All language subtitles for Nash Bridges 2x02 Till Death Do Us Part.EN

(elevator bell rings)

DOMINGUEZ:
Do we have to do this?

You can't
investigate a crime

without looking
for clues.

Well, can't we have
somebody else go in

and get the clues then bring
them out, then we look at them?

What the hell's the
matter with you?

This is totally safe.

Is it unusual to be afraid

of a room full of
a deadly virus?

Here we are.

Through this airlock
is the lab.

Ooh, now the virus is contained
in there, right?

It can't get out?
No, of course not.

Of course not.

Where do we suit up?

Suit up? Wait... what...

What-- s-s-suit up?
Wait, wait a minute.

(doors whirring)

Wow, this'd be a
great suit for
powder skiing.

No sign of forced entry

on either side
of the door.

How many people
have key cards?

About 40.

We're gonna need
a list of names.

Hey, I can do that.

Nah, nah, nah, nah.

You just stay here.

This room was made to store
the virus and the antidote

because it's the highest
security room

in the entire complex.

We store all
the most valuable

and dangerous
materials in here.

Together?

Well, we thought
it was a good idea

at the time. The Penesol
was just stored

here temporarily
until we shipped it.

Look at them.

You'd think they'd never seen

a Mexican in a spacesuit before.

DOMINGUEZ:
Let me get this straight.

This guy came in
to steal the Penesol drug

and knocked over

the cart with the U-473 virus

and exposed himself to it,
right?

That's exactly right.

DOMINGUEZ:
Listen, what makes this
Penesol drug so valuable?

Penesol is
a synthetic opiate.

It's like fentanyl.

We manufacture it
as an anesthesia,

but its mood-elevating
properties

have made it an extremely
popular street drug.

It's the hottest thing
on the street.

What happened?

He didn't expect the camera
to be on.

Came in here, and he saw
that it was on, he panicked,

knocked over the tray,

got about here, and from the
position of the shell casings,

he shot

the camera about three
times right here,

scooped up what he could
carry and then split.

Wow, that is
an incredible deduction.

Yeah, well, that's our job.

Hey, uh, anything else we can...

How dangerous

is this virus?

It's in the same family
as Ebola.

It's a highly potent
airborne virus

with an incubation
period of three days.

During that time,
the criminal's fine.

Not contagious.

But when he becomes symptomatic,

we're in trouble.
Yes.

And he's mistakenly taken
all of the antidote.

And without it,

he could infect
the entire city

of San Francisco
within days.

That's the virus right there,

huh?
DR. YANG: Yes.

Oh, great.

Boy, I only had a couple
donuts for breakfast.

Man, I'm feeling
a little light-headed.

I need to sit down for a minute.

(air hissing)

(alarm blaring)

(indistinct P.A. system
announcement)

*

(woman vocalizing
over bluesy organ riff)

There's no reason for concern.
It's highly unlikely

that you were infected.

Maybe it was that loud Klaxon
alarm that got me worried.

The hole in the suit
was very small,

and the time of exposure
was very short.

The virus was probably
taking a nap

or out getting a beer
at the time, huh?

We're taking a blood test
as a precaution, Inspector.

But truly, you've got
nothing to worry about.

(quietly):
What do you think?

I think you should listen
to the doctor.

(sighs):
Well,

isn't there another lab
that has some antidote?

We're the only lab
that makes it.

You'd better
make some more.

DR. YANG:
We started a batch
of antidote

this morning, but it takes
five days to produce.

This criminal

is a human time bomb.

We're gonna have a very
serious problem

with disease containment
if you don't find him.

Within 72 hours.

Yeah. That's correct.

(sighs)

Just out of curiosity,

Doctor, what are the, uh,
symptoms of this infection?

After 72 hours, you get
rapidly rising fever,

mental disorientation,

um, accumulation
of fluid in the lungs,

uh, disintegration
of the neural system,

renal and colon failure,

liquidization of the internal
intestinal membranes,

and death within 36 hours.

Oh.

Good, you had me worried
there for a minute.

Yeah, me, too.

He's already got
all that other stuff.

Now don't worry,
I called Evan and Brynn.

They're working
the card key list,

and we'll get Harv to
analyze this lab video.

Uh-oh.

Bridges.

Hello, Katz.

And Dominquez.

Don't be offended, Joe,

if I don't offer
to shake your hand.

