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I hate it.

We're not doing it.

Hey, you hated the idea of Cassidy being a cop, too. Now look.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I didn't hate that.

I had reservations about that. This I hate.

Well, how are we going to increase our business without advertising?

Oh, I don't know. How about confidence, hard work, word of mouth?

At least have an open mind.

I don't want to do advertising.

Advertising makes us look like ambulance chasers. You want to do that? I don't

want to do that. Forget it. We're not doing it.

Oh, you've got to admit, it's a nice layout. Oh, I should have known.

What if you saw a couple you might be convinced?

I only bought five ads for the week. If you don't like them, we're going to take

them down.

Are you breezing to talk to the chemicals in that new house of yours?

Let's just wait and see if we get some calls.

Oh, we're going to get some calls.

Are we supposed to look gay?

On a subliminal level, yeah. I mean, that's been our baseline clientele.

Hey, all those people at the ad agency thought those photos looked very

flattering of you.

Oh, that's good.

Nice try. No cigar, Bubba. No cigar.

What the?

Hey! Hey!

No!

No, hang on! I got it!

It's a hell of a lot of meat, but here we go again.

He's alive.

Who the hell is this guy?

Bridges and Dominguez, private investigators.

Do you have the cards changed too, Bubba?

No.

Me either.

Okay, pilgrim, where'd you get that?

See, this is our real card.

Look,

I'm going to make this real simple. Five words or less, who hired you to kill

us? I'm not hiring you.

Did you catch that? Maybe you better try one word at a time.

Yeah.

Fur? Girl.

Girl. I'm not hiring you.

Something about talking.

He's not talking. He's not talking to us. Okay.

The charades are over. Ronnie, lock him up.

Got it.

So, random prince on Butch Cassidy here. Edward Clinton Harris out of New

Mexico. Strong -armed robberies, banks and gas stations, mostly.

He's been in town for two weeks, staying at a motel in Alameda. Unfortunately, I

can't find his accomplice yet.

Well, you better find him, because we got nothing out of Harris.

And I'd like to know why these guys are jumping in the backseat of my car.

You might want to check all the local clinics and ERs. This guy got a bum wing

when he did the swan dive out of the cuda. Okay, I would love to, but they

me on standby for my court appearance on the McNamara case. Oh, yeah. Is there

any way I can give this one to Twan? Yes, yes, yes. Give it to him. Go. Oh,

well, let me ask you something.

How's it going with you and Twan?

Pretty cheap.

No, seriously.

You know what? I think he's relieved that everybody knows about this epilepsy

thing now.

Yeah. I think you're right.

Joe? What do you say we call up our new office?

What?

How many calls have we gotten over the past few days in our old office?

Well, not to mention it has been dead for a couple of days.

Good

morning,

Bridges and Dominguez. How may I direct your call?

Who's that?

Hello?

With whom am I speaking?

Jason, whom am I speaking to?

Well, this would be Nash Bridges, as in Bridges and Dominguez.

I'm sorry?

I don't recall hiring you, Jason. Hey, this is Joe Dominguez. Who are you?

give me any crap.

Look, I don't appreciate crank calls.

This is a detective agency, get it? So if I were you, I wouldn't call back.

Son of a bitch.

How come we can't hire anybody that efficient?

Somebody's rerouting our calls.

They've got nicer offices than we do.

Well, they probably didn't spend all of their money on advertising.

Can I help you? Yeah, we'd like to see Nash Bridges.

Mr. Bridges is currently in a meeting out of the office.

Oh, I know who you gentlemen are. Good, good.

You're the models.

Professional models, not real Nash Bridges and George Dominguez for reasons

security?

You're gonna die.

We need to see your boss right now. I'm looking for Bridges, Nash Bridges.

Uh, sir, I'll be right with you. I'm Nash Bridges.

We need to see this... Whoa!

tough with that gun, aren't you? Yes, I am. So shut up. Look at this mess.

Mr. Bridges is going to be furious.

I can tell you right now he is. I thought you were Bridges. I am. No,

not. Shut up.

Why'd you attack him? Because Bridges ran a background check for my employer.

boss got a hold of it and fired me because of a couple of petty shoplifting

charges.

One more time.

Where is your boss?

He's out on surveillance.

Well, when you hear from him, I want to hear from you or you're going to hear

from me. Get it? Got it? Good.

Call the cops on that guy. He's dangerous. Come on.

