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You can't be leaving
work every day

to run me across town.

Now, I'm thinking we
should reexamine the idea

of my getting a
driver's license.

Uh, let's examine this idea.

Cassidy is auditing a
forestry class over at UCSF.

I'll bet she'd be
happy to help out.

She doesn't want
to spend her time

running an old man around town.

Well, it won't hurt to ask.

She'll get enough of
that in your golden years.

Cold shot, Nick. Yeah.

Cold shot.

Hello.

Good morning, sweetheart.

How's it going?

I'm swamped.

Mr. Hornstein's
letting me evaluate

grant proposals submitted
to his Eco Green Foundation.

Congratulations. You've
only been there a month,

and you're already taking over.

Not quite, but...

Uh, listen, sweetheart,

your grandfather's doing
a little volunteer thing

over at the university.

I was wondering if you could
help out with the transpo.

Yeah, I'd be happy to.

I just can't guarantee I'll be
available when he needs to go.

Well, don't worry about it.

Between you and me and Stacy,

we ought to be
able to work it out.

Hold on.

What's wrong?

I heard something.

What?

I don't know, a thump.

Sweetheart, call
building security.

I mean, I'm 20 stories up.

It's broad daylight.

The front door is dead-bolted.

How much safer
could I possibly be?

Cassidy?

Daddy!

Nick, put the
bubble on the dash.

Cassidy?

Cassidy.

He's still here.

He's still here?

Come on, guys, help me.

All right, here's what you do.

Don't let anybody...
Anybody... past that door.

Take her out there
and keep her safe.

♪ ♪

Freeze!

Hey, how's Cassidy?

She's okay; got a bruise or two.

She's lucky.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Man, it'd take a pair
of extra-large ones

to do a Greg
Louganis off of here.

Yeah, why don't
you call Burglary.

See it they're working
anything similar.

And if they are?

We're taking it over.

Hey, Nash, we got his rig.

He got caught up in a tree,
and he had to cut his way down.

Anybody see him?
Nah, nobody saw a thing.

We're out canvassing
the neighborhood,

but, uh, right now, nothing.

How's that happen?

Doesn't anybody
look up in this city?

A guy scales a
building 20 stories up

and then jumps off
and nobody sees him.

You saw him.

Besides me.

All right, you don't BASE
jump with an ordinary chute.

Let's see if we
can run that down.

You got it.

Yeah, man, I wouldn't
jump off of here

for all the beans in Mexico.

Would you jump off here?

If I had me chasing
me, you bet your ass.

Talked to the owner
about everything.

Harve. Yeah.

What do you got?

Well, it wasn't no mood ring.

The stolen item was an
antique brocade necklace,

made in St. Petersburg,
circa late 1800s,

appraised at...
You ready for this...

5.2 mil.

Ah. Hope it was insured.

Is this Hornstein's mother?

Sylvia.

The necklace was
a family heirloom

that was taken by the Nazis,

turned up in a Swiss
bank after the war

and only repatriated to
Hornstein a couple months ago.

Anything else taken?

Still checking.

All right, call the
insurance company.

I need documentation on
this necklace and a picture of it.

I want to know what
we're looking for here.

Good.

Just leave my schedule
on top of my desk

with my call sheets and then
take the rest of the day off.

Oh, that won't be
necessary, Mr. Hornstein.

I'll call you if I need you.

Yes, sir.

Inspector, I shouldn't have to

spell out how treasured
this necklace is to me.

No, sir, that's very clear.

I expect this to
get top priority.

If you don't think you can
find the thief, tell me now.

I'll get someone who can.

I don't think you're
gonna find anyone

more motivated to
solve this case than me.

Nice to hear.

Sweet man.

Oh, yeah.

No, you don't have to.

No, really, Mom.

She wants to come home.

Let me talk to her.

Look, here's Daddy.

Hi, sweetheart.

Yeah.

No, she's fine,
everything's fine.

No, no, no, no.

You don't have to
come home from Paris.

Stay where you are.

She can move in at
my place for a few days.

And if anything changes,
we'll let you know.

Yeah, we love you, too.

Bye.

I don't need you to
baby-sit me either.

Just for a few days.

It would make me
feel better, okay?

Fine.

I'm glad you're okay, brat.

