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So what is this?

Uh, I believe that's called a kilt.

I know it's a kilt. What's it doing in the cuda?

Hang on.

That's... Ted Madrid's alive.

You're kidding me. I thought he got shot in the head.

The cheek, technically, through and through. Missed his teeth, tongue,

everything. Leaving the hospital now.

All right, well, you might want to go back by there in the morning. If he's

still not feeling well, please just threaten to pull his stitches.

I'll keep you posted.

When it was back to this kilt here, it was a gift from a distant cousin in

Scotland. Hagen Bridges.

I didn't know you were Scottish.

Half of a half on Nick's side.

All right.

So who's this Hagen guy?

Well, actually, he's a cop.

Apparently, he's one of Glasgow's top cops.

Oh, cool. Scottish Nash Bridges.

Must be in the genes.

So, have you trained at all, Lenny?

Get out of here.

This will look good on you, though.

Captain Bridges.

It's Susan.

Gantry. You said to call if I was ever in trouble.

Yeah, Susan. What's up?

Chili got him.

He's after me again. I saw him waiting outside.

Where are you?

At school. Seal Island High School.

All right. Go inside. Lock the doors. Call 911.

Susan? Yes?

I'll have someone there right away. You hang in there.

Harvey Lee.

Harvey. Are you guys still in the hate?

Yeah, why?

We got a 281 in progress over at Thiel Island High School.

I know the victim. Her name is Susan Gantry.

She was raped twice by Chili Gunn. Get over there.

We're seconds away.

All right, we'll meet you there.

That's great.

Susan, the inspector's leaked in Babcock.

You doing all right? I'm okay.

Who's this?

Chili Gun. The man who raped me.

Not now, but before.

Chili Gun.

Didn't happen to a nicer guy. Uh -huh, but we didn't put him down.

Who did?

Somebody who was wearing a black hood, carrying a big gun. We just chased him,

thinking it was Chili.

Some sort of guardian angel?

Well, that depends.

Found his stash in the school hallway, boss.

All right, so this hooded Samaritan, he just came out of nowhere, huh?

He killed him in self -defense, Captain.

You ask me, he ought to get a medal.

Can you describe this guy?

He wore a hood.

Was he a Caucasian, an African -American, Asian?

I can't say.

Can't or won't?

He saved my life.

Can I go home?

Peg? Yes, Captain? Take her home, will you?

We'll talk more later, all right?

No way this shooting isn't self -defense.

He's a serial rapist, man. You're trying to rape him for the third time.

You're going to treat him like a victim now?

Twisted, huh?

So, Chili Gunn, he was a member of the 12th Street gang.

Did you ever deal with them? Yeah, when I worked gang task force.

Who's running that crew now?

Last I heard was Raphael Watson.

Tyrell's brother?

Yeah, Raphael took over when Tyrell went down to Lompoc for distributing crack.

He's got a takeout restaurant in Tenderloin.

Chicken duck.

Harvey, take Cassidy, go with her. Yeah, and check with Susan's family. They had

plenty of motive for revenge.

I want to catch this freak.

Nash. It's your new partner.

Well, thanks for the offer, but I've already got a partner.

He couldn't take care of Chili Gun the way I did.

Uh, hang on a second. I'm going through a tunnel.

See if you can trace this call.

Okay, sorry. What was that again?

You heard me.

I like your style, though.

Always thinking.

Always one step ahead, just like me.

And in the end, we both want the same thing.

And what's that?

Justice.

Only you have to play by the rules. I don't. You know what? I need to discuss

this with you face to face.

I'll keep in touch.

Uh, hang on.

I love that.

Raphael Watson?

Y 'all looking for a free meal? You came to the wrong place, Jack.

Inspector's Lincoln McCabe, SFPD.

Where were you last night around 10 o 'clock?

Two, baby.

Don't you remember?

No, I guess you weren't that memorable.

Yo, Chanel, was I here last night?

All night.

You done?

No. We're not done.

Your little friend, Chili Gun, shot and killed last night about ten.

Yeah, so I heard.

So?

So who the hell did it?

I've been looking at it myself.

