like more of a suggestion.
And you had Chloe hack into his computer?
You don't think a guy with a tech background
is gonna notice and shut down the back‐door program
‐she put in? ‐She was acting under my orders.
If you're gonna rat anybody out, it'd better be me.
Whoa, rat out? What are you, in an '80s cop movie?
You know, you could learn a thing or two
‐from '80s cop movies. ‐Okay.
No one is ratting out anyone.
I reminded Garrison's attorney of Rule 570(c)
of the Evidence Code and he decided to back off
on making any formal complaint.
‐Right. 570(c). ‐Right.
You know what the problem with dinosaurs like you is?
You think your way is the only way,
with the breaking rules and cracking skulls.
You accuse me of being a dirty cop one more time,
‐we're gonna have a problem. ‐Where have you been?
We already have a problem.
If I didn't know you better, Steven,
I'd say you were looking for a fight.
(chuckles) No, no. No, no, no. I‐I can't fight you.
Oh, department protocol?
‐Because I'd hurt you. ‐Oh, right.
‐Mm. ‐Man of my advanced years,
just wouldn't stand a chance against a young...
(people gasping)
I owed you that.
Whoa. You okay? You need medical assistance?
(exhales, grunting)
Oh, you wanna dance? I thought you wanted to fight.
This is capoeira, a Brazilian form of martial arts.
Oh, I know capoeira.
Yeah, but do you know Muay Thai?
(people gasping)
Oh, God.
My money is on Nash.
Stay down, you're embarrassing yourself.
(both panting)
Scuse me.
(people oohing)
PHILLY: Hey!
We got something on what Chloe found at the party.
Unless you two assholes want to keep fighting
like a bunch of kids.
Okay. (grunts)
‐Come on! ‐Now we're even.
We're really not.
So I ran that 11‐digit number.
It's not a wiring number
or an international phone number,
and it doesn't appear to be
any kind of discernible code.
You broke up a perfectly good fight
to tell me your supercomputer is stumped?
We ran the other side of the card that Chloe
‐found at the party. ‐Parking lot ticket?
Yeah, it was from Golden Gate Park,
so we scanned every camera in the park
for the three hours after the card was issued.
Some sick shit going on out there.
We've already met Mike Trumanik.
American‐born, grew up in Ukraine.
That's probably where he met Garrison‐‐ facilitator
in Kiev. He did about 18 months for gunrunning.
According to Interpol, he does business
with the highest bidder‐‐ the Taliban, Boko Haram.
Who's the other suit?
‐Commissioner Ron Peters. ‐Ron Peters,
who signed the papers that pushed Nash off the force?
Just got put in charge of the Port of San Francisco.
(computer beeping)
No. No. No.
‐No. ‐MAN: This happening to you?
WOMAN: Yeah, everything's gone black.
(electronic blipping)
We've been hacked.
All right, everybody, listen up. I need all your devices‐‐ cell phones, laptops, iPads.
That's work and personal.
Uhp, uhp, no, I don't want to hear it, you guys.
I don't care how you're gonna send
your TikToks or your Instagrams.
This is a matter of national security.
MAN: Any cell phones...
Nash, I thought I was clear that you were to
stay away from Garrison and focus on these murders.
Lena, don't you think
it's a little bit coincidental that
I see Garrison yesterday and we get hacked today?
‐No. ‐Come on, you gotta let me look
into the Garrison murder, 'cause I believe strongly
that his murder
and the Sunset killings are related.
You sure this Garrison thing isn't just you
with a hard‐on for the guy who got you thrown off the force?
Mm, not entirely.
Fine, but I'm going to need your help with the rest of SIU.
Most of them are trained in data mining,
and without that, they're a little out of their element.
Come on, Joe and I can take these TikTokers
and turn them into old‐school sleuths.
Okay, fine, but first: shrink.
‐Oh... ‐No, I don't wanna hear it.
Nash, you said you were gonna go.
Go.
Okay. Just tell me what's on your mind.
Um, hmm. I don't want to be here.
That's what's on my mind.
You're resisting. Let's talk.
I'm resisting 'cause I don't wanna be here.
