[Girl Crying Softly, Whimpering]
[Crying, Whimpering Continues]
[Man, High-pitched Voice] You look so pretty. Yes, you do.
Don't cry. This is gonna make you feel so pretty too,
just like the belle of the ball.
I promise. Don't cry.
Yeah!
Be careful now.
[Crying, Whimpering Continue]
Don't hurt her.
Be gentle.
[Whimpering Intensifies]
Oh, this will make her feel better.
[Normal Voice] Now I can take that nasty tape off your pretty mouth. Oh, yeah.
[High-pitched Voice] You're hurting her! [Normal Voice] Don't worry.
I can make it feel all better with just one little kiss.
Mr. Cooper? I'm Burnett. He's Cooper.
Mr. Burnett. Yeah.
Mr. Palmo. Burnett, Cooper.
Which one of you is the legal genius?
I have a law degree.
You can move money legally all around the world?
Advice on international currency and banking laws.
What I'm paid for. Your friend?
Mr. Cooper is vice president in charge of collections.
You come with good credentials, but, um, I like personal relationships,
so you're gonna be my guests for a while until I get to know you.
You'll enjoy yourselves. There's a party almost every night.
Well, gee, Mr. Palmo, we didn't bring our toothbrushes.
Toothbrushes, tuxedos,
companionship.
It's all here.
Well, I guess we could rough it.
This way, gentlemen.
Sweet dreams, angel.
There we go. Semi-elegant.
I hate the color of my toothbrush.
Want mine? No. Mine's the same color.
Well, we've made it into the castle of the king of drug land, and we haven't lost our heads yet.
This is good.
Now all we have to do is wait for our heavy friend who's in court to come and speak to us in code.
Yeah, and ask us if it rains every day in Miami. Give me a break.
[Knocking] Come in.
Hi. I see you've got your tuxes and a toothbrush.
You must be the companionship.
Mr. Palmo asked me...
to invite you both down to join the party.
My name's Arlene.
[Laughs]
Well, we're party people, Arlene. It's gonna be a very enjoyable evening.
[Clamoring]
This is the third teenage girl who's turned up strangled, assaulted and pumped full of cocaine.
What kind of monster do we have here? [Woman] And the dolls and the matching costumes?
What's Vice got to do with it? You gonna tell us these kids were hookers?
I'm looking at the only whores in this investigation.
You got plenty to keep your readers turned on.
Get off my back.
It's a homicide, Jarell. Not anymore.
This is Mr. Taggert from the D.A. Office.
The mayor feels that since the bodies have been found saturated with cocaine,
that your department could be of some help.
I want you to shake up your beat, Castillo—
the dealers, the pushers, the users.
We have an investigation that's taken months to put into place.
Some of my best people are undercover.
They need the support of the rest of the unit.
The mayor feels that the whole city is on the line.
We're not talking a drop in the tourist trade.
I'll see what I can do.
My chef won a free gastronomique in Paris...
for the way he prepares this dish.
Well, that's just thrilling, Mr. Palmo,
and we've really enjoyed sharing these finer things in life with you these past three days,
but, uh, when are we gonna get down to business? [Gulping]
Cyrus, that's a Château Latour, 1934. It's meant to be sipped,
not gulped like a can of beer.
Well, I wish it was beer.
I mean, this Miami weather's the pits. I mean, it is hot.
I done sweat through four shirts a day down here, and I'm a Georgia boy.
I am sorry. I really shouldn't allow him to sit at the same table,
but, uh, three times he's taken a bullet meant for me.
Maybe that's why he sweats.
[Clears Throat] Well, you see, we have our own schedule to keep.
We need an answer.
First, though I'm well respected in the business,
the, um, decision isn't mine alone.
I have Colombians, Cubans, Haitians, Mexicans, Canadians,
a various assortment of native-born Americans to deal with.
A variety of cultural backgrounds, Mr. Burnett,
each with its own way of doing business,
each very sensitive.
They must all feel... included.
And besides, there's a special problem right now. A problem?
These cocaine killings.
Not a good image for the business.
Well, while you worry about your public relations problems,
my friend and I will go and ponder how much this waste of our time is gonna cost you.
Delicious menu.
Tripe a la mode du Caen.
You know what that is, Cyrus? Chitlins.
Should make a good old boy from Georgia feel right at home.
Excuse me.
They both got smart mouths.
If they can supply what they say they can,
they have a right to be a little arrogant. So be nice.
'Cause right now, I need them.
