Nash Bridges s02e05 Episode Script
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Hey.
You put up a pine tree? I told you, red wagon, you hang fruit.
Hang fruit if the coast is clear.
I like the smell of pine, bubba.
What's with the 007 nonsense? Why couldn't we just meet in some coffee shop? 'Cause a guy can bug a coffee shop.
He can mic any room, he can watch you from any place.
That's why we're in here.
What guy? The Monk.
What do you know about the Monk? I know he's in town.
He's on a job.
So what do I get out of this? My undying gratitude, a hot wax and undercoating.
You know I got a probation hearing that's coming up? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
All right, all right.
I'll see what I can do.
No, no.
I need better than that.
We're going to be out of here in about 30 seconds, Stuart.
You want to start talking? You know, this just isn't turning out like I planned.
You work for me.
You're an informant.
You give me information.
Now, what part of this isn't clear to you? Okay.
There's going to be a major hit.
I mean major.
In the next 24 hours.
Oh, that's very nice.
I'm thrilled.
Is that supposed to make me more excited? Who's the target? You're not going to like it.
Well, humor me.
Okay.
(gunshot) * * (woman vocalizing) (vocalizing continues over sultry sax notes) Any idea who the shooter was? Yeah.
The Monk.
You're not serious, Nash.
The international mercenary guy? The one on Interpol's most wanted list.
That Monk? The very same.
Holy high profile, Batman! How did he get that name anyway? FBI gave it to him for his methods of killing.
He's a loner.
Never been affiliated with any known terrorist group.
Been a free agent his entire career.
LEEK: Why did he go after Stuart? 'Cause Stuart knew about his next job.
Yeah.
So Stuart became his next job.
(siren wails then stops) (indistinct radio transmissions) You knew him once, didn't you? Yeah.
His real name is Scott LaMont.
We grew up together.
No! He's a local boy? Did you know him well? Yeah.
We were best friends once.
We played football together in Catholic school.
Then he became a Green Beret when I joined the force.
Then he just drifted away.
Oh.
He used to be a good guy, huh? I'm the landlady.
What's going on here? Who did you rent this room to? Some guy called this morning.
Wanted it month-to-month.
Why? What did he do? Traffic violation.
Uh-huh.
Perfect line of sight right to the car wash.
No dust on the windowsill.
Yes, sirree! This is right where he fired from.
SHIMAMURA: Lucky he wasn't aiming at you.
Traffic violation! That reminds me.
What's this? List of cars parking illegally behind my building.
Big sign says "No non-tenant parking.
" Hello! The bastards use it like it's Candlestick Park.
I want them towed.
There were six of them out there.
Now there's five.
One left.
When did you make this list? Couple hours ago.
Run it, Harve.
Concentrate on the one that's missing.
Find it.
It's an odd color on this casing.
Plus, I don't recognize the manufacturer's mark.
Isn't it a little out of character for this guy, leaving evidence behind? Well, maybe he wanted us to know it was him.
Yes.
I'm holding.
City Hall says there's no big politicos or religious leaders coming to town now.
Keep looking.
There's got to be a reason he's here.
There's good reason you didn't recognize his shell casing.
It's very rare.
It's made in limited run by a small German firm, and Interpol confirms this isthe Monk's bullet du jour.
Yes, I'm holding.
You're holding.
Uh did you run the plates? Yeah, from the apartment building.
Look at the fourth one down there, Nash.
Oh, good.
$80,000 sports car for somebody who lives in a $80 a week apartment.
I don't think so.
I'm tracking it now.
What the hell is that? SHIMAMURA: That is Arthur Jackson Jones, award-winning documentary filmmaker.
Arthur Jackson Jones, Nash Bridges.
Is it true that this building is earthquake condemned? Is that right? That can't be right.
That has to be against the law.
Let me get a shot of it.
Mr.
Jackson Jones is part of a pilot program-- the Security Liability Protection Unit.
Jackson Jones, SFPD.
Special Unit.
Arthur will document our interrogations and takedowns to show people that they're legal.
Uh-huh.
Uh, well, Arthur, we're not doing any takedowns right now and no interrogations, so why don't you turn that thing off.
Do you want to turn that off? Arthur? You want to Arthur, turn that damn thing off.
See, I wanted to work with homicide, but I lost a coin toss, so here I am.
Better luck next time.
See, I'm really a filmmaker, man.
I just do this to make money.
Perhaps you've seen my docudrama Tag Team? About the institutional conspiracy to discredit graffiti as a legitimate form of free expression.
I was sick that day.
The chief specifically wanted Arthur to follow us around for a few days.
Us? You and me? You're going to work this personally? You sure you still remember how to do this? I ain't that old, Nash.
Besides, this case may have major international ramifications.
So, let me get this straight.
We're working this murder case, and we've got to babysit Spike Lee, huh? Mm-hmm.
Murder case? You've engaged my muse.
Excuse me.
That car tracks to somebody staying at the St.
George Marquis.
Well, partner, let's check it out.
Harve, stay here with Evan and Bryn.
Help them prep for the stakeout.
Yes, sir.
Oh, you did get Arthur to sign the waiver in case he gets shot in the cross fire? Yep.
Hey, man, I got 30 pounds of equipment here.
Wait up.
Fascists.
Okay, sweethearts, Andre Schaffer.
Now, somehow this guy has managed to elude both the police and the FBI for the better part of 20 years.
And last night, we got a tip that he may be subletting in a place in the Haight, under the name of Leland McGuire, all right? This is what this guy looks like.
I got to help Nash with this other case, so you dear hearts are on your own.
And what did this guy do? Uh, he was a founding member of the Berkeley Four.
Yeah.
Who? He enjoys making me feel old.
Once upon a time there was a Vietnam War, and the Berkeley Four was a particularly violent antiwar group responsible for a slew of bombings in this city in the early '70s.
Uh-huh.
Thanks, Harve.
So you're my new stakeout partner? Yeah, my parents' worst nightmare.
I'll be living in sin with a police officer.
Damn, I can't believe this.
Nash and A.
J.
are chasing some international hit man while we're stuck here waiting for some guy who's probably never coming back.
(baby cries) CORTEZ: You're right, it does look quiet.
(crying continues) (barking) Looks like Fido's learning a new trick.
You're supposed to be watching for McGuire.
Yeah, why watch network when you've got a satellite dish.
Hello.
WOMAN: Mia, that's not fair.
I do, too, know what I want.
In fact, I've got a crystal clear image of Mr.
Right, okay? He'd be sensitive, but not in a tofu eating, milquetoast-y way.
He'd listen to me.
He'd be present when I talked to him.
She's talking about me.
Sort of the wit of Oscar Wilde.
Someone passionate with the heart of a poet.
What? No.
Don't set me up.
Yeah, yeah, no, no, no, don't set her up.
Well, is he cute? He's got brown hair, and he's cute.
You've convinced me.
I'll go out with him.
Damn, she's going on another date.
Well, don't you think it's, like, a little too soon, you know? She needs a little more time to heal? Oh, you're really starting to scare me, Cortez.
Let me tell you something, Carson.
I think this girl is, like, perfect for me, but the shame is that you don't believe in romance.
Oh, I believe in romance-- flowers, love poems.
But I also believe in the constitutional right to privacy.
Tell me something, Bryn, have you ever, like, really been in love? Oh, yeah, I have, as a matter of fact.
And you know what the really amazing thing is? We were actually in the same room together.
You see, you clearly don't know me.
Right? I mean, what I'm, like, really about.
