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(ship's horn blowing in distance)

(car approaches)

(brakes squeaking)

Hi, the party went great.

Hold on a second.

Hi, darling.

CASSIDY: Mom, I thought you were headed home.

Yeah, I was, I had to turn around.

I-I forgot some of my cooking supplies I need

for this job tomorrow.

Hey, did you do your homework?

Of course. Good.

Well, I'll see you in a few minutes.

Okay. I love you.

I love you, too. Buh-bye.

(man and woman laughing) MAN: I know how you feel.

Sometimes I feel every dime that I'm going to raise

is my last.

You know what's really funny?

Sometimes it is.

(Lisa gasps)

(panting)

Oh, my God.

(Lisa screaming)

(tires squealing)

Yes, I want to report a murder.

(indistinct radio communication)

God, Nash, it was terrible.

I-I... I can't even believe it.

Now, it's okay.

All right, all right, calm down, hang in there.

Now, just tell me about the whole thing

from the beginning.

Okay.

I was working a party here tonight.

I came back to get some of my catering supplies

and, and I saw him... Linus Mills.

He-He's the man who, who owns this house,

who threw the party,

and he was with a woman, a blonde woman,

maybe 25 or 27, and, and...

just as I was about to interrupt them,

he pulls out a gun

with a silencer... He shoots her, she drops,

he turns, he sees me, I-I run, I...

O-Okay. MAN: Excuse me.

I'm Linus Mills.

Are you in charge here?

Why isn't he in custody?

W-Why hasn't he been arrested?

I saw you do it.

Okay, okay, take it easy.

We haven't met.

I'm Inspector Nash Bridges.

His and hers Bridges.

There's a lot more clarity to all of this now.

(chuckling): I hope so.

Hey, Nash.

Uh, Harve, what do you got?

LEEK: Lisa,

would you mind showing us

exactly where you think the murders occurred?

Yeah, yeah, sure.

What, for the forensics guys?

Well, actually, we're having a little trouble

finding the deceased.

Well, it should be the only corpse over there.

Just turn left of the soup tureen.

You can't miss it.

Okay, all right, come on, I'll go with you.

Let's go. Good.

BRIDGES: Show me. Yeah,

just come here.

Right over here.

Excuse me, please. Sure.

Well, he obviously moved the body.

Check the house.

Lisa, I...

I had two guys up on the roof.

I mean, if there was a corpse here,

it's not here anymore.

So where's the body?

♪ ♪

(woman vocalizing)

(vocalizing continues over sultry sax notes)

So... did you find anything?

Not one shred of evidence.

No powder burns on the hands, no weapon, no body.

Nash, in 20 years, have I ever cried wolf?

I'm telling you what I saw.

(stammering)

I believe you. So, so what's next?

What do we do?

Well, sweetheart, without any evidence,

we don't have a case.

No. There's an eyewitness.

Hey, hey! Can I arrest him?!

A citizen's arrest! What, are you crazy?!

No. Don't tell me... please don't tell me he gets to walk!

MILLS: Is everybody happy?

Oh, God! He's so glib. It's sickening.

You know, I think I've bent over backwards to stay cordial

under truly bizarre circumstances.

You accuse me of murder

without a shred of proof.

I endure half the San Francisco

police department crawling all over my property...

and now she's criticizing my attitude.

Now, I happen to have raised

a great deal of money for a very worthy cause tonight,

and I'm going to use that to stay above this.

But your former better half here?

She could use a session with a therapist.

Don't you tell me what I could and couldn't use!!

You are a murderer!

And you're not going to get away with it!

Lisa. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

And good night.

We'll be seeing you.

This is so weird! How did they

get rid of that body so fast?!

I don't know.

It's like that game Clue, huh?

The professor did it in the garden with the silencer.

Come on, honey. It's not right.

I'm going to drive you home now.

It's not right. It's not just.

It's a travesty.

We'll get him. We'll get him.

We got Mills' university travel records for the past four years...

Angola, Burma, Colombia, Laos.

The dude is, like, always on the move,

for supposedly official economic missions,

development conferences, mercy flights, etc.

Mm-hmm. All the world's hot spots.

What do you got?

Nailing this guy down

is like trying to suck marbles through a straw.

Okay, get this: his birth certificate

burned up along with the county courthouse.

