All language subtitles for Homicide life on the street S07E07 - Wanted Dead Or Alive (2)

- Lewis?
- He's not breathing. Let's tube him.

What do you mean?
He was breathing before.

- Where's Francine?
- Still in the car. We'll get her out.

Is she all right?

- Hope you're proud, Johnson.
- Let me handle this, Falsone.

The wrong man's shot dead in his home,
and a lady's sandwiched inside a car.

She don't look so hot. And
my detective through the windshield.

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

Not Joe Errico. You!

You shot Scales by mistake, then
jumped bail. What were you thinking?

I almost had him. I almost had him!

Do me a favour, do yourself a favour.
Keep your mouth shut.

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

- How bad?
- Wasn't breathing. His head...

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

A woman's stuck in the passenger seat.

- You crashed into them?
- We were after Errico, right?

We find him. This other guy's got us
beat, the bounty hunter, PJ Johnson.

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

It was Errico with Johnson, then us.
Me, Lichte and Lewis.

They cut across Leadenhall and...
I don't know. The intersection was clear.

- Lewis was driving?
- We had right of way. It was clear.

- Was Lewis driving?
- No. I was.

Look, these bounty guys
are out of control.

This guy Johnson... I must have been
going 70. He had to be going 80, 85.

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

- What about the fugitive?
- Got away.

Come with me to the hospital.

Stivers went.
This lady is trapped. I'm staying.

- Who told you to stay here?
- I'm driving, 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. Gee took
a phone call, left in a sweat.

I heard "Car chase", "Mike",
"Meldrick" and "Dio mio!"

- Maybe we should've gone.
- No need.

Lewis loses control of his automobile
on a bi-monthly basis.

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

Well, you might start.
Someone may have gotten hurt.

Anyone in the squad
hasn't been hospitalised?

- I haven't.
- Anyone else?

- You, Gharty and Bayliss got shot.
- Felton, Howard and Bolander.

- Plus Pembleton had a stroke.
- Makes it Mike and Meldrick's turn.

Better watch your back.
You and I could be next.

We don't know anything else?
Were they on a case?

- They were tracking down a fugitive.
- Fugitive?

- Punk named Joe Errico.
- So, Falsone...

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

- I got there right after.
- What happened?

Me, Stivers and Knoll were looking for
Johnson. Lewis was sniffing out Errico.

We headed out in different directions
and ended up at the same intersection.

- But everyone's OK?
- No. Not everyone.

Lewis isn't OK. Nor is the lady
they ran into. She's stuck in her car.

He's at Mercy. I don't know how bad
but I know it's not good.

Lewis'll be all right.
He always pulls through.

He's in surgery. Three broken ribs,
a punctured left lung.

That's it?

Heavy-duty concussion.
His brain was swollen. Had to drain fluid.

- What does it mean?
- Won't know till 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, started on the roof.

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

Stivers, you stay.
Call the office when she arrives.

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.
- Then bring it on.

I don't feel good about what happened.
I feel pretty lousy, actually.

But I've nothing to hide. It's that maniac
Johnson. He's the one that should worry.

Agreed.

PJ Johnson's a bounty hunter
and you're law enforcement.

Like it or not, we have different rules.

We'll talk to the state attorney
and figure it out.

We'll figure it out or you will?
I can handle this on my own.

I don't need...

Was that Francine Bassett?

That's her.
Car wreck at Leadenhall and Austin.

How bad is she? Will she be all right?

Broken neck, near severed spinal cord.
I wouldn't count on it.

- 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.
- Then he should pay you back. Has he?

I haven't really seen him yet. We had
this night together. I went to Seattle

and 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 for dinner
and stuck her with the bill.

- Who paid last time?
- Well, there's more to the story.

No, there isn't.
All women are the same these days.

You claim to be so modern, liberated,
but what you want is to be taken care of.

For all the progress we supposedly
made, women still think men owe them.

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

Er... Flora and I are meeting
with the lawyers after work tonight.

We've got to 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.

Let's start with PJ Johnson.
I gather he's back in custody.

