Nash Bridges s02e20 Episode Script

Out of Chicago

(gunshots) MAN: I told you, I don't want to talk to nobody! Gotta get out of here! What's up, John? It's not good.
We got a barricaded suspect with hostages employees and customers.
We think he killed three before he holed up.
Did you try talking to him? No response, Lieutenant, bullhorn or phone.
MAN: I'm gonna kill you one by one! All right, send it down the line.
Nobody fires.
We got civilians in there.
That means nobody.
Right.
Excuse me, Lieutenant, are you in charge of this operation? Who are you? My name is Karen Decker.
I'm a detective with the Chicago P.
D.
I can help.
Oh, yeah? How's that? I'm working a fugitive recovery case out of Chicago.
I think the guy I'm looking for is the guy you got pinned down inside.
Really, what's his name? Julio Serrano.
You might want to know he's told anyone who'll listen he won't go back to jail, he won't get taken alive.
Well, that's good.
I always like hearing that.
Let me have that.
Serrano! Can you hear me? (gunshots) MAN: Can you hear me? (laughs) Well, no problem with his hearing.
Smoke him up, John.
Go smoke.
John, send the attack teams around the back.
You ready? Let's go.
SUSPECT: Hey! (coughing) I'll kill you! Come over here! It's the owner, Lionel Jones.
What happened to Chicago? Beats me.
Come here, come here! Stay down, come on.
I don't like this.
Me either.
Joe, I'll push him out on the balcony.
You cut him off to the other office.
Let's go.
(demented laughter) MAN: Suspect down, suspect down! All right, we are secure! NASH: He's dead.
It's not Serrano, but I know him.
It's Alex Garza.
Good work, sister.
Let me ask you something.
This the way you do things in Chicago? When I have to.
Not here.
(woman singing over bluesy organ riff) Okay, we got two wounded, three dead, uh, plus the guy who's not Serrano.
You want to tell us about your dead guy in there? Uh, what's his name, uh, Garza? He's Julio Serrano's number two from Chicago.
But I can't figure out why he got himself in a shootout in a boat dealership.
(chuckles) That's funny.
I was just gonna ask you that question.
I can't reveal details of a major crime unit investigation.
Oh, really? Well, wait a minute, sister.
You stroll in here to our barricaded hostage situation, join the party uninvited, kill the suspect uninvited, and now you want to tell me that your case is classified? Boy, that's rich.
Yes, sir.
I have news for you, Lieutenant.
I was invited to this party.
Letters from your mayor and your chief.
I've been granted unrestricted access to all departmental resources.
I guess that doesn't include you, huh? Oh, well, what the hell would you need me for? You got that big nine millimeter and an even bigger chip on your shoulder.
You'll do fine.
Look, the way I see it, Garza killed those two men up there and the owner.
Do you have any idea why he would kill a San Francisco boat dealer? Oh, yeah, I got a hell of an idea, but you're damn sure gonna tell me everything you know first.
You guys want me to referee here? Okay? I'll call jump ball.
Come on.
Okay, Garza was a muscle guy for Serrano.
Strictly an order taker.
He did enforcement.
And Serrano? Here's his picture.
He's a class one narcotics trafficker, wanted for a particularly brutal murder that rocked Chicago last week.
What's Serrano doing here? We put the squeeze on him and he fled.
I got tipped that he was in San Francisco with his drug profits, on his way out of the country.
All right.
This guy, Lionel Jones, he's a small time money cleaner.
He sells boats, but his main deal is, uh, exporting people.
He sells, uh, kind of a package thing.
He'll clean your money and, uh, give you a new identity, all in one shot.
So Serrano must have come to Lionel to buy a package.
Yeah.
Lionel was probably, uh, negotiating a little too tight a deal.
So, Serrano sends Garza in to make sure that Lionel understands his negotiating position.
But Lionel Jones has his own muscle.
Garza doesn't expect it.
Mm-hmm.
Garza wins the battle, but loses the war.
Somebody calls it in, and we show up before he can shoot his way out.
That's pretty good.
It's a theory.
Got any ideas about how we can find Serrano? Yeah, I've got ideas.
But I need help.
(sighs) Meet us at the SIU.
We'll see what we can do.
Hey, Nash, you wanna take a look at these weapons before I run them through ballistics? Karen Decker? Evan Cortez, out of Chicago.
Evan, hi! Yeah, she's the one that suggested that I come to San Francisco to become a cop.
