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Gin.

Rick, you play gin

like a barmaid.

What does that mean?

Hi.

Don't tell me.

You got a job modeling men's sports clothes, and you just wanted to take

time so you could break it to me gently. You look wonderful, honey. Thank you,

Mother. I have to know, where do you keep the batteries for the shorts? I am

my way to a volleyball engagement at the beach. I'm sure your comedy chop can

get you through anything that may come up this afternoon.

Mmm, you smell good, too.

You wearing cologne?

Just who is this you're going to meet?

Friend. Who is she? Do I know her?

Will you two calm down? This is just a volleyball game.

Don't lie to me, A .J.

Volleyball is the torn cutoffs in an Iowa State sweatshirt. You smell like a

four -alarm fire at the Paco Rabanne factory.

Aren't we exaggerating just a trifle?

You smell like someone who's going out on a date. That's all he meant.

What?

Is this somebody new?

A friend, that's all.

Well, he's being very secretive.

Well... I think we should give him some space.

The way he smells, yeah.

Anyway, I got to go if I'm going to make my lunch date.

I'll back off for now.

But I want to meet this woman.

Bring her by for dinner.

Mom. Thursday night would be good.

Mother. Bye.

Okay, I got it.

You're going to go out for a little one -on -one with that cocktail waitress.

What cocktail waitress?

It's a Kitty Hawk. Oh, the one with the two -tone hair and the black fishnet

outfit? No, no, no, that's strictly your type. Yeah, but you're the one she

likes always, putting those little parasols in your club soda and bitters.

You're way off.

All right, wait, wait, wait, wait. I got it. It's the new real estate lady, the

one that moved into the office down the hall. Get out of here.

Excuse me?

Oh, not you, him.

To you, how can I help you?

You guys available for a job? Does a one -legged duck swim in a circle?

I don't know. I never thought about it. What my brother means, I think, is...

Have a seat. I'm A .J. Simon. I'm Ray McGinnis. I'm Rick.

Here, sit down.

So, what can we do for you?

Boy, this is hard to explain.

Take your time.

Well, you see, I only recently found out that I was adopted.

As an infant.

Right. My mother and father were not really my mother and father.

Wow. That must have come as quite a shock.

Really freaked me out. Anyway, apparently I had a brother who was

another family.

I'm trying to locate him.

What do you know about him?

I'm really sorry, not much.

Well, anything at all?

Well, I tracked down the caseworker. She remembered both me and my brother. She

said he fell out of his crib once and banged his cheek against the edge of one

of those old iron chairs.

She said it took a lot of stitches and might have caused a permanent scar.

It'd be on the right side of his face.

And his name?

She didn't remember his first name, but the name of the family that adopted him

was Marchand.

I have to warn you, Mr. McGinnis, that family retrieval cases don't always go

well.

Frequently, people don't appreciate being found.

Look, you guys are brothers.

You grew up together, right?

You work together now, right?

Well, I just found out that I got a brother.

I never even met the guy.

You're lucky.

Knock, knock.

Oh, I hope I'm not interrupting something.

Abigail.

Looks like we're going to have to work, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to take

a rain check.

Oh. Come on, I could tell you were shaking in your boots when I first

volleyball. This is your volleyball date?

Yeah. So?

Well, gee, why wasn't I invited?

Are you wearing cologne?

Abigail, I'd like you to meet Ray McGinnis. Right, our new client. Excuse

but did I hear you mention volleyball?

Okay. Okay.

Best seven out of ten. No, no, no. We can take a rest.

Oh, how sporty of you.

Wiping you out is becoming an arduous task.

Thank God.

Right now, I bet you're thinking, boy, she's competitive.

I was thinking I'd give you an opportunity to destroy me as the sport

choice, but no.

I don't think I could take knowing you could nail me a bastard.

Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Well put.

I had brothers.

That's what did it to me.

Murderous, dead heat competition every day. You have to hold your own or you

left out of everything.

Then they won't take you mountain climbing.

Mountain climbing?

I grew up in Boulder.

Mountain climbing is great.

