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Any available unit,

possible shots fired
near Kearney Plaza.

Any available unit,
please respond.

Get down! Everybody get down!

Come here, kids. Come
on, right here. Get down!

Get down. Police. Get down.

Take care of these
kids. Keep them down.

Where the hell is he?

You'll be all right.

Call for backup.

Go.

Come here. Come on, let's go.

This is Five George 31.

We're at the shots fired
at Kearney and Sutter.

Request backup
and medical services.

Get down!

All right. Stay with
me, here. Stay with me.

Stay with me. The
ambulance is on the way.

Give me your tie.

Man, if I don't make it, man,
could you tell my daughters...

You're going to make it.
You can tell them yourself.

Here, give me that.

Hey. What?

You hear that?

Hear what?

Put your hand on it. Silence.

Where'd he go?

Oh, oh, Dan, Dan!

He's gone.

Hold on to that.

We got you, we got you.

This guy must be nuts.

No, the crazy ones stick around.

This one was
definitely hit and run.

Different animal.

So, what's with the
numbers on the shell casings?

Well, they meant
something to him.

Supposed to mean
something to us.

Yeah, well, why 13?

I mean, why not 14 or 27?

Yeah, and a city
park right down there.

More people, easier targets.

Why bother to aim at Kearney
Plaza two blocks away?

Maybe he likes a challenge.

Or he was aiming at
something more specific.

We got two confirmed
dead and three injured.

Harve, you and Evan see what
you can dig up on the victims.

And then talk to the companies

he was aiming
at in that building.

See if there's anybody
on the grudge list.

Got it.

Michelle. Yeah?

See who had access to this roof.

Right.

Between this

and Halloween, boy,
the uniformed cops

sure picked a fine
time to call in sick.

What, are you kidding?

Calling in the blue flu
on Halloween, it's brilliant.

It's the one time of year that
people actually appreciate

what cops do.

Yeah. Meanwhile, it
means twice the work for us.

Oh, thank you, thank you,
thank you. It's still here.

What's still here?

Lucia's Halloween costume, man.

I got her the red
Cuddle Bug outfit

with the detachable antennas.

It was the last one
left in San Francisco.

Cost me 50 bucks.

50?

As in five-oh?

That's right. Hey, I'd
have paid 100, man.

This is absolutely the
hottest costume in town.

Yeah, it's as much for Inger
as it is for Lucia, you know.

Got to impress the
mommy-and-me crowd, you know?

Actually, I don't, but
I'll take your word for it.

News team special report.

We now go to our field
reporter, Courtney O'Pearson.

At Kearney Plaza this
morning, two people were killed

and three others were injured.

Police officials...

At Kearney Plaza this
morning, two people were killed

and three others were injured.

Thanks, Marge. Nash,
we ID'd the victims.

A Manny Gomez and
a Steve McCormick.

And they are?

Lawyers, both of them.
No obvious enemies.

Any connection between the two?

Well, none that we know of.

They didn't work
at the same firms,

and they didn't even
know each other.

What was the connection?

Well, we're still trying
to run down whether they

could have had any
common cases or clients.

Maybe this whole
thing is just random.

No.

Not with numbered shell casings.

Not with exactly 13.
This thing was planned.

I guarantee you we haven't
seen the last of this guy.

Three others were injured.

Police officials acknowledge
they have no suspect yet,

and the investigation
is being hindered

by the uniformed
officers' blue flu sick out.

Greg, back to you.

You know, maybe
he's a constitutionalist.

13 shells, 13 colonies.
A Bill of Rights nut.

Well, whatever it is,

there's some kind of
philosophy behind it.

Let's find out what
it is. All over it.

Fully on it.

Five George 31. Five George 31.

You going to answer that?

Hey, man, they can't
give us a radio call, man.

How long has it been
since we did a radio call?

Probably before they
had radios. Pick it up.

Five George 31, do you copy?

I was thinking if I ignored it,

they'd skip on down
to somebody else.

Yeah, well, guess again, bubba.

Five George 31. What?

Five George 31, 2-40 in
progress... 3103 Powell Street.

Code Three.

Uh, got it. 2-40 in progress,
3103 Powell Street.

Uh, Five George 31. We're
handling a Code Three.

Yes. Very nice.

Very nice. Nicely done.

Nice to see you
haven't lost your touch.

