Original subtitles

(elevator bell rings)

DOMINGUEZ: Do we have to do this?

You can't investigate a crime

without looking for clues.

Well, can't we have somebody else go in

and get the clues then bring them out, then we look at them?

What the hell's the matter with you?

This is totally safe.

Is it unusual to be afraid

of a room full of a deadly virus?

Here we are.

Through this airlock is the lab.

Ooh, now the virus is contained in there, right?

It can't get out? No, of course not.

Of course not.

Where do we suit up?

Suit up? Wait... what...

What-- s-s-suit up? Wait, wait a minute.

(doors whirring)

Wow, this'd be a great suit for powder skiing.

No sign of forced entry

on either side of the door.

How many people have key cards?

About 40.

We're gonna need a list of names.

Hey, I can do that.

Nah, nah, nah, nah.

You just stay here.

This room was made to store the virus and the antidote

because it's the highest security room

in the entire complex.

We store all the most valuable

and dangerous materials in here.

Together?

Well, we thought it was a good idea

at the time. The Penesol was just stored

here temporarily until we shipped it.

Look at them.

You'd think they'd never seen

a Mexican in a spacesuit before.

DOMINGUEZ: Let me get this straight.

This guy came in to steal the Penesol drug

and knocked over

the cart with the U-473 virus

and exposed himself to it, right?

That's exactly right.

DOMINGUEZ: Listen, what makes this Penesol drug so valuable?

Penesol is a synthetic opiate.

It's like fentanyl.

We manufacture it as an anesthesia,

but its mood-elevating properties

have made it an extremely popular street drug.

It's the hottest thing on the street.

What happened?

He didn't expect the camera to be on.

Came in here, and he saw that it was on, he panicked,

knocked over the tray,

got about here, and from the position of the shell casings,

he shot

the camera about three times right here,

scooped up what he could carry and then split.

Wow, that is an incredible deduction.

Yeah, well, that's our job.

Hey, uh, anything else we can...

How dangerous

is this virus?

It's in the same family as Ebola.

It's a highly potent airborne virus

with an incubation period of three days.

During that time, the criminal's fine.

Not contagious.

But when he becomes symptomatic,

we're in trouble. Yes.

And he's mistakenly taken all of the antidote.

And without it,

he could infect the entire city

of San Francisco within days.

That's the virus right there,

huh? DR. YANG: Yes.

Oh, great.

Boy, I only had a couple donuts for breakfast.

Man, I'm feeling a little light-headed.

I need to sit down for a minute.

(air hissing)

(alarm blaring)

(indistinct P.A. system announcement)

*

(woman vocalizing over bluesy organ riff)

There's no reason for concern. It's highly unlikely

that you were infected.

Maybe it was that loud Klaxon alarm that got me worried.

The hole in the suit was very small,

and the time of exposure was very short.

The virus was probably taking a nap

or out getting a beer at the time, huh?

We're taking a blood test as a precaution, Inspector.

But truly, you've got nothing to worry about.

(quietly): What do you think?

I think you should listen to the doctor.

(sighs): Well,

isn't there another lab that has some antidote?

We're the only lab that makes it.

You'd better make some more.

DR. YANG: We started a batch of antidote

this morning, but it takes five days to produce.

This criminal

is a human time bomb.

We're gonna have a very serious problem

with disease containment if you don't find him.

Within 72 hours.

Yeah. That's correct.

(sighs)

Just out of curiosity,

Doctor, what are the, uh, symptoms of this infection?

After 72 hours, you get rapidly rising fever,

mental disorientation,

um, accumulation of fluid in the lungs,

uh, disintegration of the neural system,

renal and colon failure,

liquidization of the internal intestinal membranes,

and death within 36 hours.

Oh.

Good, you had me worried there for a minute.

Yeah, me, too.

He's already got all that other stuff.

Now don't worry, I called Evan and Brynn.

They're working the card key list,

and we'll get Harv to analyze this lab video.

Uh-oh.

Bridges.

Hello, Katz.

And Dominquez.

Don't be offended, Joe,

if I don't offer to shake your hand.

You won't be offended if I call you

pinche cabr�n pendejo, too.

Spanish insults?