The SIU has been hacked and...
I got people getting killed all over my city.
Why don't you sit down?
Okay.
What do I gotta do to get you to sign off on me?
Just be open and honest.
You knew who I was the other day at the coffee truck, didn't you?
I did.
Not very open and honest, Doc.
Fair enough, I apologize.
Well, why don't you just sign off on me now
and then we can finish this conversation over
a nice Vietnamese coffee or a drink.
(scoffs)
Uh, I meant finish the session.
Is there a rule against that?
A huge one.
You've had issues with boundaries
since the beginning of your career, haven't you?
Well, now you're starting to sound like Steven Colton.
You have a problem with Inspector Colton?
Well, considering we were just beating the crap
out of each other, I'm gonna have to say yes.
(sighs) I gotta go.
Okay, well, let's reschedule for...
Come on. Isn't this just like a rubber stamp
or are you just stringing this out because
‐you want to see me again? ‐(scoffs)
It's okay, you're only human.
That is the craziest thing you've said so far.
(laughs)
I'll call you.
(scoffs)
♪ ♪
Well, this is a first for me‐‐ doing cop work at a weed shop.
Yes, it is unorthodox, but until the FBI has fully
swept SIU for any bugs or surveillance devices,
Joe has kindly offered up his shop.
If we don't have a warrant,
how we able to go through all this stuff
from the Port of San Francisco?
And why are we going through documents
like goddamn Pilgrims?
Because we got hacked.
The way you guys spend all day in front of your devices,
numbing your brains, we're going to miss something.
Come on, get some paper cuts.
Says the guy who's stoned out of his mind.
To your question, under the Patriot Act,
we can do random searches
of airports, train stations, ports.
Oh, so as long as we're not specific,
we can look at every record.
If we're not focused on a particular person,
we're covered.
But we are focused on Garrison.
Are we though?
If I didn't know you better,
I'd think you were cutting corners, Steve‐O.
‐Ooh... ‐Okay.
‐Hey. ‐(chuckles)
♪ Good morning! ♪
♪ Yeah, Officer ♪
♪ No way, I ain't gonna let you take me down for this spliff ♪
♪ I'd rather just swallow this one ♪
♪ Yeah, I do, all right ♪
♪ Thank you for listening ♪
♪ You run up on me with a cool desire... ♪
(door bells jingle)
How's business?
Booming.
‐Where you been? ‐Shrink.
‐Oh, still crazy? ‐Apparently.
Ah...
Let's find out.
Remember that 11‐digit number that Chloe found?
It's a hull identification number
on a Ukrainian trawler docked at the Emery Cove Marina
two nights ago on an expedited high‐security basis.
Signed off on by our friend Commissioner Peters?
Yeah, and it's still there.
It's owned by a shell corporation which
is owned by another shell corporation.
But guess who owns that?
Now, if you tell me Trevor Garrison,
I may have to kiss you.
Would you settle for a search warrant instead?
(tires screech)
STEVEN: All right, I checked the manifest.
There are four people unaccounted for.
They're probably still on board.
‐Oh, of course. ‐Of course what?
Why are you pulling your guns?
Checking them to see if they're ready.
You know, I haven't pulled my gun in my entire time
on the force.
‐You're kidding me. ‐No, I'm not kidding.
Nash, I talk to people‐‐ you might wanna try it sometime.
I love talking to people,
as long as they're not throwing hot lead at me.
Okay, well, wait for me at least.
♪ ♪
(buoy bell clanging)
Psst.
Smart move, boys.
Okay, keep playing. Don't let me see you again.
(seagulls screeching)
Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa!
Okay! Whoa, whoa...
Freeze! SFPD. Put down the pipe.
Okay, okay, let's‐let's just take the temperature down here.
I'm‐I'm Steven. What's your name?
(Russian accent): Vladimir.
Okay.
Well, Vladimir, we have a search warrant.
We're investigating Trevor Garrison.
You do not care about my weed?
You have weed?
You know, marijuana is legal in California, Bubba.
‐It's a lot of weed. ‐Oh, really?
You know, I'm in the weed business myself. We should talk.
