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Not quite the Ganges, is it?

Not really a river anymore.

Used to flood like a son of a bitch back when I was a boy.

They paved it all over in the 50s.

London's got the Thames.

Paris got the Seine.

Vienna's got the Blue Daniels.

L .A.'s got a concrete drainage ditch.

That's all we got.

You know what I have to do?

Well, that's the only way I want to have it done. How about Mr. Hite? Tell him I

want to talk about L .A.'s need for a new crime lab. They won't want a new

will they? Well, of course they don't want another one. That's what I want to

talk to them about. I want to make them realize that we need one. They'll fight

it. Absolutely.

See, that's the whole point. David, I got Marion on the line. Who? Marion,

wife. Oh, yeah.

Yeah, put her through.

Marion, you've got David. Is this the beautiful and charming Mrs. McNorse?

David.

David, I was in the playground.

What's wrong?

David, two girls have been shot.

How old?

Are you okay?

Honey, are you all right?

Okay, we'll go back inside and wash it off.

I'm almost there. I'm five minutes away. My car's right here.

Is the ambulance there?

Yes. Okay, honey, you've done everything you can do. Just go back inside.

Please.

Yes.

Okay, I love you.

Peter, did you get that?

Yes, David, I did. Sick.

What would you like me to do?

Cancel my lunch and call the chief. Now, Peter, I want someone from my office on

this investigation like a lamprey eel. And when I'm talking to the chief, I

you to make some calls. Call the local news, the Times, the Trib.

Yes, every... No, not that jerk. After the way he pissed off my gang

No. Yes, well, my wife's been working here, well, volunteering here since last

year.

Terry? Do you have a name on the girl who was wounded?

The police haven't been able to reach her mother yet.

The girl who was killed, was she a gang member?

Terry, she was 15 or 16 years old. Whether or not she was a member of a

she didn't deserve to be shot to death in the street.

Last question.

David, anything new on the Vista Heights investigation?

No, there's nothing new on Vista Heights. We're not here to talk about

Thank you.

Excuse me. Why are we here? I'm sorry?

Why are we here?

Well, Andrea,

I assume you're here because...

one little girl was wounded and another was killed.

Given that that happens every day in the city, why are we all here for this one?

Well... Isn't it true that someone from your office called all the news outlets

and told them of your personal relationship to this shooting and that

here to answer questions?

Or did you not know someone made those calls?

Well, of course I knew, Andrea. I had my assistant make those calls. And do you

know why?

Because this happens every day in the city.

I didn't see a crowd of reporters at 163rd and Florence two days ago when

Conchita Escovito...

was killed by a stray bull while sitting at her kitchen table feeding her baby

girl. You're damn right I had my assistant call your editors and news

because I knew that me being here could get you here.

Now look, I don't blame you because you don't go to the scene of every shooting.

When something happens every day, it stops being news.

I'm no saint about this myself.

The only reason I knew those two names I just mentioned is because they're

ongoing cases.

You ask me who was murdered on this day six months ago?

I wouldn't know.

Not the names, anyway.

I tend not to forget the faith.

Thanks for the question.

Mrs. McNors?

Yes? I'm Andrea Little. I'm a reporter for the Tribune. I just wanted to ask

a few questions.

I'm going to wait for my husband.

Okay. In that case, I'll just go pee.

Are you all moved into your new house?

Sorry? I met you last year when your husband won the Barclay case.

I did a piece on him for the Sunny magazine.

What did you say your name was again?

Andrea Little.

Yes, that was a good article.

We have moved in. We just haven't finished unpacking our toolbox.

My advice, after a year, if there are any you haven't opened, throw them out.

Don't even look inside. Just throw them out.

I'll remember that.

Left day here today.

Yeah.

This is an after -school program?

Yeah.

How long have you been working here?

I've been working, uh, volunteering here since last year.

Rough neighborhood.

Not really. They're good people.

You like the work?

Yes, I do, very much.

The little girl who was shot here today, that she'd been coming here long?

No, Grace was new.

Grace Smith?

No, Grace Adams.

Who's Grace Smith?

I've heard it all.

The only reason I knew those two names I just mentioned is because they're

ongoing cases. You ask me who was murdered on this day six months ago?

I wouldn't know.

Not the names, anyway.

I tend not to forget the faces.

Thanks for the question.

Okay, listen up.

I got 14 bullets. How about you?

I'm empty.

Why'd you ask that question today?

It had to be asked.

By you?

Apparently no one else was going to ask it.

They were all basking in the warm glow of honesty and forthrightness that is

David McNorth.

Besides, they gave you the best quote of the day.

I tend not to forget the faces.

