The Fugitive

Local 76.

- Hi, yes. I'm calling from the Los Angeles Transit Authority,

Logistics Division.

I'm sending one of my guys over

to pull some records for the mayor's office.

Yeah. It has to do with the bombing.

- You really think the whole tunnel can come down?

All of it, some of it. No one knows.

They're thinking there still might be some survivors.

Dear Jesus.

The city already knows

who from the Demolition Union's gonna do the work.

They just want me to run a check on them...

Employment records, training's up to date,

violations, suspensions, stuff like that,

'cause something happens in our tunnel again,

no offense, but it's gonna be Transit's ass in the air.

Understood.

Everything you need is in here.

Just fill out the fields and hit "search."

Pretty intuitive.

All right. The city thanks you.

- I'm just glad I could be of help on such an awful day.

- Okay, Dale, let's find out your real name.

You're somewhere between 30 and 35.

I'm in Echo Park.

Echo Park.

Now...

87 RESULTS

Okay, now for a little luck of the Irish.

McLean, O'Neal...

That dude is retired.

No, this guy's...

Hey.

Donahue, no. Morrison...

THE FUGITIVE

You punched a Fed!

- You're raising your voice. I thought we weren't doing that anymore.

You're coming unglued.

Your wife was killed by terrorists.

We are dealing with terrorism.

- You think that maybe could affect the great Clay Bryce?

Can I get a "Copy, boss"?

- Hey, that's my line. Don't steal my line.

We might have a hit on the burner.

Back to work.

Show me, young man.

- You have the timing of a broken watch, you know that?

What did I do?

- So one of the burners that was sold from that Bodega

sent a text that was pinged by a cell tower in Chicago.

That is where the FBI arrested the wife.

And the FBI said that the text came from her lawyer,

a C. Bravo.

But I looked it up.

There's no lawyer's license in L.A. under the name C. Bravo.

Holy shit.

Allison Ferro was talking to her husband.

He texted her and called him right in front of the Feds.

- I want to know where the son of a bitch is right now.