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Tonight's on the Sentinel. Pick the work
of a research department up there.

Let's go, Romeo. We've got to take a
warrant downtown.

What do you think of my image?

Cut your hair. Run for president. I'll
blow it away. Your investigation is way

off tomorrow.

Sounds like Max is on something nasty.
It's supposed to be Carl McQueen, not

Steve McQueen.

Two months ago, I had a brief affair.

Show is over.

I don't know. Just put them off. Tell
them I'm at lunch.

All right, I'll handle them.

Thanks, Pete.

Ben Steele's coming up.

Vince? Are you kidding me? I love that
guy. He's such a character.

More like a caricature. He doesn't
realize this is real life here.

No prune damage.

Come on. Didn't you ever watch
Braddock's Way when you were a kid?

way. I watched Banachek.

Banachek was George Brevard? Come on. He
was smooth. He was intelligent. He was

an insurance investigator that hardly
qualifies as a detective show. All

well, then I take Mannix. Good with his
fists, dry sense of humor. Granted,

granted, I'll give you that, but Starsky
and Hutch, they had the car, right? I

mean, Mannix, I don't even know what he
drove.

Starsky and Hutch were cops, not P .I
.s. So?

Although I can see how Huggy Bear
inspired your kiss here. Hey, hey, back

Simon, Simon, come on. What was your
favorite 70s detective show?

You're kidding me, right?

Chef.

You know who we're forgetting here? It's
Beretta.

Keep forgetting about him, kid.

Dressed like a bum.

And what was it with that stupid
rooster?

Well, I think it was a cockatoo, Vince.

I don't care. It was a friggin'
pterodactyl. He'd kick his ass every

night. Bill, how did you get up here? I
promised the duty sergeant a couple of

feature passes to the Cascade Days
Parade. I'm the Grand Marshal again.

Look, there's a folder in your clothes
case box. I want you to read that.

Is that it, Vince?

You know, the last tip nearly cost me my
badge.

You remember that, don't you, Vince?

Airport, drug deal, turned out to be
baby powder.

This is different.

The victim's a personal acquaintance of
mine, and your investigation is way off

the mark.

Vince, it's not that we don't appreciate
you. Oh, my God.

You're Bill Braddock.

That's the name. Don't wear it out.

I'm actually Vince Deal. Oh, Megan
Connor, I just can't believe it's you.

He should have been running forever in
Sydney.

The Aussies don't dub the episodes. I
lose something in Japanese.

Why, how am I always in my night with
Braddock's way?

Deb, before you get started, make him an
inspector, not just go to the weeds.

An inspector, huh?

I guess if Jim is too busy to meet with
a concerned citizen, I'll just have to

file my report with you.

Report?

Yes, uh, Mr. Deal has to be one of our
better informants.

I'm familiar with the dark underbelly.

Ah, that's what you say at the start of
every show.

Careful, Connor. You're going to start
whistling the theme song.

Captain Sandberg and I are going to have
a bite to eat. It's past noon. My

underbelly's starting to growl.

Mr. Deal, if you'll follow me, I'll take
down that information. I'd be delighted

to follow you.

So what'll it be? A little German? How
about that German place?

I can't eat there. You know that. They
got animal heads all over the world. I

can't eat with an audience. Come on.

Uh, Charlie's.

Charlie's. Got a Vince Dio sandwich on
the menu.

What would that be?

Pickled liver on rye?

Oh, come on. That's cold. That's cold.

Go easy on the guy. I mean, put yourself
in his shoes. He's a big star and now

he'd be grateful to open up a
supermarket.

You know what I don't get, Chief?

Radix Way was a top ten show when the
network bagged it. I mean, Prince Deal

hasn't worked since yet.

What do you think the guy did?

Yeah.

Hey, Connor, have a deal hand you a hot
case?

All right. Be there in five minutes.

Got a body on Mason. Looks like a
homicide.

What's up, Connor?

