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You know, for a guy that's about to be promoted to lieutenant, you seem kind of

subdued. Damn uniform, man. It's built like a cheap hotel.

No ballroom.

Way too much information, Bubba.

So wool shrinks with age, right?

Yes, but man expands.

How's my hair?

Am I looking for something in particular?

I've got a trim. I figure short hair is more authoritative.

Just flip that stuff that's hanging down there in the front. Flip it back.

Yeah.

Joseph Dominguez.

Raise your right hand.

I, Joseph Dominguez, do solemnly swear to support the

Constitution of the United States and the State of

California and to faithfully discharge the duties

of a police lieutenant for the city and county of

San Francisco.

To the best of my ability.

To the best of my ability.

So help me God.

So help me God.

Congratulations.

Drop your hand.

You all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'm all right.

Morning,

George. You're up for three minutes.

All right.

George Larson.

For you.

Your past.

And your future.

All right, everybody. It's like we've got to pay the rent, so we're going to

take a quick break, come back with Springsteen and also the Stones and, of

course, the ever -lovely Joy Larson with the latest in news and weather coming

up in just a few minutes.

Okay, everybody?

Okay, let's hear it.

Female, three to the chest, pretty it is not.

PJ says she was a newscaster here for the past 15 years.

Now she has the news.

Let's go.

48 and single, also loyal, responsible, and stable. According to the station

manager, the very last person anybody would do this to. However, she did tell

him last week she thought somebody might have been following her lately.

If he is a stalker, that means there's going to be a trail.

All right, get a list of current and former flames, co -workers, old

that sort of thing. Good. Anything else?

Any videos, prints, eyewitnesses? No, no, and no.

He wore gloves, nobody saw him come in, and someone disabled the surveillance

early in the day. Guy's thorough.

I don't know what those people usually are. Let's get on the hunt.

Is that a new suit, Father?

I got the job. Figured I might as well dress the part.

You're not going to lose touch with the common people now, are you? How did my

secretary get back to you on that? Oh, well, before you do, you better feed the

masses, Lieutenant.

Okay.

Apparently, not two, but three other Joy Larsons have reported being watched or

followed during the last week.

Was that many Joy Larsons in San Francisco?

Six. After this homicide, five in the Bay Area. Three in San Francisco alone.

Anything connect these women beside a common name? If there is, we haven't

it yet.

All right.

Kathy, Rachel, check with the first three. Maybe between them we can get a

composite of the suspect, all right?

Antoine Harve, let's get some protection on these other two Joy Larson's in case

you're right and he got the wrong one.

You got it, Lieutenant.

From your wife?

Yeah. That's nice.

Janesh says you're going to be signing this stuff from now on.

What is it?

It's authorization to pay a plumbing company.

You need to sign here and here.

Yeah, well, I'm not going to sign anything until I've read it first.

Nash has signed it.

Yeah, well, Nash has read these things before. I haven't.

You're not going to read it now?

I'm busy, Ronnie.

When are you going to read it?

Later.

Okay.

Your coffee, Lieutenant.

Oh, thank you very much.

Mr. Collins.

Hey, it's Regina Adams.

Glad I caught you. The last Joy Larson I told you about? The one at the radio

station? Yes.

I'm not sure that's the woman you're looking for.

What do you mean?

Well, I thought she was, but then these other two surfaced.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that these other two seem to fit your beneficiary profile a little

closer. I'm sorry. I hope I haven't wasted your time, but in cases like

try to be as thorough as possible.

Mr. Collins, are you there?

Yes, I'm right here.

Oh.

Well, what should I do now?

What? Should I wait and see how many more you turn up?

I promise, that's it on the Joy Larson.

Would you like their information?

Yes. I think you shouldn't leave it at the desk.

Easy does it.

And Kareem makes the switch. And here we go.

Ms.

Larson, I'm Inspector Leak. This is Inspector Babcock, SFPD.

Can we talk in private, please?

Why would he be after me?

You tell us.

Well, I don't know.

No reason.

Joy, we'd like to offer you police protection.

What does that involve?

Well, we'll post a cop in an unmarked car outside your house.

Does anybody else live here besides your son?

Nobody. Just him and me.

Wow.

Big deal.

Okay.

Whatever you think's best.

Okay, good. We'll keep this as painless as possible. You keep that for future

reference. Okay.

Now, you were at the dead New Year's Eve concert?

I was.

Me too. I never got a poster with Jerry's signature on it, however.

Persistence and luck. I noticed your armband.

Oh, yeah, I'm a hopeless deadhead. Same here.