Remember that little chat that we had? Changed my life.
Well, I'm glad everything worked out.
Yeah, so far, so good.
You can go ahead and run those guns on in.
I got this cell phone off Garza.
Wanna run the numbers for me? Sure, is this Garza guy out of Chicago? I mean, you gonna be working with us for a little while? Looks that way.
Cool, cool.
I'm fully on it.
See you, Joe.
Yeah, later, man.
You don't remember him, do you, Chicago? Of course not.
He's one of the Cortez family.
There's about 30 of them in the Chicago P.
D.
(chuckles) I didn't think so.
So, uh, what do you think of our Chicago detective? I'm trying not to.
Well, she's smart, she's a babe, and she's a hell of a shot.
Yeah, why does that bother me? Yeah, well, take your mind off it.
Come out to the track with me.
Not a chance! Aw, come on, man.
Mr.
Woody's coming down from Del Mar today.
We've got him stabled out at Golden Gate Fields and we're meeting with his new trainer today.
Bubba, in the first place, I'm not all that damn happy that you talked Nick into bringing that horse up here anyway.
Oh, come on, you said yourself it was a good hobby for him.
Well, that's before I knew it was a cash sinkhole.
Well, don't worry, this weekend's race is not gonna cost him a cent.
What race? Mr.
Woody's running his first stake race on Saturday, man.
Don't worry, I put up the fee in exchange for a percentage of the winnings.
I don't wanna hear about this.
Don't, don't tell me about it.
I don't wanna know.
You asked.
NASH: This ought to be interesting.
We'll figure it out.
DOMINGUEZ: All right.
Gimme the skinny on this Karen Decker dame.
Well, she's famous in Chicago.
She makes the society page and the crime page.
But she does make the crime page? Oh, yeah, she does.
Well, that's good.
Yeah, she catches a lot of bad guys.
You know, big time drug dealers, gang leaders, that kind of thing.
So, she's a good cop, huh? Yeah, in Chicago, she's like a female version of you.
(laughing) No wonder I thought she was so sexy.
Oh, baby! Wow, that's nice.
Never seen a police station on a boat before.
NASH: It's kind of an earthquake damaged space shortage city bureaucracy sort of a thing.
Yeah, that was my first thought.
I don't even have a window back home.
Hi, Evan.
Good morning, Karen.
Uh, Nash, here's the numbers from Garza's phone.
Six calls to Isiah Harper.
Who the hell's he? I busted him once on a possession for sale thing.
He deals crystal meth.
Serrano's a Dexedrine addict.
Hmm, now we're getting somewhere.
So, uh, anything you wanted to tell us? Later.
Your lead is better.
Okay.
Let's run out and meet this guy, Isiah Harper.
Evan, call us in the car with the address.
Oh, and by the way, this guy Serrano, he's gonna be lookin' for somebody to launder his money.
Grab Harvey and work it.
There we go.
Oh, baby.
Bootin' this thing is a recipe for torn cartilage.
Well, you got any ideas? Yep.
What is it? Hi, there! You must be Isiah.
NASH: How you doing today? Uh, listen we're looking to buy some crank.
Are you cops? (laughing) Yeah, we're cops.
Come on, Isiah.
If we were cops, would we come up and knock on your door and ask you for dope? Well, she don't look like a cop.
She looks like a supermodel.
She's Cindy Crawford.
As a matter of fact, we're all supermodels.
Come on, man, open the door.
Yeah, open it up.
NASH: We're late for an SI swimsuit shoot.
Okay.
Damn! Oh, oh, man.
Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man, oh, man! Wait a minute, wait a minute! You, you, you said you weren't cops! Police.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, we said we were supermodels.
Yeah, there's a big difference there.
Now, this is beautifully organized here, Isiah.
What do you got here? About ten thousand hits? That's not good.
Not with three felony cases already.
Oh, man, what do you want? Julio Serrano.
Julio Julio Julio's responsible for all this? Well, the hell with him, man! Now that's a good attitude.
I want you to hold that thought.
Tell me where we can find him.
I don't know, I don't know.
He, he just comes here to buy.
Just, just comes here to buy.
NASH: When? He wanted some Ohio yellowjackets, 300 meg.
I got them for him.
He's coming by tomorrow to pick them up at 10:00.
You can't call him, page him? No! No, no, no, man! Don't know many salesmen who don't know how to reach their clients.
Hey, look, I'm telling you the truth.
