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Defendant Norman carried a gun.

Since now.

I'm not going to jail, Brickett.

Norman, I hear you.

But look, here's the deal.

If you'd have done your job better, we wouldn't have caught you.

But now that we did, we've got to take you in.

Just go away.

Son of a bitch. He's just bad enough to actually hit somebody.

So, you guys, it's totally true. I talked to Emily Paulson, who's not in

Apparently Sharon was just walking around the line. She's got like zero

She's got a tattoo?

Yeah, it's in the front. It's way down low. It's a butterfly.

No way.

Do you know what a piece like this would cost you in a store, son, if you could

buy one? Sorry, dude. I only got 400.

Sorry, dude.

400.

I'll tell you what.

You can owe it to me.

All right? But if you don't pay up, I know where you live.

Man, don't point that thing at me.

Relax, all right? I love it. Just because Sharon Goldmer gets a tattoo

mean that you guys don't get one.

I thought it was loaded.

Nobody says anything, all right?

Get out of here. Go, go.

What?

Which one?

I'm on my way.

Cassidy's been shot.

it hit her here, the gluteus maximus, which is the largest muscle in the

buttocks. And it stopped just short of the femur here.

And it was a little tricky getting it out.

Now, if it had hit her here, it would have pierced her coccyx, caused nerve

damage, and possible paralysis.

Your daughter was lucky today.

She was very lucky.

Hi, Mom.

Hi,

Daddy.

Martin or Lewis?

Which one are you, Martin or Lewis?

Thank you very much.

Okay.

I got to go now. Hey, listen, you remember what we talked about, okay?

a good boy. All right, help your mom.

How's she doing?

She's sore and scared.

The doctor said she's going to be all right.

Anything I can do?

You're doing it, brother.

I'm going to go, but if you need me for anything... No, I'll call, don't worry.

All right.

We'll see if I can find out who did this.

You'll be good.

Inspector, I've got irate parents backed up for a block. What am I supposed to

tell them?

Nobody comes in or goes out until we're done.

How long do you expect it to take?

Until I find something. I'm satisfied that I won't.

I'm absolutely mortified. I've been here 18 years and this is never... You read

about it happening in the public schools. It's an anomaly here. I can

you. You're done laughing.

Every 90 minutes, a child dies in this country from gunshot wounds.

As a matter of fact, according to the latest statistics, 1 in 12 children

a gun to school every single day. So it's not an anomaly here or anywhere

anymore. Got it?

Yes, check this out.

Whose locker is this?

Nobody's. It's undersigned.

Write this down.

478293, Colt 45, Model 1911.

Run with it, Bubba. Art, see if you can get some prints on that. Check with B

.I. and I, and if you don't get anything, call Mr. Dunlap here. You do

have the kid print program here at the school, right? Yes, we have all our

students' prints on file. Teachers as well. Good. You know what to do. Yep.

Nash. Hello, son.

Nick.

What's going on? Where are you? They want to know if they should move your

out of the bedroom before they jackhammer in there.

Who does?

The hard hats. House Cassidy.

Um...

Kathy's going to be fine, Nick.

What hard hat?

One's doing the seismic shore up.

What? They said they explained it all to you in a waiver you signed before you

moved in.

I don't know a damn thing about it. What do you want me to tell them? Tell them,

uh... Tell them... Why don't you go home, man? I bet you're coming here.

All right, look, hold that thought. Nick, just stall them for me until I get

there, all right?

Okay, good, thanks.

I'll either be at my place or at Lisa's. Call me.

What do you think?

I like it.

Yeah? Check this out.

Smith & Wesson 629 class.

Mm -mm.

Oh, yeah.

Don't like the fact that it's not automatic, Tasha. This baby pops a

-grain slug at 1 ,200 FPS.

Look at this.

Interchangeable front sight, chambered cylinder.

Heavy underlug slug started to match the barrel's profile.

Handsome. yet practical.

You're thinking this baby monster must pack a hell of a kick, right?

Here.

We're going to mess with you. You walk in with that in your hand.

mass bridges i live here ron dart i'm the foreman well ron i i didn't

any of this to be done but wait a second i got a waiver right here yeah city

-owned property heavy earthquake damage that's your signature right that's the

waiver i signed right yeah uh no no thanks i get it uh nick listen i'm a san

francisco police inspector and my daughter was wounded in a shooting

this morning and i gotta tell you Your timing couldn't be worse for this. Hey,

I'm sorry to hear about your kid, but I got a job to do. If you want to fight

City Hall, have at it, but I got to keep working.