You see me as this, like, straightforward kind of guy, but let me tell you something, there's this passion here, right? This hunger.
You know, I'm looking for, like, uh, like, uh like a higher love.
Wow, that's really Jane Austen of you.
But you're playing with fire here.
(sighs) Do you know what Oscar Wilde said? No.
He said that the only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.
Just like old times, huh, A.
J.
? Except I'm the boss.
Yeah, don't worry.
I won't hold that against you.
Uh, whose room did you say this was? Shh! Knock it off or I'll make you go in first.
Well, we're making progress.
This guy really overpacks for travel.
BRIDGES: Thirty-ought-six, probably the same one he killed Stuart with.
Scotty always liked the best.
So there's no way he's going to leave this stuff behind.
Who is this ugly looking dude? BRIDGES: You want to know his target? Here's his target.
That would be Aziz Khadeem.
He used to be a major expediter for Middle East heroin.
Yeah, till this happened.
Biggest drug bust in U.
S.
history.
You know what? I'd say that, uh, Mr.
Khadeem's partners in Tehran aren't too happy.
Yep, looking at a reprisal hit.
How about this for a philosophical quiz? Khadeem's one of the biggest crooks in the world.
What happens if we don't warn him.
What happens if we just let nature take its course? Good night.
Hey, hey, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You can't do that.
I got my rights.
You got a privilege, bubba.
There's a difference.
All right, let's set up.
BRIDGES: Anything yet, Harve? Mm-mm, Nash.
No activity from the bottom of the St.
George gorge as of yet.
Don't even blink.
This guy is good.
You told all additional backup to park at least two blocks away, right? Yeah, what's up? What's that look? I don't know, man.
Something feels funky.
It doesn't feel right.
How much backup did you order? Minimal, three units.
I hope that's not too much.
Better too much than not enough.
Not always.
(knocking on door) Good evening, sir.
Who sent you? The kitchen.
Who sent you? The kitchen.
The kitchen? Didn't you order that? (telephone ringing) Yeah.
Hey, buddy.
Long time no see.
(laughs) I hope your friends enjoyed the snacks.
Hi, Scotty.
Where are you? Not where you want me to be.
Say, how about we get together, you and me? Sure, come on up.
Oh, I don't think so.
Meet me on the number two elevator.
Show up alone or I don't show up at all.
(elevator bell dings) (phone rings) Yeah.
Stop between the eighth and ninth floors.
(laughs) Hiya, Scotty.
You look good.
Hey, so do you.
I thought after two divorces you'd look a little more worn.
(laughing) You ought to see it from this side.
You just haven't seen me up close yet.
Oh, yes, I have.
So, uh, did you ever give any thought to rehabilitation? No! Have you? Ah, maybe I could help you.
What do I need help for? I travel the world.
I make millions of dollars.
I meet interesting people.
What help do I need? (sighs) You killed a friend of mine, bubba.
Oh, please.
Iwas a friend of yours.
He was just an informer.
Let me ask you something, Scotty.
Doesn't it bother you just a little bit, what you do? Ask Johnnie Cochran, F.
Lee Bailey, that question.
You hire on to do a job, you do the job to the best of your abilities.
Bubba.
You know it's illegal to smoke in elevators.
Oh, Officer.
You'll have to give me a ticket.
I think it's gonna be a little more severe than that.
Let's get something straight, old buddy.
I got a job to do.
You stay out of it, you'll stay alive.
I can't do that, Scotty.
You really think you can catch me, huh? Well, you could get off and try and guess which floor I'm gonna stop on.
You have a one in 17 chance.
Feel lucky, Nash? Hey, buddy hide-and-seek.
You're it.
(dialing phone) A.
J.
? I'm at 17 and I'm on my way down.
He's in car number three.
He's headed your way.
(man and woman gasp) Excuse me, folks, excuse me.
Yeah, he got off on 12.
(elevator bell dings) Where is he? One step ahead of us.
SHIMAMURA: Her name is Sandra Graham.
She's an assistant district attorney.
BRIDGES: Until we know what this guy's up to, we better put a call in to her office.
And we better warn Aziz.
And I was having such a good day.
Ah, we couldn't just hold off till the Monk takes a crack at him, could we? I mean Aziz is such a scum sack.
Damn, my battery's running down.
Could you guys do that rap again? Let's get Aziz in here.
(whistling) Ooh, yikes! My God, you practically need a PhD to order here.
I've got a PhD.
Can I help you? Well, you're probably overqualified, but tell me, is it better to order whole-bean or pre-ground? Hmm.
Do you have a grinder? No.
Well, then I think pre-ground.
Hi.
I'm, uh, Sonny.
Sandra.
Hi.
Hi.
(answering machine beeps) (machine clicks) Hey, Gianna, this is Mia.
Listen, you know that guy I told you about, Michael, the playwright from New York? Well, forget it.
They canceled the reading of his play, so, he's not coming after all.
You are safe.
(answering machine beeps) Yes! Michael canceled.
Oh, too bad you're not a playwright from New York.
You might have a shot.
Listen, I gotta go get a double cappuccino before my shift.
Be right back.
(dialing) (phone rings) Hello.
Uh, Gianna.
Yes? Hi.
It's-It's Michael.
Michael? Um, um uh, Mia's friend from New York.
Oh, hi.
Yeah, I just got the message about you.
Sorry you can't come.
Well, actually, um, that's what I'm calling you about.
The reading for the play, it's back on again and, uh, um, I'm at the airport.
Now? You are? Oh! Uh, that's great.
I was wondering maybe, maybe if-if you're still free Sure.
Uh, what time should I expect you? Um like in an hour? Perfect.
(chuckles) Great! Gr Uh, listen, I gotta go.
Um I'll talk to you in about an hour.
Bye.
So the same police who want to send me to jail for life call me into a cell to help keep me alive, huh? Anybody else see the irony in this, huh? Well, don't get me wrong.
I don't like you, and I don't care if he does kill you, but, you see I've just got this duty I have to do.
Yeah.
You are doing it so well.
Do you validate? Hmm? Hey! What is this? I never said anybody could film me.
Hey, hey, hey, SLPU, special division.
All right, just answer the question.
Arthur, he's not a suspect.
You have to turn that off.
What? I-I'm protected by the MPAA, the NAACP, the LCAU, the FBI Thank you, Arthur.
(whistles) So Mr.
Khadeem, consider yourself warned.
Fine.
I am warned.
You know, it occurs to me that your suppliers being majorly pissed off at you, jail might just be the best place for you.
May I go now? Please.
Interesting.
We just tell this guy that the best hit man in the world is after him, and he doesn't so much as flinch.
He doesn't ask for protection.
Doesn't ask how we found out.
Yeah, almost as if he didn't care.
Well, if the Monk was after me, I'dcare.
Unless I knewI was safe.
Maybe Aziz isn't the target.
Maybe he hired the Monk.
So he fakes a hit, disappears till after the grand jury indictment.
Damn, this is getting interesting.
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.
Do you remember that there was a single SFPD undercover cop that made the original bust on the warehouse.
The Ames warehouse.
Yeah, yeah, the one that was unidentified, that undercover narc cop.
Aziz takes him out the state's case disappears.
We gotta find that cop before the Monk does.
Damn.
Yo, Nash, you bumped me.
A.
J.
Look, let's take this back from the top.
Can we do this again? From one.
Well, this has been the longest coffee break on record.
Thanks a lot.
I got to go.
Hey, I'll walk you to your car.