We'd like to keep it that way.

I don't think you have to worry.
Bounty hunter jumped his own bail.

There's not a bondsman in town
that'll give him another shot.

- The question is how to charge him.
- Manslaughter and shooting of Scales.

Without the fugitive and without
the weapon and matching casings, no.

Which is why Johnson ran.

I know it was stupid, but I know
what the guy was thinking.

If he catches Errico and comes up
with the 9mm, he drops the charge.

Johnson ran because he was scared.
He knows there's no gun to recover.

They planted the casings
to cover their arses.

Enough of this. We do know
that PJ Johnson shot Eddie Scales.

For now, we hit him with second degree.
And what else?

Failure to appear should tag on
another two to five years.

- What about the accident?
- Might get reckless endangerment.

To say Johnson had intent, that he alone
was responsible is tough to argue.

But if, er... Francine Bassett
doesn't make it...

- What's her current status?
- In surgery, to re-fuse her spinal cord.

If Francine Bassett dies,
then it's a whole different story.

Lf... she dies, that's on me, right?

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 risk of accident.

It's not crystal clear, but even if his
actions were not directly responsible,

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

Errico it is. Now we need to find him.

He's a possible witness in the shooting.
Every district's watching out for him.

His name's on the Teletype and NCIC.

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 she'll let him slip away?

I'll give Knoll a call.
No doubt he's on the trail.

We're not calling Knoll.

I'm not crazy about him,
but 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
upped my faith in the bounty business.

Not that I had any to begin with.

- You're talking about Johnson.
- All of them.

Knoll may mean well, but his crew
have caused nothing but damage.

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.
- She was yesterday.

- Today's a new day.
- Maybe she alternates.

- Tomorrow she'll draw us a map.
- Any luck?

Ah, Dennis the menace. I figured
we'd cross paths sooner than later.

What's that they say about great minds?

Hey, Mike.
How's Detective Lewis doing?

- Still unconscious.
- He'll pull through.

Maybe.

- You working alone?
- Lichte busted his wrist in the crash.

He's stuck at the office for three weeks.

With Johnson locked up, Bobbi's
a few men short so... I'm flyin' solo.

That is unless you two want to...

- Thought of that. Not gonna happen.
- We're tracking the same guy.

What happened last time we tracked
the same guy? Back off on this one.

Bobbi's short on staff.
I'm sure she's got prey for you to hunt.

Plenty. With Errico as top priority, she
just raised the bounty another ten grand.

I've changed my mind.
I'd rather work by myself.

I wish both of you best of luck.
If I get any tips, I'll let you know.

Well, hey, here's one. Mom's not talkin'.

- She's not, huh?
- No. Don't waste your time.

Watch me.

- Yeah?
- Mrs Errico. Hi. Sorry to bother you.

Those two gentlemen
are Homicide cops...

Thank you.

We're not too popular
with Errico's friends and family.

Nope. Eleven names on the list,
no help from any of them.

- What's next?
- I don't know. You're the FBI guy.

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

- I don't have any tricks.
- Sure you do.

None that'll help us. It's the Federal
Bureau of Investigation, Falsone.

Investigation means enquiry, analysis.
This is just a big game of hide-and-seek.

I say we should have stuck with Knoll.
Things have got out of hand a little.

A little?

Naomi? Any word from the hospital?

- Stivers called. No change in Lewis.
- Mrs Bassett?

Same. There's someone for you
in the coffee room.

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?

I'm ready to share.
If not, I'll be on my way.

So Errico went home after the accident?

Told his mummy he was in trouble
and going out of town.

If anyone asked,
she should keep her mouth shut.

- Did Junior say where he was off to?
- Only that he'd call when he got there.

I don't get it.
Errico tells her to not talk.

We get the door slammed in our face.
You show up, she invites you inside

and spills her life story.

Not only that. She fed me cake.

- Home-made?
- Triple chocolate layer.

- My favourite.
- I have history with this family.

Bobbi Bridger's father bailed out Ceily
Errico's daddy three decades back.

Since then, we've signed bonds
for a brother, uncle and two cousins.