Cause of death appears to be a gunshot
wound through the heart fired at close

range. The person was found nearby while
at... Maybe you established time of

death? Approximately four this morning.

Oh, it's a beautiful, well -dressed
young woman doing walking around here at

that hour.

A massive wound.

There's blood all over her blouse and
her coat here, but there's nothing on

ground. Well, she was probably shot
someplace else and brought here.

It's possible.

But the empty coat suggests otherwise.

Unless the killer wanted it to make it
look like a botched robbery.

Excuse me.

Is he doing a fentanyl bid now? Quiet.

I can't believe I told you that.

You really didn't have a choice, Sandy,
but no worries. It's our secret.

Keep it that way.

I took the money but left an ID.

Mary Volker, age 28.

Matthew the what?

That's a bit of a coincidence.

What's that?

That tip we got from Vince Deal.

That's got to be good.

Vince knew this reporter at the Herald,
Max Rogers.

Friday night, they run into each other
at the Cascade Hotel bar.

Oh, yeah. That's the old hangout.

I think they have a drink named after
him.

Fifth of Johnny Walker straight up.

That's cool, Jim. Vince was sober as a
judge when I talked to you.

I'm interested. Go ahead.

Max Rogers intimated his life was in
danger over some expose he'd written.

next day, he was found dead.

An apparent suicide.

Vince thinks his friend was murdered.

Conor, I know you're a big fan of Mr.
Deal, but what does it have to do with

dead body?

Mary Volker also worked at the Herald.

I autographed an 8x10 black and white
for Max to a Mary.

Some chick he had a thing for her at the
office.

The victim worked in the research
department at the Herald. She assisted

with a lot of his articles.

Now there's your connection.

Listen, Max tumbles on a big dirty story
and they want to put it under the rug.

So, What do they do?

They shove Max's head into an O 'Keefe
and Merritt, snuff out the pilot light,

poof, sayonara, Max.

But who do they still want? Who still
knows, huh?

Mary Volker.

So, they have her shot and make her look
like a phone and mugging.

Max's death was ruled a suicide and
there was no sign of struggle. His blood

alcohol level was way up there and there
was a note, Vince.

Put a gun to a guy's head, pour a bunch
of booze down his throat, have him write

a kiss -off letter.

That's it.

Twelfth episode, uh, Rhapsody in Red,
right?

Here are the crime photos.

I beg your pardon?

He asked to examine them, Captain. I
couldn't see the harm.

This is exactly the way they found them?

Before forensics took over, yes.

If Max died of a soup full of gas, who
the hell turned the oven off?

Captain, maybe we could get a look at
this one.

Thank you.

Who was Max trying to nail in his
article?

I don't know. It was a little smashed
when I talked to him.

But he said something about fire
engines, fire hydrants.

Could he have said hydrant?

Hydrant? Yeah, yeah. It could have been
that.

Listen, if I can be of any help... We
got it from here. Thank you. Thank you

very much.

Thank you very much.

I'll escort you to the news.

I guess it's better than being tossed
down the back stairs.

Listen, I'm not busy. If I can be of any
help, all right? Vince, you've been a

great help already.

Thanks. I kind of love the guy.

No, I don't.

Look, I'm going to have Connor go
through Roger's effects and talk to his

at the Herald. In the meantime, I'm
giving you a warrant. I want you to

Mary Volker's home.

I'll keep you informed, Vince.

Personally, I hope.

Any chance for dinner?

Tonight, I'm sorry.

It's the age thing.

I'm still a child inside, and I'm
reasonably well preserved on the

No question, but I'm on the night watch.

Another time?

Another time.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Megan?

So, was he hitting on you?

More like a light tap.

Actually, I find him rather charming.

You know, he is old enough to be your
father.

Sandy, are you jealous?

Jealous? Me? No, come on. No, I mean,
I'm just, I'm concerned, all right? I

don't want you falling for an image.