I can't reach him, but he's coming by tomorrow.
He's coming by tomorrow.
All right, relax! I'm gonna say, you better stop sampling your own product.
You're gonna have a heart attack there, son.
We'll be back.
KAREN: You believe Isiah? Enough to leave him sitting there.
But we'll cover the bases.
I'll get Harvey and Evan to sit on Isiah's building.
That's a good idea.
And tomorrow morning, we'll set up for Serrano's arrival at 10:00.
Uh, in the meantime, I'm taking Nick to the track.
I don't wanna know about this.
Don't tell me.
Bye-bye! So, you know any good places to eat in town? There's a couple.
I'll tell you what: You pick one out, I'll buy you dinner.
You got a deal.
I'm at the A.
N.
A.
Pick me up at 8:00 The trainer said he'd (horse whinnies) Oh, there's Mr.
Woody right there.
What a beautiful horse.
All right, boy.
It's gonna be okay.
Magnificent.
Uh, excuse me.
Are you Gordon the horse trainer? Yup.
Hi, I'm Joe Dominguez.
This is Nick Bridges, the owner.
A pleasure.
Gordon Shaw.
Y'all got a problem with your horse.
Problem? What problem? He can't run.
What do you mean, he can't run? He's so sluggish, he barely made it around the track today.
What's the matter with him? (spits) He's melancholy.
Pardon me? He's sad.
I never heard of a horse bein' sad.
Well, uh, can you fix it? Sad ain't a sore muscle.
Can't fix sad.
Can't fix sad (chuckles) Well, that's it? You got any ideas? Hope it passes.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Can this horse run on Saturday? I don't advise it.
I paid $300,000 for that horse.
You race him like this, you ain't gonna be able to give him away.
(horse whinnies) More chianti? Thank you.
It's a good bottle.
I want to be Italian.
That's, uh, very doable.
What are your terms, Mr.
Wilkes? Well, Mr.
Serrano, I charge a hundred thousand for the new papers, $35,000 for the onshore Australian accounts, and a fee of 20% to clean your money.
That's not unreasonable.
Oh, I've never had a complaint.
(chuckles) You're still alive.
That's the best testimony of all.
What's the timetable? Well, I'll need to have you sign a number of bank and immigration documents in the next few days, then, uh, getting the paperwork back takes about a week.
Did you happen to catch today's Metro section? I hear Lionel Jones tried to renegotiate with his last client.
I, uh, I don't operate that way.
Good.
Good, then let's call it a deal.
You can't contact me.
I'll call you.
Let's hope our next stakeout is Jenny McCarthy.
I wish.
You think, uh, Serrano's gonna show up? Tonight? I doubt it.
But I always love your company.
(loud crash) Holy moley What the hell was that? It's Isiah.
The fall didn't kill him.
He's got two slugs in his chest.
Yeah, Nash.
Nash, Isiah's dead.
All right.
I'm gonna pick up Karen, and then I'll be right there.
(indistinct radio transmission) Ah, I probably should've let you change clothes.
Oh, no, I like to dress for the crime scene.
How often do you keep your dinner reservations? About 50-50.
Your social life sounds like mine.
(chuckles) What life? All right, what do we got? Nothing.
No forensics at all.
Which means whoever did this is a pro.
No one heard a thing, so our guy must have used a silencer.
Then he went out the window.
There wasn't a mark on the door, so, uh, Isiah must have known the guy, whoever it was, and let him in.
Kinda all points one way, doesn't it? Serrano.
And if you want a capper, those Ohio yellowjackets Serrano special ordered, looks like the only pills missing.
Mm.
If it was one of his street druggies, I mean, they would have taken his TV, stereo, whatever.
BRIDGES: Harv, get the guys with the white gloves in here.
Have them scour the place top to bottom.
Let's find the hair, let's find the fingerprint NADLER: To me, the tremendous rewards of this program are to see how the techniques of hypnosis used on humans can work even more effectively on dogs.
NASH: Joe? Mm? Joe? You wanna get on this case? Oh.
Yeah, yeah.
Beautiful.
I'm out of here.
Shall we? Even the wily and tenacious Jack Russell terrier can transform to a very mellow, loving dog.
MAN: Is that right? Well, dinner turned out okay.
It's not what I expected, but it was, mm, delicious.
I'm glad you liked it.
This is where I was gonna bring you in the first place.
Yeah, I, I get that.