You're not making a weed deal.
I'm not gonna make a weed deal. Come on.
‐STEVEN: Okay, well, just... ‐I'm gonna go look around.
Yeah, I'm coming with you.
Okay, I'll stay here with the suspect.
We won't talk about weed. I promise.
All right, this has been slept in recently.
Okay, Goldilocks. It was probably Vladimir.
Uh, Vladdy doesn't have red hair.
Mm‐hmm.
So, how much trouble am I in?
Depends on how you answer our next couple questions.
Smuggling in undocumented immigrants
is a pretty serious crime.
80 years in the slammer, mandatory.
That's... true.
Tell us who you brought over other than the two guys we just
arrested and maybe you keep your freedom.
And your 50 pounds of Lithuanian sativa.
Came up in conversation.
There were two more men.
One big red hair, red beard;
the other bald, big bushy eyebrows like Stalin,
and big black circles under his eyes.
Like‐‐ how you say?‐‐ a zombie.
(chuckles) Sounds like a real handsome fellow.
Don't objectify people based on their appearance.
You are not getting politically correct
over a Ukrainian stowaway.
It's not politically correct.
It's just regular correct.
A person's appearance shouldn't be fodder for you...
But you don't have to correct me.
'Cause HR comes to me.
Everything okay with you two?
Shut up, Vladimir.
That's‐‐ I didn't‐‐ (sighs)
I‐I'm sorry, that's‐‐ I‐‐
You bring me to this and I don't... (sighs)
Look, what happened when you docked here?
Mr. Garrison called, said to send the men out.
That he'd call with more instructions about the trawler.
And did he?
‐Hmm. ‐You did good, Vladdy.
‐Good job. ‐I can go?
Oh, hell no.
You assaulted a cop.
But you said.
Yeah, I know. We lied.
It's going around.
Stand up, turn around.
We'll put in a good word for you, but, uh,
(quietly): call me later and we'll talk about...
‐You know? ‐Listen,
I guess you pulling your gun wasn't not a good idea.
I'm touched.
Now, was that so hard?
More than you can imagine.
‐Oh, you'll get used to it. ‐(scoffs): Okay.
‐Is it true? ‐As we speak,
Trevor Garrison is on his way into federal custody.
He'll be charged with three counts of illegal trafficking.
It's not for what he did to Brenna Montrose, but it'll do.
Chloe found some things on Garrison's computer,
a couple of satellite images.
One of the pinball museum down at Fisherman's Wharf
and also of the abandoned arms depot out at Treasure Island.
There were bodies found near both of those places.
‐NASH: Yeah. ‐So Trevor Garrison
was involved with the Sunset killings.
We got that son of a bitch on a no‐bail hold.
We figure a rich guy like Trev, if he spends a few hours
in federal lockup,
maybe it'll motivate him to talk.
In the meantime, we still gotta work the Sunset killings case.
We gotta go old‐school.
What that means is trusting yourselves, trusting each other.
But most of all, trusting your instincts.
It's about seeing what you want.
And going after it with a laser focus.
You know, good police work, it's not complicated.
It's about reacting to new information in the moment.
Christine is my sister.
(others clearing throats)
Now, that's definitely new information.
You going to be okay talking to Garrison?
‐Yeah, why wouldn't I be? ‐'Cause he ruined your life?
‐No, Steven, you ruined my life. ‐Okay.
‐Is she really your sister? ‐Yes.
‐Like biological? ‐Yes.
I mean, 'cause she doesn't look anything like you.
‐She has a different last name. ‐She's divorced.
‐Oh, that means she's single. ‐Not for you.
What...?
I just heard from the warden in federal lockup.
Don't tell me. Garrison lawyered up
and we're not invited.
He's dead.
What?
Garrison was alone five minutes after he was booked. When they came back in to check on him,
‐he'd hung himself. ‐I know Garrison.
There is no way he killed himself.
Joe's got some informants over in federal lockup.
Why don't you go with him, go over there
‐and see what you can find out. ‐I will.
I'm going to go have a slightly more difficult conversation.
Been expecting a visit like this for years.
