Nash Bridges s02e03 Episode Script

* * (moaning): Oh, God, Nash, I think I'm in love.
Who is it, Miss April? January.
I keep all the back issues.
Let me see.
Martha Stewart's Living.
Last night I dreamed that she and I were baking up these caramelized pecan truffles in the nude, of course.
Does, uh, Bonnie know about this? Bonnie was in the dream, man.
She was heatin' up the caramel.
(chuckles) Hi, Joe.
Hey, Cass.
Hi, Daddy.
Hi, honey, what're you doing here? We need to talk.
(footsteps approaching) CASSIDY: She's at it again, Dad.
She says we're moving.
Oh, no.
Not again.
Where to this time? Baltimore.
Baltimore? Her friend Suzy is opening up some stupid hotel and she wants Mom to be in charge of all the food.
How serious is she? That's the thing, Dad.
She's dead serious this time.
Well, don't worry about it.
I'll talk to her.
We'll, we'll get this worked out.
You know how this goes.
Okay.
(groans) Base, this is Prison Transport.
(gunshots) (men shouting) Cole! It's no use, it's reinforced steel, sir.
How do you feel about a little drive? Pretty damn excited.
Let's go.
Free him.
Free him and free him.
The rest of you belong behind bars.
That's for the toothpaste incident, Lou.
(shouting continues) * * (woman singing soulfully) (soulful singing continues) DOMINGUEZ: Hey, relax.
You got through that time when Lisa was gonna work on that boat in the Caribbean, then there was that catering gig in Seattle.
What was the one before that? That would be the Mexican restaurant in Kauai.
Yeah, the Mexican restaurant in Kauai.
(chuckles) Well, Baltimore, I don't think so.
I don't know, Cassidy says she's pretty serious about it.
SHIMAMURA: The bus was transporting prisoners from San Quentin to their court dates here in the city.
Five are unaccounted for: two tandem, one single.
DOMINGUEZ: Yeah, two pair shackled together should be easy to spot.
(laughs): In this town? I wouldn't count on it, bubba.
SHIMAMURA: Here, take a look.
What's this? That looks like what, an old-timers baseball game.
Look at this, Joe, we get to see some of our old favorites.
Oh, man, Vincent Mulroy.
Particularly him.
This has got his handiwork written all over it.
DOMINGUEZ: The siege of a bus in downtown San Francisco, broad daylight, I'd think so.
Refresh my memory on the Vincent Mulroy case.
Vincent killed an IRS revenue agent.
His wife and daughter got put in the witness protection program after she turned state's evidence.
Nash convinced her to turn state's evidence after that Vincent swore revenge on him.
So he doesn't like you much, huh? Not as much as you do, A.
J.
Hot off the presses, photos and rap sheets on the five outstanding.
Oh, look at this.
Remember Tracy Arnot-- the mad butcher of North Beach? Check that out.
Yeah.
Who was Vincent hooked to? Luscious-- I didn't make up this name, I swear.
Luscious Moncrief.
Who his handlers call The Bad-Ass of Bay View.
Oh, he doesn't look so bad.
Looks like just a terrible driver's license photo.
All right, let's assume they had a hacksaw and Luscious has gone his own way.
Hit Bay View, see if he's reconnected with some of his old buddies before he leaves town.
I'll be right back.
What's he doing? DOMINGUEZ: Ah, he went to get a double latte.
How should I know, A.
J.
? I'm not his personal psychic.
Look at what I found.
DOMINGUEZ: Hey make that four still at large.
BRIDGES: You gentlemen remember Mr.
Arnot, don't you? I was going to pay for the pie.
Oh, sure you were, sweetheart.
Who's Arnot? Oh, he was a gourmet chef at one of our better restaurants here in San Francisco.
That is, until he hacked up the owner with a meat cleaver, wasn't it? It was a mistake.
I meant to use a boning knife.
Oh, excuse me, a boning knife.
Tracy, who broke, uh, Vincent Mulroy out? Oh, you want me to snitch? Yeah.
You know the code.
(laughs) You guys have such high moral values, you know.
If there was just more felons on the streets we'd have so much less crime.
You know what, Tracy, let's arrange an express ride for you back to San Q, all right? You know what? I got a better idea.
Take him down to the SIU.
