02x22 - Sons and Lovers

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Take his wire.

Vamonos.

It's a green light.

I don't have them.
They're out of view.

Move! It's a rip!

Cuff them.

Crockett, Tubbs,
you guys okay?

Don't touch the door, Zito!
It's wired!

You okay?
Easy. I got one
in the closet.

This guy's still breathing.
I'll get an ambulance.

There could be a suspect
down as far as the basement.

Let's get a perimeter
on the building ASAP.

Yeah. Excuse me.

Make sure you get
a receipt for that, d*ck.

Boy, guys, for a minute there
I was really scared.

I didn't think I was gonna
make it up those steps.

I got to start working out.

Yeah, well, you can tell
whoever has that laser...

he's got a big one coming
from us. Anything he wants.

What are you
talking about?

Whoever took out
our friend Mendez here.

Practically had this shotgun
up our noses before I saw
that laser light on the wall.

We didn't have a laser.

We didn't even get a sh*t off.

It seemed that Mendez and his
brother were taking orders
from the third player...

who I didn't recognize at all.

And they knew you were cops?

Absolutely.
No question about it.

Our snitch must have
given us up, because they had
us made from the get.

If it hadn't been for
the mystery sn*per--
Excuse me.

Ballistics matched
the cartridge...

we found on the roof
with the b*llet
that hit Mendez:

5.56 millimeters.

What's his status?

He's in surgery.
They say he'll make it.

I want round-the-clock guards
at the hospital.

Wait a minute.

What about the third player?

Well, there's a sewer system
connected to
the basement there.

He could be anywhere.
We've done a house-to-house.

Lieutenant, I wouldn't be
too hard on the backup.

Mendez and his people
had this one figured out
from the get.

Backup was sloppy.

Gina just called.

She spotted Vega
on Royal Avenue.

That's the snitch
that set up our meet.

Is Castillo b*rned
about the backup?

Well, you can't blame him.

He almost lost one of his
best cops this morning.

Yeah, not to mention you.

Come on, man.
This ain't right.

You sure eight floors
is high enough?
This guy is pretty tall.

Let's find out.
Come on, man.

You guys are cops, right?
I don't know how Mendez
copped to you.

I mean, how did
Columbus cop to....

This is not right, man.
Please. Please.

Get the window.
No! No!

Man, this is m*rder! m*rder!

Come on, we're gonna
throw this jerk
out the window.

Man, no, no, no!
All right, all right,
all right!

All right, I copped you, man.
Please, don't k*ll me.

Please, I just needed
the money, man.
Please, don't k*ll me.

Who paid you?
I don't--

Some one-eyed dude
I never saw before, man.

Just don't k*ll me.
Where did you meet him?

After I set up your gig,
I got hip to this bounty.

And then I told Mendez
what you guys were about.

The next thing, the dude
shows up in a limo.
I don't know--

Hold it. What are you
talking, bounty?

What, you don't know?

Yeah, man, word's
on the street.

One million dollars if you can
deliver Ricardo Tubbs alive.

Deliver to who?

Someone named Calderone.

Liar! Calderone was
k*lled a year ago.

Oh, man, that's
the name. I swear it.

Mendez and the one-eyed dude
was on the million.

All I got was a few
crumbs for the info.

And I'm sorry I took
the money. I mean it.

Really, I am. I promise--
You got that right.
Out he goes.

I just needed it for some....

No! No! I won't do it
again, I promise!

I promise!

Book him, Dan-o.

"The above-styled autopsy
revealed b*llet wounds...

"to multiple structures
within the chest cavity.

"Suspect Calderone
was pronounced dead
on the scene."

One time we
reeled in a big one.

Yeah.

Just goes to show
what the average
New York flatfoot can do...

with the proper
local supervision.

That's one more memory
I can do without.

Calderone's daughter.

Angelina.

Hospital's calling
about Mendez, Crockett.

Best to leave that one
where it was, pal.

Calderone.

No!

If this morning was a rip-off,
they would've taken the cash.

