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Stay away from me.

You come in here,
I will hurt you.

Where are you?
Where are you?

So the dude asked me,
"What happened to Chuey?"

I told him, uh, "Chuey don't work
here no more. He went fishing."

"Fishing?" he says.
"Yeah," I says, "fishing."

He was the bait.

The bait.

Yeah, I get it.

I'm gonna check some
of those franchises, man.

You saw last month's takes,
right?

I know some of those
homeboys gotta be skimming.

Yeah, maybe it's time
some of them went fishing.

That's real funny, man.

Your bill.
Now, get out of here.

But, Sy, we was just
getting comfortable.

You want to hang out and
kibitz all day? Rent an apartment.

I got a business to run.

Oh, yeah, yeah, like you got
customers lined up around the block.

Oh, yeah. Roll out of bed
at the crack of noon, 12:30.

Yeah, you drink coffee until
about 3:00, do a little shopping,

maybe get a little dinner,
maybe catch a show.

Then cruise your chain of crack
houses, and collect the cash.

Some life, huh, Rico?

You looking
to change jobs?

What, and give up the richly
rewarding life of law enforcement?

Enter the kid brother, Angelo.

Ready for the grand tour?

Why not? Beats the hell out of
sitting here, breathing exhaust.

Whoever it was, they split.

Oh, my God.

Give me a hand.

What a mess.
Unbelievable.

Whatever happened to
the old-fashioned hit man,

who'd go after a guy and nail
him, you know, nice and clean?

These guys today, they don't care
how many innocent people get wasted.

Yeah, no professional pride.

Just aim...

and splatter.

Is that the owner?

Yeah, old Sy.

He's had this place forever. We used to
come in here when we were teenagers.

The busboy was just a kid.

Yeah, he's the one
he found out back one day,

picking through the garbage
for food.

Brought him in,
gave him a job.

That's the kind
of guy he was.

Those the Alvarez brothers?

Ernesto and Enrique.

But there's another
brother, Angelo.

He left before
the fun started.

Yeah, he did.

You're a hard man to find,
Angelo, you know that?

What the hell
is this, man?

It's about your brothers.

Yeah, well whatever they're laying
off on me, man, they're lying to you.

Sit back down there.
Where are you going?

Your brothers
just got killed, Angelo.

Right after you left them
at the coffee shop.

You're lying, man.
No, we ain't lying.

Some timing,
huh, Angelo?

Those stupid dumb beasts.

Who did it?

That's what we were gonna
talk to you about, Angelo.

You think I had something
to do with it, man?

They were my brothers, man.
They were my blood.

That's the only family
I ever had.

I swear, somebody's gonna wish that
their parents never met. I swear to God.

So why don't you
help us, man?

You heard of the Diablos?
Yeah.

New guys in town. Get their action
by ripping off other people's deals.

They been moving
on you, Angelo?

Yeah. Me and a
lot of other people.

You never heard
this from me,

but word on the street is that the
Fuentes are getting a big load in tomorrow.

So maybe the Diablos are gonna
go out and do some shopping, huh?

You're doing
the right thing, kid.

Sorry about
your brothers.

Well, Angelo
was half right.

The Fuentes just got hit
with a major blizzard.

You got it?

Nice doing business with you.

Let's go.

Angelo must be psychic.

Look who's there,
the Diablos.

Move in. It's going down.

Hey!

What are you doing?

Back up.
Keep backing up.

- All right, close it up.
- Let's go!

Hit it, man!

Police officers! Stop!

Hands up!
Get them up!

End of the line, cowboy.
Get out.

Move!

This one's done.

Get straight, you took out the Alvarez
brothers yesterday as a warm-up for today.

I told you.

I wasn't anywhere
near that diner.

I was best man
at my buddy's wedding.

Oh, yeah,
that's right.

You were in church
all day, right?

Yeah.

You know, you're
looking at 25-to-life,

and here you are
playing altar boy with me.

Huh.

You guys are real funny.

No.

I'm the most serious guy
you will ever meet.

You're not going to
believe who's here.

That's him, all right.

You know this man?

Certainly
not by choice.

My son-in-law, Todd,
picked him as his best man.

I told my daughter not to get involved
with that crowd of Neanderthals.

But for some reason
she thinks they're colorful.

What time was the service?
11:00.

And he was there? Oh,
yes. You can't forget him.

Certainly not. That
lowlife lost the ring.

I'm getting sick and tired
of these dead ends.

Okay, so those guys didn't
kill the Alvarez brothers.

