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It's showtime, Switek.
Rico's comin' in.

One more check around the horn.
Sonny, do you read me?

Five by... You got the same
three outriders, but no Francesco.

Frank never likes to show up first.
He likes a flamboyant entrance.

All right, guys.
Here's the way it goes.

We do nothing till we make the deal and
he gives us the location of the merch.

Switek, radio check.

Your date's here early, Rico.

Must be impatient
to wanna get in the bag.

Okay, as soon as I get the location,

crash the party and don't be shy.

If you hear me say "overhead,"
back away and save it for another day.

Let's hope not.

We owe the Cruz family
a nice vacation.

Francesco.

Qué tal?
Alli, chico. Yta?

Hey, you know, I can't complain,
as long as you got the goods.

First the money.
Tu sabes.

Ah, si and no. I heard
your papa would pour a drink,

pass out cigars,
talk about politics, philosophy,

jai alai and still take care
of business.

Well, yeah,
but I do business my way.

And you got quite a flare
for it too.

So where's the merchandise? You get
the location when I get the money.

And all that happens inside.

So what are we talking?
Coming off. Six containers.

Twenty-inch Trinitrons, auto-focus
cameras, P.C.2's with software.

You set me up, Cooper, you're dead.
Boat's supposed to be clean.

- Hey, what the hell, Sonny? We got a new player.
- Let it run, Swi. Let it run.

Any moves, we lose Rico.

Hey, easy.

There's a thin line
between rude and unfriendly.

I know you been a little jumpy
all night, but... just be cool.

Only thing I'm trying to do is give you
a hundred grand for some hot merchandise.

He's right, Frankie. You're too nervous.

Have your business meeting another day.
Come here and greet your brother.

- Sorry about that.
- Yeah, no problem.

It's all part of the overhead.

Cute. Real cute.

Like a coral snake is cute?

I thought he turned his back
on the family business.

Yeah, he did. But he's been making
big bucks in the market.

You know, Dow Jones.
Legit, but hardnose.

N.Y.P.D. said they got zip on Felipe Cruz,
but they don't miss him.

Well, if Don Ho had called
his number-one son home,

you can bet
that trouble is not far behind.

We could use what we got.
Not enough.

Months of tips and taps.
Nothing solid.

Well, maybe we can get Francesco
back on track.

He might be tied up trying
to off his brother...

the prince.

Felipe's arrival in town's gonna tilt
the balance of power in the Cruz family.

You know, Francesco's like
Fred Flintstone compared to Felipe,

but he'll fight hard to hang on
to the family business.

Social editor of the Times puts Felipe
on Manhattan's Most Eligible list.

Berkeley, Yale Law.

This guy is capable of taking
huge chunks of his daddy's dough...

and transformin'it into
offshore Bahamian corporations.

Now you see it,
now you don't,

because the man from Wall Street takes it to
the cleaners and it comes out venture capital.

- But why now, huh?
- Until Felipe wears the crown,

Jorge Cruz is still in charge.

Felipe or no Felipe, I want the Cruz
family brought down. Full-court press.

Tubbs, stay undercover on the docks.

Trudy, lean on all of Bolita's bagmen.

Gina, Felipe's your newest best friend.

Hmm.

Oooh.

Crockett and Switek,
you guys got the Cruz mansion.

Uh, the best surveillance point's
in the middle of the bay.

Oh, then we'll use a boat. You
remember what that is, don't ya, babe?

It's a new invention.
It's just like a car, only it floats.

Yeah, but I'll get seasick.
Bring a bag.

- Maria, come say hello to Carlos.
- Maria.

The rest of us get old, but Maria,
she stays young and delicious.

Carlos, you never change either.
Gracias.

This is what a happy woman
looks like, that's all.

My family's home.
Together for the first time in years.

- It is certainly a joyous occasion.
- Have a drink.

Excuse me.
Certainly.

Oh, no man could feel more pride
than you for a son like Felipe.

I have two sons.

Well, Francesco...

Forgive me, Jorge.
Francesco lacks habilidad.

Felipe's got the touch... the touch
to build on what you have begun.

Ah. Well, Mother, dear, I must say,

you still give the absolute
best parties in all of Miami.

If you came home for these parties,
Felipe, I'd give one every day.

