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That's how you release the clip.

Got it?

Yeah, I think so.

Whoa, man!

Don't ever do that to me!

Sorry, I thought I could save you. I don't care if the thing's wearing a

condom. And nobody's safer on a loaded gun.

75 bucks, I throw in the first clip.

Small price to pay to get rid of a bully.

It's the only place Conan doesn't check when he shakes me down. Pretty smart,

huh? I'll be back.

Eight and a half.

Eight.

Six.

Six? Come on.

God's such a doll.

He's talking about personality.

This is strictly a superficial, hormonally -based scoring system.

You are so politically incorrect.

Like they don't do it to us.

Ah, now there's a ten.

Uh -uh.

Nine and a half.

Still in high school.

Automatic half -point deduction.

Ah, well, that didn't stop you from performing a tonsillectomy on him after

week's football game.

Kyle threw the winning touchdown.

That's what the memo called for.

Hey, if the play works, call for it again.

Uh -oh.

Here comes the president of the Jesse Palermo fan club. If it wasn't for Josh,

you wouldn't have passed algebra.

Hey, guys.

How's it going? Everybody pretty psyched for the bonfire tomorrow night?

Should be epic.

Yeah.

So, um, Jess, I was gonna ask you, since my mom is, um, gonna let me borrow her

minivan this weekend.

Um, actually, you know what? I gotta get to Trig. I'll talk to you about it

later.

Can you say socially in half?

I've been looking for you, Tibmans.

Why wasn't that S in my locker this morning?

Sorry, Conan.

All right, get away from me, Conan.

What are you doing, man? This thing is loaded.

Can you really pull the trigger?

Yeah, if you make me.

You better start sleeping with your new toy, Josh.

Because as soon as I find you without it, everything I've ever done to you is

going to seem like a trip to Disneyland.

Go to hell.

Everybody,

stay down. Don't move.

Call an ambulance.

Everyone bags on my town.

The sand at sea, it works for me.

Take a look around, just another day.

more than me.

Anybody makes me free.

Stop it.

What is down?

Just another day.

You shouldn't be moving so soon after losing so much blood.

Dad, I'm fine, okay?

I need you to transfer, Jan.

To where? A convent?

Might be appropriate. If it's only by the grace of God, you won't kill today.

Or yesterday?

Or the day after that?

Dad, you think a stray bullet can't hit me anywhere?

I'm sorry, honey.

It's okay.

Now you know how I feel every time someone takes a shot at you.

A bullet can travel through that wall, the next classroom, through another

and still have enough energy to kill a person in the hallway.

Statistically, you're more likely to die from a gun that accidentally goes off

than one pointed in anger.

I'm sorry, sir. Are we boring you?

Oh, no, not at all.

Actually, I think I speak for the whole class when I say I'm glad we got you

guys. Better one of those motorcycle jerks.

That'll be enough, Mr. Riker.

Don't mind Dean.

He was voted most likely to be incarcerated.

Bottom line here is this. If you see a gun, report it.

Thank you, students, for your time.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry. I was a little bit late this morning. No problem. We've just finished

up. Class is yours.

Nice tie, teach.

Good morning.

Is this Intermediate Economics?

Yeah, for remedial substitute teachers.

Lieutenant.

Is that the one?

Yeah. Found it in a trash barrel.

Paladin 380. It definitely fired the bullet that hit Jesse.

But it's been wiped print of prints.

No serial number.

No. Let me just make...

Uh, 11 for us in the last month.

Citywide, over 100.

Chief, a gun like this is only made for one thing.

Killing people.

I want to know where they're coming from.

Paladin Engineering Company.

They're over on Jefferson.

Thanks for moving so fast on us, Corey.

So, what do we know about the economy of...

...anybody?

It's got about as much to do with real life.

As you do.

Okay, let's say you're on a date.

You take your date to the movies. What do you do? Do you buy large popcorn or

two small popcorns? Is this like one of those dangerous minds moments where the

teacher tricks the troubled student into helping him prove his point?

The answer is no, and for two reasons.

The first is that Michelle Pfeiffer is much better looking than I am.

And the second, in the movie, even the troubled student was smart enough to

realize when somebody was trying to help him.

People realize that tomorrow we're going to talk about... Mind if I carry your

books? Hey, you guys know how Jessie's doing?

She just got shot.

How do you think she's doing?

She'll be fine. It's just a gnarly flesh wound.

I can't believe I actually hit her.