Oh, sure.
Well, you know, it's not every day I meet an assistant D.
A.
That drug case you're working on sounds fascinating.
Well, not all my cases are like that, believe me.
Listen, you know, I don't usually give my number out to anyone, but What are you doing? Shh.
Just relax.
I'm sorry, Sandra, but that drug case-- I need a little more information.
Start the car.
They were out of low-fat milk, so I just got you regular.
How's it going? Fine.
Listen, uh, my shift is over in, like, ten minutes.
Do you mind taking over, like, now? Yeah, I think I can handle it.
Just leave your cell phone on.
Yeah, of course.
Definitely.
Where are you going? Um, I, uh, need to go home and change.
Why is your face flushed all of a sudden? (laughs) I-I got to go, Carson.
Sorry.
Cortez, what are you up to?! How we doing on the undercover cop? DA's office, Justice Department-- ain't nobody talking.
Same with Narcotics.
You? I can't find anybody who even knows.
Harve I'm walking.
Can you get into the DA's computer? Uh-huh.
I think I can.
Good.
Just don't get caught on Candid Camera.
Uh-huh.
ARTHUR: Hey, where's everybody gone? Sunday-- it's a skeleton crew.
You know, I been thinking.
I bet we're right about Aziz ordering the hit.
Oh, really? We are.
Yeah, yeah.
I say we bring Aziz in here, and we shake his ass down until he gives up the Monk in return for a lighter sentence.
See, then you got the world's greatest hit man, plus you still got Aziz.
It's like-like a two-for-one sale.
Mm-hmm.
And, uh, you think of this all by yourself? Yeah, yeah, I got a scene like that in a screenplay I'm trying to sell.
It's like life imitating art.
That's good, except, um, there is just one little problem.
What's that? You see, Aziz hired the Monk.
Now, if he gives up the hit man, it makes it worse on Aziz.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, I didn't think about that.
I guess that creates a story problem.
Mm-hmm.
But you just keep thinking.
I'll do that.
Good.
I'll do that.
I'll really do that.
Yeah, good.
(sighs) Go do it somewhere else.
Okay.
(chuckles) (phone ringing) Can Dumbo fly, can politicians lie, can Michael Jordan sky? Karen Steele.
I know her.
There's no question she's the target.
Harvey, I could kiss you.
Gently, maybe, on the cheek.
ARTHUR: Uh, hold up.
I see you trying to ditch me.
Hey! See! Now, I can't do this by mys Come on.
I got a 30-pound camera here, and you got me doing a lot, see.
I'm supposed to have exclusive coverage! BRIDGES: Her commander says she's doing a drug deal.
You, stay here.
What? That's local talk for, "You'll be sorry if you don't.
" ARTHUR: I'll sue you guys under the Freedom of Information Act, I swear to God.
It's him.
Nash? Get down.
This is getting annoying.
Get down! (silenced gunshot) Hey, yo, what's going on?! Huh?! (gunshots) STEELE: Get down! MAN: You, bitch! Uh-uh! No, no, no! Not bad, bubba! But it's only half-time.
I'm going for a cold one.
So he lives to fight another day.
Yep.
But we got what he's after.
Being anonymous and undercover was supposed to be as good as being in the witness protection program.
Guess not.
I will personally get you into court tomorrow for that grand jury hearing.
But until then, I want you to stay here, okay? You've convinced me.
I-I'm not leaving.
Lieutenant, somebody's screaming for you on line three.
Nash, about an hour ago, an ADA named Sandra Graham was found strangled.
She was working the Aziz case as well.
(exhales sharply) God! (whispers): Sandra.
That explains how he tracked you.
But you're safe now.
He's not gonna get to you in here.
You're gonna stay here with me, right? Absolutely.
That was McCall from Narcotics.
Found out we had Karen.
I told him we could keep her here for the night.
It's your call.
I'm not leaving this building.
Good choice.
Make her comfortable, Harve.
A.
J.
, remember how we flushed Vinnie G back when we were working Doublerock in '79? Yeah, yeah.
Good idea.
Worked once.
We'll try it again.
Where's, uh, Arthur? In the bathroom.
Oh, damn, I wish we could wait for him.
(giggling) MIA: Hey, hey, good news.
Michael's back on.
Yeah, I know.
I already spoke to him.
He called you? I thought his flight wasn't getting in until 8:30.
Well, it probably came in early.
(sighs) (touch tone beeps) Oh, hang on.
I got another call.
Gianna, it's Michael.
I'm downstairs.
Oh, hang on.
I'll throw down the key.
Oh! Mia, he's outside.
Hi! Um, just come on up, okay? (sighs) Hi.
Hi.
Oh, these These are for you.
Thank you.
They're beautiful.
This (laughs) Oh, uh, you want to come in? (giggles) Sure.
Sorry.
Oh.
GIANNA: I'm sorry about the buzzer.
I've been trying to get the landlord to fix that, but he's lazy.
(sighs) Anyway (laughs) CARSON: What the? Thank you for the flowers.
They're beautiful.
Um, how was your flight? Uh, uneventful.
You don't have a suitcase.
I (phone ringing) Um Uh, Michael (laughs) You're-You're ringing.
(both laugh) I know.
Excuse me.
Okay.
Hello.
What the hell are you doing?! Listen, I-I can't really talk right now, okay? Have you lost your mind? (loudly): Thanks for calling.
Appreciate it.
(phone beeps off, scoffs) Who was that? Uh, the airport.
They-They found my luggage.
I-I lost my luggage, you see, and somebody else picked it up, and, uh, they found it.
I'm so relieved.
(both laugh) Good.
So, Mia tells me you're a playwright.
Yes, I-I write plays.
(Gianna laughs) What genre? Comedy? Tragedy? Love stories.
(laughs) Really? Yeah, really.
I'm, like, on page one, yeah.
(touch tones beeping) I'm gonna have to watch out for you, aren't I? (phone rings) Sorry.
(sighs) Uh, hello? Oh, my God, what a line! (laughs) Thanks.
You know what? Next Tuesday would be just perfect.
How can you talk about romantic ideals when you're duping this woman? You are like some kind of carnival huckster.
You've got it all wrong, Cortez.
Love is not about deception and trickery.
It is about truth, it is about honesty, it is about opening yourself up.
Great.
You could drop it off at the hotel.
That would be perfect.
Let me speak to her.
It's time someone set her straight.
Thanks again.
(beep) (giggling) Ah, they're dropping my luggage off at the hotel.
Um, would you mind if I put on a little bit of music? Oh, sure.
Do you want a drink? I could make some margaritas.
I'd love a margarita.
Okay.
(laughs) That would be perfect.
(siren blaring) (whistling) (Carson groans) We were so happy when you called.
How's your dad doing? Oh, he's, uh He's doing all right.
He's, you know, got a few problems every now and then with his memory.
We'd heard.
We pray for him.
Oh, thank you, Ruth.
Let me ask you something.
Have you, um have you heard from Scotty at all? (cable car bells clanging) MR.
LaMONT: Not for almost a decade.
Why? Oh, I was just thinking about him.
I thought maybe if you'd heard from him, I could give him a call.
MR.
LaMONT: Yeah.
Well, if you do, let him know.
Sure, Nash.
Thanks.
Bye.
(phone rings) Yeah? SCOTTY: What the hell are you doing talking to my parents? Well, they miss you, Scotty.
You should give them a call some time.
You just leave them out of this.
Trace on 415-555-0173.
