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[rock music]

COTTON: This is a good deal
for your club here, Donnie.

What are you, nuts?

Trying to get my girls to join a
union, I oughta bust your face.

What's your angle, Cotton?

I'll be shop steward--
that's the beauty of it.

Your people, my people, go
together like bacon and eggs,

always have.

Think of the pension funds, not
to mention the fringe benefits.

No girl on the Gulf Coast can
drop her top without a card.

We'll have control
of every strip

joint, every topless club--

Shut up.

No union, no way.

[patrons cheering]

I'm all hot and sweaty.

Words paint pictures, Christy.

You talk cheap, you seem cheap.

Ladies speak delicately
with pearls of dew.

Follow me?

You're incredible.

You're incredible.

Cotton'll take you home
after your next bit.

Want you to get some rest--

got finals tomorrow.

Mr. Torino wants a word.

He wants you.

Add this.

You tell him to
shove this up--

forget it.

I'll do this myself.

TOE TAG: How you doing, Donuts?

You looking--

Don't ever call me that.

You get out of my club, Tony.

I'm not gonna tell
you twice-- get out.

That's twice, am I right?

You just said you weren't
gonna tell me twice.

That's twice.

Your word means squat, you
mean squat, so don't bore

me with this tough guy stuff.
- Don't touch.

He's sick.

[dog growls]

Oh, that's too bad.

I moved to Miami for my health.

I'm looking to expand
my business horizons.

I'm looking for a partner.

We being all pals, I thought
you'd be that partner,

but you said no.

I'm asking you again--
be my partner, Donuts.

For your health.

Don't push me Tony.

People get hurt.

What are you gonna
do, sit on them?

Think about it.

We can make money together,
or you go broke alone.

Your choice.

[theme music playing]

[gunfire booming]

[woman vocalizing]

[gunfire booming]

[woman vocalizing]

[GUNFIRE BOOMING, WOMAN
VOCALIZING]

[gunfire booming]

[woman vocalizing]

[blade clicks]

[faint traffic droning]

Joining the union will be
great for all of us, Christy.

They have a dental plan--

I tell you that?

Yeah.

All kinds of perks--

time and a half for
overtime, meal breaks.

Do you think it's fair you have
to pay for your own costume?

I got my costume
free when I was born.

Don't jam me up with
Mr. DiBarto, Cotton.

I need this job.

I don't think
you'll need it long.

Donnie's sweet on you--
everybody's talking about it.

[engine turns over]

[suspenseful music]

[wheels screeching]

COTTON: Whoa, now!
Let's not get crazy.

We can talk--
[blow thudding]

[HORN BLARING, CHRISTY
WHIMPERING]

[muffled screaming]

[tires screeching]

[telephone trills]

Oh, this better
be life or death.

Somebody is gonna die unless
you guys do something, buddy.

I'm calling from Mercy General--

Donnie's girlfriend's in the
ER, and it doesn't look good.

What happened?

I'll tell you
when you get here.

You better bring Rita with you--

Donnie listens to her.

Hey, Cotton, don't wake me
up in the middle of the night

and play cryptic.

What's going on?

Does the expression
"going to the mattresses"

mean anything to you?

Oh man, they were on us
before I could make a move.

I couldn't stop them--

they grabbed
Christy, and oh, they

tore her up something terrible!

Donnie's in there with her now--
- Cotton.

Slow down.
Take a deep breath.

Who is they?

It was them.

The ones in the club tonight.

You'll get your revenge.

I swear to you.

You get some rest now, Christy.

I'll take care of everything.

[melancholy music]

Donnie.

How is she?

Hey, she only used those
teeth to eat with, right?

Let me through.

Look, Donnie, Cotton
can identify them.

You just let us
deal with this, OK?

You go ahead and
deal with them.

Maybe I get there
first, I save you time.

Donnie, don't do
something stupid.

He did some stupid, my friend.

I'll take the stairs alone.

[grim music]

[door clicks shut]

Kill the butt.

Dutchie's got a sinus problem.

You call me?

We gonna do some business, then?

You damn right we are.

Well.

Looks like Mr.
Torino just bought

himself a mother of a payback.

LIPSCHITZ: Are you
out of your minds?

Do you wear watches?

Do you have any concept
of day or night?

The dark part is night.

MRS. LIPSCHITZ:
Who is it, Harry?

Two crazy people, Fran.

MRS. LIPSCHITZ:
I'll make coffee.

All right, come on in.

I get it.

I'm new to the division,
so you guys wanna

see if I can take a joke, huh?