Here, son.

We're supposed to wear these. This is a construction site. This is not a

construction site. This is our home. Look, you're welcome to stay if you can

handle the noise and dust.

I'm up for it. You are.

Hey, I'm on it right now.

How is she? She's resting. She's still pretty out of it.

I'll just poke my head in. She's in my room.

I thought that would be easier than having her go up and down the stairs.

Good idea. Good thinking. Yeah.

How are you doing, sweetheart? I'm fine. How about you?

Well, when it rains, it pours. They're doing an earthquake retrofit on my

apartment. So Nick and I are hoteling it for a couple of days. Oh, that's silly,

Nash. Why don't you stay here?

Oh, that's all right, sweetheart. Thanks. Anyway, but...

We almost lost her today. We almost lost her.

I know.

You know, you bring a child into the world. You sacrifice your work so hard

raise her.

And you try to protect her because it's your job.

But it's not possible, is it?

You can't protect her because you can't be there everywhere all the time. You

can't.

College is waiting to see if she's accepted. You know where she's going to

The next stage of her life.

The next thing I know, the phone rings. Some stranger's telling me my daughter's

with John.

It's all right, baby.

Don't even think it.

Hey, come on in, Joe. It's okay.

Sorry to bother you.

Oh, Joe. I'm good.

I'm good.

Cassidy?

She's really glad to be home. I'll bet.

Yes.

Can I borrow you for a second? Sure. Okay.

Well, that kid print program paid off. The shooter's name is Brian Van Pelt.

His classmates voted him most likely to succeed. However, the principal penned

him the biggest pain in the butt.

What about the gun?

Yeah, well, they were part of a shipment that was hijacked last year on the way

to some wholesalers in town.

A couple of the guns have surfaced in felonies, and a couple more came up as

evidence in that gang -slinging and patrol projects last month.

Did you get an address on the kid?

Russian Hill.

The old lady's loaded.

Apparently the house makes the Spreckles Mansion look like a tinker toy set.

Is that clear?

Clear. Good.

Yeah, I'm going to take the young man on down to booking.

You got it.

You're welcome.

I'm sure it was an accident. Let me talk to the parents. I'll work it out.

You are talking to the parent.

Your son shot my daughter.

Son?

How much?

You've got to be kidding me.

I'm talking about what's best for your daughter. She gets nothing out of my son

going to jail.

I know the best plastic surgeons in the city. Whatever it takes, just give me a

number. I'm a rich woman, Inspector.

Don't be shy.

A hundred million dollars.

Wouldn't even begin to cover it.

Now, I'm going to suggest you put that away before I misconstrue this as a

bribe.

Okay.

What is this?

Silent treatment?

Who sold you the gun, Brian?

What gun?

The one you shot my daughter with this morning.

Shouldn't I have a lawyer around here somewhere?

He's coming.

I don't have to say anything until he gets here.

Let me run this down for you, Brian.

Your fancy -pants lawyer's gonna come here and he's gonna tell you to keep

mouth shut, that he'll do all the talking.

Because that's what your mother pays him to do.

In fact, the more she pays him, the more he's gonna talk.

And he's gonna talk and talk and talk and talk and talk.

In fact, he'll talk all the way through your trial. He'll talk until he's blue

in the face.

But I guarantee you one thing.

You're still gonna go to jail.

Look, Brian, we just want to give you a chance to do the right thing, you know?

Tell us what happened.

I think I'll wait.

I think our friend here could do with a little bit of diesel treatment.

That's an excellent idea.

Okay.

Hi.

Hey, Nick.

Hi, sweetheart.

Hi, buddy. How you feeling?

My butt hurts.

So does mine.

Your little girl is one hell of a card player. Tell me about it. He lets me

I'll bet.

I brought these for you. I thought they might cheer you up.

Thank you. Pretty, aren't they?

Nick, would you take those? Sure. Thanks.

So, I found out who shot you. You did? Mm -hmm.

Do you know a guy by the name of Brian Van Pelt?

Brian Van Pelt?

Yeah, listen, just give them to him. Nick, would you take those and put them

some water? No problem. There you go. Hey, Cass.

What's going on?

How you doing, princess?

Better. Yeah? Now that you're here. Good.

Good.

Oh, um, Freddy, this is my dad and my grandfather.

Dad, Grandpa, this is Freddy. Oh, sir. Hi, Freddy.

How are you? Uh, Freddy, didn't you used to be the car detailing guy? I was. I

was, yeah. Now he manages the Dragonfly. You know, that hot new club in town.