I think he'll help us if properly motivated.
Hey, what happened to that pie? LUSCIOUS: Hey, let me get one of those.
(sighs) Damn, I missed this.
Taste of freedom, my friend.
Cut him loose.
Why bother, sir? 'Cause we're patriots, we're not murderers.
Besides, Luscious was always respectful to me, even in that hellhole.
Do it.
Yeah, do it.
So where y'all headed? The border, what? Don't tell him anything, sir.
(mocking voice): Don't tell him anything, sir.
Why don't you just mind your own business and get to drilling there, skippy.
VINCENT: I have no intention of leaving my country.
(drill whirring) My personal freedom means nothing when the government has enslaved an entire nation.
I may have escaped being a political prisoner, but the country itself is still held hostage.
Oh, you for real, huh? I thought you killed an IRS agent.
(laughs) The victors write the history.
Washington would've been considered a terrorist if the British had won.
Yeah, that's a profound thought, brother.
Hey, wait a minute.
Y'all need any guns or any ammo? Anything like that, I could hook you up.
How's that? My mama's a gun dealer.
VINCENT: Well, we could always use more guns.
In that case give me that pen there, Mr.
Clean.
Here's the number and the address.
Give me a call if you're in the market.
Thank you, Luscious, my friend.
Here, if you need anything, anytime, here's my cell phone number.
Why, thanks.
Maybe I will.
Um, this next corner'll be just fine.
All right.
Tell Murphy to pull over.
Yeah, Murphy, pull over! Well, brothers, I'll, uh, see y'all later.
If you need a governor for Mississippi, keep a brother in mind.
Are you sure you won't join us? This food is great.
It's from Le Coco Tres.
It's only the best restaurant in tow-- Oh, that's right, you've been up the river awhile.
You know how long it'd take you to get a reservation there? Gee, I'd say about 15 to 20 years.
That is, if you don't want a window table.
I want my lawyer.
For what? Inviting you to lunch? What's this, the duck? No, I think, Joe, that would be the braised venison in wild cherry sauce.
Mmm! Looks good! Mm-hmm.
What do we got here? Ah, look at this.
This the lobster in lime beurre blanc sauce with asparagus and, um Why, it looks like chanterelles.
I'll take that.
BRIDGES: Mmm! So, no? Oh, here you go.
Fine.
Okay.
Well, then, uh try that one-- here.
Go ahead, go ahead, eat.
What is that? Is that a relleno? Um, why, yes, Tracy.
That would be the Peruvian lamb carnitas taco with a, uh, with a duck relleno and, um the poblano chile salsa, I believe.
I don't even know what that is.
Hey, if you don't want it, I'll take it.
No, no.
Tasty.
Well, I'm glad you're enjoying it.
Okay.
Okay what? What do you want to know? Who busted Vincent Mulroy out? Lobster.
Yeah.
Desmond Cole.
He's the field commander of the New Federalists Army.
It's Vincent's group-- anti-government militia.
(snaps fingers) You-- pass me that venison.
(dreamily): Oh And the way they planned it, they used Cole's girlfriend to pass information back and forth.
She posed as Vincent's wife for conjugal visits.
Mm.
Kinky.
Her name is Sophia Kidwell.
Nice girl.
Not exactly a bright light bulb, but a sweetheart.
She lives at 1233 Wagner Street.
Dang, man! That's incredible.
How do you know all that stuff? I make it my business.
In the house, information is power.
COLE: All right, everybody, gather round and listen up! First off, my wife and daughter in the witness protection program.
Beer, sir? No.
My wife can rot in Hell, for all I care (men laughing, agreeing) but I want my daughter because once I have her, the government has no leverage on me.
Then, after that, it's just choices.
The IRS field office, the San Francisco branch of the Federal Reserve, Westbank Naval Headquarters, all kinds of useless government crap that needs to be dealt with-- take your pick.
Sir, first things being first, how do we crack the witness protection program? Oh so you don't want to take on the U.
S.
Marshals Service? (chuckles) I'll do whatever's necessary, sir.
Good, but it won't be necessary.
We can get that information a lot easier from another source.
Here's the location of a man named Tristan Bodine.
He'll know exactly where my daughter is.
Roberts, McGhee, I want you to find Tristan Bodine, I want you to bring him here for questioning.