I hate jokes.

Sit down.

Ugh-- sorry, Captain.

This couldn't have
waited till the morning.

We just overheard Donnie
"Dogs" DiBarto hiring a hitman.

We think we know the victim is.

Donnie "Dogs"
DiBarto, from Brooklyn?

You gotta be kidding me.

I used to roust him
when I was walking

the beat, 82nd Precinct.

Only then, we called
him Donnie "Donuts,"

'cause that's what he did--

he went for doughnuts.

A pisher in Anthony
Torino's crew

so small, he couldn't
get himself arrested.

Now he's hiring hitmen?

Psh.

What a town, this Palm Beach.

Heh.

All right.

So who's the hittee?

Anthony Torino.

He's going to
kill Toe Tag Tony?

Yeah, sure.

Uh, two down front, please.

Torino's been
muscling DiBarto.

He beat up his girlfriend.

We were at the
hospital tonight--

we heard Donnie order the hit.

Why?

Well, he beat
up his girlfriend.

No.

Why were two homicide cops at
the hospital with a two-bit--

no, make that a
penny ante mob guy?

It, uh-- it's a
little complicated.

Look, uh--

Rita has-- has a kind of
relationship with him.

Oh, gee, that's swell.

One of my cops has a
relationship with a gangster.

He's useful in
certain situations.

He hears about things,
sometimes we have lunch,

and he lets those things slip.

Not good.

This is not a good thing.

You lay down with Dogs--

you should pardon
the expression--

you're gonna get up with fleas.

OK-- so what does he ask
in return for these things

he hears, huh?

Uh.

He's got a crush on her.

Oh, wow.

Sure.

Well, that explains everything.

Hi.
No, no.

No, don't get up.

[sighs] There you go.

It's decaf-- have all you want.

Ah, Mrs. Lipschitz.
I'm Chris Lorenzo.

This is Rita.
We met you down at the station.

- Hi.
- Oh, I remember.

You were in Harry's office.

With the door closed.

We're sorry for waking
you up, Mrs. Lipschitz.

Oh, no, please.

Call me Fran.

Fran.

And what makes you
think we were sleeping?

Uh-- thanks for
the coffee, Fran.

Oh, you're welcome.

[chuckles] Oh.

I get it.

Here's your hat,
what's your hurry?

The old bum's rush,
get lost, don't let

the door hit you in the butt.

[chuckles] I'm going.

I'm-- I'm already gone.

Oh, Rita?

Mm-hmm?

I believe in an
open door policy.

I mean, two attractive
people in a room

together-- and I'm not saying
anything might happen--

but why risk it?
- Fran.

You will keep the door
open, won't you, sweetheart?

Better safe than sorry.

Night night.

[tuts, chuckles]

We were at this big
charity ball in New York.

Fran warned Cher to
keep away from me.

It's your call, Cap.

What do we do about the
situation with Torino?

[huffs]

I guess we better warn him.

DONNIE: I don't care if
the doctor's sleeping.

Wake the freaking doctor up.

Dutchie's nasal drip is
getting out of hand here.

I'll hold.

Doc.

Finally.

Listen up-- that medicine you
gave Dutchie didn't take--

it's just making him tired.

No, no change.

[GUNFIRE BOOMING, GLASS
SHATTERING]

[grunts, pants]

We oughta get the hell
out of here, Dutchie.

[dog whimpers, donnie grunts]

Got every uniform
in Palm Beach looking

for Torino, and not a trace.

Yeah.

Hey.

That DiBarto's
hitman right there?

LANCE: Yeah.

So why isn't he in cuffs?

LORENZO: I don't know.

Lance, Lorenzo.

Say hello to Peter Dexter,
brother officer out of Miami.

He heads up their
organized crime unit.

Hi, how's it going?

This is the cat that was
with DiBarto last night.

Maybe we ought to take
this in your office, Captain.

[people chattering]

And it's taken me almost six
months to talk Donnie DiBarto

into testifying against Torino.

Now that I'm ready
to score, he bolts.

Well, you know, if someone
took a couple of shots at me,

I think I might run too.

You were supposed
to be guarding him--

he almost got himself killed.
What happened?

He was hungry.

I went to get him
something to eat.

And you left him wide open.

- You're out of line.
- Mm-hmm.

LIPSCHITZ: You know,
it's-- eh, so dry in here,

cactus couldn't survive.

[sniffs] (STAMMERS)
I can't breathe

with the air conditioning.

I been working Anthony Torino
ever since he came to Florida.