Really? Well, at least he had one.

Excuse me, Connor.

Let's go, Romeo. We gotta pick up the
warrant downtown.

Hey, what do you think of my image?

Your image?

Yeah. Hey, John.

I don't know.

Cut your hair, run for president. I'll
vote for you. I don't care.

Is that address again?

1340 Bridgewater.

Turn east on western.

Sure it's not west on eastern.

Hey, what's this hydrogen thing that's
on?

Hydrogen's a security firm near the
area. I've been here less than a couple

months. There's already allegations of
them being involved in protecting

clients. Like what?

Possible misuse of client info,
extortion.

Simon's been trying to get a man on the
inside.

If this is late, Kyle is on to
something. This investigation could

211 in progress at 1340 Bridgewater. All
available units... That's Walker's

house.

Internet Echo 7 responding on our way to
1340 Bridgewater.

10 -4 Echo 7, all available units,
provide backup.

That's the house.

Keep your eyes open. Stay close to the
radio, okay?

Is he dead?

Vince, what the hell are you doing here?

I'm going to my dressing room.

Am I going to have to lock you up here
or chain you up here?

What were you thinking, huh? I mean, how
did you get in the house in the first

place? Just fine, thanks for asking. I
found a spare key under the flowerpot.

You ever find out the name of the cold
cock artist?

Vince, that's my job, all right? That is
not your job nor any of your business.

If I was doing my job and my business
correctly, I'd be running you downtown

I'd be booking you for interfering in a
police investigation.

I just want the truth, just like you.
You want the truth, Vince?

I'll give you the truth. The truth is,
you keep this up, you're going to be

collecting your acting residuals from
the pen.

I dialed it back.

My head hurts.

Jim, let me talk to him.

Vince, you better pull it together here,
buddy.

What happened in there?

Well, I was pawing through the files
trying to find something of Max's

about that Hydra thing, and all of a
sudden I heard the window break,

jumps down, I get clocked.

Next thing I know, there's a stiff on
the carpet. Did you find anything

No.

Looks like the prowler was looking for
incriminating evidence.

Not necessarily.

You're losing me.

It's possible anyone Max might have
confided in is at risk.

Suppose the suspect was actually tailing
you and thought he'd found a quiet spot

to do the job.

Megan's right, Vance. Look, you need
some protection, just for a couple of

A safe house? Not exactly. Look, I'll be
right back unless you hear some

gunfire.

I appreciate your efforts here, but I'm
really just kind of an eggs and coffee

man myself.

You'll love these, believe me.

I'm trying to love it. I just wish it
wasn't raw in the middle.

Mine's burnt.

Three little bears, Ben?

Got any pork chops?

Yeah, sure.

Yeah, yeah, they were right next to the
whale meat, Ben.

Pork chops?

Yeah, you got a great pad here. I could
fit my whole apartment into your living

room.

Well, with all those residuals, I
figured you'd have a big house on the

something. With ex -wives and bad
investments?

Nah, I get by all right.

You know, Fitz always wanted to ask you,
whatever happened to... Braddock's way?

Yeah, I get that question a lot.

Remember Linda Rydell?

Yeah, the one who... Yeah, she played
your secretary.

Yeah, she's a nice girl.

We were very close.

It was May 1976, I was going to be on
the Carson show, and I was in the green

room, and the phone rang, and it was
Linda, and she was crying.

She just got fired.

Well, I got pissed, and then I got
loaded.

A half hour later, I'm on with Johnny
telling him why she got fired.

Some network VP had knocked her up, and
his old lady had spiked him with it.

Hmm.

You know, Vince, not that I doubt the
veracity of your story here, but I

Carson all the time. I don't remember
that. Well, my segment got cut, and the

lawyers got on the phone, and that was
it.

Well, now we have to... Listen, could
you drop me at City Hall?

I've got a parade commission meeting.
It's going to take all day.

All right, Vince.

