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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.