What's a 2-40?

Beats the hell out of me. I'll
tell you when we get there.

SFPD.

Thank God you're here.

What's the problem?

One of our customers
went ballistic.

One moment he's eating,

the next he thinks he's
a tiger or something,

and starts tearing up the place.

Is that a white tiger,
stripes, bushy collar, what?

This guy starts growling,
attacking people...

He starts acting
like a wild animal.

My guess, he's on PCP.

We managed to lock
him behind the glass.

Oh, good, so, uh,
you got a guy on PCP

locked in your... kitchen...

who thinks he's a tiger.

Yes!

I hated this part of
the job 20 years ago.

I'm not liking it very
much at present.

Hi, there. How you doing?

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Think a can a tuna
will do the trick?

Yeah, maybe if you hit
him in the head with it.

All right, kitty.

Come on, now. I
know you're tense.

Oh, easy now, easy.

But we're going to get
you some help, okay?

Ah, that's a good kitty.

Oh!

Watch out!

Hey!

Joe!

Easy. Kitty. Oh!

Hold him still. Get
a hold of him, Joe!

Do something, will you?

Joe! Get him...

You always wanted
to go big-game hunting.

Yeah, but in Africa.

Less paperwork.

Kitty stepped on my foot.

Got him?

What's burning?

Oh!

God, Lucia's costume.

I thought those costumes were
supposed to be flame retardant.

Whoa, what's going on with him?

Well, apparently, his
drug of choice is PCP.

And handcuffs just
don't do it for him.

You want to give me a hand here?

Yeah, sure. We got him, Joe.

Really? Yep.

Come on, putty tat.

Could somebody get
that? Our guys are busy.

Joe.

Oh, hey, Pepe. What
are you doing here?

Attempting to
file a police report.

My psychotic roommate
disappeared yesterday

when I was at work, taking
half my belongings with him.

Yeah, well... uh,
tell you what, Pepe.

Uh, we're kind of shorthanded
around here, you know.

This blue flu thing, so...

Hello, my autographed
picture of Eartha Kitt is missing.

Oh, that's tragic.

Um, all right, listen.
Give me an hour,

I'll see what I can do. An hour?

I've already sat
here all morning.

I had to give up my temp job
at San Francisco Memorial.

I'm sorry, Pepe.
It's the best I can do.

Is anybody going to answer that?

I'll type my own report.

Okay, look... But if anybody
asks you, you work for me.

Of course, yes. Okay? All right.

Be gone.

Now, then, why don't
you lay down here

and take a nice little cat nap?

We'll get that tape off
of you in a little while.

There you go.

SIU.

Up yours.

Nice.

Well, the Cuddle Bug is gone.

Now how am I going to
explain what happened to Inger?

Try telling her the truth.

What, that some
drug-addled tiger man

in a micro brewery
run by East Indians,

uh, actually bumped it into
the stove and it burned up?

Should I tell her that?

Hmm. No, you're right.

You're going to have to come up
with something more believable.

Want to go have a cup of
real coffee and kick it around?

Yes, I do.

Okay, we've got 38 people
who have had access to that roof.

And so far, no red flags.

And the building
that he was aiming at

housed three law
firms, a dental clinic,

and 40 IRS auditors.

Oh, yeah, that's great.

So, we're looking for someone

who's got a beef with a lawyer,
a dentist, and a tax collector.

I'll just whip out the White
Pages and start with the "A's."

Keep working this. This
doesn't feel random to me.

And don't spend too much
time looking for the obvious.

The best answers are usually
in the last place you look.

Did you get that
off a fortune cookie?

I get it.

She got it.

So, did you find anything?

Yeah, a headache. Two
floors of divorce attorneys?

I would have made more
progress asking for a list

of satisfied clients.
What about you?

Death threats. What, IRS?

Dentists.

Everybody down! Everybody down!

Ev, two o'clock! Over
there! Over there! Over there!

Oh, man! Okay, let's go,
let's go. Come on! Go, go, go!

Oh, my God, I've been shot!

Nash, our shooter's
back in action.

Where are you?

Kearney Plaza. He's on top of

the Hyde Hills Building
shooting at the Federal Building.

We got two civilians hit.
We need an ambulance.

We're a minute away.

Our shooter's back for seconds.

Should I call for backup?

We are backup, bubba.