Look on the bright side,
all right?

At least we took down
the Diablos and the Fuentes.

Yeah, you know, Rico, there was a time when
I would have called that a good day's work.

Now it's like, so what?

We lock them up only to open the
door for a couple of more slimeballs.

Then we'll go after them.

Look, at least we'll never
be hurting for work, man.

Yeah, right. The good news
and the bad news.

Sonny, Bailey just called from
Homicide. There's been another hit.

Same M.O.

Never be hurting for work.

He said it's not
a pretty picture.

I hear you out there.

You won't think it's so funny
if you come in here.

Who are they?

Husband and wife team,
name of Kravitz.

Lived in the hotel
across the street.

The manager says they
played here every night.

Golden-agers.
I don't get it.

Yeah, well get this.

The manager's description
of the hitter matches

the ones we got from the
coffee shop the other day.

Same aim,
same lousy shooter.

Think they were
after the kid?

Unless I'm losing it, he
doesn't look like a player to me.

Look at this.

Prison camp survivors.

We may have this pigeonholed
all wrong, partner.

Detectives Crockett and Tubbs,
Dr. Leo Krebs.

Dr. Krebs.
Hello.

A pleasure.

Dr. Krebs is the head
of the Krebs Foundation,

which captures and deports
Nazi war criminals.

When I read about
Sy Rosenthal being killed,

I thought, like everyone else, an
innocent bystander, a tragic accident.

But when I read about
Art and Sylvia Kravitz,

I know it's no accident.

All three were witnesses
to the crimes of Hans Kozak,

a high-ranking
death camp official.

I'm trying
to extradite him.

According to Dr. Krebs, this
Kozak lives somewhere in Miami

under an assumed name.

I visited Rosenthal and, uh, the
Kravitzes to ask them to testify.

I'm afraid in so doing
I signed their death warrants.

So you think
you were followed?

Here.

"Cancel the liar Krebs' speech,
or be prepared to pay the price.

"The Great Revolution
is at hand.

"In all of the earth the blood will
flow, that of the spawn of Yahweh's foe.

"Signed,
the Patriotic Brigade."

I know this group.

It's a neo-Nazi group, run by that
guy, uh, what's his name? Baker.

John Baker.
John Baker.

Yeah, he's an ex-Klansman who turned
in his sheet for a career in politics.

Mr. Krebs...
Yes?

Are you still planning
to make that speech?

I've stood up to demagogues
like Baker my whole life.

I'm not about
to be scared off now.

There are two more witnesses
who can make a case against Kozak.

One, Jacob Hoffman,
is in a local nursing home.

Thanks to God I had
not yet visited him.

I've stationed guards there
around the clock.

And the other witness?

Me.

- This ought to be interesting.
- Get back to redneck America.

Never forget that Charles Manson
is considered a mass murderer

because he killed
six people.

That would be a minute's
work in the Holocaust.

If one chose to be a Nazi
butcher, one must pay the price.

The Holocaust did not end
in 1945, my friends.

It continues today in Russia, in the
Middle East and right here in Miami.

White is right,
white is might.

The forces of order
will win the fight.

White is right,
white is might.

The forces of order
will win the fight.

White is right,
white is might.

The forces of order
will win the fight.

White is right,
white is might.

The forces of order
will win the fight.

White is right,
white is might.

The forces of order will
win the fight. Silence!

You people have no place
in a civilized society!

You are the people
who have no place here.

You will leave here at once, or |
will have you arrested for trespassing!

What's the matter, you afraid
of a little debate? Sit down!

Yeah, it's America!
Let him speak! Sit down!

Why don't you
sit down?

Easy, homeboy.
I said sit down!

Hey, boy, you got a problem?
Yeah, I got a problem!

No, get out of here!
Never again.

Thank you, friend.

Look at them.
Mongrels, subhumans.

It's getting to be where us true
Americans are strangers in our own country.

Well, our day's coming.
We'll take care of them.

My name's John Baker.

How come I haven't seen
you two around here before?

We've been out of state.

Idaho.

Name's Burnett.
This here's Stan.

Stan.

I gotta tell you,

we were real happy to see some other
patriots in that there meeting room today.

Yeah, Miami used to be
a happening place.

Now, what with your immigrants,
your coloreds, your infidels,

God-fearing white man
can hardly get a job anymore.

Yeah, and then the bastards
blame us for everything

that's wrong
in their miserable lives.

The Patriotic Brigade shares
your point of view, gentlemen.

