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Lewis.

Hurry, he's not breathing. We need to tube him.

Okay, what do you mean he's not breathing?

What do you mean, he was breathing before.

- Where's Francine? - She's still in the car.

- They're gonna get her out. - Is she all right?

Way to go, Johnson. I hope you're proud of yourself.

Hey, let me handle this, Falsone, all right?

First I got the wrong man shot dead in his own home.

Now I got a lady sandwiched inside of a car.

You see there? She don't look so hot, huh?

And a detective from my squad sent through the windshield.

- Who do I have to thank for it? - Joe Errico.

Not Joe Errico. You. You shot Scales by mistake.

Then he jumped [indistinct]. What the hell were you thinking?

- I almost had him. - Johnson.

- I almost had him. - Johnson, do me a favor.

- Do yourself a favor, huh? - What?

Keep your mouth shut.

- Who was in the ambulance? - Lewis. Taking him to Mercy.

How bad?

He wasn't breathing. His head--

- I-- I don't know. - What about the other car?

There's a woman in the passenger seat.

- They can't get to her. - You crash into them?

We were after the fugitive. After Errico, right?

We find him. This other guy's got us beat.

Bounty hunter. P.J. Johnson.

- You found him too? - He's chasing Errico.

It was Errico, Johnson, then us.

Me, Lichte and Lewis.

They cut across Leadenhall. We followed them and then--

I don't know. The intersection was clear.

- Lewis was driving? - We had the right of way.

- It was clear. - Was Lewis driving?

No. I was.

Look, these-- these Barney guys, they're out of control.

This guy Johnson, I mean, I must have been going over 70.

- He had to be going 80, 85. - Is he here?

- Did he stop? - Falsone's got him cuffed.

- What about the fugitive? - Got away.

Come with me to the hospital.

Stivers went with him. This lady is still trapped.

- I'm staying here. - Who told you you had to stay here?

I'm driving the car, right? I'm behind the wheel.

I got questions to answer.

Meet me there.

Hey. What's up? Naomi said something about a car accident.

We're short on details.

Ge took a phone call, left in a sweat.

And I heard "car chase, Mike, Meldrick," and "dio mio."

Maybe we should have gone with him.

There's no need for that, Sheppard.

Meldrick Lewis loses control of his automobiles on a bimonthly basis.

I'm through getting worked up over his vehicular mishaps.

Yeah, well, maybe you might start,

because someone may have gotten hurt.

Is there anyone in the squad who hasn't been hospitalized?

- I haven't. - Anyone else?

You, Gharty and Bayliss got shot.

Felton, Howard, and Bolander.

Yeah, plus Pembleton had a stroke.

Which makes it Mike and Meldrick's turn.

Better watch your back, Sheppard.

- You and I could be next. - So we don't know anything else?

Were they working on a case?

They were tracking down a fugitive.

- Fugitive? - Yeah.

- A punk named Joe Errico. - So Falsone.

- Don't ask me what happened. - You were there?

- I got there right after. - What happened?

Well, me, Stivers, and Knoll, we were out looking for Johnson.

Mike, Lewis, and Lichte are sniffing out Errico.

We head out in two different directions after two different guys,

and we all end up in the same damn intersection.

- But everyone's okay. - No, not everyone.

Lewis isn't okay.

Neither is the lady they ran into.

She's still stuck in her car. He's at Mercy.

I mean, I don't know how bad, but I know it's not good.

Lewis will be all right. He always pulls through.

He's in surgery.

Three broken ribs, a punctured left lung.

- That's it? - Plus a heavy-duty concussion.

His brain was swollen. They had to drain fluid.

- What does that mean? - Well, we won't know until he wakes up.

- When will he wake up? - We don't know.

What about Mrs. Bassett? Is she out of the car?

Not when I left. EMTs gave up on the door.

They started to work on the roof.

Once she's set free, odds are they'll bring her here.

Stivers, you stay.

Call the office when she arrives.

And call when Lewis comes out of surgery.

You and I need to talk to Ed Danvers.

You all right?

Thanks.

We have to be careful how we proceed.

How we proceed?

Listen.

We can count on a full investigation.

- We can count on press coverage. - Well, then bring it on.