- Salud.
- Your father seems happier than he has for years.

Well, a good son
makes his parents happy.

A good son always tells
his mother the truth.

The truth?

Okay, the truth.
I've come back to Miami...

because the people I love
are all here.

Damas y caballeros,

please join me
in welcoming my youngest son.

Sorrow when he's away,

joy he has come home
to help his papa.

Felipe, salud.

Salud.

To the Cruz family,
together again.

To my brother,
the prince of Wall Street.

I think this guy took the wrong turn
at the cheese and wine shop.

- What's your problem?
- It's closed.

Oh, really?

Felipe, como estas?
Bien.

Listen, Rickie, this sidewalk
may be public property,

but it is my public property, okay?

Take a hike, please.

Now you say, "Thank you very
much, Father. That's a good idea."

Yeah, thanks, Father.
That's it.

Come in.

- He showed up right in time.
- Yeah, well, he's my uncle.

He's got a knack for, uh,
rescuing me, you could say.

Uh, Gina Dominguez.
I'm sorry. Felipe Cruz.

Nice to meet you.
Um, some business.

It's okay.

I will be back for you.
Good timing.

He wants to have lunch.

Have a, uh, community relations problem?

Yeah. Take your time.
I'll come back later.

Sure.

Thank you.

Hey!

I'm gonna blow this monkey away,
Francesco.

It's your call!

Get outta here!

Ya know, Cooper, you don't come pokin' into my
warehouse without no invitation around here, huh?

We had a deal.
I've got customers...

who expect me to deliver.

You know, Cooper,

you're a comadreja.

I mean, I can give you
all you want...

when I'm ready.

You're being real careful, Frank.

Don't try to con me.

From what I hear, your brother
makes all the decisions now.

That's bull, Cooper.

My father and I run
this whole business.

Nobody else.

Felipe's a real player.
He'll give me a better deal anyway.

Eso no es verdad.
That's not true.

I don't know.
You hear me, Cooper?

You wouldn't be blowing smoke
at me, would you?

I think it's verdad.

Yeah.

Cruz is losing his stranglehold
on the docks.

Shippers don't pay tribute
unless they're scared of you.

So Felipe is home to try to fix it,
but why? Why is it happening?

Gina took these.

St. Vincent's. AIDS hospice in Little
Havana. Not too popular with the neighbors.

Felipe went there to visit
his uncle,

Father Ernesto Lupe.
A Catholic priest?

Jorge Cruz's brother-in-law.
Wife's younger brother.

He and Felipe have always been close.

So, what's going on? Are they tr yin' to
use a church-run AIDS clinic as a cover?

A drop stash?

Lieutenant, you want us to swoop
on this priest and squeeze him?

No.

He's never had any tie-ins
with the Cruz business.

Are you sure? Cruz family's
got that neighborhood wired...

from the material to the spiritual.

He's for real.

Front line since the '60s.

Civil rights work
got his head knocked in.

No. Addicts, homeless...
that's his game.

Advocates like that turn off...
Cruz's contacts.

No, he's my guess why,
uh, business is slow.

Well, I say we take it to the grand jury on a
RICO violation before Felipe can work his magic.

He's wiggled out
of that one before.

I want Cruz all the way,
no outs...

importation, the works.

There's a lot here that doesn't
figure, Lieutenant. That's right.

Nothing figures.
I want answers.

Maybe his uncle and the hospice
will be our route to Felipe.

Just watch the streets. Gina will
cover Felipe, Crockett, the docks.

Don't go near the priest.

I'm on time.

Anything on this list that you
can find will be appreciated.

And the hospital beds
were a true blessing.

What happened?
Sure you didn't forget anything?

No. You think
I missed something?

No.

I'll try to help out
as much as I can.

I think my nephew Felipe...

surprised me
as much as he did you.

I'm happy to hear that. That way
I won't have to ask you about it.

So much for that.

How's the softball game?

Fine.

Don Arturo was telling me that,
uh, you lost to Christ the King.

Yeah, it's true.

Ernesto, they got
the worst infield in the city.

Well, uh, their
pitching's improved.

They have great pitchers now.

Don Arturo?

Don't laugh at me.
That's not funny.

Shot him up pretty bad,
Lieutenant.

Not exactly your surgical hit.