Here we go.

Hey, Harvey.

Hey. How's my puppy?

He's just coming over to get him. You didn't get my message? No.

Oh, Janice, I'm sorry. I left it on your machine.

Listen, King and I, we haven't had much quality time lately, so I thought I'd

better walk him today.

Okay. Oh,

no. Not again.

So Jake and Jerome, they're about to kill your husband because of... It's

whole farmer's market fiasco.

Shane's leading the yes group and Jake and Jerome are heading up the nose.

Deadlocked. I saw you little buddy rip it down, man. I'm not saying we didn't

rip it down. I'm saying you had no authority to put it up. It's best to

my property, man. What about what's best for everyone's property? Yeah, limit

the value of my property to go down. Make them smell the economy, man. Shane,

this isn't worth it. Listen to your wife, man. Why don't you just go home?

We can settle this in a mature, civilized fashion, I'm sure.

Yeah? Well, what's your vote, Leek? Yeah.

Hey. Hey, come on, man. What are you standing at? I haven't exactly decided

That makes you the swing vote, bro.

What do you got to say?

Yeah, but that's right.

Gotta be for it.

Hey. Hey.

You have to fill out and file these forms.

I didn't do this much writing in college.

Yeah, it's worse. Oh.

That's comforting. Thanks.

Officer Bridges.

Hey, Cassidy.

I'm at this party at SFU, and somebody just died here.

My boyfriend's fraternity brother.

And it just happened right in front of me.

Oh, my God.

Miranda, take it easy. Who died?

Listen, can you get over here, please?

Where are you? I'm at SFU over at the house.

Can you hurry?

All right, all right. I'm on my way.

Yeah, for sure.

The victim's a kid named James Porter, 21.

Apparently, he drank himself to death.

That's according to the frat house president, Fred O 'Bannon.

He's up there with Officer Collins.

As soon as the kid went down, they called 911, but he was history before

paramedics got here.

Okay, thanks.

Make sure CSU does a toxicology report, and let's canvas all these frat boys

separately. I want to make sure we get a consistent story. You got it,

Inspector.

Oh, my God, talk to Miranda.

All right, I'm going to talk to this O 'Bannon guy.

Miranda?

Oh, God, yes, you are. Hi.

This is so awful.

I'm sorry. You remember me, okay?

Tell me what happened.

Well, we were just all having a good time, and everyone was laughing, and we

were doing shots, but it was, like, nothing out of control.

And then our friend James just, like, dropped.

I think he was right here.

Listen,

stay right here, okay?

I'm going to be right back.

Yeah? Okay.

Excuse me, we're looking for the policeman in charge.

Oh, hi. At the moment, that's my partner, Inspector McCabe, and she's

inside. Where's my son? They told me there was an accident.

Who are you?

Raymond Porter. This is my wife, Susan.

Please just tell us where James is.

Mr. and Mrs. Porter.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Porter, your son is dead.

No. My son is James Porter.

I just spoke to him less than three hours ago.

I'm sorry.

No.

Oh, my God.

James Porter died of an allergic reaction to peanuts.

We tested the tequila bottle he was drinking from, and it was laced with

oil.

So, somebody killed him, huh?

It's looking like that.

What did Miranda say?

I haven't told her yet.

Tell her.

She may be our best ally.

Okay.

Cassidy? Hey, Joe.

Uh, just got off the phone with Jason at the other Bridges and Dominguez. I'm

telling you, this kid is really on the ball. We should think of hiring him if

doesn't go to jail as a co -conspirator.

Anyways, guess what Nash Bridges is doing today?

Something for the good of mankind, I hope.

Actually, he is.

Hello.

The Children's Ward.

Okay, we need to check in all our visitors. May I have your names, please?

Bridges, Joe Dominguez.

All right, right through here, gentlemen. Thank you.

All right, boys and girls, it's time to introduce the star of our show,

Nash.

My name is Nash Bridges.

Magician extraordinaire.

Can you say Nash Bridges?

Nash Bridges!

Big and tiny.

I thought he was in jail.

Yeah, and he's going to be again. And these are my helpful assistants,

and...

a little time.

Are you going to disappoint these kids?

Kids, you want to see a little magic?

Yes!

Ordinary handkerchief right here. Now what we're going to do is we're going to

put this in front of Nash Bridges' face and we're going to see if we can get

anything out of his nose. Now watch closely here.