Now her boy Joey.
If she trusts anybody, it's gonna be us.

So when Joe runs,
you're the one bringing him back.

Perverse, I know, but think of it
as a love-hate relationship.

Mrs Errico doesn't want her son behind
bars. But she's also our indemnitor.

Junior doesn't show up,
she stands to lose her house.

Makes her my built-in informer.

See, my job is just to negotiate between
the poor woman's conflicted feelings.

- Oh. And how do you do that?
- I make you the enemy.

- Terrific.
- You see those two men there?

They're Homicide cops.

I'm just looking for your son. Well,
you were smart not to talk to them.

I'll bet they mentioned
something about a car accident.

I guess they didn't mention that one of
their friends was hurt in the accident.

Now, they're pissing mad
and they say your Joey's to blame.

I don't wanna scare you,
but when they find him,

and they will find him, they are bound
to shoot him down like a dog.

At the least, they'll put him through hell
and throw him in jail for a long time,

maybe for the rest of his life,
but if I get to Joe first,

I promise I'll have your boy home
before Christmas, I guarantee you.

I'm impressed. You're an excellent liar.

Another half-hour, more cake, and Mum
agrees to page me when he calls in.

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

That nonsense will scare her off. Better
to wait here and wait for the page.

Wait. You're planning 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 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?

I meet her at the lawyer's last night.
She pulls out a list six pages long.

- Everything she wants.
- What does she want?

Everything. Half my salary, the house,
the car, the silver doohickeys.

I'm looking at her.
She's got dollar signs on her pupils.

I'm thinking, "What went wrong? What
happened? I used to love this woman."

You think you're the only one
in a situation? Look around.

Half the money earned
sweating over dead bodies

goes to subsidise
the collective ex-wives.

I'm paying in triple.
Falsone's got Jeanine plus child support.

Lewis and Barbara,
she'll probably get 50%.

- Wrong.
- She'll get more?

No. He's suing her.

Barbara's in banking.
She comes from big money.

Meldrick'll take her for anything he can.

All right.

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.
Lichte's at the office booking us tickets.

- Tickets for whom? You and Lichte?
- Falsone, Knoll and me.

We'll fly down on Bobbi Bridger's dime.
Find Errico, bring him back to Baltimore.

- Bobbi's gonna fly us first class.
- I've never flown first class.

These are extradition papers saying my
company are responsible for expenses

incurred while transporting said fugitive
from Florida back here to Maryland.

I'm offering you detectives a free ride.

I'll get the attorney's signature on that,
we're on our way.

Ed Danvers is 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.
Why am I here right now?

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

He needs to be in Baltimore. I can go
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
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 has been on this
since the beginning.

Thank you for your generous offer,
but we gratefully decline.

I'll send you a postcard, boys.

I'll call Ed Danvers. He'll get us
our own traditional orders.

- You can take that same flight.
- First class?

Ask again and you're going Greyhound.
On second thoughts, you're not going.

You'll stay right here and work on the
Scales shooting. You stay in Baltimore.

- I need the papers on PJ Johnson.
- Thanks a lot.

Fellas, get your bags packed.
You're going to Miami.

Miami?

- Mike'll fill you in on the way.
- Great.

How long have you lived here?

Ten years.
Wouldn't work anyplace else.

Personally, I'm disappointed.
15 minutes in Miami,

I haven't seen a single set of breasts.

What else is there to Florida

except a lot of sand, sun, and a pair
of silicone implants bouncing around?

Jeez, I don't know what there is.
Let's see. Er...

Disney World? Cape Canaveral?

If you're looking for women,
head towards the water.

We're not. We're looking for Joe Errico.

He's nowhere to be found.
We've got a few tired-out palm trees,

thousand-degree heat
and this rusted-out Lincoln with no AC.

You should have been here in August.

Try Baltimore in February. A lot of
detectives would kill to switch with you.

Sure you've got the right payphone?

Corner of 10th and 23rd. Errico used it
this morning. Pretty sure he'll be back.