I'll bet we're in a lot of the same places together in our past lives.

Did you go to Egypt?

The Sphinx Theater concert, September 78th? Yeah.

Oh. I was this close to selling my truck for the airfare.

How about Alaska? You go to Alaska?

Summer solstice shows. I was there.

Me too.

The heart.

Okay.

Oh, well, we got to talk more.

Love to. All right. Anytime. Okay, great, great.

I don't get to meet many deadheads in this line of work.

Oh, man.

Didn't you think that there was something really cool about her? Oh,

I noticed.

Think you're going to be able to concentrate for us all day?

Antoine, the girl went to Egypt to see my dad. You don't know how cool that is.

Cool.

I'm trying to help you.

I don't want your help!

What you were trying to do.

You sure don't make this easy, Grandpa.

I'm not in the business of making things easy. Life is not easy.

I don't want your pity.

Is that why you think I'm here?

Because I pity you?

I don't think it. I know it.

Well, maybe I do. But not as much as you pity yourself, you mean old man.

Ah, a loving family. Always so nice to come home to.

For looking in on him, I'm sure he admitted it. I know I did.

I'm so glad I don't look him anymore.

And I never thought I'd say that to him.

Cassidy, come on.

Can you imagine what he's going through?

Just ask him.

Can't you be the bigger person?

Way past that, Dad. Way past that.

Cassidy. Veterans!

I just don't believe it.

Where's the crackers?

Son of a bitch! That's hot!

You're trying to scold me to death!

Okay, all right. Look, I'll put an ice cube in it. No!

Then it'll all turn watery.

I'll just have some toast instead.

Toast instead.

Okay. Is that a problem?

No, Nick.

It's not a problem.

You sound like that's a problem!

Nick, if you want some toast, I'll go and make it for you.

Just forget it.

I can already tell that it's too much trouble.

I got a better idea.

Since you already hate everything anyway, why don't we just get past the

and go right to the bitching?

Forget it. I'll get it to myself.

Nick, Nick, please just sit there, all right?

I will make you a toast.

Don't forget to burn it.

So, Ms. Larson, what did he say when he called?

He said he was from the phone company, but he sounded bogus.

Do you know those punks pulled that workman scam on me last year?

Walked off with my computer and a VCR.

I'd start 69 his ass.

And?

Well, he wasn't from the phone company.

He was calling from the Elliott Hotel.

Seen him?

Yeah. Kind of looks like the guy in 302.

302. You got a name?

It'll be Mr. Ryan Collins.

Okay, nobody comes in, nobody goes out until we come down. Give me a key,

please.

One more kick, you're dead.

You're the cops?

What the hell do we look like, room service?

Well, hell, why didn't you say so? We're saying it now.

It's cold.

Hey!

Hi, Regina.

Nice bridges.

Hi, David.

You can come look for me yourself, send these two guys.

Well, I'm hoping that it's not you I'm looking for.

How's the P .I. business?

Not bad.

Tell me what you know about Ryan Collins.

He contacted me about a month ago.

Said he was a tracer working for Apollo Insurance.

Had a beneficiary payment owed to Joy Larson of San Francisco.

He wanted me to find her.

He didn't give you any specifics?

If he knew which Joy Larson he was looking for, then he wouldn't have been

hiring me. Now would he, baby?

I do a lot of these gigs.

Cheddar's good, low risk. He had the right form.

It was routine.

Yeah. So you just dug up every Joy Larson in the Bay Area, right?

Was he hard?

Yeah.

But I know you, Regina.

You weren't in that hotel room to congratulate him. Now, were you, baby?

You were going to take him down all by yourself.

Think I couldn't?

That pasty -ass toe used me, Nash. I'm going to put him down.

No, you're not.

We are.

Put it down. I'll get to it.

But you have to. Just put it down and walk away.

Got a sec?

Not really.

I'll use any excuse to get away from this. What's up?

Did an NCIC check on this Ryan Collins?

He's listed as deceased.

Huh. The guy you're looking for is dead.

He was shanked in a cell at the Federal Corrections Institution in Oxford,

Wisconsin. He died two days before he was scheduled to be released.

Check with the prison. See if any of his buddies got released lately. They might

be using his name.

Then dig this guy Collins' file out of cold storage. Let's see what his story

is.

Was.

Yeah, that too.

Captain Bridget.

Pleasure to see you again.

Betty Ann.

Witness in the Hector Rodriguez case. You bite your nails and you're friends

the Cerebithians from Insectaron.

Yes, that's right.

But I've been to the doctor since then.