Whatever it takes.
(knocking) Aw, damn, I spilled some béarnaise sauce on my tie.
Slob.
Yes? Inspectors Bridges and Dominguez.
We'd like to have a word with you.
Yes? I think you know what it's about.
Oh, yes.
Come in.
Wipe.
Wipe.
(door closes) Please have a seat.
I'll be right with you.
Uh, well Sit.
Okay.
Ah Okay (jaunty music playing) Thank you for coming to the demonstration.
Welcome to the wonderful world of America 100.
That's right, this product has well over 100 uses.
Incredible, isn't it? You'll wonder how you got along without it.
(whistles "cuckoo") It's a laundry detergent, a carpet cleaner, a wall washer, a concrete sealant, and you can use it both as an insect repellant and as a sunscreen with SPF of 40.
It's an oil for your hair as well as your body-- Mmm, soft-- and it will not kill pets over 70 pounds.
Uh excuse me.
I don't think you understand.
We're here about Desmond Cole.
Yes? We want to talk to him.
About Vincent Mulroy? Yes? We're, uh, police officers.
Remember? SFPD.
Um, do you want to buy some America 100? No, not really.
Unless it can get out béarnaise sauce.
Oh, yes, yes.
Mm.
Okay.
Are you sure? Yes.
It's just wet now.
Do you know where we might find Desmond Cole? No, but I can tell you his plan.
How many bottles would you like to buy? No, no, no, we, we don't want any bottles.
W-We'll buy a bottle.
Um, just can we hear this plan now? Well, he's going to take over the United States government.
Uh-huh.
Want to be a little more specific? More specific? Um, well, the first thing they're going to do is hunt down this guy named Tristan Bodine.
He slept with Vincent's wife.
Well, we lucked out.
Oh, yeah, that was one of the luckiest days I've ever had.
One bottle of that is all I'm responsible for.
The rest is yours.
Hey, man, she wasn't going to give up all that information for just one bottle.
How do you know? You were all over that.
Well, she sold it to us for wholesale, man.
Besides, there's a list of over 30 cleaning products it replaces.
I can use it at the bar.
Hey, don't you spill any of that in this car.
(door bell jangling) (knocking on desk) Hello.
Hi.
Can I help you find something? Looking for Tristan Bodine.
I'm Tristan Bodine.
SFPD.
Vincent Mulroy broke out of prison this morning.
Oh, my God.
Uh, why would he be looking for you? Uh, I was friends with his ex-wife.
Friends? Yeah, we were, uh very good friends.
Do you mean, like, excellent friends? Joe, get down! (screaming, gunfire) You got to help me.
You got to help us.
He's obsessed with getting his daughter Riley back.
That's the bottom line.
He used to write me these letters from prison-- these long, discursive letters, threatening me if I didn't give up her location.
Do you have any idea where she is? (Tristan laughs) That's the irony; I don't.
I have no idea.
The Marshals Service completely shut me out.
Is there, uh, anybody else he might be targeting? There are a few family members here in town, but as far as I know, they haven't been in contact with her either.
You wouldn't happen to have their names, would you? (chuckling): I could make you a list.
Do that, please.
It's Riley.
That's who he really wants, and, uh he'll do whatever it takes.
Well, Oakland PD just got two more conveniently chained together, so we're down to two bad boys-- Luscious and Vincent.
Here, here's a list of Vincent's daughter's relatives in the Bay Area.
Put patrol units on each and every one of them.
Uh-huh-- oh, I suppose you'd better take a peek at your desk there, Nash.
The circled item.
What? "For immediate sale, perfect two-bedroom for small, loving family.
" What does that mean, only one bathroom? Son of a bitch.
She's selling the house.
(mumbling) Shoot.
Lisa.
Hi, I'm Sandy with Hey, you're not Lisa.
L-Lisa, there's a for sale sign up out front there.
Sandy just put it up.
Oh, well, that's nice.
Uh, were you going to talk to me about this sometime or, or maybe just send me a postcard from somewhere? I haven't sold the house.
I'm just getting a feeling for the market.
Well, I'm getting a feeling, too, and it's in the pit of my stomach, and I don't like it.
Excuse me, sir.
You'd better not stand around here making a scene when my clients and brokers start showing up.