Do you like taking a walk?

Sure.

It is so beautiful.

How often do you come up here?

Every chance I get.

One day I discovered I could do my whole job on the telephone, and my life

became one long conversation.

Then I discovered this place.

A place to look around, listen, feel the world,

and forget all about anything I ever had to do to chase a dollar.

What do you do, Abby?

Well, I work for the city.

What do you think? Food?

Oh, I like food. You like seafood?

Yes, and I can prove it. Right on.

Wait a minute.

What is it?

I don't... Oh, no.

Don't tell me.

You're not going to believe this. You had a gas?

Well, I know what you're thinking.

You are a real old -fashioned guy, Ray.

I haven't heard that line in years.

I saw an emergency telephone about two miles back. I'll make the walk. You can

stay here and listen to the tapes. I'll leave you the keys.

There's some Count Basie in the glove compartment.

Do you have a boyfriend, Abby?

Lieutenant Marsh?

Lieutenant Marsh?

Hi there.

I'm sorry to bust in like this, but I forgot to tell you I've got a dental

appointment later today.

Oh, it's nothing serious, I hope.

No, just cleaning.

Why don't you take the rest of the day off?

Well, I have those reports to write.

They can wait.

They can what?

You work too hard, Hanrahan. Wake up and live.

Right.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Think you could run a name for the DMV for us? Oh, you guys got to cut this

Come on, hand -in -hand, for old time's sake. The last time I did it for old

time's sake, Lieutenant Marsh blew a fuse.

You weren't very subtle about it. She said if she caught me doing it again,

be helping school kids across the street.

Well, if you would just shut up and do it in a hurry, she'd never know.

After all, we're not going to tell her.

What aren't we going to tell her?

Go ahead, AJ, tell her.

Well, we were wondering if we could run a name to the DMV. It's for this family

retrieval for you. Oh, you mean for Ray.

How was the volleyball game?

Well, we're scheduled for a rematch.

Like this guy, huh?

He seems nice. He's going to take me to dinner tomorrow night.

Go ahead and run it hand -in -hand.

And he might take me camping.

I mean, we talked about it.

You mean Ray?

That's right.

You'd go camping with him?

Wait a minute. We introduced her to this guy, and we don't know anything about

him other than the fact he's got a missing brother with a French name.

Aren't you sweet? You're being protective.

How much time did you spend with him, anyway?

Lieutenant Marsh, there's a call in line four.

Well, I...

Kind of lost track.

Oh, gee.

The computer's down. What do you mean? What? Down.

Uh, hey, wait. Adrahan, no. Come on, don't. No, no, don't hit it.

I told you not to. Look at that.

Come on, come on.

You gotta really dig. Okay, I'm not such a pro at this.

You didn't tell me there were creatures.

No, no, look now, look.

It's a little fiddler crab.

Get him out!

Get him out of here.

Oh, look now.

He can't hurt you. Ow!

Damn thing bit me.

They can't hurt you.

I think you better drive. The whole world looks like microfilm.

Six hours of eye fatigue and nothing.

You know, there is something about this that bothers me.

Yeah, our clients call your volleyball date.

That's not it. Yeah, I think it is. You took one look at Abigail getting all

moony -eyed over Ray McGinnis, and you got jealous.

If you want my advice, you just open up and tell her how you feel.

You know, I wish I had a photograph of your face when you found out Abigail and

I were going to go play volleyball.

Golly gee, why wasn't I invited?

The two people I care about were having a secret meeting.

We're talking about volleyball. It just happened to come up. We decided to go

and play.

Nobody knew it was going to throw you into a jealous frenzy. No, no, this

jealous frenzy. This is older brother advice. Now listen to me. No, all right.

Have you ever considered simply asking her out?

If I did, it wouldn't be to play volleyball.

I'd take her someplace nice, buy her a drink, soften her up a little bit. Oh,

yeah. Happy hour at the Kitty Hall. All I'm saying is if you're really

interested in Abigail, you're playing this thing all wrong.

You can't be the shy guy hiding behind a volleyball net.