Whoever did this
was carrying a lot of anger.

Any ideas?
No more than you.

Doesn't look like anything
was taken. No forced entry.

I'd say someone he knew.

Or a stranger.

And he was trusting.
He was like that.

Who found him?
Sister over there.

Says she saw one of the neighborhood punks who'd
been bashing this place headed the other way.

Kid named Rickie Diaz.

He's done a rabbit,
but we're checking.

Felipe Cruz know yet?

He's on his way.
The sister called him too.

Thank you.
Yeah. It's gonna be all right.

Besides being the nephew of the deceased, does
he play into this some way I should know about?

Possible O.C.B. connection.

I'll keep you posted.

If you come up with anything,
I want it.

Maybe Father Ernesto threatened to blow the
whistle on Felipe's angle at the hospice,

whatever it is.

Maybe Jorge's crime buddies didn't like
his brother-in-law runnin'an AIDS hospice.

- Somebody's sending Cruz a message.
- Maybe it's just a local kid.

Rick Diaz.
This might help.

I crossed all the faces
from Gina's shots at the hospice...

with direct Cruz contacts
in Miami and I got nothing.

But when I spread to New York,
one positive.

His name's Louie Garcia,
son of Franco Garcia.

Papa's New York chief.
And now for the good stuff.

Louie grew up with Felipe. Same age.
Buddies since the sandbox days.

New York Strike Force logged Felipe making
contact with Louie three times since January.

So our pal, Felipe, Yale, LLD.,
do not pass go.

Do not intern in the streets
and make your bones.

Go directly into the family firm. Hook up
the whole Eastern seaboard with Louie Garcia.

You got Papa in Miami,
Louie Garcia in New York...

and Felipe is on the move and
a bigger player than we thought.

What's he using the AIDS hospice for?

Cover?

Nobody wants to stake out
or search an AIDS clinic.

Drop for drugs? Lab?

Maybe this explains why somebody
put a hit on Father Ernesto.

Let Felipe think he's still
ahead of us at the hospice.

Get on this one, Gina, as fast as
you can. I want some answers today.

Mr. Cruz, are you working closely
with the police? Back! Back! Sacalo!

- Do you know who killed him?
- Jorge.

Not in the memory of Ernesto.
Please, we could be polite.

Can you trust the police,
Mr. Cruz?

My brother-in-law has been
viciously murdered. Apriest.

The animal who did it will be caught.
He will be tried.

Maybe he will go to prison.
When he's done with all that,

then he's gonna have to deal
with me and my sons.

You can quote me on that.
Now, please, we are in mourning.

I'm sorry to intrude, Mr. Cruz.

I just wanted to say that I admired
your uncle for many years.

Que tenga paz.
I'm so sorry he's gone.

Thank you.
You're very kind.

Besides wanting to tell you
about, uh,

how much I respected your uncle,

um, the other day when I visited
with Father Ernesto,

I... told him, uh,

about a friend of mine.

He's very sick.

Now you wonder if the hospice
will take in any new clients?

A few people still don't
want it there. A "few"?

As in "most"?
Might as well be everybody.

You know, he was an outcast.

But Ernesto...

Ernesto... was my hero.

Did you tell him?
No.

No, you couldn't tell Ernesto that.

Just doing his job, he'd say.

Call it "God's work."

You mentioned your friend.
I think I can help.

Um, okay.

Why don't you come to the hospice
with me. Oh, no, it's okay.

You have a lot on your mind.
No, no, no, no.

This isn't for me or for you.
This is for your friend.

They may have killed Ernesto,
but not his work.

I know you are a busy man,

but when I inquired downtown,
they urged me to call you.

The cause of his death
is connected, not the priest.

It's an attempt
to hurt the family.

We don't know that.

We do know that some neighbors
hated his hospice.

That's a Catholic neighborhood,
Lieutenant.

People do make noise,
but kill a priest over a social issue?

No.

What can we do for you?

Your colleagues in Homicide
will be talking to media.

The less Father Ernesto's memory
is tainted by social hostility...

or connection
to the Cruz family, the better.

Very simple.

Please, don't.

Officers.

God. Felipe, read this.

Oh, what can they be thinking,
Sister? God only knows.

They just started moving us out
half hour ago with no warning.

I didn't know until one man said
they'd just ordered him out of his bed.