[Man] What am I gonna do?
Oh! Oh, what am I gonna do?
[Sighs] What am I gonna do?
[High-pitched Voice] Don't worry.
You'll find another ballerina as beautiful as I am.
[Normal Voice] All right.
All right. All right.
You can trash these, Castillo.
That's all we have— perverts, users, psychological profiles.
The complete creep list.
That's not what I need.
It's the coke that's the special angle.
This isn't stepped-on street junk.
The autopsies rate it at 100% pure.
That means this creep had connections.
That puts it in your backyard, Castillo.
You know the big dealers.
Let's make this their problem.
Two of my men could be caught right in the middle.
They're good. They'll make the right moves.
[Man Singing Pop]
- [No Audible Dialogue] - [No Audible Dialogue]
[Continues]
[Man On TV] The horror of these murders is beyond anything I've reported on...
in 15 years of covering the Miami crime beat.
The sexual assault and murder of teenage girls.
A doll left— who knows why— with their bodies.
And then, his special trademark, his comment on the times—
cocaine injected into his victims.
The rape and murder of drugged kids.
Whoever this cocaine killer is, he's put together the ultimate American nightmare.
And now, today, he's struck again.
The victim, 16-year-old Lisa Fentress of Coral Gables, was foundjust after dawn.
Let's hope somebody somewhere in South Florida who knows who this killer is—
That doll's so pretty. I use to have one just like it.
Oh, yeah? I collect dolls. Really?
You like dolls, huh? I got a collection of them at home.
Maybe sometime you could stop by and see.
I can't now. My mom's gonna be here any second.
I have a phone in my car. We could call her up. [Woman] Vicky!
I don't think so. She's here right now. I gotta go, okay? Okay.
All right. Bye. Bye-bye.
[High-pitched Voice] Why didn't you just grab her? I liked her.
[Clamoring] Please, ladies and gentlemen, if I may have your attention.
The mayor cannot answer questions at this time, but I do have a statement to read.
"The city of Miami has the equivalent of a plague on its hands—
an epidemic that has to be dealt with in the most severe way."
[High-pitched Voice] He's calling you a disease. He's got a lot of nerve, huh?
"...to protect their children, to make it impossible...
"for this so-called 'doll killer' to exist among us.
"I'm giving our police department the greatest possible powers...
"to extend their investigations into every corner of the city.
And I'm sure the people will understand and cooperate."
Are we talking about some sort of martial law? [Clamoring]
I said there was a disease in our city.
And you don't fight a disease with warnings and Miranda warrants.
Good day. [Clamoring]
[Sighs] I win again.
You know, they closed down three of Mr. Palmo's nightclubs last night.
And then some guy from the racing commission comes by and quarantines his entire stable.
That's real heat when they start arresting your horses.
I don't think Mr. Palmo found it funny. Maybe not.
But horses are probably the only animals he's got working for him with brains.
You know, someday, you and me are gonna dance.
Strike up the band, baby.
Cooper, you look fresh.
See if you can hit a longer ball than your friend.
Remember, let him win.
No problem.
[Chattering] [Man Coughing]
[Man] Look, you got no right to have kept me here all night...
just because I once had a little problem!
Two convictions for child molesting is not a little problem, Benny.
Oh, hey, listen. I wouldn't waste coke on a kid if I was gonna snuff her.
I wouldn't do that. That-That's a waste of serious money.
I would never do that.
Can you tell us what the questioning was about, Mr. Fuentes?
True that your employees have been arrested?
Reverend Beausourire, your church was raided by the police this morning. Can you say why?
Yeah, I can tell you why. You want a statement?
I'll give you a statement. The police have gone crazy. That's my statement.
I run a legitimate import business.
And this gentlemen is a pastor of a church, a man of God.
What have we to do with these insane murders?
Come on. Being the head of a voodoo cult group isn't exactly a character reference.
I have two little daughters myself. You mean you're suspects?
That's it. No more questions.
So Fuentes and Reverend Beausourire are unhappy.
A rough estimate puts Fuentes's import business at one-tenth pre-Colombian art...
and nine-tenths Colombian flake.
And the good reverend's the only church in town that's got a bank in the Bahamas.
All we're gonna get out of this is a lot of suits for harassment.
Let the mayor's office worry about that. What about Palmo?
He's being squeezed.
Yeah, but not face-to-face.
If your boys are with Palmo, it's gonna look a little strange if we pass him over.
I'll take care of that.
