(gunshot, panicked screaming)
Good morning, shoppers.
This is a stickup.
(crowd gasps)
(gunshot, screaming)
Everybody on the ground.
Now!
You... Lorraine, put the money
from the cash registers in a bag, all of it!
Get down, now!
(gunshot, screaming)
Next melon that explodes is gonna be yours.
Is that what you want, Pops?
Put your gun on the floor and kick it over to me.
Are there any other guards in the store? No.
You'd better not be lying to me. Get on the ground.
Do it!
Get on the ground now!
Empty all the registers, girl.
Don't call me girl.
All the registers. Do it!
(cash register bell dings)
VENDOR: No, I'm not just saying that.
They really do look good on you.
RADIO DISPATCH: All units, two-11 silent.
Wilson's Supermarket, Olive and Market.
Code two, high.
This is Five-George-31.
We're about a minute out on that two-11 silent.
Roger, Five-George-31.
So, what do you think?
They're you, bubba.
Get in. We got to roll.
(car engine starts)
(indistinct radio transmission)
Here you go. Keep the change.
(tires squealing)
Down!
(register beeps)
(register bell dings)
Open the bag.
Come on. No way.
Move!
DISPATCH: Five-George-31,
two-11 suspect is a male,
Caucasian, mid-twenties.
He's taken an employee hostage--
female Caucasian, early twenties.
Suspect last seen heading south on Third street
in a green vintage Plymouth with no plates.
Suspect is armed and dangerous.
Hey,
there's our guy. Got him.
(tires squealing)
(horns honking)
(tires squealing)
Five-George-31, we are in pursuit.
Clear left.
Clear right.
(unclear radio transmission, horn honking)
Wilson's Supermarket silent two-11 in by Five-George-31...
Yeah, we're gonna get you.
Clear left! Clear right!
No-no, not clear right!
Oh, gee!
Where the hell did he come from?
Out of nowhere.
All right, you little bastard,
we got you now.
Oop!
(tires screeching)
Oh! Oh! Oh!
(tires squealing)
(engine revving)
(tires squealing)
(tires squeal, bus horn honks)
(car horn honking)
Oh!
Oh.
Damn it!
(tires screeching)
(sighs)
(wry chuckle)
That poster looks just like your daughter, bubba.
That is my daughter.
(woman singing over bluesy organ riff)
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Black hair? MAN: No.
Actually, it was closer to brown.
Okay, brown. WOMAN: Kind of a wheat color.
He was wearing a hat. A hat.
Backwards, maybe, I think. Okay. How tall was he?
Not that tall. Very tall.
No, very tall. Six-two, six-three, huge.
Average. Wait. Which is it, folks?
He was a little less. Tall, not tall, average or less than average?
Huge. He was huge. Very tall...
A little less. Okay, you said he was white.
Are we sticking with that? MAN: Absolutely.
Here you go. That's it?
That's it.
Hey, another two minutes, it won't be our problem.
Yup, you're right. Nash.
Hey, Phil. How are you, man?
Man, am I glad to see you.
Good to see you.
Uh, Joe, you remember Phil Robbins?
Yeah. Hey, Phil. How're you doing, man? Hey.
Uh, you used to be Nash's partner in the olden days, yeah?
He was my mentor at the academy, got me through.
Ah, get out of here.
So, what, are you working robbery now?
No, I'm an Inspector in Vice out of Glen Park Precinct.
You guys the handling unit?
Well, we're about to pass it off
to Robbery-Homicide.
Remember Lorraine, my daughter?
Yeah, sure.
She's the hostage here.
Oh, man.
I'm sorry.
And you know what I'm gonna ask.
I want you to stay on the case.
We got some great guys at Robbery-Homicide.
And-and, uh, I'll stay on top of 'em...
No, no, I don't want you to stay on top of 'em.
I want you to handle this.
We're talking about my kid.
My daughter.
BRYN: Nash?
We found the car.
Let's go.
MAN: Please stay back.
BRIDGES: Uh, looks like
our boy's got a little ex-military thing going here.
BRYN: You're right.
He's a Gulf War vet.
He was accused of aggravated battery
and sexual assault by a female enlisted in his unit.
Pled to a battery, got a dishonorable discharge.
