[Siren Wailing In Distance] Ah! Yo!
[Chattering]
Get that car.
[Chattering Continues]
Mmm! Hot stuff!
Yeah, baby! [All Shouting, Indistinct]
Hey, you! Get out of here, punk! Get out of here!
Yo! Come on! [Indistinct]
Let's go. I'm gettin' that!
[Chuckles]
Switek, I have mixed feelings about telling you this, but, uh, they're gonna roll you.
All right. Reach around, scratch your rear end.
[Tubbs Laughing]
- [Dog Barks In Distance] - [Woman] You got no right!
You can't even do an honest day's work undercover in this neighborhood without—
Baby, what's happening?
[Blow Lands] [Woman Screaming, Sobbing]
[Man] Shut up! Man!
You think I'm stupid, right? You think I don't know—
No. Here they come again.
Look, kids, do you mind?
I'm trying to catch a few Z's. Get out of here. Go home.
Bye.
Damn children. Why don't they go play in the street where they belong?
[Woman Shouting] [Trudy On Radio] Sounds like they're broadcasting live from a roller derby.
What the hell's goin' on?
It's love in bloom in the next apartment. Cardboard walls.
Listen, Trudy. Go to Central frequency.
Request a uniform unit. [Man, Woman Arguing]
Reference a bad 34 next door. [Pounding On Wall]
Hello! Shut up in there!
[Pounding On Wall] [Man] Mind your damn business!
[Woman Screams] Man, oh, man, oh, man.
[Man] Shut up! Yeah, that's right, cry. Go ahead, cry.
Yeah, I want you to cry! [Woman] No!
[Sighs]
You know, our boys are over half an hour overdue.
Maybe it was a... bum tip, huh?
[Arguing Continues]
Gunrunners have flat tires too.
Yeah. [Man] I'm gonna kill you, woman!
[Thumping On Wall] [Woman] Please!
[Woman Sobbing] [Man Shouting]
[Groans] [Woman Screaming, Sobbing]
You're hurting me!
[Man] You had to run your mouth, right?
[Woman] Help!
Freeze!
- You want to talk— - Freeze! Drop that knife!
Drop it! Drop it now!
Drop the knife! [Knife Clatters]
Step back. [Floorboard Creaks]
Don't move!
[Tubbs] You, down! Down on the floor!
Oh, my God. Trudy.
Advise that unit to step it up. Oh, God.
Emergency procedure. We're gonna need an ambulance. We got a subject shot here.
Don't you move.
Hold on, damn it.
Hold on.
God!
I saw the gun behind the door.
[Sighs] God, I should have known.
I should have known that that could be her kid.
He must have been trying to protect me.
I guess... he went in the be— to the bedroom,
in the dresser.
I keep a gun there for protection.
I was just trying to scare her.
I didn't mean to hurt her.
I saw the gun behind the door.
I heard the shot, damn it.
I thought Sonny was gonna be dead.
A little boy sees his mother crying—
He just got scared, you know.
I figured...
I'd go in,
and my partner's down.
You know how many officers go down at domestic calls?
I'm sorry.
God, I'm so sorry.
I should've known.
His father—
I hadn't seen him for a while.
[Gina] Annette McAllister. A dozen convictions for prostitution.
One possession. Pled guilty. Sentence suspended.
Youth Services have nothing on her son,
and as far as the boyfriend, Walker Monroe, he's not in the computer.
The gun the boy was holding was real—very real.
A nine-millimeter Belgian Browning Hi-Power.
Your standard NATO handgun.
Well, uh, it's not registered.
Probably stolen. Put a trace through A.T.F.
We're not gonna hold her on the gun charge. You can go home.
Lieutenant, what about Sonny?
He may need some help, you know.
I'll take care of that. Thank you.
Crockett.
This is Sergeant DiLello, Psychological Services.
I understand you were in a shooting tonight, Detective. A child was involved?
I want you to talk to him.
How's the kid doing? Alive.
