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It's my life, I live it my way,
and I don't need anything from you.

I don't want your favours,
your money, doors open.

Don't tell me who to go out with...

and I especially don't like
being whistled up here like some puppy.

Did you send applications
to the law schools that I told you to?

- My attorneys...
- I decided to take English Lit.

English Lit.?

How will you make money with English Lit.?
What's wrong with you?

- How's your mother?
- My mother?

You want to know about my mother,
why don't you call her up and ask her?

- How's that Vette running?
- What Vette?

What do you mean, "What Vette?"

You mean that thing you bought me.

Listen, Sal...

not for nothing,
but why are you doing these things to me?

- I've loved you since the day you were born.
- Right.

Mr. Tubbs, you guys ready?

Let's go.

Easy, my friend,
and you'll reach social security. Miami Vice.

I think it's time to leave, Robin.

How do you like my picture?

- You're Albert Lombard?
- Yeah, what do you want?

I have a subpoena here for you
to appear before the grand jury.

Fifteenth of this month,
10:00 a.m., Room 329.

Dade County Municipal Building.
You accept it?

Yeah. Here, look, I accept it, okay?
I got it. I accept it.

What else do you want?

I want
to congratulate you.

You've been granted immunity
from all prosecution.

All you have to do is answer
all our questions about Mr. Librizzi.

Since you can't be prosecuted,
you can't incriminate yourself.

Since you can't incriminate yourself,
you can't claim the Fifth.

Mr. Lombard, you're going to do
some talking...

or you're going to do five years
on all these contempt citations.

And you talk about my lifestyle?

Librizzi thinks
you'll blow the whistle on him.

Is he nuts or something?
I never beefed on anybody in my life.

You don't have to convince me.
I've been with you from way back.

- You always been a standup guy.
- I don't have to convince him.

Who is he that I have to convince him?
He ought to know better.

If he doesn't know better,
why haven't you told him?

I have! What do you think I've been doing?

I think when brains were being passed out,
he was out to lunch.

It would be a whole different ball game
if his old man was alive.

Forget about his old man.
It's in the past. He's dead now.

He should have never left his kid in charge.

Other families have.
How about the Bonanno family?

Yeah, great, look what happened to them.

Look, the kid's new, you know?

He needs reassurance,
and I'll take care of it.

Everything's going to be fine.
Don't worry about nothing.

That's good, Charlie...

because if he thinks I'm going to
beef on him and he questions my honour...

it's going to become his problem,
do you understand?

I'll take care of everything.
Haven't I always taken care of you?

Leave it to me.

Good. Now get something to eat.

He's in a no-win position
with the immunity deal.

If he testifies, he's chopped meat.

If he doesn't, we put him away
on contempt of court citations.

Either way, he's stuck.

- I prefer the chopped meat scenario.
- I don't.

Glen's on Line 4, Sonny.

- Tell him I'll call back, Lar.
- Switek, Zito, I need you watching Lombard.

Has the press been notified?

D.A"s office is handling it.
Stay away from them, please.

Lombard's got such visibility,
they'll be like vultures on this story.

Too much visibility.

We want Lombard's testimony on Librizzi,
not his dead body in a dead end.

Keep him alive.

Listen, this guy's not going to rat you out.

It's not in his character.
He's not made that way.

Come on.

Anybody who's facing a 5-year rap
for contempt, anything's in their character.

He's not going to rot in the joint.
Who's going to put gas in his boat?

Maybe he'll figure out a way
to beat that trap.

Yeah? How?

Come on, don't be stupid.
This dude's jealous. Can't you see that?

Jealous people are always dangerous.

It's hard for him to accept you as his boss.
Him and your father, they were close.

Come on. My father's dead.

And he thinks he's too smart to take orders
from a dummy like me, right?

My stomach.

This business of ours,
it'll make you an old man before your time.

Makes you rich pretty fast, too.

Listen, you think you can handle
Lombard's action?

Good.

What are you looking at?
Never see a guy eat a dog before?

- You're a machine.
- What?

Your nose is the hood.
Your eyes are the headlights.

Your mouth is the gas tank,
and that dog is your fuel.

- I'm trying to cut down on my cholesterol.
- Showtime.

- Do you know the babe?
- Yeah.

I caught her with an old guy
in a motel once.

He was parading around the room
with her on his back, naked.

No kidding.

All right, let's go.

He's getting ready to leave the boat.
Let's tail him.

I'm telling you, Stan,
they're not going to let us in.

It's not how you look.
It's how you project yourself.

