All language subtitles for Miami3x (5)

[Bell Dinging]

[Moans]

[Moans]

[Moans]

[Moans]

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[Grunts]

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[Police Radio, Indistinct]

Hell of a big operation
for a burglary.

That's why
I'm leaving you both here.

These the two lucky guys?

Lieutenant Gilmore,
this is Detectives Crockett and Tubbs.

Ray, until you think
of somethin' cuter.

He acts like we're not gonna like this.
You won't.

Neither do the people
in the neighborhood.

Ten of their homes have been hit
in the last two months.

And now they're reading
the riot act to Councilman Buell.
And we get the fallout.

[Man]
Get doughnuts
while you're at it.

You know the case?
Yeah, vaguely.
The guy's a cat.

I guess you could say that. But I personally
don't know any cat burglars
that specialize in trousers— pants.

Pants?

No necklaces. No wristwatches.
No hoops. Just pants.

Right this way, gentlemen.

At first, he just used to swipe
the lipstick.

Now he's into redecorating.

When did that start?
Last four hits.

What's this guy look like?
Nobody's seen him.

You mean to tell me,
he never wakes anyone up?

Not yet.
That's the whole point.

What's the whole point?

What's gonna happen
when he does wake someone up?

Come on.
The good stuff's downstairs.

That's the way he saw it
when he drew it.

He always hits the kitchen first.

You dust the sills?
[Man] No. They were
too porous for prints.

Dust 'em.
And send the meat to the lab.

Our man has a taste for choice cuts.

What about the entry?

Never any sign of forced entry.

It's like he just—

Walls don't mean anything to him.

Get over to Metro
and hit the Burglary files.

I want you guys starting
at the top of fifth gear.
How far back do you want us to go?

Till you find something.
What, are you afraid
of a little hard work?

Ooh, this guy's
a real charmer.
No kiddin'.

Hey, when are we gonna get
some real police protection out here?

What do you think this is?
Hey, you work for us, you jerk!

What's your problem, clown?

Hey. Gilmore.
Chill out, man!
Gilmore.

It's Lieutenant Gilmore!
Who the hell are you?

You better be cool, man.

Couple of Vice hotshots, huh?

You get to first base with that dude,

then you talk to me.

[Groans]

[Muttering]

Hello, Captain Cahill.

Well, look who's back downtown.

Come to scrape the gum
from under the desk?

I see your wife's still got you
working the graveyard shift.

Well, it's cheaper than payin' alimony.
You guys detail the burglary?

Yeah, a cat case.

So you're working with,
uh, Lieutenant Gilmore.

- Mmm. He's a good man.
- He's a hard pushin' man.

We've gone through over 600
burglary cases since this morning.

So catch him already.

Well, actually we did.
But they made us let him go.

They didn't want to embarrass
your family.

[Chuckles]
[Chuckles]

[Door Opens]

[Sighs]
You wanna wait on the lab reports?

Not unless it's written in braille.
My eyes have had it.

- I heard that.
- [Groans]

What's goin' on?

Look. I got the coming out sheets
for all home invaders for the last three years.

Prowlers, Peeping Toms, the works.

I want you to pull the case reports
and see if the M.O.'s check out
with our man's profile.

And I want it done tonight, all right?

What's that supposed to mean?

[Exhales]
Well, Lieutenant,
the records room closed at 11:00.

We're pretty wasted.

Look, the guy we're chasin'
doesn't sleep, you don't sleep.

With all due respect, Lieutenant,
we know our own pace.
We've worked Burglary before—

Then I shouldn't have to tell you
how to turn on the juice.

Now you call security and get the keys
and get it in gear, guys. I'm busy!

[Door Opens, Closes]

Has this guy Gilmore
got a problem or what?

No way does he think
we're gonna get through
these files tonight.

Well, the problem is,
he is not thinking.

Besides, I got a better way of finding out
who's on the street than this.
Yeah?

Looking at these damn files.
I popped a burglar back in 1978
by the name of Wyatt.

Uh-huh.
And this guy is crazy to boot.

Yeah? Then he and Gilmore
should have an awful lot
to talk about.

Gilmore wants you off the case.

[Sighs]
Fine with me, pal.

If he doesn't think
we can help.
He never did. The department does.

If he gives you any problems, let me know.
Yeah. Gilmore is the problem.
He's strung out.

In the immortal words
of Lieutenant Castillo,
"That's not our decision."

Here's your guy— George T. Wyatt.

Twenty-two counts of burglary, A.B.
Convicted June '78.

How'd you grab him?
I didn't grab him.
I found him.

He fell off of a terrace
and broke his back.

Hear him tell it,
you'd think I pushed him.