That makes sense.
Oh Got a little profile workin' on me? A picture is forming, but it's not complete.
How long have you been on the job? And why do you still do it? I like it.
You never know what the hell's gonna happen.
And it's fun.
I guess when it stops being fun, I'll stop doing it.
How about you? like 20.
I can relate.
(chuckles) But like you, the thing I like best are the unexpected moments like this one.
MAN: Your check, Inspector.
Thank you.
I said I'd buy.
Oh, no, no, no, no, I got it, I got it.
"$15.
95"? (chuckles) It's Chinatown, Jake.
(chuckles) Ah, very nice.
Thank you.
"You are never selfish with your advice or help.
" Boy, that's an understatement if I ever heard one.
(chuckles) What's yours? (clears throat) (speaks Chinese) Give me that.
That's the, uh, Chinese version.
Well, my version is "You will meet a mysterious stranger.
" (phone rings) Bad timing.
(phone beeps) Nash.
No, no, no.
No, I got it.
Yeah, we'll be right there.
Okay.
I think we may have just gotten ourselves a lead.
You got any brothers or sisters? I've got a sister-- Stacy.
She's an assistant district attorney.
I had a brother-- Bobby, but, uh, he went to Vietnam and ended up MIA.
Sorry to hear that.
Ah, it was a long time ago.
In fact, this was his car.
It's still on loan.
It belonged to Bobby.
What about you? I'm an only child.
Can't you tell? Hey, baby.
Whoa! Whoa! Do you want a short life, dirtball? See, that's a citizen complaint right there.
Hold on.
Hold your horses here.
Who's this guy? Who's the sister with the big gun? This is Karen Decker.
She's a detective from Chicago.
Karen, this is Justice Scott.
He's a snitch from San Francisco.
I prefer the term "Minister of Information.
" Get in.
Thank you.
Come on, Nash.
We holding up traffic.
Did I tell you I think this is a crazy idea? Yeah, about two dozen times, Nick.
I don't get it, Dad.
How can you have a horse and never ride it? You know, son, I'm a little too nervous to discuss this right now, if you don't mind.
No problem.
Dr.
Nadler, uh, how'd it go? Well, I, I'm pleased.
Yeah? I've never actually done this type of treatment on a horse before, but he seems to be under.
Oh, great.
Uh, can we see? All right, but please be very quiet.
DOMINGUEZ: Is he, uh, hypnotized now? I've never seen a hypnotized horse before.
How can you tell? Shh! What sort of suggestion would you like me to introduce? Suggest that he doesn't need to be depressed.
Yeah.
Yeah, that's right.
And also that it's, it's okay to run fast.
Especially this Saturday at the mile-and-an-eighth $130,000 stake race.
It's okay to run as fast as he can.
Fast.
Mile-and-an-eighth stakes race this Saturday.
Got it.
Well, if this is the man you're lookin' for, I can help you.
That would be him.
Serrano.
I know where he is right this second.
Right now? What? Is she here on some remedial training program? You wanna get remedial, we can get remedial.
Relax.
He just wants to get paid.
$200.
What? Pay him.
Excuse me.
Who's informant is he? Hey, Chicago, I just spent my last 20 bucks on dinner.
JUSTICE: Come on.
Give it up.
(sighs) Just get us Serrano.
Okay.
He's in my friend Mario's Canadian massage parlor down on Howard and Spear.
Canadian massage parlor? See, the Oriental angle's gotten a little too competitive, and frankly, passé.
BRIDGES: This is it? JUSTICE: That's it.
Home of the two- for-one special.
Nice doin' business with you.
Come back again sometime.
I'm outta here.
Peace! Stay alive.
Good evening.
We're looking for Julio Serrano.
Je regrete, monsieurs, je ne parle pas l'anglais.
Uh-huh.
(speaks French) Formidable! (speaks French) Jerks.
MAN: Hey, man! Oop.
Sorry.
Excuse me.
Didn't know that was possible.
I guess they ran a little short on Canadian masseuses, huh? MAN: Do you mind? Whoa! How do you do that, bub? MAN: Who the hell are you? Where are Monique and Bridget? Serrano! Freeze! (girl gasps) (girl gasping) Hey! (woman shrieks) Get down! (gunshot) (women shrieking) Move! Move! Hey! Hey! * * Stop the train! Stop! Stop the train! Police! He's in the muni car! Let's go! Not a chance, Chicago.