The university he went to

is being shelled in Bosnia right now.

Oh, no, no. They're enjoying a truce.

Oh, great.

All this stuff on this guy is generic.

So who is he? Well, that's

mission number one, bubba.

First, we find out who he is.

Then we figure out how he did it.

I suggest you try that tarot card reader on Fourth.

I got a better idea.

Me may not have any evidence, but we damn sure know

who did it.

That's as good a place to start as any.

BRIDGES: So are those the legal documents on your bar?

Yep. And this puppy is ironclad.

No exclusions for death.

The only loophole is the one around my neck.

You know, if my half-partner hadn't died

before the inconsiderate bastard told me the name

of the guy we were supposed to sell it to,

we'd be riding in a limo right now.

Or at least a new coupe.

(Bridges scoffs)

Have you seen the place?

I don't want to see the place.

It would make it too real.

Oh, what did I do, God?

Hey, man, maybe it's nice.

It was seized in a drug forfeiture.

How nice can it be?

Maybe this is some sort of karmic payback deal

for doing this whole thing behind Inger's back, huh?

(laughing)

You're my best friend, right?

Oh, just checking.

Shut up and drive.

All right, ladies and gentlemen, slide 34...

The human brain... A novel organ for most of you.

Now, as you can see, the massive trauma

to the occipital and maxillary bones

produced an area of damaged tissue

in the cerebella medulla,

which was the cause of almost instantaneous death.

(bell rings)

And, on that note, thank you very much.

"Cause of death" seems to be your specialty.

Let me ask you something.

Did you ever get a corpse that leaves you stumped?

Never.

Not in 20 years of doing this type of work.

And what is this kind of work again?

Is it possible that there's a question or two

you didn't ask me last night?

I have one.

Um... I hear that, uh... doctors are, uh...

really financially secure.

Did you ever think of investing

in the food and beverage industry?

Why are you here?

Aw, come on, Doc... You know exactly

why we're here.

You see, Linus,

I'm not a beat- around-the-bush kind of a guy.

And I know you did it.

And you know you did it.

And now I know it, too.

We're going to get you.

You can't write me a traffic ticket.

What would you say if I told you

that the reason we're here is 'cause we found the body?

I would say you're whistling down the wind.

Which means you know exactly where the body is.

That's all I needed to know.

Hello, Jan. This is Lisa Bridges.

Um... Linus is at work, right?

I left some things there.

I was wondering, can I come by and pick them up?

Great. Thanks.

Open it.

Ah! Excellent.

Now, look. Test these.

Make sure they work as well as they're supposed to work,

and then implant them.

Careful. Careful. Come on, come on, come on, come on.

These are the only prototypes in existence.

I went through a great deal of trouble to get them.

I don't know.

I don't like leaving an eyewitness around.

Oh, relax.

The police have nothing.

Let's not give them something now.

All right.

All right.

(knocking on door)

Hey, Lisa! How did it go last night?

You didn't hear?

About what?

Oh, uh... how well it went.

He raised a lot of money.

Went off without a hitch.

Mills is raising money, and I can't even pay my rent.

You know your way around, right?

Sure. Thanks.

(anxious sigh)

(gasps)

Oh, my God.

Find what you're looking for? Oh.

Oh... Jan.

(laughs nervously): I-I was

just looking at some of Linus' party photos,

and I... and I... I recognized this woman in-in one of 'em.

Really? Well, I don't... That's the thing.

I've seen her at a couple of parties,

but I don't remember her name.

Maybe you could help me. Let me see.

Yeah, I know her.

Her name is Brenneka Landers.

She's a designer for Shora.

Oh, it's a Dutch architectural

and design firm here in the city.

I see, and how does she know Linus?

Oh, through a teaching associate of Linus'.

He's been dying to get her to go out with him.

Dying? Really?

Ooh, my finger is killing me.

Okay... You should put some ice on that.

Well, I'll just get the rest of my stuff

in the... in the kitchen.

(groans)

(sighs)

(gasps)

(screams)

What are you doing in my house?

I... forgot my utensils.

Um, actually, Linus,

I-I'm very glad that I ran into you. I...

I wanted to tell you how, uh, sorry

and embarrassed I am about last night.

You were right.

It was... It was my imagination.

Don't apologize.

We both know what you saw.

Really?

JAN: Hello, Mr. Mills.