Hey, you were by Conan.

Yeah, that's where everybody said the shots came from.

Did Conan do it? Did he shoot Jessie?

Um, I gotta get going. If you guys see Jessie, would you tell her I'm sorry?

got hurt.

Kid Timmons?

Yeah, I didn't do anything, Dean. Look, I may not be a bed -wetting cyberpunk

like you, but it's pretty easy to figure out what happened.

It was an accident, all right?

Look, just give me back the gat, keep your mouth shut, and we'll call it even.

don't have it. I threw it in the trash can.

Are you out of your freaking mind?

It's okay. I wiped my prints off.

Venom. Any five -o come creeping on me, I'm gonna know who sent him.

Got it?

Serial numbers weren't filed off that weapon, Mr. Kavanaugh. Never even

with any. Look, I conformed every ATF regulation down to the very smallest

print. I don't care if you dot every I and crossed every T.

These guns are still getting out of here.

I can't explain it, but I guarantee I'll get to the bottom of it.

I'd appreciate it.

See, this gun shot my daughter at school yesterday.

Is she all right?

Yes. Thank you.

If I prove these are going out your back door, I'll shut you down for good. That

includes jail time.

You must keep weapons at home, Lieutenant.

I know where you're going with that, and you can spare me the guns don't kill

people, Rob.

But it's true.

All right, try it as it sounds.

People kill people. Let's be accurate, Mr. Kavanaugh.

People with paladins kill people.

Triple, right?

Yeah. You're free.

Thanks a lot. See you later. Yeah.

I'm just not in the party mode.

But that's what a party's for.

To make you feel better.

You hook up with a cute guy?

Sorry to be a drag, but the thought of kicking her on the sand with a bunch of

drunk kids acting like idiots. Forgive me for interrupting your rant.

But what? Just because you got shot, now all your friends are stupid and all the

things you used to do are dumb?

You know what I need?

I need to know who shot me, okay?

Talk to Josh.

Why, what does he have to do with this?

He was standing there Conan and his barbarians when you got hit.

So what?

The shot came from that direction.

And the way Josh has been acting, I know he knows who did it.

He's just too scared as hell.

Oh.

He won't be too scared to tell me.

Dean Riker, 19.

Number one on CC's list so far of possible gun dealers.

Left back in third grade, three stints in juvie, all for violent assault.

At 15, he said to 38, under his shop teacher's notice, for giving him a C on

napkin holder.

Yeah, that happens.

You all right, Lieutenant?

That bullet would have been a few inches over.

But it wasn't. Hey, you're the one who taught me not to dwell on might have

been.

Not me I'm worried about, Corey.

My daughter's only 16 years old.

We could be able to be a kid for a few more years.

But now he can't, because now he understands how easy it is to die.

You said this Dean has an alibi during the shooting?

Yeah, um, a guidance counselor named Marla Ellis.

She told T .C. that she was talking to him when it happened.

You tell T .C. to keep an eye on Dean.

If he's not our gun dealer, he'll know who is.

There's still silence that's falling over the crowd here at the 18th Green at

Agatha.

The worldwide audience watches as the phenom, T .C. Calloway, the king of the

ice, in his veins, lines up what could be the winning puck for this year's

Masters.

He stands over the ball.

Oh, it sends it on its way.

The break is there, and oh, no, he loses. It's Tiger Woods. Repeat.

Wait.

He wins.

Mind if I play through?

Not at all.

It's a silly game anyway.

But I thought it was a religion.

Only on Sundays.

And you're practicing your stroke?

It's all about hip rotation.

You look so cute this morning dressed as a teacher.

It brought out all schoolgirl fantasies.

On behalf of teachers everywhere.

You know, I know of a place that's a little hotter than this fire.

Will you say it?

Erica, I don't know if I love you, but you're the closest thing to it.

Do you think you could love me?

Oh, yeah, there's no doubt.

We just have to keep getting closer.

Claremont, want to compare scars in the dark?

Conan, I lost blood, not my brain.

How are you feeling?

I'll be back in school tomorrow.

You're a tough chick, Jessie.

I've seen plenty of guys get shot, spend the next month crying, having

nightmares. Come on, Dean. Go for that swim.

How you doing, Jess?

Oh, barely hurt.

Swing's just presented me. It'll be up tomorrow.

You know, I'm glad I am okay.

Yeah, besides the fact that I'm freezing to death.

There's got to be somewhere around here we can go to get warm.

