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Nash: Taking a trip?
Caitlin: Yes, I am.
Caitlin: Out of town.
Nash: Yeah, I kinda got that part. Like, to where?
Caitlin: Well, I don't believe that's any of your business, really. (Nash laughs) Well, aren't you gonna walk me out?
Nash: Oh, yes. By all means, Ms. Cross. (they walk out of the SIU towards the parking lot)
Caitlin: So I suppose you're gonna tell me that since I didn't know about the Lieutenant governor and his girlfriend that I didn't win the bet, right?
Nash: I am not even going to give you the satisfaction of reacting to that.
Caitlin: Oh, well, good. So I did win then?
Nash: Alright, alright, alright. You won. Now where 'ya goin'?
Caitlin: I am going to my sister's wedding because I don't think she'll be able to survive my mother if I don't show up.
Nash (laughs): I get it. (Caitlin takes a bag from her car and puts it in the 'cuda) Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are 'ya doin'?
Caitlin: Our little wager. The bet, remember? I need a ride to the airport and you, sir, are gonna give it to me.
Nash: So you can have, oh, let's see, anything you want in the world and you want a ride to the airport.
Caitlin: Oh, what'd you think I was gonna ask for? A hunk-a-hunk of burning love?
Nash (sarcastically): Oh, yeah, baby, that's what I thought, alright.
Caitlin: Well, you just keep on dreamin' then, Bridges.
Nash: Ditto, sister. (starts his car) So how long you gonna be gone?
Caitlin: Long enough for you to miss me, and then I'll be back.
Nash: I'll count the days.
Caitlin: Hey, you can count?
Nash: You wanna walk? (Caitlin laughs)
Joe: How'd you figure this out?
Nash: Figure what out?
Joe: The thing with the Lieutenant governor and the other girl, man. Where'd that come from?
Nash (laughs): Bubba, once in a while, I really do get lucky.
Caitlin: I won, you know. Our little bet.
Nash: Ooh, not quite, Ms. Cross. It's not over yet.
Caitlin: Wait a minute. The bet wasn't that I would solve it, just that I would figure out what was goin' on.
Nash: Are you gloating, Ms. Cross?
Caitlin: Yeah, a little.
Nash: Alright. What do you want?
Caitlin: I haven't decided yet. It's gonna take me a little while to figure it out.
Nash: Well, just take your time. I know that you'll come up with something.
Nash (pulls up next to Caitlin): Hi, there. Coffee?
Nash: It's fresh. (holds a cup out to her) Well, kind of fresh. We just got it.
Caitlin: No thanks.
Joe: Ah, well. More for me.
Nash: So, uh, what's up?
Caitlin: What's up? What do you mean what's up?
Nash: Well, what's up. Like what I said. I mean, you've been following us since we left the SIU.
Caitlin: Oh, yeah, yeah, right. As if I have nothing better to do.
Nash: Well, we just wanted to check on 'ya, see if we could do anythin' for 'ya before that electric car of yours runs outta juice.
Caitlin: Oh, well, thank you. I'm fine. Watching you two chase your tails around doesn't use that much electricity. Really.
Nash (laughs): You can't stand it, can 'ya?
Caitlin: No. You see, you can't stand the fact that I'm gonna win our little bet.
Nash (laughs): You're not even close, sister.
Joe: If you were, you wouldn't be following us around.
Caitlin: Okay. You are involved in a clandestine investigation that involves the governor, his chief of staff, a motley bunch of second rate thugs and a very well known San Francisco madam named Annie Lindsey. Now, since I have yet to see the governor, I figure that he's disappeared and that you've been enlisted to find him. And I assume that this is politically sensitive, hence the secrecy, now that's just the board strokes. Shall I go on?
Joe (shakes his head, to Nash): I didn't tell her anything. (to Caitlin) Tell him I didn't tell you anything.
Caitlin: No, you didn't tell me. I also figure that the only reason you let Annie Lindsey run her business is because the occasional information she gives you is a lot more valuable than the satisfaction that you get of throwing her in jail. But, Nash, you see, that's the difference between you and me. But if I were you, and I was looking for the governor, I would start with her. See 'ya later. (drives off)
Joe: Well, I guess that means that you lost the bet.
Joe: What do you mean, 'nah'? She knows everything.
Nash: She knows what. She doesn't know who or why. And neither do we.
Nash: I have a solution for 'ya.
Joe: Oh, yeah. What?
Nash: Why don't you sell the project to the Bartons for the original 20 grand, you're out a grand and you can make that a tax deductible donation to the school.
Joe: That's a good idea. That's very good.
Nash: Thank you very much.
Caitlin: You know, you might as well tell me what's going on because I am this close to finding out anyway.
Joe: Well, if you're that close then I don't need to tell you then, do I?
Caitlin: You know, this woman... Julia Clark, is it? Is that right, huh? I bet if she had anything to do with the case you wouldn't tell me anyway, would 'ya?
Joe: Uh, no. I wouldn't.
Caitlin: Yeah, it figures. Your allegiance to Nash is that blind.
Joe (laughs): Compared to you? Look, I hate to be rude but I have to go, okay?
Caitlin: You know, it's really interesting, for two guys who aren't gay, you certainly have a close relationship.
Joe: Oh. I'm really flattered. See 'ya.
Caitlin: Okay, Joe, just one more thing, okay? Since you're closer to him than anybody else-- why is that, there's this, like, weird thing between him and I?
Joe: Better ask yourself that same question first, okay? Bye.
Julia: It was one day a week. I'm putting myself through law school.
Nash: Give me a break. Does every hooker and stripper in America use that line?
Evan: Harvey, let me ask you somethin'. You ever called an escort service?