Are you bothered by this? You sound a little emotional there, Scotty, for a cold-hearted hit man.
Don't you try to get into my head, Nash.
It won't work.
Why? I've got your target, and you've got squat.
Fifth and Market.
Don't you worry about me.
You worry about you.
SCOTTY: Well, it's about time.
You think you can win this? Yes, I do.
(phone clicks, dial tone) Cute.
Calls me on the pay phone, dials his own cell phone from a second cell phone, tapes it up, starts talking, then just keeps walking.
Bad news, brother.
He's smarter than Vinnie G.
Yeah, I noticed that.
What took you so long? There was a lot of foot traffic.
She was supposed to be dead by now.
Aziz, you really should drink less coffee.
And you need to do your job.
Now, he's in the way.
Take him out.
I told you I'm not interested.
I don't care.
I want my interests protected, and he's preventing that.
I don't kill my friends for money.
This one I'll do for free.
On second thought I don't appreciate you leaving me like that.
Oh, man.
Hey, what is that? Oh, dang, Arthur, I'm so sorry.
Next time, I promise.
Nash? Yeah.
Blueprints for City Hall courthouse.
Oh, beautiful.
Where's Karen? Uh, she's crashed up in A.
J.
's office.
All right, great.
Great hotel, huh? I have a new appreciation for the comforts of home.
(laughs) Well, don't worry.
You're safe here.
And I'm going over the blueprints of city hall and the courthouse to get you in and out safely tomorrow.
What about next week? (sighs) Karen, the only way to stop this is to stop Aziz.
And once you set foot in that courtroom, all of his money and power and influence evaporates.
So does the threat.
And the Monk? (sighs) You just take care of Aziz.
I'll take care of the Monk.
Okay.
Hang in there.
(upbeat music playing) * Ah, ah * Hey, Gianna! * I've been told there's better ways * Gianna! * Then living your life * * In future * Hey, Gianna! Oh, man.
(turns up music) I can't hear you.
Michael, isn't that a little loud? Yeah, give me the drinks.
Would you like to dance? * I love everything * Yes! Whoa! Gianna! Michael! Michael! Hey, Gianna! Michael! Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael.
Michael, hi.
I'm Gianna.
Nice to meet you.
Hi.
Uh, I thought you lived at, uh uh, 714.
Oh, no, no, 713.
Do you want to come up? Uh, yeah.
Let's go.
You know, that's so funny.
I know I wrote the right number.
Oh, really, she must've How was your flight? BRIDGES: He doesn't mind striking, even at the risk of being captured, so, whatever his move is I guarantee you it'll be bold.
SCOTTY (on video): Not bad, bubba.
But it's only half-time.
Wait a minute.
I'm going for a cold one.
Let me see this masterpiece from the beginning.
It's a work in progress.
Arthur, Arthur, Arthur! From the top! BRIDGES: All right, good.
Good, go back, now.
Go back.
All right, freeze it there.
There's something glowing in his hand.
Harve, can you blow that up? Should be able to.
Wait, this is copyrighted material, you can't do this! All right, all right, learn to collaborate.
It specifically says you can't do this! (speaks indistinctly) Yeah.
Good.
Can you move closer on that matchbook? Oh, yeah, like Antonioni's flick, right.
Blowup.
I saw that ten times.
L.
B.
Jeffries, luxury rentals.
Now, that's a very high-end rental joint.
He obviously had to get rid of that car that we tracked to the hotel.
This is cool! You know, inventory this expensive has got to have a vehicle recovery system on it.
So, we got him.
Harve, get the rep down here and get him down here right now.
Good work there, Arthur! You may have solved this homicide for us.
Yeah, well, I couldn't have done it without you.
Move along, Artie's got to work here.
Thank you, Arthur.
BRIDGES: Let me know when this guy gets here, I'm going to go check on our guest.
MICHAEL: You live here? Yeah, I know, it's a little spartan, isn't it? Just a little.
I have a couch on order.
Hmm, what's all this stuff? Nothing, it's just a hobby of mine.
I, I have, uh, astronomy, actually.
I like to watch the stars.
And listen to them, too, I see.
Yeah, stars can be so chatty, the way the gossip flies from one constellation to the other.
Okay, so, I watch other things, too.
I see.
It's interesting.
Well, I must say, Mia gave me a very different impression of you.
You should let me explain.
Oh, please, not at all.
I was totally disinterested in the girl Mia was describing.
You, on the other hand, are delightfully perverse.
I-I like to live on the edge a bit, I mean, I admit I own a pair of binoculars but you are inspired.
Show me what you do with this thing.
Nothing.
I watch people.
You like that? Watching people? Oh, my God! What? It's McGuire.
What? Damn it, he turned it off! Gianna, what? Gianna, where are you going? Come on, just have one more.
I don't want to waste it.
All righty (knocking on door) Are you expecting someone? Uh, I have no idea who that is.
Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
MAN: Hello, Gianna, good to see you.
GIANNA: Hi, Jim, how was your trip? Oh, fine.
Look, I hope I'm not interrupting.
I just came by to pick up my mail.
Oh, no, it's not a problem.
Hold on one second.
Here you go, Jim.
Thank you for your trouble, Gianna.
I really appreciate this.
No problem.
Police, freeze! Hold it right there! Michael, what are you doing? Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold it! Hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey! Put your hands against the wall! Give me your hands.
I've been waiting What the hell's going on here? I'm a cop and this guy's been a fugitive from the FBI for 20 years.
Wait, you're a cop? Yes, I'm a cop, and I'm sorry, okay? You know, everything that I said about you is true, you know? You're beautiful and you're charming and I love your laugh and Look, can you please-- can I call you? Maybe I can explain.
Uh, I don't think that would be a very good idea.
Gianna, what's going on? Who the hell are you? Why's he calling you Gianna? Do you mind? What's happening? Hi, Michael.
Uh that's Gianna.
MICHAEL: What? Michael, Gianna.
Gianna, Michael.
Listen, maybe, maybe, like, coffee sometime? Do you think? No! Um, do you want to have lunch tomorrow? Absolutely.
Isn't anyone going to read me my rights? Which car does he have? Took out a German sedan.
Can you activate the recovery system? Oh, sure.
Lenny, this is Larry.
Listen, I'm here with the cops.
Uh, we want to track (beeping) What the hell? What? What is it? He's not more than a hundred yards from here.
All right, everybody, move! He's here! Make him safe.
A.
J.
, you cover Arthur.
I'll take the upper floors.
Son of a bitch.
Scotty? It's over.
You're not walking away this time, bubba.
SCOTTY: What makes this time any different? Because this time, I'm the hit man, and you're the target.
Where are you, Nash? I'm right here, Scott.
How do you want to do this? As quickly as possible.
I still have a contract to fulfill.
You have a choice here, Scotty.
Too late, Nash.
(hissing) * * You were always better at defense, Nash.
Remember when we played football? Who'd they give the ball to when they needed to score? Huh? (clattering) Game's over, Scotty.
Put it down.
Whoa, Nash.
Baby, how'd you do that? Magic, bubba.
Well, you better shoot me now, brother, 'cause you're not going to get another chance.
Give it up, Scott.
That's not possible.
(gun thuds) (both grunting) (crashing) (grunting) (body thuds) Oh, this is gonna make an amazing movie.
Oh! Yeah, like art imitating life, huh, Art? You better have Harve get Karen home, get some sleep.
She's got an early court date.
You okay, brother? Yeah.
I should go tell his parents.
Want me to go with you this time? No.
I'll see you, bro.