[Chattering, Laughing]
[High-pitched Voice] Look at them. Their skins all flushed.
Physical exercise. Yeah!
I love to see them sweat. I love it. It's so physical. I love it.
That's no way to treat a lady.
You gonna let a couple of cops scare you away?
[Muffled Talking]
[Normal Voice] Don't worry. We'll come back.
Look, Fuentes, they've been hitting my places too.
They don't think we have anything to do with these girls turning up dead.
We're symbols.
Yeah, symbols.
That's right, Fuentes. Like fall guys.
Why haven't they picked me up yet, Fuentes? [Footsteps Approaching]
They just walked in the door.
You make the arrangements.
I'll be a little busy.
Castillo, isn't it?
I think we had an unpleasant conversation about a year ago.
We're about to have another one.
You got a warrant?
I don't think they'd impress an attorney.
When you call one, tell him that your yacht's been impounded.
I hope it's not damaged when they strip it.
Why hit us, Castillo?
Some girls go out looking for a good time.
They want to get high, run into some weirdo.
That's street stuff.
The girls had no drug record.
The cocaine was almost pure— kind of stuff you and your friends like to bring in.
We're businessmen.
We don't knock off teenagers for kicks.
No, just for profit.
[Normal Voice] There's nothing happening here, sweetheart.
Let's go back to the school.
Maybe— Maybe we'll just cruise around and find a nice new friend to play with.
[Ringing] [High-pitched Voice] Don't answer it. Don't answer it!
What?
Yeah.
This man sure does love his exercise.
All right. We gotta get outta here.
If our contact doesn't show soon, the only rain in Miami is gonna be on our parade.
I don't think it's ever gonna rain in Miami again.
Look, they're shaking things up downtown, right?
They want to catch the killer.
Figure they push Palmo, he might help.
So we push too.
We'll make him think we're running out on the deal.
We gotta make it look good, so let's be serious.
Trust you gentlemen are enjoying yourselves?
Oh, yes, Mr. Palmo. But, uh, listen.
Thanks for the nice toothbrush, but we—we gotta be leaving.
Really?
Yeah, and since you've been such a generous host, we won't even charge you for the wasted time.
Oh, you're not going anywhere.
What's the point in keepin' us here? You're out of business.
Temporary problem.
It'll be solved. How?
You'll see... tonight.
Well, so much for that.
My friends, these gentlemen with me, Mr. Burnett and Mr. Cooper,
are a perfect example of what I've been talking about.
They're businessmen whose expertise could be profitable to all of us.
But they've been made to feel uncomfortable by the situation we find ourselves in.
As long as this scum, this killer of young girls is loose,
we will be persecuted by the police with the public's blessings,
even though we, as fathers, as men,
want him stopped as much as they do.
We need the law's protection like every other citizen. Maybe more.
So, as of now, the business is to find this scum.
Everything else—
petty feuds, shipments, deals—
shuts down till he's off the street.
Agreed?
Agreed.
Done.
Yeah.
Agreed.
Let's get him.
[Rock]
This makes me sick. I'm gonna go for a drive.
How hard do we come down? Whatever it takes.
They're all dead anyway.
[High-pitched Voice, Normal Voice] I'm scared. We're going home.
[Man Singing Rock]
[No Audible Dialogue]
[Continues]
[No Audible Dialogue]
Well, look who's there. Who is he?
Name's Benny. Hold it here, Lefty.
Benny the flasher. He's one of the first the cops would've picked up.
Well, let's see what he has to say to us. Sounds like fun.
Hi, Sammy. Can I have my key? Thanks.
How you doing today? I'm doing okay too.
How you doin', Benny?
[Shouts]
[Grunts]
[Whimpering] What do you guys want?
You been messin' around with little kids again, Benny?
- I ain't done a thing. - What were you running for?
I was scared.
I'd be too if I was the cocaine killer.
Oh, I wouldn't do that.
I wouldn't hurt anybody.
I got treatment while I was away.
The docs, they fixed up my head.
What's that, Benny?
Oh, hey, th-that's just a fantasy life now.
Pretty rich life.
The doc said it was okay.
Doctor said you could read this? Yeah.
Well, me and him, we got a difference of opinion.
I think it's time to throw out the garbage.
Wha— [Screaming]
No! No! It doesn't hurt nobody!
Please, no! Cyrus, hold on a second.
Listen, Benny. I think I can get him to not do this— [Whimpering]
If you just tell us all you know about the murders.