One, two, three.

Whoa! Look at that!

Now let's see what else we can do with the handcuffs.

Maybe we can even do something else magical with them. Huh, Nash Bridges?

Let's have your little hands out here, Nash.

Okay, here we go. Be careful, little hands, what you steal.

Be careful, little hands, what you steal.

There are cops everywhere, so bad guys must beware.

Voila!

Okay, and now it's time for my disappearing act.

Frederico? The box.

The box.

Say bye -bye to Nash Bridges, kiddies.

Bye -bye.

Probably for a long time, huh?

Don't worry,

I'll be waiting right behind the curtain.

Okay. Okay, bye -bye, Nash Bridges.

Bye -bye.

when you think about it, it's kind of a compliment.

What's that?

You're being impersonated.

I mean, you know, you got Elvis, you got Charlie Chaplin, you got Madonna.

It's pretty good company if you ask me.

Nobody asks you. Shut up, tiny.

Joe, listen, I'm going to need a... Joe?

Joe?

right here.

You hear me?

Looks like a champ.

All right.

Now I'm losing my sense of humor.

Not a chance.

Where?

at 3 o 'clock.

I'm Nash Bridget.

And this better be good.

Yeah, it really better be good, and I can't wait to hear it.

Babcock, search this guy.

Ow! Ow!

No, no, come on, you guys, knock it off! I get nosebleeds!

Oh.

Knock it off!

Well, well, well.

Well, now, look at that.

A handcuff key.

Ow! Ruined the illusion.

Damn disappointing, if you ask me.

You're going to magic jail.

Anytime, Tiny.

Look, I'm sorry, okay?

No, not okay.

Fraud is a crime.

And fraud against me is a sin.

So why did you pick us to impersonate? I only impersonate Nash.

Talk, Tiny.

You don't know what it's like, man, to grow up with a dream and then never grow

up in the eyes of the world.

All I ever wanted was to be a P .I.

And I'm good, too.

Did you hang your shingle out?

Nobody takes you seriously when you look like me.

Well, somebody took you seriously enough to try to kill him.

Yeah, which one of our clients did you piss off?

How would I know? I got over a dozen active cases.

You have a dozen cases?

Yeah. See?

Advertising.

I don't believe this. I mean, next you're going to be telling me that I'm a

suspect. This is serious, Miranda. Listen to me. You have to answer all the

questions.

I thought that we were friends.

You know, what if... This is a murder investigation.

Somebody at that party mixed peanut oil with tequila, a very specific brand of

tequila, one that your son was known to drink.

You think someone poisoned James?

We know someone did.

The toxicology reports show that's how he died.

Who would do that?

Someone who attended that party.

Someone who knew your son was the one person who'd die if he drank from that

bottle.

His allergy wasn't a secret.

All his friends knew. It affected what he ate.

Can you think of anything and anything at all that was unusual in his life

recently?

About two weeks ago, James mentioned a story he was working on for the college

paper. He was a journalism major.

And?

And...

Even though he was joking about it, he seemed worried.

He said that when it came out, he wasn't going to be too popular.

What was it about?

He didn't say.

You know, you can ask Brian Hall, James' roommate.

He's the editor of the college paper.

He might be able to tell you more about it.

Come on, I mean, people don't get killed over stories in a college newspaper.

Okay, so then you won't mind if we go to the newspaper, take a look around the

office? Hey, whatever.

I mean, but you won't find anything.

James worked out of his dorm room. He kept all his stuff on his laptop.

Okay. Thanks, Brian. No problem. Thank you.

Did we find a laptop when we inventory that room?

No.

Okay, let's take a look.

Okay.

Hey, Brett.

Remember us? We met at the fraternity house.

Yeah, I remember.

I'm curious, is that your laptop?

Of course, yeah.

What kind is it?

What? You know, brand model.

I'd say Dell or IBM.

Mind if I have a look?

Don't move, Brett.

Come on, Brett.

I'm going to go for a little drive.

Hello. Hey, neighbor.

Why, Jake and Jerome? What a surprise. I was on my way to court.

Peggy for a chocolate guy.

Am I right?

I got a minute. Come on in.

That's good chocolate, man.

Looks like you're a popular guy.

All right, boys.

The pitch.

Let's hear it.

Here's how we see it.

Farmer's market is not for us.

