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You stay here. I will be right back.

Lindsay.

Tommy.

Tommy, time for dinner.

Okay.

I want the chick.

You had the chick last time, man.

You stuck me with the kids.

Where are the kids?

They're coming.

I'll get it, Rosa.

Who are we to them?

- Who's there? - Flowers from Kay-Den.

Lindsay, Tommy, supper's ready now.

Who else is in the house?

No one.

Shut up and get on the floor.

Get on the floor.

You like the flowers, baby?

I said, do you like the flowers, baby?

The money, man. Tell us where the money is!

Come on, where's your jewels?

We want the jewels!

Well.

Quiet night in the monastery, buckaroo?

Thanks for the party, guys. Let's work on the timing.

What is so important...

at 3:00 in the morning?

Maybe we should call Tubbs.

Oh, yeah, absolutely. He must feel left out.

Tucked away in a quiet corner in Manhattan, sipping champagne with Valerie.

You can't knock a guy for knowing when to take a leave of absence.

Deputy Chief wants all available detectives...

on the home invaders investigation immediately.

As of tomorrow, the four of us will be working Robbery...

and I want you two to be up-to-date.

As soon as you're done with the Hernandez case, you're coming aboard.

What's this?

Notes on a home they just hit in Palm Island.

- What's the M.O.? - It varies.

The homes have been occupied.

Been brutalising the families.

Last night they put a woman in the hospital...

with electrical burns.

It. Malone will be holding a briefing at 6:00 a.m.

I understand you know him.

Yeah, I do.

I came up under him.

Taught me everything I know about robbery.

He's a terrific guy. Good cop.

Well, he's after some bad people.

Let's help him get them.

I don't lie.

Hey, Charlie. How you doing, pal?

The circus must be in town.

Ebersole, just because you work Homicide doesn't mean...

you have to dress like a corpse. Look at this guy.

Must be rough in Vice, man. Cars, clothing.

You ain't exactly starving. You're fat. What is it with you?

Lighten up or you'll need your own zip code.

I hear we're gonna lose some weight on this one.

The press is coming down really hard.

I wouldn't worry about it. You've got the brightest and the best.

- Where have I heard that before? - John, you rascal. How're you doing?

Still got enough left in me to run you around the block.

Lieutenant, I want you to meet my boss. It. Martin Castillo.

- It. John Malone. - Good to meet you, Lieutenant.

- Done much robbery work? - No.

We can use the help just the same.

What is it with you guys? You can't take the pressure here?

I heard you were getting soft, needed some real work.

You hear that, Ebersole?

- Good to see you, Sonny. - Good seeing you, buddy.

- We'll talk later. - Okay.

All right, let's get this drill started.

All right.

Now, here's the long and the short.

We've been host to six home invasions in the past eight weeks...

involving just under $2 million in stolen property...

leaving five unarmed citizens hospitalised.

Location and sequence of the scores are on the map here.

Now, we're all here because we cannot let this situation continue.

Sgt. Heraty will be coordinating your reports...

and ramrodding the operation.

This pamphlet summarises everything we know as of this moment.

We're dealing with a crew three- to five-handed, and they're packed.

Shotguns, automatic weapons and other implements.

One victim described what appears to be a cattle prod.

Got any descriptions or composites?

- Stockings and hockey masks. - What about vehicles?

They're stealing commercial vehicles which they then paint...

and use for a delivery ruse.

- We haven't seen a work car. - What kind of scores they putting down?

Cash, jewels, couple of coin collections.

Similar to some recent scores in Chicago and New York.

There's a little on that, from the FBI, in the pamphlet.

So you think these are out-of-towners?

Could go either way.

Have you been calling your local burglars when the scores are reported?

For what?

Well, if they're home in bed, then they couldn't have robbed the house.

Usually, Martin, we don't tuck in our local suspects.

That's the kind of information a robbery unit should have.

There's next to nothing in this. Not even an M.O. sheet.