Uh -huh.

How'd that happen?

I learned not to question why some things happen like they just do.

That's true.

Wow, you look great.

Thanks. Feeling good? Mm -hmm. Yeah?

Uh, well, I guess we better put these things in water, huh?

Yeah.

Check this out, my man.

Russian?

KGB.

800 rounds per minute.

Unbelievable muzzle velocity.

Great for shooting through steel doors or hard heads.

How much?

Two grand a pop.

You're living dangerously, you know that?

The West Street gang's at war with you guys. What do you think's gonna happen

when Striker finds out you armed the Asians with machine guns?

Well, let's see. He'll come to me and want the same thing.

Only I'll tell him something bigger.

Badder. More expensive.

Size means nothing.

Product is the basis for all items.

Remember that.

Guns are due tomorrow afternoon, 5 o 'clock.

Year 17.

Same deal.

Pay the men in the green shirt.

Take the guns to the warehouse.

Oh,

Bubba.

You're not looking so good.

What happened?

You have trouble sleeping last night?

Where's my lawyer?

Oh, um... There's a problem with that.

Uh, we lost your paperwork and, uh... Well, he thinks you were transferred to

city jail. But don't worry, he'll catch up with you.

In about a day or two.

I could call him.

Get you out today.

Who sold you the gun?

Quick.

Quick. I don't know his real name.

Well, where can we find Mr.

Quick?

Portrayal Projects. He's a ball of diamond there.

Deals that on the trunk of his car.

Well, what kind of car would that be?

I don't know.

It's red.

It's a red car. What kind of car is that?

Z28 Camaro.

I'll call Mommy.

Hey, Nashman, next Christmas I'm getting you some of those heated sheep skins.

My butt's getting cold.

Wow. Red car?

Oh, red dress.

Yeah, red color, wrong model.

All right, what do you got?

Nada. The next Mrs.

Cortez just walked by, but that's about it.

Keep them peeled.

Always. So, uh, Freddy comes in with his flowers and...

Did you see that bouquet?

It was huge.

He gives it to Cassidy, and suddenly she's feeling better now that he's here.

And that's the problem, huh? It used to be your job.

Look, Cassidy's getting ready to leave the nest, okay? She's transferring her

affections to somebody her own age. It's natural.

All right, look at it this way. In a couple years, she'll come around. She'll

taking care of you just like you're taking care of Nick. It's beautiful.

Oh, now that's comforting.

Well, I'm here to help.

And that is a beautiful car.

Hey, hey, what up, quicksand?

Got an action, Harv?

Smash. Yeah, I got him.

Harv, you're hooked up with the black and whites. Don't let him get antsy.

Let's see what you got.

Oh, that's some firepower, man.

Yeah, how much for that one, they say?

A buck and a quarter.

Yeah, okay.

Cops, help me out.

Man, they jumped the gun.

Got it.

Don't move. Stay in the car.

Stay in the car.

What do we call 911 to the corner?

PG &E.

What you got there, Nash?

Guy Quick.

His real name was Howard Temple.

Did a stretch and told the dad. He knew his way around the cube.

I don't understand. If the guy's dead, that's end of story, right?

Nope. I found a bag of money under his front seat of his car.

And I paid stuff from Gates' gun shop on York Street in the Mission.

Call Judge Pinter and get a search warrant, will you?

I want to see what this guy Gates is all about.

Got it.

Some goof freshman was showing off a piece. I sold him.

Piece goes off.

Shoots some chick in the ass.

Chick's father happens to be this cop.

Cop pulls my prints off the piece.

Had to do something.

What'd you have to do?

Give him quick.

I had to.

Cop was out for my blood.

I mean, come on.

Guy's careless, dealing out of the trunk of his car, a bunch of lowlifes,

please. Just a matter of time before he got busted anyways.

Why, you ask?

Because... I can do twice what he was doing.

I can get more per piece, and baby, I definitely got a better clientele.

This all equals a better situation for you.

You think you can feel quick shoes?

Piece of cake.

So the cops grab you, you give up quick, they grab quick.

What if he decides to talk, huh?

What then?

Guess he'll just run the business for you while you're gone.

Just kidding.

I've got half a mind to let you run with it.

Half a mind to knock you down.

Be right there.

Cops are at the store.

We'll talk some more.

In the meantime, you might want to polish the naive kid act.

It's beginning to tarnish.

Who's in charge here? That would be me.

Inspector Bridges, SIU.

You are?

Timothy Gage.

This is my shop.