DiBarto knows where
skeletons are buried,

and he's ready to talk--

if I can find him.

So what makes you
think we can help you?

He knows about your
relationship with DiBarto.

It seems you are the talk of the
underworld Lonely Hearts Club.

Terrific.

If or when he contacts
you, I want to hear about it.

Sounds like an order to me.

LIPSCHITZ: All right.

You will have the full
cooperation of my officers.

[solemn music]

[huffs]

[suspenseful music]

[horn blaring]

[distant traffic rushing]

Cotton.

What's up?

A friend of yours is
trying to reach you.

[dog whimpers]

Donnie.

DONNIE: Gotta help me, Rita.

You're the only one I can trust.

[grim music]

With who?

You know, for a
minute there, I could

have sworn you said he was
with Rita Lance, a homicide

detective under my command.
Nah.

No!

Must be the water I got
in my ear from the shower

this morning, huh?

Come on-- he
trusts her, Captain.

Put yourself in his shoes.

All right, he turns
himself over to Dexter,

and right away, boom.

Somebody tries to take him out.

He can't tell the good
guys from the bad guys.

I got a newsflash
for you, Lorenzo--

DiBarto is one of the bad guys.

Now you and Lance grab
him, bring him in here

for delivery to Dexter, now.

[muted chattering]

You're still in my office.

Why are you still in my office?

I know who Donnie DiBarto
is, and I know what Donnie

DiBarto is, but we owe him one.

He walked in on a couple
of sting operations

that Rita and I were
running last year.

If he would've said one
word, we would've been dead.

But he didn't-- he let
us take care of business.

Now I figure that buys him
a face to face with you.

You know, loyalty
is a great thing.

Me, I'm very big on loyalty.

But in the wrong
hands, it stinks.

It's a dangerous thing.

You're not understanding
what I'm saying--

he saved our lives.

Don't con yourself!

The only reason DiBarto
kept his mouth shut

is because he knew
you'd owe him a favor.

And when you owe a punk
like that, he owns you.

Cops cozying up to
gangsters got a stink to it.

I hate it.

Get DiBarto in here now
for delivery to Dexter.

You got a problem
with that, Lorenzo?

You're damn right I
do, and so will Rita.

If we turn him over and he
dies, we got to live with that.

Are you disobeying
a direct order?

Meet with him, Cap.

Hear him out-- that's
all I'm asking.

If you want us to turn him over
after that, it's a done deal.

Captain Lipschitz.

Just the man I was looking for.

I think you know my campaign
manager, Paige Hamilton.

Hi.

So where do we stand on
the McDowell case, Donovan?

Eh, let's talk about that
in your office, shall we?

Chris, you'll excuse us.

Whoa, hold on a
second-- you're not

cutting a deal on this.

We worked too damn hard.

There isn't a jury in
the world that wouldn't

convict on a Murder One.

Well, juries
are unpredictable,

dangerous animals,
Sergeant Lorenzo.

You know that.

We've reviewed it, and
the margin for error

is too large for comfort on a
case with this much visibility.

So a plea bargain
in this situation--

LORENZO: Sucks.

We've reviewed it?

Who the hell is we?

What, is she calling the shots
in your office now, Donovan?

Certainly not.

I happen to completely
agree with Paige on this--

the case is risky.

How do you look at yourself
in the morning, George?

[TELEPHONE TRILLING, PEOPLE
CHATTERING]

[grim music]

(SOFTLY) Shit.

[suspenseful music]

LIPSCHITZ: Ugh.

Oh.

My back is killing me.

What-- what, do you
call that a seat?

Lorenzo.

They got these good things
now called shock absorbers.

You ought to give them
a try-- they work.

So he's in there, huh?
- Yeah.

I'll get him.

LIPSCHITZ: No, that's OK.

Just keep your eyes open.

All right.

LIPSCHITZ: Harry "The Lip."

Long time no see.

That's Captain
Lipschitz, Donuts.

Don't call me that.

Oh.

Pardon me.

What is it now, "Dogs?"

You reinvented yourself
down here, didn't you?

That's a cute dog.

What is that, a
schnauzer, or what?

You wouldn't know a
chihuahua from a pit bull.

Dutchie's a miniature Dobie.

So tell me, how you like
it down here, Harry?

I hate it.

Sun.

Sun.

More sun.

Palm trees up the wazoo.

This is the most monotonous
place in the world.

I been here six years.

It grows on you.

Like a fungus, which I
already got from the humidity.

[engine rumbling]

Get down.

All right.

I gotta say, rolling over on Toe
Tag Tony takes a lot of stones.