Hmm. Oh, God.
His name's James Ford.
Well, he's been a busy little boy
since he got out of the service.
Served 37 months on a three to five armed robbery.
He's been out three weeks.
Didn't waste any time, huh?
You got an address?
No. His P.O's in court.
Soon as you get it. You got it.
He so much as lays a finger on her,
I'll kill him.
Hey, bubba, you have another daughter at home, don't you?
Yeah. Amanda.
We're all over this case.
Go be with her.
Thanks.
I mean it. Thanks.
Look, we'll let you know as soon as anything breaks.
Here's my cell.
Day or night, you call me.
He touches her...
He's wound up pretty tight, huh?
Well, bubba, can't hardly blame him.
I would be, too.
BRIDGES: Oh, man.
Let's go the other way.
Let's go.
Where are you going?
Nowhere.
Come over here.
Take your shirt off.
Oh, God,
you are so beautiful.
I could just eat you up.
(giggling)
Jimmy. Jimmy.
We should get out of here.
We will.
But they'll be looking for us.
Let them look.
I thought we were going to Mexico.
We're leaving tonight.
Tomorrow, we'll be drinking margaritas on the beach.
Oh...
Where the pale horse of daylight meets the ink-black sea.
(laughs)
Dream no more.
Got to take care of a little bit of business,
and we'll be out of here.
We'll be on our way.
Business? What business?
You've been in jail for three years.
Don't ask any more questions, all right?
Yeah, but if you would've told me...
I didn't tell you I was gonna ride in to that supermarket
on a white horse and take you out of there, either,
but that didn't seem to bother you, now, did it?
Jimmy. All right.
So just don't worry.
I got to see this guy Carl,
and get what's mine, and we'll be out of here.
Adios.
We'll be writing poetry on the beach this time tomorrow.
Hey, Mom.
I do something?
Guess what I saw on the way to the grocery store.
What?
Your poster.
Oh. Is it out?
Oh.
(laughing): It's out.
When were you planning to tell me?
Tell you what?
That you were naked.
Mom, I wasn't naked.
I was wearing jeans, and they taped my breasts.
Oh, well, then that makes all the difference.
What are you so upset about?
You knew I was going to do this poster with Freddie.
I mean, you even signed the release form.
You said you were doing a public service poster.
It is a public service poster, Mom.
What's the big deal?
It has to do with honesty and disclosure.
What does?
I found condoms in your bedroom.
You were snooping around in my bedroom?!
I wasn't snooping.
This-this is my house.
And, if you must know, I was looking
for the garnet necklace that you borrowed.
You're such a hypocrite.
Don't talk to me like that.
Come on, Mom, do you really think
that when Freddie and I have intercourse,
it's gonna be unsafe?
When-when you have intercourse?
You see what I mean?
This is exactly what I'm saying.
Sometimes honesty and disclosure's
just not the best tack.
Look how upset you're getting.
I don't know any responsible parent
who-who wouldn't react this way.
Dad, for one.
Well, then you don't know your father
as well as you think you do.
Okay.
Mm-hmm.
Where are you going?
I have a test to study for.
Cassidy.
(phone ringing)
(sighs)
(phone beeps on)
Hello?
Did you see it?
Yes, and please don't pretend
this doesn't bother you.
BRIDGES: Oh, oh.
It bothers me. I just don't know
what to do about it... yet.
Did-did Cassidy tell you about this?
No. You?
No. Nash, the thought
of our little girl naked all over the city...
Yeah. Well, look, Lisa, I'd like to get into this right now,
but I'm kind of right in the middle of something.
I'm sorry, Nash. I'm just...
This thing has got me so upset.
Look, I'll stop by the first chance I get,
as soon as possible.
Thanks.
(phone beeps off)
LANDLORD: Are you sure he's not in there?
I haven't seen him leave today.
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
If he is, he hasn't answered the phone.
(whispers): Okay. Stand back over there.
(whispers): Give me the key.
(gunshot)
Oh, and a howdy do to you, too.
Call the department shrink.
I want to find out what we're dealing with
in terms of this guy.
If he's a psycho, or if he's got a specific agenda,
or if he's just generally pissed off.
You okay? Was that meant for me?