Come on, guys, don't tell me you're still upset

about that bank robbery case. Oh, you mean

just because you blew three months of undercover work?

Nah! Let six suspects flee to the Cayman Islands

so you could get your picture in the morning paper.

Why would we be angry about that? Yeah.

Yeah, like you guys never made a mistake.

Oh, uh, speaking of mistakes,

what the hell's the FBI doing here?

They've ordered me to take charge of this investigation.

Is that the lab video?

Why, yes it is.

The mayor and the governor were briefed by your chief.

Because of the potential citywide medical threat,

they want me to take

charge of a joint task force.

I'll, uh, take that.

Well, things are going from bad to worse.

Thank you.

As of this moment,

the FBI and your Special Investigations Unit

are joined at the hip. (wry chuckle)

All this good news, and it's not even lunch yet.

Now, remember,

the cone of silence is down on this one.

The whole city could go into a panic.

So, we work as a team.

That's team, Bridges.

We've got 72... Sure.

We....

So, what are we going to do?

We're gonna let Katz go play with himself,

and we're gonna find this guy.

(phone rings)

Yeah.

Oh, hey, Nick.

You what?

I'm getting married, son.

Saturday.

That's tomorrow.

I know it's short notice,

but I kept putting Charlotte off,

and when I agreed to a date,

she chose Saturday

because she didn't want me to change my mind

or lose my mind.

You know my memory problem.

Um, yeah. Nick, listen,

have you really given this some thought?

Yes, I have.

And your thoughts are?

Well, there's love and friendship and all that,

but, uh...

she's not gonna be my companion anymore

without a ring on her finger,

if you get what I mean, son.

Uh, yeah, I get your meaning.

Um, no offense to the lady,

but, uh, there's plenty of fish in the sea, Nick.

You ever check this place out?

I'm looking in a barrel,

and if I see a fish, I'm gonna shoot it.

(stifled chuckle)

Got it.

Nash,

I'd love for you to stand up

and be my best man.

I'd be happy to Nick.

Do me one favor.

Before you go out

and make any other life-altering decisions,

could you give me just a little more notice?

(glasses clink)

Congratulations.

Nicky?

I restitched them for you

so you've got a scutch more room in the saddle.

Charlotte, honey, I'd like you to meet Nash.

Oh, Nash!

I have heard so much about you.

Very nice to meet you.

Thank you.

Oh, he is adorable.

He is so cute, Nick.

Just look at him.

What a wonderful boy.

Wow.

The old man takes a wife, huh?

Yeah, how about that.

And on one day's notice. Ah.

Oh, he said you could be a groomsman,

if you organize the bachelor party. Oh, yeah?

I'm there.

BRIDGES: Good. All right. Thanks, Harv.

Hey, Daddy. Hi, brat.

Guess what. What?

Your grandfather's getting married.

Yeah? When?

Mm, tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Tomorrow.

Nick's getting married tomorrow?

Yes, and, uh,

he would really love for you to be there.

Oh, how sweet.

With a just a little catering,

if you don't mind.

It's no big deal now, like, uh,

finger sandwiches, for like three dozen people.

Very smooth.

So I'm going to be the only person

at this wedding wearing white.

I get it.

Oh, come on, Lise.

Now, you know how much Nick loves you,

and, and, uh, it would really mean a lot to him, you know.

With or without the food.

LISA: I don't know.

I'm pretty busy.

I'm not sure.

What's going on?

She's got this scheme.

You know that whisky caramel cake she makes?

Yeah. I love that. It's my favorite.

Yeah, it's the favorite of all her catering clients, too.

Anyway, she's made it into the final round

of this U.S. Flour Baking Contest,

and it's being held here in San Francisco.

Grand prize-- $500,000.

500,000 bucks? Yeah,

and she's absolutely convinced that she's gonna win.

Don't tell her I told you.

No, I, I won't say a word.

Um, where's the cake? I don't know.

She's not even fixing it here.

It's in her friend's pastry kitchen or something.

Wow, a wedding.

How exciting.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, exciting.

Um, do me a favor, will ya?

Work on her for me.

Okay. It would really mean a lot to Nick.

All right? Mm-hmm.

