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Dopey, Sneezy, Grumpy, Happy, Bashful, and Sleepy.

- That's only six. - What?

There's seven dwarfs, August.

All right.

Five seconds.

Four, three, two, one.

Doc. Doc.

Doc.

OK, that makes 285 for you, 284 for me.

Your turn.

Shoot.

Mac, how long have we been playing

this stupid movie trivia game?

Eight hours, 56 minutes, 22 seconds.

Wrong.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

That's the wrong answer.

Too long.

We've been playing this game too long.

You know what I've noticed about you recently?

What?

You get cranky on stakeouts.

I don't get cranky.

I just don't-- listen--

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ah, yes.

There she is.

Mrs. Tanglewood.

OK, Mrs. Tanglewood.

Now where is Mr. Tanglewood hiding?

I say we follow her, see if she leads us to Mr. Tanglewood.

Hit it.

And don't follow too close, OK?

August, I know how to follow someone without being noticed.

All right.

Ask me another question.

[beep] - See?

She's speeding up, man. I think she made us.

I told you not to follow too close.

I wasn't following too close.

All right, let's pull this speed demon

over before she kills somebody.

All right.

[siren]

All right, August.

Last question.

You get this right, you win.

[beep]

Name the 1982 movie that Dustin Hoffman received

an Academy Award-- whoa--

nomination for.

That's an easy one.

What?

I know this one, Mac, I know this one.

Well, then answer.

It was, uh--

whoa.

[crash]

Block her in.

Oh.

Whoa, whoa.

Hold on there, miss.

Hold on, hold on.

Come on, get up.

On your feet.

Mr. Tanglewood, I presume.

Ha, ha!

I've got it. - What?

"Tootsie."

It's "Tootsie." Ha.

I win.

Oh, well

August, that's not fair.

[theme music playing]

So this one student stands up and says, Professor

Benton, your Highness--

[laughter]

Your Highness.

Professor Benton, you say life is a series of random events.

And I say, yes, that's correct.

Our life is unpredictable, outside forces

beyond our control.

Eh.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You'll get your chance to respond.

Give me a chance now.

So this skinny kid takes his drink

and he pours it all over this huge guy

sitting right in front of him.

This guy is as a freight train.

So then the kid looks at me and he says,

hey, I'm about to get the crap kicked out of me.

Random? I don't think so.

I made it happen.

So what happened?

No, no, no.

I can finish this for you.

The skinny kid goes to the hospital with all his teeth

in his front pocket, right?

No, no.

The big guy burst out crying and runs out of the room.

Predictable?

I don't think so.

You should have learned a long time ago

not to debate me, Mr. Brooks.

Professor, I don't know why I keep coming back.

Well, you keep coming back for the same reason I do--

for the answers.

All right.

I've got an answer for you.

Life is a predictable string of events.

One action leading to the next leading

to the next leading to the next-- sort of like dominoes.

Ah.

So being struck by lightning is predictable?

Well, there's a certain window of predictability there.

I mean, meteorologists predict lightning storms, huh?

Yes, but can they predict who will be struck?

Yeah, that same window exists.

Some guy standing on a golf course with his club

up in the air or standing underneath the tallest

tree there or some guy on his roof

playing with his TV antenna.

I told you not to debate me, August.

But don't worry.

The idea that your life is out of your control is scary.

You want to know the secret?

React to the chaos around you with reason.

Here, this is for you.

Well, thank you very much, your Highness.

[laughter]

[radio police chatter]

[screech]

Stupid son of a--

easy, August.

Easy, easy.

He just wasn't paying attention.

You've seen it a million times before--

predictable and comfortable.

[alarm]

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

It was my fault. I should have been

watching where I was going.

Yes, you should have.

No!

[gunshots]

[car alarms]

POLICE RADIO: All units, we have a 211 suspect

on a red motorcycle wearing a flak jacket heading

north on Vermont at 9th.

Be advised, he's armed and dangerous.

All unit, code 4.

Suspect in custody 2100.

[siren]

Dispatch, this is 1-William-13.