We lose parking, we get trash on the street, little kids screaming at dawn on

Saturday morning. Not to mention a bunch of strangers wandering around the

neighborhood, possible increases in crime, which all lead to declining

values.

That's it.

Hey, I can get with the whole hippie vibe.

I was in the Peace Corps, man, but this is about dollars and cents.

And if we turn our streets into a damn supermarket, we're all going to pay.

Think about it. It's all a rask.

So what are you going to charge me with? Petty theft?

How do you know the laptop isn't mine? Maybe I lent it to James before he died.

Did you ever think of that?

Yeah, well, we might have if we hadn't met you first.

Bring this up off the computer, Brett.

There are notes off the laptop you stole for the story that James was doing on

you and the athletic department at SFU.

Get some fat perks, Brett. You mustang, apartment in the marina, summer job

watering a field that has a sprinkler system.

How do you get a job like that, Brett?

It's a bunch of crap. You can't prove any of that.

We don't care about your NCAA violations.

All we have to prove is that you knew James was working on this story.

And whether it's true or not, you stood to lose your eligibility, which means

your place in the draft.

At the very least, a story like this is going to cost you a lot of money, if not

your career.

Now, unless we're reading this wrong, you had a lot of reason to want James

Byrne dead.

Hey.

Hey, Janet.

How was court?

Oh, court was fairly tedious.

Except... For this killer bun cake that I scarfed down during lunch.

Harvey, could I talk to you for just a second?

Sure. I mean, it's this whole voting thing.

Shane's really passionate about the market. I just don't think it's really

a good idea. Do you?

Um, you're saying that you and your husband aren't allied on this issue?

You're not going to tell him, are you? Hey, Janice, we have flyers to put up.

I have to walk King, Shane.

Thanks for the talk, Harvey.

this place.

I did a good job of pissing somebody off, Tiny.

I'll get it.

You run, we'll catch you.

Yeah, yeah, I won't, I won't.

Now, who the hell is that clown?

I have absolutely no idea.

Not a clue.

Well, you better get a clue, or next time you could be a head shorter.

Hi, Dwight. So who do you work for? Nobody. I'm self -employed. Oh, really?

what do you do besides shoot people?

I'm a fix -it man.

Oh, yeah? Well, I got a big security deposit on this place, and you better

it, or I'm gonna kick your ass.

You want a piece of him, Tiny? Yeah, could I? Joe?

Fine with me.

Go for it.

Ooh, he's got quite a temper, doesn't he? What's the matter, Ike? You afraid

the little guy?

I want my lawyer now!

Yeah? Well, I'm not a cop. And you've got no rights around me, Bob.

Well, actually, there's some technicalities surrounding that issue.

You want to go to dinner and discuss those?

I could eat. I'm a little peckish. All right, listen, Tiny, don't kill him.

Wait! It was some clown guy. He hired me, okay?

Oh? How about a description?

A clown. You know, big, big nose, a smiley face, red hair.

A clown.

A circus clown? A rodeo clown? I didn't ask.

Look, he contacted me.

We met in the parking lot.

Well, what kind of a car was he driving?

I don't say clown car.

Caddy. Classic. The real beauty.

Hey, that's it.

You know, I got this client. Her husband owns a car dealership.

I got some photos of him bopping the car lot thimbo in the back of a motel room

near the Cow Palace.

Jealous wife gets the dirt on cheating husband.

He takes his revenge on the private dick she hired.

Not real original, but it works.

Sweet

wheel.

You interested in a trade?

Well,

if you want to trade your house, your business, and your entire net worth,

sure, why not?

Hey, I know you. You're that Nash Bridges. Well, actually, no, I'm Nash

He's the one that you're mad at. I'm the one you're trying to kill.

Put your hands on the hood and spread your feet there.

Kill? What are you talking about?

Hey, shut up, Tin Horn.

We're talking about the hitman you hired.

Hitman, are you crazy?

Well, the clone here caught you and Miss Carsine 2000 tucking and rolling around

the motel room, huh? You decided to get even, right?

No, not right. I never ordered anybody to kill anybody.

You did cheat on your wife, didn't you?

Okay, okay, I admit I cheated on my wife, but I never ordered anybody

swear it. Now somebody's setting me up.

You know, I can't believe it. We had him, and you let him go.

He didn't do it. How do you know?

Because I know.

So who hired the posse?

Okay, Tiny, come on. We're going to see how good a detective you are.

Who else besides Bobby Wheeler had the mean, the motive, and the opportunity?