We have a security detachment there.

I'll drop you off, I'll pick you up, but
I want you to stay in the building.

Right.

Well, not bad.

Security is run by R .J. Shannon, a
former FBI agent.

Now, her partner is another ex -Fed,
John Bentley.

The man you shot was Eddie Carpenter.

He graduated from Quantico with Bentley,
but there's no indication he ever went

into law enforcement.

You don't graduate Quantico and not
become a Fed.

Unless you've got a better future as a
hitman.

Exactly. Now, there's another guy on the
payroll.

Joey Trillo is with him as a consultant.
Must be Coleman. But he was a suspect

in a kidnap case a couple of years ago.

San Diego police couldn't find enough
evidence on him, so Chillo walked.

Sounds like Max was onto something nasty
then, wasn't it?

Simon, I gotta get inside somehow.

Way ahead of you, Jim.

Connor, would you like to show Detective
Ellison the background we drew up?

We think you'll make an attractive
candidate for Hydra's employment role.

After six months in the squad room, I
left Portland and moved up here.

A lot of our recruits come from law
enforcement.

We're always happy to have trained
officers.

Why exactly did you leave the Portland
PD, Carl?

You're going to find out anyway if you
check.

A guy died in custody.

Got a little out of hand in the
interrogation room, you know what I

I didn't lay a hand on him.

They dismissed me and ended my back pay
and pension.

I'm going to do a good job for you, Miss
Shannon.

I just want a shot.

We'll start you out in home protection.

Marika.

If things work out, there are always
opportunities for advancement.

I won't lay it down, ma 'am.

Marika, this is Carl McQueen, our new
security officer.

Hello. Pleasure.

Certainly.

After you finish your paperwork, Carl,
we'll get you fitted for a uniform.

We'll only provide you with a firearm
and training at our private shooting

down on Parker Street.

So you work in the personnel department?

No, I'm a bodyguard.

Oh.

Over there is where the bookkeeping is
done.

Downstairs is the computer room. Unless
you have authorized business down there,

consider it off -limits, all right?

And upstairs is our publicity section.

I've seen your commercials.

Well, even security firms have to
advertise.

I'm Vince Deal.

As private eye of Bill Braddock, I
learned a thing or two about fighting

If the question is private protection,
my friends at Hydra Security have the

answer.

Got any pork chops?

Yeah, it's right next to the whale meat,
Vince.

Mr. Deal?

You lied to me, Vince. I wasn't lying. I
was acting.

My truck is parked around the corner.
You meet me there in two minutes or

going to wish the stuntman was with you.

I never used a stuntman.

Celebrity spokesman.

I pitched it to R .J. and she bought it
on the spot.

Now, you can't be a star if you can't
sell yourself.

Vince, did it ever occur to you that
Hydra might... Expect that Maxfield you

win, and they want to keep you close?

Perfect.

The hunted becomes the hunter.

Vince, I want you to call Shannon right
now and back out of that commercial.

I already signed the papers, and
besides, if I ankle now, they'll just

radar up.

He's right.

I'm open to suggestions here. Captain,
we've got to scrap this whole thing

now. It's ludicrous if you ask me.

Don't either of you wonder how I scored
a nugget?

A nugget, you say?

Yeah. Got to know one of the girls in
the computer room turned on the old

Could take a cue from me on that, Jim.

I sent her out to fetch me a Danish.

Meanwhile, I copied a list of all the
access codes.

Where's the list, Vince?

Up here.

But I can conveniently forget it if you
don't let me play this out to the freeze

frame.

Hey, Vince, it's time for you to wake up
and smell reality here, buddy.

Look.

You know, when I came back to Cascade
with my tail between my legs, Max Rogers

was the only reporter who'd interview
me.

He helped me keep it together, and I owe
him for that.

Okay, Vince.

Jim, tomorrow I want you to get those
codes, but you stay close to this man.

First sign of trouble, I'm pulling you
both out.

