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...weapon seminar this week at Quantico Virginia Training Center.

Congratulations.

It's all her, Bubba.

Had nothing to do with it.

But I sure am proud of her.

Bridges is the daughter of Captain Nash Bridges, head of Special Investigations

Unit, who is rumored to be on the short list for chief.

You know, for a guy who's not interested in being chief, you get a hell of a lot

of press.

I tell you, I told him I didn't want the damn gig.

But I'm happy to be in the article with my daughter.

It's going to go a hell of a lot further than both of us if she stays with us.

Eh, well, she will.

Hey!

Pull over!

Pull over, dude!

All right, all right, don't kill him now. Don't kill him. Come on.

Yo, Junior, what the hell do you think you're doing? A 71 Himikuda?

I didn't know these were still on the road, man. Only 15 were ever made.

14. I'll give you $400 ,000 for it. I'll write you a check right now.

Uh, Junior, my car is not for sale at any price.

So why don't you run along before I remember what brought us to this

conversation in the first place.

Okay, $500 ,000, that's it.

Joe, come on.

Hey, hey, hey, open up! Do it!

Maybe next time.

You got lucky this time.

Breathe, SFPD!

Joe, grab that button. Got him, got him.

Stop the bus.

Stop the bus.

Okay. Hey,

I didn't know you guys were cops, man. Here you go. I was just defending

Zip it, Tex. Gun's on the floor now.

Okay, okay.

I guess this means the coot is not for sale.

Save the cat, sonny.

I don't know. That was pretty weird, wasn't it?

Well, you were prepared, weren't you?

Self -defense. Listen, I've got carry permits for those. It's not like I did

anything wrong. Well, then we'll arrest you for being a punk -ass pinhead. We

got all kinds of charges we can lay on you, baby. I'm telling you, you're

wasting your time. I didn't do anything wrong.

Roddy, get rid of this guy.

Nash, man, the boy looks clean. Did a little juby time in high school for

stripping cars. Had a pension for hot rotting. Nothing that would explain all

this. Well, he offered me a hell of a lot of money for my car.

Get on the web. Dig deep. Dirt .com coming up. Oh, check those weapons

See if they're valid. I'll see if they're here. See if they're legit.

The DB's name is Felipe Martinez.

28 years of age. Arizona driver's license. The address is no longer good.

$3 ,000 in his pocket.

Platinum card. Hotel key card.

Nothing else.

Rented the Porsche at SF Hall last week.

If he was a hip man, he wouldn't have stopped at the bus.

All right.

Go down to Felipe's hotel room. See if you can connect him to his friend

Patrick. Okay, you got it.

Nash. Nash. Nash, you're ripping, baby.

Oh, dang. All right.

Oh, man.

I'm glad to hear your voice.

Listen, boss, I'm kind of right in the middle of a crime scene here.

Don't hang up. Don't hang up. All right.

I'm like chilling in the middle of a crime scene, too.

And are you sitting down?

Hang on a second, guys.

Hey, Captain. I'd like to talk to your suspect.

You guys looking for him, too, huh? Yeah, well, he's kind of done some work

us.

This is all yours, Captain. Thanks, Lamont.

Flash. Joe, man, you got my word, man. I had no idea how that body got there.

This is your car, isn't it?

Come on, Joe. Of course it's my hoop top.

Last time I checked, old Vernon wasn't in the trunk.

You know the guy?

He's a family gardener. Family gardener? You have a gardener?

Hi. Abby Gordon, Homicide. Don't believe we've met.

Nash Bridges.

Joe Dominguez.

Pleasure.

Where have you been working?

I was in Homicide with the Minneapolis PD. Started here four months ago.

Ah, welcome. Well, I hadn't heard.

Well, too bad. I've heard about you.

Is everything they say true?

Well, depends on who they are and what they're saying.

So you're taking over my gig?

Well, let's just say we have an interest in your crime scene here. Which is?

My turn to ask the question.

The dead body in the trunk here.