You won't be offended
if I call you

pinche cabrón pendejo,
too.

Spanish insults?

Come on, guys, don't tell me
you're still upset

about that bank
robbery case.
Oh, you mean

just because you blew
three months of
undercover work?

Nah!
Let six suspects flee
to the Cayman Islands

so you could get your picture
in the morning paper.

Why would we be angry
about that?
Yeah.

Yeah, like you guys
never made a mistake.

Oh, uh, speaking
of mistakes,

what the hell's the
FBI doing here?

They've ordered me to take
charge of this investigation.

Is that
the lab video?

Why, yes it is.

The mayor and the governor
were briefed by your chief.

Because of the potential
citywide medical threat,

they want me to take

charge of a joint
task force.

I'll, uh, take that.

Well, things are going
from bad to worse.

Thank you.

As of this moment,

the FBI and your Special
Investigations Unit

are joined
at the hip.
(wry chuckle)

All this good news, and
it's not even lunch yet.

Now, remember,

the cone of silence
is down on this one.

The whole city could go
into a panic.

So, we work
as a team.

That's team,
Bridges.

We've got 72...
Sure.

We....

So, what are we going to do?

We're gonna let Katz go play
with himself,

and we're gonna find this guy.

(phone rings)

Yeah.

Oh, hey, Nick.

You what?

I'm getting married, son.

Saturday.

That's tomorrow.

I know it's short notice,

but I kept putting
Charlotte off,

and when I agreed
to a date,

she chose Saturday

because she didn't want
me to change my mind

or lose my mind.

You know my memory problem.

Um, yeah.
Nick, listen,

have you really given
this some thought?

Yes, I have.

And your thoughts are?

Well, there's love and
friendship and all that,

but, uh...

she's not gonna be
my companion anymore

without a ring
on her finger,

if you get what
I mean, son.

Uh, yeah, I get your meaning.

Um, no offense to the lady,

but, uh, there's plenty of fish
in the sea, Nick.

You ever check this place out?

I'm looking in a barrel,

and if I see a fish,
I'm gonna shoot it.

(stifled chuckle)

Got it.

Nash,

I'd love for you
to stand up

and be my best man.

I'd be happy to Nick.

Do me one favor.

Before you go out

and make any other
life-altering decisions,

could you give me just
a little more notice?

(glasses clink)

Congratulations.

Nicky?

I restitched
them for you

so you've got a scutch
more room in the saddle.

Charlotte, honey,
I'd like you to meet Nash.

Oh, Nash!

I have heard so
much about you.

Very nice to meet you.

Thank you.

Oh, he is adorable.

He is so cute, Nick.

Just look at him.

What a wonderful boy.

Wow.

The old man takes
a wife, huh?

Yeah, how about that.

And on one day's notice.
Ah.

Oh, he said you could
be a groomsman,

if you organize
the bachelor party.
Oh, yeah?

I'm there.

BRIDGES:
Good. All right.
Thanks, Harv.

Hey, Daddy.
Hi, brat.

Guess what.
What?

Your grandfather's
getting married.

Yeah? When?

Mm, tomorrow.

Tomorrow?
Tomorrow.

Nick's getting married
tomorrow?

Yes, and, uh,

he would really love
for you to be there.

Oh, how sweet.

With a just a
little catering,

if you don't mind.

It's no big deal
now, like, uh,

finger sandwiches, for
like three dozen people.

Very smooth.

So I'm going
to be the only person

at this wedding
wearing white.

I get it.

Oh, come on, Lise.

Now, you know how much
Nick loves you,

and, and, uh, it would really
mean a lot to him, you know.

With or without the food.

LISA:
I don't know.

I'm pretty busy.

I'm not sure.

What's going on?

She's got this scheme.

You know that whisky
caramel cake she makes?

Yeah. I love that.
It's my favorite.

Yeah, it's the favorite of
all her catering clients, too.

Anyway, she's made it
into the final round

of this U.S. Flour
Baking Contest,

and it's being held here
in San Francisco.

Grand prize--
$500,000.

500,000 bucks?
Yeah,

and she's absolutely convinced
that she's gonna win.

Don't tell her
I told you.

No, I, I won't
say a word.

Um, where's the cake?
I don't know.

She's not even
fixing it here.

It's in her friend's
pastry kitchen or something.

Wow, a wedding.

How exciting.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, exciting.

Um, do me a favor, will ya?