Listen, I don't feel good about what happened today.

I feel pretty lousy about it, actually.

But I have nothing to hide here.

It's that maniac Johnson. He's the one that should worry.

Agreed.

P.J. Johnson's a bounty hunter, and you're law enforcement.

Now, like it or not, we have different rules.

We'll talk to the State Attorney. We'll figure it out.

Oh, we'll figure it out, or you will?

Because I can handle this on my own.

I don't need--

- Was that Francine Bassett? - That's her.

Car wreck at Leadenhall and Austin.

Well, how-- how bad is she? Will she be all right?

Broken neck, near severed spinal cord.

I wouldn't count on it.

- Well, should I care? - Sure you should care.

It's your first night out, Falsone makes you pay for dinner?

Yeah, well, he forgot his wallet.

So then he should pay you back.

- Has he paid you back? - Mm.

I haven't really seen him yet.

It's like we have this night together.

I go off to Seattle,

and then he catches this huge case.

So then when you see him,

you ought to say something to him.

Nothing less sexy in a man than stingy.

- Who's stingy? - Paul Falsone.

He took your partner out for dinner and then stuck her with the bill.

- Yeah? Who paid last time? - Oh, well, that's not the point.

- I mean, there's more to the story. - No, there isn't.

All women are the same these days.

You-- you claim to be so modern, so liberated,

when what you really want is to be taken care of.

With all the progress that was supposedly made,

women still think men owe them.

Maybe it's time you asked yourself who's really stingy.

Uh, Flora and I are meeting with the lawyers after--

after work tonight, and, um, we gotta work out

the details of the divorce, figure out the finances.

So I guess I'm a little nervous.

So, downtown Balto is wild, wild west.

You boys have fun playing cowboys and Indians?

Now's not the time, Danvers.

Let's start with P.J. Johnson.

I gather he's back in custody?

Yes, and we'll have to keep it that way.

Oh, I don't think you have to worry.

The bounty hunter jumped his own bail.

Not a bondsman in town would give him another shot.

The question is how to charge him.

Manslaughter and the shooting death of Eddie Scales.

That doesn't change.

Without the fugitive and without the weapon

to match his stray casings, no.

Which is exactly why Johnson ran.

I mean, I know it was a stupid move,

but I know what the guy was thinking.

If he catches Errico, comes up with that 9mm,

he drops the charge right down involuntary.

Johnson ran because he was scared.

He knows there's no gun to recover.

They planted those casings to cover their asses.

Enough of all of this, what we do know

is that P.J. Johnson shot Eddie Scales.

For now, we hit him with second degree.

- And what else? - Failure to appear.

That should tag on another two to five years.

What about the accident?

Well, you might get somewhere

with reckless endangerment.

To say Johnson had intent, that he alone is responsible,

that'd be tough to argue.

But if, uh...

Francine Bassett doesn't make it?

What's her current status?

Well, she's in emergency surgery to re-fuse her spinal cord.

If Francine Bassett dies,

then it's a whole different story.

If she dies, then it's on me, right?

Well, not necessarily.

My advice would be to go after Errico.

Errico?

He's a fleeing felon.

He leads the chase across Leadenhall,

which presents a substantial risk of accident.

Legally, it's not crystal clear,

but even if the fugitive's actions

weren't directly responsible for the death,

there's enough case law to support a manslaughter charge.

Then Errico it is. Now we just need to find him.

Well, he's still a possible witness in the Scales shooting.

I mean, we got uniforms in every district watch out for him.

His name's on the Teletype and NCIC.

And let's not forget Patriot Bondsman

has a bounty out on Joe Errico.

Bobbi Bridger's got a lot of money at stake.

You think he's just gonna let him slip away?

I'll give our pal, Knoll, a call.

No doubt he's out there right now, hot on the trail.

We're not calling Knoll.

Hey, listen, I'm not too crazy about the guy either,

but, I mean, he has all the background on Errico.

Any leads we have, he gave us.

- We don't need him. - Mike is right.

These past few days haven't exactly

upped my faith in the bounty business.

Not that I had any to begin with.

- You're talking about Johnson. - I'm talking about all of them.