[chuckles] The guys looking
to whack you out better

take a number.

Get out of here.

Don't be looking to
pin a medal on me,

I get this jeebib sent away.

Everybody hates him.

It ain't my people
I'm sweating, Harry.

This Miami cop-- he's supposed
to be watching out for me.

Badabing, badaboom,
they're taking shots at me.

What are you saying--

Dexter's dirty?

What I'm saying is this.

You want me to sing
Tony a swan song,

accommodations are
gonna have to be made--

namely Lance and Lorenzo
tuck me in every night

till this thing is over with.

Forget about it.

Wait a minute.

It wasn't me that spit
on you at Yankee Stadium

and called your wife them
filthy names, Harry--

it was Tony "Toe Tag" Torino.

And it wasn't Harry
"The Lip" he called you.

It was Harry the--

I know what he called me.

Harry The Lip?

You're looking at the man
that could put him away.

Now you don't
play, I don't play.

Guess you could say Torino's
future's in your hands.

[distant traffic droning]

All right.

As of right now, you're
in protective custody.

Lorenzo, Lance, you're
holding his chain.

Miami cop knows bupkis
until you find out

who's trying to take me out.

Capisce?

Don't "capisce"
me, Marlon Brando.

Looks like we'll be roomies.

I've dreamed of seeing
your boudoir, Rita.

Dream on Donnie--
they probably already

got my place staked out.

Yeah, look-- Cap, we're
going to need a safe house with

food and a couple incidentals.

That way, once we're dug
in, we won't have to leave.

Give me an hour to set it up.

I'm gonna need a few things.

[paper rustles]

What.

I'm your grocery boy now?

[paper crumples]

And don't forget
the wine, Harry.

[giggling]

What?

What?

Stay there-- I
want that hospital

watched 24 hours a day,
[receiver clicks]

No one's seen him.

Thought I knew this guy.

I never picked him for a rat.

A mouse, maybe, but never a rat.

If I'm him, and I
know you're hunting me--

[scoffs] I'm gone.

I'm way out of Palm Beach.

Oh, that's good, Richie.

That's real sharp.

Maybe that explains
why you're sitting

here on your ass
eye-popping my women

instead of looking for him.

Look at Gus.

You hungry, Gus?

Want some crab?

Be my guest.

[birdsong]

[growls, dish clacks]

Go find DiBarto!

Before that Miami cop
does, you hear me?

He could send me away
forever-- go find him!

Find that son of a bitch!

[metal tray clanging]

[birdsong]

[dog growls]

Tickle him under the chin.

He likes it, Lorenzo.

Why can't I put him down?

I'm mean, haven't this dog's
feet ever touched the ground?

He's not feeling up to par.

Tickle him a little.

What's the matter--
don't you like dogs?

Yeah, yeah, I
like dogs, Donnie.

But this isn't a dog--
it's a hood ornament.

Oh, now you're
gonna insult him?

Eh, OK, OK.

See?

Look at that.

You like the nice policeman,
don't you Dutchie boy?

Aww.

Well, I got good news, guys.

I just talked to
Captain Lipschitz,

and he says that Christy
is doing much better.

They will probably released
her in a couple of days.

Oh, that's fantastic.

Maybe I could see her.

You arrange something?

No, Donnie.

We-- we can't take
that kinda chance.

Well, I agreed to testify,
not to be held hostage here.

Look, you want out,
you say the word, Donnie.

This whole thing was your idea.

You think we enjoy
babysitting a dog?

LANCE: Look, somebody is
trying to kill you, Donnie.

Unless we narrow the list down
a little bit, we stay here.

How's Dutchie doing?

Oh, his nose is still
a little bit warm.

Oh.

We should take his
temperature again.

Lorenzo, he likes
you-- you do it.

No.

My thermometer's
in the leather case.

Yeah, OK.

Uh.

How do I keep the
thermometer in his mouth?

[mischievous music]

It don't go in his mouth.

[lance chuckles]

Uh.

Captain Lipschitz.

You seem to have a couple
officers missing in action.

Dispatch hasn't heard
from Lance or Lorenzo

since yesterday afternoon,
and they're both on duty.

That seems kinda curious to me.

You let me worry about
my people, huh, Dexter?

I thought we were gonna
work together on this thing.

My officers are out there
trying to find DiBarto.

What the hell are you doing?

Maybe they already found him.

This isn't a game, Captain.

I've been working Torino
for the last year,

and I'm not about to let
two grandstand local yokels

blow the best shot I've got.

