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Judge Villaneuva's got
the warrants. Costa and

Edwards will pick up Albierro,
and we'll bag Hackman.

- Nobody knows where Barkley is.
- Well, let's not let Hackman get itchy feet.

I'll pick you up at 5:30, and we'll
take this turkey while he's still in bed.

Hey, Sonny.
Yeah?

- The good guys won for once.
- Yeah, for once.

Ah!
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!

Yeah! That's my sweetheart!

Were you a good girl?
Yeah.

I know you're a good girl.

Oh! Look at all these toys.

Somebody gonna pick up all these toys
in the living room?

Yes, Daddy. Somebody
will. I know that somebody will.

- Dinner's almost ready.
- Terrific.

Let's go wash up, huh?
Once more. Draw!

It's a strong case. Good forensics and three
witnesses who can put them in the area.

They real bad guys, Daddy?
Oh! Real bad guys.

We still gonna be able to have dinner
with Sonny and Caroline tomorrow?

No problem. We'll be finished
with the paperwork by 5:00.

Sonny told me
they've already got a sitter.

You expecting someone?

Jane, in virtually every opinion poll taken in
the state of Florida over the last five years,

the citizens have overwhelmingly
supported the death penalty.

Now, I believe that the penalty of death is a
significant deterrent to premeditated murder.

Donna, would you like some
orange juice, honey? Yes, please.

And as this state's attorney general,
I will do everything in my power...

to see that penalty enforced
whenever and wherever it is warranted.

- Oh, yes.
- Candidates, any comments?

Hell, that isn't enough.
You want real deterrent value,

you get public executions broadcast live
so's all the criminal scum can watch.

- Are these guys serious?
- Of course they're serious.

- They're tr yin' to get elected.
- Mr. Clayborn, your thoughts?

It's one thing to go down to
the courthouse in Tombstone

and watch a public hanging
as a matter of personal choice.

But to broadcast the death of a human
being into every home in this state...

where small children might be watching
is an obscenity.

Thank you, gentlemen.
We now go to Raiford Prison...

and to the cell of convicted murderer
Frank Hackman,

who is scheduled to be executed
this Friday.

Do we have to watch any more of this?
Wait a minute.

- Hold it.
- Good morning, Mr. Hackman.

Good morning, Jane. You've heard
our panel. Care to share your thoughts?

Even though Mr. Waldman
and Mr. Davis...

were part of the system that put me here,
I agree with them.

Do you mean to say that you'd be willing
to have your own execution telecast?

Death is God's will,
and only God's will.

Even though I didn't
commit the crime I've been

convicted of, I want my
death to count for something.

Broadcasting my execution
might help people to see...

that any killing, even in
the name of justice, is wrong.

Oh, man!
What's wrong?

Nothin' that 20,000 volts wouldn't cure.
Come on. Let's get outta here.

You're not gonna eat your breakfast?

You should have seen him, Rico. He was lyin'
through his teeth and hidin' behind the cross.

Hey, hey, amigo. Be cool.
It's not our problem.

It is now.

A Father LaFrano called
from Saint Ives church.

He's got some new information
on the Hackman case.

He wants to talk to you.

What's to talk about? Hackman
committed murder, and he's gonna fry.

Talk to him.

A parishioner has confessed
to being in Daytona with

Frank Hackman the night
the detective was murdered.

I'm afraid an innocent man
may be executed on Friday.

That's it?

Well, by all means, let's run right over
to the parole board. What do ya say, huh?

Can you identify
the parishioner?

I cannot violate the
sanctity of the confessional.

He has released me
to say only that much.

So why is this guy
comin' forward now?

He's very sick, possibly dying.

He read about Hackman's
date coming up, and he

decided his conscience
would not allow him to go on.

- Marty.
- Excuse me.

The good father here is being played.

Frank Hackman blew away my partner
in front of his wife and kids,

and he deserves to get
whatever's comin' to him.

Tell me somethin'.
Why doesn't this guy come to the police?

He's afraid his family
will be in danger if he's identified.

I should have guessed.

Sure.
Good day, Father.

Thank you, Father.

I apologize if I caused any
stress, but my parishioner

insisted that I speak
directly to Detective Crockett.

May I ask why?

He put Hackman on death row.

Security armored car job back in '79.