With the medicines I take, I have no issues.

Look, every cuticle intact.

Yes, but what about the Cerebithians?

They're gone.

So, you must be Nick.

I'm Betty Ann.

Captain Bridges never told me he had such a rugged and handsome father.

Why, thank you, Betty Ann.

I can't call you Betty Ann, can I? Of course. No need to stand on formality.

First order of business, I'm going to make you some homemade soup.

What a change for the better.

Anything else, Tessa?

For me.

Ponce de Leon was right. Florida has the fountain of youth.

Deadhead Joy Larson? Guess what?

Found her birth certificate in Tallahassee.

According to this, she's 32.

She look 32 to you?

Well, maybe some other Joy Larson.

No.

Okay. But some other explanation, then.

Waiting to hear it.

I've got the story on Ryan Collins.

Ever heard of a radical group called the Free World? Their big claim to fame was

the bombing of a Connecticut munitions factory in 1972.

Killed a night watchman and a couple of their own people.

Okay, so Collins was connected to this group?

He ran it.

What about Joy Larson? Is she part of it?

I didn't find Joy Larson anywhere.

Collins was put in federal prison for this?

Yeah. After the bombing, he fled and was caught in Baudette, Minnesota, trying

to get into Canada.

They found traces of the explosive and blood evidence in his car.

He got 25 to life, but... He did his time. He'd be walking the streets today

he hadn't been killed.

Then who the hell is Joy Larson?

Anybody see you?

No.

I sent my assistant down to the courthouse to file some papers.

Somebody using Ryan's name is following me. I thought you might know who.

No, how would I?

He wants to kill me, Ron. He already killed somebody with the same name.

Stay back here. I'll get rid of him.

Just a minute.

Look,

I'm busy right now. I'm Nelson Collins.

Ryan's brother.

Ryan? Ryan. Ryan Collins. He was defense attorney for the past 29 years.

You heard what happened to him, didn't you? Yeah, I did. I'm sorry. Look, I

prefer you not smoking here.

Get shanked by some lowlife prison scum two days before he gets out. Yeah, I

know. I'm the one who raised his parole hearing. I know the day he went to jail

was the day the life went out of my family, my mom, my dad.

We waited 29 years for him to get out of jail.

What are you doing here now, son?

I didn't want to involve you.

I didn't, but I gotta admit, you're very smart.

Because I can't find Joy Larson.

Wait.

You're not making sense.

Don't you talk to me like I'm some kind of idiot.

Ryan told me everything before he died.

He told me you're the one who forwarded all her letters to him.

You know where she is.

Where is she? She was your brother's.

girlfriend. That's it. She wasn't involved in the bombing. Snap the phone!

He wouldn't have done anything if it wasn't for her.

Nelson, respectfully, you don't know what you're talking about, okay? You

know the facts.

Shut up!

Shut up!

He ruined his life because of her.

Now are you going to tell me where she is?

Or do I have to blow your brains out and go through your...

She said, just be calm, please.

League. Javi.

Troy. He's got my address. He's going to my house.

Slow down.

Who's got your address?

The man you're after, the killer.

He's headed to my house right now.

Tommy's on his way home from school.

Okay, I'm on my way. Don't you go home. I'll call you from there.

What's going on, officer?

This isn't like one of those crack houses or something around here, is

You live around here?

Oh, yeah, right down the street.

You want a stakeout?

Go back to your house, sir.

Nothing to see here.

The reason I came over, officer, is you got a flat tire.

Two, one on the other side.

You don't want to do this, mister.

Open the trunk.

Get in.

Unit 103.

Unit 103.

Dispatch.

Unit 103.

Please respond.

5 Georgie 44.

Try to get to Unit 103 again. 103's not responding. Damn it. Roll back up then

to 2849 Clayton. Code 3.

You must be Tommy.

Come here, Tommy. I want to talk to you.

Get over here now!

Tommy, get out!

Police!

Drop your weapon!

Tommy, you okay?

Yeah.

Tommy, don't move, okay? Just get right here. Okay.

You all right? Huh?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Okay.

Okay, good, good. Good boy. It's over.

Call me on my cell phone. You threaten me. Was that after you snuck away from

the house? I had to run some errands. Joy, listen, I need the truth.

I can't stand this.

I wanted some time alone.

This is a copy of your birth certificate.

Dated 1969.

Now, I like to think I'm a chivalrous as an ex -guy. But that would make you 32.

Well, it's a clerical error. I had the same problem when I lost my passport.

I need you to look at that picture.

Who's this?

Susan Maynard.