As I understand, the method is everything to home invaders.

They work on a clock.

Yet there's...

not a word in this pamphlet...

as to how long they're in the house.

Where's he speaking next week?

With all due respect, Lieutenant, you came on pretty strong in there.

Detective, I've seen more information on a dog-bite report.

How did it go?

Shaky.

I don't know. It's a crapshoot.

Why?

Well, I don't like the layout.

It's too far from the highway, private security patrols.

It doesn't look as good as I was hoping.

Yeah, but for this one, maybe we take a little extra draw.

There's maybe $200,000 in there. Our end.

Can we prowl it?

I counted three different alarms going up the pole.

Plus, you've got to figure people like this...

they have panic buttons under their pillows.

Come on, there's got to be a way. We put too much time in this already.

We go in, like, heavy...

and baboom, and knock them down, and we'll I am in three minutes time.

$200,000, man.

Forget it. We got no way to monitor their radio.

So what about the patrols? We got a ram car.

We can't prowl it with all the juice going in the house.

- We've got to pass it. - I agree.

There's other scores out there which won't draw near the heat.

Pass it? What, are you guys getting a little soft in the head?

I ain't taking no draws. I don't have to.

You may not remember, there ain't too much social life in stir.

I ain't going back, man. $50,000, my end or no $50,000.

We're passing.

Like Nicky says, this town's loaded with marks.

Animals.

What they did to our children...

My son may never be able to use his hand again.

Mrs. Taylor, to catch these men...

we need your help.

I'm sorry, gentlemen.

Was there anything even slightly familiar to you...

about any of these men?

Nothing.

Their walk? Speech?

Build?

No, nothing at all.

Any accents that were recognisable?

No.

In the last four or five days...

did anything unusual happen around the house?

Hang-up phone calls? Solicitors? Vendors?

Any jewellery appraised recently?

No, nothing.

Did they ever call one another by name in your presence?

No.

What was the first thing they said to you when they walked in the house?

Try to remember.

I think it was:

"Is there anyone else in the house?"

The kids were screaming and crying...

so I couldn't hear everything that was said.

And then this man...

started to burn me with a cigarette.

I promise you...

we'll do everything we can for you.

Mrs. Taylor...

as soon as you feel up to it, I'd like you to look at this questionnaire.

Simple questions about your daily routine.

We will come back for it.

It's important to us.

I can't believe this has happened to us.

My son.

Don't let it happen again.

Please, please, catch them.

Excuse me, please. Can I help you?

- Yeah. We'd like to see Benny. - Benny ain't here.

Find him, please. We'll wait.

Find him? What do I look like, a tour guide?

Just find him. We'll talk about what you look like later.

- Benjamin. - What do you want?

Benny, how are you, baby?

- Good to see you again. - I got nothing to say to you.

I think you do.

There's a lot of action around. Lot of jewellery going down.

So that's what it is.

You forgot when I squared my beef with you?

- You ain't squared nothing. - You don't remember?

I do. Take your shoes for a walk, take your friend with you and get out.

- I'm It. Castillo. - I don't care if you're Chief of Police.

I run a legitimate business, and if you got something on me, arrest me.

But if you don't, get out.

Let me tell you about your business.

There's a crew in the city hurting family and children.

They're scoring the kind of merchandise you move.

I find out that you even breathe the same air as these people...

I'm shaking.

Don't point.

Hey, Angel.

- What do you want? - Get rid of these guys.

Come on, let's go.

Up in the air, Angel.

Primitive, but effective.

The guys you're looking for are a lot more dangerous than you two...

so I got nothing to say. You know what I mean?

They're dangerous!

Ladies...

if you hear of any young hookers...

being beaten up by their tricks tonight, I want you to let me know right away.

- Will do. - All right.

Cheque, please.

I just talked to a detective in Chicago.

He said there was a rash of batteries...

on young prostitutes during the home invasions.

It's a long shot, but...

he's gonna send me the paperwork.