Doesn't make it any easier.
Do you have any idea who killed my son?
(sighs) My partner talked to some people in lockup.
The killing was likely carried out by a Chinese street gang.
Oh, God.
‐Yeah. ‐Trevor.
They were paid for it, so...
If Trevor had any enemies, now would be a good time to...
He was running around with this group
that he had fallen in with...
when he was abroad and...
well, one of them came to me with a business idea
and I sent him away.
‐Mike Trumanik? ‐Yeah, exactly.
Sorry. It's a biotech deal that I'm looking at.
I'm sorry‐‐ NDAs.
The Defense Department insists on secrecy.
Sorry, I'm a... I'm a snoop. Force of habit.
Do you, uh, have any children, Inspector?
Yeah.
I have a daughter.
She used to be a cop. Now she's in the military.
Army intelligence.
I begged Trevor to find something of his own.
Growing up the son of the great Marvin Garrison.
I've been living in my own shadow for years.
I wrote code 30 years ago that changed the way
information is processed. But since then?
Ah. World has changed, Inspector Bridges.
Change with it, or you get left behind.
(sighs) Again, I'm sorry.
♪ ♪
‐(horns honking) ‐(bell clanging)
(indistinct chatter)
I tried to get to Commissioner Peters.
Oh, I'm betting he's out of the country.
Maldives. No extradition treaty.
Yeah, courtesy of a one‐way ticket.
Trevor Garrison.
What are you so happy about today?
Feel good today.
Why? Hitting the streets, just like the old days?
Nah. Because you're trying to sleep with his sister
‐and he knows it. ‐Okay,
no one's trying to sleep with anyone's sister.
NASH: Mm...
(chatter in foreign language)
We're looking for Teddy Ko.
‐Is he here? ‐(chatter stops)
(chatter resumes)
Well, that was impactful.
You got a warrant, Bridges?
Oh, hey there, Teddy.
‐It's just a social call. ‐It's a social club, isn't it?
You bring your son with you?
(laughs) Oh, God, no. No, no.
We just happen to work together.
‐I'm his boss. ‐Oh, yeah.
‐He's my boss. ‐I am.
Listen, Teddy, we got a little situation.
We have some questions.
See, this is what's wrong with the younger generation.
Always in a rush.
No respect for the old ways.
You're singing my song, Teddy.
But with all due respect, we are in a little bit of a rush.
There was a guy that got murdered down
‐in county lockup today. ‐I heard he killed himself.
That hasn't been released to the public.
How do you know that?
Your friend comes into my club, insults me?
Yeah, I'm sorry, Teddy.
Um, he's got an excuse‐‐ he's an asshole.
Excuse me?
But he's got a chance of outgrowing that.
You're a criminal. That's for life.
(grunting)
Next time you come, have a warrant.
That's a good idea.
That wasn't losing your cool?
I mean, I‐I appreciate you sticking up for me.
‐I really do, but... ‐I wasn't sticking up for you.
True, he called you an asshole.
STEVEN: Okay.
You look more confused than usual.
You want to tell me what's going on here?
(sighs) Teddy can't be seen giving us anything,
so Nash takes a shot at Teddy,
Teddy's guys take a couple shots at Nash.
Teddy maintains his cred. Now they can talk.
It's Chinatown, Jake.
What?
You okay?
Yeah, I was expecting the first one,
but the second one kind of caught me by surprise.
My employee said he decided to go freelance.
Again, young people.
(chuckles) Listen, we're hearing
the Jackson Street Boyz carried out
the hit on Trevor Garrison. What do you got?
I heard it had something to do with gambling.
‐Gambling? ‐Mm.
Any gambling in this town, you get a piece.
(sighs) Not with these kind of people.
They're bad for my business.
This is for a particular clientele.
Mm.
I heard something about them gathering tonight.
Tonight?
All right, I'm gonna need another favor.
I've done enough favors for you in one day.
Come on, who's counting? Besides, I might be able
to keep these people from moving in on you.
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
I don't like this, Nash.
Teddy says it's going down tonight,
and they damn sure aren't gonna let you or me in there.