Home early, huh?

(thunder rumbling) Yes.

Oops!

I better run.

(ice clinking)

(thunder rumbles in distance)

(dial tone, then auto-dial beeping)

The person we were discussing earlier,

she'll have to be dealt with after all. Clear?

You sneaked around the man's house.

Sneaking would be too strong a word.

I was picking up my stuff, you know,

making sure I didn't leave any loose silverware anyplace,

like on his desk.

Lisa, have you completely lost your mind?

Do you know how incredibly risky that is?

Well, I didn't expect him to show up in the middle of the day.

Well, that's exactly my point.

Wait, wait, I forgot.

I found this in the icemaker.

It's the necklace the dead woman was wearing,

and, and I got her name and where she works.

Have you ever looked in somebody's icemaker?

Not in my entire career.

Well, it wasn't entirely planned.

All right, I'm gonna have to put you and Cassidy

in protective custody.

Oh, some fabulous hotel.

Room service.

No. No.

It's too high profile.

Besides, I don't know how far this guy Mills can reach.

I guess you'll have to stay with me.

Oh, no.

Hey, it's not bad.

I stayed there once when Inger and I were having a to do.

Room service sucks, but the view is great.

Oh, that reminds me. You stole my shampoo.

That wasn't complimentary?

Hey, Nash, who do you think this guy Mills is?

I don't know.

I got a buddy in the intelligence community in Washington.

I'm gonna give him a call.

We'll check this boy Mills out.

Okay, uh, let's see.

Cassidy, why don't you, uh, take my room,

and I'll uh, sleep on the sofa...

No, no, no. I will take Cassidy's room.

She'll sleep on the sofa, and you keep your room.

(beeper beeps)

Right. Just like I said.

Whatever makes you comfortable.

Hey, can I use your phone?

Joe, you know where it is.

God, I never thought I'd be sleeping

under the same roof with you again.

Oh, well, thank you.

Oh, come on, Mom, it could be fun. Like old times.

Oh, old times weren't 'always that fun.

Uh... DOMINGUEZ: Okay.

BRIDGES: It's Troy, right?

Yes, sir. Yeah.

So, uh, Troy will have the first shift.

DOMINGUEZ: I, uh, I gotta go over to my ex-partner's wake

to see if I can get his heiress to buy my half of the bar.

Uh, we have to, uh, do, the, uh, Dutch

Design Firm first. What?

Oh, oh, it's nothing for you

to be concerned about.

Just make yourself comfortable.

Cassidy can help you.

She knows where everything is.

And uh, let me tell you how happy I am

about this whole arrangement.

Tootle-o.

Are you checkin' this out?

Checkin' what out?

I'm havi" a Scandinavian flashback.

Um, these women are Dutch, not Scandinavian.

Ah, no wonder I...

was so depressed in Sweden.

I went to the wrong country.

Ja.

Ms. Landers has worked here for about three years.

A fine employee.

Uh, well, we'd like to take a look at her desk.

Well, you'll have to ask her.

She's here?

Mm-hmm.

I was at home last night.

Why?

You mean, this necklace isn't yours?

Ja. I thought someone stole it from my desk.

Where did you find it?

Wait a minute, I'm confused... That is your necklace

but you were at Linus Mills' party last night?

Who's Linus Mills?

♪ Made up to the nines ♪

♪ You can say she got a one-track mind ♪

You like horseback riding?

No, I'm allergic to them.

That's not you in this picture?

No, that's Elke Hansen.

We get mistaken for each other all the time.

It's Elke Hansen. Elke Hansen.

Um, where is she today?

I guess she's out sick.

Well, we'd like to talk to Elke Hansen.

Um, you wouldn't happen to have her phone number

and address, would you?

Um, sure I do.

And, um... thanks for my necklace.

For now, this is evidence.

But I'll see that you get it back...

Personally.

Bye-bye.

They've I.D.'d the victim.

They're heading to her house.

Lisa? Yeah, we need to come pick you up.

The dead woman was not Brenneka Landers,

but she was a dead ringer, if you'll pardon the pun.

I need you to make a positive I.D.

Are you up for it?

Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss this.

Good girl. I'll be right over.

Hey, drop me off first.

I'm gonna be late for my wake.

(organ music playing quietly)

(clears throat)

Mrs. Nassiter?

