What?
Oh, Jeez...
Freeze!
Freeze! Down! Down!
- Get down! - No!
No! No!
Still got the midnight oil on you?
Top of the morning to you, too.
- What happened last night? - What didn't happen?
- No. - Yeah.
- Oh, Jeez... - You are one twisted individual.
I'm paying for it. I can't even see straight with this headache.
I can't remember anything.
Anytime, anywhere, Stu, you are worth the price of admission.
Let's go, Falso.
What sewer spit you back out?
Come on, we got a body waiting.
Hey, thanks a lot for getting me home last night.
- I didn't get you home. - I remember someone driving me.
- Wasn't me. I left you at the bar. - If not you, then who did?
You left him? You don't leave Gharty at a bar. He's radioactive.
He's got a chippie on each arm, bottle of Jaeger in each hand.
These chippies are leanin' their bazooms into him.
Chippy?
At 3am in a Fells Point dive, you ain't trafficking with the virtuous.
And Gharty? He's telling 'em tales of his days in Vietnam.
- Gharty was in Vietnam? When? - Back then, when it was.
You should have dragged his ass out.
Poster boy for sobriety and marriage vows that I am, I had to go see Ballard.
Ah...
Hey. Is it true that flat-chested women are more sensitive sexually?
What, I look like the Kinsey Report?
- Me and Laura had a debate over that. - You and Ballard?
Kind of an intimate detail to be debating.
- Yeah, I know. - Very intimate.
Yeah, I know.
Hey! Jazzie J Salerno!
Falsone. Stivers.
The victim is a male Caucasian. His name is Eddie Scales.
32 years. He was shot.
That's the wife of the victim.
Griscom. What do we got?
Young fella's been shot twice in the chest.
It's a 9mm. Where's the gun?
This is all they found. He must have been blind as a frosted Pigtown bat.
The wife identified the glasses as the victim's. A bounty hunter shot him.
- He's cooling in the kitchen. - A fugitive?
Still sorting things out.
I see a flash. To me, he's firing a gun. You saw it, too, right?
You know something? I can't make out if this is an L...
- Homicide's here. - Hey, how are you doin'?
I'm Dennis Knoll. These are my two associates PJ Johnson, Jerry Lichte.
- I'm Falsone. This is Stivers. - Nice to meet you.
- This your house? - What?
- Your feet, pal. - Oh, yeah, sure. Excuse me.
- Terrible thing what happened here. - What did happen?
My associates and I are state-licensed, bonded fugitive agents.
- Bounty hunters. - This is all perfectly legal.
We had a warrant for a felon who skipped out on his court date.
The victim laying in the hallway?
No, unfortunately, but we didn't know that at the time.
I see something in the guy's hand flash, like a gun.
- No gun was recovered. - We were shot at!
We came through the door. We were fired on.
- If you were shot at, where's the gun? - Out the back door. With the fugitive.
Never shoulda happened, Errico gettin' away.
- The fugitive runs off? - Mandatory five years, no parole.
This is no innocent we're talking about.
- We have these jamokes' guns? - On the way to the lab.
I'd like it noted that the jamokes gave up their weapons voluntarily.
We're finished here.
I want each of them put into a separate car.
You're taking us in? That's not right.
Everybody goes.
Get your stuff.
So you were in the Air Cavalry?
I was. Where's my partner?
Gee gave her days off. Something about personal time in Seattle.
- No one told me. - She'll be back tomorrow.
- So you jumped out of planes? - I think you meant air mail, didn't you?
2nd Battalion, 2nd Cavalry.
Isn't Air Cav supposed to be lean, mean fighting machines?
You ain't exactly a picture of svelte there.
Hey. This is from er... coming onto the force.
Catch me back in the '70s, I was 152lbs of rock 'em, sock 'em lean dog.
- I was a LERP. - A LERP?
Long Range Recon Patrol.
Carried an M60. I could lay out a little better than 600 rounds a minute.
That's ten, eleven 7.6mm love notes a second.
You were some kind of combat hero?
Well, who said anything about that?