We'll never beat him to the next stop.
Why didn't you run? I don't like to run.
Besides all that, I knew Serrano was gone the moment he hit the stairs.
(chuckles): Are you gonna be okay? He was right through the glass.
It's all right.
You can take it out on me.
As long as you promise not to shoot me.
I don't make promises.
You know, you didn't need to walk me home.
I'm a big girl.
Oh, it's not for you.
It's for the safety of the rest of the folks here in San Francisco.
KAREN (laughs): Funny.
(laughs): I wasn't being funny.
I'm serious.
(chuckles softly) Yeah? Well, come here.
I want to show you how we do something else in Chicago.
Wait a minute, sister.
I may have something to say about this, you know.
I'm thinking.
So think.
Was he happy this morning, Gordon? How's this work, uh, one spit, yes, two spits, no? GORDON: Here he comes.
Oh, man, that is one fast horse! What's the matter? How'd he do? Your horse just ran the fastest split I've ever seen on this track.
Why that's blinding speed! That's Kentucky Derby speed! (laughter) We're gonna be rich! Kentucky Derby, huh? Yeah! All right! Hey, morning, Nash-man.
Where's, uh, Karen? Uh, sleeping in.
Oh, yeah? You say that with authority.
And that's all I'm saying.
Well, you know what, I'm in such a good mood this morning, I'm not even gonna pry.
Dare I ask? Bubba, you are looking at a soon to be rich man.
And also, you are the son of a soon to be rich man.
You're gonna adopt me? No, your dad is soon to be rich.
Listen, I was just down at the track.
I watched Mr.
Woody's morning workout.
He broke three track records.
What? Man, this sucker blazes, man! He's a cross between Secretariat and a Millenium Falcon.
You're kidding.
I'm not kidding.
As a matter of fact, I'm going to, uh, put down the insurance money I got on the bar on him.
O-On a bet? Mm-hmm.
(chuckles): No, no, no, no, tell me you're not doing that.
Man, it's gonna be five-to-one odds at post time.
You know what my payoff's gonna be? Here's the litmus test.
Did you tell Inger? Look, you know Gordon, the trainer? He knows every other horse in the race.
He said Mr.
Woody's gonna win in a cakewalk.
Man, he got it right from the horse's mouth.
Yeah? Well, I want it from the other nine horses.
Doubting Thomas.
Well, good morning, gentlemen.
And, uh, who's he? David Wilkes-- Serrano's newest business partner.
Oh, really? Yeah.
Mr.
Wilkes is a money launderer with an open warrant from his latest prior, so we take a look around his place.
Guess what we find? Passport photos of Julio Serrano.
Nice job.
And is, uh, Mr.
Wilkes cooperative? Well, I took a further look onto his desk, and I noticed some deposit receipts from offshore accounts that didn't look particularly kosher to me, Nash.
So I mentioned a number of tax forms, asked him if he'd ever filed them, and, uh, that's about the time that Mr.
Wilkes became particularly cooperative.
So he's ready to sing.
(chuckles) You're awesome, Harv.
Yeah, well, I knew that doing my own taxes would someday come in handy.
Let's take Mr.
Wilkes to our own private little chatroom.
Where do we find Julio Serrano? I-I don't know.
I have a thought for you: IRS.
Look, I want to tell you, but I can't.
Serrano is a paranoid.
He won't let me call or contact him.
He calls me.
All right, when did you last hear from him? This morning.
He came to my place to get those passport photos.
And we had dinner last night.
You had dinner last night? Yeah.
Where? What time was it? Uh, it was about 8:00 to 10:00.
Uh, place called Silvia's on Lawton, out in the Sunset.
.
Yeah, yeah, I know about it, uh, down near the beach.
Are you sure it was between 8:00 and 10:00? Absolutely positive.
Uh, excuse us for a minute.
(sighs) Did he just say that? Bastard gave Serrano an alibi, and he didn't even know it.
Well, if Serrano didn't kill Isiah Harper, then who did? Do you know Isiah Harper? No.
Ever heard the name? No, I haven't, no.
Do you know why Serrano left Chicago? (chuckles): Yes, he said there was a dirty cop there that was trying to kill him.
Did he say what the cop's name was? No.
All right, what were his exact words? Well, he said there was this dirty cop stealing money off the top of drug deals the cop was taking down.
So Serrano set the cop up.
He broke in, stole the cop's stash of dirty cash and hit the road.