How long has he been dead?

Preliminary report, 12 to 14 hours.

Boss, where were you last night, say, around 10 o 'clock?

Chilling at my family's crib.

And the car?

With me.

Parked out front.

when a fool could have had access to it. He knows the victim. He admits to being

with him last night. I'm guessing he's not just out on a joyride this far from

home. What am I supposed to think?

What would you think?

Well, I think he did it. What?

Damn, man, you're supposed to be on my side.

Tell you what, we know this guy. Let us check out his story, and we'll help you

on the gig.

Gig? What's a gig? Look, I told you I was... Boss, this would be a good time

you to keep your mouth shut, okay?

Hey, man, I ain't no pawn.

Yeah, well, you ain't no king either. Come on.

What do you say?

You're taking custody of him?

If he did it, I'll get him right back.

Just so it's clear, I'm still investigating this case.

Yes, you are.

And if you need me, you can call me.

Oh, don't worry. You'll hear from me.

Hey, our boy from Arizona had himself a little shindig. Yeah, a very smelly

shindig. It's gross.

Lovely.

What do we have here?

Ah, our friend from Arizona has a Brazilian passport.

Cuba, south of France, Switzerland, Somalia.

D to F, 11 to 16, no cops, no help, buses are safe.

Some kind of code, maybe, you think?

I guess.

Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry. I'll come back.

Hey, wait a minute.

It's okay.

I want to ask you a question, Olinda. How you doing?

SFPD. Can you tell me anything about the guy that's been staying in this room?

Oh, no, ma 'am.

Only that he uses lots of towels.

Excuse me.

Uh -uh.

Nash was right.

What?

These two shooters knew each other.

One night they're going out for drinks. The next day they're shooting at each

other. Somebody explain this to me. Somebody's going to have to. Look, Venus

Club.

How do you know?

I get out, Rachel, once in a while. Don't you?

Out? Isn't that like when you get dressed up and go someplace nice?

Don't tell me. You don't have a social life.

Hey,

that woman.

That's the maid.

Okay, I'm hooked. What the hell is going on?

So when was the last time you saw Vernon alive?

Last night.

Kicking at my family's crib, you know? Around like 9 .30, you know what I mean?

10 at the latest.

So this gardener worked for your parents?

No, my uncles.

They raised me after my folks died and all that, you know? I still got a room

there. Coroner's reporting Vernon the gardener.

Cause of death was drowning.

That was after the blunt force trauma to the head.

That's what I'm talking about. You see? You see? I told you, playboy, I wasn't

nowhere near the ocean last night, except in my own sweet dreams.

Neither was Vernon, because the water in his lungs was fresh water.

I don't suppose there's a pool in your uncle's house, is there?

Not unless they built it this morning.

Buzz, why would someone think that they could set you up for this gardener's

death? That slaps my throat, white bread.

Did you and Vernon get along?

Well...

No, I mean, we didn't always get along.

Look, look, look.

The dude was a chump, boo. All right? Come on, Hawk.

Joe.

Joe, man. Look, I didn't stone him. All right?

Word. I don't suppose you had a fight with him last night, did you?

No, boss.

That's not the look I'd want to have on my mug if I was in your shoes.

McCabe.

How did you get this number?

Well, I don't think this is an emergency, Ted, and I don't appreciate

to get my... Yeah, well, you know, I told you thank you very much for dinner,

but I'm very busy with my work, and I... Ted, Ted, Ted, you're not hearing me.

I'm not available.

Don't call me again.

Why is it that some people have trouble with the concept of no?

I don't know, Rachel. I guess when it comes to a beautiful woman, some people

don't want to listen.

Sorry, dude, but you're DQ'd.

DQ'd? Disqualified.

Out. History.

No, no, no. I don't think so.

You violated the most fundamental rule, Pat.

You saw on the news how the cops took Felipe out, not you. That's not my

I didn't know they were cops.

Well, I guess it could be argued that you brought about Felipe's demise.