Everybody's a hero. Isn't it perfect when you can John Wayne history?
- What's your problem? - I'll tell you, Stuey honey.
That war's over and we lost. No, you lost.
Ha!
The ME signed off on that old woman from yesterday.
- Let's pick up the paperwork. - No, Scheiner said he'd bring it down.
- I need some air. It stinks in here. - Get some breakfast.
You son of a bitch!
I hate you! You son of a bitch!
Vision of my second wife on a good day.
Put her in Interview 2.
- Hey, Rene? - Dennis.
You know me as a stand-up guy. Talk to him.
I want them in the aquarium. Keep them apart, not talking.
- Little professional courtesy? - What you got?
Three knucklehead bounty hunters shot the wrong man.
- I know him. Dennis Knoll. - Lewis. Interview 1.
- I'm being arrested? - We'll see.
You're not gonna cry on me? Ruin my nice, sunny day? Have a seat.
Knoll's done the fugitive squad a lot of favours.
Brought in a couple of nasty individuals. Be nice.
I'll try.
You knew Errico was in the house?
I don't know. He was up when I went to sleep.
My husband said that he wasn't gonna be staying.
You didn't know your friend was wanted?
He's my husband's friend.
- So your husband knows? - I don't know.
- He comes over for a few beers. - Which he has done before?
- Not a lot. A few times. - When he's been in trouble?
You think I'd let him in my house if he was in trouble,
if something like this would happen?
- You see a gun? - I see someone in the hallway.
It's dark. I see this arm come up. He's maybe 10, 15ft away.
There's a flash. Then another one.
- You see gunshots? - He's got his arm up.
Two flashes. That's a gun to me.
My Eddie's a good man.
He always took care of me.
And he's never been in trouble...
Uh-uh...
- Why are you so jumpy, Angie? - Jumpy?
- He doesn't have a record? - Uh-uh.
I will be looking that up as part of my investigation.
My husband never spent a day in jail.
Can I get something to drink?
Sure. Coffee?
We never had any money. How am I gonna bury him right?
I can make a call to Victims' Assistance to help you out.
OK. A Pepsi while you're at it, too, please.
Errico knocks you down. He has a gun.
- That's right. - You see the gun?
- The guy's got a gun in his hand. - Which hand?
You're watching him run. Which hand?
- His right. - You're sure?
I think so, yeah.
So maybe his right, maybe his left.
If he's jumping over the fence, he's using his left. The gun's in his right.
Maybe you don't see anything.
Maybe there's no one coming out the back door.
Maybe there's no one jumping the fence.
- He's wearing T-shirt, jeans... - You're sure?
- I know what I'm seein'. - Big guy knocked on his ass?
- How's that happen? - Think I don't find that embarrassing?
Never shoulda happened.
The gun was in his right hand.
Maybe it never did happen, huh?
- You take Broadway, you save time. - Too many lights.
- Is Harford Road any better? - Lights are timed.
- Take Broadway tomorrow. You'll see. - Father knows best.
- Just the two I'm looking for. - Ah, Gaffney. My work day begins.
We have a request from "Baltimore Magazine" to interview the two of you.
Some kind of father and son story pegged on to the poisoned wine case.
Commissioner likes the idea, gave it two thumbs up.
Here is the reporter's number.
- I'll have to talk to the Bureau. Policy... - I cleared it with the agent in charge.
We want this story. Good publicity for both agencies and for you, too.
- No. - Excuse me?
No way I'm talking to a reporter.
That incident with the poisoned wine is best left forgotten.
Why would a father want to stand in the way of his son's career?
The wife of the victim didn't witness the shooting?
She's in there crawling the walls. I'm hoping the sugar will calm her down.
- How's Dennis Knoll doing? - I'm going in on him right now.
- Mind if I stand in on the interview? - I'm all right. I can handle him.
- I'm not saying that. - I understand he helped you out.
You're beholden to the guy now?
A friendly face. He trusts me. I could be of help.
OK. Sure.
You know, you really should put something in your stomach.
I never eat breakfast.