Work on her for me.

Okay.
It would really mean
a lot to Nick.

All right?
Mm-hmm.

All right,
thanks, honey.

Bye.
I'll see ya later.

(seagulls calling)

No, no, no, no, no!

This can't be
where they're putting us.

Harv, you want to explain to me

what the hell's going
on around here?

Aye, aye, Captain,
though I wonder, Nash,

you know, if, like,
Plato himself could describe

our city's particular
brand of whimsy.

Uh, but what
I overheard is

that this here is
our temporary housing,

or I should say docking,
while our city engineers

try to determine
whether the rotunda

is either earthquake
safe and/or fixable,

then we're going
back there.

But my guess,
Nash, not for long,

because there's
too much liability.

No, no, no, no,
I like the rotunda.

I know, man,

but nobody
who wears a suit does.

Anyway, you know,

the city insurance carrier
gets in the mix.

Of course they don't like
any of the city's buildings.

So they're saying
this is the only space

that they'll deem
earthquake safe.

See, actually, we're
on the water, you know.

So, during an earthquake,
we're just gonna

kind of go up and down.
Up and down.

I get it.

Where do I live?
Right here.

BRIDGES:
You know, I kind
of like it, man.

It's got plenty
of air conditioning.

DOMINGUEZ:
Our only worries
are tidal waves

and low-flying seagulls.
Oh, excuse me.

LEEK:
It's all right,
it's all right.

Oh, listing
to starboard.

Wow. Nice.

Say, Bridges, how would you
describe this decor?

What, uh, early
Poseidon Adventure?

What, do you keep a little

Dramamine
in your desk drawer there?

(chuckles):
He's cute, isn't he?

Listen, just before you leave

for that comedy tour
of the Catskills,

how about updating us
on the lab video?

KATZ:
Fred, log on to the Internet
and show them.

Ooh, Fred.

Use my chair.

Well, thank you.

KATZ:
We took a videotape image

of the bad guy,
and we processed it

through our new computer
that compares photos

against driver's license photos.

We came up with a match.

Jared Love, he just did

a nickel and a half at San Q

on a Silicon Valley
commercial prowl.

He was released
ten months ago.

So, with this video
placing him at the scene,

we have every basis
for a conviction.

In fact, this case
is in the bag.

Except for one small problem.

(laughing)

They can't find him.

KATZ: That's right.
We can't find him.

Now that's where
you come in.

Oh, just a small problem.

Find Jared Love,

and we'll handle
everything else.

And, uh,
what would everything else be?

Whatever comes up.

Oh, whatever comes up.
All right.

Harv, do me a favor.

Check all the records
on this guy Jared Love.

County clerk, Health Department,
schools, the works.

I want to know
who he knows in this town.

Everything, got it?
Yeah.

Evan, Bryn.
Yeah.

Who do we know that deals
in these specialty drugs?

Oh, the only local handler
is Gene Kwon,

but this is a huge score,
even for him.

Well, it sounds like Gene's
moving up in the world.

There's his address.

Thank you.
Go get 'em.

KWON:
So, Jared,

let me see the Penesol.

LOVE:
I need to see the money.

It's light.

Jared, I know it's less
than you expected,

but it's still a good deal.

Yeah.

For you and Mr. Keneally.

Mr. K isn't getting

what he anticipated
from his distributors,

so, uh, he expects you
to make an adjustment.

Is that right?

Yes.

That's exactly right.

Okay.

(two gunshots)

(gasps)

How's that?

Now we're both light.

Huh?

You ever try this stuff?

Hell, no.

Well, my friend, you

are in for a treat.

(panic shouting)

(brakes screeching)

(short siren blast)

MAN:
Hold it back.
Go ahead.

WOMAN:
Okay.
Fred, over here.

BRIDGES:
What's happening?

Jumper on the roof.

He's got one
of the paramedics.

KATZ:
Bridges, I'm an expert
in these situations.

I'll handle this.

BRIDGES:
Hold on, Katz, hold on.

KATZ:
It's my case.
Watch and learn.

FBI coming through.

Please.
I'm a mediation expert.

(woman crying)

Gene?

I'm David Katz.

I want to be your friend.

I'm so high, man.

You want to jump off
the building with us?

Gene, Gene, I want to tell you
a very important secret.

What?

You know, I know
a place where

we can earn a whole lot a money.

KWON:
What are you saying?