So I'll give you one more chance, but you're going to have to bring us his

piece. That's the rule.

No exceptions.

Yep. Going to need that piece.

Well, you are out.

How the hell am I supposed to get Felipe's game piece?

The cops have got his body.

Not our problem, dude.

Either you bring us the piece or you're DQ'd.

End of discussion.

Yeah, I remember those jokes.

How long ago was that picture taken? Any idea?

Maybe a week ago. Came in like they owned the place, ordered a dozen bottles

Cristal, got trashed. What was the occasion, they say?

No idea.

Seemed like some sort of group thing, like they were more than friends.

This chick here, she did that thing with the lighter, you know, where you put

the flame under your wrist to show what a badass you are.

Right.

Okay, so who paid for the booze?

Two guys.

Not in the picture. They took care of everything. Seven grand cash.

Ever see them before?

Nope. Can you describe them?

Geeks.

Mean geeks.

Mean geeks.

Anything else? Short hair, long hair, white, black, tall, short?

You know, I'm pretty sure I could recognize them if I saw them again.

But they ain't in your picture.

Okay, Milo. Look, if you think of anything else, I want you to call me. If

see any of those guys again, call me.

If anybody in that picture... Call you.

Right?

Yeah.

You

grew

up here?

Damn, Bubba.

I gots all crosses to bear.

Well, let's go crash the party. All right, now look, I got this policy about

mixing my professional sphere with the personal sphere here.

We'll collide. You know, you got to keep it separated. You know, that's right.

Oh.

Oh, Mr. Mosby.

And you brought guests.

Splendid.

We were very worried.

The police are here.

Yes, of course they are, Haskell. These gentlemen are police officers, too,

except they're on my side. At least we hope they are.

Well, then, come in.

Is this legal?

Can they search the premises without my approval?

Yeah, they can with a search warrant. What's the matter with you?

Told you you'd hear from me.

Excuse me.

Oh, try not to touch anything.

Boss, what happened to the hip -hop diphthong thing?

When I'm around here, I sort of adapt in a chameleon way to my family's manner

of speaking.

Oh, really?

Who else was here last night besides you and the gardener? Just my uncles.

Haskell, where are uncles Tibby and Ronald?

Tibby and Ronald?

In the hobby room. This way, please.

Bursary! Take care of yourself.

Who are these gentlemen?

Uncle Ronald, Uncle Tiberius. These are my good friends, Captain Bridges and

Inspector Dominguez from the San Francisco Police Department.

Welcome, gentlemen.

Ronald Bishop, and this is my brother Tibby.

Terrible, terrible news about Vernon.

Been with the family for years.

Oh, yes, and what is this rubbish about you somehow being involved, Bosley?

I'm 100 % not guilty.

Of course.

You must be the same Nash Bridgers that mentored Master Bosley in the science of

detection, eh?

Yeah, you could say that. Can't you do something about the crevice of these

accusations? Can you account for Bosley's worry about last night between

and midnight?

Well, he was with us all night. We dined on his favorite, baby -back ribs, corn

on the cob.

Spent the rest of the evening playing Scrabble.

A bishop family tradition.

Let's account for his superior vocabulary.

Surely you don't suspect Bosley just because of that silly exchange he had

Vernon last night.

Uh, what silly exchange was that?

Oh, I already told you it was nothing. In fact, compared to the other

it was rather even -tempered.

I agree. If Bosley were truly agitated, we'd certainly know.

Bosley can hide nothing from us, eh, Jib?

Anyone for tea?

I'd love a nice spot of tea.

Anyone? Tea, Haskell? Hey, that's my truth.

I've been looking for that.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Boss Bishop, you are under arrest for the murder of Vernon Bell.

Whoa, wait a minute, sister.

I thought we were working this gig together.

We are.

You can do the honors.

I don't think so. I think you're going down this road on your own.

Playtime's over.

I'm a patsy. I'm a patsy, sister. Come on, we're here.

