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What?

Freeze!

Freeze! Down!

Get down! Get down!

No! NO!

No!

Homicide.

Oh, still got the midnight oil on you?

Yeah, top of the morning to you too.

- What happened last night? - What didn't happen?

- No. - Yeah.

- Yeah? - Yes.

Oh, jeez.

You are one twisted individual.

Oh, I'm paying for it.

I can't even see straight with this headache.

I can't remember anything.

Anytime, anywhere, Stu, you are worth the price of admission.

Let's go, Falsone.

What sewer spit you back out?

Come on, we got a body waiting.

Hey, uh, thanks a lot for getting me home last night.

I didn't get you home.

I remember someone driving me.

Well, it wasn't me. I left you at the bar.

If not you, then who did?

You left him?

You don't leave Gharty at a bar. He's radioactive.

He's got a chippy on each arm, a bottle of Jager in each hand.

The man is feeling no pain.

And these chippies are leaning their bazooms into him.

Chippy?

See, 3:00 a.m. in a Fell's Point dive, you ain't trafficking

with the upstanding and virtuous, all right?

And Gharty, he's got him in a lava,

telling them tales of his days in Vietnam.

Gharty was in Vietnam? When?

Back then, when it was.

You should have dragged his ass out of there.

Poster boy for sobriety and marriage vows that I am,

I had to go see Ballard.

Oh.

Hey, uh, is it true that flat-chested women

are more sensitive sexually?

What, I look like the Kinsey Report?

Me and Laura had a debate over that.

You and Laura.

It's kind of an intimate detail to be debating.

- Yeah, I know. - Very intimate.

Yeah, I know.

- Hey, Jazzy J. Salerno. - Hey, J.

Falsone, Stivers. The victim is a male Caucasian.

His name is Eddie Scales. He's 32 years.

He was shot.

That's the wife of the victim.

Griscom, what do we got?

Young fella here's been shot twice in the chest.

It's a nine millimeter. Where's the gun?

This is all they found.

He must have been blind as a frosted, pig-tongued bat.

The wife identified the glasses as belonging to the victim.

A bounty hunter shot him.

I have him cooling in the kitchen.

The victim was a fugitive?

No, we're still sorting things out.

I see a flash. To me, he's firing a gun.

- You've seen the flash, too, right? - Hey, you know something?

I can't make you out whether this is an L or something--

Homicide's here.

Hey, how you doing?

I'm Dennis Snow.

These are my two associates, PJ Johnson and Jerry Lichte.

I'm Detective Falsone. This is my partner Terry Stivers.

- Nice to meet you. - Is this your house?

- What? - Your feet, pal.

Oh, yeah, sure. Uh, excuse me.

Terrible thing, what happens here.

What did happen?

My associates and I are state-licensed

and bonded fugitive agents.

Hmm. Bounty hunters.

No, this is all perfectly legal.

We had a retake warrant for a felon

who skipped out on his court date to be sentenced.

And this would be the victim laying in the hallway?

No. Unfortunately.

But we didn't know that at the time.

I see something in the guy's hand and a flash,

like a gun.

No gun has been recovered.

We were shot at.

Johnson and I come in through the front door.

We are immediately fired on.

You're shot at? Then where's this gun?

Out the back door. With the fugitive.

That never should have happened. Errico getting away like that.

Your fugitive runs off.

He's going in

for a mandatory five years, no parole.

All right, this is no innocent we're talking about here.

We have these jamokes' guns?

They're on their way to the firearms lab.

Yeah, I'd like it noted that

the jamokes gave up their weapons voluntarily.

Okay? So we're finished here.

I want each of them put into a separate car.

You're taking us in? That's not right.

Everybody goes.

Get your stuff.

So you were in the air cavalry?

I was. Where's my partner?

Gee gave us some days off.

Something about personal time in Seattle.

No one told me.

Yeah, she'll be back tomorrow.

So you jumped out of planes?

I think you meant air mail, didn't you?

