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Sal. Hi, Harve.

Gorgeous, sympathetic person,

a couple of very large coffees, please.

Coming up.

Oh, Evan,

how did I ever let things get to this critical state?

What early warning signs did I miss?

Look, Harve, love, by definition,

is never predictable, right, conventional or easy.

That's all peachy,

but you're talking kamikaze here, man.

Harve, do you think I'd be

willing to walk down this road with Cassidy

unless I was, like, deadly serious?

Thank you, Sal.

I don't know, brother. Would you?

Not a chance, not a chance.

I know what's at risk here.

Okay, so, we'll set up surveillance here.

Okay, good.

Uh-oh, looks like Stacy's on the warpath.

Why would she be on the warpath?

I don't know, but I'm getting out of here.

I think you're right.

All right, what's happening?

Hi. Hi.

About what?

You know what.

And I know you.

You haven't looked into this woman yet, have you?

Despite what you said, you haven't investigated her.

Uh, as a matter of fact, you're wrong.

Uh, I did look into this woman,

and she happens to be very nice.

You spoke to her?

Yes, I did. That was

not part of our arrangement.

You had no right to do that.

Excuse me!

Aren't you overreacting here? No!

The problem is you're underreacting. Big time.

What's wrong with you?

Perhaps you should let me finish, Counselor.

I arranged for the lady to come by and meet with us later

to explain what this is all about.

Before she ever sets eyes on Nick.

Oh, I'll be there.

Why are you copping this attitude?

Who's copping the attitude?

I should've never mentioned this to you.

8:00. Good.

Fine. Fine.

Bye. Bye.

Joe. Bye!

I'm in love with her.

You know, I think about her all the time and...

I'm prepared to live with the consequences.

Oh...

Oh, Lord...

Excuse me.

Harve! Harve!

Get back!

I got his gun, baby!

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah!

Harve, you all right?

All right, h-hang in there, baby, hang in there.

Hang in there.

Come on, come on, come on.

This is Inspector Evan Cortez.

We're on Fulsom between... between Sixth and Seventh.

We got an officer down.

Get down here!

What have we got on the shooters?

Description and license plate number, that's it.

You recognize any of them?

No, man, these guys, they just totally

opened up on us for no reason.

They had a reason.

I'm telling you, Nash, I never seen these guys

before in my life; I mean, it was absolutely random.

I'm not saying they had a reason to shoot Harvey.

I'm saying they had a reason to shoot a cop.

Or at least they thought they did. Barb?

Hey, Nash, how are you?

You tell me.

Oh, he's one of yours?

Yeah.

Well, the bullet was small.

I'm guessing .22 caliber and uncharacteristically,

it passed right through his shoulder.

So, he's gonna be fine.

That's lucky.

How long you gonna keep him? Overnight.

Don't worry, he'll get a good night's rest

and some hospital Jell-O.

Oh, yum.

See ya. See ya.

Ah, now that's a good look.

Please, no gifts, no crying.

Yeah, I hear that next year we'll all be wearing the Mummy.

Well, I told Evan that too much caffeine could kill us

but he had to stop for the second cup.

What happened, Harvey?

What happened...

You didn't see it coming? Hell, no.

I was gonna ask this girl where she got her

belly button tattoo or something, Nash,

and then she's pulling the trigger.

Rookie mistake.

I'm sorry.

Why are you apologizing?

Cortez.

Yeah, Sarge.

They got my gun, man.

Yeah, I heard.

Okay, great, thanks.

Listen, the getaway car was registered to a Bennett Cole

who's a junior in high school.

Shot by a high school girl and her metalhead boyfriend.

I can't wait for that to get around.

Well, look at the bright side. What bright side?

They could've been in junior high school.

Nurse, hallucinogenics, please.

So, you guys, what can I do?

Jell-O, baby.

We got it.

Right. See you later.

All right.

Nursing a cold there, bubba?

Oh, my damn allergies are acting up again.

What in the hell is that?