Good night, bro.
You put up a pine tree? I told you, red wagon, you hang fruit.
Hang fruit if the coast is clear.
I like the smell of pine, bubba.
What's with the 007 nonsense? Why couldn't we just meet in some coffee shop? 'Cause a guy can bug a coffee shop.
He can mic any room, he can watch you from any place.
That's why we're in here.
What guy? The Monk.
What do you know about the Monk? I know he's in town.
He's on a job.
So what do I get out of this? My undying gratitude, a hot wax and undercoating.
You know I got a probation hearing that's coming up? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
All right, all right.
I'll see what I can do.
No, no.
I need better than that.
We're going to be out of here in about 30 seconds, Stuart.
You want to start talking? You know, this just isn't turning out like I planned.
You work for me.
You're an informant.
You give me information.
Now, what part of this isn't clear to you? Okay.
There's going to be a major hit.
I mean major.
In the next 24 hours.
Oh, that's very nice.
I'm thrilled.
Is that supposed to make me more excited? Who's the target? You're not going to like it.
Well, humor me.
Okay.
(gunshot) * * (woman vocalizing) (vocalizing continues over sultry sax notes) Any idea who the shooter was? Yeah.
The Monk.
You're not serious, Nash.
The international mercenary guy? The one on Interpol's most wanted list.
That Monk? The very same.
Holy high profile, Batman! How did he get that name anyway? FBI gave it to him for his methods of killing.
He's a loner.
Never been affiliated with any known terrorist group.
Been a free agent his entire career.
LEEK: Why did he go after Stuart? 'Cause Stuart knew about his next job.
Yeah.
So Stuart became his next job.
(siren wails then stops) (indistinct radio transmissions) You knew him once, didn't you? Yeah.
His real name is Scott LaMont.
We grew up together.
No! He's a local boy? Did you know him well? Yeah.
We were best friends once.
We played football together in Catholic school.
Then he became a Green Beret when I joined the force.
Then he just drifted away.
Oh.
He used to be a good guy, huh? I'm the landlady.
What's going on here? Who did you rent this room to? Some guy called this morning.
Wanted it month-to-month.
Why? What did he do? Traffic violation.
Uh-huh.
Perfect line of sight right to the car wash.
No dust on the windowsill.
Yes, sirree! This is right where he fired from.
SHIMAMURA: Lucky he wasn't aiming at you.
Traffic violation! That reminds me.
What's this? List of cars parking illegally behind my building.
Big sign says "No non-tenant parking.
" Hello! The bastards use it like it's Candlestick Park.
I want them towed.
There were six of them out there.
Now there's five.
One left.
When did you make this list? Couple hours ago.
Run it, Harve.
Concentrate on the one that's missing.
Find it.
It's an odd color on this casing.
Plus, I don't recognize the manufacturer's mark.
Isn't it a little out of character for this guy, leaving evidence behind? Well, maybe he wanted us to know it was him.
Yes.
I'm holding.
City Hall says there's no big politicos or religious leaders coming to town now.
Keep looking.
There's got to be a reason he's here.
There's good reason you didn't recognize his shell casing.
It's very rare.
It's made in limited run by a small German firm, and Interpol confirms this isthe Monk's bullet du jour.
Yes, I'm holding.
You're holding.
Uh did you run the plates? Yeah, from the apartment building.
Look at the fourth one down there, Nash.
Oh, good.
$80,000 sports car for somebody who lives in a $80 a week apartment.
I don't think so.
I'm tracking it now.
What the hell is that? SHIMAMURA: That is Arthur Jackson Jones, award-winning documentary filmmaker.
Arthur Jackson Jones, Nash Bridges.
Is it true that this building is earthquake condemned? Is that right? That can't be right.
That has to be against the law.
Let me get a shot of it.
Mr.
Jackson Jones is part of a pilot program-- the Security Liability Protection Unit.
Jackson Jones, SFPD.
Special Unit.
Arthur will document our interrogations and takedowns to show people that they're legal.
Uh-huh.
Uh, well, Arthur, we're not doing any takedowns right now and no interrogations, so why don't you turn that thing off.
Do you want to turn that off? Arthur? You want to Arthur, turn that damn thing off.
See, I wanted to work with homicide, but I lost a coin toss, so here I am.
Better luck next time.
See, I'm really a filmmaker, man.
I just do this to make money.
Perhaps you've seen my docudrama Tag Team? About the institutional conspiracy to discredit graffiti as a legitimate form of free expression.
I was sick that day.
The chief specifically wanted Arthur to follow us around for a few days.
Us? You and me? You're going to work this personally? You sure you still remember how to do this? I ain't that old, Nash.
Besides, this case may have major international ramifications.
So, let me get this straight.
We're working this murder case, and we've got to babysit Spike Lee, huh? Mm-hmm.
Murder case? You've engaged my muse.
Excuse me.
That car tracks to somebody staying at the St.
George Marquis.
Well, partner, let's check it out.
Harve, stay here with Evan and Bryn.
Help them prep for the stakeout.
Yes, sir.
Oh, you did get Arthur to sign the waiver in case he gets shot in the cross fire? Yep.
Hey, man, I got 30 pounds of equipment here.
Wait up.
Fascists.
Okay, sweethearts, Andre Schaffer.
Now, somehow this guy has managed to elude both the police and the FBI for the better part of 20 years.
And last night, we got a tip that he may be subletting in a place in the Haight, under the name of Leland McGuire, all right? This is what this guy looks like.
I got to help Nash with this other case, so you dear hearts are on your own.
And what did this guy do? Uh, he was a founding member of the Berkeley Four.
Yeah.
Who? He enjoys making me feel old.
Once upon a time there was a Vietnam War, and the Berkeley Four was a particularly violent antiwar group responsible for a slew of bombings in this city in the early '70s.
Uh-huh.
Thanks, Harve.
So you're my new stakeout partner? Yeah, my parents' worst nightmare.
I'll be living in sin with a police officer.
Damn, I can't believe this.
Nash and A.
J.
are chasing some international hit man while we're stuck here waiting for some guy who's probably never coming back.
(baby cries) CORTEZ: You're right, it does look quiet.
(crying continues) (barking) Looks like Fido's learning a new trick.
You're supposed to be watching for McGuire.
Yeah, why watch network when you've got a satellite dish.
Hello.
WOMAN: Mia, that's not fair.
I do, too, know what I want.
In fact, I've got a crystal clear image of Mr.
Right, okay? He'd be sensitive, but not in a tofu eating, milquetoast-y way.
He'd listen to me.
He'd be present when I talked to him.
She's talking about me.
Sort of the wit of Oscar Wilde.
Someone passionate with the heart of a poet.
What? No.
Don't set me up.
Yeah, yeah, no, no, no, don't set her up.
Well, is he cute? He's got brown hair, and he's cute.
You've convinced me.
I'll go out with him.
Damn, she's going on another date.
Well, don't you think it's, like, a little too soon, you know? She needs a little more time to heal? Oh, you're really starting to scare me, Cortez.
Let me tell you something, Carson.
I think this girl is, like, perfect for me, but the shame is that you don't believe in romance.
Oh, I believe in romance-- flowers, love poems.
But I also believe in the constitutional right to privacy.
Tell me something, Bryn, have you ever, like, really been in love? Oh, yeah, I have, as a matter of fact.
And you know what the really amazing thing is? We were actually in the same room together.
You see, you clearly don't know me.
Right? I mean, what I'm, like, really about.