You're going to have to come out and tell her how you feel. If you don't,

Ray McGinnis character is a devil.

Isn't that, uh... Yeah, uh... What's it mean, Bob? I mean his P .O .S. to the

Pecos.

He's got some nice friends.

What makes you think they're friends?

Yo, Pink!

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You with the cardboard cowboy boots. Wait up. Who?

Hey, remember us? The Simons. Yeah, who cares?

The guy that you were just with, Ray McGinnis. What about him?

Is he one of your parolees? Who wants to know? Hey, come on.

Ray McGinnis has served his time.

Parole is one tough mother. He sure doesn't need a couple of sleazeboat

breathing down his neck.

What did he do time for? Since when does that get to be any of your business?

Then why hasn't he told you that?

If I hear about you guys hassling Ray, I'm going to go to the licensing board

and I'm going to file a formal complaint.

Now, do you really want to start something like that?

I see he hasn't lost any of his charm.

Does Abby know she's dating an ex -con?

Okay, I did time. What do you want for that, a bonus?

I think that's a little flip under the circumstances, don't you?

You tell me.

All right, I will tell you.

We've been busting our butt for you.

We've been through every record of every birth, marriage, and death in this

county for the last 50 years. We have read every obituary and personal column

every daily newspaper. We've checked the enrollment records of the public

school. We've hung out for hours at the county morgue. Now, there's a real treat

for you.

We've been knocking on doors and calling in favors.

And then we find out, by accident, that you haven't even leveled with us. For

all we know, your brother's got very good reasons for not being found. Look,

not going to bore you guys with my story about being completely innocent of all

charges or getting railroaded. You wouldn't believe. Try us.

I told my first detective agency about my prison records.

Their rates mysteriously doubled.

Then they threatened to go to my landlord if I wouldn't pay up. Instant

blackmail. You don't know what it's like to try to get a good job or an

apartment or establish credit or make friends.

You don't know what it's like to wake up in the middle of the night and feel the

bars around you, and they're not on the windows anymore.

They're in here, and that's forever.

I know it won't do any good, but you can talk to my parole officer, and he'll

tell you.

I'm a model citizen.

All right, Ray, you make your point. You really do.

But we've still got one problem. You're dating a friend of ours.

Abby? That's the one.

She's involved with one of you?

No, well... Well,

no, not... Well, technically, no.

I mean, you know, we've known her, but not for long.

But we like to get together, have a few laughs.

She's a very close friend of our mother's. And she... The point is...

Have you told Abigail about your prison record?

That's none of your business.

We happen to think it is.

Well, I happen to think it's between Abby and me.

Either you tell her or we stop working for you.

Okay.

Okay.

I was going to tell her this evening.

All right.

You tell her this evening.

We'll keep looking for your brother.

Hello. Anybody here?

Uh -huh.

Excuse me.

Your name, Marshawn?

Uh -huh.

Could I ask you a favor?

Uh -huh.

So, do you talk face to face?

Something I can do for you.

Yeah,

do you have a phone I could use?

Over there.

Thank you.

Simon and Simon.

Rick? I used to be known by that name back when I had a usable set of feet.

Sounds like my day.

I had to walk all over El Cajon following a mailman. His name turned out

Merchant, I bet you.

Oh, I found a couple of Marchands.

Nobody was the right age or even the right sex.

Certainly nobody with a facial scar.

Well, I'll be back in a while.

Bring him a suit.

Yeah, you got it.

I remember him. Cousin had the same name as me. Good -looking man, but that scar

made him seem kind of mean.

I've walked on his jack.

Thank you.

No problem.

That is beautiful.

I prefer Spanish by myself.

He's talking about the car.

I wouldn't touch it, AJ. You know how jack owners are.

Maybe Mr. Marchand will be so happy to see his brother, he'll let me take it

a little spin.

Come on, this is definitely the car. We got the guy. Let's just... Let's get out

of here. No, no, no. We've got to see him face to face to make sure he's the

right guy.

So what's it going to be?

Encyclopedia salesman? Campaign posters?