You are a guest
in my house, mister.

Watch your mouth.

Lorenzo and Lance are
the best I've got.

If DiBarto's with them, he's
in very, very good hands.

What is this, the
mushroom treatment?

You keep me in the dark,
you feed me full of bull--

My officers will
contact you if and when

they feel it prudent.

Until that time, you stay
the hell out of my face.

[grim music]

Hey Cotton.

How's it going?

Uh-- if this is about that mix
up at the track the other day,

you just tell Ramon
I'll make good those

markers by the end of the week.

You work for Donnie DiBarto.

I don't guess you've
seen him around.

Nobody has.

Who might you be?

We've got a couple
of friends in common.

Lance and Lorenzo?

You know where I can find them?

Haven't seen them
in days, but if I do,

I'll sure let them know
you're looking for them.

[bag rustles]

You do that.

[engine turns over]

[faint engine turning over]

[suspenseful music]

[ominous music]

[weapon ratchets]

[clip clicking]

[grim music]

[menacing music]

[door crashing]

[gunfire rattling]

Boy, am I glad to see you!

Boy, that guy was
shooting up the place--

I barely got out of there.

I don't think he saw me, though.

If he saw you, you
wouldn't be here.

You sure it was Dexter?

What's in a name?

It's the same cop
that was asking

about you that was tailing me.

I saw him in the
rear view-- that's

why I stopped and called.

Yes, we're safe
and sound, Captain.

Yeah.

Well, I just spoke with
Chris, and he says he's gonna

meet you at the new place.

Otherwise, we stay here until
we get the word from you.

Yes, I am sure that
we weren't followed.

You shouldn't have,
Mrs. Lipschitz.

Please.

Fran.

Fran.

I don't want to put you out.

(STAMMERS) You go to
all this trouble--

Oh, no.
I'm thrilled, believe me.

I love to cook, and Harry
eats strictly pre op.

That some kind of
special thing or what?

No, no.
No, no.

You know, pre op--
it's like what

they give you in the
hospital before an operation.

Totally bland.

Yeah, no spices, no texture.

No taste.

You know, we met in a hospital?

In the cafeteria.

You went there to eat.

[chuckles]
- How'd you find the time?

We just got here.

Freeze and nuke.

It's my reason for living.

[chuckles]

LANCE: Uh, no, she
hasn't left yet.

Uh, OK, I'll tell her.

All right, thanks Captain.

Uh, Fran--

I know.

I know, I know.

Harry wants me to leave.

He doesn't think I'm
safe in my own house.

Yeah, well.

Listen now-- you guys
eat, enjoy yourself.

And when you're
finished, you'll lock up.

[chuckles] You know, it was
a pleasure to have met you.

And I got to tell you--

[chuckles] for a gangster,
you're very nice.

[tuts]

Thanks, Fran.

See you, doll.

Bye.

[traffic rumbling]

You called me, George?

I've been reviewing
the McDowell case.

Look, it may not be a
dead bang winner, but--

[sighs] I think it's worth the
fight to put the freak away.

We need to talk about this.

[engine rumbles]

Well, this is a
surprise, George.

I thought we had an agreement--
any negative publicity

this early in the campaign would
have a very damaging effect.

The guy's a cold-blooded
killer, Paige.

I can't in good conscience
allow a plea to a lesser charge.

It wouldn't be right.

Well, elections aren't
about right or wrong.

They're about winning.

And that's why I'm
here-- to help you win.

You've got to trust me.

Yeah.

Well, I also got to look myself
in the mirror in the morning.

I'm taking McDowell to trial.

[car door thuds]

[trunk clicks]

LIPSCHITZ: Give me a
hand with this, will you?

Yeah.

All of a sudden, I'm a
pack mule for Donuts DiBarto.

The guys at the 82nd know
about this, I'm dead meat.

Any information on Dexter?

Plenty.

Inside.

He's the Lorenzo of Miami.

Youngest in the
department to get

his gold shield,
commendations, recommendations,

medal of valor.

Just your average supercop.

He's been heading up their
organized crime unit now

for the past couple of years.

He's taken down some
very heavy players.

So he's in Palm
standing straight up.

Did I say that?

The man's on vacation.

They know from
nothing why he's here.

Dracula reacts better
to this than me.

[wheezing laugh]

One piece of garlic toast,
I'm in intensive care.

[quiet sigh]

[tutting]

So tell me, Rita,
what do you think?

You think I'm a
rat for testifying?

No.

I think it's terrific.

But then, I play
for the other team.

How do you feel about it?