You see me as this, like, straightforward kind of guy, but let me tell you something, there's this passion here, right? This hunger.
You know, I'm looking for, like, uh, like, uh like a higher love.
Wow, that's really Jane Austen of you.
But you're playing with fire here.
(sighs) Do you know what Oscar Wilde said? No.
He said that the only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.
Just like old times, huh, A.
J.
? Except I'm the boss.
Yeah, don't worry.
I won't hold that against you.
Uh, whose room did you say this was? Shh! Knock it off or I'll make you go in first.
Well, we're making progress.
This guy really overpacks for travel.
BRIDGES: Thirty-ought-six, probably the same one he killed Stuart with.
Scotty always liked the best.
So there's no way he's going to leave this stuff behind.
Who is this ugly looking dude? BRIDGES: You want to know his target? Here's his target.
That would be Aziz Khadeem.
He used to be a major expediter for Middle East heroin.
Yeah, till this happened.
Biggest drug bust in U.
S.
history.
You know what? I'd say that, uh, Mr.
Khadeem's partners in Tehran aren't too happy.
Yep, looking at a reprisal hit.
How about this for a philosophical quiz? Khadeem's one of the biggest crooks in the world.
What happens if we don't warn him.
What happens if we just let nature take its course? Good night.
Hey, hey, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You can't do that.
I got my rights.
You got a privilege, bubba.
There's a difference.
All right, let's set up.
BRIDGES: Anything yet, Harve? Mm-mm, Nash.
No activity from the bottom of the St.
George gorge as of yet.
Don't even blink.
This guy is good.
You told all additional backup to park at least two blocks away, right? Yeah, what's up? What's that look? I don't know, man.
Something feels funky.
It doesn't feel right.
How much backup did you order? Minimal, three units.
I hope that's not too much.
Better too much than not enough.
Not always.
(knocking on door) Good evening, sir.
Who sent you? The kitchen.
Who sent you? The kitchen.
The kitchen? Didn't you order that? (telephone ringing) Yeah.
Hey, buddy.
Long time no see.
(laughs) I hope your friends enjoyed the snacks.
Hi, Scotty.
Where are you? Not where you want me to be.
Say, how about we get together, you and me? Sure, come on up.
Oh, I don't think so.
Meet me on the number two elevator.
Show up alone or I don't show up at all.
(elevator bell dings) (phone rings) Yeah.
Stop between the eighth and ninth floors.
(laughs) Hiya, Scotty.
You look good.
Hey, so do you.
I thought after two divorces you'd look a little more worn.
(laughing) You ought to see it from this side.
You just haven't seen me up close yet.
Oh, yes, I have.
So, uh, did you ever give any thought to rehabilitation? No! Have you? Ah, maybe I could help you.
What do I need help for? I travel the world.
I make millions of dollars.
I meet interesting people.
What help do I need? (sighs) You killed a friend of mine, bubba.
Oh, please.
Iwas a friend of yours.
He was just an informer.
Let me ask you something, Scotty.
Doesn't it bother you just a little bit, what you do? Ask Johnnie Cochran, F.
Lee Bailey, that question.
You hire on to do a job, you do the job to the best of your abilities.
Bubba.
You know it's illegal to smoke in elevators.
Oh, Officer.
You'll have to give me a ticket.
I think it's gonna be a little more severe than that.
Let's get something straight, old buddy.
I got a job to do.
You stay out of it, you'll stay alive.
I can't do that, Scotty.
You really think you can catch me, huh? Well, you could get off and try and guess which floor I'm gonna stop on.
You have a one in 17 chance.
Feel lucky, Nash? Hey, buddy hide-and-seek.
You're it.
(dialing phone) A.
J.
? I'm at 17 and I'm on my way down.
He's in car number three.
He's headed your way.
(man and woman gasp) Excuse me, folks, excuse me.
Yeah, he got off on 12.
(elevator bell dings) Where is he? One step ahead of us.
SHIMAMURA: Her name is Sandra Graham.
She's an assistant district attorney.
BRIDGES: Until we know what this guy's up to, we better put a call in to her office.
And we better warn Aziz.
And I was having such a good day.
Ah, we couldn't just hold off till the Monk takes a crack at him, could we? I mean Aziz is such a scum sack.
Damn, my battery's running down.
Could you guys do that rap again? Let's get Aziz in here.
(whistling) Ooh, yikes! My God, you practically need a PhD to order here.
I've got a PhD.
Can I help you? Well, you're probably overqualified, but tell me, is it better to order whole-bean or pre-ground? Hmm.
Do you have a grinder? No.
Well, then I think pre-ground.
Hi.
I'm, uh, Sonny.
Sandra.
Hi.
Hi.
(answering machine beeps) (machine clicks) Hey, Gianna, this is Mia.
Listen, you know that guy I told you about, Michael, the playwright from New York? Well, forget it.
They canceled the reading of his play, so, he's not coming after all.
You are safe.
(answering machine beeps) Yes! Michael canceled.
Oh, too bad you're not a playwright from New York.
You might have a shot.
Listen, I gotta go get a double cappuccino before my shift.
Be right back.
(dialing) (phone rings) Hello.
Uh, Gianna.
Yes? Hi.
It's-It's Michael.
Michael? Um, um uh, Mia's friend from New York.
Oh, hi.
Yeah, I just got the message about you.
Sorry you can't come.
Well, actually, um, that's what I'm calling you about.
The reading for the play, it's back on again and, uh, um, I'm at the airport.
Now? You are? Oh! Uh, that's great.
I was wondering maybe, maybe if-if you're still free Sure.
Uh, what time should I expect you? Um like in an hour? Perfect.
(chuckles) Great! Gr Uh, listen, I gotta go.
Um I'll talk to you in about an hour.
Bye.
So the same police who want to send me to jail for life call me into a cell to help keep me alive, huh? Anybody else see the irony in this, huh? Well, don't get me wrong.
I don't like you, and I don't care if he does kill you, but, you see I've just got this duty I have to do.
Yeah.
You are doing it so well.
Do you validate? Hmm? Hey! What is this? I never said anybody could film me.
Hey, hey, hey, SLPU, special division.
All right, just answer the question.
Arthur, he's not a suspect.
You have to turn that off.
What? I-I'm protected by the MPAA, the NAACP, the LCAU, the FBI Thank you, Arthur.
(whistles) So Mr.
Khadeem, consider yourself warned.
Fine.
I am warned.
You know, it occurs to me that your suppliers being majorly pissed off at you, jail might just be the best place for you.
May I go now? Please.
Interesting.
We just tell this guy that the best hit man in the world is after him, and he doesn't so much as flinch.
He doesn't ask for protection.
Doesn't ask how we found out.
Yeah, almost as if he didn't care.
Well, if the Monk was after me, I'dcare.
Unless I knewI was safe.
Maybe Aziz isn't the target.
Maybe he hired the Monk.
So he fakes a hit, disappears till after the grand jury indictment.
Damn, this is getting interesting.
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.
Do you remember that there was a single SFPD undercover cop that made the original bust on the warehouse.
The Ames warehouse.
Yeah, yeah, the one that was unidentified, that undercover narc cop.
Aziz takes him out the state's case disappears.
We gotta find that cop before the Monk does.
Damn.
Yo, Nash, you bumped me.
A.
J.
Look, let's take this back from the top.
Can we do this again? From one.
Well, this has been the longest coffee break on record.
Thanks a lot.
I got to go.
Hey, I'll walk you to your car.
Oh, sure.