I have a visual on that 211 suspect.

He's headed north on Vermont at 12th.

I am in pursuit.

POLICE RADIO: Copy.

Now I know why I let Max do all the driving.

[screech]

Dispatch, suspect is headed west on Olive.

All units respond.

How was your weekend partner?

Weekend was great, August.

San Francisco is beautiful this time of year.

What time you'd get in?

About 5 AM.

5 AM?

Why didn't you take a flight in last night, man?

Things came up.

Ah ha.

Nicole.

You been seeing her for, what?

About a month.

So I figure you're still at that I can't be away from you

for no more than 20 minutes stage.

I'm not.

Oh, yeah?

How many times have you called her since your shift started?

I don't know. I forget.

Can we get on with this now? - Yeah.

What's the story?

All right.

We've got two eyewitnesses say the perp entered the store

carrying two semi autos and what looks like grenades

strapped to his chest.

Anybody inside hurt?

Nobody inside, but for some reason,

he decided to come out here and shoot this guy in the head.

Do we have an ID on this guy yet, Mac?

What is it, August?

It's Professor Benton.

I just had lunch with him, Mac.

CHESTER MCDONALD: You never really

talk that much about him.

AUGUST BROOKS: Yeah, Larry and I had lunch every second Tuesday

of the month, you know?

We'd sit and talk philosophy for hours.

Philosophy?

Yeah.

It started after I took one of his classes

about six years ago.

He was an incredible teacher, Mac.

And we became good friends.

Right.

Listen, August, if you're too close to this,

maybe we should give it to Lawson.

No.

No, we stay on this.

Here you go, partner.

Thanks.

So what have we got, Lawson?

This was taken from a security camera

across the street from the store.

And there's our bad guy.

And there's the vic--

Mr. Benton.

He's got a brother in New York.

Someone has to give him a call.

The next of kin has been notified.

Jensen handled it.

Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

You know the funny thing is, Lawrence

believed in a random universe.

Run the tape back.

I'm sorry, August.

I heard you were very close.

Yeah.

Thanks a lot, Samantha.

What have we got?

Two slugs from a 9 millimeter.

Now this is what's interesting, guys.

I compared my notes with Quagmire

and the casings they recovered from the scene

are military issue.

Military issue?

Mm-hm.

Took two shots in the face.

Jeez, he died instantly.

There were no signs of a struggle--

no bruises, no scratches, but there was a hole in his hand.

He was trying to shield his face.

He saw it coming.

I promise you, Larry, there'll be nothing random

about me catching this guy.

When we do catch this guy, Mac, he's mine.

He disappeared once he went through that alley, captain.

Nothing but warehouses on the other side-- a maze of them.

Captain, a guy that rides like this-- you know, flashy--

I mean, somebody had to have noticed him.

All right.

I'll give you some more men to canvas the area.

Good, good.

In the meantime, I'm going to go check with the lab,

see if they could pick up anything from the tape.

Chase-- is he all right working this?

Yeah, captain.

This goes against my better judgment,

but if you'll vouch for him--

I'll vouch for him.

And Chase-- you're primary on this.

Keep a close eye on him.

Hey, August, something I want to show you.

What is it?

It's the latest thing in the world of communications.

A video phone.

Nicole and I were talking about how little we get

to see each other because she lives in San Francisco

and I live in Los Angeles.

So I bought two of these-- one for her, one for me.

That way we can talk to each other and see each other.

Cool, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's great, Mac.

Listen, you want to go grab a couple of burgers or something.

You hate burgers, Mac.

Besides, you'll probably be busy with your toy.

Well, you got my number, huh?

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, Mac-- thanks a lot, Mac.

GARY BENTON: Ah, excuse me.

Detective Brooks, I presume?

Yeah, our parents thought it was cute,

so they named us Larry and Gary.

People with twins always do that, you know?

Rhyme the names.

Thank you.

And the clothes, everything matched.

You know, Larry never mentioned that he had a twin.

Well, I'm not surprised.

We hated being twins.

Is that why you lived so far apart?