Butt out, sister.
It's okay, Sandy, they'll know he doesn't go with the house.
Fine, I'm going to go check my cookies in the oven.
That's a good idea.
Right now.
Now, when you were moving to Hawaii and the Caribbean, you didn't put the house on the market those times.
No, I didn't.
Hi, we're Todd and Whitney.
Oh, hi, I'm Sandy.
What exactly do you want, Nash? (chuckling): Welcome.
But aren't you already a bit late for your appointment? I mean, the house has already sold.
Sorry.
I don't understand.
No, we're right on time, and I thought you were a woman.
Me? Yeah.
(chuckling): A woman? So what do you want to discuss? I want to discuss about how serious you are about leaving.
You want that on a one-to-ten scale? Well, all right.
Eight.
No, maybe nine.
Nine? No.
No, no, no-- can't be nine.
Nine, that's too serious.
Well, are they the buyers or the sellers? Yeah, well, look, if you're having trouble dealing with a man, maybe you shouldn't be talking to me.
I mean, maybe you should find yourself another realtor.
Don't you be patronizing to me.
Please don't talk to me about patronizing.
I'm just trying to have a discussion here.
You've been patronizing I'm supposed to see my daughter.
Do you have any credentials? Anything that says that you're a real estate agent? What do you want to see my birthmark or something? You can't do this, Lisa.
Oh it's a free country.
And the latest California Supreme Court ruling says yes I can.
Oh, court, is that what you want to do? Is that where you want to go? I don't want to, but I will do it if I have to.
Look, I'm a lawyer, she's a lawyer, he's a lawyer.
They're just gonna sue each other.
If you want to jump in the middle of this, be my guest.
Come on, Joe, we're leaving.
Fine, we're leaving, too.
Okay, see you.
I'm not sticking around here.
I don't believe it.
She's really gonna do it, man.
Well, look at it this way: one of your ex-wives is leaving town and your life was way too complicated as it was, so now it's less complicated.
Huh, funny, it don't feel that way.
I need a new strategy with Lisa.
Try crying.
Always works on Inger.
Hi, honey.
Hi, Daddy, I'm back.
What's up? I want to live with you.
Please don't say no, Daddy, because I've thought about this really hard and it could work.
Now I know that you get home late sometimes, and you might not be able to make dinner, but I can fix myself dinner, and, you know, next year I'm gonna be in the drama club, and I'll be home late anyway, so it could really work.
Sweetheart, I don't know.
I work weekends.
I work nights.
My hours are all over the place, you know that.
That's one of the reasons I'm not married to your mother.
So the answer's no then? Cassidy, honey, I love you and I'd love to have you live with me, but you need a parent with you.
You need someone to be there with you.
Fine, Daddy.
Um, no problem.
Cass Good-bye Daddy.
Cassidy? Daddy, it's okay.
Nash, man one of your CIs is on line two.
He says it's urgent, he'll only talk to you.
All right.
Yeah? Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
All right.
All right, thanks.
Yeah, thanks, man.
You all right, man? Yeah, I'm all right.
Um, that was Joey T from Bay View.
He's got a line on Luscious Moncrief.
Let's go.
Yo! Where's my mama? Mama! Is that really you, son? (laughing) Oh! Praise the Lord.
Thank you! How come you didn't tell me you were paroled? Well, actually, Mama, I wasn't.
I got kidnapped by this wild bunch of militia dudes.
And it was scary.
Oh, you poor baby.
Let me fix you something to eat.
(both laughing) (knocking at door) That's them.
Vincent? Luscious, my friend.
We come bearing money.
Uzis, straight from Israel.
Got a dealer in Tel Aviv, so there's no middleman.
(click) How many do you have? My inventory on the Uzi at the moment is 19.
Very good.
I'll take them all.
Music to my ears.
I doubt that.
We won't be paying.
Man, you're pointing a gun at my mama, man? Here, take 'em.
Take 'em all.
I even got an auto shotgun.
Get down! (shots thundering) (bodies thud) Find all the ammo and guns you can and let's get the hell out of here.
Yes, sir.
Well, this couldn't have happened more than a half hour ago.
Check it out.
What do you make of that? Dial it up, find out.
My sentiments exactly.
(phone ringing) Who is this? Vincent, we're not far behind you.