Well, I got my mom's minivan.

Perfect.

I've always liked you, Jessie.

I've always liked honesty.

I'd do anything for an honest man.

I'm honest, Jess. Always. I'd never lie to you.

Really?

So tell me, who shot me?

How would I know that?

Everyone says you were there.

Was it Conan?

One of his idiot friends?

Come on, Josh.

I know you know.

What are you going to do? Have your dad arrest him?

No way.

I just want to know.

Wouldn't you?

So, tell me, Josh.

Who shot me?

I didn't mean to. I got this gun because Conan was messing with me at school

and... You shot me?

I'm sorry, Jess. It was an accident.

Get out of here.

What? Get out now!

Jess,

I'm sorry, okay?

If I could take it back, I would.

Just leave me alone.

Did you sleep okay, honey?

Not really.

You should have some breakfast, huh?

Dad, I was shot, not declared nutritionally deficient. All right.

You don't have to go to school today, huh?

Not until you're ready.

Ready for what?

Ready how?

I'm going to take care of this, Jesse.

I promise you, I'm going to find out who did this to you, okay? Huh?

Listen, you, uh, she's going to be going undercover at your school this week, so

I need you to behave as normally as possible. Otherwise, you might

him and...

Jesse.

Put it away, please.

Hey, I'm sorry.

I already know who did it, Dad.

I know who shot me, Dad.

Mr. Palermo, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to shoot Jesse. It was an accident.

Please don't hurt me.

No one's going to hurt you, Josh.

Sit down.

Mr. Timmons didn't give us any trouble, Lieutenant. He also has expressed his

desire to cooperate.

Your parents are on their way with a lawyer.

Just want you to relax, take some deep breaths.

Jesse's like my favorite person. I would never hurt her. You've got to believe

me. I do.

She told me the situation.

You're not going to go to jail?

Right now, you're not being charged with anything.

But I do want to know where you got the gun.

I can get you anything. Not just guns, drugs, whatever.

A name.

I need a name, Josh.

His name is Dean.

Dean Riker.

Hey.

Don't ever do that to me, man.

I let you sleep through class because it is the easiest way to keep you from

disrupting it.

Now it's time to go, Mr. Riker.

Better smarten up, Mr.

Substitute, man.

Want to finish the rest of the week on a high note?

Don't be my enemy.

Hold on.

PC said Dean was heading to another class, huh? Yeah, in another building.

Let's see if we can spot him before he gets inside.

Lieutenant, there he is.

Police, stay where you are!

How do you look? Where'd it go?

373. My locker my senior year.

I got in trouble once for riding my bike through the hallway.

Then you might get a commendation.

I'll say nothing till my lawyer gets here.

He's not coming.

He says he doesn't represent you anymore.

Gotta pay those people, Dean.

Last arrest, you're too fast.

So give me a public defender.

I know my rights.

You know mine?

We'll be fine, Officer McNamara.

Wait in the hall.

Please.

19 is still in high school.

I'm assuming you can read.

Yeah, very funny.

You stole the gun to shot my daughter. I didn't know that was going to happen,

man.

Possession of an unregistered stolen firearm.

Felony.

Sale of a firearm to a minor.

Felony.

Accessory to an assault with a deadly weapon.

Felony. I want my lawyer.

It won't help, see? You're about to get a very unique education.

When someone in law enforcement takes a personal interest in a case, amazing

things can happen.

What do you want from me? I want my daughter to be able to go back to school

without being afraid.

I want her not to flinch when a kitchen cabinet slams behind her.

Look, I'll sue you if you hit me, man. Sit down!

Who's your source of the gun factory?

Forget it, man. He'll offer me if I rat him out. I want a name.

Look, this is a very bad dude we're talking about.

I am a very... bad dude.

I want his name. Hey!

Somebody help me!

My daughter has a whole other side because of you. I want his name.

Detective! Back off!

Back off! You're gonna give me a name!

Stay put!

You shouldn't be in there with him.

Go on.

See if I haven't ruined it.

I think I made contact.

I'd say so.

I don't know you.

Victor Chavieso.

Chavo Park, San Diego.

And I still don't know you.

Yeah?

We knew our friend.

Yeah, and I still don't know you.

Our mistake.

All right, what do you want?

There's a large need down south for some personal protection.

They can't be traced.

Dean Riker said you were the man.

That's my flavor of the month.

How much? How many?

Many, many.

Fifty apiece.