I called the police.
Where are they?

Inside helping.
It's legal.

God! Vacate the premises within
24 hours! What am I gonna do?

I've made arrangements until we can
come up with a plan or some money.

Don't worry about the money.

Sister, is that the kid?
Yes, that's him!

Felipe, wait!
Wait, Felipe!

Hold it!
Hold it right there!

Don't try anything, kids.
I hate surprises.

Who doesn't?

You're not gettin'
the message, Rickie.

You're on the edge
of a steep cliff...

and I got reason to push.

I told you, it wasn't me. We
all look alike, right? Original.

I love originality.
But you know what?

At Homicide, they don't
give a damn! They're harder.

You better talk to me, kid, 'cause if
you don't talk to me, I'm rollin' you over!

They don't scare me.

You got a lot of friends, Rickie.
Alibis all the way around.

You mean we're gonna have to
let this chump go? Guess so.

Rickie, a heroic type.

Homicide doesn't scare him.
We don't scare him.

Well, that's good he's so fearless, 'cause the
Cruz boys are gonna come and take you home.

Huh?

You didn't know?

It was Cruz's brother-in-law
that got killed.

And they think you did it.

You know, your alibi flies here, but
it's not going to impress Senor Cruz.

But don't worry, Rickie. Just tell
them they don't scare you either.

Wait!

I was there, but I didn't kill him.
I was only spray-painting the wall.

Those Cruz people don't have
any reason to hassle me.

- Tell that to the don.
- I saw a guy in a suit and tie.

Trudy, we may have a possible 1.D. from
one of Gina's snapshots. And what else?

Louie Garcia.
Track him down.

Come in.

Lieutenant, Trudy just phoned in.

No trace on Louie Garcia.

She checked the phone tapes.
Louie's father spoke with Jorge.

They spoke some business, and then
Mr. Garcia said, "My son made it to Miami."

That's it.

Lieutenant?

Are you okay?

I know what I gotta do.

Sorry? The hospice must remain
open beyond this investigation.

Somebody didn't like what
Ernesto was doing in his work.

Work that angle while I'm gone.

This isn't Catholic Charities, Lieutenant.

I'm in business.

No business puts dying people,
dying children out into the street.

The people in that neighborhood
have kids too, Lieutenant.

They're worried about
their families, like you and me.

Can I use your phone?

Yeah. Let me speak to Gina, please.

Yeah. Gina?

Give me a rundown on
a J.P. Moore Management Agency.

Everything. Taxes, building
violations, works. Lieutenant.

Thank you. How about if |
save you a little legwork?

How about it?

Well, you never heard it here,

but I didn't rent that space
to Father Lupe.

At least not directly.

Cruz?

The church leased that property.
Pulled out of the lease.

Forfeited a hefty security bond
in the bargain.

We sent the papers
over yesterday.

We'll get back to you later,
ma'am.

- Evicting patients?
- Lieutenant, it's a very difficult issue.

What about Father Ernesto's
hospice?

As soon as we can find
someone to replace him,

we'll relocate
where it's not so dangerous.

We backed that hospice from the beginning.
We back them all over the country.

I urged him to pick
a more receptive place for it.

We leased the building.

You caved to his reputation.
We all did.

He was a persuasive man,
what can I tell you?

He defended people also.

What about his patients?

Some things are not simple.

Headlines... "Archdiocese evicts
AIDS patients" is simple?

I thought we had an understanding
about the press.

Reopen it.

Isn't that what the police call
"blackmail," Lieutenant?

Sometimes even a simple cop...

has to be a soldier in battlefields
not of his own choosing.

You are a very dedicated soldier.

Why?

His memory.

- Switek, you there?
- Yeah, I'm here.

Felipe's leavin'the house
and he's in a real big hurry.

Looks to me like he's heading west
on the 79th Street Causeway.

He's on your side of the bay.
Relay it to Castillo.

And it looks like I'll be takin' Francesco on a
little tour of the Intercoastal. Back to ya later.

I'm gonna get you!

Louie. Louie, why didn't
you call me sooner?

Your father a-and your family.

I didn't wanna
ruin things for ya.

I'm sorry.

I am so sorry.

But I'm-I'm here now, okay?

Um, everything's gonna...
What would it be like to die?