All right, thanks, honey.

Bye. I'll see ya later.

(seagulls calling)

No, no, no, no, no!

This can't be where they're putting us.

Harv, you want to explain to me

what the hell's going on around here?

Aye, aye, Captain, though I wonder, Nash,

you know, if, like, Plato himself could describe

our city's particular brand of whimsy.

Uh, but what I overheard is

that this here is our temporary housing,

or I should say docking, while our city engineers

try to determine whether the rotunda

is either earthquake safe and/or fixable,

then we're going back there.

But my guess, Nash, not for long,

because there's too much liability.

No, no, no, no, I like the rotunda.

I know, man,

but nobody who wears a suit does.

Anyway, you know,

the city insurance carrier gets in the mix.

Of course they don't like any of the city's buildings.

So they're saying this is the only space

that they'll deem earthquake safe.

See, actually, we're on the water, you know.

So, during an earthquake, we're just gonna

kind of go up and down. Up and down.

I get it.

Where do I live? Right here.

BRIDGES: You know, I kind of like it, man.

It's got plenty of air conditioning.

DOMINGUEZ: Our only worries are tidal waves

and low-flying seagulls. Oh, excuse me.

LEEK: It's all right, it's all right.

Oh, listing to starboard.

Wow. Nice.

Say, Bridges, how would you describe this decor?

What, uh, early Poseidon Adventure?

What, do you keep a little

Dramamine in your desk drawer there?

(chuckles): He's cute, isn't he?

Listen, just before you leave

for that comedy tour of the Catskills,

how about updating us on the lab video?

KATZ: Fred, log on to the Internet and show them.

Ooh, Fred.

Use my chair.

Well, thank you.

KATZ: We took a videotape image

of the bad guy, and we processed it

through our new computer that compares photos

against driver's license photos.

We came up with a match.

Jared Love, he just did

a nickel and a half at San Q

on a Silicon Valley commercial prowl.

He was released ten months ago.

So, with this video placing him at the scene,

we have every basis for a conviction.

In fact, this case is in the bag.

Except for one small problem.

(laughing)

They can't find him.

KATZ: That's right. We can't find him.

Now that's where you come in.

Oh, just a small problem.

Find Jared Love,

and we'll handle everything else.

And, uh, what would everything else be?

Whatever comes up.

Oh, whatever comes up. All right.

Harv, do me a favor.

Check all the records on this guy Jared Love.

County clerk, Health Department, schools, the works.

I want to know who he knows in this town.

Everything, got it? Yeah.

Evan, Bryn. Yeah.

Who do we know that deals in these specialty drugs?

Oh, the only local handler is Gene Kwon,

but this is a huge score, even for him.

Well, it sounds like Gene's moving up in the world.

There's his address.

Thank you. Go get 'em.

KWON: So, Jared,

let me see the Penesol.

LOVE: I need to see the money.

It's light.

Jared, I know it's less than you expected,

but it's still a good deal.

Yeah.

For you and Mr. Keneally.

Mr. K isn't getting

what he anticipated from his distributors,

so, uh, he expects you to make an adjustment.

Is that right?

Yes.

That's exactly right.

Okay.

(two gunshots)

(gasps)

How's that?

Now we're both light.

Huh?

You ever try this stuff?

Hell, no.

Well, my friend, you

are in for a treat.

(panic shouting)

(brakes screeching)

(short siren blast)

MAN: Hold it back. Go ahead.

WOMAN: Okay. Fred, over here.

BRIDGES: What's happening?

Jumper on the roof.

He's got one of the paramedics.

KATZ: Bridges, I'm an expert in these situations.

I'll handle this.

BRIDGES: Hold on, Katz, hold on.

KATZ: It's my case. Watch and learn.

FBI coming through.

Please. I'm a mediation expert.

(woman crying)

Gene?

I'm David Katz.

I want to be your friend.

I'm so high, man.

You want to jump off the building with us?

Gene, Gene, I want to tell you a very important secret.

What?

You know, I know a place where

we can earn a whole lot a money.

KWON: What are you saying?

Come a little closer to me.

(gags)

A Winnebago full of money.

You think this is about money?

I'm flying, man.

