Steel Shit. Alan. Shit. Sorry, Alan. Alan? Alan? Yeah? I could use a hand. The car won't start and I need to call the mechanic so. Just give me a minute. Sure. Did you get off? Oh. Are you okay? Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. What did you ask? Did you get it off? I saw you trying to remove something under there. Yeah, I'm just trying to reach the timing belt. I think there's a problem. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Sorry, I should have knocked. It's okay, you know, to be curious. Your dad does it all the time. I'm sure he's doing it while he's over there. When I said for him to help out, I meant raking leaves, changing light bulbs, shit like that at the car. Take it to my mechanic. Ernesto, give him a chance. Let him try to fix it. I think he can. Put him on the phone. Now. Alan. Hello? Alan, listen to me. Don't do anything else to the car. You're just gonna make matters worse. I've had it far too long for you to fuck it up now. Do you understand me? Alan, do you understand me? Yes, sir. God damn it. Forget it. I quit. No, don't quit. You can do it. Keep at it. It'll happen. Oh. What? I think I twisted it. Ow. I think you just sprained it. You a doctor now? You know, you should be proud of your father. He's a hero. Saving people at the right moment, the right time. Just like you. I'll bring some ice. I saw a criminal mystery. January 27, 2002. Chicago, Illinois. James Cooley leaves his home after dinner to head back to his family run store. After he arrives, he waits for his mother. What are you watching? I'm watching the movie. I'm watching the movie. I'm watching the movie. I'm watching the movie. I'm watching the movie. I'm watching the movie. I'm watching the movie. I'm watching the movie. I'm wasting your time Scream in panic and drop to the floor. James scrambles towards the display counter and ducks behind it. He attempts to crawl to another counter, towards the back of the store. Another shot is fired, but just crazy fire. All of a sudden, a man with plenty of gun at the store manager, the resistance fades. As James crawls towards the back exit, the shooter says, Hold it! Immediately after, there was a loud boom followed by several screams. He fires a shot, hitting James' back shoulder. The shooter races towards the front door, exits, and flees. With the sound of computer equipment shattering, James drops to the floor and the suspect crashes through his front door and flees the scene. It took a few moments for James to understand what just happened. The side of his face was covered with blood, and he reached for a beer and began yelling in pain. He shrieked and screamed in unbearable pain, as he dragged himself across cash that was scattered behind the register to keep protection. He then reaches for the phone behind the register counter and struggles to dial. One of the customers, still sore, ran by him and could hear him gasping for breath. It's something that he still thinks about to this day. James calls 911 and mumbles to the operator for help. His son, Alan Krupe, who heard the gunshots from the back door alley, ran into the store to find his father laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. Okay, mom. Was this your first time? Can you give me an extra hand? I got it in timing, Bill. Alan. What? I'm gonna go get the case. Alan. We shouldn't be doing this. Don't worry. I won't say a thing. I'm sorry. Are you close? Not yet. You ready? Here we go. Woo hoo hoo! Perfect timing. Ernesto! Oh my God! Oh! Oh! Oh my God! Oh, baby! Baby! Oh, yes! Oh! I can't. Alan, what are you doing? He's in the house. So what? This can't happen anymore. Alan, what are you doing? Not a little boy anymore. Get out of here!