- We'd like a table for two.
- I'm sorry. You're not properly dressed.

What about that clown?
He's wearing shorts.

They're designer shorts.

Listen, if they want to make a deal with me...

they're going to have to find me some place
where I can bring my boat...

my chef, my girl, everything, right?

Hello, in the flowers...

if you want to make a deal with me,
you send me some place I can bring my boat.

They got a little guy under the table
taking notes.

I ate too much. Listen, thanks for the lunch.

And don't forget, I'll see you guys
on the golf course Saturday.

Miami Vice! Freeze. Drop your weapons!

- Drop your weapons!
- Drop it!

- Got me, Stan?
- Got it.

Call an ambulance.

Wait a minute.
Let me get this straight.

This is Librizzi's warehouse
and somebody torched it?

All right, make sure
you put that in your report.

- Librizzi's going to go berserk, man.
- Good.

That's exactly what this city needs,
is another war.

Librizzi gets hit,
the man's going to hit back.

By the way,
Lombard just got out of surgery.

He's going to be all right.

He was wearing a bulletproof vest.

Took a couple of double-ought bucks
in the shoulder.

It's like Rod Stewart says,
"Some guys have all the luck."

- How's he going to earn a living now?
- He can get a job like the rest of us.

Yeah. Right.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the names of the greyhounds...

and their weights for tonight's 11th race:
In Purse 1, Seed Money, 60.

Two, That's Magic, 66.

In Purse 3, M.L. Chase, 60, one-half.

This town's got no class.

Couldn't even shine the Big Apple's shoes.

So where you going to go next, Augie?

I could get a job anywhere...

Reno, Vegas, Atlantic City. I'm not worried.

Why did Librizzi put a hit on your boss?

The guy must have brain damage
or something.

I remember when we used to slap
a guy like that in the head...

throw him a beating,
send him home crying to his mother.

Now he's a big shot. I don't understand it!

World's going to the dogs.

- Augie, sweetheart. How are you?
- You guys can't be... I'm clean.

Relax. Nobody's taking you anywhere.

And I ain't saying nothing.

Augie, how many times
we caught you dirty?

- Six.
- Six?

- Seven?
- Seven?

- Eight, maybe?
- Maybe.

- You been to jail yet?
- No.

- So?
- So what?

- So what's the word?
- Come on. Who you kidding?

You know, Librizzi's top dog.
Lombard's on his way out.

Pay attention here. What is it with you?

- I can hear that on the 6:00 news.
- All right.

And on the backstretch...

If Lombard was smart,
he'd be out of the country right now.

You've known Lombard a long time?

I've known him since I was 17.

Look, I don't know what's going down,
but I do know he's a standup guy.

Everybody's running away from him
like he's got the plague.

All right, you listen...

you hear anything going down,
you call, you hear?

Otherwise, you'll be on the inside
looking out.

When you were shot,
who was in the hospital holding your hand?

- I know, but you...
- I was your damned errand boy.

Whatever you want, I got it for you.

Al, you don't understand...

I needed a favour, and you're not there.

Go on, get out of here. Get out!
Take that thing with you.

- A regular altar boy convention.
- What do you want?

- Hi, Al
- We're not here to give anyone a hard time.

We just came to tell you that we know
your boys are pulling a Houdini act on you.

Your organization's falling apart.

And you're out there
all alone, my man.

You need our help.

- I need you?
- Yeah.

I pay guys 10 times what you make
to protect me.

Get a refund.

We want to put you
under protective custody.

- Forget about it.
- We're all you got.

I never ran from anybody
or hid from anything in my life.

Beside, protective custody's a jail cell
by another name.

In protective custody,
you walk, talk, and breathe.

On the street, you're dog meat.

Personally, I don't care
whether you live or die.

My job is to keep you alive.

- Your choice.
- That's right. It is my choice.

And I choose not to deal with you two.

Al, what are you doing?
You're supposed to be in bed.

-Al..
- Get the car.

Go get the car, will you? We got business.

Listen, pal, you're going to have to dig
a little bit deeper.

Hold on.

Where do we stand?

Lombard refused protective custody.

Doesn't surprise me.

Man's got two options: One,
his people can get him out of the country.

Two, he toughs it out here against Librizzi.

Both are dependent upon him
holding his organization together.

According to the street, it's a tossup.

We want him alone and vulnerable,
then he needs us.

- Could fail either way.
- Be there if it does.

- Where we going?
- Shut up.

- Where we going?
- Shut up, I said!

I want to know who set me up.

I want to know who set me up.