Dennis Knoll may mean well, but he and his crew

has caused nothing but damage.

You're gonna have to go and find him on your own.

Joe told me not to say nothing.

I'm not saying nothing.

You leave Joe alone.

I thought you said Mom was helpful.

Oh, she was. Yesterday.

- Today's a new day. - So maybe she alternates.

Come back tomorrow, she'll draw us a map.

- Any luck? - Oh, Dennis the Menace.

Figured we'd cross paths sooner than later.

Yeah, well, what's that they say about great minds?

Hey, Mike. How's Detective Lewis doing?

- Still unconscious. - He's gonna pull through.

- Maybe. - You working alone?

Yeah, Lichte busted his wrist in the crash,

so he's stuck at the office for three weeks.

With Johnson locked up, Bobbi's a few men short,

so, yeah, I'm flying solo.

That is unless, you know, you two want to--

Yeah, thought of that. It's not gonna happen.

Why not? We're tracking the same guy.

And what happened last time we were tracking the same guy?

Why don't you back off on this one?

I mean, Bobbi's short on staff.

I'm sure she's got plenty of prey for you to hunt.

Plenty. But Errico's top priority.

She just raised his bounty another ten grand.

I changed my mind.

I'd rather work by myself.

I wish the both of you best of luck.

And if I get any tips, I'll be sure to let you know.

Oh, hey, here's one. Mom's not talking.

- She's not, huh? - No.

Don't waste your time on her. You ain't gonna get anything.

Watch me.

- Yeah? - , sorry to bother you.

Those two gentlemen, they're Homicide [indistinct].

Thank you.

I guess we're not too popular with Errico's friends and family.

Nope. Eleven names on the list.

- No help from any of them. - Hmm. What's next?

I don't know. You're the FBI guy.

Figured it's high time to pull out the big old bag of tricks.

- I don't have any tricks. - Well, sure you do.

None that'll help us with Errico.

It's the Federal Bureau of Investigation, Falsone.

Investigation means inquiry, analysis.

This, this is just a big game of hide-and-seek.

I say we should have stuck with Knoll.

let things get out of hand a little bit.

A little?

Naomi? Any word from the hospital?

Stiver's called. No change in Lewis.

- Mrs. Bassett? - The same.

But there's someone waiting for you two in the coffee room.

- Who? - Hey, fellas.

- Morning. - What's the story, Knoll?

I said I'd let you know when I got a lead.

- Now, I got a lead. - From Errico's mother?

You wanna listen, I'm ready to share.

You don't, I'll be on my way.

So, Errico went home after the accident?

Told his mommy he was in trouble and was on his way out of town.

If anyone came asking,

she should just keep her mouth shut.

Did Junior say where he was off to?

Only that he'd call

when he got to where he was going.

I do-- I don't get it.

I-- Errico tells her to not talk

and-- and we get-- we get the door slammed in our face.

You show up knocking, and she invites you inside

and spills her whole life story.

Not only that.

- She fed me cake. - Homemade?

- Triple chocolate layer. - My favorite.

You see, what you two don't know

is that me and my company got history with this family.

Bobbi Bridger's father bailed out Ceily Errico's daddy

three decades back.

Since then, we've signed bonds for her brother,

her uncle, and two of her cousins.

Now her little boy, Joey.

I mean, she gonna trust anybody? Gonna be us.

So even though when Joe runs,

you're the one bringing him back?

Perverse, I know,

but think of it as a love-hate relationship.

Mrs. Errico, she doesn't want her son behind bars,

but she's also our indemnitor.

Now, Junior doesn't show up...

she stands to lose her house.

That makes her my built-in informant.

See, my job is just to negotiate

between poor woman's conflicted feelings.

Oh, and how do you do that?

- I make you the enemy. - Oh, terrific.

"You see those two men right there?

They're Homicide cops.

And I know they were just here looking for your son.

Well, ma'am, you did the right thing.

You were smart not to talk to them.

I bet they mentioned something about a car accident.

Oh, well, I guess they didn't mention

that one of their friends, another cop,

was very badly hurt in that accident.

Now they're pissin' mad,

and they say your Joey's to blame.