Lieutenant, you got to call in all our markers on this one. No plea bargain.
This guy should at least get a felonious assault rap on this one.
She's not gonna press charges.
The D.A. Not gonna prosecute?
Not without her help.
I'm going to the hospital. I don't think your partner should drive.
I can drive fine.
All right?
Look, DiLello, I know what you can do, and if I need you, I'll call you, okay? Why don't you take a few days off?
Come on, guys. Don't do this to me.
It's tough enough. If you'll just leave it alone, it'll be okay.
It's not that simple, is it?
You can't just leave it alone, Detective, 'cause it won't leave you alone.
Three minutes or three years, it keeps coming back, unless you work through it.
Work through what?
I'm responsible. I did it. My finger was on the trigger,
and I can't pull the bullet back into the gun, now can I?
So work through what?
[Sighs] You coming?
You too.
Anytime. I'm around.
You're driving.
Okay.
[Air Hissing]
[Woman On P.A.] Dr. Porter— How's he doing, Doc?
Your bullet lodged in the atrium.
The wound bled into the covering of the heart,
a condition we call cardiac tamponade.
Makes it almost impossible for the heart to function.
Look. Whatever it takes.
If there's a problem with money, you just tell me how much it is, and I'll find it.
Well, you know, the county covers most of the routine expenses in something like this.
Considering the boy's condition, there's not much point in taking extraordinary measures.
This kid is the President of the United States.
I understand your concern. We've done everything.
Everything you'd do for the president?
You see, 'cause I figure 13-year-old Jeffrey McAllister from Overtown,
with no money, no insurance—
He might not get the same treatment as everybody else.
He's getting the same treatment as everybody else, Detective.
That's not what I said, is it?
I don't know how you treat everybody else in here.
But I expect you to treat him...
like the whole world is watching, because I'm watching.
The president.
[Woman On P.A.] Dr. Malick, Emergency, please. Dr. Malick.
I know what you gotta be thinking. No, you don't.
'Cause if you did, you'd be in Cleveland.
It ain't your fault, man.
We know whose fault it is, brother.
And we're gonna do everything we can to get that lady to press charges.
You gotta understand, brother.
I've been out of work for nine months.
My woman's been turning tricks.
It takes the heart out of a man, and I just lose it sometimes.
I've been seeing a social worker.
[Woman On P.A.] Miss Hanson to reception area, please. Miss Hanson.
You touch her again, you won't need a social worker.
[Woman On TV] A spokesman for the councilman said he didn't think the revelation...
would hurt his chances for reelection.
A tragic shooting in the Overtown district tonight.
An unidentified policeman trying to settle a domestic dispute...
shot and critically wounded a 13-year-old child.
Young Jeffrey McAllister apparently picked up a handgun to protect his mother.
Community leaders are asking for the suspension of the officer pending an investigation of the incident.
A close call for passengers aboard the luxury liner Caribbean Queen out of Miami today.
A fire broke out in the ship's kitchen five miles out to sea.
Now the weather.
[Continues, Indistinct]
I've got him on every kind of machine known to mankind, but—
[Chuckles] What I need now is some blood.
Type "O." What do you say? Type "A."
Trudy, what blood you got? AB. Sorry.
Switek? Uh, needles make me nervous.
What time?
3:00. Thanks.
Trudy, um, let me ask you something.
Are you still, um— Are you still seeing that defensive coach for the Dolphins?
You want blood from the Dolphins? No, no, no.
I want a hat or a jacket or something to, you know, cheer him up. Oh, yeah. That'd be nice.
Thanks. Crockett.
What are you doing here?
Well, Lieutenant, if I didn't have so damn much work to do—
I mean, we still got paperwork on the Kangalos case, and—
and, uh, the D.A. Wants me and Tubbs to sit down and—
I'd rather just work.
All right. Finish it up.
Listen up, everybody. We have another bombing.
Early this morning over at Holiday's shooting gallery.
Great. Arms dealers at war. Payback, huh?
