me like that?
I like you, Cindy.
I'm going to be
around you a lot...
days, nights,
weekends, holidays.
No.
No, you can't.
Yes, I can.
I'm going to
hang out with you
until the end of time.
All right, move it in. Let's go.
Step onto the numbers.
Face front.
Everybody, hands to your side.
That's the creep.
Who?
Number five.
That's him.
Good.
Very good.
Mr. Crisp, you will be
remanded into custody
until your trial.
Bailiff, remove the prisoner.
Shh. Don't say anything.
Just take it easy.
I'll take care of it.
Trust me.
You know what to do?
I'm your mother, aren't I?
Mind if I talk
to my friend a little bit?
I'm not talking to anybody
without my lawyer.
He's right in here.
You give me the names
of your drug suppliers
and distributors...
and I'll tell the judge
what a nice, cooperative killer
you are.
You think the jury's
going to convict me
on the testimony
of that junkie?
You could be right.
But what about your wife?
You remember her?
All that hard-earned drug money
she stole from you?
How much was it...
$3 million?
I bet she would make
a much better witness.
Kimble, you've wasted years
chasing after me...
and what has it
gotten you, hmm?
Nothing.
I'll be out in a week...
and you'll still be
eating take-out food
in that dump you live in.
Yeah, I know all
about you, Kimble.
Without me, you wouldn't
even have a life.
My old lady left
'cause of the money.
Yours left because she just
couldn't stand the sight of you.
I've never seen anyone
so little
eat so much.
Yeah, I know.
I'm hypoglycemic.
If I don't eat regularly...
I get a little nuts.
So... where you from?
Austria.
How long you been a cop?
I been a cop for 12 years.
My father was a cop...
my brother was a cop...
my mother was a cop's wife.
And I have no hobbies.
You two are booked on the first
flight to Portland tomorrow.
Locate Crisp's wife
and offer her immunity
in exchange for
her testimony against him.
No offense to O'Hallahan...
but this is my case,
and I work alone.
He works alone.
Not anymore.
She's going in undercover
as a substitute
kindergarten teacher.
Not exactly a job for you.
I used to be a teacher.
We'll be fine.
What do I do?
She locates the kid...
you find the mother
and the cash...
and Crisp spends his life
making license plates.
Bon voyage.
Oh, and, Kimble,
the name's O'Hara.
OK. Here's the wife at 17.
Real name's Rachel Myatt.
She's from Hannibal, Missouri,
class of '76.
Cheerleader, first violin
in the school orchestra...
captain of the girls'
softball team.
Her ambition was "To travel...
experience life...
and meet interesting people."
Like Crisp.
Okay.
Relax.
Don't let him get to you.
That's her 10 years later.
It's a great shot of an ear.
You get in touch
with her parents?
They're both dead.
The only relative
she's got left is the kid.
Hey.
Okay. This is the only picture
we have of him.
Cullen Jr., aged 3 months.
That helps much.
It's the best I could do.
Breakfast, sir? Ma'am?
Please.
No. No, no.
That's a first.
Listen, I was
just thinking.
Maybe we should
take a wild stab
at getting to know each other
before we have to pretend
we're married.
What do you want to know?
How long have we been married?
A long time.
People won't expect us
to talk much to each other.
I want to read it, too.
Stop it.
Please?
Let me take a look.
Hey, come here.
If you don't stop
screwing around back there...
this is what
I'll do with you.
Ohh.
What's the matter?
I don't know.
I just don't feel so good.
You hungry?
I got to get out
of here right now.
Get those tree stumps
out of my way
before I vomit all over them.
Is your wife okay, sir?
Compared to what?
Maybe it was the burrito.
Or it could've been the sausages.
I don't think it was
the crab salad.
It couldn't
have been the doughnuts.
Excuse me.
Oh, I hate feeling like this.
I hate it, too.
Uh-oh.
Uh-oh what?
Uh-oh...
pull over.
Now?