No, no, no, no. Remember Oswald, Cagney, and Lacey? Come on, sister. Dirty

Harrietta.

Stand up.

No fast moves or you are one dead undertaker. Please don't kill me.

Oh, yeah.

What's your name?

Orville.

Get in, Orville.

No, I'm afraid of the dark.

I really don't care. Now lay down.

Where do you keep the stuff you take from the bodies? Huh?

The clothes, man! Where do you keep the clothes? I keep them in there, but it's

locked.

Hey!

What are you doing?

Disqualified my hand.

You honestly believe Boz Bishop is innocent?

I know he's innocent.

Well?

Well, then how do you explain this?

Boz Bishop's cap, is it not?

Okay, I'm ready.

Lay it on me. Lay it all on me.

All the evidence you've got, I want to hear it. Okay.

How about I give you the short summary now?

First, forensics matched the water in the gardener's lungs to the water of the

Bishop estate.

They used an old -style, very specific filtration water softening system.

Wait a minute, let me guess.

He was drowned in Boz's bathtub, and that's where you found the cap?

No, I know you're good, but don't be impatient.

I'm good enough to know a frame -up when I see one.

There's also the timeline.

Both uncles admit Bob left the Scrabble game after his fight with Vernon.

I've seen people kill for less. I'm sure you have, too.

All right, but go on with your theory here. Okay.

Let's say the fight, it escalated.

Let's say they were talking about Scrabble but arguing about something

Like what?

I don't know, and I don't need to know.

I've got the murder weapon. I've got his tooth found at the scene.

I've got witnesses who placed them in the house at or around the time of

If you were the DA, you'd kiss me on both cheeks.

I'd kiss you, and then I'd ask you about a real motive.

With ironclad physical evidence, I have plenty of motive.

Really?

Okay. Who else in this house is strong enough to drag Vernon down the stairs

toss him into the trunk of Bob's car?

So Boz dragged the body down the stairs, but nobody saw it or heard it.

And there was no water on the stairs that night or blood.

Yeah, okay.

Okay, there are a few things I haven't figured out yet.

Well, let me know when you do.

Glad to.

Oh, also, let me know about the murder weapon.

Why there were no fingerprints on it?

Easy, wipes them off, like any good little junior detective would. Mm -hmm,

he wiped the fingerprints off.

But he left the hair and blood sampled on.

Traces, fragments, probably missed them.

Uh -huh. Okay. What do you think happened?

I don't know.

There's a few things I haven't figured out yet either.

Oh.

Hi. Virginia, isn't it? Yes.

And you must be Captain Bridges. Yes. And this is Inspector Gordon. Hello.

Well, come on in.

Thank you.

Uh, where's Haskell?

Haskell hurt his back, sir. He's resting.

Were you here last night?

No, ma 'am. I went to the movies. I had the night off.

Can I help you with something?

No, I think we can help ourselves. Thank you.

So your theory is that Boz conveniently takes out his silver cap and leaves it

in the bathtub, right?

Or it falls out in the struggle as Boz fights to keep him underwater.

But so now he's holding him with his mouth.

I hear a lot of ridicule, but not another explanation.

And that's because the ridicule comes before the explanation. We haven't

together before.

Okay, look at this.

Whoever killed Vernon would have looked out this window and seen Boz's car

parked right down there.

Well, so much for the theory that only Boz could get the body down the stairs.

Lookie what we got here.

Recognize the fabric?

Vernon's overalls. Hmm.

Is that blood?

Vernon have any scratches on him?

No.

Well, then I'm guessing that whosever blood this belongs to is the...

One that put old Vernon down the chute.

It's a very interesting shade of green.

That's not from Envy, I'll tell you that.

Oh.

Wow.

So, uh, you never saw his face, huh? He had on a ski mask.

His teeth were very white.

Does that help?

White teeth.

Look at what I found.

Felipe's thread stuffed in a mailbox outside.

Joe, what am I not getting about this? I mean, a guy busts into a morgue, he

takes a dead guy's clothes, and then he dumps them outside.

