PPsychiatrist
What is your relationship like with the people that work for you?
PPsychiatrist
No problems?
We have our issues, but we generally work through them. I respect them and I think they respect me.
PPsychiatrist
You were involved in a shooting yesterday. You killed a man.
I killed a man, yes. I also saved another man's life.
PPsychiatrist
Do you want to talk about it?
PPsychiatrist
You tell me.
[sighs] Tommy Luck was a bad man, and his children will no longer have a father. And I did that. [pause] Like I said, he was a bad man. Then I went home to my father, and that's a whole other story.
PPsychiatrist
Your father lives with you?
Yeah, he's great. [starts laughing, remembering] He's got this uh, this pinball machine, and he woke me up about 3:30 in the morning the other day playing the damn thing. What a pain in the ass! [pause] At the time. But I look back on it now and it's a fond memory.
PPsychiatrist
Did you tell your father what happened to you yesterday?
Nah, I spare him the details. [pauses, looks at therapist] ...what?
PPsychiatrist
I get the feeling that you show a lot of concern for other people's feelings, but you haven't told me yet how you feel. How do you feel? [long pause] Can you tell me how you feel, Inspector?
[Nash's smile fades, he looks away and eventually looks back, eyes filled with tears]
So, ah, you're gonna let Cassidy drive the 'Cuda?
Yeah, but I never get to drive the car. A wonder how that all fits together, doesn't it?
You know, you, your car, your whole attitude towards the Dominguez clan.
What are you getting mad about?
Well, you hurt my feelings, all right? I mean, you may not realize it, but J.J. is actually a very decent upstanding young man. You know, God just played a trick on me and put him in a slacker's body.
Hey man, looks are very deceiving, you know? I mean, check it out: if Ingrid sized me up on looks alone, would she have married me?
All right, look, I'm going to be honest with you: you know I love J.J., I've always loved that kid. Cassidy, you know Cassidy - she's tough, man; she'll eat J.J. up and spit him out. I'm not going to do that to him. Or to you. I'm serious, man. I'm sorry if I hurt you feelings. I didn't mean to, you know that.
San Francisco, damn it's good to be home, isn't it, bubba?
Shhh, yeah, but next time you ask me to go for a ride through the country, forget it.
What do you mean, you didn't like the fresh air?
Hey, I love the fresh air; it was the bullets flying through the fresh air I didn't dig.
[as they sit in the dark in the hole in prison] Harvey?
Hey, Joe. We gotta get out of here.
No kidding. One little problem: it's a maximum security prison, remember?
I'm claustrophobic, remember?
Hey, don't worry, they'll come back. They got to come back to kill us.