Now, ma'am, I don't want to scare you,

but when they find him, and they will find him,

they are bound to shoot him down like a dog.

At the very least, they are going to put him through hell

and throw him in jail for a long, long time,

maybe even for the rest of his life.

But if I get to Joe first,

I promise you I will have your boy

back home before Christmas.

I guarantee it."

I'm impressed.

You're an excellent liar.

Another half hour of sweet talk,

and I'm slicing myself a second piece of chocolate cake,

and Mom's agreed to page me as soon as he calls in.

Wouldn't it be better to put a trace on her phone?

No, don't start with that nonsense.

It's only going to scare her off,

better just to stay here, wait for the page.

Wait a minute. You plan on waiting here?

Unless you don't care to know where Errico went to.

You got milk?

I'm thirsty just thinking about that cake.

- Spare a change, lady? - What?

As of today, I'm officially broke.

You have a pauper for a partner.

Things didn't go well with Flora?

She was vicious. She had a list.

What's the matter, tough guy? The ex on the attack?

Uh-huh, we meet at the lawyer's last night.

I walk in, she pulls out a list six pages long.

She's written down everything she wants.

- What does she want? - Everything.

She wants half my salary.

She wants the house, the car, the, uh, silver doohickeys.

I'm sitting there looking at her.

She's got dollar signs tattooed on her pupils.

You know, I'm thinking, "What went wrong?

What happened here? This-- I used to love this woman. She used to love me."

You think you're the only one in a tight situation?

Look around this unit.

Half the money earned sweating over dead bodies

goes to subsidize the collective ex-wives.

I'm paying in triple.

Falsone's got Jeanine plus child support.

Lewis and Barbara are in the middle of a divorce.

- She'll probably get 50%. - Oh, wrong.

- What, she's gonna get more? - No.

He's suing her. Barbara's in banking.

She comes from big money.

Meldrick's gonna take her for anything he can get.

All right.

Well, that didn't take long.

- Mrs. Errico? - The one and only.

All right, Errico.

Let's see where you went, my friend.

Miami?

US Air has a flight that leaves at 1:15.

I got Lichte back at the office booking us tickets.

Booking tickets for who? You and Lichte?

Falsone, Knoll and me.

We'll fly down on Bobbi Bridger's dime,

find Joe Errico, bring him back to Baltimore.

Yeah, Bobbi's gonna fly us first class.

You know, I've never flown first class.

These are, uh, extradition papers

stating that my company is responsible

for all expenses incurred while transporting said fugitive

from Florida back here to Maryland.

I'm offering you detectives a free ride.

We'll get the Assistant State's Attorney's signature on that

and we're on our way.

Ed Danvers isn't signing those papers without my approval.

And I don't approve, Mr. Knoll.

As a matter of fact, I strongly object.

- To what? - Your freestyle approach to law enforcement.

Let me ask you something, Lieutenant.

Why do you think I'm here in your office right now?

- I wish I knew. - Joseph Errico is in Miami.

He needs to be in Baltimore.

I'm sure I can go on down there and get him myself, but...

I am suggesting.

All right, I am asking you that we do it together.

That way we can make sure that it goes down without a hitch.

It does make sense.

I cannot make this department more liable than we are already.

Joe Errico crossed state lines.

As an FBI agent, I'm free to go after him,

with or without Knoll.

Falsone, he's been on this since the beginning.

I thought he should be there.

I thank you for your generous offer,

but we gratefully decline.

I'll send you a postcard, boys.

I'll call at Danvers.

He'll get us our own extradition orders.

You can take that same flight.

First class?

Ask again and you're going Greyhound.

On second thought, you're not going at all.

You're going to stay right here and work on that Scale shooting.

You and Stivers stay in Baltimore.

And I need those papers on P.J. Johnson.

- Thanks a lot, Lieutenant. - Fellas.

Get your bags packed. You're on your way to Miami.

Miami?

Michael will fill you in on the way to the airport.

Great.

How long have you lived in Florida, Detective Frescher?

Moved here ten years ago. Wouldn't work anyplace else.

Personally, I'm disappointed.

Fifteen minutes of Miami,

I haven't seen a single set of breasts.