Second Battalion, second Cavalry.

Air Cav, isn't that supposed to be

like a lean, mean fight machine, huh?

You ain't exactly a picture of svelte there,

Hey, hey, hey.

This is from, uh, coming out of the force.

Catch me back in the '70s, buddy boy.

I was 152 pounds of rock and sock and lead dog.

I was a lerp.

A lerp?

Long range recon patrol.

Carried the M60 for the unit.

I can lay out a little better than 600 rounds a minute.

That's, uh, ten, 11,

7.6 millimeter love notes a second.

Well, Gharty, you were some kind of combat hero.

Well, who said anything about that?

Everybody's a hero, right?

Isn't it perfect when you can John Wayne history?

Hey, what's your problem?

I'll tell you, Stewie, honey.

That war's over and we lost. No, you lost.

John, Emmy just signed off on that old woman from yesterday.

Let's ride and pick up the paperwork.

No, no, no. Shiner said he'd bring it down.

I need some fresh air. It stinks in here.

Okay, well, get some breakfast.

You son of a bitch!

I hate you! You son of a bitch!

Visiting my second wife and on a good day.

I want her in an interview, too!

- Hey, Rene. - Dennis.

You know me as a stand-up guy. Talk to him, will you?

I want these two in the aquarium.

Keep them apart, not talking.

- A little professional courtesy? - What you got?

Three knucklehead bounty hunters

went and shot the wrong man dead.

I know him, Dennis Knoll.

Lewis, interview one.

I'm being arrested? - We'll see.

Oh, you're not gonna cry on me, are you, huh?

Ruin my nice, sunny day. Have a seat.

No, I've worked with Knoll.

He's done the Fugitive Squad a lot of favors.

Brought in a couple nasty individuals.

- Be nice. - I'll try.

You knew Errico was in the house?

I don't know, he was-- he was up when I went to sleep.

But my husband said that he wasn't gonna be staying.

You didn't know your friend was wanted?

He was my husband's friend.

So then your husband knows.

I don't know. He comes over for a few beers.

Which he has done before.

Not a lot. A few times.

When he's been in trouble?

You think I'd let him in my house if he's in trouble?

If something like this would happen.

You see a gun.

I see someone in the hallway. It's dark.

I see this arm come up. He's maybe ten, 15 feet away.

And then there's a flash. And then another one.

- You see gunshots. - He's got his arm up.

Two flashes. That's a gun to me.

My Eddie's a good man.

He always took care of me.

- Eddie's never been in trouble. - Mm-mm.

Why are you so jumpy, Angie?

Jumpy?

- He doesn't have a record? - Mm-mm.

Because I will be looking that up

as part of my investigation.

My husband never spent a day in jail.

Could I get something to drink?

Sure. Coffee?

We never had any money.

How am I gonna bury him right?

I can make a call to Victims' Assistance to help you out.

Okay. Um, a Pepsi while you're at it, too, please.

Errico knocks you down.

- He has a gun. - That's right.

- You see the gun. - Guy jumps over the fence.

- He's got a gun in his hand. - Which hand?

Come on, you're watching him run.

- Which hand is carrying the gun? - His right hand.

You're sure?

I think so, yeah.

So maybe his right, maybe his left.

Look, the guy's jumping over the fence.

He's using his left hand.

The gun's gotta be in his right.

And now maybe you don't see anything.

Maybe there's no one coming out the back door.

Maybe there's no one jumping the fence.

He's wearing a T-shirt, jeans, and running shoes.

- You're sure? - I know what I'm seeing.

Big guy like you getting knocked on your ass,

how's that happen?

You think I don't find that embarrassing?

Never should have happened.

The gun was in his right hand.

Maybe never did happen, huh?

You take Broadway, you save time.

Too many lights.

And Hartford Road is any better?

Well, Hartford Road, lights are timed.

You take Broadway tomorrow, you'll see.

Father knows best.

Just the two I'm looking for.

Ah, Gaffney. My work day begins.