What's the quickest
way to the roof?

Express elevator.

Harve, Evan, take those stairs.

Yeah, door to the
roof's always locked.

Give me that passkey. Thank you.

My lung is somewhere
near the sixth floor.

But where's our shooter?

Beats the hell outta me.

Huh... same shell
casings as before.

Same numbers.

Tell you one damn thing...

We're gonna get his number soon.

Can you explain to me how
we can get up here so fast

and this guy still gets away?

Well, the building's
got four stairwells

and six elevators.
That's ten ways down.

There's only four
of us. He got lucky.

First he shot up the IRS and
now the Federal Building itself.

Someone's got a
beef with Uncle Sam.

A militia dude,
maybe. That could be.

All right, run down all the
anti-government geeks.

See if there's someone
on the radical fringe.

Shouldn't be a problem,

because those guys
like to make a lot of noise.

Now the roof door had no
sign of forced entry up here.

He's got a set of keys.
I wanna know how.

Fully and
unilaterally on it, sir.

Five George 42.

Five George 42
for an incident call.

Great, that's us, Harve.
The blue flu strikes again.

Five George 42.

Five George 42, 2-11
reported, 13011 Grant Avenue.

Oh, great, armed robbery.

Go! CORTEZ: Five George 42,

we're on our way.

The thrill and danger
of uniform work.

Meet us back at the SIU.

Got it.

So what's next?

Well, that's a good
question, bubba.

There's at least
two dozen buildings

with federal agencies in
'em... that I can think of.

And at least ten times that
many that he can shoot from.

So what's the good news?

I'll let you know
when I get some.

Police! Police!

Freeze! Freeze, freeze!

Oh, nothing like a good old-
fashioned show of force, boys.

Unfortunately, you missed
'em by about five minutes.

Missed who?

The robbers.

They took my money and
my best pain facilitators.

I'm Frankie, the owner.

Is anybody gonna uncuff me?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

Sorry.

Pain facilitators?

Yeah, well, I could tell
you what they are, but...

it'd be a lot more
fun to show ya.

You know, usually,

I like my men to be worthless,
spineless pieces of scum,

but in your case, I
could make an exception.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm!

Yeah, yeah, I'll get
ya a little air there.

Excuse me, what are you doing?

I'm trying to set this guy free.

Mr. Williams pays $75 an
hour to be chained up like that.

Really? Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Let's make this simple.

Who here wants to be uncuffed?

Mm-mm.

Uh-uh.

Bubba, we've been
partners for 20 years,

and for 20 years we've been
having the same conversation.

What're you talking about?

I've never destroyed a
Halloween costume before.

It ain't about the
Halloween costume.

Just like last year,

it wasn't about you
losing your wedding ring.

Just like 15 years ago,

it wasn't about you investing
in a Beta-only video store.

Hey, you have to admit,
that was superior technology.

Okay, what's your point?

My point is you and Inger.

I mean, you're like...

Aw, never mind. It's
none of my business.

No, no, no, what, what?

No, no, it's none
of my business.

Well, if it's none
of your business,

how come we've been having the
same conversation for 20 years, then?

You tell me.

Well, what're you
trying to tell me?

That, uh, uh, Inger
has to be handled?

That there's an art
form to handling her?

Show me one wife
where that isn't true.

Bubba, it's only
become an art form

because for some odd reason,
you have always been afraid

to level with her.

That is not true.

Bubba...

Look, I don't like to
disappoint her, okay?

What's wrong with that?

I mean, making her
happy makes me happy.

Nothing.

Look, ah, look, she doesn't
have expensive tastes,

and little things make a huge
difference to her, you know?

Look, I believe ya.

I mean, let's face it,

you're more of an expert
at marriage than I am.

That's for damn sure.

Look, I promised Inger
that Lucia would have

a Cuddle Bug costume for the
Tumbletime Halloween parade,

and I'm gonna find her a Cuddle
Bug costume by tomorrow night.

You might.

Even if I have to
scour every aisle

of every costume
shop in this time zone.

It might.

Even if it costs me big time.

I'm sure it will.

Shut up, will ya?

Wait a minute. What?

You notice something different?

What?

No noise.

Man, I hope the phones
aren't down again.

No, my apologies,

but I don't recognize
the word "impossible."

I expect a delivery
first thing tomorrow

or I'll go back to
the Yellow Pages.