Why don't you try asking him?

I'm going to make an example out of you
and your friend Librizzi, the old way.

You're history.

Shoot him.

Al, you don't think
I had anything to do with this?

He gave me his word.

If I did, Charlie, you'd be going with him.

- Now I want you to set up Librizzi.
- I'll take care of it.

- Don't worry about it.
- I know you will.

- Yeah.
- It's all taken care of.

Good. Now I can enjoy my supper.

Not so good.
It didn't go the way it was supposed to.

You okay?

Yeah, but I think you should
get out of town for a while.

I understand.
Hardworking guy like me can use a vacation.

Yeah, make it soon.

I'll get your papers and meet you
where you're building the bridge.

All right. I need about a half an hour.

You got it.

Yeah.

What is it?

We're on it.

Lombard's going to boogie.

I wonder where he's going
in such a hurry?

Late movie?

You never bring more than
one suitcase to the theatre.

Really?

Charlie, paisan!

You don't know how glad I am to have you
taking care of everything for me.

Are all my papers in order?

It's all new, Al.

Nobody moves!

Miami Vice! Down on your face!

Just doing my job.

We've got to find
a safe house for Lombard.

What about the county lockup?

That's the first place
Librizzi's people will look.

Okay. Bring him in.

I'll get back to you guys
in a couple hours.

Zito, Switek, take the roof.
Gina, Trudy, take seven.

- It's not the Grand Bay.
- Maybe you'd prefer the YMCA.

- You hungry?
- Yeah, I am hungry.

- How about you? You hungry?
- Yeah.

Crockett, you hungry?

I'm going to cook.

- Hey, Tubbs?
- Yeah.

Go to the store.
Get some vermicelli...

some Parmesan, some garlic, and parsley.
Don't forget the parsley, all right?

- The usual.
- Yeah.

And make sure you get enough
for everybody outside.

- Big sport?
- I just hate cheap guys.

Don't worry about it. It's on the county.

You're going to love this vermicelli.

Man, I'm stuffed.

What is it with you Italians?
You always make a ton of food.

In Italy, the people walk around with
fresh garlic wrapped around their necks...

to ward off the werewolves.

You want me to walk around with
a jar around my neck?

When I send you out for fresh garlic,
I mean fresh garlic, all right?

I try to tell the same thing to my son.
He doesn't want to listen, he's too educated.

Typical immigrant story.

No, I can't kick.

When my father came to this country
from lltaly...

he didn't have two cents to rub together.

Worked 15 hours a day as a gardener
to support his family.

Never complained.

Wanted me to be a doctor.

Can you imagine me operating
on your two skulls?

Forget about it, right?

At 21, I was making 50 times more than
my father, running numbers.

Who says crime doesn't pay?

It evens out. You pay a price.

I got a stable full of boats, broads, cars.

And I like all that stuff.

But you do pay a price.

You got a kid in college?

That's the price.

Close to your boy?

We never really clicked.

I used to tell him I was a stockbroker.

I'd leave the house with
The Wall Street Journal under my shoulder.

He could never figure out
why he couldn't call me at work.

That's the price.

How about some poker?

Sure, why not?
A little five-card, seven-card stud.

- How about you?
- I don't gamble.

Oh, my!

Gin.

Didn't you work for Lansky?

Yeah. He was my teacher.

I worked for all of those guys
at one time or another.

Tozzi brothers, Mambrino, even old Vito.

- Which one did you like the best?
- Mambrino was my favourite.

The man was a master.

He was like those characters you see
on Wall Street.

When he spoke, everybody listened.

Never had to raise his voice.

He was always number one.

He had a great trick he used to do...

to the suckers
that used to come into his casino.

He would make hot, sizzling Turkish coffee.

Before you knew it, the sucker was broke
and he never even finished his coffee.

- Worked for years.
- Hit me.

What is it with you?

I think this guy cheats.

That's scary, man.

- What?
- M.P.B.

- What the hell is that?
- "Male Pattern Baldness."

You'll have to start taking female hormone
shots to get rid of that stuff.

- I got to lose this gut.
- Stop eating.

Listen, I'm a little stiff. Can't we go outside
for a walk or something?

Okay. We'll take him out in the courtyard.

When this is over, I'm going to invite
you guys on the yacht for a weekend.

What a guy.

- Where's Lombard?
- Inside!

Oh, man!

Damn it!

Thank you.

He never showed up at Librizzi's villa.

Maybe he's out somewhere
gathering his forces.

What forces?

Where the hell could he be?