My snitch tells me that the reason the gunrunners didn't show up at the stakeout?
Because Holiday's men met 'em in West Miami and relieved 'em of the shipment.
You got three bombings in Overtown this month.
A hooker killed. We got 10-bag peddlers being knocked off every day.
New blood moving in on Holiday.
Yeah, he understands the competition.
I say we just move in and shake him down.
Yeah, we might even shake loose some of those guns they ripped off yesterday.
Let's say we become the new buyers on the block. Stay on him.
[Siren Wailing In Distance] [Aerosol Spraying]
Hey, pretty ladies.
[Crockett, Tubbs Shouting]
[Rock On Jukebox] [Shouting Continues]
[Tubbs] What are you staring at? On the bar!
What are you doing? Get your head on the bar! Head on the bar.
When I say head on the bar, I mean kiss it. Hey, chill out, brother.
Street says you got something that belongs to us, Holiday— some guns.
You better try some other turf, 'cause I don't know nothin' about no guns, man.
Oh, wrong answer, pal.
[Patrons Gasping]
You are not walking away from this, man.
Wrong again! [Tubbs] Burnett! Hey!
- Do it! Do it! - Hey, be cool!
Just be cool.
- Burnett! It's bad manners to insult our host. - [Spits]
What are you looking at? Get your head on that bar.
Listen, Holiday, man.
This is one of those "absolutely, positively had to be delivered overnight" situations, you understand?
Hey, man, our supplier didn't come through.
You understand? So our customers are very unhappy.
We're taking it at both ends, man, and it's hurting.
If you got a problem with a supplier,
then maybe you should change suppliers.
Sound like a sales pitch. I'm listening.
Say I could... tie you in with someone who could...
replace your missing shipment.
Guns for money.
Look, I don't care who they come from, just as long as I get 'em.
- I'm down if you are. - I'm down.
See, everybody? Friends for all times.
Reliability, man, is a high priority.
Now, if they're not reliable and you are—
Like the man said, you got to know the turf.
New talent on town?
Come in from Chicago.
And they think they own a piece of the rock.
- They don't. - [Chuckles]
Let's do some business then.
Thank you, everybody. Have a good day.
Everybodyjust be cool.
[Crockett] I'm really sorry I messed up you girls'card game.
Y'all have a nice day.
The man had guns to sell.
We were doing him a favor. He would've come around without the bruises.
It all came out in the wash, didn't it?
Look, if you can't work, man, just stay away...
and deal with the kid in the hospital.
But don't almost screw up an undercover situation.
Hey, man, if you don't like the way I work, why don't you get somebody else next time?
You can ask for Switek or—
[Siren Wailing In Distance]
Rico, man, I'm sorry.
Hey, Sonny, man, I'm in this with you.
You can't be.
Man, it's like trying to hold two volleyballs underwater.
It can't be done for long.
You can't answer the questions I keep asking myself.
You can't answer mine either.
Like, why was it you who went next door and not me, huh?
[Sighs]
Don't shut me out now, partner.
[Engine Starts]
God, Walker, I sure could use a new door.
Do you know how long it took the landlord to fix the sink?
This is for the hospital.
We don't want them looking into the welfare files.
And don't go spendin' it on no doors.
Walker, I hate those places. All those sick people.
I might catch something. Look, you gotta go, baby, 'cause it's the right thing to do.
Now bring it to Daddy.
You know I love you, don't you?
No matter what.
You gonna be okay, baby.
[Whimpers] Just as long as you keep taking care of business.
[Gasping] I did everything you said, Walker.
You've been fine so far, baby.
[Whimpering] That's why you still alive.
[Tires Squealing]
[Shouting] [Woman] Boys!
Sonny.
Hi, Caroline.
You should have called.
Nice to see you too.
You must've driven all night.
[Sighs]
Well, come in.
Billy.
Dad?
Well, come here.
[Man] Morning.
Bob Ballard.
You must be Sonny. I've heard a lot about you.
Yeah. Wish I could say the same.
People are scared out there.
