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Oh, Daddy loves Chinese food.

I'm serious.

He likes it big, baby. It's more than a meal, Nash. It's a cultural experience

like Swedish massage.

Or Russian roulette.

Man, I thought you were going to sweat through your shirt.

Why are you kidding? It increases potency, baby.

What are you talking about, you low -rent? No, this is my street.

Are you not hearing me? No, I'm not. Hey, hey, hey. This ain't never going to

be, you get it. This ain't never going to be nothing but my street, all right?

Whoa, whoa, ladies, ladies, ladies. Come on, calm down here. Hey, no need to use

triple negatives now.

What's going on here?

Now, Bridget, will you tell this low -rent, discount, skanky piece of booty

get off my block? Hey, I just like that ratty -ass vehicle wrapped around its

skinny neck. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Easy, easy.

Hey, what are you doing?

Now, time out. Time out, you dry face.

Settle down.

Hey, you get off my street! Hey!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Listen to me.

This street is big enough for both of you. What's the problem? It's

I'm trying to run a business here. How are you going trespassing? Hey, hey,

Get out of here. Hey, I'm in such a good mood, I'm going to ignore you.

See that? Move along there, bub.

Now then. Now then. I'm going to suggest that you two listen to me.

You get together and work this street in shifts.

All right? So you won't be in each other's faces.

Yes. I can't work with her. Well, sure you can, because otherwise I'm going to

arrest your ass.

And then it'll be my street.

Hello. Yeah, hello.

Hey, it's me.

I got it.

Yeah, it's Nash.

You don't know me, Inspector, but my name is Emily Raskin.

I'm a reporter for the San Francisco Chronicle.

Yeah, Emily, what can I do for you?

I need to talk to you about your brother.

My brother? Yes, your brother Bobby.

What about him? I need to meet you.

What is it? Look, please, meet me at Fort Baker, right under the bridge in 30

minutes. I'll be in a blue convertible right near the water.

It's very important.

Wait a minute.

Your brother Bobby Nash, he was listed MIA in Vietnam when?

1973.

24 years ago.

I wonder what she wants to tell you.

Well, I can't wait to find out.

Take the car.

He didn't make it.

Now neither did she.

got on the shooter?

Bought a passport and a visa in his hotel room. He was a French national

traveling on a Paris -issued visa, but he lived in Thailand.

This was stamped yesterday.

Guy gets off a plane, checked into a hotel room, and then shoots and kills a

reporter all in 12 hours.

Very wonky.

The mail call. Got a postcard from our buddy Joe.

Joe!

Postage due?

On a postcard?

I'm sure it had something to do with the exchange rate. You know how Joe is.

Yeah. What is the currency in Montserrat?

Dear kids, wish you were here. Weather's been a little overcast since the

volcano started erupting two days ago.

Joe's in Montserrat? Not so bad, actually. A good 75 SPF sunscreen

pretty well against the lava flow.

I hope you're having fun. I know we will, too, as soon as we get the hell

here. See you next week. Love, Joseph.

Well, that explains a lot. You know, a cheap hotel rate, that kind of thing,

huh, Nash?

Yeah, right.

I'll be back in a minute. We'll get into this.

What's up with that?

I think that's about it, brother.

We're on the street yesterday. This reporter says she's got information

Bobby.

So? So what? So are you guys going to explain Nash's mood?

Look, there's some things we're still talking about. Excuse me.

Well, his brother was in Vietnam, right?

Yes, yes, right.

Michelle, come here, come here, come here.

Look, listen, Bobby was a helicopter pilot, okay?

He got shot down during his second tour in 73 over Camp Ovia. They found the

wreckage. They didn't find him.

Wow, so he's MIA.

Yeah, that's exactly right.

So were Nash and Bobby close?

From what I hear, Nash just idolized him. I mean, Bobby was a star

a certifiable war hero. He got the Silver Star and the Distinguished Flying

Cross before he got shot down.

And the crew does Bobby's part.

Yeah, he gave it to Nash to take care of while he was in NOM. Wow, no wonder

he's so protective of him.

I'm no psychiatrist, but I think that Nash secretly hopes that Bobby will show

up one day and reclaim it.

Reclaim what?

Nothing, boss. I'm calling the Thai consulate.

Let's make one thing very clear, guys.

This case is not about my brother, okay?

It's about a woman with a husband and a family who was murdered.

And let's stay focused on that.

All right? Right, sir.

Emily had just gotten back from... Thailand and Saigon.