So why don't we bust the place up, right?
Pick everybody up, get people to flip?
'Cause nobody's gonna flip.
Listen to me. Ellie is one of the best
undercover operatives we have.
If anybody can get on the inside,
and get us up the food chain, it's her.
(grunts)
God, this thong is riding up in every way imaginable.
Okay, so now look, we're going to be about a block away,
but you're going to be on your own.
They're going to search you, so you can't carry a weapon.
Not sure where I'd hide it in this thing anyhow.
All right, listen, this is courtesy of Teddy Ko.
That'll get you on the inside. And I've got you
something that's, uh,
it's the best I could come up with
in our new low‐tech reality.
If you get in trouble, hit the unlock button.
‐It'll send us a signal. ‐We'll be a block away.
We'll get there in a hurry.
Now, I'm gonna give you guys a minute, all right?
I'll meet you at the van.
Hey, asshole, we had a deal. We're partners,
we sleep together‐‐ no strings, no commitment.
I know our deal.
'Cause it looks like you're falling in love with me.
‐Stop. ‐(scoffs)
Okay, look, if anybody's falling in love with anybody...
I know I look hot in this dress, but I'm gonna need you to
hold your shit together, man.
You do look good in that dress.
All right, fine. Fine.
♪ ♪
PHILLY: I don't know about this, man.
Okay, she's in.
(cheering)
One‐to‐five odds on Hitman McDaniels,
‐a huge favorite. ‐MAN: Slice him up!
ANNOUNCER: Okay, I've got one million on "The Hitman."
Over/under on the match is four minutes.
(cheering, shouting)
‐Yeah! Get him! Get him! ‐(others clamoring)
ANNOUNCER: Half‐million parlay on The Hitman with the under.
No more action‐‐ we're not taking any more bets.
(men grunting)
(cheering)
Come on! Get him!
(men grunting)
(crowd cheering, whooping)
Hey. I need you to blow.
Excuse me?
My dice, for luck.
Oh. I'll tell you what: why don't you blow yourself
and see how that works out for you?
WOMAN: Come on!
(grunting)
ANNOUNCER: The Hitman has him on the ropes.
(cheering raucously)
If anyone had decapitation as a prop bet...
(yelling)
ANNOUNCER: And Hitman wins! He runs his record to 12‐0.
‐(panting) ‐(cheering in distance)
Hey.
What do you want?
We want you to come to a party.
I'll pass.
It wasn't an invitation. (grunts)
(all grunting)
Impressive.
Wait. (speaks foreign language)
(men grunting)
I apologize for my nephews.
Where did you learn Nanyuan fighting?
My grandfather.
Did you enjoy watching the fight inside?
‐It was okay. ‐What would make it better?
Me.
(laughs softly) He doesn't have a daughter.
What if I offered to pay you to fight?
I'd say hell yes.
Why?
'Cause I have nothing to lose.
♪ ♪
I'm just saying, we're already compromised.
Going to an outside guy feels risky.
Hey, we need someone off the grid
and this guy is way off the grid.
Oh, when we get in there, don't make any sudden moves.
‐Nash? Is that you? ‐Who else would I be?
Prove it.
Uh, o‐okay.
Uh, we were running down bad guys in the Fillmore
‐and you had Ethiopian food. ‐(chuckles) Nash!
(both laughing)
‐Hey. ‐Who's the stiff?
He's with me. Can we come in?
Yeah, come in, come in.
‐Come on. Come on, come on! ‐O‐Okay, okay, okay.
I realized 15 years ago that
every time you went online,
every time you bought something
or posted about how delicious your latte was that morning,
‐they were watching. ‐They?
Yeah, did you know data surpassed oil
as the world's most valuable commodity?
No, I wasn't aware.
That's why I went off‐line and stayed online,
so I can watch them watching us. Okay.
So what do you need?
You're sure no one can monitor you?
I'm not the one who got hacked.
‐(laughs) ‐Okay,
well, we need you to run down any unusual activity
of money being moved around town the last couple months.
There's been some illegal gambling going on.
‐You talked to Teddy Ko? ‐Yeah.