So how much was uncovered?
Not a dime. Very fast, very clean.

Old-school pros.
How'd you get Hackman?

Me and another cop named Frankel.
We were workin' him.

Frankel went under as a fence.

Had a deal with Hackman for the
whole job... until his cover was blown.

Hackman blew him away
with a 12-gauge in front of his kids.

Tight case?

We were lucky to get a conviction.

Had a mountain of circumstantial
to tie Hackman to it.

So you think he's guilty?
You bet.

Paid for by the committee
to elect Thomas Waldman...

That looked just super.

Now, we need at least 20 gross rating points
with the 30's over the next two weeks.

I want you to mix in the 10's with the
Sunday-Monday rotation of the final week, okay?

Mr. Waldman?
Yeah?

- A couple of detectives to see you.
- Here I come.

Sonny Crockett.
Good mornin', Tom.

This is my partner,
Ricardo Tubbs. Hello.

Ricardo. Come on, guys. Uh,
to what do I owe this pleasure?

Well, our soon to be late friend,
Frank Hackman.

Oh. Thanks. Yeah. He's become
quite a hot topic these days.

Uh, no pun.

Yeah, well, we got a hot tip this morning
that, uh, our friend is innocent.

Come on, Sonny. If we had a dime
for every last-minute fabrication...

I know, I know,
I know, I know.

Well, our lieutenant seems to think
there's something to this one.

Hackman is a maggot.

He's been one step ahead
of the chair his entire life.

Look, I'm not gonna defend this guy.
That's not the issue here.

He was convicted
for a specific murder.

And he's guilty. We had enough evidence
to bury that guy alive.

- All of it was circumstantial.
- Circumstantial?

We had shoe prints outside the apartment,
fiber matches,

a box of those
double-aught Magnums in his car...

Tom. Clothes to match
a neighbor's description.

And need I remind you that his pal,
Albierro, testified as to Hackman's intent?

Look, I was the cop that arrested him.

But it was four hours later
and more than three blocks away.

Look, this thing was dumped on me.
But I gotta do it right.

Are you telling me that I have to
convince you that Hackman deserves to die?

I'm just trying to maintain some
objectivity here and do the right thing.

I would think that you
would wanna do the same.

Well, if you're here for my blessing,
you're not gonna get it.

My platform is pro-capital punishment.

The last thing in the world I need is an
overturn on the biggest conviction of my career.

That's a hell of an attitude
you've got there, counselor.

I prefer to think of it as a belief
in the system, Detective.

So, our old buddy Mr. Waldman
isn't going to be any help at all.

As a matter of fact, the subject
wasn't even open for discussion.

Guy doesn't want to confuse
his constituency.

Is there anything more
out of the priest?

No.

We'll set up concentrated
surveillance around the church,

photo-fax anyone entering
or leaving to Washington.

We need to find any connection
we can to Hackman or his crew.

Uh, excuse me, but, uh, isn't this guy
gonna be a little crispy day after tomorrow?

- 9:00 a.m.
- That doesn't give us a lot of time.

Is this guy a regular parishioner?

Let's hope so.
Okay.

That's all.

Thanks, Switey.

Crockett.
Yes, sir?

You've gotta be kiddin' me.
What the hell does he want?

We got nothin' to say to each other.
See him.

Marty...
He may have a lead on the tip.

Good to see ya.
Save it, Frank.

There's no need
for hard feelings, Crockett.

I've made my peace.
I know why I'm here.

Why'd you ask me to come here?

A man's right to face his accusers.

Not many people have the luxury of
knowing the exact hour of their death.

I'm losing interest.

You didn't put me here.
I want you to know that.

There'll come a time...

when you'll ask for forgiveness,
to make your peace with God,

and I want you to remember
that I don't hold you accountable.

Now, that's dang nice of you, Frank.

I'll keep that in mind.

I didn't kill Frankel.

I did kill other people
you don't know about.

And the way I figure it
that's what I'm dyin'for.

So I'm totally prepared,

and I've accepted my death as just.

I'm telling you this so,

now or later,
you ought not to feel any guilt.

That's kind of ironic, don't you
think? I go out for one I didn't do?

Still say you were in Daytona?

It doesn't matter.
None of it does.

When your days get down to single digits,
your mind gets amazingly clear.