She was a great reporter.

She was working on a series of articles she said would finally win her that

Pulitzer Prize she's been wanting.

What was she writing about?

It was an expose on the Southeast Asian heroin trade.

A pipeline connection she was calling the New French Connection. We'd like to

see all of her interviews and notes, if you don't mind.

You can have them all.

I kept everything on computer.

I have it over there in my office.

Captain Raskin, we are going to get whoever's responsible for your wife's

When you do, you better keep him away from me.

You know this guy?

No. But he has Emily's computer.

Stay here. We'll take care of it.

Get ready. Yeah.

Please, please!

Don't move!

Put your hands on your head and get on the ground.

Put your hands on your head and get on the ground! A nice move.

Put your hands on your head now. Do it!

Thank you.

So,

Francois Leblanc, if I find out that you were directly involved in the murder of

Emily Rathken,

I'm going to lock you down so long you'll be able to learn English as a

language. You understand, Bubba?

He says he can't help you.

Really? Well, that's too bad.

Then I can't help him.

Book him.

My pleasure.

Why don't you print through Interpol?

Check with the French consulate. Call me wacky, but I'm going to bet you

Monsieur LeBlanc has pissed off cops before.

Let's go get up.

No, no, nothing as frivolous as that.

So, who are you?

It doesn't matter.

But I have something for you.

Open it.

Thanks, but it really doesn't go with my... No, no, no, no, no, no. Open it.

It's yours.

All you have to do is get me Emily Raskin's computer.

You have many sides to your set.

So I guess the only answer is yes.

Good.

How do I contact you?

I've got your number.

Oh, Michel.

You do anything other than exactly what I've asked.

I'll be very disappointed.

I'm not looking for trouble.

There you go, try this.

I didn't know you could cook.

Call it what you will.

So, uh, let me understand this.

Five heavily armed men, and your plan was to take them down with a five -clip,

.32 caliber gun.

That was what you had planned there, huh?

Sounded better in my head.

Yeah, well, next time, don't use your head.

You stay in your head, you're gonna get toasted.

It comes from here.

Okay, what would you have done?

Well, I would have taken the money, then I would have called them later and

asked them for more money in exchange for Emily's computer.

And then I would have taken them down at the drop.

Smart.

I'm sorry.

I feel so bad that I messed up, knowing how you feel about your brother and all.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

Let's stay focused on Emily here.

That's our case.

Okay?

Yeah.

Hello?

Cassie? You're right down.

Hurry up. Nick's going to be late.

Relax, son. It's good to keep a doctor waiting once in a while.

Morning.

Morning.

Who's that?

You're asking me?

I have no idea.

Hi, Daddy. Hi, Grandpa.

Hi.

Who's the guy in the towel?

That guy?

Yeah, yeah. The very same guy that walked out of your mother's bedroom in

towel, into the kitchen, and just walked back in there. That guy.

Mom didn't tell you, huh?

Apparently not, no.

Well, picture's worth a thousand words.

Aunt Lynette, look who's here.

Nice.

Wow.

It's good to see you.

That has to be so early.

Ah, Lynette.

It's all becoming very clear now. And it's almost four.

Lynette.

Lisa's sister.

Yeah, you remember my dad, Nick. Yeah, sure, I remember you. How you doing,

Nick? Fabulous.

I thought you were teaching windsurfing or something like that in Indonesia or

Botswana. Yeah, I was.

And then I started crewing on this yacht in Haiti.

With Harry.

The guy in the towel.

Harry. Yeah, he's not staying.

I could have told you that.

So what, Lisa didn't tell you that I was house -sitting?

Uh, no.

Yeah, Lisa figured it'd be a good idea if Cassidy had a roommate.

You'll notice that I didn't say role model.

So how long are you planning on staying?

Well, I don't know. We'll just see how it goes.

Well, I think we need to get a few rules straight if you're planning on staying

for any length of time.

Wait. Are you or are you not my ex -brother -in -law?

Uh, yes, I would be your ex.

But as long as you're living in this house with my daughter, I am still the

However, while Lisa's gone, this is Cassidy's house, and you're the guest.

Well, what does Cassidy have to say about that?

Don't you worry. She'll put her two cents in.

Nash. Nash, we've hit the mother load. Tell me.

I was able to download her hard drive into my computer.

It's all there. All her notes. Hell, I'm still getting them. Names, dates,

photos, feeling for it.

Beautiful.

I'm on my way down.

Okay.