He gave us all he could give us, but he doesn't know the players.
Okay, let's give it a whirl.
Uh, Harvey, I just gotta ask, how long has it been
since you've been out of this apartment?
Six years, four months, nine days.
Okay, so when this is all over, we're gonna take a little walk.
‐Okay? ‐Eh, not likely.
Okay, here's something.
Wire transfers from cash.
Walked into Woodside National Savings.
Oh.
That's where the heavy hitters keep their money.
It may take longer to tell you where the money ended up.
I can tell you when the deposits were made.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Look at this.
All the cash deposits were made within
24 hours of the Sunset killings taking place.
Look at that. We're onto something.
Let's just keep digging.
‐Holy shit. ‐You better watch that mouth.
‐I found him! ‐Seriously?
Guy's face was on a wall‐sized screen.
I'm positive.
Sean McDaniels, huh?
Assault with a deadly weapon, attempted murder.
Seems like a real sweetheart.
Former MMA fighter.
Got kicked out of a league last year for positive PED tests.
Mm‐hmm. We should go...
(whispers): find him.
All right.
They're bringing McDaniels up now.
Hey, let me be the tough guy this time, okay?
‐You wanna be the tough guy? ‐Hey, man, you dragged my ass
into this stuff, so all I'm asking
is for you to just let me...
(yelling)
(yells)
(grunting)
(McDaniels breathing heavily)
(handcuffs clicking)
(door closes)
He's all yours, Bubba.
Who you two supposed to be?
Shut up, asshole.
We got you on video murdering somebody.
Man, I didn't murder anybody.
How'd you get so beat up?
Playing the violin.
You want to leave us alone for a minute?
Come on, man. You think I'm afraid of a beating?
I want you to pay very close attention to what I'm going to
tell you. The people you're trying to protect
don't give a damn about you.
We arrested a guy who was in here before you
on this very same case‐‐ Trevor Garrison.
He's dead. And he was rich.
What do you think they're gonna do to you?
(growls)
Oh, man.
It started a couple months ago.
I'm in a bar, guy comes up, offers me a fight off the books.
Said there'd be a bonus if I put the guy in the hospital.
Next fight, he upped the ante.
Said there'd be an extra 50 if I, you know...
Killed your opponent.
He said if I told anybody, he'd kill me.
And anyone I ever cared about. And that's all I know.
All right, I want a name and I want a number.
Right now. I'm tired of this.
(choking)
Sean?
‐Sean? ‐Hey.
Well, tough guy, you killed him.
You can tell Nash you didn't kill this guy.
Well, what was the cause of death?
Well, I thought it was sudden cardiac death.
The brain's electrical system causes the heart to shut down.
You thought it was cardiac arrest?
Well, the heart did shut down, but it had outside help.
What you're looking at is six nanometers‐‐
a millionth of a millimeter.
I got lucky and found it in McDaniels'
‐cerebral cortex. ‐How did it get there?
Injected into his bloodstream and made its way up.
What does this chip do?
(chuckles) Well, that's for you geniuses to figure out.
It was directed to the amygdala, which controls emotions.
I need to borrow this chip.
‐It's a murder weapon. ‐Look, we just need to bring...
Just bring in the SFPD Cyber Unit to look at it here.
We've been hacked. SIU is compromised
and we don't know how far it goes.
And if I let it out of here,
a first‐year public defender will get it thrown out of court.
Chain of custody. You want to show it to someone?
Get their ass in here.
(sighs)
I've got my first fight tonight.
(sighs)
(muffled chatter)
‐Coast is clear. ‐Come on. It's okay.
Come on, come on, you can... Harvey, you're doing fine.
‐Come on. ‐You're doing fine.
‐I can't feel my face. ‐Let's see, it's still there.
‐Ugly as ever. ‐(groans)
Come on. Here, come on. Come on.
Oh, shit, I didn't think they'd gotten this far.
What is it?
You get this in someone's head,
it controls impulses, especially aggression.
You said the adrenaline levels were off the charts in some
of the victims, and that some of the wounds
were the result of superhuman strength.
Never seen anything like it.