Thank you.

Excuse me. Yes, hello.
We type our labels here.

I think you'll find a word
processor in the back.

Okay.

Wow, Pepe, you really
got this place organized.

It's amazing how people respond

when you speak clearly and
show them who's in charge.

Who is in charge, Joe?

Oh, well, I just asked Pepe

to fill out a report, you know,

'cause we were
shorthanded, that's all.

I see disorder, and a
primal impulse takes over.

Yeah, but, uh, what
happened with the phones?

I noticed they were
on a very high volume,

so I took the liberty
of rerouting them

through the main switchboard.

Wh-Why wasn't that being used?

I don't know. Why?

I had no idea we
had a switchboard.

I also reorganized
your filing system,

and I found a
guy to fix the leak.

I thought that leak
came with the joint.

I'll miss it.

And there is Kona
coffee in the drip machine.

Well, Pepe, you've
just done a great job.

Thank you, thank you.

Well, I guess it's time
for me to be moving on.

Uh, uh-uh-uh, moving on?

Yes, everything seems to
be under control here, and...

no one's talked to me
about a paycheck yet.

Oh, well, let's talk, bubba.

We need a temp and
you need a job, right?

Hey, hey, we'll pay
your full hourly rate,

uh, plus, uh, overtime and
all the donuts you can eat.

No, no, I'm yeast intolerant,

and I already have another
job lined up for tomorrow.

Well, now, there's
gotta be something that

we can do to keep you here
until this blue flu thing is over.

Hmm, no, I don't think so.

You know, I may have a
connection to Eartha Kitt.

And Chita Rivera.

Hmm...

Uh, Liza with a "Z."

There's gotta be
something we can do.

Actually, there is one thing.

I've always wanted
a police uniform.

Hmm?

Police uniform?

For personal use only.

Oh, don't tell me.

Uh, sure, we could arrange that.

Boots, too?

Don't push it, Pepe.

Okay. Mmm!

Listen, I gotta hit the phones,

find that Cuddle Bug costume.

Go for it.

Meet Carl Doogan.

An ex-Marine Vietnam vet

who, up until two months
ago, worked for Canon Security.

He did night patrol

for the building used
in the first sniper attack.

So he had his own set of keys.

The entire place. Roof included.

And here's the kicker.
I went on the Internet,

I did a word search
under things like "militia,"

"revolution," "New World Order."

Doogan's got his
own little Web page.

Your basic "black
helicopter, taxes are illegal,

the day of reckoning
is coming" sort of thing.

Mm-hmm. Can we tie Doogan
to the second sniper attack?

Not yet, but we're
still working on it.

Where does he live?

According to the DMV, he's in

an empty lot in the
Western Addition.

So he doesn't want to be found.

Yeah, well...

And that makes me
wanna find him even more.

We ran his name down

a list of local
guerrilla kook groups.

He belongs to the
Bay Area Patriots,

run by a chief crackpot

named Alan Tully.

They work out of
a local print shop

here in town.
Here's the address.

Joe... DOMINGUEZ: Yeah, yeah.

Let's take a ride. For children.

Pay a visit to these
weekend warriors.

Uh, listen, uh, I can't.

I'm talking to this guy
who knows another guy

who, uh, owes a third
guy a favor who lives

next-door to a guy who
might have a Cuddle Bug, uh...

Did anybody understand that?

No.

Good. I thought it was me

there for a minute.

All right, Michelle,
come on, let's take a ride.

Evan, Harve, stay on it.

Yeah.

Good afternoon.

Can I help you?

Inspectors Bridges and Chan.

Uh, is this the home of
the Bay Area Patriots?

Sometimes.

Well, we'd like to talk
to whoever's in charge.

That would be Allan
Tully. He's out to lunch.

So I've heard.

Um, mind if we
have a look around?

Yes, I do. You're not
supposed to go there.

You're not allowed in the back.

I'm sorry, you can't go
back there. Please, please..

Well, good afternoon, gentlemen.

It's nice to see you
all busy printing up

these anti-government pamphlets.
- Who are you?

And what the hell are
you doing down here,

Janie? I thought I told you
not to let anybody back here.

Mr. Tully, I'm very
sorry. They just...

No need to apologize, Janie.

Inspectors Bridges and Chan.

I assume you have a warrant.