So I don't care how you work it out. You and Cassidy figure it out.

I'm fine with it. Just so long as it works for her.

Sure. I don't want to cause any waves.

Don't kid yourself, sister.

That's what you do best.

Gerard Marquette, a relic from an old French plantation family in Vietnam.

consolidated, that is, wiped out most of his competition in the Pacific Rim.

Michelle?

I'm right here.

Don't be so far away.

Take a look.

Survey says... That's the guy from the car.

All right.

Oh, check it out.

Madam New.

Why am I not surprised she's involved in this?

Do you know her?

Intimately. Yeah, Madam New's the grand dame of the Chinatown crime scene, widow

of Victor New, who was wiped out about ten years ago by the Triads.

And now she runs the business?

She took her husband's, like, maybe $5 million a year Asian heroin venture,

turned it into a $30 million a year tax -free enterprise.

You could think of her as the...

Priscilla Presley of the Imperial Empire. Exactly. That's impressive.

Can you enlarge that?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

I'll clean it up.

Print that out.

What is it, man?

Who's that?

I think it's my brother.

Nash, come on, man.

What are the chances this guy's your brother?

Better and better all the time.

Okay.

Come on, let's go back for a second.

Your brother was shot down, right?

Let's say that Bobby's lucky enough to survive the crash.

Let's say that he was lucky enough to avoid capture. Let's go so far as to say

that he's able to make his way out of the jungle, across enemy lines, and get

someplace safe.

I mean...

He doesn't drop a dime to tell you that he's okay. Not in 24 years, man.

I know all this, Harv.

Nash, I'm not saying that he's not... What are you saying?

I'm just saying, what are the chances?

Never been about Tantan, Harv.

Come on, Michelle, let's take a ride.

I'm saying step out of the fountain now.

Step out of the fountain, mister.

Let's go.

This could be trespassing charges.

Get out.

Inspector Bridges and Chan, what's going on?

He was feeding the pigeons causing a public nuisance. I told him to move on.

wouldn't go and resisted arrest.

And then he runs into the fountain.

All right, we'll handle it.

Angel, come on, get out of there.

Nash, I had a feeling I'd be seeing you today.

Don't say that.

Come on, get out of there now.

Nash, you're on a quest, aren't you? Let me offer you some guidance.

Let me offer you a towel. I think it'll be a little more effective at the

moment.

Hello, Michelle.

How do you know my name?

Ignore him.

Your meticulous nature has once again shown its advantages.

You don't have to handcuff me. I won't be leaving you today.

Oh, I'm sorry, Angel.

It's the rules, you know? They wouldn't understand.

Here.

Climb in there.

Put that in a dry pocket.

You know, your feathers are looking whiter than the last time I remember.

I just had them dry clean.

Really? Thank you for noticing.

Stay here. We'll be right back.

Wait!

You're not leaving me here alone.

People get arrested for leaving their dogs in their cars.

Dogs aren't angels.

Besides, you're in a convertible.

And since you're my guardian angel, you can watch after my car.

This isn't your car yet, Nash.

But it will be soon.

What does that supposed to mean?

I told you, don't pay any attention to him.

Please, keep all the bottles of porcelain together.

Inspector Bridges.

Madam New.

What a surprise.

I had no idea you were moving.

It was a written decision.

Based on?

Contingencies.

Contingencies. Say hello to Inspector Chan.

My pleasure.

Hello. Where are you moving to?

Hong Kong.

Hong Kong?

Why are you here?

A reporter for the Chronicle was murdered.

A man that pulled the trigger worked for a guy by the name of Gerard Marquette.

I was hoping you could help me find Monsieur Marquette.

We are already in the third act of an opera that is heading toward its

inevitable conclusion.

I have a flight to make. I must go.

I don't know.

With all due respect, you're not going to go anywhere unless you answer my

questions.

Marquette has a new competitor for control of the heroin grown in the

highlands. And who's that?

An American named Bobby Chase.

Tell me about him.

Please sit down.

Thank you.

He's from an area far north in Thailand where there are no other Westerners.

He's lead us in the war.

He organized the villages in the region into a poppy growing for his own heroin

empire.

Go on.

Marquette's business began to suffer.

He tried to have Chase murdered.

He missed.

Yet, he found Chase's wife and children.

Marquette murdered. his wife and children?

Yes.

And Chase was in town?

Yes.

To kill Marquette?

Yes.

Where can I find Marquette?

I don't know.

But if I were you, I'd check the art importers in town.