We have a request from Baltimore Magazine

to interview the two of you for a featured piece.

Some kind of father and son story

pegged on the job you did together

in the poison wine case.

Commissioner likes the idea, gave it two thumbs up.

Here is the reporter's number.

I'll have to talk to Woodlawn.

You know, Bureau policy is--

I've already cleared it with the agent in charge.

We want this story.

It's good publicity for both agencies,

good for the both of you, too.

- No. - Excuse me?

There's absolutely no way in hell I'm talking to that reporter.

That incident with the poison wine is best left forgotten.

Why would a father want to stand in the way of his son's career?

The wife of the victim, she didn't witness the shooting?

She's in there crawling the walls, barely knows her own name.

I'm hoping the sugar boost will help calm her down.

How's Dennis Knoll doing?

I'm going in on him right now.

You mind if I stand in on the interview with you?

I'm all right, I can handle him.

I'm not saying that.

I understand he helped you out a while back.

What, you're beholding to the guy now?

Friendly face. He trusts me.

I could be of help.

Okay. Sure.

You know, you really should put something in your stomach.

No, I never eat breakfast.

Did you make that call?

To Victims' Assistance.

They're not open for another hour or so.

How much they give out?

How much what?

How much money?

I mean, I gotta have enough to bury my Eddie good, you know?

Um, it'd be-- it'd be better

if you could get me cash instead of a check.

Because, I mean, those check cashing places

will take you for a ride.

A rip-off.

You on anything, Angie?

I ask you to pee in a cup, nothing funky comes up, huh?

- And you had no warrant. - I didn't need one.

Joseph Errico gave up all his constitutional rights

when he jumped bail.

Any address he lays his head? Fair game.

He is a rat's-ass dope dealer

who skipped on a $75,000 bond.

He's busted for a third drug offense.

Done.

- Mandatory five years. - But not Eddie Scales.

Eddie? Eddie ain't no virgin, his wife either.

My company's got history with the both of them.

Posted bail for the both of them.

Shoplifting, soliciting, car break-ins,

grabbing Jerry Lewis' donation boxes off counters at the 7-Eleven.

You identify yourselves when you first go into the house?

Upon entering, we are giving them a holler.

Hey, graduated Maryland College Park

criminal justice master's degree.

Two years law school, University of Richmond.

I am not your honky-tonk gun rack in the back of a pickup

Rebel Yale redneck, okay?

- I am a professional. - You could've fooled me.

A meticulous professional, thank you.

You have reliable information

that this Joseph Errico would be on the premises?

From his mother.

His mother gave him up?

Well, she is the one putting up her house to make his bail.

Her knucklehead of a son is going to Jessup

any way you want to slice it.

What good is it going to do her to lose her house?

There are three shell casings found at the scene.

Two are from your partner Johnson's gun.

The third shell casing is found next to the victim.

Johnson says he hears a gun go off.

- I hear it too. - Then he says he hears another shot.

But if there's two shots,

how's there only one shell casing

found next to the victim?

Now, you are a professional, man.

Do the math.

You wouldn't have dropped that shell casing yourself,

now, would you?

Well, why would I drop just the one, then?

Mind if I join you?

Not at all.

Is that your lunch?

Snacking. A little roughage.

Honey-glazed.

A fundamental in the law enforcement pantheon.

Yeah, well, I'm not eating lunch today,

so what the hell.

So, how's the little shop doing?

Excuse me?

The unit. How do things seem?

- Okay. - No, no, no.

There's a little bit more red on the board lately.

I'm thinking, and no disrespect intended,

but I'm thinking your father's shift seems to be struggling

with putting the squad room shooting in the past.

It's had its effect on him, I'm sure.

Not that your father's to blame.

I mean, he's done his best to keep the wheels on the cart.

I want to back him up as best I can,

but to do that, we need to know where he needs the help.

He's a proud man.

Doesn't ask for help even when he needs it.

You let us know if there's any place

where the lieutenant's fallen down.

I'm only here to help.