Well, not close enough.
Oh, great, give me your address and I'll send you a medal.
(Vincent laughing) Nash, you're something.
I've missed you, man.
I hope we hook up.
I've got a whole new arsenal of weapons, and I just can't wait to use my new toys.
Yeah you got guns, but you got nobody to shoot 'em.
(bridge alarm bell ringing) BRIDGES: What do you call acceptable loses? Two here, two there? You know, if I was your troops, I'd be, uh, starting to question the commander-in-chief.
Yeah, you think so? You're next.
I'll see you soon, Nash.
Not if I see you first.
Joe, he's at the Third Street Bridge.
I could hear the bridge alarm clear as hell.
Roll patrol units, and get dispatch to call the bridge.
Tell them to keep that bridge up.
JOE: This is Five George 31.
Give me the Third Street Bridge.
(tires squealing) Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell are you doing? I'm sealing your dash, man.
No, no, no, no, you're not.
Stop that.
Hey, this lasts seven years.
Stop that! And throw that crap away.
I can't.
It says here: "Highly flammable.
Qualifies as toxic waste," man.
I'll get fined.
You could get dead.
I care about the environment.
(phone ringing) Yeah? (Klaxon buzzing, bell clanging) Where's the boat? It's up the channel, sir.
It already went through.
Look, the bridge is coming down now, sir.
It's the bridge.
They say they got to release traffic.
The hell you say.
You tell them to keep that bridge up.
No, no, no, look, you got to keep the bridge up.
We're almost there.
(bell ringing) Pull out.
What? Just do it.
Do it now-- get over the bridge.
The bridge isn't all the way down, sir.
I don't care! Do it! Go now! Yes, sir.
(tires screeching) (horn honking) Nash, no Oh, my God, we're gonna die, we're gonna die! NASH: Damn it.
(Cole whooping) Damn, what a rush! Man, I could feel my heart beating.
How did you know that, son? They're smarter than I thought.
(sirens wailing) Slow down.
Be cool.
Drive slow.
Yes, sir.
(bell clanging, Klaxon buzzing) Son of a bitch.
(sighs) Well, tell them they can put the bridge back down.
(knocking) (sighing): What now? Can I talk to Cassidy? Mm-hmm.
She's up in her room sulking.
Would you know anything about that? I might.
(knock at door) What? Cassidy? Honey, it's me.
CASSIDY: I don't want to talk to you.
What's going on? Cassidy came to see me.
She said she wanted to stay in San Francisco and live with me.
What did you say? I said no.
I couldn't do it.
You know, in a year and a half, she'll be 18.
She can do whatever she wants, come back here for college, whatever.
Cassidy? Honey, I I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but I do think that there are a lot of things that you can learn living in new places.
I don't care, Daddy, I'm not going.
Am I the first person in America to move? Has no one else ever relocated? I thought perhaps you actually cared about my life, Mom.
Oh, wait a minute.
Did you ever stop to think that Baltimore might be cool, that you are smart and not exactly unattractive and that you might make new friends there? You know what, I don't consider my friends to be interchangeable or something you pick up in a new place, like hotel shampoo.
Oh, please.
Look, could you please just go? Both of you, can you just leave me alone, please? Lisa, what am I missing here? I mean, damn, I thought we've been doing pretty good.
I thought we've I thought we've been, like, you know, making it Yeah, that's exactly the problem.
As long as life goes on like this, I can't escape the Nash vortex.
I need to move on with my life, and with you here, I can't.
And you're not leaving, so I've got to go someplace else.
I'm sorry, Lise.
Damn, I've never meant to stand in your way.
It's not about you, Nash.
It's about me.
I'll see you.
Mom I'm done arguing for the day.
I gotta go to work.
Uh, can you get the door, please? There's food for your dinner in the fridge, and even though you are totally impossible, I do love you.
I love you, too.
Bye.
Bye.
(rock music blaring over headphones) (dog barking in distance) * * (clanking in distance) (gasps) (grunts) Let me go! Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Don't be afraid.
You're not going to be hurt.
You're only a prisoner of war.
If this messes up, homes, I'm gonna dock you for a pair of boots.
Hey, man, relax.
Look, not only will this stuff shine these boots up, it'll waterproof 'em and give you a hard finish like a steel-toed boot.