The, uh, cash that you were gonna launder for, uh, Serrano.
Correct.
(chuckles) Ripping off a dirty cop, that's, uh, almost a perfect crime, isn't it? Yeah.
Unless the dirty cop finds you and kills you.
Man, how did we get snowed so bad? It happens.
All right, let's assume it's her.
(chuckles): For the sake of argument.
Okay, she's using us to lead her to Serrano so she can kill him, right? That's right.
And maybe even get her money back.
So she killed Isiah Harper so she'd get a lead on Serrano ahead of us, huh? Yep.
And used me as the alibi.
Man, that is cold.
Tell me about it, brother.
So, how do we play it? Keep working the case.
Pretend like nothing's changed.
We need to find Serrano and keep him alive, if we can.
Yeah, well, he is the key, isn't he? Yep.
When she gets here, I'll take her someplace, distract her.
You and Evan go over and search her hotel room, see if you can find a gun, a silencer anything.
(sighs): Okay, bub.
KAREN: So, where are we going? We're, uh, gonna go visit a guy by the name of Jimmy Riggio.
He's an outfit guy here in town.
I know Riggio.
He's out of Chicago.
He and Serrano did time together.
You're subdued today.
It's just part of the profile.
Just when I thought I was getting to know you.
(chuckles) There's always a new wrinkle, isn't there? Yeah.
You know, back in Chicago, Riggio's claim to fame was reputedly selling $7 million of cocaine in one month at age 24.
(whistles) That'll keep you in sneakers, won't it? Yeah.
What would you do with that kind of money? I'd go someplace far, far away.
How about Tuscany? That's where I've always wanted to go.
Tuscany's good.
I like Italian food.
(phone rings) Oh.
Karen Decker.
MAN: Hey, I got that information.
Yeah, go ahead.
Well, Serrano's staying at the Hightower Bay Hotel Uh-huh.
Right.
Let me check on that and get back to you.
Thanks.
Nash, can you drop me back at the hotel? I, uh, got a little crisis on one of my other cases back in Chicago.
All my paperwork's back in my room.
Sure.
How about right after the interview? No, it's important-- I really have to get back.
All right.
Hey, Joe.
Huh? Check this out.
What do you got? What the hell is that? It's a contact sheet.
Drug dealers use it to put all their contacts on one easy-to-hide piece of paper.
Except it's in code.
If this is from Isiah Harper's.
That puts Karen at the murder scene, right? Yeah, well, we got to prove it first.
We got to crack this code now.
Room service.
Breakfast is served.
Serrano! Come on.
Stairs.
I'll walk you up.
No, no.
It'll take too long.
I'll call you when I'm done.
Ma'am.
Thank you.
Excuse me, where can I get a cab besides the front entrance? There's another stand on the plaza through those doors, ma'am.
Thank you.
(phone rings) Nash.
Nash-man, it's me.
Hey, listen, we ran into Serrano.
He came to the hotel to try to take out Karen but saw us instead.
NASH: Really.
Where is he now? We're looking for him.
What are you doing? Following Karen.
She's up to something.
She's headed outside toward the plaza escalators.
Okay, we'll meet you there.
* * Serrano's down here; I just saw him.
Where's Karen? That's the million- dollar question.
Joe, try there.
Evan, back inside.
Right.
Police! Get down! (gunshot, people yelling) Stay down! Stay down! Serrano! Give it up! We want to cut a deal! I just saw Karen.
Go around that way and cut her off over here.
(shouts) Don't do it.
Why not? I'm dead any way you look at it.
Drop it! (gunshots, woman screams) He's dead.
You saved my life.
The room key in Serrano's pocket is from the Hightower Bay Hotel.
He checked in with a lot of luggage.
All three are fully loaded and, uh, rough count is about $1.
4 million.
Great.
We kill the guy for her, and she walks away with her money.
Not necessarily.
You guys keep this money down here out of sight and don't say a word to anybody about the count.
HARVEY: Got it.
Well, I appreciate that, Chief, but credit should go the SFPD.
They made it happen.
Yes.
Well, thank you.
Uh-huh, bye.
Here's copies of all the Chicago PD reports.
All I need is the transfer on Serrano's money.
Got it right here.
You headed straight back to Chicago? Yeah.
I have a 5:15 plane.
I'm gonna miss you, Nash.
Meeting you was the best part of my trip.
Well, maybe I'll run into you sometime.
Well, I hope so.