If it was straight business...

they would've called it off
when Vega told them
you were cops.

Yeah, someone's just trying
to chump me off, man.

And it ain't Calderone,
'cause he's dead.
I know it for a fact.

What are your feelings
on protection?

I don't want it.

I think the best way
to get to the
bottom of this...

is just to be cool
and not act scared.

He's absolutely right.

Mendez is out from
under anesthetic.
I say we go see him...

and see what
he has to say.

Yeah, I know. "No heroes."

So, does it feel any
different now that you got
a price on your head?

Probably just a rumor
from some low-rent chump.

Nonsense, man, nonsense.

Well, the price certainly is.

Crockett.

Detective, I'm calling
for Dr. Meyer.

Mr. Mendez had to go back
for emergency surgery.

Is he gonna be all right?

There's no prognosis yet.
But we'll let you know.

All right. Thanks.

Mendez is going back
into surgery.

What are you doing?

Re-prioritizing.

Lunch. On me.
On you?

Yep. Can't let a guy
buy his own last meal.

Anything you want.
Anything.
Sky's the limit.

Veggie burger!
Veggie burger!
Anything but that.

I'll tell you what.
Surprise me.
I got to make a call.

Surprise me if
I got enough money.

Angelina?

I want to show you something.

Our son.

Hey.

Hey, little handsome guy.

Wow. Is this something.

I can't believe it.

All right.

Hey.

Hey. Hey.

Why didn't you tell me?

I never intended
to see you again
after my father was k*lled.

Angelina, he was
gonna k*ll me.

I didn't come here
for an explanation.

I came here because
someone is
going to k*ll you.

And whatever you are,
you're the father
of my child...

and I've had enough
bloodshed in my life.

Who's gonna k*ll me?

My half-brother, Orlando.

And he'll do
anything to get you.

Orlando?

We were raised separately.

The only time I met him
was when my father gave us
these pendants.

So his people would know us
for his children.

Now he's taking over
all of my father's
connections...

and he's sworn to
avenge his death.

And he will, believe me.

I believe you.

Where's your brother now?

He's on his way to Miami.
Maybe here all ready.

He's got people looking
for you all over the city.

I know.

You've got to leave Miami.
I brought money for you.

Angelina....

Don't you understand?
He can do anything.

He can buy anyone.
He's everything you said
my father was.

Forget about
your father.
I can't!

I know he was a criminal.

I've tried to
understand him...

but he was everything to me.

Now all I've got is my baby.

You got me.

What do you got?
The file.

Count the money in your time.

What else?

Your sister got here
ahead of you.

I heard.

She probably brought
the cop his baby.

Know where she's at?

I can try and find out.

You either bring me the cop,
or you bring me that whore.

I'll give you the same money.

I'll do my best, se?or.

He did his best.

Clean that up.

Mmm.

I used to wonder
what it would be like
to see you again.

Me, too.

Except I was afraid
to come back with a little
more than you expected.

Our son.

He's beautiful.

What's his name?
Ricardo.

That's original.

Ricardo?

There's $800,000
in that suitcase.

Wait a minute.

Just take it and leave.
He knows you're here,
and he'll find you.

Look, Angelina, I'm a cop.

I can't just blink my eyes
and turn my life upside down.

You have no choice.

Wait a minute. Where are
you going? There's no time.

I'll be back in two hours.

I'm not just gonna walk out
on you and my son.

Don't worry.

One 1 O-year-old snapshot,
not much to go on.

Get a copy to Metro, Customs,
and to Broward.

Does she want protection?

I'll talk to her.

Get me Capt. Reardon.

Listen, Lieutenant,
I got one favor
I'd like to ask.

You know the sn*per
that sh*t Mendez? That's
Angelina's bodyguard.

And if you could just cut him
some slack, I really would
appreciate it.

He's got my vote.

I'll talk to the prosecutor
about it when you're
in the safe house.

What do you mean?

Lieutenant, I want to carry
my own weight.

You're in the safe house.

Yeah.

Hey, Tubbs. Come here
a second.

