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Uh, well, if it's been paid, why are you calling me?

Well, thank you, but no, I don't want the complimentary luggage.

Nope, don't want that either.

Bubba, you're not hearing me.

Hello, you're not hearing me. Now listen, I did not put $194 ,000 on my

card. Therefore, I don't have to increase the limit to $250 ,000.

Nope.

Well, hey, I don't care. You're just going to have to find somebody else

actually rich to be nice to.

Bye -bye.

So what's going on?

You mean with the guy that's dogging it or the woman posing as my ex -wife using

the credit card?

I don't get on it yet.

Let's let him stay in the cooler.

All right. We absolutely have to. Okay, cool.

So this chick, could she actually be one of your ex -wives?

She put $194 ,000 on my credit card and then paid him off.

No less wife would ever do that.

Exactly.

Ready to hear it? Yeah.

Hammer band band.

You about scared the living daylights out of me.

I saved your life. You just don't know it yet. Get out.

How about you get in?

I would, but I might drown you.

A little marriage certificate.

But the funny thing is that I don't remember saying I do.

Or signing this, for that matter.

Detail.

Tamara, what are you up to?

Why do I always have to be up to something?

Because you always are. Not this time.

Back up.

About 20 pages.

Last time I saw you, you were leaving San Francisco and you... Went to Texas.

Uh -huh.

Now, would that be a ring or an ice ring?

I married a man who was very appreciative of me.

Ulysses M. Paxton.

Ever heard of him?

Uh, the oil millionaire, right? Mm -hmm. Died about six months ago, um, car

crash. Unfortunately.

And you inherited his money.

You are good at your job.

Anyway, half the money's yours now, hubby.

Now, why would you do that?

Because I love you.

And every time I come to San Francisco, I'm the bad girl, you're the good cop,

and something always comes between us.

Hey, you mean like the law?

So I was just hoping we could just skip over all the rigmarole and just be

married. And don't tell me you haven't fantasized about it.

I might have given it some thought once or twice, but I would never do it.

Not such a bad thing.

Not a done deal, sister.

Oh, it's a done deal.

You're holding the papers.

We're married.

Hey, you know, if you don't like our city place, we've got this beautiful

out near Odessa. You are going to love Texas, Nash. I just know it.

Nash.

Don't jump, all right?

Might solve all my problems in my life. Then what would I do with the rest of

it?

Our motocross assassin was the Texas boy who has a big rap sheet on both sides

of the Rio Grande.

Yeah? Well, any idea what his beef is with me? Well, as far as we can tell, he

didn't have one. I think his beef was with Tamara when she was next on his hit

list. I found a juicy bit of information.

Tamara's recently deceased husband left her a fortune at the expense of his only

son. He was cut out of the will the day she was cut in.

Ah, the Tamara we know and love.

So I called the son, tried to get his POV on all this, and guess what?

He's here in San Francisco.

Well, that'll make him easier to talk to, then, won't it?

Harvey, put the sun with the shooter. You get a gold star. You, stop gloating.

I'm not gloating.

I'll see what I can knit together.

Give me two minutes.

Got a minute?

For a gloater?

Sure, come on.

Okay, obviously there's some history here.

With Nash and Tamara Van Zandt. Well, you could say that.

Professional and personal?

Personal and professional, yeah.

Yeah. I've seen the way he looks at her. The way she looks at him.

There's something you should understand about Tamara Van Zandt. No matter how

many times Nash pushes her out of his life, she always comes back in.

Always. Now, is it because he wants her to? Or because he can't stop her?

Now, that's a question we should be asking ourselves.

If it were any of our business.

Know how lightly do we tread?

We'll just do our job until somebody tells us different.

Got it?

What time's the flight?

It's about two o 'clock.

Oh.

Good day, sir. Welcome.

You look as Paxton, Jr.? Captain Bridges.

Inspector Dominguez, I'd like to have a word with you.

I know who you are.

You married to her.

Don't think you can run some kind of second -rate scam on me, Bridges. I was

Texas Ranger for 14 years. I still got plenty of friends in law enforcement.

Well, you're going to need every damn one of them if I find out you had

to do with the guy that shot at me this morning.

Same guy was headed for Tamra until Nash rerouted him to the morgue.

If he was after Tamra, I could give you 50 names.

My daddy had a lot of friends, and most of them believe that she killed him.

Where do you end up on that list?

That woman's evil.

She picked my daddy's pocketbooks, took my family three generations to put

together that fortune.