Come a little closer to me.

(gags)

A Winnebago full of money.

You think this is about money?

I'm flying, man.

(shrieking)

KATZ:
Oh, I got him!

I got him.
I got him.

(yelling)

(screaming)

(body thuds)

MAN:
I got his badge.

Wow.

Gene? Gene? Gene?
Yes.

Tell me what you know
about Jared Love.

Where did...
Where did he go?

Where does he hang out?

How do we find him?

Who does he know
here in town?

Come on, Gene,
stay with me here.

He has this girlfriend
he talks about all the time.

Dana something.

How do we find her?

Gene?

Gene?!

DOMINGUEZ:
Think Kwon'll live?

Depends on how much Penesol
he's got in his system.
Hmm.

I don't give him much
of a chance.

KWON:
Bridges, Dominguez,
wait, wait up!

All right, all right,
I'm still in charge here.

That was one hell
of a dive, Katzoid.

I give you a
five point eight.
I only gave you a five-four.

You didn't hold that pike
position long enough.

Ah.
That's very funny.

Now, I assume
that you interrogated Kwon

after I, uh...
after I, uh,

departed and...

WOMAN:
Okay, let
him through.

Excuse me just...

(retching and coughing)

Charming.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. Thanks.

Why don't you keep it?
Oh, thanks.

I'm gonna follow Kwon
to the hospital.

You do that.
We'll see you later.

Harvey, give me some
good news, bubba.

We got a hit.
County Clerk's office.

Jared Love applied
for a marriage license.

Really?
Who did he marry?

He hasn't
gotten married.

He didn't
execute it yet.

Would the bride-to-be
be named Dana?

Man, who tells
you this stuff

while I'm out there
humping for you.

Yes, her name
is Dana Traynor.

Not only didn't
she marry the guy,

she's filed a
restraining order

against him, Nash,
for stalking her.

Since then she
logged 11 calls

to the cops
against him.

Find her, Harv.
Put a big-time move on her.

All right.

(phone ringing)

(ringing continues)

(button clicks)

Keneally.

LOVE (over phone):
Kwon is dead.

How's that?

Penesol overdose.

You got to be very careful.

What's going on, Jared?

What's going on is
that I am the last person

you want to mess with,
understand?

Now, do we have a deal?

Of course.

Jared, this is all news to me.

Send somebody up
from San Diego right now

with the rest of my money.

I'll call you tomorrow morning
with the meet details.

Alex.

Jared Love has gotten
way out of hand.

Go up to San Francisco
and get the drugs...

and bring Jared back here.

I want to kill him myself.

What are you doing?

Check my tongue.

I am not going to
check your tongue.

It feels funny.

They didn't say anything
about your tongue.

Your tongue is fine,
and you're fine.

You don't care about me.

Of course
I care about you.

I just think you should
listen to the doctors.

Now, you got a tux?

Yeah, I got a tux.

Perfect. I can wear it from
the wedding to my own funeral.

Oh, speaking of that,

you gotta go by Lisa's and
get my tux out of the garage.

Yeah, okay. Hey,
you got a cigarette,

or anything to eat with a
lot of cholesterol in it?

You have gotten the last bit
of sympathy

you're going to get out of me.
Oop!

Who... When is my phone going
to get hooked up?

So you're trying to tell me

you have zero level
of sympathy left, huh?

Harv, what have you
got on this Dana Traynor?

I found her. In fact,
I just met her.

Very smart,
very attractive woman.

She works in a bookstore
off of Union Square.

And?
I told her I was a cop,
which was a big mistake

because she hates cops,
because she feels

that we haven't done anything
about this Jared Love

to stop him from stalking her.

Well, I guess that means

we're going to have
to resort to plan "B".

Which plan "B" would this be?

That would
be the most efficient plan.

The one that I come up with
on the spot when I get there.

Oh, hey, Joe.
Hey, Cass.

My dad's tux
is in the basement.

I'll be right back.
Okay.

Where's your mom?

She had a catering gig
until late.

Help yourself if you want
anything to eat or drink.

Okay.

Maybe I will.

Oh.

(whistling)

(sotto voce):
Yeah.

I'll just have a little...

I'll just have a little piece
of this.

Ooh, baby!

Mmm! Mmm! That's pretty good.

(screams)
What?

Joe! Joe, that cake
you're eating

is worth half
a million bucks!