Think real hard, Benny. All right! All right! Please! Please!
Let him down. [Breathing Heavily]
One of Captain George's winos...
s-saw something in the park the other night.
He tell the police? No.
The winos never tell anything except to Captain George.
What he saw is supposed to be worth something, he said.
That's all I know. I swear.
Come on. Let's go.
It's just a fantasy life. All in my head.
[Man Singing Rock]
[Continues]
[Fades]
You gentlemen looking for accommodations?
Actually, uh, we hear you know something about the kid they found dead in the park the other night.
Yeah. Terrible thing. You more cops?
Don't insult us.
Well, the cops, I say nothing. It's an old habit.
But, uh, to more reasonable men, I, uh—
Pay him.
[Clearing Throat]
Is that enough?
[Sighs] Well, one of the winos, a guy they call the Prophet,
was in here babbling about something strange going on down there the other night.
Is he here? No, no.
He didn't have the price of a flop, so I sent him on his way.
He's probably down in the park right now sittin' on his bench.
[People On Ride Screaming]
[High-pitched Voice] You're not gonna give up on me now, are you?
You don't have any guts.
[Normal Voice, High-pitched Voice] I'm not having fun. It's not supposed to be fun.
Look over there.
[Gunshots]
Well, the Prophet kept talking about dolls. Looks like we're in the right place.
Are you guys crazy? Cyrus, what's the hell's the matter with you?
He a friend of yours?
Rickman. I know him. Works for Delgado.
He's one of them big chiefs you seen at the meetin'.
Tell me something, Mr. Rickman,
the other night when that girl got killed, did anybody win any of these dolls?
Nobody wins anything here. You gotta hit three birds in a row,
and that's hard to do with two bullets and a blank.
They're very special dolls.
Hey, man, that was two grand worth of coke you just blew up!
Nice idea, huh? Dealers come, drop off the cash, pick up a doll, return the empty.
Yeah, Delgado ain't gonna like what you just did.
Tell me something, what do you like?
You like filling up young girls with coke? Hmm?
Just like the dolls. [Gunshot]
- Hey, is this guy crazy? - He's asking you a serious question, my friend.
Tell me something, the night the girl got killed, who picked up the doll?
Nobody. There was no business that night. [Gunshot]
They—They—They—
Nobody picked up anything. Just—
- Just what? - It was just Delgado.
Uh, he picked up an empty.
Delgado?
Now, think real hard.
Was it just the same doll that they found with the girl?
How should I know?
Newspapers, television.
Plus your eye for dolls. This one's gonna take off your ear.
Hey, uh, okay, okay.
Well, maybe it was the same one.
You know, I mean, uh— I mean, we-we don't carry 'em anymore.
Was I supposed to say somethin' about this?
I mean, it's Delgado we're talkin' about.
Where is he?
[Calliope]
Delgado.
This is bad business, man.
Which one of them turns you on, Delgado?
[People Screaming, Clamoring]
Delgado!
[High-pitched Voice] Don't hurt him!
He's a nice man! Oh!
Don't hurt him!
Don't— No, please don't hurt him.
Don't hurt him. No! He just wanted to play. Don't hurt him!
[Sobbing]
[Tubbs] We should have arrested him on the spot.
Then the cover's blown. We can't just can't stand by and let Palmo kill him.
Man, we don't even have a weapon.
It probably wouldn't do any good anyway.
They probably got a ton of metal in here.
So what's next, counsel?
[Sighs] Try to see if we can talk him out of here.
Mr. Burnett, Mr. Cooper, you did a good job.
I told you this problem could be solved.
But Delgado— Makes me sick to think I know the man.
Why'd you bring him here?
We're gonna hold a trial in this building.
Trial? [Palmer] I can'tjust kill Delgado.
It would start a war if no one knew why. So he's gonna be judged, as they say, by a jury of his peers.
Why not just turn him over to the police?
To the police? [Crockett] Yeah.
We caught Delgado, not them.
It's our world he betrayed. We'll deal with him.
The man's just sick.
If you turn him in, you're a hero.
Hey, I forgot. You're a lawyer.
You give him a real professional defense. You get him off, he's yours.
Cyrus. This way, gentlemen.
[Clears Throat]
Now, you— You wait outside.
No problem. There's your client.
Mr. Palmo says you got one hour to make up your defense.
Who are you?
Palmo's gonna put you on trial.
I'm gonna defend you.
Against what?
You shot up four girls with cocaine,
dressed 'em up like dolls and then killed 'em.