She stole it, and now she's going through it like crap through a goose.

But I didn't send anybody to kill anybody.

So the fact that you're in San Francisco, that's just coincidence?

My family trust is administered by a law firm here.

And I'll be damned if I'm going to let Tamara Van Zandt bust it without a

And if you're in this with her, I'll get you the same way.

I'm not.

She'd never get me.

Five games in a row. We're too good for you, rummies. Come on out of here.

We should have won that. If you had the scratch... Another beer? Yes.

Oh, Nick.

I need a favor.

A big favor.

Name it.

Remember my son, Vincent?

He lives back east somewhere, doesn't he? Philadelphia.

He's in commodities.

Oh. Well, here's the thing.

He's what you might call homophobic.

So, he doesn't know about you, then.

No.

He showed up today, totally unannounced, for a visit.

Annie, just where are you going with this?

Well, I sort of invented this boyfriend a couple of years ago.

Just to keep him off my back, you know?

Keep him from asking too many questions about my personal life.

And I guess when I told him the guy's name, I said, make bridges.

Because when I was making him up, I described you.

Handsome, rich.

Rich? Salt of the earth.

Loyal to anything for a friend.

So, you want me to meet your son and pretend I'm your boyfriend?

Nick, if he gets the slightest inkling what my lifestyle is really like, he'll

never let my grandchildren near me.

Ever.

One drink, Nick. That's all I ask.

Shoot.

What the hell?

Why are you so contrary?

Because you're playing me.

I don't like to be played.

I'm playing you?

Mm -hmm.

That'll be the day.

Drink? No, thank you.

So let me ask you something. Just how rich are you, sister?

Rich enough to make us both very happy.

Give me a number.

What would that be?

400 million.

400?

You took Ulysses Paxton down for 400 million dollars?

He gave it to me.

Fair and square.

No such thing with you, baby.

Why don't you just admit that I did the right thing by marrying you? Because

forging a marriage license is not the same as being married, where I come

Maybe I'm more results -oriented than you are.

Let me ask you something else.

How well do you know Ulysses Paxton, Jr.? We went out a few times.

I'm talking about the son, Jr.

So am I.

That was before I was married.

To me or his father?

His father.

Dated the son, married the father.

Biblical. It's not against the law, Nash.

Even in Texas.

Sandy?

She got off the phone with the head of the Organized Crime Task Force out of

Philly. Wanted to let us know this guy's intent.

Vinnie Carell.

Well, well, well.

You know him?

Only by reputation.

The guy from Philly says he's the Meyer Lansky of the new millennium. Yeah, only

he's more brutal.

He'll steal your money, launder your money, invest your money, and then kill

you. Not necessarily in that order. Well, there's something else you're

want to take a look at.

Vinnie and Tamara.

The only question is who's on top.

Good question.

So maybe she goes with Vinnie to pick up some backing to pull off the scam on

Paxton Singer.

That's a theory. What do you think?

For $400 million, man, everybody's got an angle.

How does an ass figure in a little play?

What better form of life insurance than to be married to San Francisco's top

cop?

What a walking bulletproof set for her, man.

If anything happens to Tamara, you end up with all the money.

Pretty devious.

Matter of fact, she's a genius.

Well, Bubba, she's still at the top of her game, isn't she? Yeah.

So what do you want to do?

Well, now that we know who all the players are, I say we deal me out, see

the cards fall.

I guess some of the cards just fell.

What do you think, Nash?

Hmm?

You're a hard person to shop for.

So I bought you something I knew you'd like.

It's an original.

I had it painted to match.

Let's face it, one's fine, but who's to buy?

Well, actually, that's a kit car.

See this coupe here?

If it were an original, it would be attached to the engine, not glued to the

hood. Hope you didn't spend a lot of money on this, because it's worth even

on the open market than it is to me.

You don't want the car? Nope. I thought you loved that car.

I love my car.

That's a kit car.

Nash, that's my wedding present to you.

And how is that possible since we're not married?

Well, I happen to have a little piece of paper that says otherwise.

Will you try and reason with her? Because she won't listen to me.

Try Spanish.

Uh, Tamara, what's your relationship with Vinnie Carell?

He was pursuing me, and I turned him down.

Does that surprise you?

You know, you got to get the belief before you get the surprise.

I'll remember that.

Tamara, you better watch yourself. Vinnie Carell will burn you down and

it. I'm not worried.

Well, you ought to be.

That's something.