My whole life, I
live by this code--

that you keep your mouth
shut no matter what.

I always wanted to be
a wise guy, you know?

In my neighborhood, it
was a career choice.

I got old enough, joined
a crew, that was it.

Me, I crewed for Tony Torino.

Now I'm gonna rat him out.

Yeah, well, you'll be
doing the world a favor,

Donnie-- the guy is bad
news, and you know that.

I wanted to be just like him.

I wanted his life.

Big cars, flashy
girls, tipping big.

"Yes sir, Mr. DiBarto,
your table's ready."

Nothing but the best.

Then I find out I'm
nothing like him.

[sighs] I don't have the
stomach for it, Rita.

Tony sends me out one time
to break this guy's knees.

A working guy.

Got in too deep--
he couldn't pay.

I wind up settling
the markers myself.

[huffs] I told Tony
I'd beat it out of him.

Some tough gangster, huh?

Harry tell you what they
call me in New York?

Yeah.

Donuts.

Tony said it was 'cause
I was full of lard,

and soft in the middle.

Maybe he wasn't too far wrong.

You're standing
up to him, Donnie.

Nobody's ever done that before.

I would say there's
steel in the middle.

It's your move.

Where are you gonna resettle?

You know, I hear the Southwest
is absolutely beautiful.

I'm staying put right here.

LANCE: Are you crazy?

Witness protection
is the only chance

you've got after you testify.

I was a nobody
most of my life.

I know how that feels.

In Palm Beach, I'm somebody.

I'd just as soon be dead
as be a nobody again.

And besides, we'd miss Rita too
much, won't we, Dutchie boy?

Yeah, what?

Where the hell are
Lance and Lorenzo, huh?

I've been leaving messages
for them all week--

they don't return my calls.

Maybe the fact that you're
pleading out a hairball they

busted their asses for
nearly three months to nail

has them a little bit angry.

What the hell do
you think, Donovan?

Tell them to have
their butts in my office

for pre-trial prep no later
than the end of the week.

McDowell?

Ah.

Feeling a little
awkward now, Harry?

Somewhat surprised, perhaps, hm?

OK.

So you doing your job.

Here, look at this--

I'll throw you a parade.

You got a real attitude,
Lipschitz, you know that?

A real New York state of mind.

Thank you.

Cops.

[muted chattering]

[telephone trills]

Hello.

[grunts, gasps]
- Excuse me.

I didn't see you.

Yeah.

That's what they all say.

[chuckles]

Hi, Mrs. Lipschitz.

Fran, Gracie.

Please, call me Fran.

[chuckles]

Yeah.

Yeah, Well, that--
that's good, Rita.

Yeah.

Well, Rita, I-- I got units
on both ends of the street.

All you gotta do is sit tight
until we get this thing all

sorted out, all right?

OK.

Franny, honey.

[laughs] What a
terrific surprise.

It would have
even been a bigger

surprise if I caught
you in here with Gracie

with the door closed.

Promise me, Heshie.

Promise me never--

(GENTLY) Come on.

What's the matter with you?

Are you nuts?

I'm married to the most
beautiful woman in the world.

What would I see in her?

[chuckles]

Two things come to mind.

[lighthearted music]

[ENGINE RUMBLING, FAINT ENGINE
TURNING OVER]

[suspenseful music]

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[tires squealing]

[grim music]

Get out of the car, now.

Turn around-- put your
hands against the car.

I usually get to say that.

What's your backup?

.380, ankle.

Look, Lorenzo, I don't blame
you for being paranoid,

but we're on the same side.

- Gimme your right hand.
- I'm a cop, dammit--

Give me your right hand.

[cuffs click]

Now.

Cotton said you rousted and
followed him to the safe house

and shot the place up.

You wanna explain that to me?

OK, I followed him.

But some old lady pulled
right out in front of me,

and I rear ended her.

I lost him.

Check it out.

One of your patrol units
brought up the accident report.

I guess your department's
not gonna pay for that, hm?

Considering the fact that
you're down here unofficially,

on your vacation time?

All right, I should've
leveled with you.

But I was trying to
avoid procedural hassles.

Don't lie to me.

I've been working Donnie
DiBarto on my own time

and money for the last
year, because my department

will cough up the bucks.

Now you and your partner
are gonna horn in on me

and cut me out?

Hey, you're forgetting
something-- you had him!

You remember that-- but you
conveniently decided to go out

and get cheeseburgers while
somebody took a shot at him.

How do we know you're
not in Torino's pocket?

[men grunting]

Chill out.

