"Friends, we are gathered here on this occasion... to join together this young man and woman in the bonds of holy matrimony." "This is both a joyous and serious occasion." "The exchange of rings is symbolic of the bonds of matrimony... one that signifies a transformation of your individual selves... as God's picked representatives of.... ...purified and beloved of God, himself." "As the ring encircles your finger, let love encircle your heart." "...kindness, humble in mind." "If there is anyone present who knows any reason... why this man and this woman should not be joined.... ...and be most patient...." "Guide them by your word... to serve you all the days of their lives." "Dear Lord, strengthen Deborah and Michael with the gift of your spirit." "I now pronounce you husband and wife." "Thank you, it's wonderful to see you." "You look very beautiful." "Excuse me." "Excuse me." "Mr. Prosecutor." "Larry." "It was a lovely wedding, you should be very proud." "Even got a little choked up there for a minute myself." "You?" "There's not a judge in town that will believe that." "Now, don't use it against me in court, huh?" "Buy you a drink." "We can't leave without saying good-bye." "Robert, we're on our way." "Just wanted to say congratulations and thanks." "So soon?" "Yeah." "Can't have too good a time." "Everybody back at the monastery gets jealous." "Here's the father of the bride." "It's picture time." "How can I refuse?" "How are you, Crockett?" "Those that have given their statements are free to go." "We ask you not to discuss your statements with anyone else or any other witnesses." "Crockett... if there's anything I can do to help...." "Sure." "If we catch the guy, I'll give him your number." "What is your problem?" "I don't dig seeing my friends get killed." "Or don't you remember?" "Langley and I were very close." "Yeah?" "How close were you to Grainy?" "I was this close." "What's this got to do with Grainy?" "I filed a motion, the judge declared a mistrial." "Take it up with him." "Don't read me the record, pal." "There aren't any technicalities to hide behind on the street." "I had to stand there and watch Grainy bleed to death." "Your partner's got some great timing." "How about we shelve this till after the funeral?" "You want to fill me in?" "I was showing the ropes to this... this new kid, Grainy, a few years ago." "It was our first week under." "Our first week." "We were working some Rastas." "They tried to pull a rip." "The kid got nervous...." "They shot him in the face twice with a .45." "I collared the guy and tuned him up a bit." "Mr. "Hotshot" Thurmond... got him a mistrial on some... shaky, due process rap." "The guy just had a kid." "His wife freaked." "It was a nightmare." "Come on, Sonny, let's get out of here." "Yeah, all right." "Let me give this supplemental to homicide." "The word from the hospital confirms what you've already heard." "Assistant State Attorney Richard Langley is dead." "He was one of us." "He used to open doors for me at the courthouse." "I liked him." "Two other people were killed along with Langley." "Sisters, in their teens." "Bridesmaids in a wedding they were all attending." "Crockett and Tubbs are still on the scene." "Any I.D. on the shooter?" "Caucasian male, but no positive I.D." "Who would want to kill Langley?" "Was it something personal?" "No." "Then what?" "Richard Langley, for the past six months, has been guiding the D.E.A. efforts... to bring pressure against Jean Faber's outfit." "French Canadian connection." "Is Faber that crazy he'd put a hit out on a state's attorney?" "Le Loup, a nightclub up by Fort Lauderdale." "State's attorney's office says that Faber's people have been spotted there." "I want you to work it, hard." "It was you." "It was you, wasn't it?" "Are you crazy, man?" "What are you talking about?" "If you think Faber is going to approve of this...." "That's not your business, is it?" "You ever killed a man, Marcel?" "No, you don't have the guts." "No guts in there at all." "Hey." "Come on, tough guy, show me." "Not here." "Parlez-vous français?" "Polly want a cracker?" "You ain't got nothing on me." "Nothing." "Oh, yeah, but you've got something on you." "Qu'est-ce que c'est, buddy?" "You're under arrest for the possession of narcotics." "Possession?" "You made my night." "Well, you have the right to remain silent." "Hey, come on, one gram." "It's a joke." "You're a lawyer, figure something out." "What about the actual arrest?" "Did he fail to read you your rights, or threaten you in anyway?" "Nice suit, very nice." "I should be out of here by now." "I don't like to speak no evil of the dead, but you become a crusader