Well, you know, it's not every day I meet an assistant D.
A.
That drug case you're working on sounds fascinating.
Well, not all my cases are like that, believe me.
Listen, you know, I don't usually give my number out to anyone, but What are you doing? Shh.
Just relax.
I'm sorry, Sandra, but that drug case-- I need a little more information.
Start the car.
They were out of low-fat milk, so I just got you regular.
How's it going? Fine.
Listen, uh, my shift is over in, like, ten minutes.
Do you mind taking over, like, now? Yeah, I think I can handle it.
Just leave your cell phone on.
Yeah, of course.
Definitely.
Where are you going? Um, I, uh, need to go home and change.
Why is your face flushed all of a sudden? (laughs) I-I got to go, Carson.
Sorry.
Cortez, what are you up to?! How we doing on the undercover cop? DA's office, Justice Department-- ain't nobody talking.
Same with Narcotics.
You? I can't find anybody who even knows.
Harve I'm walking.
Can you get into the DA's computer? Uh-huh.
I think I can.
Good.
Just don't get caught on Candid Camera.
Uh-huh.
ARTHUR: Hey, where's everybody gone? Sunday-- it's a skeleton crew.
You know, I been thinking.
I bet we're right about Aziz ordering the hit.
Oh, really? We are.
Yeah, yeah.
I say we bring Aziz in here, and we shake his ass down until he gives up the Monk in return for a lighter sentence.
See, then you got the world's greatest hit man, plus you still got Aziz.
It's like-like a two-for-one sale.
Mm-hmm.
And, uh, you think of this all by yourself? Yeah, yeah, I got a scene like that in a screenplay I'm trying to sell.
It's like life imitating art.
That's good, except, um, there is just one little problem.
What's that? You see, Aziz hired the Monk.
Now, if he gives up the hit man, it makes it worse on Aziz.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, I didn't think about that.
I guess that creates a story problem.
Mm-hmm.
But you just keep thinking.
I'll do that.
Good.
I'll do that.
I'll really do that.
Yeah, good.
(sighs) Go do it somewhere else.
Okay.
(chuckles) (phone ringing) Can Dumbo fly, can politicians lie, can Michael Jordan sky? Karen Steele.
I know her.
There's no question she's the target.
Harvey, I could kiss you.
Gently, maybe, on the cheek.
ARTHUR: Uh, hold up.
I see you trying to ditch me.
Hey! See! Now, I can't do this by mys Come on.
I got a 30-pound camera here, and you got me doing a lot, see.
I'm supposed to have exclusive coverage! BRIDGES: Her commander says she's doing a drug deal.
You, stay here.
What? That's local talk for, "You'll be sorry if you don't.
" ARTHUR: I'll sue you guys under the Freedom of Information Act, I swear to God.
It's him.
Nash? Get down.
This is getting annoying.
Get down! (silenced gunshot) Hey, yo, what's going on?! Huh?! (gunshots) STEELE: Get down! MAN: You, bitch! Uh-uh! No, no, no! Not bad, bubba! But it's only half-time.
I'm going for a cold one.
So he lives to fight another day.
Yep.
But we got what he's after.
Being anonymous and undercover was supposed to be as good as being in the witness protection program.
Guess not.
I will personally get you into court tomorrow for that grand jury hearing.
But until then, I want you to stay here, okay? You've convinced me.
I-I'm not leaving.
Lieutenant, somebody's screaming for you on line three.
Nash, about an hour ago, an ADA named Sandra Graham was found strangled.
She was working the Aziz case as well.
(exhales sharply) God! (whispers): Sandra.
That explains how he tracked you.
But you're safe now.
He's not gonna get to you in here.
You're gonna stay here with me, right? Absolutely.
That was McCall from Narcotics.
Found out we had Karen.
I told him we could keep her here for the night.
It's your call.
I'm not leaving this building.
Good choice.
Make her comfortable, Harve.
A.
J.
, remember how we flushed Vinnie G back when we were working Doublerock in '79? Yeah, yeah.
Good idea.
Worked once.
We'll try it again.
Where's, uh, Arthur? In the bathroom.
Oh, damn, I wish we could wait for him.
(giggling) MIA: Hey, hey, good news.
Michael's back on.
Yeah, I know.
I already spoke to him.
He called you? I thought his flight wasn't getting in until 8:30.
Well, it probably came in early.
(sighs) (touch tone beeps) Oh, hang on.
I got another call.
Gianna, it's Michael.
I'm downstairs.
Oh, hang on.
I'll throw down the key.
Oh! Mia, he's outside.
Hi! Um, just come on up, okay? (sighs) Hi.
Hi.
Oh, these These are for you.
Thank you.
They're beautiful.
This (laughs) Oh, uh, you want to come in? (giggles) Sure.
Sorry.
Oh.
GIANNA: I'm sorry about the buzzer.
I've been trying to get the landlord to fix that, but he's lazy.
(sighs) Anyway (laughs) CARSON: What the? Thank you for the flowers.
They're beautiful.
Um, how was your flight? Uh, uneventful.
You don't have a suitcase.
I (phone ringing) Um Uh, Michael (laughs) You're-You're ringing.
(both laugh) I know.
Excuse me.
Okay.
Hello.
What the hell are you doing?! Listen, I-I can't really talk right now, okay? Have you lost your mind? (loudly): Thanks for calling.
Appreciate it.
(phone beeps off, scoffs) Who was that? Uh, the airport.
They-They found my luggage.
I-I lost my luggage, you see, and somebody else picked it up, and, uh, they found it.
I'm so relieved.
(both laugh) Good.
So, Mia tells me you're a playwright.
Yes, I-I write plays.
(Gianna laughs) What genre? Comedy? Tragedy? Love stories.
(laughs) Really? Yeah, really.
I'm, like, on page one, yeah.
(touch tones beeping) I'm gonna have to watch out for you, aren't I? (phone rings) Sorry.
(sighs) Uh, hello? Oh, my God, what a line! (laughs) Thanks.
You know what? Next Tuesday would be just perfect.
How can you talk about romantic ideals when you're duping this woman? You are like some kind of carnival huckster.
You've got it all wrong, Cortez.
Love is not about deception and trickery.
It is about truth, it is about honesty, it is about opening yourself up.
Great.
You could drop it off at the hotel.
That would be perfect.
Let me speak to her.
It's time someone set her straight.
Thanks again.
(beep) (giggling) Ah, they're dropping my luggage off at the hotel.
Um, would you mind if I put on a little bit of music? Oh, sure.
Do you want a drink? I could make some margaritas.
I'd love a margarita.
Okay.
(laughs) That would be perfect.
(siren blaring) (whistling) (Carson groans) We were so happy when you called.
How's your dad doing? Oh, he's, uh He's doing all right.
He's, you know, got a few problems every now and then with his memory.
We'd heard.
We pray for him.
Oh, thank you, Ruth.
Let me ask you something.
Have you, um have you heard from Scotty at all? (cable car bells clanging) MR.
LaMONT: Not for almost a decade.
Why? Oh, I was just thinking about him.
I thought maybe if you'd heard from him, I could give him a call.
MR.
LaMONT: Yeah.
Well, if you do, let him know.
Sure, Nash.
Thanks.
Bye.
(phone rings) Yeah? SCOTTY: What the hell are you doing talking to my parents? Well, they miss you, Scotty.
You should give them a call some time.
You just leave them out of this.
Trace on 415-555-0173.
Are you bothered by this? You sound a little emotional there, Scotty, for a cold-hearted hit man.