Me, too.

I'm going to the john.

Go ahead. Hey, Nick.

What's St. Nick up to?

Well, Nick's been doing
some volunteering work

over at the university
research center.

That's where we were headed

until we got
derailed by this thing.

So, how's Cassidy doing?

She's okay. She's tough.

Oh, gee, I wonder
where she got that from.

Lisa. Yeah.

So, uh, did you call Burglary?

I did. And?

They're real
familiar with this guy.

He's pulled at least seven
other jobs that they know of.

But they're getting nowhere with

their investigation, so
they were darn happy

to hand it over to us.

What's the M.O. on Spider Dude?

Spider Dude works
between 20 and 35 stories up.

He free ascends...
That means no ropes.

It's all luxury high-rises

and office buildings.

He enters through balcony
doors or through windows.

What about locks or alarms?

35 stories up, who bothers?

He seems to not only
know that his victims are rich,

but also knows that
they're not gonna be home.

Anything else?

Yeah, he takes only

the high-end stuff,
he leaves the junk.

And before this morning,
his take was between

two and 300 grand per job.

After this morning, he
could save himself trouble

and buy a helicopter.

What do we got on the chute?

Well, the chute was
called a Sorcerer 666,

designed specifically
for BASE jumping.

We know who sells it?

Well, they're available at
several Bay Area extreme stores,

and this one was
completely customized.

All right, let's
find out who does

this kind of work, and Harve?

Whoever has this necklace

is gonna try and move it.

So let's run down
our usual fences.

And concentrate on,
uh, Mr. Leroy Pink.

Leroy Pink... who's that?

He's a high-end fence,
a particularly vile, man.

Yeah, and the principal
proponent of the theory

that cologne is an effective
substitute for bathing.

Have fun!

Joe? Hmm?

Do you remember that
extreme nut ball that jumped off

the Golden Gate Bridge
about a month ago?

Yeah. He was a street
performer or something.

Yeah. What was his name?

Uh... Eddie.

Eddie Green. Green, right, yeah.

Yeah, that's it.

Why don't you see if
you can run him down?

Think he's our man?

I think he might know our guy.

Hmm. Okay.

Good morning, sis. Hey, bro.

Morning, Dad.

And a beautiful good
morning to you, Stacy.

How's Cassidy?

Oh, she's okay.

Oh, good. I'll stop by

and see her after work.

That'd be good. Thanks, sis.

Let's rock and roll.

Uh, wait a minute, Dad.

Uh, since we're all here,
maybe you could explain

where exactly
it is you're going.

I told you I'm volunteering
at the university.

Yes, but you haven't told me

what kind of
volunteer work it is.

She's doing the jury
summation thing on me, Nash.

Stop it, Dad.

Well, you are.

Oh, so you don't care
what your father does?

Stacy, I'm sure he has a very
good reason for not telling us.

Right, Nick?

I signed a
confidentiality agreement.

You what?

What are you doing there?

I'm doing a research project.

It's engaging.

It's keeping me occupied.

Believe it our not, I
managed quite well

without your approval
of my activities

for many years of my life.

Can't argue with that.

I even raised three children.

Although I sometimes
wonder how well.

I am not going to be made

to feel guilty for
being responsible.

Stacy,

we have to respect his privacy.

I'm telling you, I'm going
to be saying "I told you so."

Let's go, Dad.

Great, 'cause I'm late.

Do you punks know
who the hell I am?!

Yeah, you're the rank-smelling
fence who ripped us off.

I told you I would
give you the going rate.

That's what I gave you.

No, that necklace was worth

ten times more than
what you gave us for it.

What, you want full
retail on a hot piece?

Go to hell.

No, we just want
what's coming to us.

I gave you what you had coming.

You know, you
should kiss my ring

for even dealing
with punks like you.

I got more friends in this town

than the two of you got teeth.

I'm protected.

We don't care who
your friends are, Leroy.

With enemies like us, you're
not gonna be around long.

Listen, we're gonna be
moving a lot of high-end stuff.

We need a reliable fence.

Come on, work with us.

I'm Leroy Pink, damn it!

If I'm still here in two
minutes, you punks are over.

Leroy, something
tells me, in two minutes,

you're gonna be gone.