If a police officer shoots a defenseless child—
The child was armed with a loaded fully automatic handgun and ready to fire.
That has been clearly established. But this ain't the first time, man.
This officer can not be allowed to— Investigation is continuing,
and if we find the detective has acted improperly,
appropriate charges will be filed.
We got the right to know who this man is! [Castillo] No, you don't.
You got a mother whose boy is near death.
You got to give these people something.
You can't shield this man forever.
- He will not be identified. - Then suspend him!
I will suspend him if it's warranted,
but not to give these people something.
He misses you.
[Bob] Okay. I guess we're all set here.
Well, you ready, sport?
Yep. You two guys have a good time now.
Okay. Let's hit it.
That's your new car?
I remember when you were s— so little I could hold you in my two hands.
I love you, Billy.
You know that, don't you? Sure.
[Crockett] It's been a long time, Billy.
[Billy] It's okay.
[Crockett] You remember when—
Remember when you and your mom were at home last time, and you almost got—
you almost got hurt?
Well, I started thinking then that maybe...
y'all would be better off if—
you know, if I stayed away for a while and let you get a good chance at a new life.
Whatever.
What does that mean? Nothing.
I'm just trying to say, Billy, l— I was worried about you.
So I don't get to see you because you're worried about me?
Bob and Mom are gonna get married, you know?
He said he wants to adopt me.
Who's your new face?
I kind of figured you didn't hit it off too well with my friend Burnett.
You noticed, huh? Yeah.
Now, look. This here is my main weapons man.
He makes sure I get what I pay for.
That's the magic word, brah. Pay.
Now, if I can see the green—
No problem.
100, a thousand times.
Yeah. That's the right color.
[Switek] Plastiques?
C.I.A. Bound for glory in Nicaragua.
Well, let's take a look.
[Tool Clattering]
[Hammer Cocks]
We got a deal.
- Everybody freeze! - [Man] Miami Vice! Freeze!
Drop your weapons! Let's go! Move it! Move it!
Don't move!
- [Tubbs] Hey, man. It's a setup! - Come on. You know the routine.
Hey, Holiday, is this your idea of reliability?
Holiday, you gonna get yours! Where'd you say your friend was tonight, huh, brah?
- I said you gonna get yours, sucker! - [Man] Don't try it.
I want a full inventory. I want federal people to know what we got here.
U.S. Plastics will be thrilled about getting their toys back.
Let them know we can link them with this new Chicago outfit.
Coordinate it with Chicago P.D.
[Gina] Why would a gang suddenly move to Miami from Chicago?
- Because it's cold there. - Lieutenant.
Over here.
Isn't this a Belgian Browning Hi-Power? Yeah.
Same kind of gun Sonny's kid had.
Twice in a week?
You don't see these kind of handguns twice in a year.
Get some men and start opening up these crates.
You heard the lieutenant. Get a crowbar. Start opening the crates.
[Caroline] This is not the way I wanted it. [Crockett] Oh, I get it.
A little light dinner conversation, then you pop the adoption out with dessert. Is that it?
I would have told you about it, after you got to know Bob.
- My son, Caroline. He's my son! - But he has a family now!
Bob is here for him.
- Where were you when he was having his tonsils out? - Oh, man.
What about Little League— You took him, Caroline! Damn it, you took him!
Look. Bob wants to be his father.
If your concern is only for Billy,
you'd let him be adopted and have a full-time dad.
[Monitor Beeping]
Hey, Sonny, we missed you yesterday. You okay?
Yeah.
You all right, Sonny?
Yeah. I'm fine. I'm okay.
You okay, partner?
[Clears Throat] Can I have everybody's attention, please?
This is the official "I'm okay" report.
I'm okay. Okay?
Thank you. Okay.
[Rings]
Crockett. [Castillo] Will you come in and see me in my office right now?
- I was just worried. - [Sighs]
Where were you yesterday?
I took a ride to Ocala to see my kid.