Well, I don't know. The chick that Bobby was bopping in the motel room?

Yeah, but if Bobby leaves his wife, the chick gains.

So she's out.

Well, then who?

Oh, no.

Yeah, Bobby's wife.

Mm -hmm.

She kills you, she gets her revenge.

Bobby gets the blame, he goes to jail. It works.

No way.

Way, Bubba.

I'm glad you got a better idea.

Hello? Okay, okay, I'll call her, I'll call her.

Hey, what's up?

Who are these guys? I think I can explain. Can we come in?

So... What's, uh, going on, Nash?

Uh, well, uh... I'm Nash Bridges.

The real one.

Uh, yeah, I don't understand.

You see, this is Nash Bridges.

The detective.

We're waiting, Tiny.

Okay, now, before you cut me off...

Just listen to the whole story. You're not Nash Bridges? You're cutting me off.

How? You made love to me, telling me you were Nash Bridges?

Yeah, well, things got a little carried away.

You're not even a real detective.

Wait, wait, wait. No, but we're real detectives. Why don't you start at the

beginning and tell us what happened? Yeah, well, I hired this to find out if

husband was cheating on me. And when you found out that he was, you ended up in

the sack with him?

Well, yeah.

Oh, yes.

So, uh, let me ask you something. How did you get referred to him as a

detective? Through Jason.

Jason. The African -American, very proper, his assistant, that Jason. Yeah,

used to work at my husband's dealership.

Before he got the job at the detective agency, he was the one who told me that

should have Bobby investigated.

Okay, now then this is starting to make a little more sense to me.

What exactly was your relationship with Jason?

We were good friends.

More than that?

Not on my part. But he was interested.

Well, yeah.

Look, he was in love with me, and he got upset when I didn't feel the same way.

Did you tell him that you were sleeping with her?

I might have said one or two things.

You bragged about it! Oh, shoot!

Wait, wait, wait. Okay, okay. Wait a minute.

Right idea, wrong suspect.

You sure that's Jason's car?

Yeah, you want to key it?

I used to think the state guidelines for being a detective were strange.

Hey, those are my missing files.

And my CDs.

That son of a bitch, he stole my music. I guess we know who ransacked the

office. Close the trunk, step away from the car, and keep your hands where I can

see them.

Uh, Jason.

Are you sure you want to dig yourself in any deeper? I got to do what I got to

do. Guns on the ground, please.

All right.

Okay.

Let me make one suggestion.

The next time you pull a gun on someone, make sure you take the safety off.

Especially if it's a couple of cops. You got him?

Yep.

Get on your back. Come on. Right here.

You know, I can't believe that you did this to me. I gave you health benefits

and everything.

I loved her. It seemed like nothing to you. That woman was the love of my life.

You're lucky that's all he broke.

You know what I think, Brian?

There's something you're not telling us, and the question is, why?

Are you in on this?

Hmm?

Or are you just scared?

Look, I don't have anything to say. What are you afraid of, Brian? Nothing. I

told you. I know what you told me. Now tell me what you're afraid of.

Catherine, please, this is ridiculous.

No, James is our friend.

I know my rights. Unless you're charging me, I'm leaving.

Brian, I need you to think this through.

Who are you helping by not telling us?

It's more a question of who's going to get hurt if I do say anything.

Brian. He said if I told anyone that something would happen to me or to you.

No, nothing is going to happen to either one of you if you let us help you.

Brian.

Tell us.

Brett.

Put the peanut oil in the tequila.

I saw him pour it in at the party.

Fred O 'Bannon.

Oh, my God.

How are you taking tests?

Meaning what?

Well, actually, this is just a pop quiz.

How much money do you think you'd have been making in the pro and back? Good

-looking kid like yourself.

What do you figure?

I don't know.

I never thought about it.

Wrong answer.

See, if James' story had come out and had been proven true, he'd be driving a

delivery truck for Domino's, not driving a Lamborghini. Now, that leads us to

question number two.

True or false, we have an eyewitness that saw you put the tequila bottle

with peanut oil in James Porter's hand.

It's false.

Wrong again.

I thought you would have gotten that one.

Okay, we're going to go into the lightning round.

Think quick, be fast, because we will hang you without mercy.

Look, I want my lawyer.

You are tough, aren't you?

Ronnie.

You remember Lonnie Green, don't you?

Four thousand yard seasons in college.