You know, a lot of guys,
they got their wires twisted.

Well, here's one for ya.
This guy's kink was he liked
old men.

He used to break in their apartments,
where old men were livin' alone—
Yeah.

Attack 'em in their sleep.
Oh, man.

Beat 'em senseless
and then steal their watches
and their cuff links...

and jewelry
and stuff like that.
Yeah.

Some kind
of father complex, huh?
Yeah, somethin' like that.

Oh, boy.
Here we go.

"I would not do this to you.

"What are you doing to me?

"If this was your case,
I'd stay away.

I resent this,
and I want you to know it."

[Scoffs]

This guy's beautiful.
Let's go visit
this friend of yours.

Keep the change, Benny.

George, I'll need a whirlpool.

I didn't book it.
Oh, that's okay, Mr. Roth.
We'll fix you right up.

Get you a nice massage too.

Hello, Georgie.

Been keepin' them hands
off the merchandise?

Not now.

Right now.

Upstairs.

You see now,
what did I tell you guys?

Isn't this a gorgeous view of Miami?

Huh? I love it up here.
It's beautiful.

Uh— Hey, look, you guys. I'm gonna be
totally straight with you, okay?

I was into merchandise,
not hamburger and cake mix.

[Crockett Chuckles]

You're a trip, Georgie.

But you're not givin' us anything.

I got nothin' to give you.
This guy you're after,
he's totally different from me.

It's like this guy I used to know—
[Clears Throat]
In the hospital,

he only worked penthouses, see?

It had nothing to do with robbery.
It was just his particular hang-up.

He would climb 15 stories
just to wag at some ugly hausfrau.

Do you know
where he is now?
No, I don't.

He got fried at Raiford for carving up
some woman and a kid.

- Is that a fact?
- Yeah.

That's a fact.

- Hey!
- Gilmore! Let it go!

Gilmore!

Come on. Come on!
Come on! Do it!

Go ahead. Crucify me.

[Wyatt] He's a sicko, man.
I tell you, sickl
So are you!

Yeah.

You want me to give him a break
in my write-up?

Write what you saw.

He just flamed out.

So, Lieutenant,
when do we go back to Vice?

Now.
We're taking the case.

Get your write-up
into Internal Affairs.

Get back to work.

Entry: Zilch.
Description: Zilch.

This guy's like Casper the Ghost.

The only thing we know for sure
is he like men's pants,

eats raw meat and works houses
in the northeast grid.

- And he'll do it again.
- No particular nights,

so he probably doesn't have a night job.

He works days and isn't a vegetarian.
Wonderful.

Here's a list of, uh, charity requests
from Dade County.

Uh, a neighbor called,
said there's a prowler
at Northeast 13th and Bay Drive.

Close enough for rock and roll.

[Tubbs] You got anything?
We just got the call.
He's somewhere near this intersection.

Hey, there's a man in my kitchen.
There's a man in my kitchen.
Go sit in that car, lady.

Look, I'll take the back.
All right.

[Gunshot]

[Gunshots]

[Gunshots]

I got him.
He's in there. It's over.

[Door Opens, Closes]

[Groans]

You wanna catch these guys?
You gotta see like 'em,

think like 'em, feel like 'em,
act like 'em, walk like 'em,

talk like 'em, speak like 'em,
hear like 'em, eat like 'em,

sleep like 'em, walk like 'em,
talk like 'em, feel like 'em,

eat like 'em, see like 'em,
feel like 'em—

[Police Radio, Indistinct]

[Muttering, Indistinct]

Hey, Sonny, I knew he was here,
didn't I?

I got the right time
and I got the right place, didn't I?

It was perfect,
just like I told you it would be.

Hey, everybody go on home.
Go on home. He's gone. He's gone.

He's not gonna bother you anymore,
ma'am.

That's it. That's it.
That's it.

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Cahill called Gilmore's wife.

She said he hasn't called her
for weeks.

There's something about these drawings.

Gilmore was cuing in on 'em.

He likes single-family homes
up here in the northeast grid.

It's certain kinds of homes...

with a certain vibe.

He always does his kitchen act,
then he always takes the pants.

He's got a taste for prime cuts...

and his sneaker size is 10-D.

First, he did the drawings
on the kitchen walls,

next, the stairs,
and now it's the—

The bedroom.

He's moving closer
to his victims.

I gotta go back
to all the crime scenes.

In the morning.

[Sighs]

Mornin', Lieutenant.

After-dinner drink.
I kinda got my schedule
turned around.

You look it.

It's funny when you work all night.

The whole world seems like
it gets out of sync with you.

[Whispering]
It's like you can sneak up on it.