Did you make that call to er... Victims' Assistance?
They're not open for another hour or so.
How much do they give out?
- How much what? - How much money?
I mean, I gotta have enough to bury my Eddie good, you know?
It would be better if you could get me cash instead of a cheque.
Cos, I mean, those cheque-cashing places will take you for a ride.
A rip-off.
You on anything, Angie?
I ask you to pee in a cup, nothing funky comes up, huh?
- And you had no warrant. - I didn't need one.
Joseph Errico gave up his constitutional rights when he jumped bail.
Any address he lays his head, fair game.
He is a rat's ass dope dealer who skipped on a $75,000 bond.
He's busted for a third drug offence. Done. Mandatory five years.
- But not Eddie Scales. - Eddie? Eddie ain't no virgin.
His wife. I've got history with both of 'em. Posted bail for both of 'em.
Shoplifting, soliciting, car break-ins.
Grabbing Jerry Lewis's donation boxes off counters at the 7-Eleven.
You identify yourselves when you went in?
Upon entering, we give them a holler.
Hey. Graduated Maryland College, Criminal Justice master's degree.
Two years' law school, Richmond University.
I am not a honkytonk, gun-rack- in-the-back-of-the-pickup redneck, OK?
- I'm a professional. - Could've fooled me.
A meticulous professional.
You had information that Errico would be on the premises?
- From his mother. - His mother gave him up?
Well, she is putting up her house to make his bail.
Her knucklehead son is going inside. What good will losing her house do her?
There are three shell casings found.
Two are from your partner's gun. The third is found next to the victim.
- Johnson says he hears a gun go off. - I hear it, too.
Then he says he hears another shot, but if there's two shots,
how's there only one shell casing next to the victim?
You are a professional, man. Do the math.
You wouldn't have dropped that shell casing yourself, would you?
Well, why would I drop just the one, then?
Mind if I join you?
Not at all.
- Is that your lunch? - Snacking. A little roughage.
Honey-glazed. A fundamental in the law enforcement pantheon.
I'm not eating lunch today so what the hell.
So, how's the little shop doing?
Excuse me?
- The unit. How do things seem? - OK.
No, no, no. There's a little bit more red on the Board lately.
I'm thinking, and no disrespect intended,
but your father is struggling with putting the squad room shooting in the past.
It's had its effect on him, I'm sure.
Not that he's to blame. He's done his best to keep the wheels on the cart.
I want to back him up as best I can, but to do that
we need to know where he needs the help. He's a proud man.
Doesn't ask for help even when he needs it.
Let us know if there's any place where the lieutenant's fallen down.
I'm only here to help.
- Detective? - Hey, Captain.
In this agency, captains always merit a salute.
- Falsone. - Hey. Rock 'em, sock 'em Stuart.
Were you goofing me about getting me home last night?
- I swear to God I didn't. - Jesus...
How the hell did I get back to my place?
- Wake up next to anyone? - I don't think so.
Not that I could see all that clearly this morning.
When you get off, check your apartment for evidence of mischief.
- Evidence? - You know. Bra, panties, garter belt.
- Garter belt? - Or two.
Them sweet young women clinging onto you were showing 'em off.
Oh, boy. Oh, boy, oh, boy. I don't remember.
Just like I don't remember Ballard telling me she was going to Seattle.
- Change the subject, why don't you? - No, no, no, no.
She left this morning. I took her to the airport.
- Some kind of family thing. - A family thing. Crisis?
A thing. She was vague.
So you drove her to BWI?
Yeah.
You went to see her after you left the bar last night, right?
- Uh-huh. - Which was late.
Yeah.
So you go home and get up early and drive her to the airport, huh?
You must be draggin', same as me.
No, no. I got my five hours' sleep.
You live across town from Ballard. How did you get five hours' sleep? No way.
Who said I went home?
Oh. Yeah?
- Yeah. - No...
- You and Ballard? - Yes.
- You're all right with this, right? - Sure, sure, sure.
You and Ballard? I say er... wow.
Wow. Wow.
- You're sure? - Yeah.