Yes? And who are you?

Uh, I'm Joe Dominguez, ma'am.

Glad to meet you.

Oh, what family?

What?

Well, what family are you with?

Oh, no, I'm not a gangster, ma'am.

Oh. Are you with the funeral home?

You know, Bernie has on too much rouge.

He, he...

acted like a clown, but he never looked like one.

No, no I'm not with the funeral home, ma'am.

I met your husband shortly before his untimely demise.

What do you want?

Well, it seems, Mrs. Nassiter,

Bernie and I had this business deal together, you see.

And, uh, he was a truly great man.

I just wanted to mention that, too.

(sobbing) Yes, he was...

And, uh, I was wondering, uh... (clears throat)

given the tragic circumstances,

that you might like to buy my half of the deal out...

How dare you!

Where do you get off soiling this sacred ceremony

with your petty self-serving problems?!

Shh.

Now just beat it!

Go on, get outta here.

I understand. You're distraught.

Look at the way you dress.

You're not even dressed for a funeral.

Just get outta here!

Well, if you change your mind, here's my card.

I'll just leave it right here and...

Just, just...

Lucky man, Bernie.

(Lisa giggles) This is so mysterious.

Why do you think he killed this woman?

I'll bet she was a spy, too.

I don't know, but whatever it is, this poor girl's dead.

All right, I want you to look at every picture

we find in this room.

Okay... Uh-huh.

Hey, Nash, this is her!

I'll never forget this face.

You got it? Yeah!

You sure?

Yeah, that's her!

All right! Now all we gotta do is

place her at Mills' place last night.

Get down!

(Lisa shrieks)

Oh, God! Oh, God, Nash!

(shrieks)

(groans)

Oh, my God, Nash, I'm so sorry!

Oh...

Whoa!

What'd you do that for?

I had the guy. Well, I wasn't sure.

It's not like I didn't think you'd get him eventually,

but, you know, he was pretty young.

Oh, good. That's good.

Add insult to injury.

Ooh... Ooh, I'm seeing three of you.

(loudly): Can you say the alphabet backwards?

What are you yelling at me for?!

I never could say the alphabet backwards.

What do you think I am, a TV that you just whack and the picture gets better?

Hey, who were these guys?

How did they know we would be here?

Don't ask me questions that I can't answer.

You're giving my... my goose egg a headache.

Ew.

(whispers): What? Look at this.

Four different I.D.'s,

none of 'em matches... that's no good. Oh, no.

No, no, wait a minute. I know.

We're into the middle of some kind of Oliver Stone thing.

Look... Look at this... This is an access card

to the medical lab at San Francisco University.

(auto-dial beeping) Amazing. It works.

Leek here. Harve.

Hey, man. Get a cleanup crew over to, uh...

Green Street. Oh, uh, 375, uh, Green Street.

375. Yeah. I got a DOA.

Yeah, he's probably gonna turn up a John D... ow!

Sorry?

Probably gonna turn up a John Doe.

But see if you can... find out who he is anyway.

Okay. You sound a little strange. Yeah, I'm all right. Yeah.

Yep. Good. Bye.

Where are we going?

(panting)

Let's go to school.

(quiet trilling)

(beeping)

(trills)

Okay, sister, this is where you get off.

No way!

This is our case.

Shh, shh. Besides, you-you might need me.

(clicks tongue)

All right, but no heavy lifting.

Hey, hey, hey, Hey, what are you doing? I'm sorry.

What are we looking for?

Whatever it is they're trying to hide.

What if Mills comes in on Saturdays?

We'll, then we'll ask him.

(approaching footsteps) (Lisa gasps)

(men conversing indistinctly)

In here.

Shh, shh, shh.

(Lisa sighs)

(gasps)

Oh! Nash! Shh!

Nash! Stop! What?

It's just a body. You don't understand.

Come here, come here. What?

We found her!

This is the woman I saw him kill!

That's her? Yeah.

Nash, Nash...

Oh, oh, oh, oh, no, no!

(clears throat)

Nice. Real nice.

Harvey... this guy Mills,

he signed the death certificate on Elke Hansen.

See if he's put his pen to any others.

There may be some sort of pattern here.

You got it.

He couldn't dispose of her, he needed her.

Maybe he wanted to snatch her organs.

Sweetheart, she was pretty dead for that to work.