You do remember that? Yeah.
- Who's going to judge me? - Your friends.
My friends? [Chuckles]
[Sighs]
I know you.
Yeah, the amusement park, remember?
No. No, you were at the meeting.
[Sighs]
Yeah. Yeah.
Burnett and Cooper. You guys had a big deal to make, right?
- Delgado, I'm gonna have to ask you some questions. - Yeah, good.
I got one to ask you first.
Does it rain every day in Miami? Ha-cha-cha.
Yeah, that's right. You're a cop.
I'm your contact.
Look, you better get me out of this,
or I'm gonna give you up, and we both end up dead.
Bring the prisoner in.
Delgado's our contact. You gotta be kidding.
You got to get to a phone around here somewhere and tell Castillo.
If we lose Delgado, we'll never take Palmo down.
What are you gonna do? Defend my client.
All right.
Let's begin.
The defendant has a counselor.
Even some of the jury are his own men.
The prosecutor will be me.
And I'm going to prove that that man—
that man who drugged,
assaulted and killed...
deserves, under any form of justice,
to be killed himself.
Hey, you gotta protect me now.
I mean, like, what's going on between Palmo and Delgado—
I don't wanna be mashed in the middle, okay?
We got a deal.
Lieutenant, you're not gonna believe this. What's going on?
I think we got him. The squeeze paid off.
You know a Paul Delgado? He's one of the big ones.
Bigger than you think. He's our coke killer. Delgado.
According to one very scared witness, that's what all the shooting was about last night.
Palmo's boys doing a little rough police work.
Where's Delgado now? Uh, sounds like Palmo's got him.
[Police Radio, Indistinct]
No one's here except the security guards.
I just got word from Metro that no one's home.
Fuentes, Beausourire—
Even the dealers are gone.
What, the drug world's taken the night off?
Something's coming down. Get in.
Now, everyone in this room has suffered...
because of what the defendant has done.
This is not just a matter of business.
It's a matter of who we are.
And we have nothing in common with that man!
You can prove that by the sentence you pass on him.
First,
he has a right to a defense.
I mean, this is a trial.
[Crockett] We are different from this man.
Yes, we are very different from this man.
At least we know what we're doing when we break the law.
We weigh the risks...
against the profits,
and we do what's necessary.
He knew! He knew what he was doing!
But not the way that we do.
I'm going to put you in his mind...
and let you live there for a while.
And then you tell me what you think.
[Line Ringing] Castillo.
Hey, Castillo, this is Tubbs. We're at the 1235 Club. You know where it's at?
1235 Club. We're about 10 minutes away.
Yeah, you better make it fast, 'cause I don't know—
Your butt is mine now.
[Grunting] Tubbs?
Let— Let—
Let me go, man. Hey, what your doin'?
Told you we was gonna dance, boy.
Come on, chump.
So, you see— [Clears Throat]
We—we have a choice.
We had a choice...
as to which side of the law we were gonna stand on,
and we chose to break the law.
This man, he has no choice.
You have no choice, no say,
and so you walk...
toward something horrible,
and you can't stop.
Oh, you see the horror,
and you don't want to go,
but you must.
You don't want to, but you must.
You don't want to, but you must!
My God.
[Chuckles]
Gentlemen, that is hell.
Can you imagine—
any of you—
having to live in that hell?
[Murmuring]
Very dramatic.
See, but outside of the defendant mind is the real world.
And in that world, four little girls are dead!
You know the verdict we expect.
[High-pitched Voice, Normal Voice] They're going to hurt you. Be quiet.
[High-pitched Voice] Those nasty men are going to hurt you. You didn't do anything bad.
[Normal Voice, High-pitched Voice] I just wanted to play. Well, now they're gonna punish you.
But they'll have to catch us first. Run! Run! [Laughing]
[Laughing Continues]
Get him down.
[High-pitched Voice] Why didn't you run out the door? Why did you go up the stairs? I'm scared up here!
[Normal Voice] Don't worry. Don't worry. I can fly.
Can you hear me down there? I can fly. You'll never get me because I can fly!
[High-pitched Voice] No, you can't fly. I can fly. Take the ladder back down now!
[Normal Voice] No, I'm gonna fly, because you're all—
[High-pitched Voice] Bad men!
[Screaming]
[Body Thuds]
[Chattering]
[Door Opens]
All right. Police.
Everybody just be smart.
What happened? Justice.
The murderer is dead.
Which one is it?
Take your pick.