A science project?

No. Germ conscious.

Inger read this thing about how germs are passed.

You know what the number-one thing you can do for health is?

Uh, celibacy.

That's number two.

Wash your hands.

No doubt.

So, what's up with this woman

who wants to get in touch with Nick, man?

Beats the hell outta me.

We're gonna meet with her and find out.

Hey, you know, uh, you might have a sibling out there

you didn't even know about, you know?

Hear that story about the guy

who was sleeping with this woman,

turned out to be his long-lost sister?

Bubba, you've got to cut back on the Jerry Springer.

Hey, maybe we're related, man.

She sound Latino?

Too late.

You're already my brother.

Si, ¿como no?

Nash, Michelle.

What's up?

Uh, this kid that we got over here.

His name is, uh, Bennett Cole.

It turns out that his car got boosted

out of the Emerson High School parking lot yesterday morning.

His principal confirmed it.

Michelle, go over to the high school

and get Evan the yearbooks for a couple of years back.

Go through all the pictures.

We could get lucky.

Our shooters could be, or were, former students.

And, uh, check and see if they got a Kid Print program.

I'm on it.

Meantime, stay on this kid.

He might not even know what he knows.

You got it.

Hey, Joe, Nash around?

Uh, he's out on the fantail with Stacy.

You know, not to be disturbed.

Uh, I got the yearbooks.

Uh, okay, well, just give them to me.

I'll drop them by Evan's on my way home.

Okay. All right.

The Commander left all of his papers

to the Academy at Annapolis,

and when I was going through his things, I found these.

He never got your letters?

No. I never got his, thanks to my father.

He didn't approve of Nick.

He thought I could do better.

And as the commanding officer

of a Naval base at Pearl Harbor,

I'm quite sure that he was responsible for

Nick's being transferred in the Spring of '44.

He liked to point out the fact that the reason

I never heard from him again was because

Nick was only interested in

one thing.

It's, uh...

It's a touching story, Miss Porter,

except for the fact that

my father was engaged to my mother at the time.

I was 17 years old.

I was far from home.

We were at war.

I won't allow you to punish me for that,

Miss Bridges.

So, this is about

getting your letters to Nick, 50 years later?

Oh, no, no.

While I was going through the Commander's things,

I also found this.

It's a recommendation for your father

to receive the Navy Cross.

It's all there.

All the paperwork.

Incredible.

Let me see.

I'm ashamed to say that the Commander,

my father, buried the request.

"For extraordinary heroism in combat, Leyte Gulf,

Philippines, October 25, 1944."

Did you ever hear about this?

Not a word.

I felt Nick at least deserved to know what happened.

And what do you get out of it?

The last word.

Oh, I might've

married your dad, if my father hadn't meddled.

And although it

irrevocably changed my life, I survived, I married,

I had kids, I have grandkids.

If I learned anything, it's that we're far more resilient

than we think when we have our hearts broken.

You still haven't answered my question.

I'd like very much to see your dad, Miss Bridges.

To give him these few things.

If it's all right with you and your brother.

Will you excuse us?

That's maybe the most tragically romantic story I've ever heard.

Yeah.

I guess you're changing your tune a little, huh?

Yes, I am.

I can't believe it.

Well, I guess we're gonna deliver some long-overdue mail.

Whoo!

You're going to hell, you know that?

You're going with me!

Hey, man!

My ears are ringing, man!

Don't mess with our turf!

Whoo!

Give that to me baby, come on!

Whoo!

Yeah, I love doing that!

Watch this, man!

Yeah!

You're going to hell!

You're going to hell!

Yeah, you're going to hell!

Yeah, all right!

We're going to hell!

Okay, my turn, my turn.

Oh, no, I don't use soap.

What do you mean?

Dries out my skin.

Then how do you get clean?

Do I look dirty to you?

No, but you definitely have a dirty mind.

Well, you know what the most beautiful thing

about a dirty mind is?

What's that?

Where it leads.

Evan.