(shrieking)

KATZ: Oh, I got him!

I got him. I got him.

(yelling)

(screaming)

(body thuds)

MAN: I got his badge.

Wow.

Gene? Gene? Gene? Yes.

Tell me what you know about Jared Love.

Where did... Where did he go?

Where does he hang out?

How do we find him?

Who does he know here in town?

Come on, Gene, stay with me here.

He has this girlfriend he talks about all the time.

Dana something.

How do we find her?

Gene?

Gene?!

DOMINGUEZ: Think Kwon'll live?

Depends on how much Penesol he's got in his system. Hmm.

I don't give him much of a chance.

KWON: Bridges, Dominguez, wait, wait up!

All right, all right, I'm still in charge here.

That was one hell of a dive, Katzoid.

I give you a five point eight. I only gave you a five-four.

You didn't hold that pike position long enough.

Ah. That's very funny.

Now, I assume that you interrogated Kwon

after I, uh... after I, uh,

departed and...

WOMAN: Okay, let him through.

Excuse me just...

(retching and coughing)

Charming.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. Thanks.

Why don't you keep it? Oh, thanks.

I'm gonna follow Kwon to the hospital.

You do that. We'll see you later.

Harvey, give me some good news, bubba.

We got a hit. County Clerk's office.

Jared Love applied for a marriage license.

Really? Who did he marry?

He hasn't gotten married.

He didn't execute it yet.

Would the bride-to-be be named Dana?

Man, who tells you this stuff

while I'm out there humping for you.

Yes, her name is Dana Traynor.

Not only didn't she marry the guy,

she's filed a restraining order

against him, Nash, for stalking her.

Since then she logged 11 calls

to the cops against him.

Find her, Harv. Put a big-time move on her.

All right.

(phone ringing)

(ringing continues)

(button clicks)

Keneally.

LOVE (over phone): Kwon is dead.

How's that?

Penesol overdose.

You got to be very careful.

What's going on, Jared?

What's going on is that I am the last person

you want to mess with, understand?

Now, do we have a deal?

Of course.

Jared, this is all news to me.

Send somebody up from San Diego right now

with the rest of my money.

I'll call you tomorrow morning with the meet details.

Alex.

Jared Love has gotten way out of hand.

Go up to San Francisco and get the drugs...

and bring Jared back here.

I want to kill him myself.

What are you doing?

Check my tongue.

I am not going to check your tongue.

It feels funny.

They didn't say anything about your tongue.

Your tongue is fine, and you're fine.

You don't care about me.

Of course I care about you.

I just think you should listen to the doctors.

Now, you got a tux?

Yeah, I got a tux.

Perfect. I can wear it from the wedding to my own funeral.

Oh, speaking of that,

you gotta go by Lisa's and get my tux out of the garage.

Yeah, okay. Hey, you got a cigarette,

or anything to eat with a lot of cholesterol in it?

You have gotten the last bit of sympathy

you're going to get out of me. Oop!

Who... When is my phone going to get hooked up?

So you're trying to tell me

you have zero level of sympathy left, huh?

Harv, what have you got on this Dana Traynor?

I found her. In fact, I just met her.

Very smart, very attractive woman.

She works in a bookstore off of Union Square.

And? I told her I was a cop, which was a big mistake

because she hates cops, because she feels

that we haven't done anything about this Jared Love

to stop him from stalking her.

Well, I guess that means

we're going to have to resort to plan "B".

Which plan "B" would this be?

That would be the most efficient plan.

The one that I come up with on the spot when I get there.

Oh, hey, Joe. Hey, Cass.

My dad's tux is in the basement.

I'll be right back. Okay.

Where's your mom?

She had a catering gig until late.

Help yourself if you want anything to eat or drink.

Okay.

Maybe I will.

Oh.

(whistling)

(sotto voce): Yeah.

I'll just have a little...

I'll just have a little piece of this.

Ooh, baby!

Mmm! Mmm! That's pretty good.

(screams) What?

Joe! Joe, that cake you're eating

is worth half a million bucks!

That's my mom's contest entry!

Oh.

That U.... That U.... that U.S. Baking Contest thing?

Yes, Joe.