What's the Patriotic Brigade?

It's a small, select,
primarily religious group.

Warriors for God.

Sounds interesting.

Maybe we ought to get together,
if we ever get out of this hole.

Oh, we're getting out.

So are you and Stan.

Bail's being arranged
for all of us.

Well,
that's damned nice of you.

Well, if you boys are looking
for some action,

me and Stan'd like to
show our appreciation.

Diana. Oh, my God,
it's so hard.

Mr. Baker, my name is
Helen Jackson, and, uh,

I'm writing a book
on the radical right.

As the movement's most eloquent
spokesman, I'd love to interview you.

John,
the children are waiting.

At your convenience,
of course.

I'm sorry, Miss Jackson. I'm afraid
an interview is out of the question.

You'll call me?
You can count on it.

Excuse me.

Gentlemen, didn't |
see you at the meeting?

Are you friends
of Mr. Baker's?

Sure, I guess
you could say that.

Please help me.

I couldn't speak to him with his
wife waiting, but I'm a good reporter,

and, uh, I'm not unsympathetic
to his point of view.

Can't you help me
get an interview?

Sure, lady.
I'll give him the message.

Here.
Here's how you reach me.

Thank you.

Just could you tell him that
I'd like to get his story across.

You got it.

...stakeout over here.

Hey, slugger,
what's happening?

Hey, man,
how's your chin?

It's cool.

No problem. You know, my
sister punches harder than that?

Hey, man, I pulled that punch. |
couldn't believe how easy you went down.

Can't you tell a tank job
when you see one?

Now, this lady that was
outside lockup, Helen Jackson.

She wants to do an
interview with, uh, Baker.

I figure if we can set it up, it
might be a good time to listen in.

Yeah, I read you, partner.

Everything's clear down on Fifth
Street. All we need are the clowns.

Hell of a way to start
a redevelopment project.

Well, HUD's planning
to tear it down anyway.

Good evening, gentlemen.
Ready to rock?

You still haven't told me
what this is all about.

Search and destroy.

We're gonna send these people
a little message.

And we're not talking
Western Union.

Yeah.

Go for it, brother!

Ah, you ain't seen
nothing yet.

Rogers.
Sir.

Go for it!

Outstanding.

The Patriotic Brigade remains on
a constant state of alert, Burnett.

We operate
on a wartime strategy,

we follow
the rules of engagement.

Know your enemy, and
where his forces are deployed.

Precisely.

We maintain
extreme vigilance.

We know we're being watched,
but our enemies underestimate us.

We're also watching them.
Let me show you something.

Now, imagine all the resources
of a patriotic Aryan movement

combined and linked together
into one computer.

Well, sir, that time has come.

Must be a tough job
updating these files.

Communists, Jews, blacks,

feminists, homosexuals,

undesirable elements
in the State Department.

Criminals who will soon be
set free to pillage and murder.

They're all here.
Cross-referenced, indexed.

That is very impressive,
Mr. Baker.

It seems to me that if we could get
this information out to the general public,

we'd be flooded
with new supporters.

Well, there's no way.

The liberal cabal
controls the media.

They'd twist
our message against us.

They wouldn't allow
the truth to be aired.

Well, now I'm aware of that.

They got a stranglehold on
things, but not all the way yet.

There are still some reporters out
there that haven't been brainwashed.

Why? You know
someone we can trust?

As a matter of fact, I do.

That reporter that you spoke
with outside the jail the other night.

Helen Jackson.

I think you ought to
give her an interview,

and just lay it all
on the line.

Mr. Baker, there is a whole
army of people out there

just waiting for a general
to lead them.

I'll call her tonight.

There's an operation tonight.
2100 hours.

I want you in on it.

See for yourself what the
Patriotic Brigade is all about.

I'll be there.

Well, Miss Jackson, I gather you're
not unsympathetic to our cause.

I believe in telling
the truth, Mr. Baker,

not in liberal
hand-wringing.

Well, maybe you do, at that.

My heart is heavy,
Miss Jackson.

The press wants people to
believe I'm the devil

so they won't listen to me.

Of course they do.

Poor little fascist.
Nobody understands him.

My God, look what
happened to my daddy.

He believed in this country.

He fought for it
during Korea,

he came home, he got a job
in the mills, he worked hard,

supported his family.
And then the mills closed.

I mean, there is no way a genuine American
working man can compete with wetbacks,

willing to work for
chump change for wages.

So, Daddy was out of work.