Well, I don't think he knew I was coming.
Did you say he was behind in the rent? Yeah.
Well, I don't think he meant for you to spend it,
but he's paid up.
DOMINGUEZ: Nash?
Yeah.
You'd better see this.
Check it out.
BRYN: Wow.
That's Lorraine.
(Bridges sighs)
Let's go see Robbins.
His nightmare just got worse.
So you had no idea your daughter was involved with this Ford guy?
No.
She's 20 years old.
She does her own thing.
Phil, was, uh, Lorraine pissed at you for any reason?
Oh, come on, Nash.
You got a teenager.
They rebel.
I'm lucky if she says hello to me anymore.
Okay, look, she's not coming home,
so where's she gonna go?
Uh, she's got this guy, she wants to be treated nice.
Where would she make him take her?
I don't know.
I don't know!
Is something wrong with Lorraine?
Hi.
You must be Amanda.
Is this about James?
What do you know about James?
Uh, yeah, it's about James.
Um, hi. I'm Nash.
Hmm. How are you?
This is my partner, Joe. We're friends
of your dad's.
So, you know James, huh?
Yeah.
James is like, uh, Lorraine's boyfriend, isn't he?
Yeah.
Was he here today, honey?
It's all right, you can tell us. We're all friends here.
So, did you hear from Lorraine?
What did she say, Amanda?
Amanda,
(sighing): Lorraine needs our help,
'cause this guy that she's with--
this James guy-- he's not a good guy.
In fact, he's very dangerous.
So, if you talked with her,
I need you to tell me what she said.
She told me not to.
(laughing): I'll bet she did.
Did she say where she was calling from?
No.
You sure, honey?
A motel.
That's good.
See there-- you helped us.
Thanks.
(tires squealing)
(laughing)
(stereo playing pop song)
I told you, baby.
ELLIS: Uh, excuse me.
Who's driving? (horn honking)
(laughs)
So, what kind of car did you say you drive?
Porsche Carrera 4S.
My wife drives a Range Rover.
It's red.
Very smart color.
Good resale value.
Yeah, we just got back from a year on the road with my band.
Yeah, I thought I recognized you.
You like this car? Sure.
Well, here's the deal.
I got to get my money back from this so-called friend of mine.
The problem is, this dude doesn't want to give it back.
Turn right just up here, then go left on...
Don't backseat drive, Harlan.
Well, the sooner we get there, the sooner we...
Shut up! So here's the plan.
We'll look for this guy, give him a little bit of a scare.
You into that?
A little thrills and chills?
We really need
to go back to the dealership.
(tires squealing)
(grunts)
What's wrong?
Get out.
Yeah. Yeah.
(tires squealing)
All right, let's, uh... let's put this back together.
They robbed the grocery store at what, 10:35, 10:40?
Yeah, I clocked it at 10:37.
And then they dumped the car four blocks later.
Okay, and according to Amanda,
Lorraine called her from a motel at around 11:00.
Means they couldn't have gone more than what,
five or six blocks?
Mm-hmm. Canvass all the hotels
in the ten-block radius of where we found the car.
Put out the photos.
If they're on foot, somebody had to have seen them.
Maybe they had a second car.
No, they wouldn't have left the gun in the trunk.
They're on the run, and I don't think
they have that clear a plan.
No, it's just gonna make them that much more difficult to find.
(dog barking outside house)
You know, I wonder
if Inger and I are gonna have a little boy or a little girl.
You know, I mean, with a little boy, you can,
you know, kind of initiate him into the club, you know?
With a little girl, I think,
you're gonna spend most of your time
kind of protecting them from the club, you know?
Whoa, bubba, you are not wrong there.
But let me tell you something.
When they put that little bundle in your arms,
and you see that sweet, little, innocent face looking up at you,
oh, brother, you are done.
You will have absolutely no problem
that you got a little girl.
Life, as you know it, will be changed forever.
But believe me,
it's sweet as hell, brother.
What?
Nothing.
It's right behind me, isn't it?
Uh, pretty much, yeah.
(tires squealing)
(knocking)
Knock, knock.
LISA: Hi.
Hey, Lisa.
Okay, where is she?
She stormed off to the library.
Oh, she stormed off?