And if I need y 'all help, I'll let y 'all know.

Raphael, you have our help.

Whether you like it or not.

You're the only one.

What you looking at?

Get back to work.

Ran down a phone call.

Longed to have phoned him a Raymond F. Gantry.

Susan's ex.

That sounds hinky, but let's talk. Come meet your cousin from Scotland.

The mob himself.

Always an honor to meet a fellow constable. Hagen Bridges.

Hagen would like to see the SIU.

Compare notes, you know, constable to constable. I told him he wouldn't mind.

Uh, no.

Thanks, Nick.

Nay, thank ye.

A wee kick about the insides of a yank constabulary will no doubt be very

educational. Are they all set on the water like this one? Uh, no, this one's

kind of unique, actually. Actually, there's no smoke in it here.

Oh, sorry.

I keep forgetting.

Your long, happy yanks are supposed to back up.

Ready for me tour?

Well, it's kind of going to have to be a short one because we're working a

homicide right now.

I cry near sleep.

We sleep. Aye. And while we sleep, the criminal beast engages in murder, rape,

assault, sometimes in combination, assault, death, murder, rape, rape,

murder, murder, assault, sometimes in triplicate.

Uh, as in murder, assault, rape.

Excuse me, excuse me. Murder, assault.

You got your, uh, you got your rape, assault, murder.

You better call Glasgow and, uh, find out what you can about him. I am all

it. Oh, and don't forget his tour.

Me? And then you got your, uh, well, it can happen in quadruplets even. You got

your theft, assault, murder, rape.

Uh, rape, rape,

rape.

Great. Hooray.

What happened?

I used to be an upstanding citizen.

Go to hell, man.

So where were you last night around 10 o 'clock?

Don't tell me you were too drunk to remember.

I was too drunk to remember.

Why? It was around the same time that Chili Gun was killed.

Lieutenant.

Yeah, we brought the whole way down there because they're kidding.

Oh, he died a slow death, I hope.

Now, you tell us.

He was attempting to rape your ex -wife when he was killed.

Is she okay?

Yeah, she's fine.

You got a cell phone, Ray?

I had. Someone stole it.

Oh, that's convenient.

Tell Inspector Babcock you own a gun. What kind of gun?

Nine millimeter.

Where is it?

It's with my cell phone.

Look, if I would have killed that guy, I would have been shouting it from the

rooftops.

I swear to God, I wanted to, man. I didn't have the guts.

Not even after the second time he... Well, it's kind of

hard to look at yourself in the mirror after something like that.

I guess the reflection's so much better from the bottom of a bottle, huh?

If you have a lawyer, I suggest you call him.

He's not the guy.

Maybe he hired someone.

Maybe.

You know, if Inger got raped, I'd want to kill the guy, wouldn't you? I mean,

it was Cassidy.

Yeah, well, not killing him is what's supposed to separate us from them.

Nash, we got the lab report.

They found traces of allopent on the hood. We found the crime scene. It's a

decongestion used by asthmatics.

Ray Gantry, an asthmatic?

Let me find out.

Captain Bridges.

Hey, partner.

How's Ray? He drunk yet at this hour?

Ray. Uh, Ray.

Ray who?

That's a good one.

Ray would be the guy you just mistakenly brought in as a suspect in Chili Gun's

execution.

Execution? Uh, I don't remember the jury giving...

Chili gun, the death penalty.

So tell me again, your name was God?

Someone's got to care for the victim.

Thanks to me, Susan and Ray finally got justice.

You know it's true.

Well, why don't you tell me who you really are?

Come on down here and I'll make sure you get all the credit.

You said it yourself.

I'm God.

Yeah, God with a prescription for Alupent.

Really?

You still there, partner?

Well, you see, that's something you didn't know about me. I'm God, too.

Somebody left their takeout.

And they took him out of bed.

The chief bearer of the Glasgow Constabulary, Hagen, is the most highly

decorated officer on the Air Force.

That's not possible.

Is it?

Apparently he's here on some sort of secret mission.

If this turns out to be some sort of elaborate prank, payback is going to be

bitch. If it is, I'm not in on it. They were serious. They said that Hagen has

the biggest closure rate of any of their officers.