You didn't call. [Chuckles]
That's funny. That's what my ex-wife said. You two been talking?
You in or out? [Sighs]
You said I could have a couple of days off. I took 'em.
I should've called. I didn't. I'm sorry. I'm back.
You're off the street.
You can't do that.
So is this the way the department stands behind me?
A few self-appointed community spokesmen...
raise a little dust, and I'm on my tail for the winter.
Is that the idea?
Department cleared you.
So...
I'm off the hook.
With the department.
- But not with the community. - Not with yourself, Sonny.
DiLello called you.
What does he want me to say?
What do you want me to say? I'd like to see you up there.
I shot the kid.
I shot him. He may die. It was my gun.
I can't pull the bullet back in there!
And there's nothing that you say or anybody says or— No shrink is gonna change that!
You can't run in a closet and lose yourself in guilt.
It's my responsibility. I'm responsible.
And if it's not me, then who the hell is it?
- Who is it? - All right.
The bullet left the gun.
It was your gun.
Your finger on the trigger. You pulled the trigger.
Now, live with the responsibility.
It's gonna scar you, eat you,
burn you inside.
And it should.
But you got work to do that you care about.
People are depending on that.
You got people who care for you, Sonny, like me.
Don't lose yourself.
Keep on going.
[Monitor Beeping]
[Footsteps] [Door Opens]
Detective Crockett?
[Clears Throat] I've been waiting...
for him to move.
A finger, a... toe.
Anything. He's stable.
That's more than I expected.
Detective, you asked me to tell you if there's any problem about money.
[Groans] I can probably come up with 5,000 more. Um—
Well, actually, there's too much money.
The mother's been paying for the bills in cash...
even though the hospital is gonna be reimbursed.
Cash?
That woman can barely afford groceries.
Where the hell's she getting that kind of money?
The, uh, front office asked me to return your check.
Rico.
Do you buy Miss McAllister's neighbors in Overtown...
raising thousands of dollars in cash forJeffrey?
[Chuckles] I doubt if Miss McAllister's neighbors can afford to buy candy at Halloween.
Then how in the hell is she paying for his hospital bills in cash?
Well, here's another question for Miss McAllister.
When we hit Holiday's warehouse yesterday,
we discovered some military weapons.
Belgian Browning, Hi-Power?
Another one? Castillo thought it was quite strange too.
So we looked over the A.T.F. Trace on Miss McAllister's gun, and it turns out...
the manufacturer's lot numbers are parallel.
Yeah, both guns are from the same shipment.
Hijacked last November in Baltimore.
Baltimore? We've been working with Chicago P.D.
We had information that our gunrunners were from Chicago.
Well, they are, but these guys are franchising like burger stands now.
Gangs that used to stay home to protect their neighborhood turf...
are being organized into sophisticated national distribution groups.
Yesterday Chicago requested all available information on your McAllister gun.
Prints came back with a positive I.D.
Jeffrey McAllister's prints were on file in Chicago?
Not exactly.
God be with you, sister.
I'm praying for you, sister. Don't worry about a thing.
- We're all praying for you. - [Congregation] Amen.
[Man] Oh, yes, Lord. [Congregation] Yes, Lord.
Amen. Amen.
[Chattering]
Wait a minute, brother. You're in the house of the Lord.
What are you trying to pull off here, lady?
Who is that kid in the hospital? 'Cause it ain'tJeffrey McAllister.
[Murmuring] You know that.
Is there a Jeffrey McAllister? Or is he a figment of your imagination? Or yours?
There's all these prayers aboutJeffrey, and there is noJeffrey.
What? [Murmuring]
Look, I think we should take this outside and talk about it.
- The boy has a right to his real name. - Hey, man, you shot him. You tried to take away his life.
That's right. I'm trying to figure out who this boy is.
Then you shotJeffrey McAllister! [All Shouting]
The boy's a 13-year-old runaway. Racine, Wisconsin.
Real name is Gordon Cavis, alias Crossbones.
He has outstanding warrants— assault, burglary and murder in Chicago.
