Police Pointed A Gun At Zach Randolph While He Was In Bed With A WomanS

No charges were filed relating to a mansion party hosted by Zach Randolph outside of Portland last year, where a marijuana dealer alleged he was assaulted by Randolph's entourage after a "disagreement in price" over the weed he was selling. This week, police have released a trove of documents relating to the investigation, and the Oregonian was nice enough to put them online. Those reports are below.

The victim, James Beasley, was a friend of the caretaker of Randolph's house, and found himself at an all-white party on a boat that Randolph had chartered for his "Hoops Family." There, he says, he told Randolph he grows marijuana and would be willing to sell some, and this earned him an invite to an after-party at the mansion. There, Beasley says in an interview with police, he offered Randolph a half-ounce of marijuana for $120, a price Randolph balked at.

"The price was, I guess, too steep. I mean come on, man, he—he's a millionaire, man. I'm just a regular dude out here.

According to Beasley, Randolph only wanted to pay either $80 or $100 for the half ounce.

"I'm like Zach, man, I'm just—you know, I'm trying to make a couple bucks too, man....And you know, you're supposed to really be helping me out, 'cause you—you above me right now, man. You know, you got millions of dollars. I don't—I don't have no money, man."

At this point, says Beasley, Randolph took the bag of weed and sicced his "Hoops Family" on him.

Detective: Who snatched it out of your hand?

Beasley: Z-bo, Zach...I'm like, give my weed back, you know. He's like, man, get him out the house.

At least six people attacked Beasley, punching and kicking him and chasing him out of the house, and one connected with the butt end of a pool cute.

"I'm backpedaling. I'm ducking. I'm swinging, trying to protect my life. I'm ducking. I'm slipping. They're hitting me. They're kicking me. And I just feel one—one big [inaudible] bang, crack."

The next day, at 12:42 in the morning, police executed a search warrant at Randolph home. From a report filed by one of the detectives:

I observed a male subject and female subject who appeared completely awake and alert lying on the bed inside the room. They were about eight to tweleve feet from where we were standing, inside the doorway near the foot of the bed. I observed a male subject facing me sitting partially upright in the bed with his left arm concealed under a pillow to his left, while his right arm was concealed under the bed sheets near his lap.

I heard Deputy Stinson giving commands for the subjects to show their hands. I observed the female subject immediately complied, but the male kept his hands concealed ... I commanded Randolph to show me his hands three more times allowing several seconds between each command for him to comply, but he did not. I then pointed my firearm center mass on Randolph's person.

Several seconds later Deputy Stinson commanded Randolph to show us his left hand, which he finally complied presenting an empty hand. Without being instructed to, Randolph immediately stood up out of bed, and I witnessed my eye line was below his chest. He appeared very muscular and athletic. I immediately identified Randolph was at least a foot taller and far more muscular than me. Based on Randolph's size and presence, I was concerned he could over power me should an altercation ensure. While I was continuiing to point my firearm at Randolph's center mass, he took two steps toward me and I commanded him to "Stop" which he complied.

Randolph told police he had several guns, including an "assault rifle and a Desert Eagle" pistol under his bed.

The District Attorney's office declined to bring any charges, noting that Beasley initially claimed he could not identify any of the men attacking him, and was facing prison time in an unrelated drug charge. In addition, police received "no cooperation" from anyone who witnessed the fight. Randolph has left Oregon and put his mansion up for sale.

Police documents offer glimpse into former Trail Blazer Zach Randolph's lifestyle, 'Hoops Family' [The Oregonian]