That's my mom's
contest entry!

Oh.

That U.... That U....
that U.S. Baking Contest thing?

Yes, Joe.

I can't believe
you ate that cake!

Well, you said, "Help yourself."

Yeah, but that doesn't mean

you cut into a whole uncut cake.

Oh, excuse me.

Now I know "help yourself"
means help yourself

to anything
but a whole uncut cake.

Oh, man!

That looks okay,
doesn't it?

Joe.
Put some of this...

Hi.
Hi.

We're about to close.

Can I help you
find something?

Ah, well, can you recommend
a good adventure story,

maybe with
a little romance?

Well, you want
60 pages and pictures,

or 800 pages and
long Russian names?

I don't know.

Maybe some... Shusaku Endo in
the Japanese existential genre.

No, but I have
an incredible

Latin American
fantasy realism novel
by Isabelle Allende.

I've already read
everything of hers.

Who's this guy
John Grisham?

Never heard of him.

Excuse me.
(chuckles)

She knows literature.

Uh-huh.

I think I see
where this is going.

(phone rings)

Hello. City Books. Dana here.

It's me. Job's over.
Pack your bags.

It's time.

Jared, do not call me.

I can't accept that, Dana.

We have a great life
waiting for us.

I'm coming over.

Don't bother, okay?

The store's closing.
I won't be here.

Wait there, Dana.

Jared, okay, you're
not listening to me, okay?

There is no point
in you continuing this.

Wait there, damn it!
I'm coming over!

Good-bye, Jared.

(slams down phone)

Do you have a car?

DANA:
I cannot believe you just
explained the balk rule.

That's incredible.

I've never met anyone
who could do that.

The curse of
a photographic memory.

Um, let me ask
you something.

Why did you... why did you
want me to drive you home?

Oh, it's just one of your
typical psycho stalker
situations.

DANA:
There's this lunatic-- right?--
named Jared Love.

He's been obsessed with me
for about six months.

You know, he follows me around,
he calls me all the time.

And, in the last couple
of weeks,

he's gotten
a lot more persistent.

Have you called the police?
Oh, yeah.

Tried that. They're no help.

He's a lot smarter
than the police anyway.

You know, I realize

I haven't asked what you do.

I'm a... teacher.

I teach high school English.

Well...

BRIDGES:
Is this somebody
you know?

No.

Excuse me.
Can I help you?

I'm looking for Jared Love.

And you are?

I came to talk to her.

Why don't you just
do yourself a favor

and just turn
around and leave?

And why don't you stay smart
and stay out of this?

(sputtering)

Now, talk
to me, baby.

Tell me,
where's Jared?

You know, I...
I'm telling you,

we're... we're not
following you.

You know what?
I don't know.

DANA:
And I don't care.

Nash wants us
to follow him.

Who is this guy?

I have no idea.

Now go away before I scream

and get ten neighbors out here
in two seconds.

I'll check back later.

(laughing)

That's funny?

Well, I... I
was just thinking.
(car door closes)

Now your stalker
has a stalker.
(car driving away)

That's a good one.

Um... let me ask
you something.

Do you want to have some dinner?

Sure.

(romantic piano music playing)

DANA: You are not
like most high school
English teachers I know.

(Nash chuckles)

Um, well, I... I used to
teach social studies.

Oh, yeah?

Let me ask you a
theoretical question.

Sure, go ahead.

How much information do you
think someone should give up

on a first date?

Is this a date?

No, but if it were
a date, do you...

tell all and see
where the cards fall,

or do you... say as
little as possible

and preserve a
sense of mystery?

(sighs)

Well, it's been
my experience

that as long
as you be yourself,

you don't have to worry
about what you say.

You got that from
reading Proust.

(chuckling):
I don't think so.

This is really weird.

(laughs)

How can I be this
comfortable with you?

I just met you.

I don't know.

So what do we do?

(sighs)

I think probably
the best thing

we should do now
is order the main course.

(chuckles)

I think maybe you're right.

I'm gonna go to the
ladies' room now.

I'll get the waiter.

(beeping)

(phone rings)

Hello.

NASH (over phone):
Are you on this guy?

We lost him;
he shook us.

Somehow he made us;
he must be good.

Let's find out how good.

His name is Alex Payton.

His, uh...

his DOB is 5/10/63,

and an address out of San Diego.

You got his date
of birth?

Yes, I did.