Joe, the man set himself on fire, white, in the course of five minutes.

Bad luck.

Could have happened to anybody.

I've never set myself on fire.

Have you set yourself on fire?

They want to find out what this secret mission is?

I'll handle it.

Oh, I hope that's not your apartment.

Rachel, just be a second. The vet said it's crucial I give King his heartworm

medicine every four hours. Don't worry about a heartworm. All right, thanks.

Will you listen for a minute? I am listening. You're not listening. What

telling me to do?

I can never listen. I can't talk to you when you're like this. That's the

problem, Janice. You have said it. Oh, oh, am I? Listen to me. Janice. Oh, get

little, get a little bit. You all right? Hey, butt out, ass face.

Oh, my God.

Hey, mind your manners.

Hey, I'm her boyfriend, okay?

Ex -boyfriend, Boyd. Ex.

Boyd, sounds like she wants you to take a walk, so take a walk, man.

Don't bother coming back.

Thanks, Harvey. I get it, yeah.

It's bye -bye, Boyd, hello, Harvey, huh? Well, let me tell you, Harvey, it's not

going to happen.

No way, no how.

You hear me, Harvey?

Boyd, goodbye.

Thanks, Harvey.

You know, did you say thank you?

I think she likes you.

She never liked Boyd.

Oh, hey, the health king.

Ah, dealing with this whole heartburn thing.

Oh, no, I'm sorry.

Janice. Yeah. Can I ask you a favor?

Sure. I'm in the middle of this big investigation.

Would you have time to give King his heartworm medication?

Of course.

Oh, that would be so much help. Would you give it to King? He gets one right

now, and he gets one four hours from now. Okay.

Okay. All right. Oh, yes, please. Thank you so much. All right. Bye.

I'll call you later. Okay. All right. Bye, Harvey.

I lost the bridges. Your great -granda was a swineherd from Cucubrashir.

Pardon me.

My allergies.

Let me get something for your eye.

It's fine.

It's fine. Are you sure?

How about your foot?

Can I feel a thing?

in the records prior to 1855 but with skill and determination I traced the

bridges almost back

Legend has it that Robert the Bruce gave Wallace Bridges a

haggis dark in honor of his valor against the British.

Now, if we could find that dark, it would prove our heritage.

And here is the dark.

Oh, that's amazing.

I remember when I was a little kid.

Your great -aunt Pamela came to visit, and she gave me a knife that looked just

like this.

You have it still?

This is my tackle box.

Name on name.

I use it to scale fish with.

Holy haggis.

That's not done.

Barking. See this knife?

It's a Haggis dirk.

It's the final piece of evidence that links the Bridges clan with Robert the

Bruce.

So that would separate you and I by what?

Eight or nine generations?

That's a good one.

That's very funny, son. Come on, we're celebrating. Let's have something to

Hagen has brought some rumple thump, some clap. shot and some great scotch

whiskey. Wonderful. I haven't had rumple thump in ages.

Just a minute there, Bubba.

I spoke with Chief Constable Baird today. No, no, it wasn't my fault. Any

who set foot on that roof would have brought it down.

I'm not talking about the roof. I'm talking about the mission, your secret

mission here.

Mission?

Yeah, yeah. Your mission, you know.

What is it? What are you doing here?

Ah.

Ah. Ah.

Ah. Ah. Ah. Right then.

It does this.

An international art thief named Hans Kendler recently stole several priceless

paintings from the museum in Edinburgh. I have reason to believe he's here in

Fresco using the name Franz Blank.

That's Blunt.

Leathers under the wire, lad. All but impossible to snafu. We oot a cohesive

investigative methodology.

Of course.

Aye, but dinner feel bad.

Very few have the deductive capabilities that I have.

Right, right.

Yeah,

so now this guy, uh, Plank.

Lesson and learn, laddie, lesson and learn.

Marisa shows.

That plank resides only in cities with a mean rainfall of 14 .3 inches or more.

You're telling me that you're tracking this guy by the amount of rainfall in

city that he's in?