And Chase?

Where would he be?

Where he's comfortable, maybe in Chinatown.

If you have no further question, now I must leave.

Madame Nhu, you can go.

But don't ever come back.

Run a check with all the art importers in town. Show them a photo of Marquette.

If you come up dry, check with my friend Eleanor Carey at Cunningham and Carey.

She should be able to help you ID him.

Okay, I'm on it.

What's the matter?

Bad feeling about all this.

Hey, Nick.

What are you doing?

Forgot how this old projector works.

Maybe that's because it's been 20 years since we used it. I found all the old

films from the year you won the CIF championship.

I never won a CIF, Nick.

Remember that 65 -yard touchdown run you had against Crespi?

That was Bobby.

Where you been, son?

I've been at work.

Good of all your mother.

I'm worried sick.

You all right, Nick?

Bobby, tomorrow I want you to mow the lawn.

Yeah, okay.

I get it.

Tomorrow I'll mow the lawn.

Are you staying, Bobby?

I'm here for the long run.

Been so hard with you going, son.

I didn't know it till I saw you.

Have you seen Bobby, Nick?

Bobby?

You go get Nash and Stacy and tell them to come in for dinner.

Your mother's got it ready.

Bobby was here, wasn't he?

Yeah, boss.

Put a cap on my phone.

On your phone?

On my apartment.

Would that be of the official or unofficial variety?

Unofficial.

And put a unicop outside my front door and make sure he has a photo of Bobby

Chase.

Consider it done.

Well, what happened?

Visited Nick yesterday.

Bobby Tate is my brother.

You sure, Nash?

When I wasn't sure, I was hoping that it was.

Now that I am sure, I'm wishing it wasn't.

Evan.

Yes, sir.

Go over to my apartment.

If Nick goes out, go with him. If he gets a phone call, listen in. And if

Tate shows up, handcuff him to something immovable and call me immediately.

Got it.

Now what?

My problem was a multiplying.

You're going to party, Bubba. I've gone from being a public nuisance to a

contempt of court charge.

All right, what happened?

The short version.

Well, I went to court and the judge ordered me to remove my wings.

Said they were inappropriate courtroom attire.

And?

I told them they don't come off.

Nash, I think I got a line on Marquette.

Hello, Michelle.

Hello.

Saddle up.

Here's what I want you to do. I want you to go right over there and sit down and

be a good little angel until I get back. And don't bother anybody.

Somebody? Harp.

Yeah. Check. Take two guys.

Gentlemen? Go around to the back.

Michelle, the rest of you guys stay with me.

Move. Move.

Let's go.

Remember, Marquette's the one we're at.

Ready?

Go.

Get those hands where I can

see them, boys.

Where's Marquette?

She's not here.

Where's your bot?

Where are you going to find them?

Want to bet?

What are you, a gun dealer?

Well.

All right.

Look at this.

What do you bet that Marquette's on the other end of this line waiting to hear

about this deal?

I take that bet.

Mm -hmm. What do you do, recall and send?

That'll do it.

Now, where are you boys from?

Texas?

Oklahoma? Kansas?

Once in a while I get lucky.

Well, hello there, Mr. Marquette. This is Inspector Bridges, SFPD.

How are you doing this afternoon?

I'm busy, Inspector.

I'm trying to make some money.

Well, I'm afraid we've made that task a little more difficult for you. You see,

we're down here at, what do you call this place? The art import sort of

deal thing here in North Beach.

You know your cowboy distributors?

Well, you can write them off.

Well, that's no good.

If I lose money there, I'll have to make up for it someplace else.

Those kind of half -assed threats, they just make me laugh.

Now, if you want a piece of me, why don't you come on down and see me?

Better yet, tell me where you are and I'll come see you.

I'm wrapping up some other business and then unfortunately I have to go back to

Asia.

Perhaps we can meet in Hong Kong.

Oh, no.

We're going to meet way before then.

Garth, do me a favor.

Clean this mess up and go easy on the art.

All right, boys, come on. Slip on your chaps. We're going for a ride.

Anything happening?

No, no. Nick just got up a little bit ago and I have to cook him breakfast,

he didn't want anything.

Any calls?

No, absolutely quiet.

All right.

What a deal.

I know I slept a cog last night, but I'm feeling better today.

I don't want to be a burden, Nick.

Nick, you're a lot of things, but being a burden ain't one of them.

You, uh, you want to talk about it?

I have a feeling you do.

I'd like to know where he is.