I can't believe you ate that cake!

Well, you said, "Help yourself."

Yeah, but that doesn't mean

you cut into a whole uncut cake.

Oh, excuse me.

Now I know "help yourself" means help yourself

to anything but a whole uncut cake.

Oh, man!

That looks okay, doesn't it?

Joe. Put some of this...

Hi. Hi.

We're about to close.

Can I help you find something?

Ah, well, can you recommend a good adventure story,

maybe with a little romance?

Well, you want 60 pages and pictures,

or 800 pages and long Russian names?

I don't know.

Maybe some... Shusaku Endo in the Japanese existential genre.

No, but I have an incredible

Latin American fantasy realism novel by Isabelle Allende.

I've already read everything of hers.

Who's this guy John Grisham?

Never heard of him.

Excuse me. (chuckles)

She knows literature.

Uh-huh.

I think I see where this is going.

(phone rings)

Hello. City Books. Dana here.

It's me. Job's over. Pack your bags.

It's time.

Jared, do not call me.

I can't accept that, Dana.

We have a great life waiting for us.

I'm coming over.

Don't bother, okay?

The store's closing. I won't be here.

Wait there, Dana.

Jared, okay, you're not listening to me, okay?

There is no point in you continuing this.

Wait there, damn it! I'm coming over!

Good-bye, Jared.

(slams down phone)

Do you have a car?

DANA: I cannot believe you just explained the balk rule.

That's incredible.

I've never met anyone who could do that.

The curse of a photographic memory.

Um, let me ask you something.

Why did you... why did you want me to drive you home?

Oh, it's just one of your typical psycho stalker situations.

DANA: There's this lunatic-- right?-- named Jared Love.

He's been obsessed with me for about six months.

You know, he follows me around, he calls me all the time.

And, in the last couple of weeks,

he's gotten a lot more persistent.

Have you called the police? Oh, yeah.

Tried that. They're no help.

He's a lot smarter than the police anyway.

You know, I realize

I haven't asked what you do.

I'm a... teacher.

I teach high school English.

Well...

BRIDGES: Is this somebody you know?

No.

Excuse me. Can I help you?

I'm looking for Jared Love.

And you are?

I came to talk to her.

Why don't you just do yourself a favor

and just turn around and leave?

And why don't you stay smart and stay out of this?

(sputtering)

Now, talk to me, baby.

Tell me, where's Jared?

You know, I... I'm telling you,

we're... we're not following you.

You know what? I don't know.

DANA: And I don't care.

Nash wants us to follow him.

Who is this guy?

I have no idea.

Now go away before I scream

and get ten neighbors out here in two seconds.

I'll check back later.

(laughing)

That's funny?

Well, I... I was just thinking. (car door closes)

Now your stalker has a stalker. (car driving away)

That's a good one.

Um... let me ask you something.

Do you want to have some dinner?

Sure.

(romantic piano music playing)

DANA: You are not like most high school English teachers I know.

(Nash chuckles)

Um, well, I... I used to teach social studies.

Oh, yeah?

Let me ask you a theoretical question.

Sure, go ahead.

How much information do you think someone should give up

on a first date?

Is this a date?

No, but if it were a date, do you...

tell all and see where the cards fall,

or do you... say as little as possible

and preserve a sense of mystery?

(sighs)

Well, it's been my experience

that as long as you be yourself,

you don't have to worry about what you say.

You got that from reading Proust.

(chuckling): I don't think so.

This is really weird.

(laughs)

How can I be this comfortable with you?

I just met you.

I don't know.

So what do we do?

(sighs)

I think probably the best thing

we should do now is order the main course.

(chuckles)

I think maybe you're right.

I'm gonna go to the ladies' room now.

I'll get the waiter.

(beeping)

(phone rings)

Hello.

NASH (over phone): Are you on this guy?

We lost him; he shook us.

Somehow he made us; he must be good.

Let's find out how good.

His name is Alex Payton.

His, uh...

his DOB is 5/10/63,

and an address out of San Diego.

You got his date of birth?

Yes, I did.

I'm not even gonna ask.

All rightie, we'll check out Mr. Payton for you, Nash.

Stay on it, thanks.

