San Francisco police officer Frank Connor is in a frantic search for a compatible bone marrow donor for his gravely ill son. There's only one catch: the potential donor is convicted ... See full summary¬†¬Ľ

Peter McCabe: What are you gonna do? Shoot me, Frank?
Peter McCabe: I can't imagine a God that would care.
Frank Conner: My son needs a transplant!
Peter McCabe: Yeah well I need a blowjob and a Martini. Looks like we're both gonna have to wait.
Peter McCabe: What do you have to offer me, Frank?
Frank Conner: Redemption.
Peter McCabe: If I can't eat it, drink it, fuck it or fire it, I ain't interested!
Frank Conner: But you're coming with me all the same.
Peter McCabe: Do you like school, Matt? I fucking hated every minute of it.
Captain Jeremiah Cassidy: How many people are going to have to die here tonight so that kid of yours can live?
Peter McCabe: [after agreeing to transplant] These cigarettes are stale. You tell that cop and his dead kid I won't stand for stale cigarettes.
Peter McCabe: You have to appreciate the irony. After all these years of being locked up, I'm given the opportunity to kill again. A cop's kid, too, and all I have to do is sit right here.

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