We can't help you. I wish I could, but I can't.

He's not just like him.

Comes to see you and doesn't see me.

You always were competitive with him, weren't you, Nash?

What? No, get out of here.

Nash, Nash, he's your older brother. He wanted to be just like him.

You worship the ground, he walked on. Hell, who could blame you?

Bobby could light up a room.

And I, for one, am glad he's back.

He isn't back.

Will you listen to yourself?

You're talking about him like he's the prodigal son returned.

What about the rallies? What about the MIA meetings?

Well, at the time, we thought... That he was dead.

That's exactly right.

We thought he was dead.

He let us think that for 24 years, Nick.

24 years he let us think that he was some kind of a hero.

24 years.

We didn't know he had a wife and children.

That you had a daughter -in -law and grandchildren.

Then he comes back here and doesn't even have the heart to face me?

Who is that guy?

He's my son, Max. He's a deserter.

He's alive.

Can't you just be happy about that?

So, let me understand this. What you're saying is you're just willing to cut him

any amount of slack.

Is that right?

I didn't say he was my favorite son, Ash.

Well, that sure as hell sounds like what you're saying.

Why are you so mad at me?

One of the cowboys cracked Marquette Sting at the North Point under an

name in the presidential suite, but he's out right now. All right, I'm on my

way.

I lost your mother.

I thought I lost your brother, and the fact that I didn't outweighs everything

else. Can you understand that?

Not right now, I can't.

Here's my cat's guard.

Let's go.

We got one cat.

Michelle? I'm gonna cover these guys.

Tell me what you got, Harv. Just talked to center cab dispatch.

The cab you saw, 1052, just dropped his fare off at 3211 and a half Grant Street

in Chinatown. It's a rooming house.

What about the cabbie? Guy named Desmond Desai.

He's been with the company 14 years. It was a straight fare, Nash, on the up and

up. All right, Harv, thanks.

Listen, call Emily Raskin's husband.

Tell him we got Marquette.

Will do. Nash, you want us to meet you there?

Nope. Flying solo on this one.

I'm a policeman.

I'm looking for this man.

Have you seen this man?

That man said for you to meet him.

Where? Across the street at the end of the alley.

Thank you.

How you doing, Bubba?

Bobby.

Thanks for taking care of Marquette for me.

Had it coming.

Where you been, man?

Here and there.

Mostly there.

You did good, bro.

Why don't you call, Bobby?

I didn't do a lot of things.

Kind of took a big left turn.

I guess you know that by now.

What were you thinking, man?

Wasn't really thinking.

You think I wanted my life to go on like this?

You think this is what I had planned?

I don't know what to think.

There you go.

So are you back?

I can help you, Bobby.

I know you're good, Nash.

I've been watching you.

But you can't fix it.

You know what I was thinking about the other day?

Remember my green Pendleton?

I remember you beat the crap out of me when I took it out of your

closet.

That didn't stop you.

I wanted to be like you.

Yeah, well, now I want to be like you.

What do you want me to do?

Let me go, Nash.

I don't want to, Bobby.

Take care of Dad and give Stacy a hug.

Attorney's office, Polo.

Thank you. Yeah, we've been invited to join a task force, Operation French

to make cases against all the players in this new Asian cartel. Yeah, they've

got copies of all of Emily's articles.

Opera's over.

What?

Emily ended it when she started writing about it.

But never fear.

It'll start up somewhere else.

So, Nash, what happened in Chinatown?

Did you find what you were looking for?

Salutations.

Angel,

what are you doing here? Aren't we finished with everything?

I had a vision, Nash.

I need to share with you.

Private.

Well, this is about as private as it gets.

Share away.

I heard a voice telling you to close the door behind you.

Close the door.

He isn't coming back, Nash, ever again.

That's not important.

What is important is why I'm giving them to you.

Why?

So you could be whole.

What was that all about?

Whatever it is, an angel is all about.

So you didn't finish, man?

Chinatown?

Fine by the chain?

Nope.

were born before the wind.

Oh, so younger than the sun.

Yeah, the bonnie boat was one as we sailed into the mystic.

Oh, I can now hear the sailors cry.

Smell the sea and...

Feel the sky.

Let your soul and spirit fly into the mistake.

What's a six -letter word?

Connell, first letter.

With that foghorn closing, I will be coming home.

So now I want to sing.

Yeah, when the foghorn blows.

I want to hear it.

I don't have to fear.

Just like way back

in the days of old.

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