Well, it's something sinister!

Look, he hid the body in the lab

because he's a pathologist!

It's the last place anybody's gonna look!

Now, can we please just not go off the deep end here?

Hey, it's my favorite crime-fighting couple.

Hi, Joe. Hey.

Heard you found the body in the laboratory.

Mm-hmm. It's getting very sinister around here.

Talk to her... you two are on the same wavelength.

Oh, yeah? Mm-hmm.

All right, here's my theory, for whatever it's worth.

I think this guy Linus is a bloodsucker,

and he needs a host to feed off of.

What are you, related to Geraldo Rivera?

Maybe. All right, but listen to this...

Have you guys gone after this guy with a cross or garlic or anything?

See? I rest my case.

(chuckles): Cross and garlic...

DOMINGUEZ: Hey, hey, Nash,

I got to go check out my new bar.

I need some moral support... Want to come with me?

Harvey, do you have any preliminary results?

Morgue has got me on hold.

I'm listening to Captain and Tenille.

Beautiful.

You got to let me know as soon as you get anything.

Come on, let's go look at this bar.

Joe! You bought a bar?

Uh, well, yeah, sort of.

Ooh! That's an incredibly risky business.

(chuckling) Tell me about it.

It killed my ex-partner.

Hey! Hey, you!

Get up! Get out of here! Go find somewhere else to sleep!

Go on! All right, all right, all right.

This is not happening.

BRIDGES: Ah, Joe, it looks like it's got uh... (laughs)

potential... (laughing)

As what, a nuclear dump site?

Hey.

Hey, you. You work here?

Well, who wants to know?

Me. I want to know... I'm a police officer.

They only paid me to take out the trash, that's all. Yeah, okay.

Well, look, I just need some information.

Stop harassing me.

Calm down, I'm not harassing you.

I just bought this place; I need to get inside.

Well, I can't do that!

Now, stop pressuring me!

My head's going to explode!

Okay, look, uh, how do I get in touch with the manager, okay?

Come back later... That's the only time he's here!

Okay, so you're close?

Good. I'll see you in a minute.

That was Harve.

He's coming over with some results.

LISA: I thought Joe was gonna have a nervous breakdown.

BRIDGES: You know that guy that was,

uh, laying in the trash there outside his joint? Yeah.

I'm gonna say that was the former owner. (laughs)

Hey, stay out of that.

Mmm, yum, yum, yum.

God, it's like Ward and June Cleaver

snatched my parents' bodies.

There is life from the peanut gallery.

Don't you have homework to do?

Yes. Listen to your father, dear.

Unreal. Look, I have a friend coming over to study, okay?

What friend?

It's okay, I-I checked it with the guy downstairs.

What about the guy upstairs?

What, just cause you're staying here,

I can't see my friends?

That's right. And that's fair.

Hey, Cass!

Ben. Hi.

How are you? Good.

Come meet my dad.

Hey, Mr. Bridges.

Hi.

Nice tattoo.

Mm, you like it?

No.

Ben, meet my mom.

So you're Ben. I'm Lisa.

It's nice to meet you. Nice to meet you.

I thought your parents were divorced.

Apparently not this week.

We're gonna go study in my room, where it's quiet.

(chuckling)

You know, we used to do that.

But it's real different when it's done to you.

Yeah, definitely.

Maybe I should just...

No, no, no.

Say hey there, kids.

Hey, Harve.

Well... our esteemed Dr. Mills

certainly has taken to signing death certificates.

Three of 'em in the last 18 months.

And all three young, female, foreign nationals.

All three bodies shipped out of the country.

I knew it.

What about the autopsy?

(laughs): Oh, you guys.

Okay, here's where we enter Bizarreville.

I mean, not with the cause of death...

As expected, that was bullet wounds.

And the fact that there's no trace evidence

and there's no ballistic match, big deal.

I mean, this guy's as anal-retentive as he looks,

and he didn't leave any tracks.

But...

the coroner flips the body over, and he sees a fresh incision.

Something has been surgically inserted into the deceased.

What?

He reaches into the retroperitoneal cavity

Ooh. Charming.

And he pulls out... this little Cracker Jack prize.

What are those things?

I assume that it's some kind of electronic conductor.

Ceramic, I think.

Why would Mills sew this stuff into the body?

That's my question exactly.