Maybe it wasn't after the clothes.

Orville, do you have a log of all personal effects on these DBs? Of

Can I see them, please?

I suppose.

Thank you.

Plum holographic jacket.

Check. Cinch cut vintage 201 jeans.

Check. Python boots.

Check. Men's dress shirt.

Check. Plain dice cufflinks.

No dice.

Oh.

McCabe. Rachel, I want you to get the lab guys over to Boz's house.

I want blood tests on everyone in the house. Boz, too.

Okay. By the way, the guys from the shooting this morning, they both took

life insurance policies three weeks ago, both for two mil on the same day with

the same company.

Uh -huh. Who's the beneficiary?

Frontier Gaming. They're in the mission.

You and Harv. All right, we're on it.

Hi, Rachel.

Ted. I brought you something.

Date bars.

Oh, come on. Now, these are the best. I mean, this is an old family recipe made

from fresh dates.

I don't want them.

What's wrong?

What do you mean, what's wrong? What do you think?

The messages on my machine, the flowers, the phone calls, now this? I told you

I'm not interested.

I am a police officer.

Do you understand that?

Get the hell out of here now.

That was rude.

Get out of here, Ted. I'm not kidding.

Hey, Harv. Hey.

Um, the nurse wants us to check on the address of that life insurance

beneficiary. Right.

Breach. Yeah.

Do you need help?

No, I'm fine. Thanks.

Kudos to you, man.

Fantastic.

So I get credit now for the kill?

I'm back in, right?

Yeah, you're back in.

All right.

One down, two to go.

Speaking of which, you guys seen Ricky around?

No, we haven't. Now, if you don't mind, we're busy.

So could you, like, scram or something?

Hey, I wouldn't talk to me like that.

Ooh, you're real tough, isn't he, Chris?

Checkmate. The cops are here.

I'm out of here.

The dice?

Yeah.

Hey, gentlemen.

Frontier Gaming?

Yes, sir, it is.

May I help you?

SFPD. You boys have a sec to answer a few questions?

Guy names you two as his sole beneficiary. You're trying to tell us

even know who he is?

Nope. Sorry.

You know what, friends?

I don't believe you.

You too? You don't move.

What the

hell

is this?

I don't know. Why don't you tell me?

Tell you exactly what it is. It's a croissant flake.

Get out of here.

Somebody else was eating in the coot and it wasn't me.

Joe, it was a professional courtesy, all right?

You're way into this chick, aren't you?

She's an attractive woman.

And? And nothing, as far as it goes. And nothing.

Uh -oh.

What's this?

A lettuce leaf.

It was a croissant sandwich.

You know, It could be said that you're maybe getting a little overly

about the cuda.

Well, just admit you have feelings for this chick.

Why? Well, if you didn't really like her, you wouldn't let her eat in the

All right, fine. I hear you. I hear you.

No, no, no, no. I hear you ain't going to get it, man.

Admit you have feelings for her.

Or is this one of those intellectual versus emotional kind of deals where

not ready to admit to yourself how you feel? Okay, okay, okay. I let her eat in

the cuda. What the hell is this? You're going to put me through some sort of

psychological torture now?

Did you have a drink, too?

The bartender from the Venus ID'd you for your DMV photos.

Why don't you do yourself a favor and put some names to those faces?

Maybe we'll let you push this hand.

What do you say?

All right, yeah, I recognize these guys.

They're clients.

Clients, huh?

Yeah, we run an extreme adventure gaming company.

Races up to Everest Base Camp, capture the flag in Somalia, that kind of stuff.

We bumped into these guys at Venus, bought them a couple rounds.

That's not illegal, is it?

No.

Not unless you're trying to get them to kill each other.

Why would we want our clients to kill each other?

Profit.

Plus, best I can figure, it's the ultimate game, isn't it?

What?

I believe these would be the rules.

D to F, 11 to 16.