And just what is it she has to be angry about?
Apparently, she didn't like it when I found her condoms.
What condoms?
The ones she plans to use when she and Freddie have sex.
Oh, um... you have anything to read?
On the coffee table.
I'll be reading and, uh, eavesdropping from over here.
I don't believe this.
Should've had a boy, Nash Man.
Probably would've been buying him condoms yourself.
That's true.
That is not true. That is not true.
Look, I-I damn near collide with a-a naked photograph
of my daughter plastered all over
the side of a bus this morning,
and I come over here to talk to you about it, and suddenly,
we're discussing condoms?
I-I don't want to know about this, all right?
Don't involve me in this, either.
You're out of it!
Okay.
You know what the average age of a young girl
to lose her virginity in this country is?
Are we talking to you?
It's in here.
I don't care.
(sighs)
God, I didn't think it was that young.
Fine. Fine.
All right, what are we gonna do?
What do you want to do, Nash?
Rip down every poster in the city?
Erase the memory of everyone who's seen it?
Now, those are good ideas.
You should be writing those down.
Why don't you just lock her in her room
till she gets married? (laughs)
Just, uh, trying to help.
(cell phone ringing)
Nash.
Uh-huh.
All right, all right, we're on our way.
They found the motel.
You tell her that I want to talk to her as soon as possible.
I hope that you have a chance to calm down before you do.
I am calm.
Am I not calm?
Of course I'm calm.
I'll see you later.
Hey, Mr. Bridges.
Joe.
Hey, it's Freddie.
Bad time?
I'll come back.
No, no, no.
Come on in.
Just didn't recognize you.
With your clothes on.
The can.
You know, uh, psychologists will tell you
a messy house indicates low self-esteem.
This ain't messy.
It's been tossed by a professional.
Who?
Robbins.
He's working the case ahead of us.
Bastard.
Run a reverse directory on all these numbers.
You got it.
Did he happen to say anything else
after you gave him the phone numbers?
No, he just looked at them and made a call and left.
He seemed to be in a pretty big hurry.
Uh, this other detective,
was he kind of good-looking guy, rugged, in his 40s?
That's him.
Thank you. You've been a great help.
It's Robbins.
I mean, what's the deal, he doesn't trust us?
Nah, he's scared.
Oh-one-six-oh is Robbins.
Oh-one-two-three is a video store
on ninth between Irving and Lincoln.
Get over to Robbins' place.
If he's there, sit on him till I get there.
(engine starts) Okay.
Hi. Sorry to rush you, but we're closing early
for inventory, like, right now, so...
Great, thanks.
Hi, folks. Closing for inventory.
Sorry. Thanks.
Oh, Encino Man!
Hey, I loved it.
In fact, why don't you take it.
On the house. Great.
Thanks for you business.
Great. Enjoy that movie.
Bye-bye, now.
Hey, hey-hey, ho-ho-hold it, hold it.
What-what are you doing?!
What the hell are you doing?!
Larry!
It's me, baby!
Sorry.
No guns. Just for me.
Now, is that any way to greet your brother's ex-partner, huh?
I didn't know you were out.
They let me out early, for good behavior.
I'm totally reformed, completely rehabilitated.
Can you believe it?
What do want, man?
Nothing much.
My money. I don't have your money.
Somebody does.
Carl, perchance?
Sweetie pie, come here, hold this.
Put it right there.
If he moves, close your eyes and squeeze.
Better not move, Larry bo-barry.
James, come on, man!
Where's my money? Where's Carl?
Is this his store?
He probably bought it with my share of the money.
See, you guys shafted me,
and now I'm gonna shaft you back.
I want my hundred Gs,
or I'm gonna toast this place, and you're going with it.
How does that sound?
Where's Carl, Larry?
I don't know.
I'd tell you; I don't.
That's too bad.
Really, that's a shame.
Sweetie, go pull the car around back.
Don't park too close.
Don't want it to burn.
Nice shoes.
(tires screeching)
(engine stops)
Whoa! That's a big flame.
You're gonna do this, aren't you?
Unless you tell me where your brother Carl is,
you're toast.
He's got a club.
It's club Ecstasy.
It's a roving club.
It's in a different place every night.