Yeah, that's good.

Reminds me of Mission in Boston.

I was up at the Marty Landau room. My
agent yanked me.

Thought it would be a flop.

He's coming.

I don't hear anybody. I was just trying
to find a place to hide.

Where?

What are you doing in here?

I'm absorbing.

Absorbing? Yes, you see, I'm a method
actor like Brando and Hoffman.

I have to. We live the part.

I have to feel Hydra, so I have to spend
some time in each department.

Ma 'am, I saw Mr. Deal in the restricted
area, and I felt obliged to escort him

out. I suggest you do so. It won't
happen again.

Mr. Deal, publicity would like to shoot
your spot tomorrow at noon.

Will you be ready?

Absolutely. You know, I had a thought.

I'd like to have a Hydra security guy in
a uniform, you know, kind of in the

background, with like a spotlight on
him, kind of dressed to set.

I think Carl here would be perfect,
don't you? I mean, he's very photogenic.

I'll discuss it with John.

Mr. Deal, I'm sure Miss Shannon has some
work to do.

Please.

I apologize, ma 'am.

This won't happen again.

Vince.

Vince, what is this about you making me
your co -star?

Well, you're supposed to stay close,
right? Let them think it's their idea.

Vince, will you hit on your head as a
child? I can't be in a commercial.

Listen, I'll teach you some breathing
exercise, make you relax. All right, now

try this.

Here's a list of some of their biggest
clients, but each of them has two

accounts. One for Hydra's legitimate
books, and a second larger payment into

number of offshore banks.

So the money's being laundered.

But for what purpose?

All of these clients are wealthy, some
quite prominent.

Ah, that's the classic formula for
blackmail and extortion.

Not bad, Vince.

Episode 62?

No, no, no.

Requiem for a stool pigeon.

I was supposed to protect this witness
when he got in my hair, but eventually

helped me solve the case.

You know, if we approach anyone on this
list, chances are Hydra's going to find

out, so we'll have to nail him
ourselves.

Catch him in the act.

Now, Vince and I are going to stay
under. I want you two to get with Simon,

right? We're going to have to find a way
to bait the hook.

My husband and I moved to Cascade last
year from Melbourne.

Thank you.

Charles was consulting for a Russian ore
company in the Urals.

But he'll be coming back any day.

I need my situation handled immediately.

Please have a seat.

What is your situation?

Two months ago, I...

Had a brief affair.

He's an artist.

Anthony Drake.

I've ended it, but he's been following
me.

He's threatening to tell my husband.

I don't want to destroy my marriage over
this.

You think this man's dangerous?

He's young.

He has a temper.

Marika, could you come in here a minute,
please?

Right away.

We'll start with 24 -hour arm
protection.

Whatever you say.

Marika, this is Mrs. Somerset.

Marika will be your bodyguard.

We like to assign her to female clients.

It's more discreet.

A lady with a gun?

Imagine that.

I'll take you to the contract office,
Ms. Somerset.

I'm sure she has access to her own
money.

No, but this letter is not enough.

Tell Marika to tape all her
conversations with Mrs. Somerset. Then

boyfriend shows up, we'll use that, too.

Carl, why aren't you in your wardrobe?
We're doing this at an hour.

I'll do a deep background check on her.
If there's anything there, we'll use it.

Okay.

Yeah.

Thanks, Mike.

What's up?

The deal of McQueen showing up on the
same day was suspect enough, but that

business in the computer room got my
alarm bell going.

I asked internal security to review all
the tapes since those two arrived.

There's more.

This is the piece that hangs them.

You're supposed to stay close. Make them
think it was their idea.

I can't be in a commercial.

I want you to relax.

We should have killed Dale the minute he
walked through that door. It was worth

it to play it out. Now I know Rogers
didn't tell him anything.

Dale was just fishing around for scraps.

Yeah, but McQueen might be a cop.

We have to find out a big flat... We
will.