Don't you ever hang up on me again!

The conversation was over, okay?

I said good-bye.

Who's the date?

He's a bookseller.

I told you I was coming over.

Jared, you are violating a restraining order.

What's it gonna take for you to understand that no means no?

I won't have you talk like this to me.

Come on!

Let go of me. Let go!

You can't run, you can't hide.

(sighs)

Are you okay?

He's here, isn't he?

He was. He's gone.

Nash, come on. Don't. He's not worth it.

DOMINGUEZ: Okay, a little vanilla.

I think that's cool.

All right, vanilla's in. What's next? Come on!

Um, okay, two egg yokes.

Two egg yokes, all right.

Here.

Two egg yokes, okay, two egg yokes.

Tell me about it.

Joe, you, you have What?

to take the shell out of there.

What about the egg whites?

What do we do with those?

I don't know. What do you mean, you don't know?

It doesn't say anything about the egg whites.

Well, what, you just throw 'em away or what?

Joe, I don't know. You're looking at me?

I mean, either my mom cooks or I eat out or I don't eat.

(muttering)

Don't break the yoke, Joe.

Don't break the...

And take the shell out.

Will you please?

Oh, man. Joe...

All right, well, egg whites stay,

and a little bit of...

shell!

That'll give it grit. Oh, man.

All right? Okay, what's next?

Okay, okay, next, next, next.

All right, next you have

to flame this part with the whiskey.

Can you do that? Hey, watch this.

Okay. Flame with whiskey. Flame with the whiskey.

Yes. Okay.

Okay, there you go.

Whoa!

Don't breathe that if you're under 21.

Um, Joe,

the temperature's way too high

and you put way too much in there.

Hey, don't backseat cook, will you, please?

Okay.

Go ahead.

All right, you ready?

(strikes match)

Voil�.

(both scream)

Joe! Oh, my God! Joe!

Joe, are you okay? Joe?

Are my, my eyebrows still there?

(Bridges and Dana chuckling)

Thanks for dinner.

I had a great time.

Yeah, well, for someone who got hijacked,

I'm glad you feel that way.

I do.

You gonna be all right?

I'm gonna be all right. All right.

But there's one more thing.

(seagulls calling) Good morning, gang.

(helicopter blades whirring) Hey, Charlie, what'd y'all find out?

CORTEZ: Uh, nothing.

We searched all over the restaurant.

There was no sign of Jared Love.

What about the patrol units at Dana's house?

No, man, they just called.

Everything's been quiet since your...

um, you know, uh... departure.

Oh, (chuckles) my departure.

I will remember that.

Didn't, didn't say a thing, man.

Nash, anything I heard I took as petty jealous gossip.

BRYNN: Okay, this is what we do have.

Alex Payton is a mob bounty hunter from San Diego.

Works for Eddie Keneally.

He's got a couple of minor warrants.

Good, good, find him and put a hold on him.

Now, Eddie Keneall...

Ix-nay on the ick-day.

Wait. Did I just hear Eddie Keneally's behind this?

We've been trying to bust him for years.

He's got a drug network from Dallas to San Diego.

Here's the card key I took out of Payton's wallet.

It goes to some hotel room here in San Francisco.

There's only a couple of hundred hotels. Should be easy to find.

Who the hell is Payton? (phone rings)

And what about Jared Love?

I thought we were trying to find him.

Yeah? Nash.

Daddy, hi.

Um, you have to get over here right away.

(Joe sighs and groans) Yeah, we have a... a little problem.

CASSIDY: Mom didn't get home till late last night.

She's not up yet.

BRIDGES: I can't believe you did this.

Hey, man, if you had two days to live,

you'd do something a lot more outrageous

than eat two pieces of cake.

Oh, you don't have two days to live anymore, bubba.

And I'm talking about the fake cake.

Hey, man, we followed the same recipe.

It's exactly the same ingredients.

(sighs)

No question.

What's going on?

Oh, hi, Lisa!

Just some, uh, wedding planning here.

Uh, we brought you some bagels

for breakfast...

...'cause I ate your cake.

I didn't mean to. I... I... I tried to bake a new one,

but it didn't turn out all right, and I'm sorry, I...