- Detective? - Hey, Captain.

In this agency, captains always merit a salute.

- Falsone! - Hey. Rock 'em, sock 'em Stuart

You were goofing with me, right,

about getting me home last night?

No, I swear to God I didn't.

Jeez, how the hell did I get back to my place?

- You wake up next to anyone? - I don't think so.

Not that I could see all that clearly this morning.

When you get off shift, if I were you,

I'd check your apartment for any evidence of mischief.

Evidence?

Yeah, you know, a bra, panties, a garter belt.

- A garter belt? - Or two.

Them sweet young women that were clinging on to you?

- They were showing them off. - Oh, boy.

Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy. I don't remember.

I don't remember.

Just like I don't remember Ballard

telling me she was going to Seattle.

Oh, change the subject, why don't you, Stu?

No, no, no, no, no.

She left this morning. I took her to the airport.

- Yeah? - Some kind of family thing.

Family thing? Crisis?

A thing. She was vague.

So you drove her to BWI?

Yeah.

You went to see her

after you left the bar last night, right?

- Uh-huh. - Which was late.

Yeah.

So you go home and get up early

and drive her to the airport, huh?

You must be dragging the same as me.

Oh, no, no, no. I got my five hours sleep.

What? You live all the way across town from Ballard.

How do you get five hours sleep? No way.

Who said I went home?

Oh. Yeah?

- Yeah. - No.

- You-- you and Ballard? - Yes.

Huh.

You're all right with this, right?

Oh, sure, sure, sure.

You and Ballard, I say, uh, wow.

Wow. Wow.

- You sure? - Yeah.

At least it's not her with Bayliss.

- Bayliss? - Well, at least you're straight.

I mean, you are, aren't you?

The last time I looked, yeah.

Now, what the hell is that supposed to mean?

Hey, easy, fella. Ballard's all right with me.

Right.

Okay, good. Yeah, good. Great.

Don't mention the Gulf of Tonkin.

Whatever you say, Munch.

Yeah, LBJ and his cronies, they invent this lie.

They go on TV, they do this song and dance.

I threw my TV out the window.

If it was a damn lie then, it's a damn lie now.

Right, right.

You know, they create this fiction

as an excuse to escalate the war.

It wasn't a war.

Congress never declared Vietnam a war.

The best they could muster was police action.

Which, come to think of it, is an insult

to us who carry a badge.

It was an ugly police action, all right?

Find the heroes in that.

You're really riled up, aren't you?

I'm not riled up.

I'm not finished with this morning's shooting.

I just got started, so don't be putting the bum's rush to me.

You know something? We're here for Scheiner.

Coffee ain't ready either. How you doing, Scheiner?

He's no good at cappuccino. He failed at froth.

I'm back to drip brew.

Where's the paperwork, Scheiner?

- What paperwork? - The old lady yesterday.

Yesterday? Old lady?

Yeah, yeah, the natural causes one.

Oh, that.

I messengered that report to you detectives

20 minutes ago.

Okay.

So many bodies, so little time.

Hey, guys, come on.

We're all on the same side of the line here.

Yeah, look away, son of a bitch.

Dime store Rambos.

They should be hung by the short ones.

- She looks a little raw. - Yeah, she's jonesing.

Waiting on Victims' Assistance to come down

and help her on money to bury her husband.

Five will get you ten, she puts it right into her arm.

I don't like them. I have never liked them.

They hunt people for money.

A bunch of braindead bastards.

Well, this guy right here, he's our shooter, PJ Johnson.

He claims he only returned fire after he was shot at twice.

Yeah, what's hinky is we only found one shell casing,

lying next to the victim.

- Where's the other one? - Got me swinging.

So how's his shakeout? Can we charge him?

Oh, the shooter, yeah.

The other two, that's problematical.

Unless they know for sure the fugitive is in the house,

these bounty hunters have no justifiable cause.

The other two, we charge them.

- With what? - Accessories.

Do they know their partner intends to shoot the victim?