Yeah, so how much? Well, generally it's 39 bucks, but for you, A.
J.
, 25.
Easy.
Hey, man, I think you can make more money in blackmail with a photo of this little scene.
Exactly.
Someday I want to make chief.
Check this out.
Vincent got away from us at the Third Street Bridge, but we tracked his cell phone calls.
Vincent's first call came from this cell.
And the second one came while he was on the road, but he was driving in the direction SHIMAMURA: Right.
that leads to the same cell.
Well, it gets even better, because the phone company was able to track which side of the cell antennae the call came from.
So he's in this wedge, here, you see? It's about two square miles, but he's in there somewhere.
How do we narrow it down? WOMAN: Inspector Bridges, this just arrived from upstairs for you-- marked "urgent.
" Oh, thank you.
We got a special radio tracking device coming from L.
A.
It should be able to pinpoint him exactly, but we don't get it till tomorrow.
DOMINGUEZ: Do you want a building- to-building search? No.
If he sees cops, he's liable to do something.
Disappear or worse.
We need to we need to have more of an advantage.
Hey, man, we're gonna find her, all right? (phone rings) Nash.
You know, Nash, I remember this one day, seven years ago Is it him? exactly one week before you caught me.
Hey, hey, run the trace.
I took Riley ice-skating, up in Tahoe, at the Olympic rink.
We rented some skates, we held hands.
God, she was a great skater.
Backwards and forwards, all around me-- all the while smiling this, this great smile.
It was magical.
Then afterwards I dropped her off with her mother.
And that was the last time I ever saw her.
That's a nice story.
I think you know how I feel.
BRIDGES: Vincent let me tell you something.
If anything happens to my daughter, I will put down my badge and I will kill you.
Well, that's an appropriate sentiment.
So let's get down to business.
Your daughter for my daughter.
I can't get your daughter.
Then you better figure out how! This is how I see it, Nash.
There's no place in America they could have relocated her and her mother that's more than 24 hours from San Francisco.
You get Riley here, in the city, by 5:00 p.
m.
tomorrow.
You overestimate the efficiency of this government that, uh, you so badly want to overthrow.
You'll do it.
Put her in a van at 5:00 p.
m.
, ready to move.
I'll call you on the cell phone with further instructions.
Do the trade straight, Nash, or your daughter is a goner.
(sighing heavily) I've gotta go tell Lisa.
* There's nothing left for us, and we should say good-bye * * But I believe that where we've been * * Has made us strong enough for one more try * * I'm not giving up without a fight * * I don't want to go on * * If I have to go on without you in my life * * I'll do whatever it takes to keep our love alive * Walski, you and Jenkins make the pickup of Riley at Third and LaConte at 17:35.
Drive to the Oakland General Aviation Field and then call me and I'll tell you how to lose whoever's tailing you.
Good morning.
I'm gonna take your gag off, okay? Now don't scream.
Nobody around to hear you anyway.
(clears throat) How you doing? Are you hungry? Do you want some breakfast? The guys are fixing some bacon and eggs.
We've got cereal, milk, anything you want.
No, thanks.
I just need to use the bathroom.
Okay.
No problem.
You know, you remind me of my daughter.
Her name's Riley.
She's younger than you, but very similar.
Yeah? Well, I'm guessing.
I haven't even seen a picture of her in over seven years.
That must be hard.
You can't imagine.
Well, it's all yours.
(grunts) (grunting) Nice try.
I admire your spirit, but I'm afraid you just lost your privileges.
Come on.
(grunting) From now on, tie her legs up, too.
Yes, sir.
Stand up and walk! How did your meeting with the marshals go? They contacted Mulroy's wife.
She and the daughter won't come.
After you saved her life? How bogus is that? She's scared, man.
I don't blame her.
How's Lisa? She's with Joe's wife Inger.
She's holding up.
Well, we got the switching data from Vincent's last call, Nash.
It's coming from the same cell, same antenna, same wedge of the pie and everything.
One damn thing's for sure.
We gotta find Vincent before the deadline.
That tracking device come from L.
A.
yet? Yeah, it just got here.
Our one advantage is that during the exchange, he won't be on the move with Cassidy.
He can't be.
It's too risky.
Too many variables.
That's when we track him.