And tonight?
It's where TSF used to be.
On Folsom street at midnight.
Listen, I got some of the money left over.
If-if you let me go, I'll give it to you.
I didn't do anything to you, James.
Get it.
(car horn honking)
(tires screeching)
What, do you think I'm dumb?
(grunts)
Let's go.
See anything?
Yeah, there's a sale on Pauly Shore movies.
They're in there.
Go around back.
Lorraine!
Oh, my God, that's my dad!
(automatic gunfire)
Nice to finally meet you, sir!
What are you doing?!
Stop it!
What are you doing?!
Phil, get the hell out of there!
Nash, don't shoot!
Go get the car, leave the door open.
I'm driving.
But, James, they're gonna shoot us!
They're not gonna shoot you, Lorraine.
You heard your daddy, didn't you?
Now, move it. Move it, move it, move it!
Lorraine, move!
Lorraine!
They're bailing. (car engine starts)
Let's narrow their options a little. Come on.
Damn, they're blocking us.
(tires screeching)
That's my dad!
Get down or we're all dead!
(tires screech)
(crash)
Bastards!
Don't anybody think about lighting a cigarette!
That means nobody!
What the hell's this guy up to Nash?
Whatever it is, it's personal.
Did you get an ID on the clerk?
Oh, yeah, Larry Fortela.
Why does that name sound familiar?
Because there was a Carl Fortela on Ford's yellows.
Bryn, find out everything you can about the Fortelas
and what their connection is with Ford.
(clamoring outside) And any other names that pop up on that list,
I want the phone numbers and addresses, tout de suite.
What the hell is that?
DOMINGUEZ: Uh, that would be our various
TV action news crews, uh,
covering the city-wide rampage.
BRIDGES: All right.
Well, let's keep this Fortela business under our hats
until we find out what their connection is with Ford.
I want to get ahead of this guy, and when we do,
I do not want to find a camera in my face.
You got it.
(cell phone ringing)
Nash.
CASSIDY: Hi, Daddy.
Oh, hi, Cassidy.
Mom said you wanted to talk to me.
Well, yes, that would be correct.
Hold on for one second.
I'm gonna go deal with Cassidy about this poster business.
I'll meet you back at the SIU.
Okay. Be easy on her.
I'll be calm.
(clamoring)
Are you at home?
All right, listen, I'm gonna have to call you back.
Hold on one second. Inspector Bridges,
tell us, what do you know about the suspects in this case?
Nothing at this time, Sherry.
Thank you all very much. Yeah.
Look, you're not gonna give me
the same lecture that mom did, are you?
No, no, no, no, no.
She was driving the pace car.
Meet me at Hammet's in 15 minutes. Okay.
Do you think these were the same suspects
from the Wilson Supermarket hold-up?
Sherry, I have no comment at this time, thanks.
(tires screeching)
You killed him.
I had to.
You didn't have to.
Lorraine, he was going for a gun.
He would've killed me, and you, too, probably.
No.
No, I don't believe that.
Lorraine, don't be blind.
These guys set me up, stole my money.
He had an Uzi, and he would've used it.
What I did was justifiable homicide.
Even the cops will tell you that.
So now what?
You gonna kill this guy Carl, too?
I'm not into killing people.
I just want what's mine.
So...
are you in with me or not?
Okay, let's have it.
You want to explain to me what the hell you were thinking
when you decided to pose nude in a poster that you knew
would be plastered all over town?
They asked me to do it, it was for a good cause, so I did it.
It was an artistic expression.
It was a chance to make a difference.
Uh-huh.
Couldn't you write a poem or something?
Please don't patronize me.
If you were so certain in your convictions,
why didn't you discuss it
with your mother and I before you did it?
Excuse me, but when did this become about you and mom?
Hi, what can I get you?
Um, iced tea please.
Aren't you the girl that did that...?
Yes, she is, thank you.
All right.
Did Freddie put you up to this?
No. I asked him.
Oh, you ask him, but you couldn't ask me for permission?
I didn't think I needed your permission.
Well, you damn sure do.
Daddy, you always taught me to make the best decision possible
with what I know at the time.
That's exactly what I did.
If I had it to do again, I'd do the same thing.