like Langley... and things are bound to happen, know what I mean?" "You're talking about murder here." "Three people." "Two of them teenagers." "Yeah, well what do you expect?" "Twins are bad luck." "Twins?" "How do you know they were twins?" "I read it in the papers." "The paper only said they were sisters." "Maybe I heard it on the radio." "Where were you last night before Le Loup?" "I was having dinner at Duke's." "Hey, where do you get off asking me that?" "Just do the job Faber is paying you to do, understand?" "Just do your damn job." "Keep the reins tight, Marcie, so he knows where to go." "Won't that hurt his mouth?" "No, Popcorn wants you to tell him what to do." "Like all your boyfriends will when you grow up." "Bonjour, Monsieur _hurmon_." "Hi, princess." "Larry." "I know I'm interrupting." "No, I wish you'd come by more often." "Speculating isn't your style." "Even Sagot's alibi about being at Duke's is phony, Jean." "And murdering two children and an assistant state's attorney isn't your style." "All right." "Suppose a certain irresponsible young man... took it upon himself to do this thing." "Supposing that was the case, that's not your business." "Langley was my friend." "Did you know he was looking into our affairs?" "I could have protected you legally." "Beautiful conformation." "Listen, Jean." "You helped with the firm, you've been very generous... but I cannot represent these people anymore." "These people are me, Larry." "I realize your personal involvement here will pass." "No, I don't think so." "After these many years... is it a matter of conscience?" "It's very simple, I want out." "Now." "I mean it, Jean." "That's impossible, Larry." "If Sagot is charged with anything further..." "I know you will take care of him." "Crockett, you're in early this morning." "I see you didn't get any sleep last night, either." "Langley was good people." "At least he played by the rules." "You grab any breakfast?" "We got a briefing in a half hour." "What briefing?" "Lieutenant wants an eyewitness report on what happened last night... in the strategy room." "You saw what I saw." "Can you handle it for me?" "If I have to." "And if he asks for you?" "Tell him I went to see my therapist." "300 out of 300." "I'm impressed, Crockett." "Set them up again." "Again?" "Set them up again, I want to run it." "Okay, Tommy, what's the story this time?" "Sonny boy, are you familiar with the expression..." ""a carburetor is like a good woman"?" "Tommy." "A carburetor is like a good woman because... if you don't make constant delicate adjustments, she'll choke you to death." "I adjusted your carbs and I did some other stuff... and the ticket's on the front seat." "Wait a minute." "What other stuff?" "Sonny, when did I ever, ever, ever overcharge you?" "How the hell should I know?" "You're the only one that works on this car!" "I'm the best, Sonny, it's a fact." "Tommy?" "You rang?" "$600?" "You want to know something, Crockett?" "Not if it's gonna cost me another $600." "I'm doing pretty much the same work on this car here... but this car belongs to a rich lawyer." "I'm charging him more." "Fair, but more." "And if you tell him, I'll kill you." "Why should I tell him?" "Well, he said he was a friend of yours." "The rich lawyer, Thurmond." "Great." "Yeah, Crockett." "The man responsible for the death... of State's Attorney Richard Langley... is Philippe Sagot." "He was arrested last night for possession of narcotics." "Who is this?" "Hello." "Philippe Sagot's file." "Zito yanked him out of a fight at that French Canadian joint last night." "I was thinking we could run down the guys he was fighting with." "Well, the hit man had curly hair and a moustache." "Maybe a disguise." "You have nothing." "Just an anonymous tip." "Homicide's got less." "I want to chase it." "Briefly." "Yeah, get me Zito." "A little item here you didn't mention to Castillo." "What's that?" "When Zito bagged Sagot... the guy he used to defend him was Larry Thurmond." "Zito." "You're wasting my time." "I haven't seen Sagot in months." "How many times do I have to tell you this, guys?" "I haven't seen Sagot in months, maybe a year." "How's your neck, Marcel?" "Remember this guy?" "I think the last time you saw him, you were something like this, weren't you?" "Like that?" "Now if you've got something to say, pal, you better spit it out." "Who made the call, Marcel?" "If you're holding back on me, pal, you and I are gonna have a real problem." "You don't understand." "Sagot is crazy." "Crazy enough to kill Langley at his daughter's wedding?" "Maybe." "What do you mean, maybe?" "What are you saying?" "Hey, Crockett." "Man, come on, be cool." "Hey, be cool." "What are you saying, man?" "I just said maybe." "I don't want to say nothing else until I have my lawyer." "Look, we're gonna protect you." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "Right." "Like you protected your attorney?" "No, merci." "Get him out of here." "I'm getting too old for these games." "Yeah." "I think Sagot is our man." "And it should have been homicide's case." "Here we are, back at square one." "No evidence and nobody left to talk to." "Except Thurmond." "Well, what's he gonna tell us?" "No." "I'm gonna tell him... that we think his ex-client murdered his best friend." "It looks good." "Thanks." "It's really been crazy around here with the opening and all." "You know, I forgot I have to be downtown in a few minutes, I...." "Larry, why did you call?" "Come on, this was the deal breaker in the divorce." "And I found this in one of my casebooks." "I know you don't like photographs of yourself, but...." "The only fish I ever caught." "Larry, is everything really okay?" "How's the practice?" "It's not everything anymore." "Well, maybe there should be a law that we have to be 38... before we make the decisions we make when we're 28." "Good idea." "And I bet you Larry's just the guy to come up with the precedent for it." "What are you doing here?" "Detective, you two still at it?" "If you'd return your calls, you'd know." "Can't it wait?" "No." "Sorry, Alecia." "I have to be going anyway, Larry." "Thanks for everything, really." "I'll try calling you later, okay?" "Take care." "What?" "Your client, Philippe Sagot." "My former client." "Whatever." "I think he's gonna need your services again." "We got a tip." "We checked it out with some people." "He killed Langley." "And?" "What do you mean, "and"?" "That's all you have for evidence?" "A tip and some hearsay?" "I'm telling you that he's our number one suspect." "Does it matter to you at all that, through your manipulations of the system... you cut loose the guy who killed your best friend?" "Yeah, it matters to me." "Now what do you expect me to do about it?" "Nothing." "Not a damn thing." "What did you do?" "Did you trade in your conscience when you passed the bar?" "You've been running up a big phone bill." "Thurmond met with him at Le Loup." "They talked for approximately an hour at the beach... and then we lost Sagot after he dropped Thurmond back at the club." "We figure that Thurmond told Sagot we got a tip... which explains why Marcel got hit last night." "Interesting theory." "Bring me a case." "Someone dropped a dime on me." "It had to be Marcel." "I don't give a damn about Marcel." "I care about the business, the heat you're attracting." "What heat?" "The cops can't touch me." "They pop me now and they blow their case." "They got no probable cause." "Where did you hear that?" "From Thurmond." "He came by last night to set me down." "He says, "In case anything goes down...."" "I told him everything about the hit." "He says they got no hard evidence." "So I got nothing to worry about." "I don't care what he says." "I want you to disappear for a while." "Bien." "Make it soon." "Forget him." "I want Thurmond taken care of." "A little joy ride, Mr. Thurmond?" "No." "A little high-altitude meditation." "Very pretty, mademoiselle." "In case I lose you cops, here's our afternoon." "Bal Harbor to buy some luggage... then down to the Palms for a haircut, just a little trim on the edge." "If you think I need it." "Take everything off above the neck." "I'm taking a little plane trip out of the country tomorrow." "What do you say you come along as a carryon luggage?" "Why don't you stick around?" "We'll send you on a vacation." "I'll send you a postcard." "Do you think this guy practices at being a tubesteak?" "What did you do trade in your conscience... when you passed the bar?" "He killed Langley." "You cut loose the guy that killed your best friend?" "Now what do you expect me to do about it?" "They couldn't even find Thurmond's body." "The way those currents are out there, I'm surprised they found anything at all." "Any mention of sabotage?" "There wasn't enough left." "Maybe Thurmond and his clients weren't as tight as you think." "I'm out of this pop stand." "Looks like Sagot's gonna make that plane." "Night all." "Good night, Trudy." "Trudy...." "Keep dreaming." "Crockett." "Hello?" "Copy all this down very carefully... and you will have enough to convict Philippe Sagot... for the murder of Richard Langley." "Put a trace on this call." "Another tip." "Same guy, same voice." "This is Tubbs." "I need a pen register on our office line, ext. 220." "The gun that he used was a .9 mm, semi-automatic pistol." "It is now in a safe-deposit box at first Miami... on 51st, under the name of Collier." "The caterer's uniform was stolen a week before the murder... from the Benton Caterer's at 3100 Princeton Avenue." "We got it." "I was off when these fellows checked in, so I ain't never seen them." "Hey, it's okay, Lucy, baby, it's only the police." "He has a problem with cops." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Hey, Crockett, come here." "He calls from anywhere and triggers the calls." "Smart dude." "Copy all this down very carefully... and you will have enough to convict Philippe Sagot... for the murder of Richard Langley." "Man, this is taking too long." "Relax, man." "Zito should have a warrant any minute." "Yeah, he should." "Then he's still got to drill the box at the bank." "How much time we got?" "According to the travel agent..." "Sagot's plane leaves at 9:15." "Great, that leaves us a whole 45 minutes." "Man, if it was up to me I'd grab him, gun or no gun." "State attorney says we need the gun for probable cause." "This guy killed Langley, Lieutenant, and if we let him get on that plane... we got a chance in hell of him coming back." "Yeah?" "Then he's gone." "Zito's got the warrant." "He's on the way to the bank." "Crockett, don't move in until Zito I.D# s the gun." "Get me backup!" "Man, oh, man, how long can it take to drill a safe-deposit box?" "I don't know." "Zito better get his act together soon." "He spotted me." "You better do something in a hurry." "Everybody stay cool, I'll tell you when." "Yeah?" "Sonny, we got the gun." "Everybody, go!" "Everybody, go!" "This is the police." "Cut your engines and stop the boat." "Cut your engines, or we will fire." "Blink and you're mine." "Trout and white wine, that's all I'm eating for a week." "Tommy, I need the story on this car right now." "God, it's terrible." "Young guy, had everything going for him." "Boom, gonesville." "Yeah, when Thurmond came in, did he say anything or do anything weird?" "Well, he paid me up-front, that was pretty weird." "And he said if he wasn't back in a couple of days to pick up the car... that I should call this Alecia woman and have her pick up the car... which I am going to do first thing after lunch." "Tommy, come on now, was there anything else?" "As a matter of fact, yeah." "He said you guys should be coming by and would I give you a package." "So the messenger delivered it." "I signed for it." "Where?" "I signed for it here." "Where?" "The package, where is it?" "It's in the front seat where I keep the tickets." "He's giving us Faber." "He's giving us the whole operation." "Signed affidavits." "We got enough here to put him away for 25 years." "Thurmond is alive." "Yeah." "Now we're gonna find him and bring him back." "This time he's gonna be a witness, pal." "Yeah." "Thanks, Tommy." "See you." "What's the matter with you?" "Save it for your new lawyer, Faber." "We've got the book on you." "Read him his rights." "He's gonna need them." "I still can't believe it." "No one else could have made those calls... no one else knew what he knew." "You said the last phone call came after the crash." "Larry couldn't have placed the call." "Yes." "But he could have recorded the message earlier... and then anyone could have triggered the machine." "What difference would that make now?" "Not a lot, unless that plane crash was no accident." "I don't think it was." "He came by to say good-bye." "What do you mean?" "The day you came here... he came by out of the blue to bring me this present." "And he gave me this." "The happiest I've ever seen him was on this dumb island." "Where was this?" "Rum Cay." "It's near Bimini." "Thank you." "I mean, if you wanted to really cool out... wouldn't you pick the one place that turns you on?" "Yeah, I would have bet the farm." "Three laps around this sandbox is enough for me." "How?" "Yeah, let's pick it up where you parachuted." "J A rubber raft to Bimini seaplane to here." "I can't go back." "Guess again, bucko." "Didn't I give you enough evidence to put Sagot and Faber away?" "Yeah." "But you know what they say in law school:" ""Nothing beats live testimony."" "Crockett I gave up everything." "If you're looking for sympathy from me, buddy... you're knocking on the wrong door." "You chose your clients." "Yeah, you're right." "It got so that I couldn't look at myself in the mirror anymore." "That, and the fact that I was settling an old score... with a guy that I always thought was a good cop." "I'll get my things." "You think this makes us even?" "No, not at all." "It's just the best that I had to offer." "The hell with it." "You want to be dead?" "Bang." "You're dead."