It's really horrible, Kyle.

I don't think I've
ever been so scared.

Just laying there on
the floor, all tied up.

I didn't know if I
was gonna live or die.

Awful.

I wish I was there
to protect you.

I wish you had been, too.

My dad's good,
though. He'll get him.

What?

Nothing.

So, what now? I mean, uh...

Are you out of it, or
will you actually have

to go down and I.D. this guy
when your dad brings him in?

I don't know.

You know, he was wearing a mask.

I couldn't see his face.

Except for his eyes.

I'd remember the eyes.

What, the color?

No, the intensity.

Well, you know they say,
they say in extreme sports,

to conquer your fears,
you got to fly in the face of it.

Easier said than done.

I'm sorry, Cass.

It's okay.

I'm glad you're here.

Cassidy, look, I... I got
to be honest with you.

I know the timing really
sucks here, but, uh...

What?

Well, I'm just not sure if...

What? You want to break up?

No. I...

God, I just don't want
anything else to happen to you.

Nothing's gonna happen to me.

Listen, I want you to
know, no matter what,

you are the best thing
that's ever happened to me.

You better believe it.

So, uh, no second thoughts

about Cassidy taking
the year off school?

I mean, even after this morning?

Bubba, that girl hasn't
had second thoughts

in her entire life.

No. I was talking about you.

I'd rather she went to school,

but that bus has already left.

Hey, I think that
might be our guy there.

You sure?

I don't know. Let's find out.

Hey, you're pretty good.

Hey, thanks, dude.

Monetary appreciation
is most welcome.

Give me a fin.

That's a five, right?

Yes.

There you go.

Thanks, dude. What's your name?

My name's Eddie.

Okay, Eddie. Take my card.

Ah.

"Juggling, fire-eating,
house-sitting"?

Well, you don't do those
at the same time, do you?

Here, let me give you

my card.

Uh...

What is that?

Uh, technically, I think
it's called skipping.

No, no.

That's, that's
running, isn't it?

Well, one of them is.

I hate that.

Whoa!

Eddie.

Yeah, the guy in the middle.

Get in the car.

You guys should have more
respect for the extreme athlete.

It's about the future, dude.

And in the future,
all Olympic events

will be forms of extreme games.

Is that right?

Yeah.

Because extreme sports
is as much about the mind

as it is about the body.

It's all about psyching
yourself up, dude.

And it takes
supreme intelligence

to be an extreme sports

participant.

Hey, these are burritos, hombre.

I asked you for tacos.

I got you both, Eddie.

You dudes rock.

Well, Eddie, it's time
to earn your keep.

Well, can't I finish first?

Finish later.

Can I at least have a
sip of my milkshake?

Does that count?

It's a beverage. Come on, dude.

Eddie...

if you're gonna be our
helper, you have to help.

You sure I don't
need a lawyer for this?

Positive. DOMINGUEZ:
Look, we're not

arresting you. We're
not even charging you.

All we want you to do

is identify who did
these modifications, okay,

"dude"?

Wow. This is totally rad.

Outstanding craftsmanship.

See, they've redirected
the flange vents...

re-spun the webbing

in alternating directions
for more control.

It's hand-sewn, cross-stitched
with Mylar thread.

There's only one place that
does this kind of quality work.

Eureka.

It's an ultimate sports shop
up on Folsom and Ninth,

run by a couple dudes,

Brad and Kyle somebody.

Bon appetit, Eddie.

Harvey. Yeah, chief?

See what you can dig up
on an extreme sports store

on Folsom and Ninth.

It's run by a couple of guys
by the name of Kyle and Brad.

Last names, dates of
birth, criminal records?

Would be lovely.

Extra credit if you
get their shoe sizes.

Hello, beautiful.

So, uh, how was your research?

Oh, you know... routine.

Routine?

That's what I said.

Your hair's wet.

I took a shower.

You took a shower?

Why is it that every time I
answer one of your questions,

you repeat my answer?

It's almost as if
you don't trust me.

Dad, it's not that
I don't trust you.

Honey, it's a university
research center.

Cleanliness is
their business there.

They've got locker
rooms and showers.

We've got access to them.

It's no more
complicated than that.

Fine.

Ah, Leroy, what did you do
and to whom to end up like this?