Well, we loved each other, but we

decided to go our separate ways, find our own identities

or something.

I moved to New York.

He came here.

Ah, so-- so many years ago.

You know, you must be starved after your flight.

Oh, maybe we could go to one of Larry's

favorite restaurants?

You know, he loved Maxwells.

Maxwells?

All right.

Let's go there.

Actually, I had lunch with him there yesterday

and it's a little--

Can you think of a better way to honor him than a visit

to his favorite restaurant?

You know, you're right.

Come on.

Let's go.

POLICE DISPATCH (SCANNER): 119, possible 211 at the corner

of Ventura and Van Eys.

Be advised.

Suspect is considered armed.

POLICE OFFICER (SCANNER): 10-4, 1-William-9 is in route.

ETA 4 minutes.

POLICE DISPATCH (SCANNER): Roger, 1-William-9.

1-William-12 is also responding.

[beep]

GARY BENTON: Ah, the pasta was excellent.

And the cappuccino?

Not bad for LA.

Ah, crayons.

What do you do, Gary?

I'm an artist.

Larry-- Larry couldn't draw a straight line,

but he was a great writer.

His books on life and chaos were revolutionary.

I know.

We had a debate on that point just before he died.

Why do people need to believe that life is

a logical structure of events.

I'll never understand that.

Oh, for various reasons.

I mean, for instance, my job as a detective

require I think that way.

You know, one clue leads to another, leads to another.

And using these detective techniques,

can you explain to me why my brother is dead?

No.

No, I can't.

The only way to deal with a random universe

is to revel in it, to become a part of it.

Maybe you should try looking for your answers there.

I remember Professor Benton used to say people

should react to the chaos of the world with reason.

Well, he was wrong.

Somebody ought to find the guy that shot Larry

and put a bullet in his head.

No trial, no judges.

Just a bullet in his head.

Under the present circumstances, I think Larry would agree,

don't you?

Hi.

You game?

That's right, girl.

Bingo.

Bring home the bacon for papa.

[alarm]

Willie Mathers?

AUGUST BROOKS: Thank you very much for your help, sir.

First check that block and then sweep this one, all right?

- OK. - Thanks a lot.

Sure.

Well, manager's dead.

The eyewitness said he took too long opening the display case.

Do we think it's the same guy?

Well, we got about a second of him

on tape before he blew out the cameras.

Same motorcycle helmet and flak jacket.

All right.

Hey, Mac.

Yeah?

Check out my man.

He knows what's happening in his corner all day, right?

Uh-huh.

Excuse me, sir?

Can we talk to you a second.

Now--

Out of the car now.

Get out.

Hey, what are you doing?

Why do we bother asking?

[siren]

There he is.

I see him.

Speed up, Mac. Speed up.

Speed up?

That's a first.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Mad Max, don't slow down.

Don't slow down!

August, listen-- I know how bad you want this guy, but--

Pay attention, Mac.

The guy is getting away.

Oh, come on, man.

Give it up, man.

I'm just a pimp.

I hate it when they make us chase them.

Whoa, whoa!

Mac, he's getting away.

[horn]

Ah!

Out of the car.

Out of the car!

Jewelry store block-- your turf, right?

Don't know what you're talking about.

You're standing there waiting for your hustle.

What did you see? - Nothing.

I was taking a long walk, came back, saw the activity.

Why'd you run?

I had an important appointment.

Come on, pal.

You going downtown. - No, no.

I ain't going to where.

That's my call, mister.

You ain't got nothing on me.

You just stole a car, punk.

I'm sure we take you down to the station,

we can dig up something on you.

Man like you, you must have plenty of outstanding warrants.

OK.

OK, I saw Willie Mathers running from the store.

You know this guy?

He was a regular.

He like-- he liked one of my girlfriends.

What was his girlfriend's name?

Lucy Love.

I met him a couple of times.

He had bald hair.

He had some crazy not all there look in his eyes.

Not someone you want to mess with.

You know, I hate it when you punks run, you know that?

CHESTER MCDONALD: Nicole?