Yo, Evan!

Yo, dude!

Get out of sight. Get...

Whoa, whoa...

Yo, Evan, I see your wet nalgas.

Hey, Joe, what's up?

Hey, man. Hey, I brought those yearbooks by.

I set them down in the living room.

Great, great, thanks.

Cool. Hey.

Did you check on Harvey?

Huh?

Harvey. You know, at the hospital.

Did you check on him?

Oh, right, right, right. Yeah, yeah.

I talked to him down there. Everything's fine.

They say he's getting better.

When's he get out?

Look, Joe, I'm taking a shower here.

Do you think maybe I could... we

could talk about it later?

Oh, excuse me.

Oh, man.

He shoots, he scores. Ah!

No!

Hi, Joe.

Hi.

Uh...

Joe, Joe.

Ev, is there a problem?

Problem? How did it go down?

How did what go down?

You know exactly what I'm talking about.

No, I don't know what you're talking about,

because if I did know what you were talking about,

I'd have to tell Nash, because I can't keep a secret from him,

and that would not be good for you or me.

So... 'Cause that's not the kind of news

I want to deliver to him, ever.

Joe, Joe, y-you got to help me here, bro. I...

Oh, bro, I'll help you out. I got some advice for you.

Either kill yourself or transfer out,

but whatever you do, do it quick, okay?

Hey, Nashman.

Boys and girls.

Coffee, sir?

Thank you, Michelle.

Wait. Baby, please! I'm sorry.

Sling man

walking here.

Harvey. Welcome back.

We missed you.

Really? You're not just saying that?

Of course not.

Yeah. All right.

There you go. Evan!

How's it coming with those yearbooks?

Uh, I'm-I'm still checking, boss.

Check faster.

Yes, sir.

Nash? Yeah.

That was the principal at Emerson.

Uh, we got a match on the Kid Print program.

Isabella Kuffhold, dropped out two years ago.

Isabella Kuffhold, Evan. '96.

Got it.

That's her! That's her!

I got her parents' address.

Go. Both of you.

Can you hear that?

Yeah. Come on.

Police! Hello?

SFPD, anybody home?

Come on.

Police! Hello?

Cover me, cover me.

Okay, watch those doors.

Got it.

That's the guy.

That's them, that's them.

Let's go.

Okay. You ready?

Yeah.

Hey, Nick.

Hey, son.

What are you doing home?

Well, I got some stuff for you.

We met with this woman who, apparently, you used to know.

Miss Julia Ann Porter.

Julia?

How did that happen?

Well, she was looking for you,

and um, she tracked you down through Stacy.

She wanted you to have this.

Which is what?

It's a letter of recommendation

for you to be awarded the Navy Cross.

She found it in her father's things after he died.

How come you never told me about this?

I was on a ship.

My war stories don't amount to anything.

Uh, it was the boys, the Marines, took those islands.

They had the stories.

I read this, Nick.

Is says in here that you shot down a Japanese Kamikaze pilot

who was about to bomb the bridge of the

ship...

the Admiral's flagship.

Is that true?

That's true.

Well, what happened?

You said you read it.

Well, I did read it.

Tell me.

I was on the USS Phoenix.

It was Admiral Berkley's flagship.

It was part of the Seventh Fleet.

Uh...

We were standing off, um,

a hellacious battle, uh...

you know...

Guns blasting, planes getting shot down everywhere.

It's a terrible thing to say, but...

you could look out, and in a way, it was beautiful.

The planes' acrobatics...

the trails of gun and cannon fire, the...

the bursting of aircraft in the air.

And I noticed this sand-colored plane was coming right for us.

It was strange, because nobody else

seemed to get what was happening, and...

I wasn't a gunner, but I was on the foredeck near the port side,

and...

I just ran over to the thing and started firing.

And I hit it.

First, the wing fell off, and I hit it again.

I got it good.

Then 30 yards short

of the ship, it plowed into the sea.

Damn!

You saved your ship.

Well...