His bosses babbled something about
failure to meet international competition,

but he started
attending meetings.

And he found out
the real reason.

An international
conspiracy of Jews,

in league with
other mongrel races,

conspiring in secret to deprive
white Americans of their birthright.

Communism.

Oh, you know it!

And worse, too, we're talking about
an attempt to subvert the real America.

A conspiracy of the impure.

They hate us deeply,
and they're smart.

But we're gonna be smarter.

You hear this crap? You
think he was once a kid? How?

Yeah.

The kind that used to torture
little animals for a laugh.

Miss Jackson...

Darling...

We must get the word out,

to appeal to
the true patriots.

Exactly what I had in mind.

Good.

But articles and speeches
are not enough to win this war.

We're engaged in more
militant activities.

We are gonna kick some butt.

But whose, Mr. Baker?

Come on, Baker,
hang yourself.

Come in.

Excuse me, sir. Don't forget we
have a strategy meeting in five minutes.

Oh, damn!

Oh... Dwayne.

Miss Jackson, I'm sorry.
I apologize.

I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that
our interview is gonna have to

be suspended for today.
I hope you don't mind.

But I tell you what, why don't you come
by the office tomorrow around 11:00,

and we can continue then.
I'd be delighted.

Outstanding.
Dwayne.

You got that same one here?
Yeah.

These guys are
a bunch of maniacs.

Warriors for God,
give me a break.

Yeah, well this thing's
going down in a few hours.

Any way to find out if
Krebs' witness is the target?

No way. Baker's playing it
too close to his vest.

So, do we play along, and wait for Baker to
get inside the nursing home, then grab him?

I hate to take it
that far.

The old man in the home,
he doesn't need that.

Come on, let's go.

Maybe we can get him to talk
on the way to the hit,

and we'll nail him
before it goes down.

I'll be right there, Sonny. This
is one SOB I can't wait to slam.

You mind telling us
what's on tonight's agenda?

All in good time, Burnett.
The masses are awakening.

A racial and religious war is at hand.
We're privileged to be in the front ranks.

Why do I feel like Alice
going down the rabbit hole?

Every day
the other side is growing

and they're stealing our jobs,
our land, our women!

Are we gonna let them?

No!
That's right!

"Cause our side
is growing, too.

And soon there ain't gonna be
no way they're gonna stop us

from taking back
what is rightfully ours!

A long-forgotten wind is
starting to blow, brothers.

A war is coming down.

It's a war we gotta win...

It's a war we will win, as
long as we all fight together!

That's Craig Duey, leader of
our Fort Lauderdale conclave.

A real
up-and-comer.

It's his turn to address
the faithful this month.

Don't you guys do anything
but give speeches?

We do plenty.

Just listen.
You might learn something.

We've been waiting for the moment
to strike, waiting for years.

The wait is over.
The moment is now!

Forget it, Rico.

We've landed
in a fascist pep rally.

Take back our country!

Dead end.

I hear you out there.

You won't think it's so funny
if you come in here.

Dad, it's been 45 years
since you saw this man.

Who knows if you'll even
be able to recognize him.

Elliot, let me tell you
something.

One day I may forget
my own name,

but Hans Kozak's face? Never.

Can't you see
you're in danger?

Two witnesses
are already dead.

So what are you telling me?
You don't want me to testify?

You want me to tell Krebs,
"Go find another witness"?

Dad, please.

I want you to come stay
with me. I'll hire guards.

I got more guards than the President.
They watch me day and night.

You think I like it?

I don't care about myself.

I've lived a long life.

Nobody can hurt an old man.

No, I do this for the others.

For the ones
who didn't survive.

And to let the world know
that it can never happen again.

Time for your exercise,
Mr. Hoffman.

You see?
I'm well taken care of.

So I want you to call Mr. Raymond
at the computer house.

Check that out about
that file... Very nice.

Okay, thank you.
Thank you, Dwayne.

Thank you.

Your, uh, message
said urgent.

Our security was breached last
night. This room was broken into.

Maybe the enemy has something better to do
than sit around and tell campfire stories.

Well, the enemy's not as
smart as he thinks, Burnett.

It didn't take us long
to find out what was missing.

He tripped the security lock on
the computer when he turned it on.

You sure it wasn't the police,
just trying to bug the joint?

Well, what would the police want
with this prison camp survivor file?

This is Krebs' work.

Krebs? Are you sure?

I know what he's up to.

He's trying to make me
look bad.

Well, we'll see
about that.

You claim to be a man
of action, Burnett.