- If he's in the neighbourhood.
- I'm willing to bet he is.

He's new in town, short on cash,
desperate for a fix. He'll stay put.

Probably look for a job,
some place off the books.

There's no point
in all four of us sitting here.

You and I can use that stadium wall
for cover, keep an eye on the booth.

Bayliss and Frescher,
you can start canvassing.

Let's get to it.

- Case file?
- No, no, no.

Bank statements.

Gotta get all my financial statements
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 did wrong.

Ten for leaving my socks on the floor,
50 for being mean to her mother.

2,000 for missing her 33rd birthday.

My sister and her husband
went through the same mess.

Lawyers, meetings, calling each other
names, screaming on the phone.

Till one day he threatened her
with a tennis racket.

- He hit her?
- He stopped himself.

They started sobbing. Once they saw
what the relationship had turned into,

they realised it didn't have to be
that way. Got rid of the lawyers.

Worked it out themselves.

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

Makes sense to me. Both your hearts
have already been broke.

Why lose 10% legal fees?

Ah, there you are.
I have got a letter for you.

- Special delivery.
- What is it?

It's a claim filed
by Charles Bassett's attorney.

He's suing the City
for his wife Francine's accident.

The suit lists the driver of the vehicle
as the principal defendant.

- I think you'll recognise the last name.
- I see a lot of names, including yours.

And the Commissioner's
and the Mayor's.

He's going after
the entire chain of command.

He's even included the FBI.

I can't imagine Mike's superiors
are any more pleased than we are.

Bobbi Bridger's name
should be first on the list.

She didn't run a red light.
Neither did her employees.

- Danvers wants to charge Errico.
- Charge the fugitive?

Bayliss and Mike
are in Miami finding him.

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

We are getting plenty of bad PR,
and the Commissioner is cursing you.

So if this Errico is your scapegoat,
then I suggest you find him fast.

What's it like
working under your old man?

Don't even ask.

- All right.
- Tell you one thing.

If he knew the two of us were staked out
together, I'd get a spanking.

He loves me that much, huh?

It's OK. I got a pretty good idea
what the Lieutenant thinks of me.

A danger, a fraud. An incompetent
cowboy sent to mess up your plans.

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

The jury's still out.

- Fair enough.
- Meantime, let's keep Dad in the dark.

As far as he's concerned,
our paths never crossed in Miami.

Unless we find Errico.

Which we're not gonna do
by standing here.

The longer we wait, the longer he's on
the road. We should ask questions.

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

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

- Remember that kid who shot Versace?
- Andrew Cunanan?

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

I didn't think
Errico was the nautical type.

He's a dope fiend, right?
He's gonna need money.

Down here, these fishing rigs
are your best bet.

Ah. So they hired him
off the books, huh?

On a pay-by-day basis.
Especially now with the crabs dancing.

- Crabs?
- Fished out of these waters.

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

Ever been to Baltimore?

Baltimore?
Let's check in here.

Aren't you done yet?

I started over. It figures. I'm doing a
report on Johnson. The J key is sticking.

I hate computers.

Get up. Let me do this.

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

and we're shuffling paper while Bayliss
and Mike go and frolic in Florida.

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

I think Mike has a lot on his mind.
I doubt he's much in the frolicking mood.

Errico hasn't been here. I gave the guy
a hundred, he'll call if he sees him.

- $100?
- Should I have gone higher?

Who knows?

That's a nice T-shirt.

Thanks. Bobby got them printed up
for Christmas. Motto's on the back.

- Freedom and justice for all.
- I'll get you one.

Don't you think it's a little bit much?
American flag, Patriot Bondsman?

What's wrong with that?

Bridger's family has owned
this company since 1923.

Bounty-hunting was around
before the Constitution.

In Norman England, prisoners were
croaking in jail before they went to trial

so judges released them to their family.

If the guilty party took off, the person
he was released to got hung instead.

- Sounds fair to me.
- But it's messy.

Under the Tudors,
courts started taking bail.

Families hire bounty hunters to avoid
losing their hard-earned ducats.

Next hotel.