You're assuming we need one.

We just wanna ask
you a few questions.

Like, where can we
find Carl Doogan?

He's no longer affiliated
with our organization.

What about a forwarding address?

He didn't leave one, did he?

No.

Really?

Unlike the Federal Government,
we don't feel the need

to keep tabs on
citizens 24 hours a day.

Well, boy, I'm sure glad
you guys are out here

in this Quonset
hut drinking beer

and making the world
safe for democracy.

You finished? No.

But you might be,

if you're holding out on
me about Carl Doogan.

Give me a call, if
you want to talk.

Maybe you'd like
one of our pamphlets.

The war's coming, Inspector.

The hordes are upon us.

An Asian

and a woman.

Two quotas for the
price of one, huh?

Easy, sister.

You know, I probably just

did you a favor.

'Cause I'll bet she
could kick your ass.

So, you want to fill me in?

On?

On why we're not dragging
Tully's ass down to the SIU

and squeezing out of him

whatever it is
he's not telling us?

'Cause sometimes you got to swim

with the little fish to
catch the big ones.

Janie. Look, I
don't know anything.

I don't have anything to do
with the Bay Area Patriots, okay?

I just work there; I
don't know anything.

We just want to find out
where a former member is.

Look, I don't want
to lose my job.

I've got a kid. You
know, that's funny.

So did the people that
got shot by that sniper.

We think it's Carl Doogan.

We want to talk to him.

Doogan called this morning.

He left me a
message for Mr. Tully,

but I don't think
it meant anything.

What did he say?

The Patriots were scheduled
to picket the INS Building

this afternoon, to
protest illegal immigration.

Doogan told Tully
not to bother with

the protest.

He said that he would
take care of it himself, okay?

Janie.

Thank you.

If you need anything,
you call us, okay?

All right, we got the
INS Building here.

City Hall, Old Federal
Building, Main Library.

That leaves...
all these buildings

on this perimeter as a
potential nest for our sniper.

How are we gonna cover
every one of those roofs, Nash?

It can't be done. LEEK:
Not with the blue flu on.

Well, we don't have
to be on every roof.

We just have to be where
we can see every roof, right?

Head of the class.

Evan, plant yourself there.

Harve,

set up here.

Michelle, here.

Joe, you and I'll
take this position.

Any questions?

Yeah. If we see this guy,

do we shoot first and
ask questions later,

or vice versa?

Well, that'll be up to him.

Let's roll.

Harve, what do you got?

Gorgeous view,
couple of pigeons,

and no big guys with guns.

You're lucky.

I can't even see the
pigeons from up here.

BRIDGES: Michelle?

I'm still checking.

Nash, I got some suspicious
activity on the Fulton Building,

southeast corner.

He's got a rifle.
He's got a rifle!

Everybody move.

Evan, get to her now.

Police!

Drop your weapon!

Drop your weapon now!

What the hell happened?

I think I got him.

Come on, let's go.

Go, go, go.

Oh, God, it's the window washer.

He had a rifle.

It's a squeegee.

The guy had a rifle.

Evan, did you see a gun?

I don't know, did I?

Just call it like
you see it, brother.

I didn't see a rifle.

Sorry.

I'm telling you, Nash,
the guy had a rifle.

Well, all right.

We better find out
where it went, huh?

The last time someone
threatened you

this week?! I-I told you,

he had a rifle, and he
pointed it straight at me.

There was no rifle found
at the scene. I know that!

How's she doing?

Management Control guys still
standing? What happened, huh?

For the time being.

It's early... it's
only round one.

My money's on her.

What a lousy break, huh?

Brand-new in the
SIU, she's already lived

every cop's nightmare.

What do we got

on this window washer?
Brad Winkler, 21 years old,

single, no record, not even
an unpaid parking ticket.

Have we established
any militia connection?

No, not even registered to vote.

Doesn't look good.

Well, maybe they'll
let her off easy

with just an
accidental shooting.

Look, guys, if there is a gun...

And let's face it, there
isn't one; we looked, right...

They're gonna charge her
with manslaughter for killing

this innocent guy. That's
how they're gonna look at it.

You sound rather
clinical, Cortez.

Well, we're all in

the same boat. You know,
you make a bad decision,

you got to pay the price.

She'll probably lose her
career... I mean, not to mention

the fact of having to live with

the memory of having
killed an innocent guy.