And we only get one try.
It's five after 5:00.
He's late.
This is Mary Souther, Jenny Cornell from the Southern Precinct.
They volunteered to double for Sara and Riley Mulroy.
I appreciate it.
JENNY: It's okay.
(phone rings) Nash.
VINCENT: You ready, Nash? Hell, yeah, we're ready.
Let me talk to my daughter.
I'm not in the same location as the van.
Well, patch her through.
Well, I appreciate you thinking we have unlimited technology, but that can't be done on this phone.
You'll talk to her when you see her.
Nash, you try anything, the blood of your daughter will be on your hands.
Are we doing this or not? The van drives to the overpass at 19th and Pennsylvania, stops there and waits for my next call.
I'll be watching.
Harve? Same cell.
Starting to track it now.
They can isolate it down towards Army and Third.
Okay, yeah.
Keep him on the phone next time as long as you can, and we'll get him on the next call.
Here's your radio.
Harve will be in touch.
Thanks, A.
J.
Keep the cavalry back.
I want it to be just me and Joe.
First checkpoint is the overpass at 19th and Pennsylvania.
Everybody move.
(tires squealing) Okay, Vincent, what's next? VINCENT: All right Nash, listen up.
At exactly 17:20, the van drives straight down to Third, travels east on Third at exactly 30 miles per hour, staying in the right-hand lane.
You can stop at red lights, and that's all.
No tricks.
You proceed to Third and LaConte, and the next call comes there.
Okay, Vince, just so we, uh, we're sure we got our times right, what are you showing on your watch? Get your own time.
All right.
The van'll leave at 5:20 p.
m.
, phone company time.
Talk to me, Harve.
LEEK: Perfect.
We got him.
He's at the warehouses at the very end of the Islas Creek Channel.
All right, we're on our way.
And you make sure everybody stays back.
It's just me and Joe.
* * Front or back? I'll take the back.
Good luck.
One hundred and one now.
Cole? COLE: Sir! Prepare to move out.
You're coming with me.
The others will stay and guard the girl.
Where are we going, sir? We're gonna run their flank.
If my guess is right, they're scrambling right now to get to Third and LaConte.
I get it.
In about five minutes, that van is going to pass by about a mile from here on its way to the next checkpoint, and you know what? I don't think they're gonna make it.
COLE: Yes, sir! * * (flames whoosh, explosion thunders) What was that? Find out! Go! Go! Yes, sir.
Let's go with me! Let's go-- up and around! Freeze! Put 'em down right there! Put 'em down! DOMINGUEZ: Freeze! Freeze! Drop 'em, right now, drop 'em.
Go ahead, drop 'em.
Go ahead, man.
Get your hands up.
Get over there.
Over there.
Come on, move! In the water.
In the water! Form is optional.
Your daddy just made a big mistake.
You don't move, don't talk, or I'll shoot you.
(whimpers quietly) Okay, Nash! You put on a nice show, but where are you? What's the problem? Where's my daughter? Where are you? You lied to me, Nash.
Hello, sweetheart.
Are you scared? I'll bet you are.
She's gonna die, Nash.
You trust Daddy, don't you? That's good.
You best be talking to me, Nash.
Remember what we were talking about with your mother? Well, I think you should do what your mom wants you to do.
(mouthing) (yells) (four gunshots) Are you okay? (crying) You all right, sweetheart? (sobbing): I love you, Daddy.
I love you.
(sobbing) All right You're all right.
I love you, Daddy.
You're okay.
I love you, too, sugar.
Okay.
Oh, God.
* If we should say good-bye * It's all right.
I got one down over here.
Over here Let's go! * But I believe that where we've been * (officers shouting) Got it.
Right there.
* Has made us strong enough for one more try * * I'm not giving up without a fight * Mmm! Smells good.
* I don't want to go on * * If I have to go on * Yes? * Without you in my life * * I'll do whatever it takes * It's not just about Cassidy leaving.
It's about you, too.
* I don't want to go on, if I have to go on * I don't want you to go.
I would miss you too much.
* Without you in my life * * I'll do whatever it takes to keep our love alive * I'll give it some thought.
* I don't want to hold on * You will? Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
* If I have to hold on to memories every night * * I'll do whatever it takes * * To keep our love alive.
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