Nobody's challenged Tamara's claim to the inheritance yet.

Not even Junior?

Uh -uh. For all his noise, he's done nothing official. No filings in Texas,

here, anywhere.

That's a little strange, isn't it?

You check Junior's alibi for the night the daddy was killed?

Or died?

I will.

I'm going to be a couple of hours.

And then I have a 3 .30 at my attorney's, Levinson Golden Clay.

And I can be out of there, say, about 5.

Okay.

Don't worry.

I won't let you lose me.

Here.

I was wearing a red carnation. Let me tell

you, when I first saw her, I couldn't help thinking that this can't be my

date.

Anyway,

we pretty much hit it off.

Are you sleeping together?

Vincent.

Well, Vincent.

I'd like to consider myself a gentleman.

I'm not going to answer that.

I just wanted to see what you were going to say, Nick.

So, when's the big day?

Well, we haven't really set an exact date yet, honey.

Sunday, July 8th, 9 a .m.

St. Ignatius Cathedral, Philadelphia.

The bishop's a very good friend of mine.

Vincent, I don't believe you're the one getting married here.

It's nice to know you, and I'm sure you'll make a fine son -in -law, but

perfectly capable of doing our own thing here.

When we get a date, a time, and a place, you'll be the first one we tell.

Okay, Vincent?

Nick, let me tell you something.

I love my mother.

I'm just a little excited to meet the man she's chosen to spend the rest of

life with.

If I overstep my bounds, forgive me.

Good,

I'll tell Nash.

This is getting interesting.

Things with Tamara are never dull.

Then he says, are you two sleeping together?

I told a son of a bitch it's none of his damn business, which it isn't.

Then he gets all weepy and he kisses me.

On the lips?

No, you jackass. It's on both cheeks like some damn Frenchman.

Hey, Annie.

We hear that Nick was real good this afternoon.

Oh, yeah.

Better than good.

What? He wants to see you privately.

What the hell for?

He wants to know your particulars.

My particulars? Oh, Nick, please. Just half an hour.

No!

Once is enough.

Nick?

Please?

What this?

No kidding.

Yeah, genuine stuff here.

Who's this then?

Lawyer for Tamara Van Zandt.

I'm not supposed to get a warrant or a subpoena or anything, did you?

Yeah, it's too much time, too much protocol. You know lawyers.

As near as I can tell, she's putting something together called Copenhagen

out of Long Beach Harbor.

I figure it's a shell corp or a holding company. You know, she puts $400 million

in, and these lawyers are paying too much for their office supplies.

She's getting ready to run.

Uh -huh.

Assuming Paxton knows this, he's going to try to stop her from taking that

money, number one. He's going to try to stop her from leaving physically, number

two. Maybe she's leaving by boat.

Why? She could buy a whole fleet of 747s. All right, find out more about

Copenhagen Inc., all right?

I'll fill Nash in.

Okay.

I don't remember inviting you for dinner.

You didn't.

I'm inviting you.

Yeah, but that still wouldn't explain the luggage, would it?

I'm not sure I believe in living with somebody before you're married, but I'm

definitely in favor of it afterwards.

You don't give up, do you?

I'm not sleeping alone tonight.

No, you're not.

Hurry up, Holmes!

Bitch.

Thanks,

Ronnie. No problem.

Well, whoever did that was expecting me to be the next one in.

How ironic.

I buy you a new car you don't even want.

And it ends up saving your life.

Well, that's one way to look at it.

Well, if it isn't a happy couple, let me be the first to congratulate you on the

big event.

Imagine that.

You here, that here, and me still here.

What are you doing here?

You know, Captain, I'm not sure if I envy you or pity you.

Well, of course, the former.

He's got a father's charm.

And the latter I don't need, so is there anything else on your mind?

Yeah, I just thought I'd save you the trouble.

That ain't my style.

Just didn't want your vision to get too narrow due to your current

circumstances.

Well, now, that's not anything that you need to worry about there, Junior.

Darling, if I have to fight you every day for the rest of my life, you'll

enjoy one dime of my daddy's money.

Oops. Too late.

I already have.

You know why?

Because your daddy loved me more than he loved you.

Can you blame him?

Bubba, I better get out of here before you do something I can't.

Nash,

now you don't understand.

Oh, I understand.

I understand I'm not going to help you win this.

All right.

All right. You're right.

Everything you say is true.

As soon as I can arrange the money, we can both get out of here, Nash.