I'm not even gonna ask.

All rightie, we'll check out
Mr. Payton for you, Nash.

Stay on it, thanks.

Don't you ever hang up
on me again!

The conversation was over, okay?

I said good-bye.

Who's the date?

He's a bookseller.

I told you I was coming over.

Jared, you are violating
a restraining order.

What's it gonna take for you
to understand that no means no?

I won't have you talk
like this to me.

Come on!

Let go of me.
Let go!

You can't run, you can't hide.

(sighs)

Are you okay?

He's here, isn't he?

He was. He's gone.

Nash, come on.
Don't. He's not worth it.

DOMINGUEZ:
Okay, a little vanilla.

I think that's cool.

All right, vanilla's in.
What's next? Come on!

Um, okay, two egg yokes.

Two egg yokes,
all right.

Here.

Two egg yokes, okay,
two egg yokes.

Tell me about it.

Joe, you, you have
What?

to take the shell
out of there.

What about the egg whites?

What do we do with those?

I don't know.
What do you
mean, you don't know?

It doesn't say anything
about the egg whites.

Well, what, you just
throw 'em away or what?

Joe, I don't know.
You're looking at me?

I mean, either my mom cooks
or I eat out or I don't eat.

(muttering)

Don't break
the yoke, Joe.

Don't break the...

And take the shell out.

Will you please?

Oh, man.
Joe...

All right, well,
egg whites stay,

and a little bit of...

shell!

That'll give it grit.
Oh, man.

All right?
Okay, what's next?

Okay, okay,
next, next, next.

All right, next you have

to flame this part
with the whiskey.

Can you do that?
Hey, watch this.

Okay.
Flame with whiskey.
Flame with the whiskey.

Yes.
Okay.

Okay, there you go.

Whoa!

Don't breathe that
if you're under 21.

Um, Joe,

the temperature's way too high

and you put way too much
in there.

Hey, don't backseat cook,
will you, please?

Okay.

Go ahead.

All right, you ready?

(strikes match)

Voilà.

(both scream)

Joe! Oh, my God!
Joe!

Joe, are you
okay? Joe?

Are my, my eyebrows still there?

(Bridges and Dana chuckling)

Thanks for dinner.

I had a great time.

Yeah, well, for someone
who got hijacked,

I'm glad
you feel that way.

I do.

You gonna be
all right?

I'm gonna be
all right.
All right.

But there's one more thing.

(seagulls calling)
Good morning, gang.

(helicopter blades whirring)
Hey, Charlie,
what'd y'all find out?

CORTEZ:
Uh, nothing.

We searched all over
the restaurant.

There was no sign
of Jared Love.

What about the patrol units
at Dana's house?

No, man,
they just called.

Everything's been quiet
since your...

um, you know,
uh... departure.

Oh, (chuckles)
my departure.

I will
remember that.

Didn't, didn't say
a thing, man.

Nash, anything I heard I took
as petty jealous gossip.

BRYNN:
Okay, this
is what we do have.

Alex Payton is a mob bounty
hunter from San Diego.

Works for Eddie Keneally.

He's got a couple
of minor warrants.

Good, good, find him
and put a hold on him.

Now, Eddie Keneall...

Ix-nay on the ick-day.

Wait. Did I just hear Eddie
Keneally's behind this?

We've been trying to
bust him for years.

He's got a drug network
from Dallas to San Diego.

Here's the card key
I took out of Payton's wallet.

It goes to some hotel room
here in San Francisco.

There's only a couple of hundred
hotels. Should be easy to find.

Who the hell
is Payton?
(phone rings)

And what about
Jared Love?

I thought we were
trying to find him.

Yeah? Nash.

Daddy, hi.

Um, you have to get over here
right away.

(Joe sighs and groans)
Yeah, we have a...
a little problem.

CASSIDY:
Mom didn't get home
till late last night.

She's not up yet.

BRIDGES:
I can't believe you did this.

Hey, man, if you had
two days to live,

you'd do something
a lot more outrageous

than eat
two pieces of cake.

Oh, you don't have two days
to live anymore, bubba.

And I'm talking
about the fake cake.

Hey, man, we followed
the same recipe.

It's exactly the
same ingredients.

(sighs)

No question.

What's going on?

Oh, hi, Lisa!

Just some, uh, wedding
planning here.

Uh, we brought you
some bagels

for breakfast...