Hey, Pete, we need to borrow
this room for a second,
all right?

Come on, while we're young.

Thanks.

Rico, this may be
none of my business...

and if I'm out of line
just say so, but...

are you sure this
kid is yours?

I mean, we don't even know
for sure if this half brother
of hers really exists.

And the lady's got
every reason in the world
to play with your head.

Well, don't think it didn't
cross my mind.

But, yeah...

I got a son.

In that case,
congratulations, Dad.
Thanks. Thanks, partner.

DEA on line three
for you, Rico.

I wasn't really suspicious.

Except when you told me
that the kid was good-looking.

Hey, get out of here.
You want to be the godfather?

When it comes to settling down
with a chick...

I'm fairly selective.

Because, let's face it,
I can afford to be.

I'm sure they line up
around the block.

I got the looks, steady job.

Cable.

Cable TV. The works.

But there's something about
a girl, like this Angelina.

Couldn't be the money.

Money?

We're talking
companionship here.

A relationship,
if you will.
Right.

With a real '80s woman.

Oh, give me a break.

But seriously,
you've got to respect
a woman who says:

"Honey, we've got a little
problem here. You're going to
have to leave town...

"and here's $800,000 in cash."

Cute girl.

Tubbs, this is Harrison, DEA.

According to our
Caribbean bureau...

Calderone's sister
is also on her way to Miami.

Yeah, well, I've
already made contact.

That was quick.
Maybe we should connect.

I've got a telex
of field reports
I'm sure you'd like to see.

Yeah, except I'm just
on my way to talk to her
about protective custody.

Anyway, you might be able
to meet us there.

Will Vice reimburse my gas?

Bet.

Look, it's 2401 Ocean.

Okay. See you there.

Get this to him.
Right away.

I belong on the street, man.

You'll be back.

Meantime, there's
worse places to be...

than in a safe house
with Angelina and your baby.

It's true.

Besides,
just think of it...

as the department paying
for your diaper-changing
lessons.

What the hell's
going on?

What happened?

I don't know.
Looks like somebody
b*at our guys to it.

Excuse me.
Walt Harrison, DEA--

What do you mean?

Bill Lyons.

No sign of the girl
or the child.

We've got every available unit
dry-cleaning the area.

Damn.

My son.

Rico...

you got to take it easy, man.

Best thing you can do for them
right now is just concentrate
on the police work.

I'm trying!

I'm trying.

Lieutenant, SRT is here,
b*mb squad's on the way,
and Zito set up a trace.

Where?

All right.

Tubbs.
Oye, Papo.

Be at Lighthouse Cove
in one hour.

Where's my family?

They'll be in a car
where you can see them.

So where are they now?

Come alone.

First I got to know
that my family's all right.

Don't come, Rico.
They'll k*ll me anyway.

Angelina!

fifty-nine minutes.

Damn.
Tubbs.

Mobile phone and a voice box.

You wire the b*mb
to the horn and the window?

Go get the baby.

Take him to the main house
and leave him with Maria.

Fix the blanket
so it looks like it's
still in the car.

Goodbye, Sister.

Take the baby
to the main house.

Covering the roads
will be no problem.

The shack's out on the end
of the point. It's wide open,
isolated.

He'll make his escape
by water.

Cove's got a lot going for it.
Good visibility of the car...

nothing to interfere
with his radio transmitter.

It's a smart way to go.

And I always assume
the other guy's smart,
so we don't look dumb.

If Calderone's on land...

it should be easy enough
to surround him.

And do what?

He made sure we can't
prove participation.

You know we have
no case on him.

True. But if we show him
some muscle, maybe
he'll back out.

Yeah? And maybe he'll
blow the car on his way.

He won't. It's his
own sister, man.

We haven't got a whole
lot of cards to play here.

Wait a minute!

Calderone wants me.

And it's my job to put it
on the line for the hostages,
not the other way around.

I'll call it
when I see it.

Cute.

Looks like
motion-sensitive wires
and an armed radio device.