His wallet's gone, and I
don't feel any car keys.

Well, he's still got his
jewelry, though, doesn't he?

Or most of it.

Jimmy? Yo.

Listen, his car's over there.

Make sure you go over it

with your finest
tooth comb, all right?

Nash.

Harvey here.

Somebody hung Leroy
Pink up by a climbing rope,

and planted an
ice axe in his chest.

Not your typical mob hit.

Oh, good.

I hope Hornstein's necklace
was hanging from the ice axe.

If it was, it isn't anymore.

All right, keep the heat
on your street contacts,

and let me know
what you find out.

Right-o.

Morning.

Oh, good morning.

Hi, Stace. Hi.

Coffee? Uh, no.

Is Dad ready?

He was tying his tie
the last time I looked.

How long ago was that?

Mm, I better move him along.

That'd be good.

I need to talk to
you, in private.

I am worried sick about Nick.

You heard about this university
research program he's involved in?

Yeah, I heard about
it. What's the problem?

Well, I think they're testing
pharmaceuticals on him.

And I'm concerned it could
be impairing his quality of life.

I don't know. He
looked okay to me.

Well, that's what's
so insidious about it.

Have you looked into it?

I couldn't get anywhere.

Flashing my assistant
district attorney's badge

just made them
clam up even more.

Then they flipped me to the
university's general counsel.

Yeah. I get the drill.

Joe, I want to hire you.

I know you do detective work.

Oh, Stacy, no, no, no, no.

Come on, it's Nick here.

This is very important to me.

I've tried to talk to Nash
about it, but you know Nash.

Yeah, I know Nash.

If he thought that
anything was wrong,

he would've looked
into it himself.

Joe...

Okay, all right, I'll do it.

But I'm not taking your money.

And don't tell Nash.

Sure.

Try not to.

I'll try.

Thank you, Joe.

I truly appreciate it.

Okay. I'll let you
know what happens.

Thank you.

All right, bubba,
what is it? Come on.

What?

You know what.
You got that look.

What look? I don't got any look.

That guilty look.

Yeah, that one,
right there. Uh-huh.

And don't try and deny it,
'cause it just makes it worse.

You know what? You're
getting worse than Inger.

I swear to God.

Out with it. Come on.

I-I... I can't say.

It's about Nick, isn't it?

I promised I
wouldn't say anything.

Who the hell would make
you make that kind of promise?

Just watch the
traffic... Stacy, right?

Uh-huh.

What the hell is she up to?

All right, she asked me to
look in on Nick's situation.

Not a bad idea.

Wait a minute.

I thought you weren't
worried about it.

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe she's right.

Okay, I'm lost.

All right, look...

Whenever it comes to Nick,

Stacy and I have always
been at odds with each other.

It's like a Pavlovian
reaction for me.

Whenever she takes
one side, I take the other.

It's been that way
our whole lives.

In fact, if you hadn't
tried to keep it from me,

I probably would've never
realized how worried I am.

Well, that's clear as mud.

So what do you want me to do?

Look into it.

See what we got, and then
we'll figure it out from there.

All right. That's cool.

Oh, but don't tell
anybody we had this talk.

No way.

I'm a human encryption.

Hey, I got some
preliminary stuff

on our extreme sports boys.

Shoot.

Brad Armitage and Kyle Chambers.

Both well-known gonzo athletes,

though Armitage is
widely acknowledged

as the reigning god
of BASE jumping.

Apparently, he climbed
up the St. Louis Arch

with suction cups,
all the way to the top.

630 feet.

And jumped off?

Yeah. And he got three months
in the federal pen for his trouble.

Anything pop up on C.I.I.?

Yeah. Chambers
has a juvie record.

Armitage was convicted in '95

on two counts
possession of stolen goods.

He's on probation.

All right.

Thanks, Harve.

One other thing...

These guys are
suspiciously rich.

I mean, they co-own
a 65-foot sailboat,

they drive Porsches,
they flash a lot of cash.

Normally, it might
not raise flags,

but they're in an
underground sport.

There's no money in that.

And that store, from what I
can tell, isn't exactly a gold mine.

Evan, let's take
a ride over there.

I'm with you.

Uh, what about me?

Uh, don't you have
something else

that you, uh, have
to take care of?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Uh, how you getting in?