I mean, what else is there to Florida

except a lot of sand, a lot of sun,

and pair after pair of silicone implants

just bouncing around in plain view?

Oh, jeez. I don't know what there is.

Um, let's see, um, Disney World? Cape Canaveral?

If you're looking for women,

you should head towards the water.

We're not looking for women.

- We're looking for Joe Errico. - Yeah, well, he's nowhere to be found.

Instead, we got a few tired-out palm trees,

1,000 degree heat,

and this rusted-out Lincoln with no AC.

If you want to see heat, you should have been here in August.

Try Baltimore in February.

I know a lot of detectives up there

that would kill to switch places with you, Frescher.

Sure we got the right pay phone here?

Corner of 10th and 23rd. Errico used it this morning.

Pretty sure he'll be back.

That's if he's still in the neighborhood.

I'm willing to bet he is.

Errico's new in town, short on cash,

no doubt desperate for a fix, he's going to stay put.

Probably look for a job someplace off the books.

Well, there's no point in all four of us sitting here.

You know, you and I, we can use that stadium wall for cover.

Keep our eye on the phone booth.

Bayliss and Frescher, you can start canvassing.

- Yeah. - Let's get to it.

- Case file? - No, no, no.

Bank staples.

Got to get all my financial records

over to Flora's attorneys.

This thing is a huge headache.

Sure it is.

The way she talks, she wants to charge me for everything I ever did wrong.

Ten bucks for leaving my socks on the floor.

Fifty for, uh, being mean to her mother.

2,000 for missing her 33rd birthday.

Sounds like my sister and her husband,

they went through the same mess.

Lawyers, meetings,

calling each other names, screaming on the phone.

So one day, he threatened her with a tennis racket.

- He hit her? - Nah.

He stopped himself and they both started sobbing.

Once they saw

what the relationship had turned into,

they both realized, you know, it didn't have to be that way.

They got rid of the lawyers.

Worked it out themselves.

You think-- you think I should try that with Flora?

Makes sense to me.

I mean, both your hearts have already been broke.

Why lose 10% in legal fees?

Al, there you are.

I have got a letter for you.

Special delivery.

- What is it? - Well, it's a claim.

Filed by Charles Bassett's attorney.

He's suing the city for liability

in his wife Francine's accident.

Now, the suit lists the driver of the police vehicle

as the principal defendant.

I think you'll recognize the last name.

I see a lot of names here, Captain, including your own.

And Barnfather's, and the commissioner's, and the mayor's.

Bassett's going after the entire chain of command.

He's even included the FBI.

I can't imagine Mike's superiors at the bureau

are any more pleased than we are.

Well, it's not naming Bobbi Bridger,

that name should be first on the list.

Bobbi Bridger did not run a red light.

Neither did any of her employees.

Ed Danvers thinks he can charge Joe Errico.

Charge the fugitive.

Bayliss and Mike are in Miami tracking him down.

All I know is this does not look good for the department.

We are getting plenty of bad PR,

and the commissioner is cursing your own flesh and blood.

So if this Errico is your scapegoat,

then I suggest you find him.

Fast.

So what's it like working under your old man?

Yeah, don't even ask.

- All right. - I'll tell you one thing.

If he knew the two of us were staked out together,

I'd get the spanking of a lifetime.

He loves me that much, huh?

Yeah, it's okay.

I got a pretty good idea of what the lieutenant thinks of me.

A danger, a fraud, some kind of incompetent cowboy

just out to mess up your best laid plans.

He doesn't like my style, and neither do you.

- The jury's still out. - Fair enough.

In the meantime, let's keep dad in the dark.

As far as he's concerned,

our paths never crossed in Miami.

Unless we find Errico.

Unless we find Errico,

which is looking less and less

like we're going to do by standing here.

The longer we wait,

the longer he's got a chance to be on the road.

We should ask some questions.

Sounds good by me. Which way is the beach, boss?

You really think we're going to find this guy in a boat?

Remember that kid who shot Versace?

- Uh, Andrew Cunanan? - Yeah.

They found him on a boat about six miles from here.

Wow. I don't think Errico's really the nautical type.

They say he's a dope fiend, right?

And he's going to need money.

Down here, these fishing rigs are your best bet.