That amounts to 40
very delicate minutes
just to open the door...

if they're not
watching the car.

The b*mb's controlled by
a transmission from this shack
at 87 megahertz.

So we will be able to use
our radios without
triggering it.

Bad news is
that it's a coded signal,
and I can't jam it.

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

This is
Park Commissioner Lido.
This is Lt. Castillo.

Lieutenant,
you can't bring your boats
in from out there...

without being spotted
till high tide.

Too many sandbars out there.

Is there anything special
about that shack?

No, it's just left over from
some guys who wanted
to put up a hotel.

We don't go for
commercializing public land,
and we b*at them in court.

Guess I should have
gotten rid of the shack, too.

Thank you.

Swi, take your sh**t.

Deploy along the shoreline.

Hey, if you need some help,
I'm pretty good
with a g*n, too.

That's all right,
Commissioner. We got that.
Come on, right this way.

Can you get to that shack?

When it gets dark,
I might get some
men in there.

Now whether or not
they can get to that
transmitter....

If that's our best sh*t.
I'll give us a better sh*t.

I'll make them give it to me,
and then I'll
turn it off myself.

You're putting yourself
in their hands, man.

Look, it's our only chance.
If they don't give me
the transmitter...

then we know that
they're gonna blow that car,
no matter what.

If they meet with you at all,
it'll be someplace
I can't cover you.

I can.

I can go with him.

We got six minutes to go.

You got 60 seconds
to get to the shack.

If you want me,
bring the transmitter.

When you get
to the shack.

Now!

Bring it now.

Just do what you got to do.

I could do it now, but I want
to look into his eyes
when I off him.

You and I
have business together.

Now, meet my people
at the rowboat.

Rico! Ricardo!

He's gonna k*ll me anyway!

Radio's open.

I can't tell if they have
the transmitter,
but they're moving.

The minute that light
goes out, say the word.

If that light's not out
in three seconds...

start sh**ting and don't stop
until there's nothing
moving in that van.

I'm counting on you, Sonny.

I'm gonna get in that van,
and you're gonna
give me the transmitter.

Once he gets in
their van, he's gone.

Lieutenant, she's moving.

The girl's moving.

No!

Stop it! If you don't stop,
they'll k*ll us all!

Don't sh**t! Don't sh**t!

Incompetent baboons!

Anything?

No. Just a scrap of paper.

Do you want to come back
to the boat with me, man?

I think I want to wait
until they identify
Calderone's body.

They won't start
ID'ing teeth until
tomorrow morning, man.

I still want to wait.

You can wait with me
back at the boat.

I got to think, man.

I just want to be alone.

Listen, partner,
I'm not trying to crowd you.

I just want to be there
for you if you need me.

Yeah, I know.

I'll tell you what.

I'll make you a deal.
I'll drop you at
the St. Vitus.

I'll go write this up,
then we'll go get some
breakfast or talk...

whatever.

Come on.

Calderone's papers.

The rest of the evidence
from the scene
is already downtown.

Yeah, thanks.
I'll read them later.

No, I understand.

There's even a couple
of pages in there
from a DEA report.

But I'm sure Internal Affairs
can wait and read that
tomorrow.

What DEA file?

On Tubbs. Right there
at the top of the bag.

Oh, and listen,
tell him how sorry I am.

Yeah, thanks.

Who are you here to see?

Special Agent Harrison.

Popular guy with
Vice this morning.

What did you do,
bust his bookie?

Another Vice cop
was here this morning?

Yeah, in a Caddy,
about 20 minutes ago.

I sent him down
to Falcon's restaurant.
Harrison's up....

Hey, man, you come back,
bring me a Danish!

You can't do this, Rico.

I know about Harrison.

I read the files, too.

Harrison gave up
my family, man.

And he'll pay.

But not like this, buddy.

I don't want to hear it.

Harrison!
I want to talk to you!

It's over.

He k*lled my family, man.

Yeah, I know.

I hope he rots in hell.

Come on, let's go.

#Phil Collins - Long Long Way To Go#