‐Oh, man. ‐What else, Harv?
The guy just dropped dead on you in interrogation?
Yeah.
This thing comes complete with a kill switch.
♪ ♪
PHILLY: How long has she gotta wait?
NASH: Relax, bro, this is what we do.
(tires screech)
Ah, come on.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What the hell?
‐Let's take him. ‐Relax, relax.
We got GPS. We can track her.
(tires squealing)
NASH: All right, stay on her.
Come on!
‐They're gone, we lost her. ‐NASH: Just stay on her.
She's headed south.
Come on, let's go!
Make this right and pull over.
We should be on her right here.
We're running out of time.
Shit!
‐They found the fob. ‐They're gonna kill her.
We‐we don't know that.
We've got to call it in, right?
‐Uh, put an APB out on the van. ‐We know they're monitoring
the police radio band; if they know we're looking for her,
‐they'll kill her. ‐We can't do this alone.
SFPD. I need to borrow your phone.
‐Hold on, hold on, hold on. ‐No, no, no.
‐Seriously, come on. ‐I don't care what you're looking at.
I'm... Whoa, dude. All right.
‐(phone ringing) ‐MAN (on TV): This was absolutely beautiful,
‐wasn't it? ‐WOMAN (on TV): So romantic.
(crying)
‐MAN: It, like, pretty much... ‐(grunts)
(sighs) Who is this?
‐NASH: Harvey. ‐Hey, Nash.
What's up?
Harvey, I need a favor.
No, no, it can't wait until after The Bachelor.
Look, look. I need you to tap into
the Caltrans traffic site‐‐
the bridge crossings and the traffic cams.
Hell, while you're at it, you may as well
tap into the NSA satellite.
Inside joke with a friend.
My men tell me there's a problem? I came here to fight. Now I gotta get some shot, too?
It's a mild stimulant.
Do I look like I need a stimulant?
(laughs softly)
Oh, something's funny?
That you think you have a choice.
I imagine you'd like your GPS back.
Who's following you, Detective?
You think I'm a cop?
I got a jealous boyfriend, wants to keep tabs on me.
You're suspicious enough to put a hood over my head.
I gotta look out for myself, too.
(speaks foreign language)
♪ ♪
We ready?
I'll update it now. Should be recalibrated.
Where are we going?
‐Hey! ‐Thought you came here to fight.
So you know, when I'm finished out there,
I'm coming back for you two.
♪ ♪
(air whooshing)
(grunts softly)
Oh, shit.
(man grunting)
(buzzer sounds)
(yells fiercely)
Harvey better be right.
Hey!
(grunting)
All right, we're in. Northeastern rear entrance.
Send the attack team.
‐(handcuffs clicking) ‐If you're going with me,
you better put a gun in your hand.
♪ ♪
(grunting)
(shouts)
SFPD! Put down your weapon!
(both grunting)
(shouting)
(sword clangs)
‐(grunting) ‐Ah!
(Ellie panting)
♪ ♪
(shouting)
(shrieking)
(growls)
Steven, I don't have him!
Steven,
I don't have him!
(guttural grunting)
SFPD! Put her down!
Steven, take the shot!
(grunts)
(panting)
Steven? You good?
‐Steven! Are you good? ‐Yeah, yes.
‐Where'd he get you? ‐He‐he didn't. He shot‐‐
He‐he injected me, he injected me.
All right, relax. Just relax. You're going to be all right.
You're gonna be good. Call a medevac.
Get a blood dialysis on her right away.
Trust me, right?
‐You're gonna be good. ‐STEVEN: Officer down!
408 requesting immediate medical assistance.
♪ ♪
Okay.
This is gonna hurt.
(groans)
SFPD! Hands up!
Get up, get down on the ground.
(echoes): Bridges.
(groaning)
Oh!
Ah... Wow, that really did hurt.
♪ ♪ ‐(indistinct chatter) ‐(Nash chuckles)
‐Hey, what's going on? ‐Back on line.
You're all like a bunch of crackheads.
‐Have you learned nothing? ‐Yeah, no technology sucks.
Joe, can you believe this?
Hey, look, I got Tinder matches.