Ryan Collins' girlfriend and a co -conspirator in a bombing of a company

made landmines during the Vietnam War.

Their bomb triggered an explosion of the munitions while they were still inside.

And allegedly, Susan was killed.

Does she look familiar?

You think this is me?

Take my fingerprints.

Unfortunately, I don't have Susan Mader's fingerprints on file.

Joy, look me in the eye.

Tell me this is not you.

Not me.

What happened to your hand?

Oh, I must have tripped running for a cab. No, it's okay. No, don't be silly.

Thank you.

Okay.

Let's go.

Go where? You and Tommy can't stay here.

We're going to put you in a hotel that we use for protective custody.

my imagination, or are we lifting?

Oh, no. We are indeed hard on our kill the court, sir. Leave that to

Starbridge, you're right.

Did Joe call a marine engineer, or do I have to get into it? I don't think

that's necessary. I heard him screaming into the phone earlier. I think he's

into it.

Now, Lee, what do you got going on the shooter?

I'm just still trying to link a Joy Larson to our gunman.

And?

Uh, nothing.

I mean, definitively.

Come on, give me some speculation.

Not really anything that I want to put out there yet.

That's it?

Well, don't worry, boss. I mean, I'm on the trail.

Okay.

Uh, Harvey.

No detours.

Good.

Let me help you in the tent.

There you go.

That's loose.

What?

There you go.

Where the hell's the marine plumber?

Vegas. Vegas?

Yeah, you didn't sign authorization.

Oh, that's great. That's just great.

We're taking on water. The bilge pump isn't working. Hey, I called the guy.

Won't come out without a P .O.

The rail's going down now to take a look.

All right, Ronnie, I want you to call a plumber, any plumber, get this fixed, or

say that's a direct order. I'll sign whatever you want.

Okay?

Here you go, Lieutenant.

You're welcome.

Hello, Inspector.

Hi. Oh, excuse me, Lieutenant.

Congratulations on your promotion.

Do I know you?

We've met.

I'm looking for Captain Bridges.

Oh, you're Betty Ann. I remember you. I'm looking for Captain Bridges now.

I'm taking care of Nick.

You see him?

Hoskins?

Hoskins?

Hoskins? Yeah.

See whether the Captain can see Betty Ann?

Right away, sir.

Here, just sleep in.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

Joe, this is getting ridiculous.

Is there some process by which we abandon ship?

This is not the Titanic.

Everything that's going to be fine is going to be repaired.

You know, you obviously need help. Why don't you hire an assistant?

Yeah, like how can I do that?

Well, maybe you can't, but Nash can. He's the captain.

Every captain has an assistant.

It's built into the budget. Look, it's right here. It's in section 33.

It's like executive assistant to the captain or something.

Is there somebody who can help us manage all the paperwork?

Yeah, all you have to do is post the job.

So you may live.

No problem. It's too cold to swim in here.

All right, we're cool. We'll get it.

Captain, I'll see you now.

See you later. Good luck.

Thank you very much.

I thought a progress report was in order.

Well, you could have phoned that one in.

I took the liberty of documenting the apartment with my digital camera.

Before and after, I dusted, folded, mopped, and polished.

Yes, there's a picture of my wall.

Oh, yes, I washed the walls, too.

I had no idea you could wash concrete walls.

True, you usually can't do it well unless you use a dilution of

hydrocylindromagnesium. I wear gloves. Don't worry, no noxious fumes.

I'd never do anything to compromise the health of your father.

Oh, yeah, look, there's a picture of him smiling.

That was right after I gave him a 90 -minute homeopathic massage.

Betty Ann, that's above and beyond the call of duty. Thank you.

Don't thank me.

It's a privilege.

We're cut from the same cloth, Captain.

We live to serve.

One last thing, Captain. If it fits into your schedule, I'd like to make dinner

for you and Nick tonight.

You cook, too?

Cook? I got my diploma from Le Chamberlain in Paris.

I know my way around a saucepan, Captain.

Excuse me, the file you wanted?

Oh, yes, that file. I want that file. Thank you very much. Perfect.

Could you help Betty Ann out to the front door, please? No need. I know this

barge like the back of my hand.

And I'll give the lieutenant that information.

Thank you. Bye -bye.

How do you like your escargot prepared, Captain?

Um, you tell me.

Light on the garlic, heavy on the butter.

Am I right?

I've got a preliminary copy of the court's phone record.

Someone made a call from here either before or directly after the murder.

Whoever it was called you.

Guys, give me a couple of minutes. That's okay. Tommy, please go with the

officer. Sir Red, I need to talk to your mom alone.