Poachers?

Sophisticated alarm system.

Yeah. Builds off if you just cut the men's car.

You wanted to play.

And you brought your toys.

I saw the car through the grating. I just had to take a closer look. How do

keep that chrome looking like that?

I live right.

I told him not to do it. I told him there was going to be trouble, but he's

weird. He's got this thing for Jags. Who are you, his keeper?

Most of the time.

Let's go. IDs.

Identification. IDs, yeah.

Private investigator.

Yeah.

Who are you working for?

Yeah, business has been slow. Just took the day off.

Right, right.

The next thing I do is I call the cops and I tell them that I got these two

characters I caught breaking into my place and they're packing heaters.

Okay.

We have a client who believes that you may be his long -lost brother.

Oh, yeah?

I come from a family of five brothers and four sisters, all born the old

-fashioned way at home, East Orange, New Jersey. I stay in touch with my

brothers. They don't know yahoos like you two.

I want to know the name of your client. I want it now.

Sorry. You tell me or you tell the cops.

Three more.

Seven digits to almost any numbered town, I think.

I don't want to see you boys around here again.

Don't give us a reason.

Bye.

and don't believe I've told you enough about myself.

No.

And I'm such a stickler for details. It's my job.

See, what I'm doing, I'm trying to

work up the nerve to tell you what my job is.

You said you work for the city.

That's technically true.

But...

Let me see your palm.

Maybe I can find your career line.

Uh -oh.

I can't read palms.

You help people.

You're a psychiatrist or a social worker, a doctor, a pediatrician.

I see you in an underdeveloped nation, immunizing children.

How am I doing?

Oh, Ray.

Am I close?

Sort of.

But I don't think so.

I'm a police lieutenant.

So, you see, I'm the one who hasn't told enough.

There was this man that I went out with a couple of years ago.

He was an architect.

I liked him a lot. His name was Jeff.

I'd met him at a party, and I forgot to mention my line of work.

Once, when we were driving, and this black and white pulled up next to us, he

said, cops always give me the creeps.

So I didn't tell him.

A few days later, he showed up at the squad room.

Guess he'd found out from a friend.

And all he said was, next time we go out, why don't you bring along a pair of

handcuffs? You know, like it was a joke.

Only, he never called me again.

A few weeks went by.

I called him.

He said,

Suppose I don't want to see you again.

What are you going to do, have me arrested?

Just because he was a jerk doesn't mean that I am.

Not like you, Ray.

When you said you'd go out with me, you don't know how lucky that made me feel.

Do you still feel lucky, now that you know?

Abby. Boy.

I can see why the Simons insisted we have this conversation.

You see, a couple of decades, a couple of lifetimes ago,

I was a student of law over at San Diego State.

I had an apartment over on Ticonderoga.

One night, about 2 a .m., there was a knock on the door.

It was two policemen.

One to read me my rights.

One to put me in handcuffs.

There'd been a murder in the neighborhood.

Witnesses reported seeing a man my age and my height leaving the scene.

I'd been for a drive that night.

Alone.

No alibi.

I did 12 years.

Three months, two weeks, five days, and six hours of a life sentence.

I started counting the day I went in.

Ray.

Abby.

I didn't do it. You don't have to say that.

Once I get started saying it.

I think it was a blue four -door old.

Did you make the plates?

Too fast.

Maybe somebody did.

And what about the weapon?

Definitely an automatic.

It had the tinny sound of one of the early Uzis. And you know what I was

thinking?

Sid Carney.

That punk you sent up on a B &E a year ago? He threatened me. He's out on

parole.

Wasn't he hanging with Paul Beadling?

Beadling's in San Quentin.

I'll be right back. Hey, Lieutenant.

I'm glad you're still with us.

Thanks.

Hi.

Oh.

For me.

It's a seagull.

You're a gifted man.

Yardbird arts and crafts.

You ought to see me walk a nickel.

Let me ask you something.

How soon can we get out of this place?

I have to go to work.

As much as I might not want to, that's just the way it is. But you're off duty.