[Chuckles]

It seems that way.

Just think straight.

[Chuckles]

I don't need to think straight.

I need to think like him.

Thinking undercover—

Sometimes you can't stop
when you need to.

[Sighs]
The answer we need's
not in the book.

It's in his head.

I can't explain it, but...

I think I'm onto it.

Two coffees.

Make it one.

Cancel the one.

[Crickets Chirping]

[Dog Barks In Distance]
[Bird Warbles]

[Bird Chirps]

[Owl Hoots]

[Thunder Rumbling]

[Thunder Rumbling]

[Bird Squawking]

- [Groans]
- [Gunshot]

[Breathing Heavily]

[Sighs]
Sonny.

We haven't seen anything.

You want us to check
along the bay?
I'm telling you, l—

I s— swear that he's here.

I think he's getting into
these kinds of houses—

Ones with lots of glass.
And like—

Like he's—
He wants somebody to watch him.

We got zip, Sonny.

You want us
to keep cruisin'?

No. I'm sorry. Thank you.

It's no problem.
Good night.

We can walk through it again
if you want to.

Do you think I'm crazy?

No. I just think that neither one of us
have had too much sleep lately.

You didn't answer my question.

Well, there's a thin line
between hard work and obsession.

Oh, hell with it.
Let's pack it in.

[Tubbs]
Was she sexually assaulted?

Well, apparently, he tried,
but, uh, wasn't able to.
[Woman On P.A., Indistinct]

Now look, I know you're both
very anxious to talk to her,

but maybe we would all be better off
if you came back a little later.

She's very upset.
Doc, look, we just need
a couple of minutes with her.

I'm sure you know
how important this is.
Dr. Malick, Emergency, please.

Look, that's me.
Stay here. I'll be right back.

He took me into the dining room.

[Sobbing]
And...

he made me...

get on the— the table.

And he put...

flour and lipstick—

Take it easy, lady.
Please.
Oh, God!

Shh. Easy.
Oh, God.

Just please, keep going.
I thought he was gonna kill me.
[Groans]

Relax. Relax, relax, relax.
Just relax.

Now go back into the bedroom
when he first came in...

and tell me,
what was he wearing?

I can't remember.
He was— He was—

I was just—

I wet the bed.

When he walked toward you,

was there something in his walk
or his, uh, build?

Did he have a limp?
I can't remember.

What was he wearing?

Uh—A shirt.

What color was it?

I can't remember!
Come on, lady. Please.

Please. You gotta please try
and help us.

- I'm trying.
- Crockett!

I can't remember.
It was so bad.

The answer's with him.

Tell me what you learned
from the girl.

He's an earthling.

He walks. He talks.

He eats, sleeps, lies, cheats.

Nothing.

I've seen every house
in the area that's right.

I'm startin' to get a sense
of when this guy's gonna move.

And this time, he's gonna go further.

He likes sliding glass doors.

And big windows on the north side
of the house.

He pops the doors off the tracks.

Slips inside.

Then he goes into the kitchen.

Finds what he needs.

And then he eats.

Crockett?

I wanna set up an all-night detail.

I'll cruise the neighborhood
one more time.

And this time I'll try and pick
the house. I'll pick the house.

How can you isolate the target?
There's a theme
to what this guy is.

And I'm startin' to get
the drift of it.

Something doesn't break soon,
this goes back to Burglary.

Oh, come on!
Damn it, Marty. Come on!
I've put the time in on this!

I'm gettin' so close to this guy!
I know this guy.

Knowing how to bow out
is part of the job.

Gilmore knew him too.

[Car Engine Idling]

What?

I don't like what I feel.

It's called hunger.
It happens when you're runnin'
on empty.

Why don't we just
tip on over to a restaurant...

and start the day off
with breakfast for a change?

I wanna take pictures
of all these houses.

Every one of'em.

He's gonna hit one of'em.

Maybe tonight.

If everything's right, yeah.

Yeah.

Don't ask me to explain it.

[Crockett]
We can't use any vehicles.
That'll spook him.

This has got to be
a static stakeout.

You're talkin' camo nets
and night scopes?

You got it.

Some people are gonna have to cancel
their days off.

We're gonna need at least six other bodies
if we're gonna cover all these houses.

Well, that's gonna make you
real popular.

You run for office.

I'm gonna bag this wacko.

[Phone Rings]

Crockett.

What?

Yeah, we'll be right there.

What is it?

They say some guys from Metro
just booked my prowler.

Cigarette?

Spooky enough for ya?

So where'd you find him?

Sleepin'. On some
old lady's kitchen floor.
Lido Starr.