And the municipal map shows that to be the center of the city, or should we

call it your playground?

We know about the insurance policies.

Both Patrick and Felipe named your company's beneficiaries.

Our guess is that you're going to split the pot with the last man standing.

And we found Felipe's cufflinks in your fish tank.

That's right, boys.

We're the new players in the game.

Look, if you guys aren't going to arrest us, we're taking off, all right?

Sure.

That'd be fine.

Except be advised that I'm a sore loser.

Nice man.

Look who's here.

Hello, Uncle Ronald.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

Captain, I wish to make a confession.

Okay, why don't you sit there for a minute and I'll be right with you.

Uncle Ronald walked in right after I got a call from Uncle Tibby. He's on his

way in now.

Let me guess, to confess?

Yes. Okay, you take Tibby topside. I got Ronald.

I'll get straight to the point, Inspector, and I should warn you, this

somewhat shocking.

Okay, well, try me.

Blackmail.

Blackmail? Yes.

Blackmail to see Borsley's innocent. What happened to Berman is all my fault.

If only I hadn't... Uh, uh, hold on there a second, Ronald.

Back up. Who's being blackmailed?

Why, me, of course.

Why, uh, why me, of course?

Well... About 30 years ago, our third brother George and his wife took a

vacation in France.

When they returned, they brought with them an infant son, Bosley.

Now, his paternity was never in question, that is, until recently.

You see, Inspector, I'm Bosley's father.

Wait a minute, let me get this straight.

You and Bosley's mother...

never commit such an infidelity?

Ah, let us simply say that all is not quite as

it appears.

Um, no offense, but, uh, after Boz's parents were gone, why

didn't you just come clean?

And tarnish the bishop name? Never!

Not to mention that Bosley would be totally alienated, his life reduced to a

scandalous lie.

And of course, there's the trust.

The trust.

Bosley's father left him a sizable fund to be paid in for upon his 30th

birthday. If his illicit birth were made public, it would be

invalid.

So who's the blackmailer?

Why, Vernon, of course, don't you see?

Why else would Tibby murder him?

Had to be Vernon.

That's why Ronald killed him.

So, uh, you're confessing, but for your brother.

How noble.

Tibby must have found out about Vernon's plot.

Believe me, his murderous act was performed only out of brotherhood, love,

of course, A desire to protect me.

Bosley is innocent.

Ronald is merely trying to save me from the shame of discovery.

Let

me

guess.

You found the blackmail money.

Guess where?

Ah, let's see. Where would I put it?

Um... Bosley's apartment.

His storage locker.

Why is it the more evidence I find, the more confident you get Boz didn't do it?

Because Boz is being framed.

If you didn't keep finding so many clues, then I'd be worried.

Don't be so sure.

You either.

Neither one bites the dust.

What are we down to now?

Just one.

You mean I won?

No. After you, there's Ricky.

What are you talking about?

We're changing the rules.

Come on, let's go.

Wait a minute!

Let's go.

Wait a minute!

What are you guys doing?

You guys, wait a minute. It doesn't have to end like this.

Oh my God, you guys, are you crazy? Come on, is this dope?

I'm sorry the Game Masters have spoken.

Bye -bye, sweetheart.

I hope

I'm

not intruding.

You don't mean that.

The blood test from the laundry chute. The bottle's blood type.

Wow.

Interesting, huh?

You can say I told you so.

No, no, no. I prefer to gloat in private.

At the time of his death, Vernon had $1 ,368 in the bank.

No safe deposit box and no secret bank account.

Which leads me to believe that he wasn't the blackmailer.

Unfortunately, he found out who the blackmailer was.

That's what got him killed.

Ronald and Tibby had plenty of reasons to kill the blackmailer, but no reason

kill Vernon.

Virginia, how long have you worked for the family?

35 years.

35 years.

Captain Bridges, don't be ridiculous.

It isn't she, and you know it. It couldn't be her.

It's an outrageous accusation, really.

You're both right.

But for the wrong reason.