At least it's not her with Bayliss.
- Bayliss? - Well, at least you're straight.
I mean you are, aren't ya?
The last time I looked, yeah.
- What the hell does that mean? - Hey. Easy, fella.
Ballard's all right with me.
Right.
OK. Yeah, good. Great.
- Don't mention the Gulf of Tonkin. - Whatever you say.
LBJ's cronies invent this lie. They go on TV, do this song and dance.
I threw my TV out the window. It was a damn lie then, it's a lie now.
You know, they create this fiction as an excuse to escalate the war.
It wasn't a war. Congress never declared it.
They came up with "Police action", an insult to us who carry a badge.
It was an ugly police action. Find the heroes in that!
- You're really riled up. - I'm not.
I'm not finished with the shooting. I just got started.
Don't be putting the bum's rush to me.
- We want Scheiner. - Coffee ain't ready either.
How you doing?
He's no good at cappuccino. He failed at froth.
- I'm back to drip brew! - Where's the paperwork?
- What paperwork? - The old lady yesterday.
- Yesterday? Old lady? - The natural causes one.
Oh, that. I messengered the report to you 20 minutes ago.
- OK. - So many bodies, so little time.
Come on. We're all on the same side of the line.
Yeah, look away. Son of a bitch.
Dime store Rambos. They should be hung by the short ones.
- She looks a little raw. - Yeah, she's jonesing.
Waiting on Victims' Assistance to help her bury her husband.
Five gets you ten, she puts it right into her arm.
I don't like 'em. I have never liked them.
They hunt people for money. Bunch of brain-dead bastards.
This guy right here is our shooter, PJ Johnson.
He claims he only returned fire after he was shot at twice.
What's hinky is we only found one shell case next to the victim.
- Where's the other? - Got me swingin'.
So how's this shake out? Can we charge him?
The shooter, yeah. The other two, that's problematical.
Unless they knew for sure
the shooter was in the house, they have no justifiable cause.
- We charge the other two. - With what?
Accessories.
They know their partner intended to shoot?
They say they don't, but who knows what they think?
We have to prove they knew they were gonna shoot the wrong guy.
Charge the shooter. Read Johnson his rights.
Bring in Errico. I wanna hear his side of the story.
I'll put him on the teletype.
Lieutenant? I have someone here about the Scales shooting.
- Nice to meet you. - Are you a lawyer? I hate lawyers.
Bobbi Bridger. Bondsman. And you are who around here?
Ed Danvers, with the State's Attorney's office.
- How are you doing? - Can't complain. Nobody listens now.
Hey, what the hell? PJ, what's going on?
- I don't know. - They're charging him.
- With what? - Wrongful death of Eddie Scales.
Manslaughter. Second degree.
This is some kind of joke.
Hey, Detective Falsone? I've been waiting for almost an hour now.
Victims' Assistance knows about you. They'll be here.
PJ is one of my employees. This is crazy. How do we make this right?
- It is right. - PJ goes through processing.
What chance he meets some old acquaintances in the holding cell,
buddies he busted in the past?
- I'd say his chances were good. - They would rip him a new one.
Oh, no. He'll be just fine.
Come on. You can write this up as self-defence.
What did I say about nobody listens any more?
Second-degree manslaughter? That's bogus.
I'll have my guy out on $5,000 before lunch!
Yo! I know you.
That's the bounty hunter that brought me in.
Hey!
The bum deserved to die.
I did it and I've nothing to be ashamed about.
Mary, before you make a statement, you have the right to a lawyer present.
Watch your step.
A victim, a weapon and a confession.
Snap, crackle, pop. Slam dunk.
Life can be sweet. Grab some lunch?
- Oh, yeah? What? - Greek.
I had that for breakfast, oddly enough.
Italian.
I've had it with the red sauce in this town. All the same, wherever you go.
There's gotta be a little guy standing over a vat of red sauce
with a pipe to every eatery in Little Italy.
- How about Vietnamese? - How about no?
Talking about Vietnam gave me a taste for lemongrass chicken with chilli.