I was exceptional, David.

I don't forget the faces.

Good for you.

You spoke with Marion.

She was part of the story.

You think I got some sort of cheap thrill out of talking to your wife?

Walking the edge?

Flirting with danger?

Mm -hmm.

Oh, and, uh, FYI, in case she hasn't mentioned it, she's

scared.

I'm sure you think it's good for your image to have your wife doing volunteer

work, but I don't think she's having fun anymore.

I saw you talking to some cops today.

Talk to Heckler?

No.

He, uh, he took off before I got there.

I don't know if you came over here looking to get lucky, but I'm exhausted.

I'm going to run a bath.

If you'd like a shot at jumping my bones, you should be naked by the time

bathtub is full.

That's not why I came.

What? To feed yourself.

They found the suspect in today's drive -by shooting.

Help! She's bleeding! She's been shot!

He sure was Mercedes.

There's no exit.

That's her. It's a chest wound. She's bleeding out.

What's he got?

Mercedes. Definitely Mercedes. One? Two kids come up. One white, one black. Late

teens, early 20s.

The only reason he remembers them at all, he took the ice cream back to a

Mercedes. Had it there by the fire pump.

You know, a car like that in this neighborhood, Mercedes kind of sticks

Yeah, I bet.

He doesn't remember what they look like. Doesn't remember what kind of ice cream

they brought.

I used to like that Eskimo pie thing, you know? But then my brother told me it

was made from rendered Eskimos. Hey, Ray, where was the other girl? Oh, I was

digressing, wasn't I? Yeah, you were digressing. I tend to do that, you know?

Sherry, she thinks I got that ADD thing.

Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, come on, let's roll, babe.

All right, I'll digress right back to the Mercedes, which comes rolling down

street here, right up to about here, and that point he's looking through the

windshield, can't really see him, hand comes out, passenger side window, side

the black kid's on.

Gun in the hand, bang, bang, bang. One down here, one down in the sand.

And they got a partial plate for D .O .Q.

D .O .Q.? David Ocean Queen.

Good day, gentlemen.

Let's go north, go there.

This wife works here. She found the kid who was wounded.

He's here for me.

He's gonna get a flashlight, crawl up my ass, and look for the Vista Heights

money again. Yeah, the Vista Heights money is right.

Only this is a fair chance.

Well, you boys have a nice Southern California day.

Aw, see, you know, when people walk away like that, it hurts my feelings.

Bye -bye.

Anyway, where was I?

Oh, yeah, middle of the country. Middle of the country.

Nobody knows any gays.

Why? Because all the gays they had there ran off when they got their snot kicked

out of them in high school.

So I say, go back, sisters. Go on back.

Not because I don't like them.

Don't get me wrong.

You ever seen a house decorated by a straight guy?

It's all plaid and wood.

What's the description that ice cream guy gave us this morning?

Black Mercedes, four -door, late model, partial license, Ford, D -O -Q.

White driver, black passenger?

Yeah.

Dan, have they clocked him?

Five, eight, seven, control one here. Two to suspect in the playground drive

-by. We are northbound on Palmetto. We need to back up and airship.

Whoa!

I got him. No, wait, wait.

He's got a gun.

Control, 5 Baker, 7 suspect car is T -seated, 4th and Mateo, officers are

in pursuit, foot bound.

Damn it, he's moving. Copy that, 5 Baker.

5 Baker, 7, show me resuming pursuit, eastbound Mateo.

Long way down the one -way road.

I'm in the West Side Mall parking structure. The airship on station.

Rescue?

What rescue?

Are you okay?

Can you back up your car? I'm chasing a very bad man.

I'm just gonna squeeze past you.

Hey,

did you see a kid come through here?

A kid, did you see a kid?

Stop! Get up, get up!

Get your hands out at your sides, don't even think about it!

Now get your hands out slow, where I can see them. Out at your sides, palms up.

I never stole anything before in my life, officer, I swear!

What kind of car are you driving?

I don't drive a car. I don't have a car. I took the bus.

Took the bus?

All right, what is it you're so willing to get shot over?

Michael Bolton?

For my lady.

For your lady?

I got him. No, wait, wait. He's got a gun.

Wuhuh!

Hey, Aquaman.

Joel and Fairless want to have a little chat with you about your trip down the

Amazon.

You should really have another shower, because there was a sewer spill in the

valley this morning.

Mm -hmm.

Really? 1 .2 million gallons.

Chance worth about 7 o 'clock.

You serious?

No.

You okay, Tom?

Yeah, never better.

What's up?

You know, I always wondered what it would be like to go for a dip in the L

River.