I'll pound your ass
into the pavement.

Nobody calls me dirty!

You cool it, or
I will drop you.

[men grunting]

I want DiBarto-- he's mine!

Man, you are
crazier than I am.

[dog whimpers]

Hey, Rita?

Hm.

Dutchie's getting worse.

His fever's up-- that
medication didn't touch it.

Getting him to the vet.

You know the rules, Donnie--
we don't leave this house.

Forget the rules, Rita.

We're talking about the
best friend I got here.

I don't take him
to the vet, you'll

have to shoot me to stop me.

[telephone trills]

LORENZO: Yeah, Lorenzo.

Yeah, Rita.

Everything OK?

Ah, no.

Uh, sounds like trouble to
me-- you check with The Lip?

Ah.

No.

Dexter's off the street--
he's here with me.

You be careful, partner.

Anything happens to DiBarto--

It's not DiBarto
I'm worried about.

[engine turns over]

Oh!

[grunts] Oh, uh.

Look, careful.

Excuse me, Sergeant.

I was just going over some
new ads for George's campaign.

They're really something.

We can count on your
support, can't we?

You know, I like George
better as a prosecutor.

See, what we don't need
is another pretty face

as county attorney.

We need somebody who's gonna
get in there and brawl for us.

You're referencing
the McDowell case.

Yeah.

If you'll excuse me.

PAIGE: Well then,
you haven't heard.

I haven't heard what?

Well, I was very
impressed with your passion

on this case, Sergeant.

I started to wonder if maybe
George wasn't playing this one

a little too cautiously.

So we talked, and he's agreed
to indict for Murder One.

We can't allow justice to
be compromised by ambition.

But I don't have
to tell you that.

You're kidding me.

Well, that's terrific.

I'm glad you're
pleased, Chris.

May I call you Chris?

Sure.

Maybe we should get
together for lunch sometime.

I'd like to hear your
insights and ideas on how

we could maybe address
the concerns of the law

enforcement community.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'd like that.

I'd really
appreciate it, Chris.

And thanks again for helping
us do the right thing

on the McDowell case.

[huffs]

Thanks.

OK, Dexter.

Records checked out the accident
report on your fender bender.

No way you could have been
the shooter at the safehouse.

So now do I get DiBarto?

No, no.

Somebody's still trying to
kill him-- that hasn't changed.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING, PHONES
TRILLING]

You know, any of your men know
that you were coming into Palm?

Nobody-- there's no
leak on my end, Lorenzo.

OK, man-- let's figure this
thing out Let's say that Torino

sent his people after Donnie.

Hm?

They follow you guys
from the hospital,

they take a shot at
him, but they miss.

Then they try again
at the safehouse.

They didn't know where
the safehouse was.

You were tailing Cotton, right?

Well, they must
have been tailing me,

and then went after
him after I lost him.

No.

No, too big of a stretch.

Hoods don't take
those kind of chances.

Where'd you spot that?

I saw him in
traffic, hung a U-ey.

He stopped, I moved
in to question him,

and stayed with
him after he left.

Cotton stopped at the vet's--

that's why I sent him to
pick up the prescription

and the dog food for Dutchie.

Whoa, whoa.

His dog is sick?

Yeah.

Wait a minute, man.

Torino was at the
club that night.

He could've heard
some about Dutchie,

and anybody who
knows Donnie knows

how crazy he is about that dog.

So he shakes down every vet
in town until he finds Donnie,

he terrorizes him--

And sweetened
with a big payday--

you hear from him,
we hear from you.

They knew somebody was coming
by to pick up that prescription

and that dog food because
the vet tipped him off.

And Donnie and Rita are on their
way to the vet's right now.

[beeper trilling]

Heh.

Oh, what do we got here?

Your partner don't give
up too easy, does he?

First the phone, now the beeper.

Too bad you already got a date--

with Mr. Torino.

Hm.

You know, he knows
exactly where I am.

If I don't answer
that, this place

is going to be full
of cops before you

can even get us to the car.

Is that so?

We'll have to wait and
see about that, won't we?

[dog whimpers]

Hey doc, you wanna hurry up?

You know, I appreciate
you guys letting the doc

fix Dutchie up like this.

How much you get for
selling me out, you weasel?

Who, doc?

Eh, he was a bargain.

Just five grand and a
promise we wouldn't hurt him.

[man grunts]

[chuckles] You know,
it's getting where you

can't trust anybody these days.

[chuckles]

[ENGINES DRONING, BRAKES
SQUEALING]

We're too late--

Torino's boys were
waiting for them.