We can't be together.

Don't say you don't want it.

We both want it.

Did you kill the old man?

Don't lie to me.

No.

Did Jeff Jr. do it for you?

Nash.

Nash. No, okay, I was fantasizing what it would be like if.

But I didn't tell anybody to do anything, I swear.

So you're responsible for everything but guilty of nothing.

Is that the way you see it?

Well, please, Nash, don't abandon me.

Goodbye, Tamara.

I thought you hated goodbyes.

Not this one.

Hi.

What are you drinking?

Water.

I'm living.

Rachel.

What?

Well, I figure you're either married and lonely, or you're not married and

lonely.

Either way, you're much too beautiful to be lonely.

I'm meeting someone.

Me too.

Here's what I propose.

We do our business.

When that's done, I call you.

I'll tell you what. It's expensive, right?

I'm going to come back here tonight.

And if you're here, then I'll know that I'm not just some passing fancy.

Well, I thought you were meeting someone.

Don't cry.

You might seem too eager.

Mystery over.

Yes, I am. Bye -bye.

Bye.

Nick!

Have a seat.

One, there's no man anywhere, anytime, who ever worshipped the ground his

walked on more than I do.

All right?

All right.

Two, I was very nice to you yesterday because I didn't want my mother to think

that I was anything other than supportive of her life choices.

Okay? Okay.

My mother tells me that you are a retired shipping mogul.

What's the real deal?

I think I'll stick with retired shipping mogul.

Have you ever been married?

Once.

Divorced?

Widower.

Have you ever been to jail?

Once.

In Papidi and once in Marseille.

What for?

Fighting and public drunkenness. Are we about through?

Good. Let me tell you how it is with your mother, Sonny.

She's straight as an arrow.

She likes men, especially me, in case you're wondering.

Here's the way it is.

We're going to get married if and when we feel like it.

Not in some cathedral, either.

We're too old to have our lives run by some blow -dry pipsqueak like

you.

I don't know how you're going to be as a son -in -law, but up to now, you've

been a royal pain in the ass.

My advice...

Put the bomb in the wrong car. Won't happen again.

You're damn right it won't.

Hi, Rachel.

Son.

What are you looking at me like that for?

Suppose you... enlighten us as to what the hell you were doing with Vinnie

Carell.

In the first place, his name's Vincent.

In the second place, it's none of your business.

In the third place, are you following me?

The biggest gangster on the East Coast is here in my town. It's none of my

business.

Gangster?

Yeah, we were doing a little surveillance on Vincent Carell.

And lo and behold, who do we find spending quality time with him?

You. Vinnie Carell's a gangster?

With a D.

You're the same freaking priest. I'll kill her.

Nick, what in the hell is going on?

I got this friend, Annie.

She's a lesbian.

She asked me if I'd pretend to be her boyfriend so her son would think that

was straight.

Nash, I call him a pain in the ass.

It's all right. It's okay.

I'll take care of it. No.

No.

Then they'll just send somebody to put a bullet in the back of my head.

Please, son, no. Don't do anything.

Never a dull moment.

You don't have to say that twice.

Nash. Boss, we got a dead guy here. Shot once. Up close and personal. No shells,

no witnesses.

Clean. Very clean.

Okay, I'm hooked.

What do you got?

Oh, he's got traces of cordite on his hands. He's got $3 ,500 in his pocket.

Florida driver's license. And guess what? Our Miami brothers are telling me

a known car bummer.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking maybe Vinnie Carell doesn't like it when what he wants done right

gets done wrong. Oh, well.

Sorry I had to disappoint him.

Uh, just for the hell of it, why don't you check and see if this boy's ever

spent any time in Texas?

You think a Paxton hired this jerk, not Carell?

The hell do I know, Arv?

I'm just the unwitting groom in this.

I'll get back to you.

Maybe you can get Annie to tell him you didn't die. Sure, sure. Nash could get

you a death certificate from the court.

Yeah. We could have a little memorial service.

Right. A close call for the course.

Sometimes those guys fill a dead guy full of lead just to make sure.

Hey, there wasn't a horse's head in your bed this morning, was there?

No, I think maybe the fact that I stood up to him might have saved my life.

That's right, Nick. That's right. Sure.

He's probably not used to people telling him off. More than once, anyway.

That's right.

He was one of these.

Oh, sweet.

Mr. Corral's here to see you.

I'm sorry. I've got another meeting that I've got to attend.

Well, you can tell them you can't hold up the missile.

