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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.