Hey, all I'm saying is if you're
gonna shoot, you got to be sure.

I'm just curious now...

Did you clap when
Bambi's mom bought it?

No, actually,

I got a little choked up.

Do I know what
I just signed? No.

Do you? Yes.

Thank you.

Any luck tracking down
Doogan's address?

He's still M.I.A.

And to answer your next question,
yes, we do have a problem,

because nothing we
can find on Doogan

gives him access to the roofs.

Keep working it.

Till we get a better suspect,
he's still our number one guy.

This sucks!

Anyway, good luck.

Hey, just know that
we're... I'm behind you.

Hey, did you talk those
bozos out of benching me?

Sorry, sister, it's a done deal.

You're flying a desk
until further notice.

I'm telling you, Nash, Brad
Winkler was the shooter.

He had a rifle, and I shot him.

Yeah, and I'm saying you're
innocent until proven guilty.

Until then, you're
still off the street.

Nashman, Sniper hit
again at the Bureau of Land

Management Building
from the Mueller Bank Tower.

Only this time we got a witness

who saw the sniper up close.

Can't be.

Joe and I'll go
interview the witness.

You stay here.

So, what do you think?

About what?

About Michelle.

I think she's convinced
she saw a gun.

Do you think there was a gun?

I don't know.

I trust her judgment,

but she could've just
made an honest mistake.

Makes me think of all the times

we've gone in there shooting first
and asking questions later, man.

It's scary. Yeah.

Well, we're gonna
get to the bottom of it,

one way or the other.

Now, what the hell is this?

Probably somebody fighting
over a Cuddle Bug costume.

Five George 31, Five George 31.

Five George 31.

Five George 31,

58016, corner of
Milbourne and Geary.

Five George 31,
we're there already.

Hi, guys.

Uh, how long till the
lights are back up?

Five or ten minutes.

But we need somebody to
keep the traffic moving till then.

Well, that's our problem...
All our traffic cops are out.

Hey, Nashman, I think
this is our lucky day.

Hey, a real live traffic cop.

Uh, Joe.

Yo, I wonder if
you could help us...

Joe, it's Halloween... I don't
think you want to do that.

Hey, buddy, uh, please, can
you help us get this traffic moving?

Look at the traffic! Oh!

Oh...

We can't get to
rehearsal with this traffic.

Say, Bruce, Joe...

Hey, can I borrow your
helmet and gloves? Sure!

Here, take my whistle, too.

Hey, thanks, man. You bet.

Let's hit it!

♪ It's fun to stay at the ♪

♪ YMCA ♪

♪ It's fun to stay at the ♪

♪ YMCA ♪

♪ They have everything ♪

♪ For young men to enjoy ♪

♪ You can hang out
with all the boys ♪

♪ It's fun to stay at the ♪

♪ YMCA ♪

♪ It's fun to stay at the ♪

♪ YMCA ♪

I-I don't know him.

We're not together.

♪ You can do whatever you feel ♪

♪ Young man ♪

♪ I was once in your shoes ♪

♪ I said, I was ♪

♪ Down and out with the blues ♪

♪ I felt no man ♪

♪ Cared if I were alive ♪

♪ I felt the whole
world was so jive ♪

♪ That's when someone
came up to me ♪

♪ And said, young man ♪

♪ Take a walk up the street ♪

♪ There's a place
there called the YMCA ♪

♪ They can start ♪

♪ You back on your way ♪

♪ It's fun to stay at the YMCA ♪

♪ It's fun to stay at the ♪

♪ YMCA ♪

♪ They have everything ♪

♪ For young men to enjoy ♪

♪ You can hang out
with all the boys ♪

♪ YMCA ♪

♪ It's fun to stay at the YMCA ♪

♪ Young man, young man ♪

♪ There's no need to feel down ♪

♪ Young man, young man ♪

♪ Pick yourself
off the ground... ♪

Bubba, that was beautiful.

Don't ever do it again.

I don't remember
giving you a key.

Brad's dead.

Brad was a casualty of war.

What the hell was
he doing up there?

He wanted to be part of it.

I don't care what he
wanted to be a part of.

I raised that boy

like he was my own son.

You had no right.

I needed his keys
to get up on the roofs.

I didn't ask him to come along.

He begged me to let him help.