...'cause I ate your cake.

I didn't mean to. I... I...
I tried to bake a new one,

but it didn't turn
out all right, and
I'm sorry, I...

Want some Giant tickets?

I got some Giant tickets
for tomorrow's game.
Box seats.

Bagels, too.

(sighs)

How did it taste?

I thought it tasted
incredibly delicious.

Did Nash mention
that I only have
two days to live?

(sobs)
I blame myself.

You do?

I should never have left it
out on the counter.

Probably not.

And the only reason I did
is because...

it wasn't my entry cake.

It was the backup cake.

I already turned in
the entry cake.

You did?

You did?
Mm-hmm.

It wasn't the real,
it wasn't the real cake!

DOMINGUEZ (laughs):
I knew it'd turn
out all right.

See? It wasn't the real cake.

You're a genius.

And, and that cake
was great, too.

('50s rock 'n' roll playing)

NICK:
You know, Nash,

this is the first bachelor
party I've ever been to

at 11:30 in the morning.

(laughing):
Yeah, me, too.

We're on this big
case right now,

and this is the only time that
Joe could get it all organized.

I know, son.

I want you to know
that I love Charlotte,

and this is something
I want to do.

Well, that's all
that's important, then.

And I'll be right there for you.

I'm glad.

(rock music blaring)

Hey, ho, in the house,
it's DJ Joe!

Hey, ho, gentlemen, please
welcome Ebony and Ivory!

DOMINGUEZ: Whoo!
(laughing)

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

What do you say, geezers?

BRIDGES:
We can't do this.
We can't do this.

You're a cop.

When you're confronted
with your own mortality,

see if you don't want
to make every moment count.

No, no, the best part was when
the head nurse came in,

and you tried to convince her

that the ladies were
physical therapists.

Oh, that was good.

Hey, the only part of that
that's not true is,

they don't have state licenses,
that's it.

You want to be constructive,
help me out with this problem.

What am I gonna do
about Dana Traynor?

Hey, I remember a long time ago,

like, when I had 53 hours
to live,

uh, you gave me some advice
about being honest.

Hey!

That's real clever.

Our meet's not for an hour,

thought you'd hide a few guns,
be smart, huh?

What you gonna do,
you gonna kill me now?

(coughs)

Let me see the money.

(Love coughs loudly)

I know that's
just for show,

but I do believe that's the rest
of the cash you owe me.

Put it down.

Here's the Penesol.

So, you're giving
me the drugs, huh?

Yeah, a deal's a deal.

What's this other stuff?

Got it from
the same place
as the Penesol.

Must be valuable.

We're square up now.

Tell Mr. K,
I'm no longer available.

I'll waste any guy
that comes after me.

Bye now.

DR. YANG:
Unless we can find the man
with the antidote,

we're going to have put you in
quarantine by tomorrow night.

(sighs)
I'm gonna die.

Well, let's just say,
uh, it's imperative

that somebody find this man
with the antidote... quickly.

(chuckles) Hi.
Hi.

Um, we need to talk.

Uh-oh.

You have a very serious look
on your face.

Does this mean
you don't like me anymore?

(chuckles)
Far from it.

Well, that's good.

Am I tipping my hand, here?

No, no, no. Um, can we, um,
get a cup of coffee, or...?

Sure.

Let me get my purse,
tell my assistant, and
I'll be right back.

Brooke, I'll be back in a bit.
BROOKE: Okay, see ya.

Hello, Dana.
(gasps)

Let's go celebrate.
Deal's over.

Jared, as soon as you
let go of me...

I'm not gonna let
you go, Dana...

Not now, not ever.

You scream,
you make a commotion,

some of these people
are gonna get hurt.

(yells)

Freeze!
Police, put it down!

(people screaming)

(gunshot)
(groans)

So, Jared Love's dead.

That means I'm next.

Don't say that.

Well, what are we gonna do?

I mean, where's the drugs,
where's the antidote?

He told Dana he made
the deal already.

So we find Payton,
we find the antidote.

And that's exactly
what we're gonna do.

Uh, she's in the clear.

It's justifiable homicide,
only she doesn't know that.

So I think we'll take
her down, you know,

try and scare her
into giving up anything
she might have on Keneally.

She's not involved.

Yeah, right,
and I'm Ronald Reagan.

Let me tell you what
you're gonna do.