Eight million dollar signing bonus.

Then he killed his girlfriend.

I've seen you play on TV, man.

Pretty fast.

That'll come in handy.

Look, she told me to do it.

She said that we'd be together.

She said there'd be more money than we would know what to do with.

And she told me about the peanut oil and how to mix it with the liquor so he

couldn't tell.

She planned everything.

Who did?

Susan.

Susan Porter.

I've got a tape.

Not so bad yourself, sport.

It's around here somewhere.

Does he know you made this?

No. It was kind of a poor posterity thing.

Oh, like a rock concert t -shirt. Yeah, exactly.

I didn't think she was going to, you know, bring up this topic.

Okay, here it is.

Just a few drops of peanut oil would kill him. But in his food or his drink,

never even knew it was there.

All someone would have to do.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. It was right there. It was right there. She

told me right there. She told me how to play it. She had it all laid out.

How do you rewind?

It was there.

I swear it was there. I swear. What are we going to do? She had it all laid out

right there. She told me how to do it. It was right there.

Go to plan B.

What's plan B?

I'll let you know as soon as I figure it out.

Give me two.

Take three. Do it right.

Don't touch. Don't touch. Don't touch me.

Harvey! Uh, hi.

What are you doing here?

Janice, what are you doing here?

Well, I was walking King in the park, and I got all dirty, so I just, I took a

shower. Uh -huh, at my house?

See, I was locked out. Hey, that's my damn door.

I knew it. I knew it.

I've been smelling your cologne on her for weeks. Oh, my God, Shane, no, wait.

Don't even think about it, man. Put the gun down.

Shane, I'm a police officer, all right? That's my partner.

Do the smart thing. Put that gun down.

Don't be stupid. Give him the gun.

Give him the gun.

says, give him the gun.

No!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

Tawanda, it's okay. It's my neighbor. Come on, Jake. Join the party. My ass,

man! Stop eating my ass!

Jerome.

That's nice cologne.

We subpoenaed a copy of Susan Porter's prenup. She gets 400 grand unless she

outlives James.

Until he died, he was the sole heir to the Porter fortune.

Now, I've got means, motive, and opportunity.

What I don't have is ironclad evidence.

You got the tape.

Well, the tape proves that he flipped to the abandoned.

That depends on how you present it.

What do you mean?

Be assumptive.

Things might not be as bad as they seem.

We have proof, Mr. Porter.

Proof? Proof of what? That my wife murdered my child? Get out!

I think you should see this.

We don't need to see anything. This is ridiculous.

My husband already asked you to leave.

You owe it to James to look at this, sir.

I think we should look at it then.

I'd rather spare your husband the rest of the details.

Unless you'd like me to go on.

No.

You think I would give you the best years of my life and end up with

You don't understand anything at all.

I'm going to go by that office in the next couple of days.

I better not see you there.

Don't worry, Nash, you won't.

And I'm going to suggest another line of work.

Right.

What other line?

Oh, I don't know. Anything that doesn't involve you being me.

Oh, okay.

Hey, thanks.

You know, I really appreciate you guys not taking me to court. Well, if we took

you to court, we'd have to see you again, wouldn't we?

Wouldn't we?

Come on, hit the breaker.

Go. Okay, I'll see you guys later. Bye, Tiny. Bye.

He's not thinking about those 12 cases.

Joe?

He's thinking.

Okay, I'll talk to you later.

Hey,

if you're looking to score some pie, you gotta look elsewhere, Buster.

What? I thought the vote wasn't until next week. No, those farmers' market

people pulled out.

I'm very concerned about the amount of violence in my neighborhood. Nothing

a good old -fashioned ass -shooting to scare off organic produce growers.

You eat all that peach cobbler? Yes, I did.

The king and I. What?

I help you stop a gunman in your own house and you can't save me any cobbler.

Oh, that's cold, man. You know, that's cold.

I'm going to remember that, okay?

I still can't believe that

Rhett and James' stepmom were... It's creepy.

Yeah, it's pretty weird.

He's going to be in jail a long time, right?

Yeah. Yeah, long time.

Um, so, I don't know, you want to get together sometime?

Yeah, sure.

That'd be good.

Do you want to go grab a beer?

I gotta go.

I've got a psych test tomorrow.

Yeah. Okay.

Yeah.

But anyway, I'll call you.

Well, you know where I am.

Bye.

Bye. Yeah.