Well, they say they don't,

but who knows what they're thinking?

We'd have to prove they knew

they were going to shoot the wrong guy.

All right, charge the shooter. We charge him his rights.

Bring in this Errico.

I want to hear his side of the story.

I'll put him on the teletype.

Lieutenant, I have someone here about the Scales shooting.

Nice to meet you, lieutenant.

Are you a lawyer? I hate lawyers.

Bobby Bridger, bondsman.

- And you are who around here? - Ed Danvers.

I'm with the State's Attorney's Office.

- How you doing? - Can't complain.

Nobody listens anymore.

Hey, what the hell?

- PJ, what's going on? - I don't know.

- They're charging him. - Charging him with what?

The wrongful death of Eddie Scales.

Manslaughter, second degree.

This is some kind of joke.

Hey, Lieutenant Falsone,

I-- I've been waiting for almost an hour now.

Victims' Assistance knows about you. They'll be here.

PJ, he's one of my employees.

This is crazy.

- How do we make this right? - It is right.

PJ goes through processing.

What are his chances he meets up with some old acquaintances

in the holding cell, buddies he's busted in the past?

Oh, I say his chances are good.

You know they would rip him a new one.

Oh, no, he'll be just fine.

Come on, you can write this up as self-defense.

What did I say about nobody listens anymore?

Second degree manslaughter? That's bogus.

I'll have my guy out on $5,000 before lunch.

Yo! I know you!

That's the bounty hunter that brought me in.

Hey!

The bum deserved to die. I did it.

And I have nothing to be ashamed about.

Mary, Mary, before you make any statements,

you have a right to have a lawyer present.

Watch your step now.

A victim, a weapon and a confession.

Hey, snap, crackle, pop, slam dunk.

Life can be sweet.

- Grab some lunch? - What do you have in mind?

Greek.

I had that for breakfast, oddly enough.

Italian.

I-- I'm just having it with the red sauce in this town.

It's all the same, wherever you go.

There's got to be some little guy below street level

standing over a vat of red sauce

with a pipe system to every eatery in Little Italy.

- How about Vietnamese? - How about no?

You talking about your days over in Vietnam

yeah, it gave me a taste for lemongrass chicken

with chili and spicy shrimp with basil.

Yeah, I never got into the food there when I was over there.

Look, um, I'm driving,

so we're going for ribs.

- Ribs? - Yeah.

No, Gharty's okay.

How delusional is your Zen deal making you?

Oh, you're saying he's lying?

Check the man's record.

The project shootings a couple years ago.

Gharty pulls up to the scene,

sees two kids chasing each other with guns.

What does he do?

What's his trained, professional response?

He runs back to his squad car,

locks all the doors, and waits till both kids are dead.

That's your big Vietnam war hero, huh?

I think he brought them up on charges.

I don't know. He was cleared.

That's because the board wanted it to go away.

It was a political decision.

The ship Gharty's asked to internal,

which we all know is worked by bottom feeders,

pestilence and plague.

Gharty's in his element there.

How he rotates the homicide is still a mystery to me.

You know something?

He took a bullet last year, just like me.

Different circumstances.

You weren't trying to save your partner's life.

He was trying to hide under his desk.

Well, you know, maybe he's exaggerating

about his days in Vietnam.

It's just talk, John.

Those days are not just talk, Tim.

I had a bail jump on a murder.

Billy Armstrong.

Evil bastard.

I get a tip on where Billy's hiding out,

some bar in Greenmount, right?

I'm driving to the bar. My partner--

That is when you was on a fugitive squad, huh?

My salad days.

So my partner and I, we know

that Armstrong's not gonna lie down peacefully.

You know what I'm saying?

I got a bad feeling about this night.

Something's gonna happen. Someone's gonna get hurt.

So I pull up to the bar. My partner grabs a shotgun.

I pull out my piece. Out comes Armstrong.

Handcuffed. Bounty hunters have gotten him.

That's how I know Dennis Knoll.