Oh, so they hire him off the books, huh?

On a pay-by-day basis.

Especially now with the crabs still in season.

- Crabs? - Fished right out of these waters.

- Best in the country. - Oh, I don't know about that.

You ever been to Baltimore?

Baltimore?

Let's check in here.

- Aren't you done yet? - I started over. It figures.

I'm typing a report on P. J. Johnson,

and it has to be the J key that keeps sticking.

I hate computers.

Get up. Let me do this.

You know, I still don't get how this happened.

You and I land this case,

and we're stuck here shuffling paperwork.

Bayliss and Mike go on frolic in Florida.

- You are jealous. - And you're not?

I think Mike has a lot of things on his mind.

I doubt he's much in the frolicking mood.

Errico hasn't been here. I gave the desk guy 100.

He'll call if he sees him.

$100?

- Should I have gone higher? - Who knows?

- That's a nice T-shirt. - Oh, yeah, thanks.

Bobbi got them printed up for Christmas.

Motto's on the back.

"Freedom and justice for all."

If you want, I'll get you one.

Oh, don't you think it's a little bit much?

The American flag, Patriot Bondsman?

Well, what's wrong with that?

Bridger's family has owned this company since 1923.

Bounty hunting has been around since before the Constitution.

You know, back in Norman England,

prisoners were croaking in their dungeons

even before they had a chance to go to trial.

So judges started releasing them to their friends and family.

But the guilty party took off.

The person he was released to got hung instead.

- Sounds fair to me. - Yeah, but it's messy.

So under the Tudors, courts started taking bail,

and the family started hiring bounty hunters

to avoid losing their hard-earned ducats.

Next hotel.

Your average-sized stone crab is the length of my forearm.

Six-year-old critters could fit in its claw.

- Working hard? - Yeah, yeah.

We covered from here to the marina,

came back again, nothing doing.

You guys make out any better?

- Make out? - Yeah, we wish.

Did see a few sights, though, huh?

We also talked to a young couple

who think they saw Errico earlier today.

- A place called The Binnacle? - The Binnacle.

Best crabs in Miami. That's what they said, too.

You know, Frescher has been trying to convince me

that the Florida crustaceans match up to our Maryland ones.

Oh, now, that is a mighty bold statement, my friend.

Sounds like we ought to head on over to The Binnacle,

ask around for Errico,

and have ourselves a little taste test, huh?

Sounds good to me.

I'm surprised you eat shellfish, Bayliss.

I wouldn't think that bottom feeders

would fit in with your new clean regime.

Well, Mike, I was a Baltimorean

before I became a Buddhist, you know?

- You talk to the manager? - Yeah.

Errico's been here.

Said he came in, drank a beer,

paid cash, and left.

That does not mean that he won't be back here.

Looks like we got two choices.

We can either wait here

and hope he walks through the door,

or we can recanvass the neighborhood

and maybe cover a wider area.

What do you want to do?

So, what do you think? Better than Baltimore?

Blue crab and stone crab? Man, there is no comparison.

Tell you what, why don't you and Knoll,

you go take Errico home.

I'm gonna stay put right here.

- That was the boss lady. - Now what?

She want to raise the bounty again?

Mrs. Errico just called the office looking for me.

- What'd she want? - Bobbi wasn't sure.

Maybe Errico called her again, gave an exact address.

Why would he do that?

So she could send him a care package?

Even if Errico told his mommy where to find him,

you think she's really gonna share with me?

Don't get your hopes up too high there, fellows.

She's probably just looking for a shoulder to cry on.

I mean, I'll squeeze what I can out of her.

- You gonna call her now? - Yep.

Now, you fellows keep your voices down.

I don't want to risk spooking Mrs. Errico.

I mean, it's one thing to have a friendly little chat with the woman,

but if she thinks I'm down here hot on Joey's tail,

she's sure to shut down completely.

Oh, that's right.

She has to think that you're still in Baltimore.

- That's right. - Now, she wants him back there,

but if he stays down here, she loses her house.

Like I said, it's a delicate situation.

Hey, wait a second.

Why don't we let mama help us bring Joey home?

- How are we gonna do that? - Well, Bayliss was on to something.