Want some Giant tickets?

I got some Giant tickets for tomorrow's game. Box seats.

Bagels, too.

(sighs)

How did it taste?

I thought it tasted incredibly delicious.

Did Nash mention that I only have two days to live?

(sobs) I blame myself.

You do?

I should never have left it out on the counter.

Probably not.

And the only reason I did is because...

it wasn't my entry cake.

It was the backup cake.

I already turned in the entry cake.

You did?

You did? Mm-hmm.

It wasn't the real, it wasn't the real cake!

DOMINGUEZ (laughs): I knew it'd turn out all right.

See? It wasn't the real cake.

You're a genius.

And, and that cake was great, too.

('50s rock 'n' roll playing)

NICK: You know, Nash,

this is the first bachelor party I've ever been to

at 11:30 in the morning.

(laughing): Yeah, me, too.

We're on this big case right now,

and this is the only time that Joe could get it all organized.

I know, son.

I want you to know that I love Charlotte,

and this is something I want to do.

Well, that's all that's important, then.

And I'll be right there for you.

I'm glad.

(rock music blaring)

Hey, ho, in the house, it's DJ Joe!

Hey, ho, gentlemen, please welcome Ebony and Ivory!

DOMINGUEZ: Whoo! (laughing)

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

What do you say, geezers?

BRIDGES: We can't do this. We can't do this.

You're a cop.

When you're confronted with your own mortality,

see if you don't want to make every moment count.

No, no, the best part was when the head nurse came in,

and you tried to convince her

that the ladies were physical therapists.

Oh, that was good.

Hey, the only part of that that's not true is,

they don't have state licenses, that's it.

You want to be constructive, help me out with this problem.

What am I gonna do about Dana Traynor?

Hey, I remember a long time ago,

like, when I had 53 hours to live,

uh, you gave me some advice about being honest.

Hey!

That's real clever.

Our meet's not for an hour,

thought you'd hide a few guns, be smart, huh?

What you gonna do, you gonna kill me now?

(coughs)

Let me see the money.

(Love coughs loudly)

I know that's just for show,

but I do believe that's the rest of the cash you owe me.

Put it down.

Here's the Penesol.

So, you're giving me the drugs, huh?

Yeah, a deal's a deal.

What's this other stuff?

Got it from the same place as the Penesol.

Must be valuable.

We're square up now.

Tell Mr. K, I'm no longer available.

I'll waste any guy that comes after me.

Bye now.

DR. YANG: Unless we can find the man with the antidote,

we're going to have put you in quarantine by tomorrow night.

(sighs) I'm gonna die.

Well, let's just say, uh, it's imperative

that somebody find this man with the antidote... quickly.

(chuckles) Hi. Hi.

Um, we need to talk.

Uh-oh.

You have a very serious look on your face.

Does this mean you don't like me anymore?

(chuckles) Far from it.

Well, that's good.

Am I tipping my hand, here?

No, no, no. Um, can we, um, get a cup of coffee, or...?

Sure.

Let me get my purse, tell my assistant, and I'll be right back.

Brooke, I'll be back in a bit. BROOKE: Okay, see ya.

Hello, Dana. (gasps)

Let's go celebrate. Deal's over.

Jared, as soon as you let go of me...

I'm not gonna let you go, Dana...

Not now, not ever.

You scream, you make a commotion,

some of these people are gonna get hurt.

(yells)

Freeze! Police, put it down!

(people screaming)

(gunshot) (groans)

So, Jared Love's dead.

That means I'm next.

Don't say that.

Well, what are we gonna do?

I mean, where's the drugs, where's the antidote?

He told Dana he made the deal already.

So we find Payton, we find the antidote.

And that's exactly what we're gonna do.

Uh, she's in the clear.

It's justifiable homicide, only she doesn't know that.

So I think we'll take her down, you know,

try and scare her into giving up anything she might have on Keneally.

She's not involved.

Yeah, right, and I'm Ronald Reagan.

Let me tell you what you're gonna do.

You're gonna let her walk out of here right now,

and then you're gonna put every resource available to you

to helping us find Alex Payton...

right now.

Be happy to.

Just as soon as somebody tells me who the hell he is.