I put Joey Trillo on it.

433, there's the soundstage.

Vince, I don't mean to get personal
here, but are you wearing makeup?

Of course.

I've got to even out my skin tone for
the camera.

What do you think this was, an ascot?

I've got my makeup kit there if you want
to try some pancakes.

Well, thank you. I've had your pancakes.

I'd mock me if you will, but some
casting director could be looking in at

commercial and hire you for something
else.

Oh, isn't that exciting, spending time
with a casting director? Vince, now, I

don't know how to put this right now,
but...

I'm a cop. See, a real cop. You're an
actor.

If you get shot in there, you can't just
wipe off the stage blood and ask for a

second take. You follow?

Hey, that is my name, man.

My character.

Maybe we're early.

Just like the office in my old show.

Mr. Dio.

Where's the crew?

We're it.

Oh. You're not in union, huh?

That's why I do my own makeup.

Yeah, whatever.

When do you start shooting?

When I say action.

Two months ago, I had a brief affair.

Give my partner your weapon. Don't be
cute.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy. I'm not packing.
Good shot.

I'm going to ask you some questions.

And if I hear the right answers, maybe I
won't blow a hole in your throat.

It depends what's going on here.

My husband's given me status and
security, but he's a great deal older.

There's just no passion anymore.

Anthony made me feel alive again, but I
just don't know what to do.

Well, don't do anything.

You can have it both ways.

Oh, but Charles would never listen.

In my experience, we usually find out
that the husband's been unfaithful too.

Just think about what you need.

Expecting someone?

No.

Who is it?

Olivia, it's Anthony.

Oh, my God.

Tell him to go.

No, let him in. But stay close.

Olivia, I just came to... Who are you?
It's with this gun. What's going on?

She's from a security firm.

I warned you not to come here.

Come on, you didn't really think I would
hurt you, did you?

You already have.

I was out of my mind when I wrote those
letters. Don't you know that I love you?

The lady doesn't want you here.

It's all right, Marika.

Give it a moment.

I'll call if I need you.

Why can't you and I just be alone? Why
can't you just leave Charles?

None of that matters now. Let's not
waste the time we have.

How long do we have to keep this up?

Well, I don't imagine Anthony's the
talkative type.

What do you think of my outfit?

Well, Trill has already called a lawyer,
Captain. We're not going to get

anything out of that. Yeah, one of
Hydra's lawyers, I'm sure.

I guess that means your cover's blown to
hell.

At least Connor's holding the bait.

You know, if Shannon picks up the guard,
those two are going to be left out in

the wind.

You must explain to me why Sandberg was
necessary.

Captain, that... Now, Connor should be
checking in with her backup soon. I'll

have Ray figure out the speed.

In the meantime, if anything, a little
team came off.

Just pull them and cut our losses.

How's the deal taking place?

Like an actor in a blues comeback.

Yeah, and you're sure Ray and Trillo
didn't give us up?

Okay, well, do what you can.

What's going on?

They're being held without bail.

McQueen's real name is Ellison.

He's a detective with the Major Crimes
Unit.

It gets worse.

And the society paid for the Melbourne
Daily.

Mining engineer Charles Somerset and his
lovely wife, Olivia.

Thought you might like a real cup of
joe.

I don't want to be any more awake than I
am, thank you.

Ah, come on, Vince. I don't ever recall
Braddock reading his hands over some

tape. Braddock would never run off.

He would have punched his way out.

Jim is right.

If it weren't for reruns, there'd be
nothing but a has -been waiting for the

in the black hood to clock me out.

Look, come on.

Big change.

I mean, we're both getting a little...
No, no, no.

Believe me, I've had enough for one day.
Thank you.

All right.

I'll get somebody to take you home.

You know, we've been quiet for quite
some time now. Maybe you should scream

something.

Me? What makes you think Anthony's that
talented? I think he should scream.

Me? I definitely think Anthony can make
you scream.