Well, you just may have
a chance to prove it.

Gina. Sonny.

Just got word from homicide. Jacob
Hoffman was killed this morning.

What?
Al the nursing home.

How the hell did that happen?
What...

What were Bailey's men doing?

I don't know.
We don't have any details yet.

All right, I'm on my way.

I've taken care
of all of them, Daddy.

Nobody can hurt you.

Now, I want you
to get some sleep.

Please.

No more
nightmares tonight.

Sleep.

I wish it were possible.

But they're all dead.

There's nobody to
torment you anymore.

Krebs can.

It's his word
against yours.

What can he do?

He'll find other witnesses
to lie for him.

That's the kind
of man he is.

I see.

Until Krebs is gone,

I'll always be waiting
for the knock on the door.

I won't let anybody harm you.

Don't you know that?

I don't know what
the hell to say.

A nurse took Hoffman for a walk,
and someone whacked both of them.

Doctor, Crockett, Vice.
What have you got?

Both of them were shot twice
in the head. Same caliber bullet.

But they weren't both
killed at the same time.

The woman's been dead
at least 10 hours.

But a nurse took Hoffman
for a walk...

So it's a possibility
that the killer was a woman.

Baker's files
were broken into.

Rico.

Did any of these people see the
nurse that took Hoffman for a walk?

Yes, this gentleman here.

Let me ask you
something, sir.

What did the nurse that took Mr. Hoffman
for a walk, what did she look like?

Like a nurse.
Real pretty.

Long blonde hair.
Uh, piercing blue eyes.

Helen Jackson.
The reporter.

Gotta be.

Those three people that were
killed were all three survivors

of the same
concentration camp.

The only ones left alive
that could identify Kozak.

That Nazi.

There's gotta
be a connection.

That means that Krebs
is next on her list.

You got it.

Mr. Krebs.

Yes?

My name is Helen Jackson.

May I talk with you for
a minute? I'm a reporter.

I'm sure you are
a very good one, my dear.

But I've decided not to give any
interviews until after I receive the award.

This really isn't an
interview, Mr. Krebs.

I'd just like to ask you
a few questions.

You see, my father was
in the same camp with you.

Come, come.

Who is your father?

Saul Lentz.
Did you know him?

Regrettably, no.
But there were so many.

So how can I help you?

Well, I'd like to ask you a few
questions about Hans Kozak.

He's the real reason
you're here, isn't he?

You are a very
good reporter.

This man Hans Kozak,

your father spoke of him?

Many times.

Then you must know
what kind of a man he is.

I am here to
bring him to justice.

What if there's another
point of view, Mr. Krebs?

What if he were only following
orders he had to follow, doing his job?

Your father told you that?

My father told me
many things.

Krebs!

Krebs! You hypocrite!

You think I don't know who stole
that file? Where did you plant it?

What file? Get out of
here, you paranoid maniac.

What are you doing here?

You wanted my story, and
that's why you're talking to him?

I don't give a damn about
your organization, or you.

You just get out of here.

You wanted this, here it is!

Now, you get out of here!

You used me.
I don't like that.

Would you please leave me
alone with this man?

You used me.

You!

You... You are the one who
has been killing my witnesses.

Including Jacob Hoffman.

A few hours ago.

I'm Hans Kozak's daughter.

The man you've been
persecuting for years.

Young woman, there can be
no persecution for that man.

You shut up.

I know.

I know why.

He was ridding the world
of its criminals.

Do you honestly know
what your father did?

I once saw him murder

a young woman
and her two children.

She clung to his knees,
begging for mercy.

She begged him
to spare her children.

So he shot the children first,

while she watched.

He is a monster,

who kills innocent people.

Just don't you tell me
that they were innocent.

I almost pity you.

In your desire to protect him,
you have become him.

Freeze!

Rico, get her!

No!

Let me kill him!

Let me do it!

You all right?

Yes.

Would you clear these people
out of the way, please.

Okay, let's get back...

- Thank you, thank you.
- Get back.

Why?

After all that these people have
been through, why'd you do it?

It was for my father.

He was a great, great man.

He was always there
when I needed him.

He's like no other man
could ever be.

There's nobody like my daddy.

Yes, there is.
My brothers.

Angelo!

Freeze!

They just found Kozak
in Coral Gables.

Is she...

Yeah, she's dead.

Think she's been dead
a long time, Rico.

Since way back when her father executed
all those people in the death camps.

Unfortunately, what she
stood for didn't die with her.