Mrs. Errico should send Junior a care package.

Yeah, what would be in it?

Money for a plane ticket back to Baltimore.

Is that your big plan?

Ceily Errico's a retired daycare worker.

She doesn't have any cash like that.

No, but you do.

Oh, do I?

All right, talk to me.

Return Mrs. Errico's call

and listen to what she has to say.

Tell her that he'd be much better off

if he turned himself in.

Convince her again that you're on his side,

so much so, in fact--

That I'm willing

to pay for his ticket to come on home.

Say you're tied up at the office

and you'll send someone out with an envelope for her.

Then we call Lichte.

He brings her the money.

She sends the money to Errico.

You know, there's a money-wiring place

- not far from that phone booth. - Excellent.

Errico goes to pick up the money,

and guess who's there waiting?

What do you think?

I think you better be careful, Agent Giardello.

You're starting to sound like a bounty hunter.

- Gee? - What now?

It's Stivers on line two. Lewis is awake.

The nurse said Meldrick would be here

at least another week.

He asked for a cheesesteak.

I figure that's a good sign.

Detective Stivers?

Oh, Mr. Bassett. I didn't see you.

Are you the captain? The police captain?

I'm Lieutenant Giardello. How's your wife?

Gone. Francine is gone.

11:32 a.m.

We would have been married 40 years next May.

Hey.

What do you look so glum for there, Stivers?

One good thing come out of this fiasco.

Which is?

I am no longer

the lousiest driver in the Homicide Unit.

Now, young Junior Gee, he got that title hands down.

What's up with that, Gee? Huh?

How come you never teach your boy how to steer?

The woman died, Meldrick.

- What? - The woman in the other car.

Her neck was broken.

She died this morning.

Does Mike know?

No.

- Mike's in Miami. - Miami?

Errico called his mother from a pay phone in South Beach.

Mike and Bayliss went down to find him.

So he doesn't know.

Not yet.

Damn.

The Sunshine State.

Yeah, hi. Uh, I got something here--

- Freeze! - Police!

- Hands up! - Put 'em on the counter!

You got the wrong guy.

- Gun? - No gun.

You got the wrong guy.

Oh, no, no. You're the right guy.

- We already got the wrong one. - Cuff him.

Come on.

- Manslaughter? - That's right.

Car accident two days ago.

Corner of Austin and Leadenhall.

- A woman died. - Wasn't me that hit her.

I dealt a few drugs. I got caught with nine vials.

It's your third offense.

You were going in for a mandatory five.

That's why you jumped bail.

Jumping bail was a bad idea.

You think five years is long? Five years is nothing.

You'd have been out before you knew it,

but not anymore.

You messed up, Errico.

If you didn't run, none of this would have happened.

It was one of you guys that hit her, wasn't it?

If you'd have shown up for court,

Francine Bassett would still be alive

and so would Ed Scales.

What? Scales isn't dead because of me.

- Oh, yes, he is. - No, he isn't.

- Yes, he is. - No, that bounty hunter shot Ed Scales.

And don't try to say different

because I was there when it happened.

- You were in the house. - Yeah, I was in the house.

Thank you.

He came in looking for me and he shot Scales instead.

Stupid, crazy-ass bastards.

All of you. You wanna put me in jail?

You're the ones that should be locked up.

I sling vials. I try to get by.

I never hurt anybody in my life. You go around shooting people.

You're crashing cars into people.

You're all out of control. You're all crazy.

Don't you try to put it on me. Don't even think it.

Come on. Ask him about the gun.

Easy. He'll get there.

What'd you do with the gun, Errico?

- It was at his mother's. - Back of the linen closet.

It was there the whole time.

Yeah, Miss Errico figures that Joe gives her his gun,

that he should be on the straight and narrow.

Now he's going away for how long?

The original five years,

plus whatever he gets for the manslaughter charge.

Poor woman.

Hey, at least she gets to keep her house.

And P. J. Johnson?

Johnson's scot-free.

Errico admitted he was in Scales's place.

Knoll and his gang, they have the probable cause.

Now P. J. has to look for a new line of work

because Bobbi Bridger says she's not gonna hire him back.

Well, that's good news.