Louie, don't say that.

Don't say that, please.
Come on. I'm here.

I'm so scared.
Louie, please.

Louie, just hang on.
Don't leave me alone, Felipe.

No, no, I'm not.
I'm not going anywhere, okay?

Um, please, just hang on.

Don't leave me alone, okay?

Now listen.
I'm gonna get you outta here.

No. I don't feel like moving.
Okay?

Please.

No.

Louie.

Oh, God. Louie would have
laughed his head off...

me talking about this
to a Vice cop.

Are you here to take over
your father's business?

Lieutenant Castillo,
as I've stated before,

Louie and I were...

in a relationship
quite a while back.

And he came here a couple of months ago,
because of his sickness, to be with Ernesto.

When things took a turn for the
worse, my uncle called me here.

That's why I've come back.

I've never wanted to run
the family business.

You and your family
are under suspicion...

for the murder
of Ernesto Lupe.

He was my uncle
and my confessor.

He knew everything about me.
He always had.

He taught me compassion...

and love is what Christianity
is all about.

He stood his ground
whether or not it was popular.

I know. We stood
shoulder to shoulder once...

in a different time
for a different cause.

He was my friend.

Well, if you'll excuse me.

Today's a big day for the truth.

It's time Jorge Cruz met his son...

his real son.

Don't leave the city.

Who killed Ernesto Lupe?

We learn more, but not
the one thing I want to know.

We've been ignoring one key piece
of the puzzle all along...

Jorge Cruz.

He talks to Louie's father,
finds out about Louie's condition.

Keep going. He knows that
Louie and Felipe are close.

And he guesses the rest.

Jorge figures out Felipe will never
make him a grandad and he freaks.

How could this happen
to King Macho?

- Why Ernesto?
- Was he inclined?

Good-looking woman would spin
his head faster than anybody's.

He had real doubt 25 years ago
about maintaining his vows of chastity.

He never changed.

His ideas, his views, his hospice...

Just assume that Jorge
knew about Felipe.

And his brother-in-law,
the priest, says it's okay.

Where does that lead you?

Move on Jorge.

My own brother.

Makes me want to throw up.
Excuse me.

You should be delighted I didn't come
here to take over the family business.

Who could possibly care about
any of this now?

Is this really what it's about...

greed, money, power?

Always... Always the same with you.

- Don't lay this off on me.
- I'm always here. I'm normal.

All that is over now.
This family is going to be normal.

I see.

Just like that, Jorge,

because you order it.

Always been like that.

Why not now?

Hay que tomar las cosas con calma, chico.

We are going to forgive him,
Francesco.

I'm not asking.
I'm telling.

Family forgives anything.

We have worked out
family problems before.

This one too.

Papa, this is not like who gets the
biggest piece of the birthday cake.

Everything is going to be fine.

I'm amazed at how calmly you're
taking all this. I didn't expect it.

You underestimate me.
You both do.

First of all, I knew.

How?
Franco Garcia.

Louie told his father he was dying.

He was devastated.
We don't keep secrets.

How could you have
done this to us?

I thought it was going to kill me.

My son.

- Then I realized it's not your fault.
- Fault?

I blame myself.
Blame?

No one's to blame! This is who |
am, like brown eyes and gray hair.

I should've spent more time
with you.

Now it'll change with you home,

with your family...
and with Ernesto gone.

Ernesto? Ernesto had nothing
to do with this.

May he burn in hell!

You had him killed!

He polluted your mind.

Oh, my God. You are crazy!
You had him killed?

No.

I killed him myself.

You...
Get off him!

No! Oh, God help you.

Where are you going?
Come back! I need my sons!

No, you've just lost your sons.

- No digas eso.
- You don't get it, do you?

You just don't want to get it.

But these are the facts, from the son
your money has educated so well.

First of all, you don't switch on
and off your sexual preferences.

I was 12 when I knew.

I cried myself to sleep every night.

Not so much for myself as for you.

I didn't want to hurt you.

But Ernesto...

Ernesto was the only one
I could talk to.

How could you have killed
your own brother?

Felipe! No, I will not
let you get away with this.

Your son is a lawyer,
and I've sworn to uphold the law.

Freeze!

Jorge Cruz, you're under arrest
for the murder of Ernesto Lupe.