Oh, it's nothing mystical, detective. It's cold, it's wet, and it smells, but

you don't have to take my word for it.

Is there anything else you wanted to talk to me about?

Yeah, actually, we were wondering about the gun, Tom.

I think you were chasing after the gun, right?

Yeah, but I think he dumped it in the river.

What do you think?

Yeah, Bray, I think.

He was 50 yards ahead of me, and I saw him throw something, you know, like a

throwing motion, and I saw something splash.

I saw him run up on the other side. I didn't see the gun anymore.

Well, I guess we could always drag the river.

Who's still here could take another plunge.

Hey, well, we better mosey. We're gonna go talk to the owner of the car. Okay.

Tom, you, um, I want to think about getting some antibiotics.

Water could have some pretty rough stuff in it.

You think?

Yeah.

Don't let him get to you like that.

I didn't.

It's gonna be the day, but they'll never throw it back to you.

Hello. Hey, Tommy.

Hey, Dad.

You're watching TV?

Uh, just for a couple minutes.

I'm getting ready for bed.

You should be reading those books I got you. TV isn't gonna do anything for you.

Yeah. You reading them? Yeah, I'm reading.

Hey, it's a little bit of classical music like she suggested.

Yep, so what's up, Dad?

No. I guess that dude traveled fast.

What happened?

I lost the suspect.

Yeah, I know. But he made the jump, right?

Yeah. The pump made it across the river. Why didn't you? I don't know. You're

always the athlete. I mean, at least you always have that going for you. I did.

I don't understand why you didn't just shoot the son of a bitch. Dad, hold on a

second. I got another call.

Yeah. Hello, my little water nymph.

Ray, what is it? I'm on the other line.

Joel and Fearless got a location.

Cantrell LaFontaine.

That's mostly minor juvie crap when he was 13 or 14, but now he's graduated.

He's murdered one girl, wounded another one.

Moron.

What, are you in love with the guy?

Shut up.

I'm serious. The way you're looking at him.

What's your problem with him?

I don't have a problem with him. It's just... Everything comes easy to him.

know, even in the academy, he... sails through.

And he makes detectives. Yeah, I hate those people who are good.

It's high time we celebrated mediocrity.

High time.

You, you gotta let go of that crap.

Yeah, like you.

Well, my situation with him's a little different, partner.

He thinks I'm soiled.

Spent five years in the heights, go fishing with a guy, you go to his kid's

birthday party, zip so facto you're dirty.

Guilt by association, that's all it is.

Nothing I'd like better than to do a dance in a dark stairwell with that self

-righteous son of a bitch.

I don't let that show.

No, not you.

I smile, I make nice, I don't think I'm his best friend in the world.

Yeah.

know anyone who smokes anymore.

Why do you?

Why do you smoke?

You sure you want to ask that?

Why?

Because it's a story. If you ask me that, you get a story.

Okay.

My buddy Freak Town and I were about 200 clicks south of Anijat, back in Iraq

during Desert Storm.

We were sent to check out the crash site of an F -15.

The crash had happened a week before the pilot had ejected, been picked up.

And we were supposed to see if there was anything recoverable from the debris

field.

As we were walking along, I saw something shiny in the dirt, and I bent

pick it up. But what I did not know when I bent over was that about a mile away

was a sniper hiding in some rocks.

It was a Republican Guard long -range marksman who'd been waiting for days for

someone to come and check the debris field.

And that son of a bitch was aiming right at my head when he pulled the trigger.

You know, I figured the bullet was in the air three, maybe four seconds, which

was just enough time for me to see the shiny object, think, hey, shiny object,

and bend over.

The bullet met me, hit the freak down in the head.

Killed him?

No, the freak was about that tall, so the bullet entered high in his helmet.

Cut through the line, I parted my man's hair, boop, went out the other side.

What does this story have to do with you smoking?

Freak town smoked.

And having come within a half inch and half second of dying, I figured

cigarettes sound like a good idea.

Hi -ho.

I can't believe you live in a motel.

I live in the dream, baby.

Living the dream in Boomtown.

Oh, am I going to see you again?

No.

But you didn't have a good time.

Darling, I had a great time.

And you can do things, you can do things I never imagined could be done.

It's just something I wanted to try once.

How much?

600. Ouch.

See,

there's another reason.

I'd go broke seeing you.

You got a list?

A list?

Yeah, of all the things you want to do before you die. It sounds like you got a

list. Run a marathon, climb a mountain, being a hooker.

No, no list.

Maybe I should make one.

I had one once.

I lost it somewhere.

So what was on it?

I don't know, stupid junk, you know, ride a camel, eat an oyster.

My advice?

Oyster, yes.

Camel, no.

Yeah.