So now I'm supposed to be grateful
that after 21 years...

my father has decided
to include me in his life?

I'm not asking you to be grateful.

I came here to tell you that I'm sorry
and it's time to get things in order.

All you ever did was shut me out
and send me away.

My feelings didn't count.
After a while, I didn't count.

I was always alone.

You never even kept in touch to let me know
whether you were alive or dead.

- You never even tried.
- That's not true.

Sal, in my own way I was trying.

Yeah, trying to buy me.

I never wanted you to know
what I really did.

I always knew what you did!
From when I was six, I knew what you did!

I promise you, Sal,
you're always in my heart.

- If there's anything I can do to make it up...
- Yeah, there is.

I want you to testify.

It's not easy, Sal.

This guy Librizzi's not like you.
Him and all his group are not like you.

They're into venture capital...

laundering money, money markets,
certificates of deposit.

They have no sense of values.
They don't care! There's no loyalty!

So what do you owe them?

Nothing.

You want to do something for me?

Stick around and be my father...

'cause I love you, Dad...

from the day I was born.

What are you doing?

Getting my life in order for when I disappear
into your federal witness program.

- Don't forget to leave the yacht to me.
- No, that goes to my son.

If you guys get me to the courthouse safe...

maybe I'll leave you a few boxes of cigars.
I don't know yet.

What a guy.

I'm wondering what to leave Augie.

Should leave him on his own for once.

Or leave him something
that he won't lose at the track.

I'll leave him the Caddy.

That's about it.

Everything is in order. Debts, bills, my will.

I feel a lot better.

- You a little nervous about tomorrow?
- No.

I'm going to nail him,
and I'm going to enjoy it.

Just be clear and specific in your testimony.

You don't have to brief me.
I know what to say.

I'll take the street against the Ivy League
any day of the week, any odds.

The street's the best education you can get.

If you survive it.

I'm beginning to feel like a casualty.

One more night,
your baby-sitting duties are over.

See you.

Augie, it's good seeing you again.

You too, doll.

- So, Augie, where to next?
- I don't know. Atlantic City.

Listen, when I go away,
you get the Caddy, right?

You mean I got to wait that long?

And if you're real good, the Mercedes.

You still get the cigars.

You know, you and I aren't that different.

Wrong.

I don't murder people.

What are you talking about?

I haven't forgotten about
what you did to Barbara Carrow, pal.

- Who?
- The mother?

Five slugs in the back of the head,
remember?

Listen, you may not believe this,
but that wasn't my idea.

It was bad for business,
it caused a lot of heat.

Tell it to her children.

Done a lot of bad things, Crockett.

A lot of bad things.

I told the press we'd be there at 9:45.
Let's get there a half hour early.

- We're going in the backdoor, right?
- Right.

- What about the route?
- It's been changed. Just follow us.

The more we keep moving,
the better.

Let's roll.

Make sure you take care of Elvis.

Tubbs, grab that back line. Pull it on.

Drop the cases!

Police!

Up against the wall!

Spread them!

- Spread them!
- Move out.

Safe.

Sorry. Any damage, send us the bill.

All rise.

Judge Haber presiding.

Be seated.

Albert Lombard.

Do you solemnly swear
to tell the truth...

the whole truth, nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

- I do.
- Be seated.

- State your name, please.
- Albert Lombard.

- What kind of work do you do?
- I'm a businessman.

What kind of business?

I own a few nightclubs,
a couple other things.

What other things?

Construction company, trucking company.

Do you know
a man named Fredrico Librizzi?

I refuse to answer that question...

on the grounds that my answer
might tend to incriminate me.

Let me repeat the question, Mr. Lombard.
Do you know Fredrico Librizzi?

I refuse to answer that question...

on the grounds that my answer
might tend to incriminate me.

Mr. Lombard, under the immunity
agreement you can be cited for contempt...

unless you answer the question now.

Do you know Fredrico Librizzi?

I refuse to answer that question...

on the grounds that my answer
might tend to incriminate me.

Three times they tried to put you
in a coffin, and you let them off the hook.

Are you crazy or something?

Listen, it's not their code I have to live with.
It's mine.

I didn't rat Librizzi out because
I don't rat out on anybody. You got it?

That's my code, and for better or for worse...

that's how I've been,
and that's how I'll go out.

You know what you're doing, don't you?

Okay, pal.

But if I ever catch you dirty, you're mine.

Of course.

It's our business. It's nothing personal.

Boy, I hate waiting around for bondsmen,
don't you?

Oh, man.