Oh, my God.
This whole thing still blows my mind.
Your mind blows easily.
The Sunset killings are all either intended
or unintended victims of these murder games, right?
So how does gambling factor in?
Ah, it was a sick side thing for Garrison.
If it's his side thing, what's the main thing?
We're learning Trumanik was working with someone
to build the perfect soldier.
All this confirms what I've always known.
‐Rich people are sick. ‐Can't argue with that.
Come on, Romeo, let's go.
Hey, look. Oh, look. Hello.
Aren't you glad you came back for this one?
Yeah. I'll be glad to be going, too.
Come on, we just got the band back together.
Hey, for this one case.
Hey, a deal's a deal, right?
Besides, I'm seeing Victoria tonight.
Deal's a deal. Call you tomorrow.
‐Yes, indeed. ‐Nash, wait up.
I got something on who's been calling the shots.
There's a router that goes through five different servers,
pinged everywhere from Munich to Rio de Janeiro.
‐I don't have the address, but the neighborhood... ‐Pacific Heights.
I should be able to narrow it down
‐in a couple of hours. ‐You don't need to.
I know who it is.
I should have known, Trevor didn't
have the brains for a plan this sophisticated.
I still can't believe it.
I thought Trumanik was behind all this.
He was behind the super‐soldier thing.
But he couldn't pull off the technology.
We were looking at the wrong Garrison.
We needed to look at the father.
Well, we'd better be sure.
He's the one that hacked into our systems.
And those death matches?
‐They were a biotech play. ‐And everyone who died?
They were what?
Beta testing for Garrison. They were lab rats.
(engine revving)
‐(tires screech) ‐What's going on?
It looks like somebody beat us to the punch.
(indistinct chatter)
Inspector Bridges, it's good to see you again.
You know, Marvin,
you really got me with those crocodile tears.
It's over, Garrison.
I don't know.
Somehow it doesn't feel that way.
(chuckles) Oh, if you have anything else,
I suggest you refer it to your captain.
What the hell is going on, Lena?
This is Senior Agent Delmore Franks.
He's with the NSA.
On behalf of our department, I want to thank you both
for your service to our city and the solving
‐of the Sunset killings. ‐Mm‐hmm. But?
Marvin Garrison is in federal custody.
He's cooperating fully with an interagency investigation.
This is bullshit.
I'd choose your next words carefully, Inspector Colton.
Yeah, we got it. Message received.
So I guess we can go now, huh?
With the thanks of a grateful...
‐Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's go. ‐Okay. Hey...
‐Let me go. ‐I'm looking after you, dude.
That's the NSA. You don't want to screw around with them.
So, are they going to stop what Garrison's developing?
Or are they gonna take it, weaponize it,
and give the sick bastard a sweetheart deal?
Mm, I'm gonna go with door number two.
Okay, so then, at the end of the day,
what have we even done here?
You know, for a millennial snowflake,
you're awfully cynical.
Relax, Steven. Get in.
(siren whoops, wails)
(scoffs) Well, I guess that's that.
That's that.
You figure out your next move?
(chuckles) I can't believe I'm saying this, but...
...we could use you at SIU.
(laughs): Really?
You need me at SIU?
Okay, that's‐that's a, that's a bit far.
(laughs) I'll see you at the shop tomorrow.
Right now I'm gonna go home.
I'm gonna uncork a bottle of '55 Macallan.
And I'm gonna take a nice long pull
and gaze out over my city.
‐Well, I like Scotch. ‐(engine starts)
But you're not invited.
Although I am going to call your sister.
That's not funny.
I'm not being funny.
Well, I'm just saying, let's, let's take it easy on that.
(Nash laughs)
(whistling)
(engine revving)
Um...
Hey, man.
What happened to "a deal is a deal"?
I lied.
I told you, it's going around.
Get in, partner.
Man, what happened to "a deal's a deal"?
You know, you tell a guy and the next thing you know,
you're in a Hellcat.
Shut up.
‐(seat belt clicks) ‐Better hurry.
(tires screeching)
♪ ♪
♪ I'm not afraid of you ♪