Yeah, all right, I gotta go.

Get the hell out of bungee jumping, baby. That is for damn sure.

Yeah, I bet.

You good?

Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

You know, it was sad.

I mean, of course, all sex has a little sadness about it, but this had more than

it shared.

Hey, you know what the French call orgasm? No.

La petite mort.

The little death.

Yo, bro, you listening?

Yeah, yeah. French for orgasm.

Little death.

She asked me why I smoked.

What'd you tell her?

Told her about me and Freak Time.

The day I started.

Yeah, I know what it is. Probably a story on this time.

I said he lived.

No sense in ruining that day, man.

So where we going?

Drive -by. Two girls, one dead, one wounded.

Hey, yo, you know what the French call orgasm? No.

La petite mort.

The little death.

Hey, yo, bro, you listening?

Yeah, yeah, French for orgasm is little death.

This way, get right up about here. Now, he's just looking through the

windshield. All he sees is a hand come out the passenger side, the side the

black kid's on. It's a gun in the hand. Bang, bang, bang.

One down here.

Michael Bolton. I mean, I can see getting shot for Springsteen or weights.

Michael Bolton, the kid says, it's for my lady.

For my lady, man, my lady.

Clean. It's too clean.

We got shell casing.

Nah.

Car was reported missing this morning.

Two teenagers in a car all day, there'd be something.

We know they had ice cream wrappers.

Maybe they threw the wrappers away.

Exactly.

Ray, talk to mall security.

Talk to maintenance.

Make sure they don't dump any garbage until we get to go through it.

You want every ice cream wrapper and drink cup from this place?

No, Ray.

I mean, you're not going to find the gun. You're not looking.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Hold on a second. We're not looking for the gun, Ray. We're looking for anything

out of the ordinary.

There's the public bins, Ray.

Hello.

It's Kelly. She's got the flu, so her sister Susan's overwatching Willie.

How's Kelly doing?

She's all right.

Getting better.

All right. Hello?

Yeah.

Sharon?

Dave? Yeah.

LAPD, sir.

I'm Detective Smith. Hey, Susan.

Detective Stevens.

Baby, what's wrong? Is this about the car?

Yes, sir, it is.

We found it at the mall.

Yes.

Okay.

Mr. Gates, you know who took your Mercedes, sir?

Do I know who? No. No? Why would I know that?

Okay, did you call the doctor?

Mr. Gates, do you mind if we come in the house?

I think maybe I better call my attorney.

Baby, hold on a second.

Excuse me. Excuse me! Hey!

You... Baby, hold on.

Hold on.

Hold on, baby. Hold on.

Don't move.

What the hell? Shut up!

Not you, baby. Not you.

Fearless, you know I am.

I can't do the good cop, bad cop thing. You shot a six -year -old!

What's wrong with you?

Don't say anything, because it doesn't matter to me.

We got the shell case things from the floor of the car.

So whether you did it or your friend did, I could care less.

You both go to jail for murder.

I'm sorry, Fearless.

It wasn't me.

It was Cantrell.

Who's there?

LAPD, sir.

LAPD?

What in God's name?

Let me see your badge.

Dear Lord.

What do you want?

We'd like to talk to Cantrell.

You sure you just want to talk?

Uh, yes, sir.

I'm sure.

Whatever you got, you got it wrong.

Cantrell is a good kid. He just got a track scholarship to Cal State.

Right. We just want a word, sir.

Cantrell!

Hey! Hey! Get out of the way!

Put it down.

Officer down.

Officer down. We have an officer down.

Officer kneeling.

Not that that didn't hurt, Granddad.

That'll put these kids in the army.

Serious, you know why they join gangs, don't you?

For the frequent fly in my house.

Except this kid couldn't fly so well.

How's your wife?

Excuse me?

I was on the run to your house last week.

Randy and I took her in.

Oh, yeah, she's, uh... She's good.

She's good. Yeah.

Yeah, it was just a freak thing, you know, with the shower door breaking and

glass.

But she's good.

Thanks. Yeah.

How's she doing?

She's been sleeping mostly.

Where'd she get it? In the other room.

Um, she probably shouldn't go in the baby's room until this stuff is sent

Okay?

She, uh, she called me.

I didn't know until she was on the phone.

How's Willie?

He's fine.

He did some paintings.

Yeah?

I think the one with the big eyes is supposed to be you.

Okay. I told him you'd touch me.

All right, so I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah, I can't do it tomorrow.

Okay.

Don't worry about it. I'll get somebody for tomorrow.

Well, I can't do it at all anymore.

Why?

First of all, I'm not qualified.

Your sister, Susan.