Don't worry about it.

I've got a very
sophisticated plan.

Nice experiment...

"Fred."

Sleep Disorders, contact 2219.

Sleep Disorders, contact 2219.

Only Alpha Group test
subjects beyond this point.

Oh, yeah, well, check the
badge. I'm one of the volunteers.

You're Beta Group.
You took a wrong turn.

Your experiment's this way.

Oh. Uh, well... This thing...

Yeah. Right over here.

Remove your shirt, please.

We hardly know each other.

Ta-da!

Ooh, kind of tingles.

Is this, uh, some
kind of airplane study

or something?

Remain motionless.

Don't suppose I can get frequent
flyer miles out of this, huh?

Tough room, huh? Mm-hmm.

Excuse me.

Never fails.

Oh. Hey, that's not bad.

Thanks.

Oh, first class.

Dry roasted.

Ah, this place is cool.

Yeah, if you like
loud and insane.

And your point is?

Don't tell me. Skyboarding.

You guys definitely look like

a couple of skyboarding
dudes to me.

No, cop dudes.

We're looking for Brad
Armitage and Kyle Chambers.

Uh, I'm Brad. What's up?

I'm Inspector Bridges.
This is Inspector Cortez.

I understand you guys
customize BASE jumping canopies.

Sure. All the time. Why?

You done any work on
a Sorcerer 666 lately?

Yeah, we've knocked
out a few of them

the last couple of months.

It's a pretty specialized rig,

lot of experience
definitely required.

Why?

Well, we'd like a list of
the names of the people

who have had that
particular chute customized.

Why?

Why not?

Look, man, BASE jumping's

pretty much an
outlaw sport, right?

I hand over the names of
my customers to the cops,

I might as well toast my...

Let me just stop
you right there. See...

if you don't give me the
names, I'm going to go away

and I'm going to
get a piece of paper,

and then I'm going to come
back and shut you down,

get the names anyway, only
then I'm going to be pissed off.

All right. Whatever, man.

Let me ask you something.

Would you happen to
own a Sorcerer 666?

I don't jump anymore.
I got a bum knee.

You believe him?

Does he look like he's
got a bum knee to you?

Nope.

Daddy? Cassidy!

Hey, what're you doing here?

Uh, I'm working.
What're you doing here?

Trying on my new blades.
Um, Dad, you remember

my friend, Kyle
Chambers, I told you about?

Kyle, this is my dad.

Hey, Mr. Bridges.

Kyle.

Oh, hey. Hi.

How you doing, sweetheart?
Where you going?

Out. Oh, yeah? With who?

A friend.

Kyle? Dad.

Wait a minute. Hello?

Uh, Nick? No, Nash.

Look, Dad, don't wait up, okay?

Wait a minute.

Cassidy, I don't think
it's such a good idea

for you to be hanging out
with those guys right now.

Look, he's cooperating with you.

That doesn't make him a suspect.

Wait a minute.

Hello?

Nick? No, Nash.

Well?

Look. There's somebody in
that crowd that's a bad guy.

Now, I'm not saying
Kyle is involved.

Well, then Daddy,
what are you saying?

I'm saying I would rather
you didn't hang out with him

until I see how
this thing plays out.

Do you see why I
don't tell you things?

Do you see why I don't
introduce you to my friends?

Everyone is suspicious to you.

Cassidy, why don't
you just trust me on this?

Ooh, look, you work with
scummy people every day.

That's your job. Wait!

But Kyle is not one of
them, and neither am I!

Wait a minute!

I remember that.

She okay?

I don't know.

How you doing, son?

Well, I've been better, Nick.

Well, why don't we
watch some news?

That always makes
me feel better.

Ah, I'm going to fix some
dinner. You go ahead.

Ah, not me. I'm going
to micro a burrito.

I want to be in bed by 8:00.
I got a big day tomorrow.

Did you hear that?
He's going to bed.

At 8:00.

So?

Maybe he's tired.

He's a night owl.

Have you ever known our
father to be in bed by 8:00? No.

Beer? Yes. Never.

Stacy, Stacy, Stacy.

I'm thinking that you're
overreacting here.

Nash, Nash, Nash.
I'm thinking I'm not.