Aye. Nick, where's that scotch?

Finally. There's more. If you add to the equation his penchant for living on

streets that begin with the letter L.

It all adds up, and you're at Longstreet. And what's on Longstreet

fair state?

What? The Plunk Gallery.

Do you ever think of just using the phone book?

Hey, man.

To call him would simply put him on his guard.

Son, you've got to try some of these great Scottish delicacies.

Uh, maybe later.

But I will have the scotch. Right, Lottie.

Here. Cheers.

Quiet. Hey,

Harvey. Hey.

Hey, thanks for giving big boys medication.

Oh, no, not at all. Thanks for helping get Boyd off my case.

Oh, yeah. Hey, sweetheart.

So cute.

Harvey, um, do you think you could ever see me as anything more than your former

dog walker?

Yeah, with a little effort.

Well, I'll put the effort in if you will.

Nothing major. Take the kids to the park. Let them run around.

The kids?

Ness. My little baby pool.

Little Ness, Ness, Ness.

Bye.

Good morning, gentlemen. Welcome to the Plonk Gallery.

Ah, just the Jimmy we've been looking for.

Mr. Plank, I presume.

You presume correctly, sir.

And you are?

We'll get to that.

But first, you know what this is, Mr. Plank?

Offhand?

A knife.

Tis a dirk.

Would you care to assess it, Mr. Plank?

Oh, dirks are not my forte, I'm afraid.

Nay, your forte.

Nay, even a dirk that was a gift from Robert the Bruce himself.

That could be worth a fortune, nay, your forte, Mr. Plank.

I'm an art dealer, sir. I'm not a knife dealer.

Ah, ah.

Well, thanks anyway.

We'd better be going.

Aye, we'll be going.

Well,

are you coming?

Dark foot.

Oh!

Good! Good!

Come on, it hurts.

Are you all right? I... I am all right.

Are you sure?

I... Take a look at that and we'll get back to it.

Follow them.

The retarded one has a valuable knife.

Get it.

Bring it to me.

And tour.

Make it resemble a commonplace mugging.

Tyrell Watson, former head of the 12th Street Gang. He's in prison. Three

remaining members of his party are downstairs in interrogation with their

lawyer, Clay Morrison.

Clay's working for the 12th Street Gang?

Anybody who could afford his insane rates.

I ought to piss off my new partner.

Have fun.

Excuse me.

Last time I looked, we were still in America. So why are my clients being

rounded up and herded in here like this?

Well, counselor, we thought they might like to know that somebody wants to kill

them. Yeah, the SFPD.

Word.

Guys, what do you mean kill them? For what?

Somebody's got to be for the Tulsa gang.

Somebody's willing to go to great lengths to get revenge.

Yo, it's all good in the hood, man.

We ain't got no problems with nobody.

Tell that to Tilly Gunn and Raphael.

So they're supposed to what? Get full disclosure on any possible criminal

actions they may or may not have committed in order to help you figure

the supposed assailant may or may not be taking revenge?

Clay, look, we're just trying to give you guys a heads up.

And maybe we can share some information, okay? I know, that's a strange concept,

but there it is.

Yes, there it is.

Thanks. But, no thanks.

Any guys want to stay alive, just give me a call.

Nash. Hey, partner.

Doing a little end run with the brothers?

You didn't really think they'd confess to anything now, did you?

Well, why don't you tell me what they have to confess, and I'll handle the

Look at him.

Laughing at you with this slick, expensive lawyer paid for with drug

think they're above the law.

Son of a bitch.

Bastard.

You're missing.

Something connected this guy to the 12th Street gang.

I want to know what it is.

Two gang bangers lived on the same street. Two were connected by marriage.

had the same parole officer. Other than that, there is no one thing. I have been

through this file three times already. Well, then go through it a fourth.

Interview the families again. Check with the parole officer. Maybe he can fill

in some cracks.

So you're using the Dirk as bait to catch this guy playing.

Aye, we bridge as dinner. Come up the Clyde on a bike.

But that doesn't explain why we're walking around in circles.

Because I do not want the Jimmy that's following us to know where you live.

don't kick back. You'll tip him off.