It's not like she has a flu, Joel.

She tried to kill herself. I know. If it gets difficult, you call me. You call

the doctor. Yeah, do you know what it's like spending the day with someone?

You know, you start to feel like maybe you're the one who's losing it.

Yeah.

Right now?

I don't know.

Hold on.

Yeah, I'll be right out.

Yep.

How's your wife?

Excuse me?

I was on the run to your house last week.

Randy and I took her in.

Oh, yeah, she's, uh... She's good.

She's good. Yeah?

Yeah, it was just a freak thing, you know, with the, um... the shower door

breaking and the glass.

But she's good.

Thanks. Yeah.

I'm sure it was Mercedes.

Was it an electric?

There's no accident.

Chester, she's bleeding out.

She's bleeding! She's been shot!

Can somebody help?

She's gone. Go!

What's her name? Grace.

Grace. Hey, sweetie, you're gonna be okay.

Yes, honey, I'm here.

I know her.

That's Teresa, honey.

She's a paramedic. Kind of like a doctor that drives around helping people who

get hurt.

I saw the man with the gun in the car.

It was funny.

What?

It was so hot.

And he was wearing gloves.

Who was wearing gloves?

The man who shot the gun.

The driver.

Then you called Fearless?

Uh, Detective Smith?

Yes.

Was he surprised?

You'd have to ask him.

I did.

Well, is that it? Because the police want us to give statements, and I want

say bye to Grace. Yeah, that's it. Thanks.

Uh, is that Cantrell's grandfather?

Yeah. He had to make the official identification.

Right. Thanks.

Take it.

Take it and go.

But I didn't... Take the damn gun, Cantrell, or I swear to God, I'm gonna

to your house and kill you and your granddad.

Go!

That's her.

That's the bitch that cut out on Digsby.

Maybe he's an idiot.

Watch it, Cantrell.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna teach her a lesson.

Just can't walk away.

You're not even in the damn game, man. Neither am I.

You gonna shoot her?

She's gonna scare me. No, keep going.

You're pissing me off, Cantrell.

Hey, Audrey!

Hey, yo,

Cantrell! Pick up your boyfriend, man. Shut up, Dio. Man, why you hang with

punk anyway, man? That's an idiot.

Oh, man, he's rich, dog. He's got all the money. He pays for everything.

why. Like I said, that's his boyfriend.

Cantrell.

Yo, Cantrell.

Drew. I thought your dad think he's in the car anymore.

Oh, we worked it out.

Come on, let's go.

Oh,

man. Help me, man. Help me.

Hey,

fellas. Oh, no. Wait up there a second. What is it?

Richard,

I want to talk to your client. He has nothing to say. That's all right. I just

wanted to listen.

The police found the gloves at the mall.

They've already tested positive for gunpowder residue, and now it's at the

and they're looking for DNA.

Are we going to hear a charge here? Oh, I'm getting to that, Richard.

All I'm hearing are ominous threats of evidence that may or may not have any

legal validity.

Yeah, we have ourselves a witness.

You saw your client do it. It was the other little drill you shot.

Not a word. You see, now, that's very good advice. I take that.

I'm surprised.

Where are the cameras? I can't see you making a big bust without cameras. You

know, I thought about that, Dick, but with everybody running around and asking

questions, we wouldn't be able to hear it.

Hear what?

What?

You hear that?

That swirling sound.

That's all of young Taylor's hopes and dreams and aspirations just spiraling

round and round and whoosh!

Right down the drain.

Detective.

Taylor Gate, you're under arrest for the murder of Audrey Darnell.

in the attempted murder of Grace Adams.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.

What do you know?

You got yourself another story.

Well, what do you know?

So do two.

Officers? Come on, Tom. We better whoosh out of here.

Okay, sir.

Mr. LaFontaine.

Felt over your shoulder, sir.

Not quite the ganji, is it?

Not really a river anymore.

Used to flood like a son of a bitch back when I was a boy.

Babe.

Paved it all over in the 50s.

That's all we got.

It'll have to do.

Sir, would you like to be alone?

I've been trying to think of a prayer, but I'm coming up blank.

It's been a long time.

You got any?

No.

No, I'm all out.

How about you?

Prayer?

I don't have any prayers, but I do have a story.

Okay.

There was this wave way out on the ocean, and he was just racing along,

great time, and just sunlight glinting, spray just flying, until one day he

looked ahead, and he saw wave after wave in front of him crashing on the beach,

and he got scared.

And this older wave in front of him said,

I know exactly what your problem is.

You've been having so much fun being a wave that you forgot you're really just

part of the ocean.

I like that.

Okay,

River.

Take my grandson home.

Thank you.