Do you want to stay for dinner?

How can you eat
while some doctor

is turning our
father into a lab rat?

It's simple.

I'm hungry.

Oh, fine. Eat.

I'm going to get to the
bottom of this, and when I do,

you're going to regret
that you didn't get involved.

Thanks, Bob...

No, thank you.

Well, la-di-da.

Well, la-di-da to you.

May have uncovered the
link to the cause of herpes.

With the discovery,
the doctors say

they are now isolating
bacteria and may be...

Stay on it, Evan. One
of the names on that list

is either going to be our
guy or lead us to the guy.

All right. Well, I'll run
the rest of these names

and hook up with
you guys later on.

Do you want to slow
down, man? See ya.

Later.

Bubba, what's the problem?

I'm only doing 30.

You all right?

Too windy? You want
me to put the top up?

Hey, Nash, man,
pull over, please.

You all right?

What the hell happened
to you yesterday?

Oh, I'm not sure, man, but...

I'm never drinking coffee
on an airplane again,

I'll tell you that. Well, you
got in all right, didn't you?

Yeah, I got in,
but it wasn't pretty.

What the hell are
they doing over there?

I don't know.

I didn't get in your
dad's experiment.

To tell you the truth, I don't
know if I'm up to it, Nash.

I'm not liking this, Joe.
I'm not liking this at all.

You know what,
Nash? I hate to admit it,

but maybe this
time, Stacy's right.

Well, I'm going over there.

Well, good luck.

And you're going with me.

One Caribbean
iced tea for the lady,

soda water for the gentleman.

You're pretty good at this.

I used to be a waiter
before I was a cop.

Mmm. Me, too. After school.

But my dad didn't want me
to work during school stuff.

Right, right. So, um, what
did you want to see me about?

I need some advice,

but I can't talk to my
dad, 'cause he'll freak out.

Okay...

I think my boyfriend's involved
with this stolen necklace.

What makes you say that?

Well, he's been really
different ever since the robbery.

I mean, he's been making
all these cryptic comments.

And it's kind of
just a gut feeling.

That's not gut.

So, what do I do?

Did you talk to
Stacy about this?

No. I don't want it to
get back to my dad.

Look, if this was
about anything else,

I would say that you were right.

But these guys are playing a
dangerous game here, Cassidy,

one that you almost lost. I
think you should go to Stacy.

You know, if anybody
can help him, she can.

You're right.

I guess I just needed to
hear it from someone else.

Now, you got to
do me a little favor.

Okay?

Don't tell your dad about
this little meeting we had

because I got caught between
you guys one time before,

and I don't want to
go there again, okay?

Your secret's safe with me.

Okay. But thanks.

You're easy to talk to.

Yeah, so are you.

Paging Dr. Becker.

Excuse me. I'm
Inspector Bridges.

I'm looking for a patient
by the name of Nick Bridges.

Uh, this is a confidential
research center.

I'm not allowed to... Uh-huh.

Well, consider this a
walk-on-water pass.

Now, take me to him.

What kind of sick experiments
you guys conducting here?

I don't know. It sounds
kind of familiar, though.

Uh, what's going on here?

I'm sorry, Doctor.
He says he's with

the San Francisco
Police Department,

and they're looking
for Nick Bridges.

This is highly irregular.
I'm sorry. I can't allow this.

Bye-bye, big boy.

See you around,
Evelyn. Thank you.

Aw, holy hell.

I knew this was
too good to be true.

Nick, what in the
hell is going on?

This place is like a steam room.

Sweetest gig I ever had, son.

They're actually
paying me to have sex.

You're kidding me, right?

Well, they're studying
the effects of varied diets

and exercise programs
on the sexual habits

of the 50-plus generation.

Mum's the word.

Uh, Nashman, uh...

they're probably taping him.

What?

I never agreed to that.

All right, you
pseudo-scientific perverts.

We're going to need those tapes.

Oh, Murray!

Hello.

Go away.

No can do, buddy.

We need to talk, Murray.

Get out.

We got to move something,
we got to move it fast,

and you're the man for the job.

I told you, I'm not in
that business anymore.

Yeah, well, you just
got back in it, all right?

You get your standard cut,
plus we got a little bonus for you.

Leroy Pink's ring.