Great, at least we'll have something new to talk about at Robbery.

You can tell them.

Aren't you going to the meeting?

No, I'm gonna go back to the office...

and review some of the case reports.

Well, Malone is expecting you. What should I tell him?

Anything you want.

You take the old lady.

Wake up.

Shut up!

- Who else is in the house? - No one.

- You wanna die? - Give them what they want!

I ain't giving these bums nothing!

Step out of the car.

Hey, buddy boy.

Make sure you vacuum around that bed.

Get some blood samples off the carpet.

How'd it go down?

Elderly couple. Got them out of bed.

They were after jewellery, some gold coins the old guy collected.

75 years old, and he tries to fight them.

How is he?

He's at the hospital. Shot twice.

What's the story on the cop outside?

If he had heard the shots, he would've called for help.

My guess is he came up on the outside guy.

He just let him have it point-blank in the heart.

Where's the wife?

She's in the next room. Sgt. Heraty's talking to her now.

Do we know how they got in?

Back door.

Pulled the lock.

Missus was taped, rubbed the gag off, kicked the phone off the table.

How long after they left?

Five minutes.

She hear the shots from outside?

Sgt. Heraty's handling the street scene. Why don't you ask him?

Why didn't you seal off the area?

Because they were long gone by the time we got here...

and I didn't feel it appropriate to call in 20 squad cars after the fact.

And, frankly, Lieutenant...

I don't have to explain my decisions.

Even if you wanted to, I don't think you could.

I learned a long time ago, guys that come down heavy...

don't make good mechanics.

This is a different crew.

And your lieutenant is out of line.

I know you're under a lot of pressure, John...

- but I've got to tell you, pal... - Sonny...

don't patronise me.

I was handling cases like this when Castillo...

was still busting kids for nickel bags.

- His attitude, I don't need. - Now, wait a minute.

Castillo may not have the warmest disposition in the world...

but he's one hell of an investigator.

There's two ways you beat these guys:

Informants or wiretaps. End of story.

I got to tell you, John, as a friend...

he's got a legitimate beef.

Your crime reports are paper-thin, pal.

Forensics has got their heads where they don't see daylight.

This isn't the John Malone I used to know.

This guy may look a little rusty on the surface...

but underneath he's a hell of a detective.

This investigation's in real trouble, Sonny.

Lieutenant, I know this guy.

He'll come through.

Let's get going.

You always pick the nicest places to meet.

A trick bounced her around pretty bad.

Did she say how long ago it happened?

I'll let her tell you.

What are you gonna do for us?

Me and Sha Sha, we don't do something for nothing.

We're businesswomen.

We ain't dumb.

Show us how smart you are and tell them what happened.

Sha Sha and me, we're from Detroit.

I moved in with her after my father started drinking.

Just tell us what happened when you got beat up.

Slow down, stud. I'm getting to that.

Talk about a fast trick.

Honey, I ain't your trick.

Another tough guy.

You wanna beat me up, too?

You can talk to us here or talk to us downtown.

Okay.

I meet this guy and he wants to have a party, so he takes me to a hotel.

What time did you meet him?

- I don't know. - 4:00 or 5:00 this afternoon.

We go to his room, and when we get through, he doesn't let me leave.

Did he check in, or did he go straight to the room?

- I saw him check in. - Did he have any bags?

No.

Did he tell you anything that he did or where he stayed?

He didn't want a conversation.

Can you blame him?

How much time would you spend talking?

What did he look like?

He was real cute.

He looked like he had a lot of money, too.

If I had to guess, I'd say he was a Gemini.

Yeah, okay. Thank you.

Get a description.

Then get the lab over to the motel.

Maybe they can match a specimen.

I thought you did better work in your own office.

I came back to cross-check these.

I noticed in this first knock...

Christiansen.

They used handcuffs.

Did you ever do any good trying to run them down?

Japanese manufacturer, sold to a huge wholesaler in Chicago.

