All language subtitles for Miami Vice 5x16 - Victims of Circumstance - 05.May.89 - DVDrip.XviD.mp3

(MAN SHOUTING)

Stay away from me.

(BANGING)

You come in here,
I will hurt you.

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

Where are you?
Where are you?

ERNESTO: 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.

(ALL LAUGHING)

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.

(ALL LAUGHING)

SONNY: 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.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

Whoever it was, they split.

Oh, my God.

MAN: Give me a hand.

(CHATTERING ON RADIO)

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.

(CHATTERING ON RADIO)

Yeah, he did.

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

ANGELO: 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?

(SIGHS)

You're doing
the right thing, kid.

Sorry about
your brothers.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, Angelo
was half right.

The Fuentes just got hit
with a major blizzard.

(MAN CHATTERING IN SPANISH)

FUENTES: 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!

(SHOUTING)

FUENTES: What are you doing?

DIABLO: Back up.
Keep backing up.

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

(GRUNTING)

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

Hit it, man!

MAN ON SPEAKERS:
Police officers! Stop!

(SIREN WAILING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

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.

(KNOCKING)

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?
PRIEST: 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.

(MAN SHOUTING)

(DOOR RATTLING)

I hear you out there.

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

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

(BANGING ON DOOR)

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.

STAN:
This ought to be interesting.
Get back to redneck America.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

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.

(AUDIENCE APPLAUSE)

PEOPLE: (CHANTING)
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 I will have you arrested
for trespassing!

What's the matter,
you afraid of a little debate?
KREBS: 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!

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

No, get out of here!
Never again.

Thank you, friend.

(SCREAMS)

BAKER: Look at them.
Mongrels, subhumans.

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

SONNY: 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.

SONNY: I gotta tell you,

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

STAN: 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.

(CHUCKLES)

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 I
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.

(SIGHS)

SONNY:
...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.
I 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.

STAN: Hell of a way to start
a redevelopment project.

RICO: 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.

DWAYNE: Yeah.

(DWAYNE WHOOPING)

Go for it, brother!

Ah, you ain't seen
nothing yet.

SONNY: Rogers.
Sir.

DWAYNE: 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.

(GROANS)
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.

BAKER: 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.

SONNY: Poor little fascist.
Nobody understands him.

BAKER: 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.

BAKER: 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.

HELEN: But whose, Mr. Baker?

Come on, Baker,
hang yourself.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

HELEN: Come in.

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

BAKER: 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?

(SIGHS)

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?

DUEY: Every day
the other side is growing

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

Are we gonna let them?

CROWD: 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!

(CROWD CLAMORING)

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!

(CROWD ROARING)

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.

(BEEPING)

I hear you out there.

(MAN SHOUTING)

(BANGING ON DOOR)

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

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

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.

BAKER: 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?
At 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?

(GROANS)

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.

(CLEARS THROAT)

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.

(CLEARS THROAT)

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.

BAKER: 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!

(EXCLAIMS)

Rico, get her!

No!

Let me kill him!

(HELEN SCREAMING)

Let me do it!

You all right?

Yes.

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

Okay, let's get back...

RICO: Thank you, thank you.
COP: 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!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Freeze!

(WOMAN CRYING)

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.

(MISGUIDED ANGEL PLAYING)