Damn.

They're gonna take
them to Torino.

DEXTER: He leases a place up
on Bayview-- the 300 block.

Big pillars on
Froni Cider street.

OK, get a move on.

Put it on the air.

You might need this.

Like I just got out of jail.

You know, something is
wrong with this picture.

Torino is not stupid.

He knows if they left that vet
alive, the vet's gonna talk.

We got what he wanted us to get.

He's not at that
house on Bayview.

Then where, Dex?

Come on-- you know him.

You know his track record,
you know the way he thinks.

Where?

He tried to muscle into
a fish market in New York.

The guy didn't want
to make a deal.

Tony hung them up
in his own freezer.

He's at Donnie's club.

[engine turns over]

[wheels squealing]

You know, I'm surprised Donnie
didn't mention to you girls

that he promoted me to general
manager before he left.

There's a new sheriff in town.

[chuckles] Yeah, we're
going to be a union shop!

Great achievement
for organized labor.

Hey, we're not open.
Donnie, Rita!

Take them and lock
them up in the back.

[grim music]

Cotton, don't be a hero,
man-- just do what he says.

We'll be all right.

Don't worry-- color
me co-operative.

Let's go, girls.

So where's the toadstool?

He'll be here.

Have a seat.

How nice-- the
gang's all here.

Ugh, look at this chippy.

He's always gotta
make a big entrance.

You disappoint me, Donuts.

Was bad enough you insulted
me by refusing my friendship,

but when I saw you
with that Miami cop,

I knew you were
going to rat me out.

Now that hurt me.

You never did have any brains.

He was smart enough to
stay the hell away from you,

wasn't he?

Oh, I see you
bought yourself a cop.

Now that impresses
me a little bit.

She's as straight
as they come.

I'm in protective custody.

Oh.

Some great job
you're doing, lady.

Are you gonna do
us or what, Tony?

He likes to do
his own killings--

it's why they call him Toe Tag.

Get a load of this guy--
he's in a hurry to die.

I'd like to do this
personally, but not this time.

Too many breadcrumbs
leading back to me.

I just wanted to say goodbye.

He's so gracious.

In the South, we do
things a little different.

You get a kiss on the last date.

Forget about it.

I wouldn't kiss you with
his lips, you fat rat.

Sorry you were dealt a hand
here, lady, but that's life--

or the end of it.

Take them out where
the water is deep.

Weigh them down good--

I don't want them floating up.

See you in hell, fat rat.

See you.

Right, Dutchie?

[music playing]

[grunting]

You bitch!

Gimme your gun!

You're mine!

Police officers--
drop the gun!

Back off!

[gunfire booming]

You all right?

[sighs]
- Yeah, yeah.

I'm fine.

[pants] Thanks.

No problem.

Come on.

Lorenzo--

[grunting]

Better late than never.

You too, Miami.

Ooh.

I guess that's defined
as a mute point.

Moot, Donnie.
Moot.

Heh.

Like I said.

I realize a hug of gratitude
would be inappropriate.

But if I could, I would.

Yeah, me too.

All right-- you got it all?
- Yeah.

Get these guys out of
my office now-- move it!

Move, move.

LORENZO: Uh-huh.

Friends of yours, Cap?

You know, they get those
builds in prison, working out.

What a system, huh?

Let the cons spend their
time making themselves bigger

and stronger and meaner,
so when they get out,

they can do some real damage.

[chuckles] If it was
up to me, I'd make

them spend the
whole time in bed.

Huh?

What are you standing?

Weren't you supposed to be in
Donovan's office 10 minutes

ago?

Yeah, actually--
we are on our way.

Move, move!

(SIGHS) OK.

- Hey, guys.
- Hey.

Hi.

Hi.

I was wondering if I
could buy you guys lunch.

You know what, we're going
to be locked up in pre-trial

prep for the rest of the day.

Good luck in Miami.

Well, you ever get
down my way, look me up.

I'd love to buy you dinner.

Well, that sounds
good actually.

If you're ever down this
way, the same offer stands.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Well, how about
Saturday night?

I could drive back no problem.

LANCE: Well, actually,
since you're already

here, how about tonight?

That'd be fantastic.
LANCE: Good.

Well, that's great.

You know, I know this little
Italian restaurant-- it has got

the best veal piccata in town.

[mischievous music]

[chuckles]

What?

I mean-- this does
include me, right?

Uh, no.

No.

[chuckles]

[theme music]

[woman vocalizing]

[orchestral music]

[instrumental music]