These people look competent. This is my division.

I know.

You have to take care of all of San Diego.

All I want to do is take care of you.

Would you say that again, please?

Lieutenant Marsh?

Sorry.

I got a bullet.

You were right.

Nine millimeter parabellum.

Could have been an Uzi. Be there in a minute.

Those shots could have been meant for either one of us.

I'm going to have to investigate both possibilities.

I don't want to dredge up a lot of... I don't know, things from your past,

but... I'm going to have to question you.

Like if there's anyone who might want you dead.

Think about it.

We'll talk tomorrow morning, okay?

And not until.

Please.

I just had to accept something about your past.

You've got to accept this about me.

I'm on the force 24 hours a day.

Okay, beetlings on ice.

Kearney's got an alibi.

Sandorini's moved to L .A.

Willie Stanton, he found religion.

Plus Brinkman has two broken legs.

Well, Hewitt hasn't left home in a week. And Babe Griffin eats his meals through

a straw.

Who is left who hates me?

What about this guy you were with, Ray?

I mean, maybe the shots were fired at him. You don't think I thought about

I thought about that right away.

You want to run him? You mean for priors?

Oh, yeah.

You know, for your information, Hanrahan, just because a person goes out

date with a police officer, that doesn't mean his life is no longer his own.

Shots were fired, Lieutenant.

I know.

I was there. I suppose you think that cops should only associate with other

cops.

That's not what I meant. And what about me? What about me? I don't get to have a

private life.

A man can't find me attractive without there being a lot of dredging up of his

personal... I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

Forget it.

I'll write up a report.

No, go home, Hanrahan. It's late.

I'll be glad to do it. Will you get the hell out of here?

Interesting man, your brother.

You found him?

Where is he? Not so fast.

Family retrieval is one thing, but this?

First you waltz in here with a lot of crocodile tears about a missing brother.

Then we find out that you have a prison record.

And the next thing we know, a couple of bodyguards are trying to use this as

wallpaper.

Isn't that what you guys get paid for?

Taking chances. It is helpful if we know in advance what the chances are.

Here's a check.

Tell me where to find him.

I'll get out of your life.

Did you do what you said you were going to do? Did you tell Abigail?

I did.

Now you tell me what I paid you to find out.

His name is Stan Marchand.

He lives at 1887 Pearl Street, and my advice to you is to walk away and forget

the whole thing because this man is nobody's sweetheart.

Hi.

You look like about nine miles bad road.

Just what I needed.

Kind word.

Could I sit?

Sure.

What can I get you?

New life.

Ah.

Okay, Abby, what's wrong?

Take your pick.

I've been shot at. Shot at. I've been up all night canvassing the felons. We'll

wake back up and tell me about getting shot at.

I cried in front of Hanrahan. You'll recover. Tell me about it. Tell me

something, Rick.

Just because I'm a cop, does that mean I have to spend all of my time alone?

Not as long as I'm alive.

Scoot over.

Now, let me take a wild shot at this.

Ray told you about his past, and you don't know how to handle it.

It's not what he told me. It's what he didn't tell me.

He told you he'd done time?

Mm -hmm.

For a murder he didn't commit.

I believed him.

Okay. Immediately.

Without question.

What he neglected to mention was that it was a cop killing.

A cop killing?

Well, yeah, but I mean if you believe that he didn't do it and one difference

does it makes the big difference But if he didn't do it does All

right, yeah, right it does it makes a difference

so maybe he's not mr. Right

Do you know how long

it has been since I have allowed myself to feel this way about anybody

When I'm with him, I get this image of what life could be like if... All right,

now listen to yourself.

You have just about the best instincts of anybody I ever met in my life.

Makes you a good cop.

And a great friend.

Now, if you think that Ray is the right guy, as far as I'm concerned, that's

Greenwich Mean.

Have you found his brother yet?

Well, he found an arm twister named Stan Marchand.

Stan Marchand?

Yeah, you know him? Yeah, he lives off Pearl Street?

In a quaint little bungalow.

His name just came across my desk in a file from the feds. He is the new heir

apparent to the San Diego mob.