Where'd you get this?

Let's put it to you this way.

You don't do this for us,

the next piece of jewelry we'll
be giving away will be yours.

Make us happy, Murray.

You don't want to see us mad.

Now, don't go getting
your ire up, son.

It was under
doctor's supervision.

Aw, hell, Nick, I
don't care about that.

I was just worried about you.

I still got the moves, son.

I just don't have the stamina.

You know, there is a difference.

For instance, did you
know that caffeine actually

has a reverse effect on me?

Oh, uh, don't mention the word
"coffee," if you please, okay?

Hey, uh, what're you
gonna do about this tape?

Uh, that would be
an excellent question.

By the way, did
anybody call for me?

Uh, yeah. They did call.

But they hung up when
they heard it was me.

Now I know why.

Hey, so how're you
gonna explain this

to Stacy?

Now, Stacy doesn't
need to know about that.

She's already trying to
curtail my social activities.

If she finds out about
that, my goose is cooked.

It's probably for you.

Nash.

It's Evan. Guess what I found?

Uh, Spider Dude?

Close.

Hornstein's necklace?

And guess who had it?

Okay, give me a clue.

Uh, 5:00 shadow,

oily disposition,
and purple Skechers.

Murray Krow.

In the flesh.

All right, put him
in interrogation.

We're on our way.

Uh, more coffee, Murray?

Come on, guys, please.

I gotta use the head.

I'm sorry, was that a no?

Where'd you get the necklace?

I-I-I don't know.

How should I know?

Oh, I'm sorry, Nash.
How rude of me.

Would you like a cup of coffee?

Please.

If it's not too much trouble.

Not a bother at all.

Please, guys.

Before something bursts.

You know, that
was... I was set up.

I mean, that bag was part
of a load of cheap Navajo

bracelets and...

I could give you the
guy's name in Phoenix.

That is pathetic, Murray.

Even for you.

Yes, and unimaginative, too.

You see, Murray,
we're not interested

in the "B" and "C"
grade stories here.

We know you're
working with our guy.

What I want is a name.

I really need to
go to the bathroom.

Not a problem, Murr.

We just need a name.

Let me make it
easy for you, Murray.

Some people are
better with pictures

than they are with names.

If I recognize the guy?

Well, let's just say things
would flow better for you.

Well then, you gotta
promise me something.

If I give you the guy,
you gotta take him out.

Murray, we're not
hit men, we're cops.

Peace-loving,
law-abiding police officers.

Then you gotta put me away.

Far away.

These guys are psycho, man.

Murray, just look at the
pictures, will you, please?

These two.

You sure?

Yeah, yeah, I'm sure.

Positive? Yeah.

My back teeth are floating now.

Please...

Can I go to the bathroom?

Oh, I'm sorry. Did you
want to go to the bathroom?

It slipped my mind. I'm sorry.

Evan, could you take Mr. Krow
here to the men's room?

Harve, get a warrant
from Judge Golden

for Brad Armitage
and Kyle Chambers.

Put that back in the safe,
and put that back in the pot.

One sec.

Hey. Hey.

Uh, listen, we need to talk.

About?

Kyle, I want you
to tell me the truth.

Are you mixed up
in these robberies?

Cassidy, look...

Kyle.

I need to know the truth.

Why are you asking me this?

Look, my aunt's
an assistant D.A.

I talked to her.

She said if you turn
yourself in right now

and testify against
Brad, you'll do

a few years in
prison, but that's it.

A few years?

Kyle, look, it's not too late.

Yeah, it is too late.

It's been too late since
the day I was born.

Kyle...

Cassidy, look, it's
been fun, okay?

But you're heading
down one road,

and I'm heading down another.

You could turn around.

No, I can't.

Look, you said you wanted

to know the truth.

Well, I guess the truth
hurts, doesn't it, huh?

Back off, Brad. You
wouldn't be thinking

about ratting out your partner
now, would you, buddy?

Kyle, let's just go... Whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

Don't touch me. Let go of her.

You bring a cop's
daughter in our lives,

you're gonna give
me attitude, huh?

No.

Kyle.

Kyle.

Kyle.

Kyle.

Cassidy?

Kyle's been shot.

Where's Brad?

He went out the back.

Check the back, guys.