It's okay.

Go ahead. There you go. It's all right.

What's the matter?

Chase, I know you're Susan's mater.

You called me from Ron Sikora's office.

You were hiding in the back when he was murdered, so you called me. And then you

broke the glass in the door, and you left. And that's how you cut your hand.

Now, who killed him?

It was Ryan's younger brother, Nelson.

Why did he kill him?

He was looking for me.

What for?

He thinks I made Ryan do the bombing.

He blames me for everything, including Ryan getting murdered in prison.

And is he right?

No.

I didn't have anything to do with the bombing. I didn't agree with it, and I

wasn't there.

Whose body did they find in 1972?

A French exchange student who was hanging around with our group.

Susan, innocent people don't hide their identities. Innocent people don't run.

Harvey, don't be naive.

The munitions company was the biggest employer in the town.

Are you forgetting what the political climate was back then?

You think I would have gotten a fair trial?

I swear on Tommy's life, I had nothing to do with that bombing.

I have never committed an act of violence.

Ever.

You told me downstairs you want to see me?

Mm -hmm.

I have the Joy Larkin and Susan Mader file here in front of me.

It's interesting stuff.

Although I'm wondering why I'm reading it as opposed to hearing about it.

I want to get all the facts.

Yeah, me too, Harvin. When I don't get them fully, it leaves a bad taste in my

mouth.

Now, I'm not going to tell you how to do your job. You know how to do your job.

But I am going to ask you, what job is it that you're doing?

I think she's innocent, Nash.

Well, if you think she's innocent, then that's all we should be talking about.

I get it.

Let's not do this again.

You wanted to see me?

Get Regina in here.

I want to catch this bastard.

You got it.

Three suitcases and a big bag of stuff.

What? It's right behind you, right over there.

That was delicious, Betty Ann.

There's more.

Oh, no, no, no.

We're... Stuffed? Yeah.

I think I was stuffed about 700 calories ago.

That's interesting.

Most people relate to food in terms of aromas, flavors, likes, dislikes. You

relate to it in terms of math.

Why is that?

Betty Ann, it was just a figure of speech.

Just another way of saying I'm full.

But there are four courses to go.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

You've had a long day.

I think we can handle it from here.

No, really.

It's fine. We're fine.

You sure?

Yeah.

Go. Thank you.

Dismissed. Yes.

Well, I'll clean all this up when you guys go to bed.

Good night, then. Good night.

going to work out.

Happy family.

A little Nelson Collins irony.

Yep, it's him.

Okay, reply as follows.

Found Joy Larson.

Call if you want to make a deal.

Sounds like a cop wrote it. Mind if I put it in my own words?

Fine.

Okay, $30 ,000. You tell them what Joy Larson is, and we clear on this plan.

No, let's go over it another 15 times.

What, do you think I'm an amateur? I just want to make sure you get it all

firmly imprinted in that hard little head of yours. Honey, I got it before

even said it. All right, then stick to it, and don't call me honey.

Regina Adams.

Hey, what kind of deal you got in mind?

$50 ,000, and I tell you where the real Joy Larson is. $50 ,000?

That's a lot of money.

Yeah, murder's expensive and going higher. Whoa, look, it's up to 60 now.

All right, all right, I'll give you the 50. Just tell me where she is.

Well, what do you got?

Not a damn thing, that case, but thanks for coming.

Stop! Police!

Right there!

Police! No!

Wait! No, you know that he's there!

She deserves to die! She ruined my family! Wait!

No, you have to get her! Shut up! Hey!

It's over.

am i still here suzanne listen two distinct blood types were found in ryan

collins car back in 72 okay the car he drove away in after the bombing now the

theory has always been that somebody was injured in that blast and escaped with

him a blood test would rule you out

and i'm hoping

you'll do it voluntarily but if we have to

We can use this from Sikora's office.

Nobody was supposed to get hurt.

They did.

Lied to me at every turn.

Mom?

Harvey, don't take my son away from me, please.

I'm sorry.

Later, you're under arrest.

This is Marie and Joan, social services. They're taking care of Tommy. Tommy!

Hey, Bob.

Hey. Just found this.

Going through microfilm yesterday.

That was taken at an anti -war rally the day after I got my lottery number. This

kid, Joey Moretti, knew him since about third grade.

He ended up going to NOM, never coming back.

What was your number?

30... No, 27.

So you didn't have to go, did you?

Thank God.

War ended before I got called up.

I don't know, man.

Turbulent times again.

Yeah, and then we grew up.

Yeah.

We did.