This is over.

I'm pulling the plug.

Oh, it's too late.

The war's already begun.

Yeah, well...

I'm gonna end it.

The revolution's bigger
than any one man.

You taught me that.

They were waiting for you.

So, I-I'm sitting
in the stairwell

and I'm having a cigarette.

And I've got the door propped
open, and, um, this guy comes

running down from the,
the roof, and he's, um,

and he's this really scary
looking guy and, and he sees me.

And um, and, and I look at
him and, and I just shut the door,

you know what I'm... and,
um, this guy starts beating

on the door like
he's trying to get me.

And then he just takes off.

Show him the picture, Joe.

He look like any of these
guys in the photo here?

That's the guy.

Right there. This
guy, Carl Doogan?

What else can you tell us?

Did he say anything?

What was he wearing?

Uh, just jeans and a shirt.

What kind of shirt?

Button-down,
camouflage, a halter top?

No, it was just a t-shirt.

And it, it had, um,
an, an insignia on it.

And it had some words on it.

What words?

It said, um, War Digest.

Whatever that
means, I don't know.

Does that help?

Yeah, that helps.

Thanks.

So, what's War Digest?

Ah, it's a magazine.

It's the subscription
du jour for the whackos.

SIU, Leek here.

Harve...

Check out a magazine
called War Digest.

Doogan might've
contributed to it

or he might've
taken out ads in it.

Also, check his name
against the vendors.

He might've bought
something mail order.

Can do.

How's Michelle holding up?

Not exactly the Prozac
poster girl, but she's hanging in.

All right, well, let me
know if you get a hit.

Yeah.

Damn, mail order.

I could've had mail order
for the Cuddle Bug costume.

Man, I could've ordered directly
from the manufacturer in Taiwan,

had it shipped
international air freight.

Are we gonna have to deal
with this every Halloween?

No, just until she
reaches puberty.

Oh, yeah, then
things really get easy.

Hold, please.

Joe, Karly's Costume Cache

returned your call...
They said they have

the very last Cuddle Bug
costume in the Bay Area. Right.

It's waiting for you
to pick it up in Alviso.

Alviso? Where's
that? Near Fremont.

Should take you 90 minutes
to get there this time of day.

I took the liberty of tracing
the best route from here.

The blue and red
routes are alternatives

in case you hit traffic. Oh...

All right then, uh,

Alviso, here I come.

Better hurry,
they close at 5:00!

Uh, Nash? Go.

Nashman, you nailed it.

There is a connection between
Doogan and War Digest.

What kind of connection?
The basic kind.

He's got a subscription and
we got a mailing address.

3472 Amherst.

Grab Evan and meet me there.

Hello?

What do you want?

Hi, I came for that
Cuddle Bug costume.

The store is closed. I know.

I drove all the way
from San Francisco.

Remember, I ca... I called?

Uh... I'm a cop.

Not in Alviso, you're not.

Uh...

Lady, this is my
daughter's first Halloween.

Oh, don't try to
charm me, mister.

Okay.

Uh, look, if you'll just

get the costume for me
that'd be great, okay?

You insult me.

Look, I'm just trying
to be a good father.

All right, you have a nice face.

Hold on.

Nice face...

Go on your way now, please.

Wait a minute, this
is a Scuddle Bug.

I said Cuddle Bug, I need...

Yeah, she'll never
know the difference.

I'll know the... My wife will
know the difference, believe me.

You want it or not?

No.

Oh, here.

Nice witch costume, Hazel!

I saw your picture in the paper.

You looked good.

Yeah, well, I wish the story

that went along
with it was as good.

So, did you bring it?

Yeah.

Brad Winkler, juvenile records.

Court sealed when he was 21.

Which means I could get fired
for even showing them to you.

Well, I could get a
lot more than just fired.

Look, don't let anybody
see you leave, okay?

Okay. And Tommy?

Thanks.

I owe you one.

All right.

Let's do it!

Nash.

Dead guy in the pantry.

Definitely moves
Doogan up the suspect list.

Tully.

Ooh, watch out.

Dead guy dropping.

Whoa!

I guess Doogan was expecting us.

He was expecting somebody.

All right, he's hit these three.

What's next?

He's marked eight spots.

That's five more
potential targets.

What about the Federal
Reserve Building?