Not enough time to chase down all the retailers and mail order yet.

Here's a report I asked for from Chicago.

According to the Evidence Recovered section...

handcuffs were used on all the victims.

Apparently, the same brand.

It's handcuffs or tape in every score in Miami.

Commercial vehicles stolen in every case.

Victims tortured...

handcuffed and taped.

First words:

"Who's in the house?"

Set aside all the Miami questionnaire reports.

Did the D'Arcos belong to any social clubs?

Did you get the lab report on Feld?

Feld lock was pulled.

How's Feld doing?

Holding on.

Social clubs. No.

Look at Weinstein.

They have a gardener?

Yes. Landscaping Specialties.

- How about Taylor? - Taylor.

Yes. Showcase Services.

Back to Weinstein.

Did she have groceries delivered?

No. Pizza, once in a while.

Where does she have her hair done?

Hair Emporium.

Go to Golden.

I have Golden.

Here.

- Pizza, groceries, landscape? - Landscape.

Sunset Landscape.

Go to Christiansen.

- What do you want? - Hair.

Hair Emporium.

Where does D'Arco get her hair done?

- Hair Emporium. - Hair on Shapiro.

She trades off.

Glorious Waves, Hair Emporium.

One more. Hair on Foreman.

Hair Emporium.

Beauty shops.

That's where it all starts.

Beautiful.

How's my favourite hot little number?

Wonderful, but we're starting to look so ratty. I need a trim.

Not to worry. We'll have it looking fabulous in no time.

Natalie. First, shampoos for both of you.

Steve, slap some No. 5 on this mutt and throw it in the sink.

Drown it if it bites you.

Well, I'm ready for something new. I've just let it go for a couple of years.

Same old thing. But now I'm ready for some excitement, some adventure.

Fabulous. We can start with a new cut.

Sort of punk, but sophisticated.

The Mercedes, right over there.

You look good.

- What? - Your new do.

- You think so? - I dig short hair myself.

Your husband's gonna get a kick out of his lady.

When, in between board meetings?

I know that guy, too.

He had a neat tattoo.

It stretched out.

Yeah, I know that guy.

I know that guy.

And that guy.

And that guy.

This is so boring.

Look, Lana.

The purpose of this exercise is for you to find the one guy...

who beat you up most recently, okay?

So, please, take another look.

This guy.

That's the guy?

Owes me $20.

Eddie O'Donnell.

- Make a note of that, Sha Sha. - What's the matter with you?

You think we're just playing here or something?

You lost, sweetheart?

- Come to Papa. - Where's Castillo?

Meeting. He's volunteering for another week in Robbery.

Well, come on. I may have something.

Sorry to bother you, Lieutenant, but...

I have a feeling about the guy who parks those cars at Hair Emporium.

I'd like to have those two hookers get a look at him.

Did you check out the employees?

I called the beautician's licence bureau, ran all the names through Records.

Clean. The owner, too.

Take the two girls down to the parking lot right away.

Take Switek and Zito for surveillance. Keep me posted.

All we want you to do is take a look and just tell us if it's the same guy.

Well, if you really want me to identify him...

why don't you get us a room?

Look, just tell us if it's him, all right?

Is this one-way glass?

There.

The guy in the white shirt.

He's too far away.

Here. Look through these.

You won't hurt him, will you?

Malone.

I got him here right now.

Good work, Gina.

Your gals fingered the parking lot attendant.

Nailed you to it, sucker.

What a guy. Not only parks your car, makes a copy of the keys while you wait.

Stay with him. I'll handle the woman.

- No sign of any tail. - We can't wait any longer. Let's go.

Miami Vice. Pull over, please.

Police officers. Please step out of the car.

Please, somebody help me. My ex-husband is having me murdered.

Easy, lady. Relax. We're detectives.

We have reason to believe that you may be the victim of a robbery tonight.

- We need your help. - A robbery?