Use your, um, Berkeley connections.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got a meeting with 'em in the morning.

Couple of my old professors.

I mean, you know, if they can't I.D. this, nobody can.

You don't just sew stuff into people's bodies.

What is going on here?

Well...

it's certainly not a domestic dispute.

Not only is the body gone, the witness can't be located.

That's unbelievable.

Yes, sir.

This is unacceptable.

To be stopped by the caterer, yes.

That's unacceptable.

We could get wet,

take back what's ours by force.

Force is never as effective as leverage.

There's one sure way to get merchandise back.

You trade...

for something of equal or greater value.

Oh, that's great, Hanzie, thanks.

Hey listen, buddy, I owe you one.

Thanks.

Bye.

Good night, Daddy.

Good night, sweetie.

Okay, tell me.

Why would they sew stuff into the body?

My guess is, they're smuggling.

Nobody wants to search a dead body.

Oh, I get it.

No Customs searches, no X rays.

Right, they go through untouched.

Exactly. Plus, I just got off the phone

with my buddy at the CIA.

CIA. I knew it.

Mills is CIA.

No, no. He's not CIA,

but he is part of a splinter group

called the, uh, Black Command.

They worked with the DEA, back in the '80s,

trackin' down these drug cartel leaders.

A splinter group.

That's like... bad good guys.

Well, they haven't been able to pin anything on Mills,

but they suspect that he's gone into business for himself,

using his intelligence skills to identify

proprietary U.S. technology, smuggle it out of the country,

and sell it on the world black market.

Oh, man!

We stumbled onto something huge.

Yeah... It's pretty big.

This guy is right up there on the public enemy list.

Mmm.

I used to like helping you with your cases.

(chuckles)

Especially that one, remember, where you and Joe

had to dress up like the disco watch dealers?

Oh, man. (laughs)

We had on about 80 pounds of jewelry.

Looked like a Mr. T starter kit.

(both laughing)

And the way you had to grease back your hair...

Oh, yeah. Ooh, baby.

But that was...

♪ Everybody have a bottle, everybody... ♪

BRIDGES (fading): the guy in the van?

(murmurs gently)

Oh.

(laughs)

Gosh.

Good morning.

How late did we stay up talking?

Late.

Well...

I must look quite the picture.

Mmm... You are.

CASSIDY: Got it!

Um...

You still snore, huh?

No, no, no... What you were hearing

was an echo of yourself.

No, no, dear.

That was you.

Telephone.

Dad.

So...

we all getting back together?

BRIDGES: Hey, give me the phone.

What is it with you?

Hello.

LEEK: Score, man.

Got some very interesting news, Nash.

Cool. What is it?

Can you come down here, man?

You'll dig it. You gotta see it.

All right. I'm on my way.

Hey, what? What?

Harvey found something.

I gotta go down to the SIU and find out what it is.

Go for it.

What?

Well, we get to the critical juncture and...

I thought we were doing this together.

Lisa, you're welcome to come down to the SIU, if you want to.

But this guy Mills is dangerous,

and I'm not going to let you anywhere near the line of fire

when he goes down.

I just want to know where the dividing line is.

Now, wait a minute...

It's always the same. It's always the same. Look...

Your program or no program.

Guess I won't unpack all my stuff.

I'm outta here.

You want to come down to the SIU, you're welcome.

If not, have a nice day.

You know, I don't think he meant to make you mad, Mom.

(scoffs)

Welcome to your parents' relationship.

(huffs)

(sputters)

I'm going down there.

You stay put.

Okay.

This is a prototype superconductive circuit,

and even my old professors

were fairly blown away by this.

Check this out.

Okay, I'm going to run

a fairly heavy duty electrical current through this.

And...

this purple line...

Okay, this shows

the temperature that one would normally expect

to be generated by this, you know, size of current.

Hey, you ever see those school science films

where those little cartoon guys are inside that deer,

and they see a predator, and they start yelling,

"Run, run, run!" That's so cool.

Uh... Not that this isn't.

Go ahead, Harve.

Okay. This green line shows what's actually happening.

I mean, this second circuit is so conductive

it generates practically zero heat,

and this is at room temperature.

You guys, this is unheard of.

This is a huge leap beyond the present technology.

And this would make a foreign manufacturer,

like, billions of dollars.

Really?