Nick. Hey, man.

What are you doing? What are you doing?

Let's get the top. There's got to be a cop around here. Hey, you guys, leave me

alone.

Hello,

Nick.

Give me a minute.

I have to make a call.

Hello?

Hi. Where are you?

Picking up a little something to wear tonight.

I thought that was my job.

No.

Your job is to make sure I can afford it.

Well, you'll be happy to hear the boat's ready.

You leave tonight?

I'll take these.

Good.

I think a little celebration's in order, don't you?

Yes, I do, but why so little?

Naughty, naughty.

Listen, I've got to get Liv a little crash.

Then I'm on yours.

Excellent.

Until then.

Are you going to bump me off?

Shut up.

Yes, sir.

I had you checked out, Nick.

You lied to me.

I didn't know who you were then.

You didn't know who I was?

No, sir.

Well, there's three things that kind of stick out here, Nick.

One, you haven't got a pot to piss in.

Two, you were never a shipping magnate.

You were a longshoreman.

And three...

I know who your kid is.

He's a cop.

So, uh, what do you think I should do about that?

Is this it?

Shut up.

Nick. You're a liar and probably a con man.

You aren't good enough to lick my mother's postage stamps.

But she's crazy about you.

And I don't want to lose it.

So here it is.

I'm going to give you $10 ,000 to get out of her life forever.

I'll take it.

What a pissant.

You didn't even fight for her.

Hello,

Louisiana. I've been looking all over for you.

Junior Paxton, Texas Ranger, busted our car bomb six years ago.

It's a Paxton, not a Vinnie Carolla one, huh?

Does that mean Corral is here just to meet Nick?

No, he's in this thing. I just haven't figured out how yet.

Harv, talk to me about Paxton.

Paxton checked out of his hotel this morning, but I put a padlock on his

jet, so I assume he's in town.

Tamara Van Zandt?

MIA, but she hasn't checked out of the hotel.

Excuse me, Mike, can I take a look at this thing?

You want the sports page? No, no, this will do.

I'm a bitch.

What do you think that would run you if you were going to buy it?

She spent $400 million on a cruise ship.

You know, technically, you're half owner.

That is a beautiful plan. Highly mobile, highly transferable once you get where

you're going.

Yeah, and far off the radar if you're looking for any large international

straight transfers of cash.

Find this boat, and if Tamra Van Zandt happens to be on it, bring her to me.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Captain, Tamra Van Zandt.

Well, fancy that.

Uh, where the hell are you?

Still around.

I know how much you hate goodbyes, but I thought you and I should have one.

Go on.

I think this time I never will see you again.

Really?

And what's a little girl like you gonna do all by her lonesome on that big old

boat?

You figured it out.

Smarter than I thought.

I'm smarter than you.

I need to see you.

Yeah, me too.

Why don't you saunter on down here to the SIU, babe?

No.

Excuse me, weren't you the person that was just begging to see me?

How about Coit Tower?

Take a walk, get a cup of coffee from that place we used to go to?

One hour.

I'll be waiting.

Congratulations, you just bought your life back.

You better think twice, Junior, before you try anything with him.

Darling, Mr.

Nashbridge is so wrapped up in you, he's never going to see me coming.

What's in one hour?

I'm thinking the end of this little charade.

Is it set up?

No, kid.

All right, G.

That's it. It's all over. Let go of the gun.

We got him, Nash.

Copy that.

That bit about you telling me I hate goodbyes, you were trying to warn me,

right? Shut up.

What's this?

It's an annulment.

Got what you wanted at the ship.

Packed it off your back and my help.

I didn't get you.

What now?

Well, you write to me a postcard from wherever you're going.

Nick, it's Tamara.

Is Nash there?

Hold on.

I don't want to talk to anybody.

It's her.

I don't do cruises.

Nash, I have a confession to make. I... Tamara?

I was on the phone.

You're supposed to be having dinner with me.

Do you know what this is costing me?

A hell of a lot less than what I paid you to help me buy my boat.

You know, something could be a little less. And you could know your place.

I thought I could be more than just the guy that helps you hide your money.

As a matter of fact, I thought I was.

When I'm looking for that, I'll let you know.

When? I don't know.

Maybe never, okay?

How about that?

How about never, Vinny?

Okay.

Wrong answer, baby.

Too bad.

15 -2, 15 -4, 15 -6, knobs are 13. I think that just about

puts me out. In fact, that does put me out. I'm out.