What's wrong?

You bit my lip when you kissed me out
there.

Yeah? Yeah.

I'm just trying to make it convincing.

Well, I'd say you did.

I think another five minutes ought to do
it.

Why don't you wrap up your call, Sandy?

Marika! Mr. Bentley, this is outrageous!
Shut up!

Nine mil.

Call Bishop.

Get up.

Call Shannon. Tell her to meet us in
Parker Street.

Remember the last episode of Braddock's
Wave?

Yeah, the cliffhanger. It was supposed
to be continued next season. There

any next season.

Braddock was framed, stripped of his
license, back in the bottle.

My big mouth left.

Twisting in the way.

Yeah, my mouth's gotten in the way a
couple times too, Vince.

Stenberg and Conner's backup hasn't
answered yet.

They've checked in.

Let's take a cruise by to that
apartment.

Have your backup?

Yeah.

Exactly. Oh, God. I never even saw it
coming.

You heard anywhere else?

I'm okay. All right.

Vince, call 911. Get some squad cars
over here. Hang in there.

Parker Street mentioned on the playback.

Hydra's got a pistol range there, so I'm
on my way. I'll meet you there, okay,

Simon?

Vince, you stay here. This is a
disaster.

I mean, they made this thing because I
horned in.

Vince, please.

It takes more than just you to screw
something up, okay? It's not your fault.

Sir, it's the police vehicle.

Son, do you know who I am?

Well, you do sort of look familiar.

I'm Lieutenant Vincent, Ellison's
partner.

Would you mind if I back his ass up?

Excuse me.

You've made a grave mistake, Mr.
Bentley. My husband's a very powerful

he... I already called your husband in
Melbourne, so you can drop the act any

time. Look, we know you're cops.

Now all we need to know is how much the
police have on us.

This doesn't make sense.

I'm an artist.

She's an unhappy wife married to a man
that doesn't have time for her anymore.

Where's the crime in that, man?

Charles put you out to this, didn't he?

To scare Anthony off.

Not a bad grouping.

Wonder what kind of damage we'll do from
this range.

So who are your influences, huh?

Turner?

Maybe, uh, Monet?

Well,

actually, I'm into the abstract
expressions.

Stop.

I'll talk.

Just put down the gun.

Who are you?

Inspector Connor with the Major Crimes
Unit.

But he's not a cop.

Just a civilian consultant. Let him go
and I'll give you the rest.

Nice try, Megan.

I'm Detective Jim Ellison.

She's just a local actress and not doing
a very good job, I might add. I'll let

you know what you want to know. You just
let her walk.

Why don't you guys get your stories
straight?

I happen to know the real Jim Ellison
is... Right behind you, pal.

Don't move.

Put your gun at your feet.

Really slow.

That's right. Now kick it over.

Now move back.

Drop the line.

Now.

All right.

Easy does it.

They're getting away.

Jim, look out.

You all

right?

The cars in front will never make it.

Chief, I want you to come with me. You
stay with Mr. Pierce.

Our car's broken down. I was wondering
if you could lend us yours.

Watch that car.

What the hell is this? Come on, Jack.
Get out of the way.

Come on, pull up alongside.

This is unit Echo 7.

Pursuit of a vehicle.

Dodge Challenger, Oregon's Blake.

Heading north on promise, boys. Copy?

10 -4, Echo 7.

Publicity got my career back on the
blocks.

Treatment for a TV movie.

Gonna bring back Linda Rydell to play my
secretary.

Braddock returns?

Congratulations, Vince. I owe it all to
you, Jim.

You know, just for fun, I knew a couple
of the writers. I'm writing a small role

for you. A couple of lines, I think.

Detective Madison, the stroke of genius.

Growth, belligerent, head hard as a
rock. What can I say?

Typecasting, huh?

You're my hero, Vince.

I don't see us either. I don't see us
either.

You need to talk to the rhetoric.