Where do these chips come from?

There's a classified government lab

down in Palo Alto doing this... Some of this stuff.

Let's get ahold of them.

Right. (phone rings)

Leek.

Hold on.

Nash.

Yeah.

I want you to deliver the package to me.

I'll make a fair trade.

Trade for what?

Talk.

They found me, Nash.

MILLS: Now, I warn you, Nash.

It's tough being a single parent.

Show up alone

unless you want this body to disappear, too.

Where do we meet?

Okay, Mills. I'm here.

"A" for effort.

Lose the tail, though, one block back.

Hold on.

Harve, drop off. They made you.

All right, Mills, I'm waiting. Where to?

How come all you guys

look like talent agents from CAA?

What's happening? Is Mills cloning you guys?

Here, here. Shut up. Come on. Hands up.

No problem.

That's nice. Nice accessory.

What an idiot.

What, you think we wouldn't find all this stuff? Huh?

Hey, bubba, it's my job to hide it.

It's your job to find it.

Yep. He's loaded down.

All right, that's it.

You forgot these.

And this.

Drop it all. Come on.

(phone ringing)

It's your move.

Answer it.

Or you can go for door number two.

Yeah.

Nope.

Everything's going according to plan.

Yeah.

Nicely done.

Can you step back just a little?

Thank you.

I prefer my own.

Okay, girls,

let's go.

Come on.

Step it up.

Come on. Move.

Uh-oh. Make me proud, Jimmy.

Afternoon.

Jimmy, explain to this meathead how serious I am.

Do what he says.

Where's my wife?

Second door on the left.

Thank you.

Come on.

MILLS: You know what's ironic?

When the CIA steals proprietary technology,

they're called heroes.

But when we do it, in private enterprise,

we're considered criminals.

You want to ponder that?

Now, ever been to Holland?

You'll get to see the tulips,

albeit from a unique perspective.

Now, this is the same stuff they use on death row.

One drop of this will kill you.

Now, now, now, now, now.

(whimpering)

Before we go, can you recommend

to me, please, a good caterer?

Mills.

Put it down.

I touch her, and she dies.

It is that simple.

Doctor,

you've been very clever up till now.

Covered your tracks real well.

Put the gun down.

Put the gun down now!

(Lisa whimpers)

All right...

Let's be calm.

Let's not be stupid.

All right?

You've been real impressive, Doctor.

(Lisa gasping, whimpering)

(muffled screaming)

(panting)

(panting)

(body thuds)

(gasping) Baby...

You okay? Yeah.

Huh? You sure? I'm okay.

It's okay.

You're all right.

Whoa! What's up with this?

Check it out!

Is this the same place?

You hired these people, right?

Is this your idea of a joke?

Get out of here! Not me.

Hey, sorry, gents... End of the line.

Uh, I'm, uh, Joe Dominguez, the new owner.

Jo-zay Dominguez?

Jo-zay?

It's, uh, Joe, you can just call me Joe.

Good to meet you, sir! I'm Alex!

Come right on in. Thank you.

Hey, hey.

Is he with you?

Yeah, I'm-I'm with Jo-zay.

Jo-zay say okay.

Come on in, sir. (laughs)

(dance music playing, indistinct chatter)

(clears throat): Congratulations, Bubba.

You're the proud owner of a...

a gay bar.

(chuckles): You know, and, uh..

Apparently a damn successful one.

You don't have a problem with that, do you?

Joe?

Joe?

Are you okay?

I'm gonna be so rich.

(chuckling)

Well, I think I got everything.

Not that it wasn't fun for a few days,

but, you know, I don't think you guys

were really meant to live together.

Oh, really? Yeah.

Well, thank you for the advice, sweetheart.

(laughs): You're welcome.

Bye, Daddy. Bye-bye.

I'm gonna get a ride home with Ben,

so I'll see you later. Ben?

Ben. Ben.

Tell him not to forget I'm a cop.

(chuckles)

She's right, you know.

It was fun.

While it lasted.

Yeah, while it lasted.

Yeah, you know, the last few days... I've been thinking.

I kind of wish things had...

turned out differently, you know?

Well, I look at it this way, Nash,

I'm just glad for what we do have. Yeah.

Me, too.

I want to thank you for believing in me,

all through this.

Lisa, I'll always believe in you.

Want me to walk you down?