No serial numbers, no registration, and no ten -day waiting period.

What's the world coming to when a guy can shoot a cop's head back at school

next day?

Look at him.

He looks so pathetic.

He actually looks better than he did first period when I thought he was going

heave. I've got to feel sorry for him.

I sure hope you wouldn't be that charitable if it had been me he'd shot.

What's your dad going to do with Dean?

Well, his words exactly, prosecute to the fullest extent of the law.

I heard they're out for blood on any kid caught strapping at school.

What are they going to do, install metal detectors and post guards like we're

some high school in South Central?

All right, folks, no big deal. Go back to your classes.

Let's go, people.

Get to your class.

Man, do you see the look on your dad's face?

He'll have no fury like a father who's ticked off.

Jesse, you think maybe I could talk to you for a second?

Come on in.

I'm sorry, Jesse.

It sounds stupid, but I don't know what else to say right now.

Besides, I hope you don't hate me forever.

I don't hate you, Josh.

Actually, I never did.

So, um, did your dad ever let you shoot one of his guns?

A couple years ago, we went down to the range.

Cop -daughter bonding at its finest.

Yeah, I didn't know there was, like, so much kick in my whole arm.

Anyway, I'll let you get to class.

Josh, wait.

Look, I want to apologize, too.

You know, for leading you on like that.

Are you kidding me?

Besides getting enough community service to keep me busy until law school,

that's the only real punishment I got.

I deserve it. I didn't shoot you, after all.

You know what?

For the rest of my life, every time I look at that scar, I'll be thinking

you.

Turns out Harper was his first and last name, Lieutenant.

He came back off the gun he gave us. Nice parents, huh?

Harper, Harold Harper.

All the deadly weapons, attempted murder.

Four years EQ, three in Texas.

Get this gum off the tree.

Tomorrow, we got two black and white sound calls to back up.

What'd you get when you ran the factory worker's license plates?

Nothing. 16 and plus. It's like a church choir over there.

You could have stolen these guns months ago, Pop.

All right, okay. Listen.

Say, I want this guy's sword.

Thanks for lunch, Maddie. I'll get you tomorrow.

Hey, man.

I paid, you called back.

The police lieutenant thought I got shot, you moron. You're not supposed to

those guns to students.

It's too easy to trace back to me. Worry about the police.

Worry about me.

Now look at you.

I need a hundred more by tomorrow.

A hundred? No way.

Supposed to fit to get a long -distance tip that you're lifting guns out of the

back of Daddy's backpack.

It's the last time, all right?

No more after this.

Excuse me.

Hi.

If you're not a student, and that's my bet, you'll have to leave the campus.

It's not multiple choice, sir.

Anything you want to talk about?

No, just buy concert tickets from them. Still on for the dance hall crashers.

I'm more of a tenor's man myself.

You know, don't get me wrong, because he hides it.

I'll see you in class, okay?

Am I that old?

Look, since your visit two days ago, every single gun is accounted for. My

officers purchased this one on the street today. These four are confiscated

El Creo High School. One from the locker of a freshman with a severe emotional

disorder. What do you expect me to do?

Stop making them. Is that the answer? I mean, really?

Mr. Cavanaugh, without a serial number, how can we tell when a gun is produced?

That information can help us track it back to the thief.

Wait.

Ralph, notify the ATF. Not a single weapon is leaving here with a firing pin

from now on.

That's right.

Dual shipping.

We let the retail vendors install the firing pins.

Lowers our margins, but the safe is together.

So even if a weapon is stolen before it's stamped with a number... The gun

fire.

Victor said you're in leather today.

Mm -hmm. Leather pants, tight top, lots of jewelry.

Yep, my dangerous side peeking through.

When can I get a date with that girl?

In about 25 minutes.

So you've made contact with the gun dealer.

Harper, Harper.

Very bizarre.

Yeah, I know this guy.

He was at school hassling a kid.

Which kid?

Kyle something.

I can't remember all their names.

Corey's got the El Carrillo yearbook on her desk.

He's a senior.

Lettered in track and football.

Pretty smart student.

Here he is, Kavanaugh. Kyle Kavanaugh.

Kavanaugh?

The factory owner's last name was Kavanaugh.

Wait a minute.

Andrew Kavanaugh lives in a school district with an 18 -year -old son named

Kyle. I'd say we just found out how the guns are getting out.

Tomorrow we bring down Harper and hopefully get hard evidence on Kyle.