If I ever get to Tuscany, will you visit me? (chuckles): I just might.
I'd like that.
Here's your transfer order form.
And from what I was told, the carrier service will deliver the $500,000 in Chicago on Monday.
This is the receipt for the $500,000? Yeah.
That's our department form.
Thanks.
See you, Nash.
Bye, Karen.
Did she just ice us? I mean, that was the coolest reaction I've ever seen.
If she gets on that plane and goes back to Chicago, we will never touch her.
Man, we've got evidence.
Enough to make a case against the hero cop from Chicago? I don't think so.
Man, if I was her, I'd take the 500 grand and, you know, consider myself lucky to get out of town.
She's not the type that's gonna play it safe, bubba.
But, then, I've been wrong about her before.
I guess you missed your flight.
You pissed me off.
Don't think for a minute I won't kill you.
You were good, Nash.
Real good.
But it wasn't worth a million dollars.
(door closes) Now, drive.
(starts engine) So, tell me something.
Why'd you do it? Just give me the money, Nash.
What do you say we split it? Ha! Sorry, I earned it.
(chuckles) No, you didn't.
You stole it.
No, I earned it.
For every fight I got into, every bullet that came my way, for every case I made that no one else could make.
You're a cop; that's what you do.
(groans) Millions of dollars passed through my hands that I never touched.
I only took what I deserve.
Now, get me my money.
What makes you think I took it? Because I know you, Nash.
You know what my profile is on you? You're just like me.
No.
I'm nothing like you.
Put the gun down.
DOMINGUEZ: Drop it, Karen.
Drop it.
Do it.
Right now.
Drop it.
Put the gun down.
Come on! Oh, I get it-- you're all in on this together.
(chuckling) Yeah, we're all in on it together, aren't we, boys? (clears throat): See that tape recorder? We have all your conversation on it.
Do you get it? You're busted, babe.
(handcuffs clicking) ANNOUNCER: The field for the $130,000 stake is at the gate.
You see him there, Nash? There he is, Mr.
Woody, number two.
Wow! Nick, he looks great.
Are you kidding? He can't wait to run.
J.
J.
's laying the bet down on him right now.
The flag is up.
They're all set for our featured event.
(bell rings) Go, Woody! Go, Mr.
Woody! Come on, Woody! Fields of Glory is running second, and Miller's Junction is out in the middle of the pack, but Mr.
Woody has opened up along to the back stretch and Mr.
Woody's gone clear by Three.
Now Neat-o Benito begins to make up ground in second, and Girl from Zanzibar Joe! Open your eyes! He's gonna win the race! Go, Mr.
Woody! Come on, Woody! Come on, baby! Into the far turn, and Mr.
Woody is well clear He's gonna win! He's gonna win the race! He's gonna do it, son! Come on! Go, Mr.
Woody! Mr.
Woody is still clear in front.
It's Mr.
Woody Go, Woody, go! (neighing) It's unbelievable! He's just stopped at the end pole! Mr.
Woody will not go on! He's stopped to a standstill, and Fields of Glory is gonna go on to win! Fields of Glory wins from Miller's Junction! The assistant's now running down to Mr.
Woody to try to get him to complete the circuit.
He just stopped running! What did you tell that hypnotist? I told him a a mile and a eighth.
It was a mile and a quarter, not a mile and an eighth! Well, you were standing right there.
You heard me-- why didn't you say anything? I thought you had it figured! Wha Nick! I saw it on TV.
I'm so sorry, Dad.
I Don't call me Dad.
Your mother's gonna take custody, I know.
She can't do that-- I'm 21.
Anyway, what happened was I ran into my friend Kyle from Santa Cruz.
Uh, guy with the ska band, black guitar.
Yeah, the guitar.
Anyway, he's between gigs right now, so he's, uh, selling frozen lemonades here.
J.
J.
, I really don't want to hear this story right now.
I think you do.
Oh, God.
We were just talking, and the race started a lot faster than I thought and and th-that's why I didn't make the bet.
What are you telling me, son? The dude at the counter wouldn't take my money because he said it was too late.
You've still got the money? I love you, son.
Mm! (laughing): I've still got the money! Hey! I've got the money! I still have the money.
The luckiest man in America.
Well, I hope you two have learned your damn lesson.
Of course I did-- now we know he can run, huh? Wait till next race! Hey, Woody, rest! (relieved sighing) Oh, God.
(Dominguez laughing)
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