I didn't do anything that anybody else wouldn't have done.

I just got to the gun first.

Nick, how many men would have died on that ship

if the plane had crashed into it?

A lot of good men would have died.

You know,

I can still see the face of that pilot,

when that plane hit the water.

Um, Nick, there's some letters in here, too,

that you might find

interesting.

They're letters that you sent to Julia

that she never received

and letters that she wrote to you that you never got.

Unopened.

Her father intercepted them.

He never liked me.

I got that.

Whoo! What is that funky smell?

That wouldn't be BO, would it?

What are you smuggling, ammonia?

Ronnie, is he downwind?

It's hard to say, with all these back drafts in here.

Joe, grab that end of the table.

My pleasure.

Go that way.

All right.

Now, then.

We can make this quick.

We know you manage Null and Void.

We're looking for a follower of the band.

As a matter of fact, this guy right here

that you've got your arm around.

Do you fear God?

Let me tell you something, stink bait.

You don't answer my question,

you're going to fear me a lot in a minute.

Satan, Satan...

Satan.

Oh, I get it. You want to make

your one phone call now, huh?

I need a name...

or you're getting a bath right there.

You can't do that.

The hell I can't.

That water is 50 degrees.

I can't swim.

Well, then, if you can't swim,

the water temperature don't make any difference do it, now?

Excellent point.

Want to call Satan now?

Floyd Jonovich.

Who's he?

He's part of the scene.

Floyd's the craziest, most totally rage-filled

follower of the band we've ever had.

And you guys were pals, huh?

We both modeled our lives after Charlie Manson.

He managed a band.

Comforting.

Hey, Ben.

Don't flinch, or I'll blow your head off.

It's a nice place you got here.

Who's your decorator?

You can have a seat right over here.

Come on.

What do you want?

Oh, Ben!

Shh.

Tunes?

So, Sarah...

Can I call you Sarah?

You know...

that is such an incredible color on you.

Are you a winter?

You are, aren't you?

Oh, did you know... this is a totally pointless story...

But did you know that your husband

tried to do me in the Xerox room?

No, no! Oh, yeah. Oh, right.

Yeah! Hey, you just stay away from her!

You want to cheat on your wife, man?

Look at that. Nice, huh?

Cheat on this.

Yeah, come on, let me show you something out here.

Whoo!

We are gonna have so much fun.

Morning, Nick.

Morning, son.

Coffee?

Please.

Did ya... did ya get any sleep last night?

Not much.

Thanks.

I never meant to hurt your mother, Nash.

I know.

Of course I told her, but you know how she was.

Mm-hmm.

Probably never mentioned it again, I suppose.

Not a word.

She still agreed to marry me.

Nick... Ah!

I was in love with Julia, Nash.

I loved your mother, too,

and God knows I did.

But Julia...

There was just something about her.

The one that got away, huh?

Maybe.

But I would've married her if it hadn't been for her old man.

You kids never would've been born.

Nick, you don't have to apologize to me.

I'm not. I...

I just can't get my mind around the idea, you...

those letters, what might've been.

Looking at you here...

How sad can I be,

and how thankful at the same time?

Nick?

Oh. You...

You look like somebody I used to know.

Maybe I am.

So?

So our death metalheads, they struck again.

This time a loft in SoMa.

Who's our friend here?

Unnamed.

Found on the premises.

My guess is she's not talking, huh?

I guess they brought her along to take part

in whatever sick ritual they're into.

Tell me what happened at the mansion.

Double homicide.

The homeowners, Ben and Sarah Tannen.

Both of 'em shot with my gun.

Harvey.

You cannot take this personally.

They didn't need your gun.

They were gonna do it, anyway.

Yeah, nevertheless, man.

Hey...

you want to feel better?

Let's catch these bastards.

I guarantee a serious attitude improvement.

Yeah.

Okay.

They, uh, they took the Tannens' Jaguar for their getaway.

I already got it on the hot sheet

for the watch commanders on the next shift.