He's a very dangerous...

Have you told Ray yet? A .J.'s closing out the case. Wait, wait, wait. Where

you going in such a hurry? I've got to find Ray. No, there's no time!

You were there when our mother was raped and A .J. and I both wanted to go off

half -cocked and kill somebody.

And you told us, let me handle it.

Now you listen to your own advice.

Let us handle it.

We've got a problem.

Where's Ray?

Have you seen Ray?

No, I went to his place to look for him. He wasn't there, but I found it.

I'll give you just two hours to cut that out.

Mr. Marchand, there's a phone call.

Can you believe this?

Ignore it.

Later. It's from New York.

Handle it. He says it won't wait.

A man doesn't value his life.

Don't forget your drink.

It better be damn important.

Hawkins, if you ever interrupt me again... He won't.

I can just about assure you of that.

Who in the hell are you supposed to be?

Who do you think I might be, Stan?

Well, I don't know.

There's some bozo running around the neighborhood saying that he's my long

brother.

Look at me.

Huh?

Look at me. I'm looking at you, pal. What's that supposed to do for me?

Look me in the eye.

There's a big piece of my life missing.

And I want it back.

So see a shrink.

It's funny.

What would happen if I flipped and accidentally blew your head off?

It would be a double funeral.

You got some smart answers, Stan.

What would a man do if he spent 12 years in a cage for a murder you committed?

And then one day...

He found you.

All alone.

And unprotected.

And he had a gun.

Gee, I don't know.

That's a tough one.

What do you think would happen, Bruno?

I still think A .J. and I ought to go in there first.

Why?

I'm the one with the badge. I'll just knock on the front door.

Say what?

Pardon me, do you mind if I search your house without a search warrant?

We don't even know Ray's in there for sure.

Just drive.

You go in there with your badge out and your lights flashing, you're liable to

get him killed.

So what do you do if Ray is in there with a loaded gun?

Are you going to be the one to put him back and stir, or are you just going to

turn away and forget that you're a cop?

Let's take it again.

Who did you bring with you, those PIs?

Nobody.

I came alone.

You know, you're a stupid man.

You're so stupid, in fact, I can't figure how you found out about me. How

think, Stan?

I did your prison stretch for you.

You can learn a lot in prison.

Like who pulled the trigger and got away.

It's a real education.

I always swore to myself if I lived through it, I'd come back and thank you

putting me through school.

Well, you ain't gonna live through this.

Search the grounds. You find anybody that doesn't belong, you shoot.

You know, in a way, I kind of hate to do this.

You're the best thing that ever happened to my career.

Yeah.

The cop killing turned me into a made guy.

When I found a neighborhood yokel to take the rap for me, word got out that I

was a major talent.

So if you had knocked on the door, instead of breaking in, I might have

you a suit or something. But no, you got to bring those PIs with you. So I got

to send somebody after you last night to take care of you.

You and that cop bitch of yours.

Never seen a cop yet that didn't have a bullseye for a heart.

Here's one.

As soon as the pardon comes, you know what I'm going to do?

There's nothing I've got to say.

I've got some money saved up.

I'm going to take two weeks off and go to Greece.

Two weeks in Greece, and you're coming with me.

Ray.

It's hard for me, knowing what you do.

I've seen the kind of danger you get into.

I'd like you to get away from this whole police thing. Wait a minute.

Hold it.

Maybe you could just take a leave of absence.

What you call this police thing is my life.

Abby, all I'm saying... Ever since I met you, I've been making mistakes.

Bad calls, like I don't have my mind on what I'm doing.

You'll get used to me.

It isn't just you.

It's me.

Maybe I don't know how to care for somebody.

Really care and be a good cop at the same time.

Abby, please, give it a chance. It's worth it.

You don't understand.

Yesterday, I really lost control.

And if I hadn't listened to cooler heads, I might have gotten us both

That was my fault.

It wasn't your fault.

I couldn't let you walk into that kind of trouble alone I never planned on you

I never planned on you

Bye, Ray.