Virginia is not physically capable of lifting Vernon three feet off the floor

without help. And she didn't have any help.

I checked.

Okay. Gee, this is getting just a little bit sweaty.

That leaves me and Haskell.

Damn sure wasn't me. So if it wasn't me, the butler did it.

And who the hell in this room is going to believe that?

I don't know.

Let's ask him.

How could I be capable of such a thing?

I'm an old man. I have a bad back.

Sorry.

Funny thing about that.

I checked your medical records.

You don't have a bad back.

At least you didn't until day before yesterday.

And that's no theory, Haskell.

Boz had to take his silver cap out to eat his corn on the cob the other night.

You snatched it and put it on the tub where we would find it.

You have no proof.

None. None.

If only you hadn't made that one mistake.

The murder weapon.

The murder weapon was part of a set.

Almost identical.

In fact...

The other lamp is in your bedroom.

He switched the lamp, didn't he?

That's it.

You wiped down the murder weapon, which is why Boz's prints aren't on it.

But you forgot to wipe down the lamp you took from Boz's room, which is why his

prints are all over it.

Unless there's some other reason why Boz's prints are all over your lamp.

Haskell, is this true?

How could you?

You never loved her.

Neither of you.

Not the way that I did.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Jack loved who?

Excuse me.

Whom? Your mother.

My mother?

Bosley, when your parents came back from Paris with you, they told you you were

born there.

We've checked, and there's no record of any Bosley bishop being born in Paris

any time during their trip.

Paco. What the hell have you been smoking?

Well, someone else went with your parents on that trip.

Somebody who was already pregnant at the time.

Isn't that right, Virginia?

I was going to put the baby up for adoption, but your mother and father

you, so we made an agreement.

You're my mother?

And my maid?

I promised I would never tell.

I'm sorry, son.

That's fresh.

Wait a minute.

If you're my... Who's my daddy?

I am.

You scoundrel.

No.

This is your father.

We were going to be married. He went to Vietnam before you were born.

I never saw him again.

Oh, thank God almighty.

I am free.

I am free. I am free.

I am free. I am free. I am free. I am free. I am free. I am free. I am free. I

am free. I am free. I am free. I am free. I am free. I am free. I am free. I

free. I am free. I am free. I am free. I am free. I am free.

I am free.

Where'd he got your number, sister? Turn it over.

Now you have my other number.

In case you need to call me.

We're not working together anymore, you know.

Huh.

Caught me on a technicality.

That's him. How long's he been on? From what I hear, the guy's been riding the

route three days now, maybe longer.

How'd he stay on so long?

Pays full fare.

Buys the drivers breakfast, lunch, and dinners.

The city's full of nutjobs. Brother, you got no idea.

Wake up, Ricky.

Ricky, we're the cops.

Now, we know it's against the rules, but you might just want to let us help you

save your life.

Let's go.

What did I do wrong?

We found the maps and the photos in your stack.

You're participating in a conspiracy to murder four people.

That's definitely something wrong.

It's riding a bus, man.

Why, Ricky?

Why what?

Why are you doing it? What, are you bored?

Is this what you do when bungee jumping doesn't get it for you anymore?

Huh? Is it a thrill?

It's a great game.

Hell, it's the same thing you guys do, isn't it?

Just a different form.

No, it's not the same.

And your confusion about it has got you in a world of trouble.

How do we find Mike and Chris?

Tell us or you're out of the game and in jail. I haven't done anything wrong.

This isn't fair.

Welcome to the real world.

Not a minute too soon.

Now you get to play by our rules.

All right, you did the trick, so Ricky's all mine.

No way, dude.

This whole thing was my idea. I should have the satisfaction of the endgame.

Talk.

Game's over, Bubba.

Come on out. We're all out there waiting for you.

We're surrounded.

Do you understand me? The game is over. Get it?

No, it's not, my friend. We just took it to another level.

Don't do it, Mike.

You can't win if you don't compete.

Bill. Tony.

Ready.