Spicy shrimp with basil.
Yeah, I never got into the food when I was over there.
Look, I'm driving so we'll go for ribs.
- Ribs... - Yeah.
Gharty's OK.
How delusional is your Zen deal making you?
- You say he's lying? - Check the man's record.
The projects shootings. He sees two kids chasing each other with guns.
What does he do? What's his trained response? He runs to his squad car,
locks the doors and waits till both kids are dead.
That's your Vietnam war hero? They brought him up on charges.
He was cleared.
The board wanted him to go away.
They shipped his ass to Internal which we know is worked by bottom-feeders.
Pestilence and plague, Gharty's in his element.
- How he got to Homicide is a mystery. - He took a bullet last year, just like me.
Different. You were saving a partner's life.
He was hiding under a desk.
Maybe he's exaggerating his days in Vietnam. It's just talk, John.
Those days are not just talk, Tim.
I got a bail jump on a murder. Billy Armstrong.
Evil bastard. I get a tip where he's hiding out, some bar in Green Mount.
I'm driving to the bar. My partner...
That's when you were Fugitive Squad, huh?
Salad days. So my partner and I know Armstrong won't lie down peacefully.
You know what I'm saying? I got a bad feeling. Someone's gonna get hurt.
So I pull up to the bar, my partner grabs a shotgun.
I pull out my piece. Out comes Armstrong.
Handcuffed.
Bounty hunters got him. That's how I know Dennis Knoll.
He brought Armstrong down without any gunfire.
I can vouch for him.
Hmm...
Me? I vouch for Paladin.
- Who? - Paladin. Bounty hunter.
What bondsman does he work for?
Richard Boone. Huh?
Black hat, boots, pants, shirt. Had that mean little moustache. On TV.
- TV? - "Have Gun - Will Travel".
His own personalised business cards. It was deep.
When does the show come on? I have never seen the show.
It was on in the late '50s and on to the mid '60s. Richard Boone.
- You watched this as a kid? - Everybody did. Hey, Bayliss?
Paladin. Huh? You remember him?
- Paladin? Yeah, sure. - Right. Bounty hunter, huh?
No, no. He wasn't a bounty hunter. He was a gun for hire.
You know who you're thinking of, though? Steve McQueen.
Steve McQueen, "Wanted: Dead or Alive"? Great. He's my idol. Still is.
Steve McQueen. That's my boy.
Wait. This is back in the '50s and '60s? I wasn't even born then.
How old did you say you were?
Oh, I caught it mostly in the tail end. Late night reruns.
Reruns. No, it was before my time also.
Bye, bounty boy!
He's able to post bond in an hour? He's on a manslaughter charge.
Billy got him for fingerprinting and Bridger walked him out the door.
Danvers wants to know how PJ's been pushed up for his arraignment.
It's scheduled for tomorrow morning.
Not possible. The quickest he could come before a judge is a week.
It's got Danvers scrambling. Bridger must have drag with the commissioner.
It's lumpy how she's duking the system.
- This redefines lumpy. - Let me make a few calls.
We have an address on the mother of the fugitive Joe Errico.
The crime lab find anything?
They've seen every inch of floor, wall, ceiling, furniture. No bullet holes.
And where's our witness, the young widow?
She's at Victims' Assistance. She sucked all the soda out of the machine.
- Smack's making a comeback. - Find this Joey whatshisname.
I don't like bounty hunters running free if he's still out there.
You guys want something from Margaret's?
The vegetarian place?
They got a chickpea lasagne special today.
- Just had ribs. - Where's your partner?
- Munch? - The moron, yeah.
Moron? Come on, Gharty.
- Where is he? - At court, I gotta go pick him up.
Tell him from me. He wants it, he's got it. I'm in the mood.
- For what? - He keeps on my ass, he'll see my Irish.
- No need to make threats here, Stu. - It's OK he gets mighty about my past?
- He can step in my crap? - Stu, we got paperwork upstairs.
- I'll step on his skinny neck. - Why are you coming to me about it?
- Your past is your past. - Well, he's your partner.