You begin to understand the balance.

I'm goin' to a better place, Sonny.

Thanks for comin'up.

YGW 011.

Yank-Gulf-Whiskey-011.

AOC 46F.

Alpha-Oscar-Charlie-46-Foxtrot.

Car's registered to Pepe Ferrar.
No criminal record, no wants, no warrants.

Another batch comin' in, Stan.

There was no sheets on the last two.

Okay. Barretto, Alejandro.

He's got three warrants.

Arrest record: A D.U.I in '84,
driver's license suspended in '85. Nada.

Next: Kirkl, David Michael.

Arrest record: 1982 income tax evasion.

He was indicted. No wants,
no warrants. We're 0 for 2.

Here's one. Albierro, Gus.

Here's our confessor.
Why, he's got a sheet as long as my arm.

Gus Albierro, age 57.

Divorced from Felicia Diaz in '78.

Remarried. Two children.

Owns and operates an auto repair shop
in North Miami.

F.B.I. links Albierro to as many
as 14 possible jobs with Hackman.

We got armed robbery, extortion,
laundering, trafficking,

assault and battery,
efcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

A lot of arrests,
few convictions.

His guise reads
like a Chicago businessman.

Twenty-year career,
then moved to Miami for retirement.

Yeah, the American dream.

That's history. I walked away
from that part of my life.

I haven't talked to Hackman in years.

It must be kinda tough,
seein' him on the news every night.

You get my age,
you know a lot of people who die.

How about the ones
that get framed, Gus?

Did Hackman kill Frankel, Gus?

What makes you think he didn't?

I have no reason to think that.

You testified that he did the murder.

I testified to his intent.

Wait a minute, Gus.
You were the nail in the coffin.

We didn't have enough evidence to
send him up without your testimony.

You know that.

Yeah.

You got somethin'
on your chest, Gus?

The man's about to watch his
last sunset, Gus. Did he kill him?

He was with me in Daytona.

You perjured yourself?

Why? He was makin' it with my
wife. I wanted to kill him myself.

So who really killed Frankel?

I got a new wife, family.

I'd be dead in a couple of hours
if I told you that.

Why the change of heart, Gus?

I got two months to go.

Pancreatic cancer.

I kinda know what it's like
from where Hackman sits.

I don't care if Albierro
is ready to recant.

That's not enough. Not even for a sway of
momentum, let alone a reopen of the case.

How about a stay, at least
until we untangle this thing?

At this stage, only the governor
can grant stays or pardons.

And that's not gonna happen just because
some thug comes up with an 11 th-hour alibi.

The man has cancer.

He wants to right himself before
he dies. He's willing to testify.

Well, you'd probably do the same thing for
one of your buddies goin' to the chair, right?

Listen, pal.
I'm not sittin' on this.

What's it gonna take to reopen?

- It's not gonna happen.
- What's it gonna take?

- Two corroborating witnesses.
- You got it.

Guys, you pry this thing open, we're not
gonna have enough weight to reconvict,

and that maggot's gonna walk.

And that'll be on your heads.

Well, then, you got nothin'
to worry about, do ya?

I'll tell you what it is, Gus.

We need someone else
to back up your story.

Somebody that was with you
in Daytona.

Okay, sport.
Time to help your mom. Honey!

Come on.
Get your brother.

Come on.

It's dangerous draggin" people
out of the past.

Nobody wants to remember.

You said you wanted
to save Hackman.

I do. But I got a family.

If my name is in front
of all that ghost hunting...

We'll do it quietly.

As far as the press is concerned,
we dug it up and forced you to testify.

But we gotta move.

Hackman's scheduled to die
in less than 48 hours.

Tommy Barkley.

He was with Hackman and me.

Why didn't he testify then?

He didn't show up for the trial.
Disappeared.

I haven't heard a thing since '80.

Dead end. Barkley was killed in a
prison riot three years ago in Pensacola.

Damn!

Albierro didn't mention this?

Said he hadn't heard
from Barkley in six years.

Well, that's it.

We got nothin'.
There's got to be somebody else.

Albierro was very specific.
He said there was just the three of them.

They're gonna kill somebody
that I sent up...

for something I'm not sure he's done.

It's your past,
and you refuse to let it die!

I haven't heard from her in years.
Oh, yeah?