All right.

What else you got?

I know you've got something else.

The victim, Ben Tannen, he ran a wireless communications company.

I looked into the employment records,

and I noticed he often used

this Ready To Assist Temp Services.

Found that in Isabella's room.

It's a pay stub.

She worked for Ready To Assist.

Two weeks ago last summer, Tannen's office.

Harve, you are the man, brother.

You're awesome, man.

I think, we've finally got ourselves a motive.

My guess is they have a grudge list.

Mom was on it, the former boss.

Now the trick is to figure out who's next.

Yeah, we find out who Floyd and Isabella

have some big problem with, right? Exactly.

Well, don't worry, Nash,

'cause I ain't going home till we get 'em.

Uh, don't overdo it. Evan?

Come over here.

Evan.

Okay, wait a second.

Let me go first, okay?

I just, I was the one that wanted to tell you, okay?

But she insisted on telling you, even though that you know

and I know and everybody else knows

that Joe can't keep a secret, okay? I just, I just

wanted to say that I'm a changed man,

and I'm totally committed to making this thing work.

And I absolutely will not let this interfere with our,

our working relationship,

or, or our job relationship or any of that stuff.

And I just wanted to, you know,

hopefully get your blessing.

Thank you, sir.

Joe. Hmm?

What?

Yeah?

Guess what?

What?

I just had the most interesting conversation with Evan.

Uh-huh? Yeah.

I call him over to, uh, tell him to keep an eye on Harve

when he's in this state. Huh...

And he started babbling about something else and, uh,

including that you can't keep a secret from me.

Oh.

Uh-uh.

And yet you do have a secret, don't you? Uh-uh, mm-mm...

Is that "uh-huh" or "uh-uh"?

I don't have a secret

because I forgot what it is I saw for this exact reason.

What did you forget?

That, um... Evan is sleeping with your daughter.

That's not a good joke.

It's not a joke, bubba.

Cassidy.

Hey, Dad.

We have to talk.

Who told you?

Who cares?

Hell, it could've been anybody.

'Cause apparently, everybody knows but me.

Wait a minute.

Yeah, Nash.

The grudge list.

Uh-huh, talk to me.

I'd say we got us a primo candidate.

Name. Roy Jonovich.

Floyd's father. We were going

through some of Isabella's stuff.

We found some song lyrics, probably a spec song

for Null And Void. Mm-hmm.

It was entitled "Burn the Old Man Down."

It had a number of references

to a Roy, although "Roy" is a common rhyming word.

Did you run Roy Jonovich through CIC?

That's a good idea. Hold on, I'll do it right now.

All right, now then...

Take your phone call, Dad.

We have nothing to talk about.

Oh, I think we do.

You cannot come in here and tell me how to live my life.

Wait a minute, sister, don't you launch your missiles yet.

No, he's clean. No record.

I'm an adult.

Find him, okay?

Even better, my personal goal

is to get you an address for Floyd himself.

So realize that, Dad.

Great. Keep me posted. Hold it.

When you go to college,

sometime in the next few months,

you can make all the adult decisions you want to make.

In the meantime, I'm your father.

And I'm gonna give you my strong opinion

that this thing with Evan is not a smooth move.

It's a bad move.

Oh, yeah?

I'm not going to college in the next few months, Dad.

Oh, really?

And when were you going to enlighten me?

Sometime in the next damn millennium?

I auditioned for the Oregon Shakespeare Festival.

They offered me a six-month contract in Ashland.

I think I'm gonna take the job.

I-I-I don't think you are.

You see, you've had your year off before college,

and now you are damn skippy going to college.

This is not your decision.

Do you remember me?

I'm your father, and I'm not gonna stand around

and watch you throw your life away.

There's nothing you can do about it.

Oh, yeah?

Just watch me.

You watch me.

What's the matter, son?

You look terrible.

I just found out that Cassidy's dating Evan.

And?

Well, I just went over there

to talk to her about it, and...

Nash.