In his Web page,
he claimed it was

a tool of seven Jewish
businessmen living in Zurich.

Why do all the shady puppet
masters live in Switzerland?

He's got 30 more
roofs he could be on.

So, boys, we better
start looking around here

and see what we can find that's

gonna help us.

Nash, I gotta show
you something.

Aren't you supposed to
be flying a desk, sister?

No, I got something.
Take a look.

It's Brad Winkler's
sealed juvie file.

It happened to find
its way into my desk.

Oh, it did, huh?

Yeah.

You'll see that Brad Winkler
was arrested when he was 15.

He and a bunch of kids
robbed a gas station.

Yeah, I got that. Continue.

But look at the
disposition of the case.

Check out the
custodial claimant.

His foster dad was Allan Tully.

Tully? Our militia guy?

So our dead window washer
did have a connection?

That's right.

And my guess is that

Winkler wasn't alone on
the roof when I shot him.

That's how Doogan
got his access.

Winkler's keys from
his window-washing gig.

So this was a righteous shoot.

I told you, Winkler had a gun.

Doogan must've grabbed it.

You got all this sitting
at your desk, huh?

Good job, sister.

All right, here's how we do it.

Doogan must still
have Winkler's keys.

So, we find out what
buildings Winkler had access to

and we're gonna
find out his next target.

I got a list of Winkler's

window-washing
clients right here.

Allow me.

Can I come with you guys?

Not so fast, sister.

We're gonna have
to resolve this first.

I understand. LEEK: Ooh!

Inspector Chan, this works.

Lookee, Nash, corner
of Polk and Grove.

That works for me.

Let's do it.

Good luck, guys.

Thank you.

Hey, you!

You gotta sign in first.

Oh, sorry.

My first day in the building.

Welcome aboard. Thank you.

Hey, glad you could make it.

Where's the Cuddle Bug?

Oh, they didn't have one, man.

They thought I said
"Scuddle Bug" on the phone.

What the hell's a Scuddle Bug?

Some cheap knock-off
that looks like a cockroach.

I'm dead. LEEK: SFPD.

You seen this guy?

Yeah, window guy.

He just went in the
elevator two, not ten

seconds ago.

Can you stop that elevator?

Yes, sir. Do it.

Okay, bring it down.

Can you get him
on the phone for me?

Doogan...

the war's over.

I want you to listen very

carefully.

When we open those doors,

you better be on your knees
with your hands on your head.

Is that clear?

I got news for you.

I'm locked and loaded,

and I ain't gonna be
no prisoner of war.

He says he's not gonna
be no prisoner of war.

The guy's got no way out.

Except for that.

Set up.

All right, open it.

Stay back!

Body armor.

Well, there's one guy who's
willing to die for his cause.

He didn't have a cause, bubba.

Well, how do I look?

Hello, Officer.

You look very nice, Pepe.

I'm only wearing
it out on Halloween

and then it's solely
for bedroom use.

That's a little more
information than we need, Pep.

Have a good time tonight
and we'll see you tomorrow.

Actually, you won't. Why not?

Well, everything's
filed and organized.

Besides, our agreement
was that I'd work

till the blue flu was
over. Yeah, and?

Well, haven't you
heard? It's over.

The police officers are
coming back tomorrow.

Nash? Yeah.

Well, what if we
don't want them back?

And Joe, I left a red Cuddle Bug

costume on your desk,

detachable antennas,
size extra small.

And tell Nash, I
hope he doesn't mind,

but I computerized his Rolodex.

How'd you know I
needed one of these?

I always have a
backup plan, Joe.

And for future reference,
there's an excellent toy store

in Mountain View that
has same-day delivery.

Hope it's the right
size. Oh, that's perfect.

Pepe, you're a beautiful man.

Oh, you're welcome.

So, Harve, you have
any Halloween plans?

Nah, nothing, baby,

beyond a frozen pizza
and the Sci-Fi Channel.

How about you?

Well, actually, I
think she just arrived.

You are a
worthless, spineless...

You got a date with
the dominatrix queen.

Well, what can I say?

She said that she
loves a challenge.

Ev, you think she might
have a friend for me?

Sorry, Harve, but I think
her friends are all tied up.

Happy Halloween.

And welcome back.

Just don't shoot anybody between
now and Christmas, all right?

I need the manpower.

May I?

Bridges, SIU.