Take everything, but, please, whatever you do, don't rape me.

Lady, please. Step out of the car. We have to ask you some questions.

- What's your name? - My name?

How do you know I'll be robbed if you don't know my name?

Your name, lady. Your name.

Mrs. Abraham Goldman.

But if you're really detectives...

you can call me Muriel.

Show's on. They're rolling.

It's a hot-rod Camaro and a black Lincoln. Let's go.

We got them.

Stay nice and loose on them now.

All units, we're moving. East on Flager Street...

about 30 miles an hour.

It's the Camaro, trailed by three men in a Lincoln.

Florida plates.

Don't turn.

Pull over and let me out.

Hello. This is Sgt. Heraty.

They have switched into an I.M.D. van and are heading south.

I am no longer maintaining eye contact on the subject. I have lost him.

I repeat, I have lost eye contact. I have lost the subject.

They have switched info an I.M.D. van and are heading south.

Anybody got them yet?

Anybody got them yet? Anybody seen them? We lost them.

Can somebody come in?

- Hello. - Sonny, it's Gina. They lost them.

They switched to an R.G.A. van and lost them in traffic.

Terrific.

How long ago?

Ten, fifteen minutes. Heading towards the beach.

I'll send them to back you up.

No. Too risky.

Tell them to cover the garage.

They lost them.

We'll find them when they ring our doorbell.

They should've been here by now.

Unless they already came here and saw something they didn't like.

Gina, put Mrs. Goldman on the phone.

Mrs. Goldman, this is Det. Crockett.

What lights do you normally leave on at night?

- Why? - Just answer the question.

The living room. The bathroom, generally.

- The bedroom, naturally. I like to watch... - Where do you park your car?

- What car? - Your Corvette.

You mean my daughter's car.

I wouldn't own a car that colour.

Where does your daughter live?

Where she shouldn't. In that barn of a house.

I've been trying to talk her into moving...

- Lady, the address. The address. - 18 Bel Drive.

Such a rude young man.

It's going down right now. 18 Bel Drive. Move it!

Freeze.

Out.

One word out of you, and I'll just get in and drive away, sweetheart.

Better yet, good night.

Where the hell's the backup?

You know what he's gonna do to her if you're lying?

Wait or go?

No choice.

Look at her. Close your eyes and she's dead, man. Don't blink.

You know what he'll do to her if you're lying?

Those jewels better be where you said.

Are they up there, man?

Nicky, what the hell's going on?

Jerry?

What's going on, man?

Nicky?

You really shouldn't have.

It's the least I can do. It isn't often that I'm invited to dinner...

with five exciting police detectives.

It's been at least a week.

My!

I haven't had this much fun since I watched my ex-husband...

file for Chapter 13.

I don't want to seem greedy...

but weren't we supposed to be joined by two more men?

I'll call them. Got a quarter?

How can you be thinking about other men?

He's not in your league, honey. Don't break his heart.

- That's about $20 now, right? - About $9.50.

To me.

Well, where've you been? We were waiting...

We were waiting to start.

I had to make a stop. Here, this is for you.

- What's this? - Open it up.

Consider it a graduation gift from your former teacher.

What's this all about?

I figure you might want to go fishing someday.

I hear it's fashionable to go out in a boat...

with a retired lieutenant from Robbery.

I turned in my badge yesterday, Sonny.

You're kidding.

Come on, John.

You've forgotten more than 10 cops in this town ever knew.

This was one case.

One sloppy case. That's more than I want on my record.

Sonny, you let me show you when it was time...

to take your gun out of your holster.

Now let me show you when it's time to put it on the shelf.

You knew about this?

Yeah.

The Deputy Chief called me this afternoon.

He's a little worried about trying to fill the shoes. Rightly so.

Depends. Maybe they can talk somebody into switching departments.

I told them I couldn't think of anybody with a comparable track record.

Amen.

Good luck, pal.

Thanks.

Now, come on. Let's go teach this gal how to party.