NICOLE: Hello?

Nicole?

I hate this thing.

Hello?

Nicole?

Hello?

Can you-- hello?

Nicole?

NICOLE: Can you see me?

I-- I can't see you.

Honey, I'll call you back on a regular phone, all right?

Stupid thing.

Not seeing her is killing you, isn't it?

Give me that.

OK.

You got a minute, Romeo?

We just got that background check back on Willie Mathers.

And?

He's a former Green Beret, trained in everything

from search and destroy to jungle recon.

He was given a medical discharge in 1990.

Medical discharge?

Doesn't say what he was sick with.

Doesn't even have a picture of him.

Well, Annie's working on updating that file,

but he was a Section 8.

He was discharged for mental illness.

From what we can gather, he threatened

to blow up one of his bunk mates for snoring too loud.

Any priors?

Yeah.

Well, that's the good part.

He was arrested in 1991 for robbing a convenience

store with a grenade.

Given 10, released after 5.

Great.

So we have an insane and highly trained killer on the loose.

Well, hopefully he won't be on the loose for very long.

Parole board gave us an address.

Freeze! Freeze!

Get down!

Get down on the ground!

Now, on the ground.

Put your hands out there!

Get on your feet.

On your feet!

Get up, get up!

Where'd you think you were going, pal?

Huh? - What the hell do you want?

Why'd you kill the old man?

What old man?

I'm going to ask you once again, Willie.

I'm not Willie.

Why don't I believe you, pal?

One more time.

Look, man, I'm just crashing here.

Talk to me.

Stand down, Brooks.

What?

It's not our man.

Get him out of here.

NICOLE: Chase, there's something I need to tell you.

Shoot.

NICOLE: I, uh-- well, uh--

Chase?

Honey, I got to call you back.

No, no--

Bye.

The guy in Mather's apartment is Eddie Tiernan.

He said he's been crashing there for three weeks.

What'd he say about Mathers?

Said he hasn't seen him in a week.

We believe him?

No.

All right.

Let's put Tiernan back in the apartment.

You babysit him.

There's a good chance Mathers might come back.

I'm pretty sure the captain will green-light

any extra manpower we need.

Right.

Captain just pulled me off the case, partner.

What?

Thanks to you, Lawson.

I told the captain the truth.

You were out of line in that apartment.

You know, Lawson, someday you're going

to be on the other side of it.

Something is going to hit you real deep.

You're going to lose it.

You're going to get angry.

When that happens, you pray that I'm not there.

He's too close to this case, McDonald.

I'm just trying to do my job.

So is he.

Got a report to write.

You know what bothers me the most, Kendra?

Huh?

There's just no explanation for it.

I still can't figure out why he has to die.

He was just walking home to feed his cats.

Maybe you just have to accept, August,

that there are some things you just can't explain.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's what Larry would say.

Larry would say, one must react with reason to the chaos.

Just suck it up and deal.

But Gary, Gary would say, to hell with reason.

One must revel in the chaos.

But I am an officer of the law, Kendra.

And maybe that's my problem.

So what are you going to do, August?

You gonna take the law into your own hands?

What are you going to do with this kid when you find him?

I don't know.

All positions report your status.

Position one, all clear.

I got nothing to report.

No sign of suspect.

Premises clear.

August?

Oh, ah, Gary.

What are you doing here?

I need your help.

You need a ride home?

Oh no.

No, no.

I need you to help me find the man who killed my brother

and kill him.

I'm a cop, Gary.

I can't do that.

Yeah, that's what you were thinking about.

This man took my brother from me.

I just can't stand around and do nothing.

You know, your brother spent his entire life teaching

people to act rationally.

What good did it do him?

We have to handle this ourselves, August.

Look, this is a call to war, and reason has

no place on the battlefield.

What's it going to be, August?

Drop the gun.

It's gonna be all right.

Isn't it, Gary?

See because I'm going to find this guy

for you because that's my job.

Yes.

And after you find him, what?

What then?

Just give me the gun, Gary.

August.

It's OK, Mac.

