Out of character

Stacy and I are in the house we grew up in. Out the front living room window, we see Dad pull up and park a car in the middle of the cul-de-sac. He gets out of the car and then leans back in and pulls a rifle out the back seat. I want to go out and tell him to drop the gun, but I am afraid. I don’t know if he intends to shoot someone, is trying to protect us or is in a stand-off. He gets shot (in the arm or shoulder?) I know it is the police even though I do not see them. Dad gets shot again and stumbles, but he is still alive.