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

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

- Working hard?
- We covered from here to the marina.

Came back again. Nothing doing.

- You make out any better?
- We wish. Did see a few sights, though.

We talked to a young couple
who think they saw Errico today

in a place called The Binnacle.

- The Binnacle. Best crabs in Miami.
- That's what they said.

He's tried to convince me that Miami
crustaceans match up to Maryland ones.

That is a mighty bold statement, my
friend. We should head to The Binnacle,

look for Errico
and have ourselves a little taste.

Sounds good to me.

I'm surprised you eat shellfish, Bayliss.

I wouldn't think bottom-feeders
fit into your clean regime.

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 in cash and left.

That does not mean he won't be back.

We've got two choices. We can wait
here and hope he walks through the door

or re-canvass the neighbourhood
and maybe cover a wider area.

What do you wanna do?

What do you think?
Better than Baltimore?

Blue crab and stone crab?
There is no comparison.

You and Knoll go take Errico home.
I'm gonna stay put right here.

- That was the boss lady.
- She wanna raise the bounty again?

Mrs Errico called the office
looking for me.

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

Maybe Errico called her again,
gave an exact address.

- Why would he do that?
- So she could send a care package?

Even if he told his mummy where to find
him, you think she'll share it with me?

Don't get your hopes up.
Just looking for a shoulder to cry on.

- I'll squeeze what I can from her.
- You gonna call her now?

Keep your voices down. I don't
wanna risk spooking Mrs Errico.

It's one thing having a chat, but if she
thinks I'm down here on Joey's tail,

she's sure to shut down completely.

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

That's right.

If he stays down here,
she loses her house.

Like I said, it's a delicate situation.

Wait. Why don't we let Mama
help us bring Joey home?

- How?
- Bayliss was on to something.

- Mrs Errico sends him a care package.
- Yeah, what would be in it?

Money. For a plane ticket
back to Baltimore.

Is that your plan?

Ceily Errico's a retired daycare worker.
She doesn't have cash like that.

You do.

Oh, do I? All right, talk to me.

Return her call. See what she says. Tell
her he'd be better off turning himself in.

Convince her you're on his side,
so much so that...

That I'm willing to pay for his ticket
to come on home.

You're tied up and you'll send
someone out with an envelope.

Then we call Lichte. He brings her the
money. She sends the money to Errico.

There's a money-wiring place
not far from that phone booth.

Errico goes to pick it up,
and guess who's there waiting.

What do you think?

You'd better be careful.
You're sounding like a bounty hunter.

- Gee?
- What now?

It's Stivers on line two.

Nurse said Meldrick'll be here
at least another week.

He asked for a cheese steak.
Maybe it's a good sign.

Detective Stivers?

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

- Are you the captain? Police captain?
- Lieutenant Giardello. How's your wife?

Gone. Francine is gone. 11:32am.

We would have been married
40 years next May.

Hey. What do you look
so glum for there, Stivers?

- A good thing come out of this fiasco.
- Which is?

I am no longer the lousiest driver
on the Homicide unit.

Young Junior Gee,
he got that title hands down.

What's up with that, Gee? How come
you never teach your boy how to steer?

The woman died, Meldrick.

- Where?
- 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 payphone in South Beach.

Mike and Bayliss went down to find him.

- So they don't know.
- Not yet.

Damn.

The Sunshine State.

Hi. I got something here...

- Freeze!
- Police!

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

You got the wrong guy.

- Gun?
- No gun.

You've got the wrong guy.

No, no. You're the right guy.
We already got the wrong one.

Cuff him.

- Manslaughter?
- That's right.

Car accident two days ago,
corner of Austin and Leadenhall.

A woman died.

It wasn't me. I dealt a few drugs,
got caught with nine vials.

It's your third offence. You were
going in for a mandatory five.

- That's why you jumped bail.
- And 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 now.

You messed up. If you hadn't run,
nothing would have happened.

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

If you'd shown up at court, Francine
Bassett would be alive and Ed Scales.

- Scales isn't dead because of me.
- Yes, he is.

