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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.