I trust you to do the right thing.

On the wall.

Come on.

Get on the wall.

I'm surprised to see you here, partner.

Well, Kendra called, said she was a little worried about you.

Listen, why don't you go call somebody

and have them come down and pick Gary up.

We'll let him sleep this booze off in a cell.

Right.

Sit down, Gary.

Possible suspect approaching the building.

Repeat, I have a possible sighting.

OK.

We'll take him out front.

We've got a possible downstairs.

I want a weapon on him.

[gunshots]

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, you're not going

to send me to Fulsom, are you?

No, no, no.

You'll just get some rest, Gary.

Then we'll have you talk to some counselors in the morning, OK?

OK, OK.

POLICE RADIO: 80-14 clear.

Come on, watch your head Gary.

Take care of him, OK?

POLICE RADIO: Attention all units.

Officers under fire at the corner of 9th and Hope.

Be advised, undercover officers at scene.

All units respond.

Let's go, Mac.

August, wait--

August, hold on a second.

Mac, I'm going to be just fine, OK?

Let's just go.

[gunshots]

Let's get this bastard.

[engine]

[gunshots]

That's him, Mac.

[siren]

Suspect is headed south on Sycamore past 4th.

POLICE RADIO: Roger, 116.

Units are--

[siren]

We got him.

We got him.

You OK, August?

There's no way out of here, Mac.

I hate grenades.

Suspect is headed west on 17th crossing Los Angeles.

Listen, August, uh--

Kendra wanted me to talk to you about--

Not now, Mac.

Now where's he going?

Don't--

I know, I know.

Don't slow down.

He has Folsom, Mac.

Hang on.

Hang on.

Mac, Mac!

The alley!

Take the other end of the alley, Mac.

August, do you think this is a good idea?

Just cover the other end of the alley.

[screech]

This is 1-William-7.

We have the suspect trapped behind a warehouse

on Byne and 7th.

Don't even twitch, pal.

Place the gun on the ground carefully.

Why did you kill him?

Just read me my rights and take me down to the station.

Get down on your knees.

Down on your knees!

This isn't proper procedure.

Why did you kill the old man?

What old man?

The one standing in front of the jewelry store.

He got in the way.

He was just going home.

It doesn't matter.

I had detailed plans, plans the old man was not a part of.

He had to be removed.

You removed a friend of mine.

The old fool shouldn't have been there.

On your feet.

Back up against the wall.

CHESTER MCDONALD: August!

[gunshot]

August!

He needed a little cajoling.

You didn't think I shot him, did you?

Thought never crossed my mind.

AUGUST BROOKS: Yeah.

Well, thank you.

I'd be honored.

Yeah, hang on.

Let me get this information down.

Listen, Chase, there's something

that I need to tell you.

Yeah?

Well, I wanted to be with you in person to tell you,

but this just can't wait.

What is it?

I don't really know how to say this.

But I--

Uh.

Nicole?

Jeez.

Yeah, bye.

Hey Mac, that was the university.

They want me to speak at a memorial for Lawrence.

Now the thing's gotten so big, they're

going to have to hold it in the football stadium.

Hey August, I was thinking maybe you

and I could have a drink one night after this shift?

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe we could, Lawson.

Mac, did you hear what I said?

Huh?

You certainly know how to light up a room, my man.

I think Nicole's breaking up with me.

Did she say this to you?

Well, not so many words, but she said, I don't

know how to say this, but--

- But what? - But I don't know.

The video phone cut out of me again.

Stupid thing.

Oh, well you could read a million things into a line

like that, Mac.

No, no, no.

It can mean only one or two things, August.

I don't know how to say this, but I wrecked your car,

or I don't know how to say this, but I'm breaking up with you.

I'm going to San Francisco.

I'll see you Monday.

What? Mac?

Mac?

I don't know how to say this, but I--

what?

Oh, hi baby.

No, no, no, no.

I just called to tell you that I--

that I love you.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll see you when I get home.

Oh boy, Mac.

You'd better know what you've gotten yourself into, partner.

[laughter]

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