He brought Armstrong down without any gunfire.

I can vouch for him.

Hmm.

- Me? I vouch for Paladin. - Who?

Paladin. Bounty hunter.

What bondsman does he work for? I've never heard of a Paladin.

Richard Boone. Huh?

Black hat, black boots, black pants,

black shirt, had that mean little mustache.

- On TV. - TV?

Have Gun - Will Travel.

His own personalized business cards.

- It was deep. - When does this show come on?

I have never seen this show.

Never.

It was on in the late '50s

and on into the early, mid '60s.

- Richard Boone. - You watched this as a kid.

- Everybody did. - Hey, Bayliss.

Huh? Paladin.

- Huh? You remember him? - Paladin?

- Yeah, sure. - Right, right.

Bounty hunter, huh?

Bounty hunter? No, no, no.

He wasn't any bounty hunter.

He was a gun for hire.

You know who you're thinking of, though?

Steve McQueen.

Steve McQueen, Dead or Alive.

- Oh! - Great.

- There you go. - Yeah, yeah. He's my idol.

- Right. - Still is.

Steve McQueen. That's my boy.

Wait a minute. This is back in the '50s and the '60s?

I wasn't even born then.

How old did you say you were?

Oh, I just, I caught it mostly in the tail end.

You know, late night reruns. Reruns, this is like--

No. I didn't-- no, it was before my time, also.

He's able to post bond in an hour?

He's on a manslaughter charge.

They barely got him through fingerprinting and photos,

and Bobby Bridger's walking PJ out the door.

Then Danvers calls, wants to know

how PJ's been pushed up for his arraignment.

It's been scheduled for tomorrow morning.

That's not possible.

The quickest he could come up before our judge is a week.

Well, it's got Danvers scrambling.

This Bobby Bridger must have some kind of drag

with the court commissioner.

You know, this lumpy, the way she's duking the system.

No, this redefines Lumpy.

Let me make a few phone calls.

We do have an address on the mother of the fugitive,

Joe Errico.

Did the crime lab find anything?

Well, they've gone over the scene.

Every inch of floor, wall, ceiling,

every stick of furniture and cushion. No bullet holes anywhere.

And where's our witness, the young widow?

I had a uniform run her over to victim's assistant.

She was sucking all the soda out of the machine.

Smack's making a comeback, huh?

Well, find this Joey whatshisname

I don't like the idea of these bounty hunters

running around free, and he's still out there.

Hey, you two guys want something from Margaret's?

The vegetarian place?

Yeah, they got a chickpea lasagna special today.

Just had ribs.

- Where's your partner? - Munch?

The moron. Yeah.

Moron? Come on, Gharty.

Where is he?

He's at a court date. I gotta go pick him up.

You tell him for me, he wants it, he's got it.

- I'm in the mood. - For what?

He keeps on my ass,

he'll see the Irish in me, all right?

There's no need to make threats here, Stu.

It's okay with you he gets all mighty about my past?

He can step in my crap?

Stu, we got paperwork upstairs.

I'll step on his skinny neck.

You do what you have to do.

Why are you coming to me about this, huh?

Your past, that's your past.

Well, he's your partner.

Boy, you are ruining my appetite, you know that?

- We did have this conversation. - Yeah.

Right, so we understand each other, then?

Yeah, we understand each other.

All right.

It's like the war itself, huh? There's no end to it.

Yeah, they'll figure out something, somehow.

Imagine coming home drunk, trying to find your house.

- They're identical. - That never happens.

It did to me on New Year's Eve.

Right.

A couple of Christmas Eves, too.

That's bunk.

You're just trying to play into

another one of those urban myths.

Light's on.

Nobody's home.

- What do you want? - Mrs. Errico.

If you ain't the grand prize sweepstakes,

I don't know any Mrs. anything.

- I'm Detective Falsone. - Detective Stivers.

You're too short to be out after dark.

- Are you Mrs. Errico? - Way too short to be cops.

Have you seen your son today?