All in all, I'd say it was a successful excursion.

I'd say the taxpayers' money was well spent,

except perhaps for this one receipt.

A shipment of frozen seafood

from a Miami restaurant back here to Baltimore.

I won't ask. Good night, everybody.

Night, Gee.

- Mike. - Yes?

You know, we can't count on Charles Bassett

dropping his suit.

Well, why should he?

He knows he can get more money out of the department

than he can from a convicted felon.

Well, the city insurance will cover it.

Oh.

So I'm not supposed to feel bad

because I'm not writing the check.

Remember when I was teaching you how to drive?

How could I forget?

Those were some of the worst fights we ever had.

I said, "Turn left," you turn right.

I said, "Slow down," you'd speed up.

You had to do things your own way.

Well, it's a good thing I've grown up since then, huh?

Well, accidents happen.

Don't be too tough on yourself.

You two, you didn't miss a thing.

Miami was cold, it was gray, gray,

the beach was dirty, dirty,

and the people were ugly, especially the women.

And the crabs, I mean, [indistinct] crab to save their lives.

And the crabs were ugly.

I must admit,

the bounty business does have its upsides.

Of course it does.

There is no hunting like the hunting of men,

and those who have hunted long enough and liked it,

care for nothing else thereafter.

Ernest Hemingway.

- Hey, Mike. - Hey.

- Where you been hiding? - I went to see Lewis.

- How's he doing? - He's okay. I'm worn out.

Why don't you have a seat there, young Giardello?

I've got something here that just might perk you up.

- What's that? - Our bounty.

Bobbi gave me my 20,000.

I took my share, the rest is for the four of you.

I figure we all caught Errico together, so...

You're giving us 16,000? You're out of your skull, Knoll.

- We can't take-- we can't take this. - No?

No, otherwise we're going to be kicked off the force, brother.

You want to do that to us, huh?

Feel free to buy us another round, though.

I'm sure nobody objects to that.

Hmm? No, no, no, consider it done.

- Hello? - Mr. Bassett?

Yeah?

This is Detective Lewis calling.

I was in the accident.

- I was in another car. - I know who you are.

I'm busy right now, Detective.

We have to make arrangements for Francine.

Yes, sir.

I just wanted to call to say sorry.

You know, to apologize.

Your boss took care of that already.

Like I said, I was in the other car.

And I could blame my colleague.

I could be sitting up in here

cursing his name, but I ain't gonna do that.

I can't, because it could have been anybody behind that wheel.

Could have been you. Could have been me.

You're trying to get me not to sue.

No, sir, no, I'm not.

Mr. Bassett, Mike, he's a good-- good guy.

But that man who was chasing him,

well, that's a different story.

He shot an innocent person.

He...

left a young woman a widow.

And I'm a widower.

Somebody has to pay for that.

Don't they?

That's the way things work.

Hey, Rene.

- I talked to Flora. - And?

I told her about your brother and his wife,

about the tennis rackets and the tears

and how they worked everything out.

How did she respond?

She threatened me with a tennis racket.

Did she hit you?

She would have, but then she realized

that the tennis racket was on her list.

And she didn't want to ruin it.

Poor Stuart.

No, no, no. No. Don't pity me.

I left that house, and I decided on a new strategy.

I am not going to worry about my ex anymore.

I'm not going to worry about the money.

What are you going to do instead?

- Spend. - Spend.

If half of it is hers,

I might as well use it, right?

So we're all going out to dinner tonight on Flora.

- Oh, how generous. - Uh-huh.

Is my partner around? I want her to come.

Well, I think you're about two minutes too late, Stu.

I think Ballard's a little busy.

Mike?

I was just thinking about what Errico said.

That he got caught with nine vials,

and look what it turned into.

There's something not right about that.

It's messed up.

You think by giving us this money,

it's going to fix anything?

Maybe not, but it sure can dull the pain.

Here.

Okay.

I'm beating myself. That's yours.

You can take it or leave it. I'm turning in.

It was nice working with you.

Nice working with you.

Let's hope it doesn't happen again.

Hope not.

You taking the money?

I gotta go see a couple of people.

Mr. Bassett?

It's Michael Giardello.