Just keep moving. Keep moving, lad.

That's right.

Here we go.

Ah! There we go. Ah!

Just tell me you got the dirk.

God.

You may be right.

Nobody could be that stupid on purpose.

If this dirk's the real thing, it could be worth a fortune. Maybe more.

I wonder what they're after.

Maybe they know about the panins.

Let's not panic.

If they come back, we'll handle it.

Should have seen that he's a big sucker, too. A great, cowardly brute he was.

North of six foot, broken nose and nay hair.

We got him, son.

Give me a few minutes' access to your Rhodes Gallery. I'll pick him out.

Now, that's a good idea.

Joe, could you open the mug books for Constable Bridges?

Bald, taller than six feet, with a broken nose?

There'll be at least 60 ,000 guys and match that description.

They could order in lunch. They could order in dinner.

You guys can stay there as long as you want.

I got it. Guys, come on.

Follow me, gentlemen.

Okay, here we go.

Might as well start with book number one. All right.

Number one.

The beginner.

The first.

Numero uno.

Good luck. I'll check with you boys in a couple hours, okay?

Nate. Bye -bye. Have a good time.

Hi. That's him.

What? That's him.

You found him on the second page of the first book?

Aye. Thor Thorinston. That's him, all right.

Oh.

Thor Thorinston, prior to battery theft, currently employed at the Plague

Gallery. Very good.

I knew he was in league with Plank. Come on, Nick. We're going to have a minute

to lose.

Hold on, guys.

You're done.

Finito.

But if we tarry, he'll give us a flip.

Trust me in that no one is going to tarry.

Son, we started it. We ought to finish it.

Dad, Dad, hold on. Hold on.

Now, you guys did a great job, all right?

Really great job.

But you're not a cop.

And he's out of his jurisdiction.

So why don't you go on home and have a crap thumple, or whatever the hell it's

called, and we'll take it from here, all right?

I probably keep an eye on those two.

You don't trust your own cousin?

Mr.

Coyne? Yeah.

Inspector Babcock, Officer Bridges, SFPD.

Ah.

Have a seat.

I'll take those.

Refresh my memory.

You came here about what?

The 12th Street gang members who were killed.

Ah, yeah, yeah.

I remember hearing about that.

What were the names again?

Chili Gun, Raphael Watson.

They were your clients.

Soon as I finish.

You don't know who your clients are.

Did you know over the past 35 years, California's population has doubled?

But over that same time, the inmate population has increased over... Times

amount.

They're releasing over 600 ,000 inmates this year. And guess what?

We swarmed.

Here we go.

Bender. Yeah, he handled those cases.

Bender? Edward Bender. He was parole officer for Watson and Chili Gunn.

I inherited his entire caseload when he left.

What do you mean left?

Quit. Why?

This is why.

Edward Bender went on medical leave two years ago. He moved to Arizona.

Guess what specific medical problem he has?

Uh, asthma. Asthma.

He has an address in Flagstaff, but he hasn't been there in six months.

You know what? I recognize this guy.

He was injured in a car bomb blast. His wife was killed. We never caught who did

it. See if you can find that case binder on the car bomb blast, all right? Okay,

I'll look it up.

Babcock. Okay. Run down his doctor, the one that prescribed the Alupin.

All right, I don't need a local address.

Who's he expecting?

Maybe her.

She got the clock.

Hey, take a look in here.

What do we got?

Bender's your partner.

My beloved wife. Happy anniversary.

Five years. He's better than the last. Edward.

This is her.

And this is the car she was killed in, the one they blew up.

Guy's apartment's like a mausoleum, man. Frozen in time on the day his wife was

killed. March 10th, 1997, 3 .28 p .m. The fifth anniversary.

The other room's his bomb factory.

Bender wrote letter after letter to the D .A. trying to get Tyrell and the other

12th Streeters charged for his wife's murder.

Wasn't enough evidence.

He's saving the best for last. He's going to blow somebody up just like they

blew up his wife.

What's that word?

Who's left?

Tyrell himself.

Find out what's going on with Tyrell.

Uh -huh. Okay, so you don't have that information.