Uh, Mr. Gage, we have reason to believe one of your employees has been running

stolen weapons out of here.

Who? His name's Quick.

Is that what he told you?

Unfortunately, he didn't tell us much of anything at all.

He's dead.

Murder? Now, why would you think that?

Was he? As a matter of fact, he died in a car crash running away from us.

Now, what do you suppose he was running away from us?

Beats me.

You're wasting your time here.

What can I tell you?

Comes with the job.

Yeah, well, just put the place back together when you're done.

You can do that, can't you?

You know, I don't really like that guy. I don't know him, but I don't like him.

Dot your I's and cross your T's, gentlemen.

We locked this guy up.

Don't want any hiccups.

Just like old times, huh, Nash?

What is?

You, me, Lisa, Cassidy, back under one roof.

What are you talking about? We never lived under one roof.

It's detail, son.

It's detail.

Home cooking, it's a woman's touch to spoil a man.

Mm -hmm.

Well, don't get too used to it.

Because after tomorrow, back to being the odd couple for you and me.

Oh, excuse me. I need one of some aspirins.

I'll take them, sir.

You probably have to go to work, don't you?

No, not really.

Hi, sweetheart.

Where's Freddy?

He's on his break.

Union rules, you know.

You're very funny, Daddy.

We don't get many moments like this anymore, do we?

No.

Yesterday,

when I heard you'd been shot,

at the hospital.

You looked so small.

So... It scared me so much.

Your mom, too.

Is that why you've been so overprotective about Freddie?

Don't worry, Dad. I mean, it's not like I'm going to have his baby or anything.

Yeah.

That's comforting.

You know, Dad, I've been thinking. What?

I don't want to go to college next year.

What?

I think I want to wait.

And do what?

Well, there's some significant environmental work going on around here.

know, the old growth forests.

And I thought it might be interesting to do that for a while before I go to

college.

Honey, I think that's great that you're... Daddy, you're not going to

out of it? I'm not trying to talk you out of anything. I just don't think that

you should be making those kind of life -altering decisions while you're in this

condition.

Daddy, I made up my mind already.

I'm thinking we talk about this tomorrow.

Good night, sweetheart.

Good night, Dad.

Good morning. Good morning.

I'm not used to waking up to this. This is like a major household thing

happening here. Yeah, well, with any luck, Freddy will make your daughter an

honest woman, and you can wake up every morning to huevos guancheros, gourmet

style.

At least you haven't lost your sense of humor.

I just did.

Morning.

Good morning.

I just got here, sir.

Mm -hmm.

Is that right?

I get done with work around five. Then normally I work on my now for a couple

hours. Cassidy didn't tell me you were writing a book.

No, I still got a long way to go.

Listen, I got to run.

Ciao. Ciao.

Ciao.

So, uh, Lisa.

Yes? What would be the house rules around here for male visitors? Come on,

You think I'd let somebody sleep here with Cassidy? One would hope not. Not

under my roof. We're not under your roof, son.

Oh, and that's another thing.

She's decided that she's not going to college. I know. We've been discussing

Oh, we have?

Well, when were we going to tell me?

I didn't want to worry you. Me worried?

Do I look worried?

You are a little red in the face.

Well, you would be too if your daughter was going to give up college and go and

live among the damn trees.

Nash.

Give me 15 minutes.

Bon appetit.

Ciao.

We've got a carjacker here.

Pulls a gun on the driver. The driver pulls his gun, ends up dead, 16 years

Guns are up, huh?

The inspector on the scene ran the serial number of the driver's gun. Turns

it's from the same lot that we're hunting, so he gave us a call.

Okay, now you've piqued my interest.

Our dead guy's number two. His buddy over here, Spike, says they bought the

from some hot shot dealer from a private school on the hill.

So I show him a six -pack. Guess who he fingers?

Brian Van Pelt. Looks like our shooter's also a seller.

What do you want to bet? Gay told him the gun.

Bet the bank.

How's that get us closer to getting Gay?

Gay'll get him to us. If I don't kill him first.

Come on, let's go.

Got it.

Drop the gun, Brian. Drop it right now.

What happened?

You heard what I said. Drop it.

You lived.

You played me for a fool.

I almost got you killed.

You know a Nathaniel Allen, a .k .a. Striker?

No. He was the guy that ran the West Street gang.

What'd you do to piss those boys off?

Nothing. I never saw those guys before in my life.

You sell guns to them?

No way, man.

You know Timothy Gage?

Have you seen him since you told us about Quick?

I'm trying to help you, Brian.