He's a member of a South Side street gang named the Bandits.
These gangs are known to use the younger juveniles to commit the more serious crimes.
Murder is the rite of passage.
And if they're caught, nobody's gonna send a 13-year-old to the chair.
Makes you wonder where the parents are.
Do we know how this, uh, Jeffrey McAllister thing got started or why?
Not yet.
Still,
for you to go into a situation...
that was as obviously incendiary as that—
People could have been hurt.
Somebody had to speak for the kid.
Doesn't matter if he's a killer from Chicago or just a kid from Overtown.
He's a child.
And I shot him.
And when I did, he...
became a part of me for the rest of my life.
Now they've used him and lied about him and put him on display in public...
like, uh, he was some damn freak in a carnival show.
Somebody had to speak for that boy.
- So I did. - A nice thing to do for him, Detective.
Lieutenant, I want to bring in Annette McAllister and Walker Monroe for questioning.
Sounds like a good idea.
These guys aren't gonna join the parade, Rico.
They're not gonna walk away from this one like all the other street maggots...
that we bust and beat us home for breakfast.
These two pay retail.
Before you go out here and do yourJohn Wayne,
just remember that you owe me.
- What do you mean, owe you? - You owe me your life.
Your presence in that seat, man.
Look, I love you, man.
You know, I don't want to go out here...
and have to say a speech about the short but meaningful life of one Sonny Crockett...
in front of a collection of family and friends.
[Train Brakes Squealing]
You know the first thing I thought— [Sighs]
Was, " If he's gone, who gets the car?"
[Screams] Who you been talking to this time, woman?
L-I didn't do it, Walker. I didn't— Then how did he know?
How did he know? I didn't say anything!
Just like it wasn't you told Holiday when we were moving the guns, right?
No! It wasn't me! All you had to do was keep your mouth shut.
No! But you couldn't do that.
Your little mouth is always working,
and now I'm gonna put that out of business. [Screams]
[Gasps]
- Good night, Annette. - [Grunts]
[Groans]
[Annette] Jeffrey McAllister.
Can you believe it?
Walker made up that name.
Made up the whole thing...
while we was on the floor...
after you shot that boy.
He's not your son?
Son. [Scoffs]
No.
I don't have no son.
That was Walker's idea.
I just did what he said.
He didn't want nobody to know why we was fighting.
And what were you fighting about, Miss McAllister?
When Holiday found out I was seeing Walker,
he picked me up one day and started asking me a lot of questions.
I just want to be left alone. You know.
I don't care nothing about no guns.
Walker found out you were telling Holiday about the guns.
When you broke down the door that day,
I swear I thought Walker and that boy were gonna kill me.
He will kill you... unless we stop him now.
Do you know where we can find him?
Miami Vice!
I got him!
[Man Vocalizing]
[Groans]
[Continues]
[Man Singing]
[Gunshot]
[Panting]
[Grunting]
- [Annette] Help! - Freeze!
Freeze! Drop that knife! Drop it!
Drop it now! [Echoing]
I don't know who your dad is...
or what he did to make you run away.
Maybe it's... what he didn't do.
Maybe he's the one that did the running.
Maybe it's... like with me and Billy.
What do you think, Gordon?
Am I being selfish?
Is he better off...
if I just stay out of his life?
What would you tell your dad?
You know, Son—
You know and I know I haven't been exactly Dad of the Year.
In fact, I've been pretty much a failure.
But, Son, I believe there's some real value in growing up...
knowing what's real and what isn't in this world.
Billy, we're a part of each other.
We can't pretend that isn't true,
even if it makes everybody's lives more comfortable.
So nobody's adopting you.
You're my son.
I'm your dad.
I'm gonna do the best I can.
Maybe that'll be good enough. Maybe it won't.
Maybe in, uh, a few years you'll look back and think I failed you.
But I'll tell you one thing.
You're gonna know that I did the best I could.
Son, you're gonna know I love you.
I promise you that.
That I promise you.