No, chalk it up as a good day.

When did you last see him?

When I went to bail him out some three weeks ago.

- Are you really cops? - Yeah, we are.

And you're young, too.

When's the last time you spoke to Joey?

This house is all I got to my name.

And that moron, he's going to make me lose it.

The bail people are threatening me all the time.

Where would Joey run?

A lot of places.

Wherever he can make a connection.

Does he have any connections out of town?

What, the dope in Baltimore

dry up all of a sudden?

If it's around, he's around.

There's a place up in Southport and Wolfram.

One of them boarded up places all burnt out.

I saw him come out of there a few times.

Southport and Wolfram?

I see him, he sees me.

I walk across the street, he stands there.

I say, "Joey, what are you doing?

You can't be doing this. You got to get well."

He says to me, "Oh, I am getting well."

Hey, Meldrick, Munch.

Hey, it's the Enlightened One.

What'll it be there, slappy? A little green tea, maybe?

A little carrot-apple-beet juice with a shot of wheatgrass?

How about some Himalayan yak juice?

- Yeah, is the yak juice fresh? - Fresh as can be.

What about you, Stewie boy, what's your choice?

Uh, black and tan.

Black and tan comin' at you.

- You call yourself Irish? - Yes, I do.

- Bass is brewed in England - Yes, it is.

Real Irish never order anything English.

Yeah, come on, let the guy drink what he wanna drink.

If you had any clue, you'd order half Guinness,

Half harp.

We don't have Harp on tap, John.

If you don't like it in bottles, then you have straight Guinness.

I wait till winter for that.

Well, then you have half Guinness,

half any lager on tap.

But you don't order anything English

if you have any self-respect for what you say you are.

What are you, the Jewish branch of the IRA?

Let me get some change here, okay?

You guys wanna hear something on the jukebox, huh?

Yeah, yeah, how about something bluesy?

How about that song about the old man

young girls can't get enough of?

Yeah, I got it covered there.

Every schmo who comes through that door

has been to Vietnam.

From six to 60, they all got their stories.

They all seen combat.

What was the ratio of support troops to combat?

Three to one in Nam?

- I wouldn't know. - Well, you should.

- You were there. - You're saying I wasn't?

Every schmo, six through 60, comes through that door.

If you don't want me here, why don't you just say so?

You ain't the only game in town.

There's gotta be 50 bars in a three-block walk.

- You're the expert. - I was doing my duty.

Oh, yeah? What'd you do?

Run the officer's canteen, show up around VIPs?

Come on, Munch, lighten up, baby.

What were you doing back then?

My duty.

Trying to put an end to this stupid, dirty atrocity.

That beats the hell out of driving the colonel's wife around parasol shopping.

Yeah, here. You all have a good night.

We will now.

I believe Errico's mother was being straight with us.

Yeah, she doesn't want to lose her house

due to her half-wit son.

You check this dope house she gave you?

Yeah, it was empty.

The action must have moved elsewhere.

It's a traveling circus with these hopheads.

You're late.

- And you look like hell. - That good, huh?

Hey, you two clowns lost?

- Is PJ in custody? - Did you hear me?

All your caucus is out of here.

I gotta know if you busted PJ this morning.

- He didn't show up for court. - He didn't what?

- Did PJ jump bail? - The judge is crazed.

My boss, she is pissed she's holding

a $50,000 bond on PJ, and he skips.

Well, we don't have him.

I checked his apartment. Nothing.

He's running for the border.

Not without his passport. We raised him from a pup.

Trust only goes so far.

- You catch up to Joey Errico? - Matter of time.

I'll tell you where Errico is, PJ's gonna be.

I know PJ. His pride's wounded.

You don't got him, he's out hunting down Errico.

If he brings any harm to Errico,

I'll charge everyone in your company

with intimidating a state's witness.

I'll go after your bonding license.

PJ best be found, then.

Mike Giardello, Meldrick Lewis.

Falsone, Stivers, go out and locate this Errico

before the sun reaches its zenith.