If he is responsible for Jesse getting shot, I want to make damn sure we build

case that's thick.

Leather, huh?

Guess what?

What?

Kyle is taking me to T1 this weekend.

I am so in love.

Be careful, Eve. I'd really hate to see you get hurt.

Jess? Why are you always such a downer?

I'm sorry.

I thought I was always such a friend. About everything.

And look at you.

And what is this CD?

Death by Boredom.

Do you ever think about dying?

Oh, my God.

Let's just turn the CD up real loud.

No, I'm serious.

Any of us could go at any time. Think about it.

Who shot me? The nicest, sweetest guy in the whole school.

Now, what does that tell you about our world today?

It tells me that you are so self -centered.

What?

Over here is the help, Jess.

Everybody already thinks you're cool for getting shot.

You don't have to do this martyr Shakespeare thing.

I can't believe you. I can't believe you.

I mean, your dad put my dad in jail, okay?

Why can't I have a little bit of happiness with Kyle and you'd be happy

Hey, honey.

Erica.

Hi.

You two going out tonight?

No. I got a little homework to do.

Oh, hey.

I'm here to pick up Erica.

Hey, Jeff.

Hi.

See you tomorrow.

One of your good friends, Jess?

Not really.

Looking for this?

So you can buy this?

How'd you know?

I know because I'm your friend.

And I'm a bitch.

Come on.

I bought it for you.

Thanks.

So, you, uh, want to go shoplift CDs?

kidding seriously i'll buy you one sort of a sorry you were shot and i'm an

insensitive selfish hag kind of gift well you're not a hag

No serial numbers?

Ooh, there's a baby's bottom, baby.

You wish.

Ready to go, Victor?

Is it Joe Carper? What?

See that? No firing pin.

See that?

They're worthless.

Keep the money. Stay right here. I'll be back.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to go see the man and get you your firing pin.

No firing pin?

We knew you wanted his connection, so we didn't make the bus.

He's got to be on his way to his supplier right now.

I know exactly where that would be.

You two get over to the Paladin factory in case I'm wrong.

Run away.

Dispatch, this is Lieutenant Fleur. I want to get a message through to

Calloway. Roger, 181.

When Anthony Palermo called, he said it's urgent.

Somebody named Harper is on his way over here.

Is something wrong, TC?

No, uh, everything's fine.

Hold on, people!

Scorsese will be back on Monday.

So I want to take this moment to thank you all very much for an enjoyable week

and to wish you all the best in your studies.

See you later.

Mr. Cavanaugh.

Can I talk to you a moment?

Sorry, I was late, Mr. Nelson. I had to run an errand for my father.

Delivering stolen handguns?

What? I'm a police officer, Kyle.

Your friend Harper's on his way here.

I don't know what you're talking about, man.

I realize this is a shock, but I want you to listen carefully.

There's still time to do this voluntarily and save yourself a whole

trouble down the street.

Am I under arrest?

Not at the moment.

Pending investigation.

but I am placing you into protective custody.

I don't need that.

Harper tried to sell those guns to a couple of other officers.

Now he's angry, Kyle, and he's coming for you.

Roughly.

Those little monsters are smarter than lawyers.

They lie better than perps in the paperwork.

So it was much worse.

Well, you got all weekend to recover.

Maybe I can help you with that.

Is this another one of your schoolgirl fantasies?

You think you know everything.

I'll bet he was some big stud who...

Could keep all the wild animals away from the campfire while teaching you

something sensitive like renaissance poetry.

I used to love watching him and his fiancée at the football games.

The way he treated her,

respected her as an equal, cared about her more than he did himself.

I liked the way he loved her.

You hope to find a guy like that someday?

I hope to keep him.

Hey, Dad.

I've done a lot of thinking about it, and I don't want to go to a private

school. I've missed my friends too much.

Well, then we'll consider this subject closed.

Thanks for being there for me, Dad.

I'm just sorry I had to grow up so fast, honey.

I wish you were still a little girl who has no idea how ugly the world can be.

Yeah.

Me too.

Listen, Jess, I want to apologize for crapping your style at school last week.

I know you get a little embarrassed when your old man shows up in his unison.

Come on, Dad.

I've never been more proud of you in my whole life.

Don't try to talk it down.

Why, everyone's back on my town.

Look and see.

It works for me.

Take a look around.

It's just another day in LA.

Anybody, she's more than me.

Anybody thinks she is free.

Someday, one in and down, just

another day.