All right. Do you know someone who would?

No. Okay, thank you.

Tyrell Watson was granted release by a parole board two weeks ago. They

him this morning. And where is he?

It's a bureaucratic nightmare. I called the guy at Lompoc. He doesn't know. Not

his department.

I'll find him, okay?

Look, they usually send guys like that to a halfway house first.

Get his release records from the prison authorities and then check with his

parole officers.

I'll find him. Do it quick or there won't be anything left to find.

Okay.

Yeah. Howdy, partner.

Well, well, well.

The pupil finally outwits the master.

Yeah, I've got your phone bill right here in front of me.

You know, they've got much better service plans these days.

You came into my house? What do you want?

You're done, Bubba.

I'm packing you in.

Thought you were on my side, Nash.

I'm not on your side.

You'll never find me.

Look behind you.

Look in the mirror.

You don't.

And you won't.

Until I'm right on top of you, Bubba.

See you real soon.

I'm Edward Bender, Terrell Watson's parole officer.

He here yet? He got in this morning. He's in the rec room upstairs.

I have a warrant for his arrest on a different case. Anyone else in the

Two staff members and some residents in the back. Could I see a warrant?

Look, lady, I don't have time to play knife.

When I got him anything cuffs, then you can see the paper, okay?

Sir.

Terrell Watson.

Yeah, what do you want? You're under arrest.

Get out!

Arrest? For what, man? I ain't do nothing. I just got out. The murder of

Bender.

Can't wait for this, man. There's no way. He ain't no P .O. He's lying.

There's something to do with it, man.

Call somebody.

He's gonna tell me.

Take the keys.

You recognize the car, don't you? Get in. You're mental, man. What you been

smoking? Get in! All right, relax.

My wife's name was Rose.

The car was brand new. Same year, same make, same model. It was an anniversary

gift from me.

What the hell?

He'll figure it out soon enough.

Start the car.

Now, this thing's got a range of about three miles.

Maybe you can get that far in the next five minutes.

Maybe not.

That's more of a chance than you gave her.

What do you want?

Tell me what you want!

Oh, I got what I want, though.

Bye -bye.

Didn't believe me, did you, Ed?

There's enough Semtex in that car to take out half the block.

Is that what you want?

Is that what you want?

If I have to take you to get him, I will.

Kill your partner?

I don't think so.

May I help you?

Well, I don't know, partner.

I'm looking for something Scottish, like maybe a duck.

This is an art gallery.

We don't do the night.

Well, that's not what I heard, senor.

Very well.

The gentleman would like to see the duck.

Hagen, we're supposed to be at the SIU.

We were just taking a walk.

And you just happened to end up here.

Hagen likes art.

Okay, Grandpa, where is he? Is he inside?

Hey, what is?

Hey, what is?

Whoa, whoa.

Where you going?

We'll get some water, Mr. Clay.

What do you got there?

You know what, Picasso?

I'm guessing these don't belong to you.

Why don't we go into your room?

That's a brilliant idea.

I'll be right there.

Are you kidding?

It's okay.

Good. I'll give you a full report right now.

Don't worry, don't worry. She'll stop.

She'll stop. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, God, oh, God. I can't, I can't.

Many thanks for your assistance in that case.

I'm proud to be your cousin.

Don't need to dwell on that.

Ah, modesty is.

But there's no escaping it, my dear.

Our roots run deep, as the haggis derk has proven.

Oh, uh, the derk. Uh... Nick?

Would like to give it to you.

What? Nash called the Edinburgh Historical Society, and as soon as the

authenticated... We as a family would like to donate it to the museum there.

Oh,

I love you a lot.

My blood, my hair, my soul.

Yeah, okay.

You got to stop that or I'm going to have to hurt you.

Late, late.

Well, the cubby's waiting.

I must be off.

Gentlemen, here's the old Lang Syne.

And if we ever get there...

We'll look you up. How'd it come today, laddie? Oh, good God, man.

Oh, I've got it again.

All right,

laddie. She's all loose. She's all loose. There must be a glitch in the

family tree.

Aye, laddie.

Oh.