You are ruining my appetite, you know that?
- We did have this conversation. - Yeah.
We understand each other, then.
- Yeah, we understand each other. - All right.
Like the war itself, huh? There's no end to it.
They'll figure out something somehow.
Ever come home drunk trying to find your house? They're identical.
- That never happens. - Did to me, New Year's Eve.
- Right. - Couple of Christmas Eves, too.
That's bunk. You're just playing into another of those urban myths.
- Light's on. - Nobody's home.
- What do you want? - Mrs Errico?
If it ain't the Grand Prize sweepstakes, I don't know any Mrs anything.
- I'm Detective Falsone. - Detective Stivers.
You're too short to be out after dark.
- Are you Mrs Errico? - Way too short to be cops.
- Have you seen your son today? - No. Chalk it up as a good day.
When did you last see him?
When I went to bail him out some three weeks ago.
- Are you really cops? - Yeah, we are.
And you're young, too.
When's the last time you spoke to Joey?
This house is all I got to my name. And that moron, he's gonna make me lose it.
The bail people threaten me all the time.
- Where would Joey run? - A lot of places.
Wherever he can make a connection.
Any connections out of town?
Did dope in Baltimore dry up all of a sudden?
If it's around, he's around.
There's a place up in Southport and Wolfram.
One of them boarded-up places, all burnt out.
- I saw him come out a few times. - Southport and Wolfram.
I see him, he sees me. I walk across the street. He stands there.
I say, "Joey, what are you doing?
"You can't be doing this. You gotta get well."
He says to me, "I am getting well."
♪ I got good lemonade, dixie cups
♪ All flavours and push-ups, too
♪ I'm your ice cream man
♪ Stop me when I'm passing by
♪ See now all my flavours are guaranteed to satisfy
♪ I'm your ice cream man
♪ Stop me when I'm passing by
♪ I'm your ice cream man
♪ Stop me when I'm passing by
♪ They say all my flavours are guaranteed to satisfy
♪ One time ♪
Hey, hey. Meldrick. Munch.
Hey. It's the Enlightened One. What'll it be? A little green tea, maybe?
Carrot apple beet juice with a shot of wheat grass? How about yak juice?
- Is the yak juice fresh? - Fresh as can be.
What about you, Stuey-boy?
- Black and tan. - Black and tan comin' at you.
- Call yourself Irish? - Yes, I do.
- Bass is brewed in England. - Yes, it is.
- Real Irish never order anything English. - Let him drink what he wants.
If you had any clue, you'd order half Guinness, half Harp.
We don't have Harp on tap, John.
You don't like it in bottles, you have Guinness.
- I wait till winter for that. - Then half Guinness, half lager on tap.
You don't order English if you have any respect for what you say you are.
What are you, the Jewish branch of the IRA?
Wanna hear something on the jukebox?
Something bluesy. The one about the old man the girls can't get enough of.
I got it covered there.
Every schmoo through that door's been to Vietnam.
From 6 to 60, they all got their stories.
They all seen combat. What was the ratio of support troops to combat? 3-1?
- I wouldn't know. - You should. You were there.
- You're saying I wasn't? - Every schmoo through that door.
You don't want me here, just say so. There's 50 bars on three blocks.
- You're the expert. - I was doing my duty.
What did you do? Run the canteen? Chauffeur around VIPs?
- Come on. Lighten up. - What were you doing back then?
My duty. Trying to put an end to the stupid, dirty atrocity.
Beats driving the colonel's wife around parasol shopping.
Here. You all have a good night.
We will now.
I believe Errico's mother was being straight with us.
She doesn't want to lose her house.
- Check this dope house she gave you? - Empty. The action must have moved.
It's a travelling circus.
You're late and you look like hell.
That good, huh?
Hey, you two clowns lost?
- Is PJ in custody? - Did you hear me?
- Haul your carcasses outta here. - I gotta know if you busted PJ.
- He didn't show up. - Didn't what?
- PJ jumped bail? - Judge is crazed.