L-l-D-O S-T-A-R-R—
And these are the photos
of the scene?

[Cahill]
Yeah, we cuffed him
just before he woke up.

Just announced it
to the press.

Please don't spell my name wrong, okay?

[Man]
How do you spell it, Lido?

Lido Starr.
L-l-D-O S-T-A-R-R.

[Man]
What about the flour?
Tell us about the flour.

[Starr]
It tastes good.

I like it.
That...

ain't him.

This guy is a copycat, Lieutenant.

He wants to see his picture
on the 11:00 news. He—

He's not right.

Prove it.

He matches the M.O.

Even the photos of his room.
He copied 'em out of a newspaper.

They have a totally different feel.
They have a totally different feell

Orders came from downtown.
No more.

He's still out there.

It's over.

[Phone Ringing]

Yeah.

Yes.

Thank you.

Gilmore wants to see you
down at County.

He got something in the mail.

He's been withdrawn
since admission.

Tell me about the drawing.
I haven't seen it.

The ward secretary found it
on the nursing desk this evening.

Apparently, he became very agitated
as soon as he opened it.

I don't know what
his response will be.

Where is the drawing now?
Mr. Gilmore has it.
He won't give it up.

[Door Closes]

Mr. Gilmore, the detectives
have come down to get
the newspaper.

Will you give it to them?

You give it to me.

Metro booked the dude
before this paper
was published.

[Taps]
He's still out there.

[Door Opens, Closes]

Look, if we grabbed
the wrong guy, I'd say so.
But we didn't.

Lab evidence
will prove me right.

Now if you want to bring me
something to the contrary,
I'll open it up.

But until then—
Yeah? What do you want?
How many bodies you want?

You want one? You want 10? Fifteen?
'Cause this guy is rubbin' it in our faces!

Gentlemen, we got the prowler
in a cell downtown.

Now I'm not gonna alarm Greater Miami
and waste valuable police manpower...

because one tired cop
decides he's got the vibes.

End of discussion.
Captain.

This guy is gonna draw blood
this time...

and some of it's gonna get
on you.

You better get him under control
or I'm gonna place him on suspension.

He's comin' out.

Tonight.

I believe in police intuition.

I also believe in fatigue.

You pushed it hard.

Go home. Get some rest.

Didn't you hear what I said?

He's coming out tonight.

You're off duty, Crockett,
as of right now.

Sonny—

[Castillo]
Stay with him as long as necessary.
I don't want him on the street.

[Car Door Closes]

Keep the change, babe.

[Register Bell Dings,
Drawer Opens]

Sonny, you still stockin' cognac
on the St. Vitus?

Or has Elvis raided your supply?

Sonny?

This is the one.

You haven't heard a word I said.

We're off this case.

You think I'm losin' it,
don't you?

Hey look, anyone can go a little crazy
if they haven't had sleep in two weeks—

Sonny!

Gilmore.
What?

Gilmore was dialed into this guy.
He'd know.

Know what?

I got 20 pictures of houses
in the northeast grid.

I say this one is the one.

Aw, Sonny.
D—What if—What if Gilmore
picked the same one?

Sonny, Gilmore's a zombie.

If you think you're gonna have a conversation
with him over tea and Thorazine, then—

- Rico, what have I gotta do?
- Sonnyl

Tell me!
What have I gotta do?

All right. Look—
Look, look, look— Listen.
Take a—

If he doesn't pick this picture,
then we'll go home.

All right.

Okay.

Come on, Gilmore.
Come on.

Come on.

Come on, Gilmore.

Focus, damn it!
God.

He's still out there.

He's still out there, man.

He picks a house.
He picks a house.

Damn it, he's already picked one.

You gotta help me.

[Sputtering]

Crockett chose that picture?
Uh-huh.

What are we gonna do
about it?
We go.

Looks quiet.
I'll take the back.

[Doorbell Rings]

[Knocking]

Who is it?

[Knocking Continues]

- [Groaning]
- [Screams]

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

[Grunting]

[Breathing Heavily]

I'm a cop.

I'm a cop.

[Police Radio, Indistinct]

You live with me, don't you?
[Chuckling]

[Chuckles]

[Sighs]
Where do you live?
In a house.

I need the exact address.

Where the sun never shines.
I need some tinfoil.

What do you need
tinfoil for?
To protect my heart.

[Woman]
Where were you born?

I want you at a desk
for a couple of days.
[Man] In your mind.

How old are you?
Older than you.

I'm just tired, Lieutenant.
[Continues, Indistinct]

I'll be okay.

I know.

[Woman]
That'll make you sick.
I am sick.

[Shouts]

[Glass Shattering]

[Breathing Heavily]