Harvey: What for?
Evan: Come on, Harv. It hasn't been that long, has it?
Harvey (laughs): Why you have one that you wanna recommend?
Evan: No. But this girl in my building, right, she works for Annie Lindsey.
Harvey: No. Who?
Evan: You've met her. Carol, med student.
Harvey: No way.
Evan: Way. That's one of Lindsey's deals. You know, she hires these college girls, college escorts.
Harvey: How progressive. You tellin' me that you were involved with one of Annie's girls?
Evan: No, no. I mean, Cassidy-- I mean--
Harvey: No, no, no. I don't wanna know.
Joe: Uh, Julia Clark, we need to talk to her.
Nash: She does work for you, doesn't she?
Annie: That's not part of our arrangement, Nash.
Nash: Oh, no, no, no, no. Here's our arrangement. You give us information and in return I let you provide escort services and companionship for the lonely.
Annie: I give you information on clients, not my girls.
Nash: Ah, ah, ah. You can't change the rules in the middle of the game. Plus, I think that you're gonna wanna do this. Julia's in a tight spot.
Caitlin: Mm. Cell phone, huh? You know, you have a perfectly good telephone on your desk downstairs.
Nash (laughs): Yes, which you probably have bugged.
Caitlin: Hmm. You know, I thought of a little wager for our bet.
Nash: Oh, you did, did 'ya? (Caitlin nods) And that would be...?
Caitlin: Open ended. You win, and you get anything that you want. I win, I get anything that I want.
Nash: Hmm. The mind boggles.
Caitlin: You know, you might as well just tell me what's going on because I'm gonna find out anyway.
Caitlin: Aw, come on. It's what I do. I find things out.
Harvey: It raises all sorts of loyalty issues for me, Caitlin. I don't like to be in the middle of this, okay?
Caitlin: Fine. Why don't you just come on over to my side?
Harvey: Very enticing, but thanks all the same.
(On the phone)
Nash: Harv, Julia Clark. She goes to law school at Meyer Holt and lives in the Marina. Can you find her?
Harvey: Ah, as a matter of fact... (notices Caitlin behind him)
Nash: Uh, what about the governor's phone records and credit cards? Did you get 'em?
Harvey: Uh, yeah.
Nash: Ah, it's Caitlin. She's standing right there, isn't she?
Nash: Can you say anything other than yes?
Nash: Alright. Call me back when you got somethin'.
Joe: Oh, by the way, I gotta leave work early tonight. The Tufnil school is having it's annual auction and dinner.
Nash: Oh, now that sounds like a lot of fun.
Joe: Yeah, well, it's an important event in your goddaughter's educational experience here.
Nash: Uh huh. And how is that?
Joe: You know Paul Stevens? He owns that skyscraper on Sutro.
Joe: Well, he and his wife are going out of town and they want us to bid on an auction item for them.
Nash: Rut-roh. I smell a scheme.
Joe: Mm. Well, Paul Stevens is the head of the board of trustees at Bickford academy. That's the school that we want Lucia to go into next.
Nash: Wait, wait, wait. You buy the auction item, he owes you a favor, Lucia gets to go to Bickford when she's 12.
Joe: Hey, you're a smart feller.
Nash (laughs): No rust on me, baby.
Joe: You don't think that she's actually gonna find out, do 'ya?
Nash: Bubba, she's a hell of a lot better than anyone gives her credit for. But she's not better than me.
Joe: Meaning what?
Nash: Meaning that we're already into something and I don't like it.
Joe: Mm. Wexler?
Nash: Yeah. It smells like a grab for power except that it's too obvious of a move for him. Somethin' else is gotta be goin' on.
Joe: Yeah, well, look on the bright side, if we can't figure it out, maybe Caitlin can. (Nash laughs)
Caitlin: What was that little pow-wow about?
Nash: What pow-wow?
Caitlin: Come on, you guys couldn't do a worse job of concealing that you're trying to cover up something.
Joe: Maybe we're up to nothing. You know, maybe we're just pretending to be up to something just to throw you off the trail.
Caitlin: Yeah, that's funny. Come on. Come on. What? You're really not gonna tell me?
Caitlin: Oh, good. So you are gonna tell me.
Caitlin: As if I couldn't find out. (Joe smirks) What-- What was that? Was that a snicker, Joe? You snickerin' at me?
Nash (laughs): No, that was a 'Take your best shot, Ms. Cross.'
Caitlin: Oh, you sure you wanna make that challenge?
Nash: Ms. Cross, whatever blows your skirt up. You take your best shot, I'll take mine and I'll see 'ya on the other side.
(Ronnie picks up Tiny to take him to his cell)
Tiny: I ain't goin' this is cruel and unusual!
Nash: Only if he drops you.
Tiny: This is degrading, it's demeaning, it's facious, and it's unsanitary.
Nash: Shut up! You violated my number one 'cuda rule, no puking! Now scrub.
Jim: The governor, he's missing.
Joe: What do you mean 'missing'? He's been kidnapped?
Jim: No, he's being blackmailed and he's gone underground somewhere in San Francisco. I need you to find him quietly, quickly, and confidentially. Now will you do it?
Nash: Hell, I didn't even vote for him.
Tiny: No way, I can't ride back here. I get car sick.
Nash: Well, then you shoulda run. That way, I coulda shot 'ya and you wouldn't have to ride.
Tiny: Listen, man. I'm tellin' 'ya I'm gonna lose it back here, I get car sick.
Nash: We're not even movin' yet.
Nash: Tiny, you're depriving some village, somewhere, of its rightful idiot.
(Big Tiny pukes in Nash's car)
Nash: Don't pay any attention to him, he's about to die in a minute. He puked in my car.
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