She's a good kid.

The hay's in the barn, as they say.

You raised her, you gotta trust

she's got the smarts to do the right thing.

Oh, and that's another thing.

College?

She's not even gonna go to college now.

It's a nightmare.

Well, I'm quite certain that if you went over there,

you didn't leave without letting her know your opinions.

This is true.

Then you've done all you can do, now...

Come on!

Got some fish stew for lunch here.

I saw that.

This time we go to the doctor.

What's a doctor gonna say that those genius dentists didn't?

You know... I don't want to sit in an emergency room all day.

What're you, crazy?

I've shot half the people that get treated in there.

Probably go right to the front of the line.

Well, even so, look...

It's feeling bad at night

and then it feels better in the morning, so...

Let's wait until tomorrow.

Hey, fine.

Whatever you want to do.

'Cause I'm finished telling anybody what to do.

What? What?

Oh, my God! Shh.

Oh, my God! Police Department.

We need you out of here now. Come on, let's go.

Down! Down! Down! Down! Down!

Well, well, what do we got here?

What's your name?

Roy Jonovich.

What the hell is this?

Well, Roy, we got a warrant here for your son Floyd.

He doesn't live here.

Well, he gave this address on a driver application.

Also a contest form.

That's his sick idea of a joke.

I've got nothing to do with Floyd.

He is your son, right?

I didn't raise him.

I don't talk to him.

I've got my own

wife and family.

That wasn't the question.

He is your biological son, right?

Yes.

I'm sick and tired of being harassed by the cops

for the crap he pulls.

He's not my responsibility.

Now, let me go!

Well, you're just a wonderful role model, aren't you, Roy?

Hell, you should be glad to see us.

Yeah, why?

Well, because our research shows that, uh,

Floyd's on his way over here to take your ass out.

We could be friends,

so be nice.

You have an address on his mom?

Inspector! Nope, I don't.

Well, look what we have here.

Bennett, we see you again.

You know this cop?

I talked to him at the police station about my car.

Floyd's your brother, right?

Half brother.

Floyd stole my car?

Did you see him? What'd I tell you?!

Shut up.

How do we find Floyd?

♪ Green, won't you cover me sleeping ♪

♪ So deep, 'neath your cold water sky ♪

♪ And green... ♪

Little bit scary.

♪ So deep ♪

What? Exactly.

♪ Dream... ♪

Over there, in front of the stage.

♪ You never let me fall ♪

♪ Green, wrap your darkness around me ♪

♪ I breathe in your saltwater wine ♪

♪ Green, won't you paint me a rainbow ♪

♪ Just green and blue and green ♪

♪ You never let me down ♪

♪ You never let me fall. ♪

What gives?

Let me out of this chair!

Calm down a little bit, and maybe we will.

I'll kick your ass.

That sounds better in your head

than it would be in real life, trust me.

Now, it's time for you to start doing

some rational thinking, Isabella.

Eat me!

You ever heard of Carla Faye

Tucker?

Used to be on death row, but, uh, now her cell's available.

Get my drift?

I killed my mother, and I killed Tannen and his wife, too.

Floyd had nothing to do with any of it.

That's my statement!

I got a secret for you.

I'm gonna get Floyd.

'Cause I know

who his next hit's gonna be.

It's either his dad or Bennett.

Wrong.

I'm not wrong.

When he shows up to see them, he's gonna see me.

Then I'm gonna save the state

a little money, if you get my drift.

You've had your last conversation with him.

You won't even be able to say bye.

You'll never get him!

Never!

Never, never, never!

Bye-bye.

Michelle.

Yeah?

Change. I want you to get some clothes out of Property.

I want to set the hook on Isabella, and you're the bait.

I know she's gonna try to warn Floyd,

so your job is to get us a number.

Got it? Sure, no problem.

Now get out of my face. Get out of here.

Everybody except for you.

That little girl...

means more to me than anything in the entire world.

I understand that.

Good.

Enough said.

Hi.