Then why is she
sending you this picture?

I have no idea.
Well, you promised.

You swore when we got married
you would be out. No more contact!

Carmen, please believe me.

I'll always take care of you
and the children.

You're all I care about.

That's not good enough.
Not this time.

Please, Carmen...
No, Gus.

I'm going to my mother's.

And I'm taking the children.
Okay.

And I want a decision by tomorrow.

Okay. Okay.

Yeah.

All right! Wait! Hold it!

You're the guys from Vice, right?
Yeah.

Hey, you guys eat yet?
No.

Good. I'd hate to have you
lose your breakfast.

Albierro?

Come on.
The rest of him is inside.

Three shots to the forehead.

Now, the slug lines suggest
Albierro was on his knees.

Now, whatever he was thinking about
is now splattered against the back wall.

Any eyewitnesses?
Nah. Reads like a contract job.

Did you interview the block?
That's already been done.

The store owner next door
said Albierro and his wife...

had a real roof raiser last night
about closing time.

She stormed over to Mom's just
before the hit. We confirmed the alibi.

Anything else of interest? Not
much. Usual business records.

Excuse me.
A lot of past-due bills.

That's interesting.

You recognize her?
No.

The wife's inside.
She might have an idea.

Excuse me.

Mrs. Albierro,
could we speak to you a minute?

Yes.

His ex-wife.

She was a bad person,

dragging him down in her filth.

Gus had left all that behind him,

but she wouldn't let go.

Albierro was gonna see her?

Not and stay with me.

We had a good life going here.

A real good life.

I didn't want it ruined.

But I guess it's too late now.

Look, I don't know who killed Gus.

I just want to be with my children.

Lab can't find any third-party prints.

Ballistics confirms three
.380-caliber slugs, point-blank.

9.9 on the lethal scale,
low sixes on neatness.

Whoever whacked Frankel
must've got wind of Albierro's recant.

Somebody really wants
to see Hackman smoke.

Albierro's statement will stand as a
deposition, but we still need corroboration.

Well, you got less than 20 hours.

How about the postcard?

Felicia, Albierro's first old lady.

They broke up after she got horizontal
with Hackman.

- Any return address?
- Postmark Stuart, F-L-A.

Stuart?
That's my old stompin'grounds.

Trained up there with the local P.D. until
I got transferred here to the big leagues.

You know of any good
seafood joints down there?

Venus Clam Trap, uh,
rolling roach coach out by the stadium.

Stop by Waldman's.
See if we can buy some more time.

Tom, we need a stay.

You got someone to corroborate
Albierro's story?

Albierro was hit last night.
Someone didn't want him to talk.

You happen to know
who that someone is?

'Cause if you don't,
I got absolutely nothing to go on.

Come on, Waldman. Somebody
is throwin' roadblocks in our way.

We need a little more time. We're very
close to provin' Hackman's innocence.

Close?
You're not even in the parking lot.

You've got a guy who cooks up
a very interesting confession,

you've got no physical evidence
and no one to back him up.

So Albierro gets hit.
Miami is the murder capital of the world.

One more reason for the death
penalty as a deterrent. Come on!

Would you spare me
the campaign rhetoric?

You wanna turtle this issue
until after the election.

And what do you want? Let loose a
cold-blooded killer? That guy is wrong.

Everybody knows that. The system
worked. Why can't you just let it go?

Because I'm the cop
that put him there.

And I'm the lawyer.
My conscience is clear.

No, no. You're a politician.
A conscience is optional.

Man, that guy reeks of 30-weight.
I think we're chasin' our tails, man.

Oh, I don't know. I don't know.
Somethin' isn't right, man.

It was a hell of a lot easier
the first time.

You've gone the distance, partner.
That's all anyone can ask.

Panthers, first down and 10
on their own 24-yard line.

Hand off to Wiggins.

...Roger Armstrong
at the 27-yard line.

Second down, seventh, Memphis.

What do you say
we wait till she closes up?

Game'll be over soon.
Incomplete pass. Catch by Mitchell.

I don't like the looks of that car.

Neither do I.
Make the call.

Get me MacGruder.

Looks like our lady.

- Freeze! F.B.1.!
- Take it easy. We're cops.

- Up against the car.
- Where the hell did the suits come from?

Keep your hands on the car now!
[.D.'s in the left pocket.