Don't you try to get into my head, Nash.
It won't work.
Why? I've got your target, and you've got squat.
Fifth and Market.
Don't you worry about me.
You worry about you.
SCOTTY: Well, it's about time.
You think you can win this? Yes, I do.
(phone clicks, dial tone) Cute.
Calls me on the pay phone, dials his own cell phone from a second cell phone, tapes it up, starts talking, then just keeps walking.
Bad news, brother.
He's smarter than Vinnie G.
Yeah, I noticed that.
What took you so long? There was a lot of foot traffic.
She was supposed to be dead by now.
Aziz, you really should drink less coffee.
And you need to do your job.
Now, he's in the way.
Take him out.
I told you I'm not interested.
I don't care.
I want my interests protected, and he's preventing that.
I don't kill my friends for money.
This one I'll do for free.
On second thought I don't appreciate you leaving me like that.
Oh, man.
Hey, what is that? Oh, dang, Arthur, I'm so sorry.
Next time, I promise.
Nash? Yeah.
Blueprints for City Hall courthouse.
Oh, beautiful.
Where's Karen? Uh, she's crashed up in A.
J.
's office.
All right, great.
Great hotel, huh? I have a new appreciation for the comforts of home.
(laughs) Well, don't worry.
You're safe here.
And I'm going over the blueprints of city hall and the courthouse to get you in and out safely tomorrow.
What about next week? (sighs) Karen, the only way to stop this is to stop Aziz.
And once you set foot in that courtroom, all of his money and power and influence evaporates.
So does the threat.
And the Monk? (sighs) You just take care of Aziz.
I'll take care of the Monk.
Okay.
Hang in there.
(upbeat music playing) * Ah, ah * Hey, Gianna! * I've been told there's better ways * Gianna! * Then living your life * * In future * Hey, Gianna! Oh, man.
(turns up music) I can't hear you.
Michael, isn't that a little loud? Yeah, give me the drinks.
Would you like to dance? * I love everything * Yes! Whoa! Gianna! Michael! Michael! Hey, Gianna! Michael! Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael.
Michael, hi.
I'm Gianna.
Nice to meet you.
Hi.
Uh, I thought you lived at, uh uh, 714.
Oh, no, no, 713.
Do you want to come up? Uh, yeah.
Let's go.
You know, that's so funny.
I know I wrote the right number.
Oh, really, she must've How was your flight? BRIDGES: He doesn't mind striking, even at the risk of being captured, so, whatever his move is I guarantee you it'll be bold.
SCOTTY (on video): Not bad, bubba.
But it's only half-time.
Wait a minute.
I'm going for a cold one.
Let me see this masterpiece from the beginning.
It's a work in progress.
Arthur, Arthur, Arthur! From the top! BRIDGES: All right, good.
Good, go back, now.
Go back.
All right, freeze it there.
There's something glowing in his hand.
Harve, can you blow that up? Should be able to.
Wait, this is copyrighted material, you can't do this! All right, all right, learn to collaborate.
It specifically says you can't do this! (speaks indistinctly) Yeah.
Good.
Can you move closer on that matchbook? Oh, yeah, like Antonioni's flick, right.
Blowup.
I saw that ten times.
L.
B.
Jeffries, luxury rentals.
Now, that's a very high-end rental joint.
He obviously had to get rid of that car that we tracked to the hotel.
This is cool! You know, inventory this expensive has got to have a vehicle recovery system on it.
So, we got him.
Harve, get the rep down here and get him down here right now.
Good work there, Arthur! You may have solved this homicide for us.
Yeah, well, I couldn't have done it without you.
Move along, Artie's got to work here.
Thank you, Arthur.
BRIDGES: Let me know when this guy gets here, I'm going to go check on our guest.
MICHAEL: You live here? Yeah, I know, it's a little spartan, isn't it? Just a little.
I have a couch on order.
Hmm, what's all this stuff? Nothing, it's just a hobby of mine.
I, I have, uh, astronomy, actually.
I like to watch the stars.
And listen to them, too, I see.
Yeah, stars can be so chatty, the way the gossip flies from one constellation to the other.
Okay, so, I watch other things, too.
I see.
It's interesting.
Well, I must say, Mia gave me a very different impression of you.
You should let me explain.
Oh, please, not at all.
I was totally disinterested in the girl Mia was describing.
You, on the other hand, are delightfully perverse.
I-I like to live on the edge a bit, I mean, I admit I own a pair of binoculars but you are inspired.
Show me what you do with this thing.
Nothing.
I watch people.
You like that? Watching people? Oh, my God! What? It's McGuire.
What? Damn it, he turned it off! Gianna, what? Gianna, where are you going? Come on, just have one more.
I don't want to waste it.
All righty (knocking on door) Are you expecting someone? Uh, I have no idea who that is.
Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
MAN: Hello, Gianna, good to see you.
GIANNA: Hi, Jim, how was your trip? Oh, fine.
Look, I hope I'm not interrupting.
I just came by to pick up my mail.
Oh, no, it's not a problem.
Hold on one second.
Here you go, Jim.
Thank you for your trouble, Gianna.
I really appreciate this.
No problem.
Police, freeze! Hold it right there! Michael, what are you doing? Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold it! Hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey! Put your hands against the wall! Give me your hands.
I've been waiting What the hell's going on here? I'm a cop and this guy's been a fugitive from the FBI for 20 years.
Wait, you're a cop? Yes, I'm a cop, and I'm sorry, okay? You know, everything that I said about you is true, you know? You're beautiful and you're charming and I love your laugh and Look, can you please-- can I call you? Maybe I can explain.
Uh, I don't think that would be a very good idea.
Gianna, what's going on? Who the hell are you? Why's he calling you Gianna? Do you mind? What's happening? Hi, Michael.
Uh that's Gianna.
MICHAEL: What? Michael, Gianna.
Gianna, Michael.
Listen, maybe, maybe, like, coffee sometime? Do you think? No! Um, do you want to have lunch tomorrow? Absolutely.
Isn't anyone going to read me my rights? Which car does he have? Took out a German sedan.
Can you activate the recovery system? Oh, sure.
Lenny, this is Larry.
Listen, I'm here with the cops.
Uh, we want to track (beeping) What the hell? What? What is it? He's not more than a hundred yards from here.
All right, everybody, move! He's here! Make him safe.
A.
J.
, you cover Arthur.
I'll take the upper floors.
Son of a bitch.
Scotty? It's over.
You're not walking away this time, bubba.
SCOTTY: What makes this time any different? Because this time, I'm the hit man, and you're the target.
Where are you, Nash? I'm right here, Scott.
How do you want to do this? As quickly as possible.
I still have a contract to fulfill.
You have a choice here, Scotty.
Too late, Nash.
(hissing) * * You were always better at defense, Nash.
Remember when we played football? Who'd they give the ball to when they needed to score? Huh? (clattering) Game's over, Scotty.
Put it down.
Whoa, Nash.
Baby, how'd you do that? Magic, bubba.
Well, you better shoot me now, brother, 'cause you're not going to get another chance.
Give it up, Scott.
That's not possible.
(gun thuds) (both grunting) (crashing) (grunting) (body thuds) Oh, this is gonna make an amazing movie.
Oh! Yeah, like art imitating life, huh, Art? You better have Harve get Karen home, get some sleep.
She's got an early court date.
You okay, brother? Yeah.
I should go tell his parents.
Want me to go with you this time? No.
I'll see you, bro.
Good night, bro.