Hi.

I don't want to fight with you.

Me either.

But I do have something I want to say.

So go ahead.

Every parent...

has hopes and dreams for his child.

So... what do you do

when he or she does something that you don't think is right?

Maybe you give her credit for making responsible decisions.

All right.

Maybe you're right.

But it would be worse if I didn't tell you

how I felt about something as important as college.

And who I fall in love with.

Well, that's, uh...

that's a bit more subjective, I guess.

But I'm probably still gonna weigh in on it.

In fact, I can almost guarantee you

that I won't be able to help myself.

Daddy, you might not like this thing with Evan,

but I love him.

Okay.

And I have to see where it goes.

Fair enough.

So how clenched are your teeth?

Pretty clenched.

That's okay.

Um, I also wanted to tell you that I spoke to

the, uh, drama professor over at Berkeley,

and it-it turns out there's

a lot more opportunity to do stuff over there than I thought.

Meaning?

I turned the Oregon Festival down.

I'm gonna go to Berkeley in September.

That's...

that's good.

Daddy, don't hide it.

If you want to be gleeful, be gleeful.

All right.

Yes!

Andy, hold on.

Yeah, I'll call you.

How'd it go? How'd it go?

Scored.

Oh, baby, thank you very much.

One-handed hug here.

I'll run a reverse on it.

I'll give Nash and Joe a call.

I'm gonna take six or seven pain pills.

Harvey, you're not here.

I'm not here; you didn't see me. I...

You're right, I didn't.

I had to come.

I had to say that. Where is he?

Watchman's trailer, middle of the warehouse.

That's Tannen's Jaguar.

He's here, Nash.

SWAT is set up and ready.

All right, good.

Harve, dial him up.

Gonna have to be Houdini to get out of this one.

Yeah.

Hello, Floyd. Guess what?

What? Party's over.

Come and get me, then!

Uh, we can do that.

Good! Bring them on.

More the merrier.

You got exactly one minute

to walk out of there with your hands high.

Personally, I don't give a rat's ass whether you do it or not.

That makes two of us.

Clock's running.

He's up to something.

Okay, Harve,

unleash the dogs of war.

SWAT, that's a go, that's a go.

♪ I hate ♪

♪ My face ♪

♪ Why? I-I-I I know ♪

♪ I said why... ♪

Inspector, we got a strong smell of gas.

Harve, get them out of there. Get them out of there now.

SWAT, abort, abort. Do you read me? Abort now.

Get out of here. Go back.

♪ ♪

Go!

♪ ♪

Well...

I guess Isabella was right.

Harve, Evan, check and make sure all the guys are okay.

Nash, we're late.

Where's Dad?

He's getting changed.

Relax, we're gonna be fine.

Wow! You look great. Look at you.

Thanks. So do you.

Here I am.

Ready or not.

Nick.

You look incredible.

You still fit into your old uniform?

We cheated.

Stacy had it tailored.

What's the matter?

Oh, I'm sure it's just

a bad case of nerves or something.

Why does this have to be such a big deal?

Because it is a big deal.

What's the matter with you?

All right.

Can I sit down a minute?

Nick?

Dad? Nick?

Oh, my God, Nash.

Nick?

Stacy, call 911.

Nick?

Nick, are you okay?

I need paramedics to 8555 Sacramento Street.

My father's collapsed.

Yes.

You with me, Dad?

♪ Two ♪

♪ Two solid hours ♪

♪ He stood alone ♪

♪ Wrapped up in shame ♪

♪ But you ♪

♪ You brought him home ♪

♪ Embraced in power ♪

♪ Driving the ache from his pain ♪

♪ Oh, that shook him to the bound ♪

♪ Oh, it gave him space ♪

♪ In a better place ♪

♪ And you... ♪

♪ Ah, ooh ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ You make me a better man ♪

♪ You make me a better man ♪

♪ Said, you... ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

♪ Oh, you make me a better man ♪

♪ You, you, you, you... ♪