You're gonna let her walk
out of here right now,

and then you're gonna put every
resource available to you

to helping us
find Alex Payton...

right now.

Be happy to.

Just as soon as somebody
tells me who the hell he is.

Get out of here.

Go on, beat it.

KATZ: Come on,
let's go.

You're free to go.

Dana, I'm sorry.
I...

I was coming here to...
to tell you all this

when this happened.

You ever read a book?

I read books.

The only thing I lied
to you about was my job.

Can't we just start over?

I kind of got a lot
on my mind right now.

Can I... can I call
you sometime?

I don't think so, Nash.

It's your real
name, right? Nash?

(phone ringing)

(sighs)

Yeah.

Nash, we found Payton's hotel.

Uh, he's gonna be on
the Sunset Limited

out of Jack London station
in Oakland,

leaving in 15 minutes.

BRIDGES (over phone):
On our way.

(tires squealing)

BRIDGES:
All right, spread out.

Let's find this guy.

Evan, Bryn, hit the inside.

Harv, take two uniforms and
check that end of the station.

Joe, I got him.

Grab that side.

Payton!

That's it.

Put the bag down gently.

BRIDGES: And get on
your knees. Move!

(guns cocking)
KATZ: FBI! Freeze!

Put... the bag...
down... now.

Back off, Katz, I got this.

Bridges, this is
our case, remember.

You're helping us.

Whatever you do,
don't hit the bag.

KATZ: Get my drift?
PAYTON: Must be something
awfully valuable in this bag.

PAYTON: Huh?

That's not worth
anything to you.

Could it be...

...this?

(glass shattering)

(Payton laughing):
Or this?

Huh?

Hey, we can, uh...

We can, uh, still
work this out.

Oh, yeah, we're going to.

And you know how
it's gonna work?

You and the stooges
are gonna back up,

and y'all gonna let me walk
right on out of here.

Or I'll bust this whole bag!

I swear to God I'm gonna come
back and haunt you for this.

Now move.

Come on.

Move it.

Now pardon me.

I got a train to catch.

Come on now.

Then you're, uh, probably
gonna need your wallet.

(sighs)

(grunts)
Wow.

(short siren blast)

Now that you've got
the antidote, Inspector...

you're as
good as new.

Thanks, Doc.

Yeah, thanks, Doc.
We'll see ya.

Hi, everybody,
this is Geraldo Rivera

with the exclusive, secret story

of how a biological apocalypse

nearly swept the city
of San Francisco.

This is the story
of a deadly virus on the loose,

and of a lone, heroic FBI agent

who stopped that virus
dead in its tracks.

That agent, David Katz, joins me
now to share his amazing tale.

David.
Thanks, Geraldo.

That means a lot
coming from you.

It all started when
I was a small boy.

KATZ: My father used to...
BRIDGES: Come on, we've got
a wedding to make.

That meathead.

(church organ playing)

DOMINGUEZ:
Hi, excuse me.

Excuse me.
BRIDGES:
Sorry.

Coming through.

Little old lady, coming through.
Thank you very much.

Wow! You look beautiful.

Thanks.

Hi, sweetie.

Everybody's been waiting.

Um, the cake?
What happened with the cake?

Oh. Third place.

Third place.

Well, that's good.

Yeah.

I won $50,000.

You won 50,000 bucks?

Yeah.

Whoa!

Maybe we ought a make
it a double wedding.

No, no.

No. Done that. Okay.

All right,
well.

Uh, where's your Dad?
I don't see him.

Yeah. Where's Nick?

We thought
he was with you.

(Charlotte sobbing)

(sighs)

This is good.

BRIDGES:
I'll have what
he's having.

Like a homing pigeon.

Didn't you single-handedly
keep this joint open

for a certain number
of years, Nick?

What the hell

are you all
dressed up for, son?

A wedding.

A wedding?

Mm-hmm.

God.

I didn't miss your wedding
today, did I, Nash?

Oh, hell.
My memory.

Did I miss your wedding?

(sighs)

No, you didn't.

I'm sorry, son.

She a nice girl?

As a matter of fact,

I met a... a very nice girl
yesterday.

I'm too old to be
getting married.

I realize that now.

I was married once.

I was 28 when she died.

She left three children
without a mother.

I didn't do the greatest job,

but... they didn't complain.

How can kids be so strong?

Come on, Dad.

Let's go home.

Don't worry, Nash.

We got each other.