Get out of here.

Go on, beat it.

KATZ: Come on, let's go.

You're free to go.

Dana, I'm sorry. I...

I was coming here to... to tell you all this

when this happened.

You ever read a book?

I read books.

The only thing I lied to you about was my job.

Can't we just start over?

I kind of got a lot on my mind right now.

Can I... can I call you sometime?

I don't think so, Nash.

It's your real name, right? Nash?

(phone ringing)

(sighs)

Yeah.

Nash, we found Payton's hotel.

Uh, he's gonna be on the Sunset Limited

out of Jack London station in Oakland,

leaving in 15 minutes.

BRIDGES (over phone): On our way.

(tires squealing)

BRIDGES: All right, spread out.

Let's find this guy.

Evan, Bryn, hit the inside.

Harv, take two uniforms and check that end of the station.

Joe, I got him.

Grab that side.

Payton!

That's it.

Put the bag down gently.

BRIDGES: And get on your knees. Move!

(guns cocking) KATZ: FBI! Freeze!

Put... the bag... down... now.

Back off, Katz, I got this.

Bridges, this is our case, remember.

You're helping us.

Whatever you do, don't hit the bag.

KATZ: Get my drift? PAYTON: Must be something awfully valuable in this bag.

PAYTON: Huh?

That's not worth anything to you.

Could it be...

...this?

(glass shattering)

(Payton laughing): Or this?

Huh?

Hey, we can, uh...

We can, uh, still work this out.

Oh, yeah, we're going to.

And you know how it's gonna work?

You and the stooges are gonna back up,

and y'all gonna let me walk right on out of here.

Or I'll bust this whole bag!

I swear to God I'm gonna come back and haunt you for this.

Now move.

Come on.

Move it.

Now pardon me.

I got a train to catch.

Come on now.

Then you're, uh, probably gonna need your wallet.

(sighs)

(grunts) Wow.

(short siren blast)

Now that you've got the antidote, Inspector...

you're as good as new.

Thanks, Doc.

Yeah, thanks, Doc. We'll see ya.

Hi, everybody, this is Geraldo Rivera

with the exclusive, secret story

of how a biological apocalypse

nearly swept the city of San Francisco.

This is the story of a deadly virus on the loose,

and of a lone, heroic FBI agent

who stopped that virus dead in its tracks.

That agent, David Katz, joins me now to share his amazing tale.

David. Thanks, Geraldo.

That means a lot coming from you.

It all started when I was a small boy.

KATZ: My father used to... BRIDGES: Come on, we've got a wedding to make.

That meathead.

(church organ playing)

DOMINGUEZ: Hi, excuse me.

Excuse me. BRIDGES: Sorry.

Coming through.

Little old lady, coming through. Thank you very much.

Wow! You look beautiful.

Thanks.

Hi, sweetie.

Everybody's been waiting.

Um, the cake? What happened with the cake?

Oh. Third place.

Third place.

Well, that's good.

Yeah.

I won $50,000.

You won 50,000 bucks?

Yeah.

Whoa!

Maybe we ought a make it a double wedding.

No, no.

No. Done that. Okay.

All right, well.

Uh, where's your Dad? I don't see him.

Yeah. Where's Nick?

We thought he was with you.

(Charlotte sobbing)

(sighs)

This is good.

BRIDGES: I'll have what he's having.

Like a homing pigeon.

Didn't you single-handedly keep this joint open

for a certain number of years, Nick?

What the hell

are you all dressed up for, son?

A wedding.

A wedding?

Mm-hmm.

God.

I didn't miss your wedding today, did I, Nash?

Oh, hell. My memory.

Did I miss your wedding?

(sighs)

No, you didn't.

I'm sorry, son.

She a nice girl?

As a matter of fact,

I met a... a very nice girl yesterday.

I'm too old to be getting married.

I realize that now.

I was married once.

I was 28 when she died.

She left three children without a mother.

I didn't do the greatest job,

but... they didn't complain.

How can kids be so strong?

Come on, Dad.

Let's go home.

Don't worry, Nash.

We got each other.

Repair and Synchronization by Easy Subtitles Synchronizer 1.0.0.0