My boss is pissed. She is holding a $50,000 bond on him and he skips.
- We don't have him. - I checked his apartment. Nothing.
- He's running for the border. - Not without a passport.
We raised him from a pup. Trust only goes so far.
- Catch up with Errico? - Matter of time.
Where Errico is, PJ'll be. I know PJ. His pride's wounded.
He's hunting down Errico.
He brings harm to Errico, I'll charge your company with intimidating a witness.
- I'll go after your bonding licence. - PJ best be found.
Mike Giardello, Meldrick Lewis, Falsone, Stivers.
Locate this Errico before the sun reaches its zenith.
What's up, Gee?
This joker running around is a real pain in my prostate.
This numbskull will provide you with a description.
I'll get PJ myself. I got to. Sense of honour.
- A sense of what? - Honour.
Ethics, values. You and me, we're kindred spirits. We get the bad guy.
We hunt him down.
- You do it for money. - You don't?
I bring in a body for money. You stand over a body for money.
Yours is dead. But mine have a pulse or be warmer than room temperature.
- Why do you dislike me, huh? - What? I like you.
- No, you don't. - Sure I do.
You do it for honour? Is that what you do it for?
I mean, I feel obligated for all that's happened.
However, I can help you. Why don't you let me?
I know PJ, PJ knows Errico. How about I be your tracking dog?
I'll save you time, I swear, and I will not let anything happen to Joey Errico.
Falsone, Stivers. Take this mutt with you.
Mike and Lewis, you've got this garbage.
I'm gonna indulge you, you understand? Disappoint me one more time...
I wouldn't do that. I will not.
Before the sun reaches its zenith.
Errico's a stone hype. He needs the boot up six, seven times a day.
And you're an authority on hypes?
Errico's white. How many Caucasians you count out there?
None. But I've seen this spot turn United Nations in a blink.
- I know Errico's been a regular here. - Not now he ain't.
You should head to Wood Lane and Park Heights.
He'll be there. I can feel it in my bones.
So er... where's this buddy of yours?
PJ's somewheres across the street surveilling.
- Across where? - Somewheres.
How many lessons did you take in surveilling somewheres?
- Three half-hour classes. - Oo-ee! Three half-hour classes.
- My favourite class. - You make a living doing this?
Man, I'm averaging... 80, 85 a year.
Thousand?
Yeah. Some drug kingpin jumps his bail at half a million bucks. Business is good.
I've been on Easy Street the last couple of years in this town.
- What about you guys? - Yeah. I'm the Bill Gates of Baltimore.
Suddenly I feel like Gunga Din.
You see Errico?
- No, but he's been here, I know it. - You can smell the scent, huh?
No, this is his kind of circumstances, his kind of crowd.
So he's been here. Ain't the trick to be one step ahead of your fugitive?
- Yeah. Sure. - Then let's cut to the chase, huh?
Fant and Durham. He'll try to connect there next.
- You can feel it in your bones. - Yep.
- You're confident. - Very definitely.
You're making this up as you go along.
- See anybody? - Nah.
Pull this guy over.
Hey, come here. I ain't gonna bust you. I just need information.
What do you need, my man? Five-o.
- That's Errico! - OK, OK.
- That's PJ. - That's PJ?
- Come on, Mike! Kick it! - I got him, I got him.
- 64-13 to KGA. - 'KGA to 64-13, go ahead.'
We're in pursuit of a black Ford Explorer and a blue Ford Tempo.
Heading south on Leadenhall, coming up on Westbridge.
KGA, this is 64-13. KGA? Still in pursuit on Leadenhall
and we just crossed West Austin Street.
'Responding units 64-13. I repeat, all units respond.'
My wife's in here!
Can somebody, somebody help her, please?
You OK?
She got wounded. My wife is trapped! Somebody!
Somebody! Help! Somebody help us! Somebody!
Call it in, call it in. Call it in now.
Lewis? Lewis!
Get an ambulance! Call it! Get an ambulance now!
Don't touch him.
Get an ambulance, somebody, quick!
- Come on! - Don't touch him, no, no.