What's up there, Gee?

There's this joker running around the streets.

It's been a real pain in my prostate.

This numbskull will provide you with a description.

I'll get PJ myself.

I got a sense of honor.

A sense of what?

Honor, ethics, values.

You and me, we're kindred spirits.

We go get the bad guy. We go and hunt him down.

- You do it for the money. - Yeah, you don't?

I bring in a body for money, you stand over a body for money.

Maybe there's a difference in that

yours is stone cold dead, but me?

See, I like mine to still have a pulse

or at least be warmer than room temperature.

Why do you dislike me, huh?

- What, I like you? - No, you don't.

- Sure I do. - You do it for honor?

Is that what you do it for?

I mean I feel obligated for all what's happened.

However, I can help you. Why don't you let me?

I know PJ. PJ knows Errico.

How about I be your tracking dog?

I'll save you time, I swear,

and I will not let anything happen to Joey Errico.

Falsone and Stivers, take this mutt with you.

Mike and Lewis, you got this garbage.

I'm gonna indulge you, you understand?

- Disappoint me one more time-- - I wouldn't do that.

I will not.

Before the sun reaches its zenith.

Errico's a stone hype.

He needs to boot up six, seven times a day.

Yeah, you're an authority on hypes.

Errico is white.

How many Caucasians you count out there?

None, but I've seen the spot turn United Nations in a blink.

I know Errico's been a regular here.

Well, not now, he ain't.

You should head to Woodland and Park Heights.

He'll be there.

I feel it in my bones.

All right, so where's this buddy of yours?

Ah, PJ be somewhere across the street there surveilling.

- Across where? - Somewheres.

How many lessons do you take in surveilling somewheres?

Three half-hour classes.

Oo-ee! Three half-hour classes.

My favorite class.

You, uh, you actually make a living doing this here?

Nah, man, I'm averaging, uh, 80, 85 a year.

Thousand?

Yeah, some drug kingpin jumps his bail

at half a million bucks.

Business is good.

I've been on Easy Street the last couple years

in this town.

What about you guys?

Oh, yeah. I'm the Bill Gates of Baltimore.

Suddenly I feel like Gunga Din.

You see Errico?

No, but he's been here. I know it.

Right. You can smell a scent, huh?

No, this is his kind of circumstance.

It's his kind of crowd.

So he's been here.

Ain't the trick of what you're supposed to do

is be one step ahead of your fugitive?

Yeah, sure.

Then let's cut to the chase, huh?

Fayette and Durham.

He'll try to connect there next.

You can feel it in your bones.

Yep.

You're confident. Oh, very definite.

You're making this up as you go along.

See anybody?

- Nah. - Pull this guy over.

Hey, you, buddy, come here. I ain't gonna bust you, man.

I just want some information.

What do you need, my man?

Five-O, five-O.

- That's Errico! - Okay, okay. Okay.

- That's PJ. - That's PJ?

- Come on, Mike! Kick it! - I got him, I got him.

64-13 to KGA.

KGA to 64-13. Go ahead.

Yeah, we are in pursuit of a black Ford Explorer

and a blue Ford Tempo

still heading south on Leadenhall,

coming up on Westbridge.

KGA, this is 64-13. KGA?

We are still in pursuit on Leadenhall

and we just crossed West Austin Street.

Responding units 64-13.

I repeat, all units respond.

My wife's in here!

Can somebody, somebody help her?

- Please! - Okay. You okay?

She's hurt!

She's not moving! My wife is trapped!

- Somebody, somebody help her! - We're gonna call an ambulance.

- Somebody! - Call it in now!

Somebody! Somebody help us!

Somebody!

Call it in! Call it in!

Call it in now!

Lewis. Lewis!

Get an ambulance! Call in! Somebody get an ambulance now!

Don't touch him.

Francine! Somebody!

Get an ambulance! Call in an ambulance!

- Somebody, quick! - Let's go!

Come on, let's get on the walkies!