Now that we've lost the element of surprise,
what do you wanna do, partner?

Think I'd like to have a little chat
with one Thomas Barkley.

Looks pretty healthy for a corpse.

They are cops.

Surprise, surprise.

The guy caps a 20-year career
of major-league theft...

by supposedly blockin' bullets
in a prison riot,

only to turn up three years later
frying clams out in Stuart.

Barkley's on
the Witness Protection Program.

What?

The prison death was fictionalized?

F.B.I.'s most prized canary.

Helped bring down entire networks,
fences, money launderers.

Well, that's fine. But that doesn't explain
why he's lettin' his buddy go to the chair.

Well, maybe Hackman
figured into the feds' plan.

Doesn't follow. Barkley's got enough
names and dates not to feed 'em Hackman.

We have 14 hours to find out.

Can you pull enough strings
to get us Barkley's address?

Yes.

Ready for your supper?

Anything I can do for you?
No.

Thanks, eh? Wilson.

I want you to have this.

I can't.
Please.

You made a difference here.
I got nobody else. Take it.

Frank, really, I appreciate it,
but I can't. I'll lose my job.

I thought we were just gonna
talk to this guy.

I'm willin' to talk.
Sonny...

This guy knows the truth, Rico.
He's gonna tell me.

It's rude to drop in unannounced.

This is our invitation.

Should have R.S.V.P.d.

The way I figured it,
anything goes wrong,

Felicia's the only one
walking out of this party.

- Who are they?
- Cops or amateurs.

No self-respecting thief would be
this stupid. Let me see some I.D.

Vice. Miami.

Well, gentlemen,
let's skip the lesson in manners...

and move right on to
a short course in blanket immunity.

It's a top-dollar blanket.

Total immunity.

The law can't touch Thomas Barkley.

Hackman's the one on the hot seat.

Albierro told us he's innocent.

Albierro's an old fool.

From what I hear, sweetheart,
you're the one who's been foolin' around.

Could, um,
you and I take a little walk?

Anything I can do for you?

How about a power failure?

Forget it.

Hey, I'm just a pre-Miranda
kind of guy.

Back then there was a definite possibility
that cops could get a guy to talk.

Not now.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

We're all a bunch of pussycats now.

So I'm not gonna waste any more
of the short time that Hackman has left...

By violating your civil rights.

I'm gonna make it real simple, pal.

You're gonna tell me the truth,
or I'm gonna make one phone call to Chicago.

Then in four hours,
a plane's gonna land in Miami,

and then in six hours, you'll be dead.

What do you wanna know?

That's better.

Who killed Frankel?

A button man from Buffalo.
De Santis.

Everybody knew that Frankel was a cop.

A lot of people wanted him hit.

Now, Hackman was with you in Daytona?

Yeah. Me and Albierro.

Why didn't you show up for the trial?

Felicia.

Nobody's that good, pal.

She is.

Miami Vice.

Take it through channels, Crockett.

Governor, Miami Vice.

We have depositions
that will exonerate Frank Hackman.

Governor, if I could recommend that this be
handled through the appropriate channels.

Tom, this man has a little over an
hour left. Let's not worry about procedure.

Get me a phone.

Yo.

Sonny, come to see
the crumbling dream?

Check it out.

"Waldman down 10 points in polls
after Hackman pardon."

Made the front page.

I came by to say I'm sorry
about the way it worked out.

Oh, that's big of you.

I'm not gonna apologize for doin' my job,
Tom, or for doin' what I thought was right.

You think I care
about your motivation?

You cut the legs
out of my career, man.

Since when is that more important
than a man's life?

Hackman is a slug.

The world would be
that much lighter without him.

That's not a call you get to make, Tom.

You must feel good.

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

You know, Rico, in 12 years, this is the
first time I ever got anyone out of the slam.

Let's not make it a habit.

It sure as hell feels different
playin' both sides of the field.

Well, we just catch 'em. We don't cook
'em. That's Waldman's job. Hackman.

Didn't expect to see you here.

Thanks, Crockett.

- Just doin' my job.
- Like I knew you would.

Gus was dyin'.

He wanted his family to be cared for.
I bought his confession.

You killed Frankel.

Yeah.

I won't be needin' this anymore.

Maybe you can use it.