Kyle, put your hand
on there very tight.

Hold it hard.

Now talk to me.

Where was Brad going?

The San Francisco
Bank on Pine for the stash.

The San Francisco Bank on Pine.

Go. Go. I'll be
right behind you.

Are you okay?

It's all right.

I got you.

It's over, so why don't
you come on over here

and slip into these?

Why don't you come over
here and put 'em on me?

Do it any way you want to do it.

I bet if I take you hostage...
The big SIU honcho...

They'd give me a limo to take
me anywhere I wanna go, huh?

Yeah, you could.

Why don't you turn around, put
your hands behind your back?

You done?

Yeah, you're done.

Something tells me

he's not here to lend you
his yacht for the weekend.

Probably not.

Joe, you want to get
that item out of the safe?

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Inspector, these are

private investigators from
the McKinley Detective Firm.

I've engaged their services
to retrieve the necklace.

I expect that you'll
want to fully cooperate,

since it'll ease your burden
and help to recover my property.

Didn't give us much
time, did you, Lewis?

Cases get cold rather
quickly, don't they, Inspector?

I thought you
could use the help.

Normally, I don't share
information on my cases

with freelancers.

But in this situation,
I'll make an exception.

You know, Inspector,

the first time this necklace
was stolen from our family,

we had no recourse,
no one to turn to.

Well, I'm gonna suggest, Lewis,
for your own peace of mind,

that you don't confuse
that time with this one.

Now I know where
Cassidy gets it.

Good day, Inspector.

You're welcome.

You know, sometimes the
rich are really hard to like.

Bubba, what are you gonna
do if one of those schemes

of yours pays off,
and you get rich?

Oh, I'll be different.

Come on, let's go find Nick.

Hi.

Hi.

It looks worse than it feels.

Yeah.

I just wanted to thank
you for the advice.

You've been there for me.

I care about you, Cassidy.

I know.

Boy, do I have bad taste in men.

Occasionally.

Yeah, I'm one to talk.

I'm not exactly the right person

to be passing
judgment on that subject.

You'll find somebody someday.

You sound just like my mother.

Anyway...

Listen, I-I-I should
get back to work...

Me, too.

Thank you.

Anytime.

Bye.

Bye.

Hey, Stacy girl.

Hey.

Is Joe around?

He was here a minute ago.

Oh. Well, I'll just
leave him a note.

All right.

Let me explain
this to you again.

Tell her the truth.

Will you stop beating
that dead horse?

Do you want your sister
to know the intimate details

of what went on in there?

Because I sure as hell don't.

Personally, I'd go

with the bereavement
counselor idea.

Look, you help people get over

the loss of their
loved ones, okay?

It's simple, it's easy to
remember, and it's believable.

And that's why I had to sign
the confidentiality agreement...

Because I knew too much

about the intimate
details of their lives.

Exactly.

Plus, it takes it out of
you emotionally, you know.

That's why you've
been so exhausted.

Not bad.

This from the people that
brought you Watergate.

What's wrong with that?

Nick, she can handle the truth.

She's a D.A.

She's been around
the block a few times.

There's nothing here
that's gonna rattle her cage.

So you'll back me
up if she launches?

Absolutely.

Okay. Let's go
face the executioner.

Done.

Baby, I saw the phone bill.

Not all 900 numbers are
pornographic, you know?

Oh, no.

What?

The tape, it's gone.

Hey Harve, have you seen a, a
big manila envelope on my desk?

Yeah. Stacy took it. Why?

Oh, my God!

I wanna finish my decaf.

I'm going with him.

Hi.

Oh, hi, Daddy.

Wow. It's kind of cold in here.

Want me to turn the heat up?

No, I'm fine.

What're you reading?

The World According to Garp.

Hmm, good choice.

Oh, fried ice cream from
the Yerba Buena Cafe.

Even better.

Your favorite, as
I seem to recall.

You okay? Mm-hmm.

Where were you?

Right there.

"It was a boy, their second son.

"Duncan's brother
was called Walt.

"It was never Walter, and
never the German Valt.

"He was simply a 't'
at the end of a 'Wal.'

"Walt, like a beaver's
tail smacking water,

"like a well-hit squash ball.

He dropped into their lives
and they had two boys..."