I'm sorry if you can't handle that.
So, you were calm, right?
Oh, yeah, I was, uh, fairly calm.
Larry Fortela-- rest in peace-- did a nickel for B and E
at Chino before he got into the video biz.
His more prosperous brother Carl was accused in a $400,000 heist
three years ago with our man James Ford.
Carl beat the rap, and the money was never recovered.
So James goes to prison and the Fortela brothers
go joyriding with his cut of the cash, hmm? Mm-hmm.
Now I'm starting to understand
that little gasoline business there at the video store.
Any, uh, whereabouts on Carl Fortela?
Mm, last-known address was with a girlfriend in the Haight,
but the manager says he hasn't
been around for a couple of months. Hmm.
If Ford is looking to settle a score with Carl Fortela
and he's having trouble finding him, we will, too.
Mmm, yeah.
I'll run down what I can.
Uh, we gonna go see the girlfriend?
Unless you got a better idea.
Uh, her name is Yasmin.
She works at a fish store called Tropaquaria on Ashbury.
Tropaquaria.
I suppose I could go see the girlfriend
and, you know, you could stay here.
Why, what am I gonna do?
Hi.
Bye.
Hi.
I guess your talk with Cassidy could've gone better.
What are you, uh, crisis intervention?
She's sulking.
(sighs)
I'd rather take a beating.
Could I buy you a cup of really, really bad coffee?
Mm-hmm.
Oh, boy.
I used to tell my mother I was going
to the movies with Patti, (chuckles)
and then we'd wind up in the backseat
of that junky car of yours.
Hey, wait a minute, that wasn't a junky car.
(laughs) That was a '57 Chevy
with a tuck and roll interior, four on the floor.
Besides, this isn't the same thing.
Oh, how is it different?
Well, for one thing,
no one was trying to take a picture of us
and plaster it on the side of a damn bus.
Would we have said no if somebody had wanted to?
Huh.
Think about it, Nash.
What is Cassidy doing that we didn't do at her age?
Lisa, I don't want to be thinking, at my age,
about what Cassidy was doing
that what we did when she's her age.
Well, all right.
What do we do?
I don't know.
Maybe you should talk to her again,
try to be, you know, a little more accepting.
Accepting?
I'm not sure that I...
Five bucks a pop, right?
What?
Uh, nothing.
It's a joke.
Some idiot circulated a memo around
saying that he'd pay cash for those.
So, you mean, you're not.
No, it's a prank!
Oh.
Well, some of the guys in the squad wanted them.
Hold it.
How many you got?
Five and a half.
Top half.
Under your hat.
Let's see it.
Well, you have to admit,
she looks beautiful.
And it's actually kind of tastefully done.
Keep working the phones, try all those numbers,
see if any of her friends have heard from her.
Hi.
I'm sorry I walked out on you this morning.
We don't do things that way.
I'm sorry I got so mad.
Let's just put it behind us?
Fair enough.
Sweetheart, I'm a little busy right now,
but I do want to talk to you about this some more.
Can we talk later?
Wherever.
Uh, hey.
Thanks for coming down.
Bye.
Hey, Cassidy.
Bye, Joe.
So, uh, she forgive you, huh?
We're in negotiations.
That's good.
Un regalo.
What the hell is that?
Siamese fighting fish.
And what am I supposed to do with them?
Put them in a tank, I guess.
That's the price I had to pay to Carl Fortela's ex
before she'd tell me where he was.
And?
Uh, he owns a nightclub called Ecstasy.
Problem is, it's one of those roving deals, it moves around.
Stay here. I gotta use the head.
You got a can?
All right.
(phone ringing)
Carson speaking.
Nash,
phone call. It's Lorraine. Put a trace on it.
Joe, one, two, three.
Nash.
You've got to help me.
He's crazy. He killed Larry.
and then, um... and I think he's gonna kill Carl, too.
Lorraine, where are you?
(sobbing): I don't know.
I'm... I'm at some gas station.
Where's James?
He's in the bathroom.
Please, you have to help me.
I didn't know he was gonna kill Larry.
I thought we were just gonna go have some fun.
I'm not into anything that hurts people,
and I'm definitely not a killer.
Pl-Please, you have to help me.