No, he isn't. No!
That bounty hunter shot Ed Scales.

Don't try to say different.
I was there when it happened.

- You were in the house?
- I was in the house.

Thank you.

Came in looking for me,
and they shot Scales instead.

Stupid crazy-arsed bastards. All of you.

You wanna put me in jail?
You should be locked up.

I sling vials, I try to get by.
I never hurt anybody in my life.

You go around shooting people,
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.

- Ask him about the gun.
- Easy. He'll get there.

What did you do with the gun, Errico?

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

She figured that if he gives her his gun,
he should be on the straight and narrow.

He's going away for how long? The five
years, plus the manslaughter charge.

- Poor woman.
- At least she keeps her house.

- And PJ Johnson?
- Johnson's scot-free.

Errico admitted he was in Scales's
place. Knoll's gang has probable cause.

PJ has to look for a new line of work.
Bobbi Bridger won't hire him back.

That's good news.

All in all, a successful excursion.
The taxpayers' money was well spent.

Except perhaps for this one receipt.

A shipment of frozen seafood from
a Miami restaurant back to Baltimore.

I won't ask. G'night, everybody.

Night, Gee.

- Mike?
- Yes.

We can't count on Charles Bassett
dropping his suit.

Why should he? He can get more
out of the department than a felon.

- The City will cover it.
- Oh.

So I'm not supposed to feel bad
because I'm not writing the cheque.

Remember when
I was teaching you how to drive?

How could I forget?

Those were some of the worst fights
we ever had.

I'd say "Turn left", you'd turn right.
I'd say "Slow down", you'd speed up.

You had to do things your own way.

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

Well, accidents happen.

Don't be too tough on yourself.

You two didn't miss a thing.
Miami was cold, it was grey.

The beach was dirty and the people
were ugly, especially the women.

And they can't steam a crab
to save their lives.

And the crabs were ugly.

I must admit the bounty business
does have its upsides.

There is no hunting
like the hunting of men.

Those who've hunted long enough and
liked it, care for nothing else thereafter.

Ernest Hemingway.

- Hey, Mike.
- Hey.

- Where you been hiding?
- I saw Lewis.

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

Why don't you have a seat? I've got
something here just might perk you up.

- What's that?
- Our bounty. Bobbi gave me 20,000.

I took my share. The rest is for you.
We all caught Errico together, so...

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

We can't take... we can't take this.

- No?
- Or we get kicked off the force.

- You wanna do that to us?
- Buy us another round, though.

Hmm? No, no, consider it done.

One of these days

I'm sure we'll meet again

- Hello?
- 'Mr Bassett? '

- Yeah.
- This is Detective Lewis calling.

I was in the accident.
I was in the other 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 apologise.'
- 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 here cursing his name,

but I can't cos it could have been
anybody behind that wheel.

'Could have been you or me.'

You're trying to get me not to sue.

No, sir. No, I'm not.

Mr Bassett, Mike is... a good guy.

'The man who was chasing him,
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, Ray. I talked to Flora.
- And?

I told her about your brother
and his wife, the racket and the tears,

- how they worked it out.
- How did she respond?

- She threatened me with a racket.
- Did she hit you?

She would've, but then she realised
that the racket was on her list

and didn't want to ruin it.

- Oh, poor Stuart.
- No, no, no. Don't pity me.

I left that house
and decided on a new strategy.

I am not gonna worry about my ex,
I am not gonna worry about the money.

- What are you gonna do instead?
- Spend.

If half of it's hers, we might as well use
it. So we're going out to dinner on Flora.

- How generous.
- Uh-huh. Is my partner around?

- I want her to come.
- I think you're two minutes too late, Stu.

I think Ballard's a little busy.

Mike?

I was thinking about Errico. Caught with
nine vials, and look what it turned into.

Something's not right.
You think by giving us this money,

it's gonna fix anything?

Maybe not, but it sure can dull the pain.

Here.

OK. I'm beat myself. That's yours.
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 takin' the money?

I gotta go see a couple of people.

Mr Bassett?

It's Michael Giardello.