Well, I say we cut this guy loose.

As much as I'd like to kill him myself, I think we got somebody out there

that'll do it for us. No, no, no, no, no, no. You can't let me go.

The hell I can't.

Unless you start talking.

If I were you, I'd keep my hands right there on top of the counter where you

see them, okay?

Put that gun down.

You know, Joe, when I was a kid, I used to be fascinated with guns.

BB gun, cap gun.

You have a gun when you were a kid?

Yeah. I held a gun once, called a rattlesnake.

Really? You know, back then, it wasn't easy to get your hands on a gun, on a

real gun.

Like it is today.

Russian.

You know, after a car wreck, you know what the leading cause of death is for

young people between the ages of 10 and 20?

Let me guess.

MTV?

Close.

Gunshot wounds.

My daughter was shot with a gun that came from you, Gage.

You know it, and I know it.

You know what that makes me feel like doing right now?

The same thing that you sent Stryker to do to Brian Van Pelt.

Hey.

Cut to Joe.

Bradley, the tan's on your head.

What's the charge?

Too numerous to mention.

However, a little birdie told me that you have a couple big shipments coming

We need to know where and when. I can beat this.

Big fell, huh?

I know, sir.

Let's not go out here.

We'll see.

Picture F, isn't it?

For Pacific Heights.

You ever been down there before?

Got some great restaurants down here.

Hey, old.

Hi there.

See that bar right up the street there?

You have a little man meet us there in about 15 minutes.

You know a little man, don't you? Strike your second.

Must have me confused with someone else.

We'll see.

What's your juice?

I couldn't get a latte, could I? A nonfat half -calf, no foam?

No. Water would be just fine.

Now, Timothy, you look like a scotch man.

Bring a bottle of your best scotch for our friend here.

Tim.

So, uh, little man wasn't too happy when he heard about what happened to

Stryker. I'll say. Boy, I thought he was going to blow his back.

Especially when we told him about that party while you set him up.

Yeah.

That's a nice watch.

Hey, he must be doing pretty good.

For you.

Oh, for me?

Yellow.

Well, hey there, little man. How you doing?

Long time, no see.

Well, I'm just sitting down here at the bar with my partner, Joe Dominguez.

Hey, how you doing?

And your old buddy, Timothy Gage.

I guess he's got something on his mind right now.

Listen, well, the thing is, we're sitting down here. We're having a little

celebration drink.

But the problem is, Joe and I are real busy. We've got all this paperwork to

So we're going to have to take off.

But Timothy will be here, and I'm sure that he'd love to see you.

Sure. Come on down and toss a couple back.

Bye -bye.

Huh. You know what they'll do to me?

I think I have a good idea.

Why don't you drink up? It'll hurt a lot less.

Joe, we gotta go.

You're right. We gotta go.

Okay.

Okay. Okay.

Wait a minute.

We're okay.

Is that four?

Must be official. He's ready to deal.

Where and when, brother?

Five o 'clock, year 17.

The man in the green shirt is Kaminsky.

Who's the buyer?

Asian gang at a Chinatown.

Excellent.

I hope your daughter realizes what she started.

What was that? I said, I hope your daughter will...

Hello?

Lucy, I'm home.

In here, son.

Hey, Nick.

She's asleep, huh? Yeah.

Here, help me count this.

What the hell did you do, Nick? Go out and rob a bank while I was gone?

Went to the track. I had five winners out of seven picks.

Damn, that's awesome.

Freddy gave me a few tips, you know. Used to work in Las Vegas, you know. He

a hell of a handicapper.

Hi. Thought I heard you.

Oh, hey.

Whoa.

Look at you. You look great. Thank you. I have a date. Oh, yeah? Anybody I know?

Oh, sorry. None of my business.

It's nobody I know. Blind date.

Oh, by the way, the earthquake guy's called. They said they're all done, for

now, anyway.

We can go home, Nick.

Before you go, Cassidy has something she wants to show you.

Um, she has had her dinner, her medication's by the bed, she has my

number, and I won't be late.

Damn, if I was half that organized... You two would have combusted a long time

ago.

Whoa!

You got into Berkeley?

Mm -hmm.

That's great, sweetheart.

Terrific. And I'm going.

A year from this fall.

I already called to ask if I could defer, and they said yes.

Are you mad?

Disappointed.

But I'm still you.

You got accepted to Berkeley. That's great.

Thanks.

Cassidy.

Listen, I know we don't always see eye to eye on things, but

what I've wanted, what your mother and I have always wanted for

you is for you to be happy.