Lorraine, I want you to calm down and just work with me.
Look around you, what do you see?
You see a street sign, a, a building, a landmark?
Well, I see the piers, and, uh, and I can see the Bay Bridge.
That's good. Do you see the Clock Tower?
Yeah. How far are you from it?
Please, I've got to go.
I think he's gonna come.
Lorraine, just drop the phone, don't it hang up, and walk away.
(car door closes)
Nice car, man.
(gun cocking)
We're working on it.
(two gunshots)
(glass shattering)
Gunshots.
Have Dispatch call me in the car.
We're here along the Embarcadero.
Police have finally arrived at the gas station.
Sources inside the department have now confirmed for me
one person has been shot and is dead.
And this car is confirmed to be the one stolen
from the luxury car dealer earlier in the day
by the suspects otherwise known as the Rampage Suspects.
The body of the gas station attendant
is still on the ground behind me.
Are these all the rave clubs that are up and running tonight?
If it's sticky, loud and illegal, it's on this map.
And I'm a little more worried about crowded.
If he gets Carl Fortela in his sights,
he's not gonna care who else goes down.
In fact, he might even like
taking out a whole room full of people.
It's gotta be this one. It's only a couple miles away.
You think they're on foot?
They might've taken the attendant's car.
We're just waiting for confirmation of that right now.
She called you.
We got it under control, Phil.
She called you, right?
(police siren wailing)
Man, she's scared.
She's in over her head and she knows it.
I want to help.
I'll follow your lead, I'll do whatever you say,
but I got to do something.
You know I'm a good cop.
Use me.
Don't shut me out, Nash.
All right, let's go.
(crowd laughing, whooping and clamoring)
Phil, you and Bryn stay out here and watch the front.
Nash.
Hey, whoa, whoa, I don't care who your friend is. Excuse me, excuse me.
You're not getting in. Now get back. We're here to see Carl.
And he'll want to see us.
All right, follow me.
(techno pop playing)
BOUNCER: I'll find where Carl is at.
BRIDGES: Okay.
*
Oh, man!
Do I believe this?
Yeah, from the looks of this crowd,
Cassidy's gonna end up saving more lives than we do tonight.
Well, now that's encouraging.
He's on the roof.
Thanks a lot.
Hey, Carl.
Damn, it's nice to see you again.
James.
You, beat it.
I didn't know you were out.
Let's get the money and go.
You heard the lady, didn't you, Carl?
What, you want your money?
What do I owe you, a hundred Gs?
*
Tonight's gate.
Turn it around.
Ten Gs.
I'll get you the rest.
(automatic gun firing)
(panicked screaming)
Hey, hey, whoa, whoa!
You're Carl, aren't you? Yeah.
Good.
Well, Carl, I want you to hang out right here,
until we get time for you, all right?
Let's go.
(panicked shouting)
Bryn, Phil, he's headed out the front.
Nash Man, he's headed out the back.
I want to keep Robbins away from the kid.
Check on the girl, I'll grab the back.
(sobbing)
(automatic gun firing)
(panicked screaming)
(automatic gun firing)
Don't move!
Daddy?
Put your weapon on the ground.
Slowly.
You wouldn't want to hurt your daughter's boyfriend
now, would you?
No!
Lorraine...
They'll take you down to lockup.
You can expect to spend the night there.
There'll be an arraignment in the morning.
You'll be charged with aiding and abetting a felony robbery,
and possibly as an accomplice to murder.
Inspector Bridges' sister works in the District Attorney's office.
She might be able to get a break for you.
I'll do what I can.
You know that.
(sniffling)
I understand.
(car door closes)
(car engine starts)
(sighs heavily)
(indistinct police radio transmission)
Cassidy?
Daddy?
Hi. Hi.
Just making some hot chocolate.
You want some? No. No, thanks.
I gotta get home and check on Nick.
I just stopped by for a minute.
(sighs heavily) What's wrong?
I think I missed the boat on this one.
I see what you were going for with the poster...
and... I think it was brave
and artistic...
(chuckling): ...and kind of wonderful.
I'm sorry I didn't talk to you and Mom about it sooner.
Aah, forget about it.
I love you.
And I love who you are.
Thank you.
Good night.
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