Tropical Heat (1991–1993): Season 2, Episode 19 - Frame Up - full transcript

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- Where'd you learn to rumba like that?

- I minored in party dancing in college.

Remind me to show you my Bony Maronie.

- I think I better have
a little champagne first.

- Drinkus interuptus.

Have no fear, however.

Slaughter's on the case.

Whatever is left of it.

Sit down.

- My travel agent
promised me the very best

Key Mariah has to offer.



I'm beginning to think she was psychic.

The best is yet to come.

- I can hardly wait.

- I assume you've seen
the obligatory sites?

- The Botanical Gardens, Mariah Falls,

the glass bottomed boat.

What have I missed?

- Parasailing?

- Yesterday.

The view's absolutely breathtaking.

- Especially if you know the nude beaches.

To new adventures.

- And new lovers.

- If I ask you to pinch me,
it's not because I'm kinky.



- What a shame.

What do you call this concoction?

- Fruit Slaughter.

- Sounds like an oxymoron.

- It's guaranteed to make
you forget your troubles.

Maybe even your name.

By the way, what is your name?

- Anne.

You're not trying to get me drunk

and then take advantage of me, are you?

- I was just about to ask
you the same question.

- Why don't we see how long
we can restrain ourselves.

- Times up.

You win.

Well?

- The kiss was perfect.

The drink could use some ice.

- You sure?

With those lips you might melt them.

Don't go anywhere.

Do you need a hand in there?

- Why don't you just make
yourself comfortable.

If you insist.

- Ow!

- Do you want me to kiss
it and make it better?

- Ah, hold that thought.

I'll just use a Band-Aid.

- Oh, I love a man who's not afraid

to wear a cartoon on his Band-Aids.

- Now, where were we?

- Something about Bony Maronie

and the theory of delayed gratification.

- That was it.

- Salute.

- Twins?

- You're not going to hurt him?

Everybody down!

Don't even try it!

Down!

Fill it up!

Come on, come on, let's go!

Faster!

Load it all!

I want it all!

Go!

Give it, give it!

You're three hours late.

- I overslept.

With whom?

- You don't know her.

Have you seen my gym bag?

- Maybe you left it with your ethics.

Are you okay?

You look terrible.

- I can't possibly look as bad as I feel.

- When are you going to learn
that booze is slow death?

- I'll try to pick up the pace.

- Nick, you're not a kid anymore.

- Look, if you're going to
destroy all my illusions,

you mind doing it one at a time?

- You're one night stands are
starting to wobble, my friend.

- I didn't even have that much to drink.

Maybe I'm coming down with something.

- Swine Flu, perhaps?

Look, while you were
sleeping off your hangover,

I was having breakfast
with the human pincushion.

- Who's that, Lloyd Hewlett?

- Nick, the guy wears a ring

through his nose and his nipple.

- Not the same one I hope.

Next time you
need some information

out of one of your sleazoid sources,

try some other pay after my precious time.

- Look, no one ever said
this was a glamorous job.

Nice perfume.

- Thanks.

- Mind if I see the bottle?

Thanks.

- It's called Eau de...

Nick!

- Thank you.

- Where do you think you're going?

- I've got an appointment.

I did have an appointment two hours ago.

I hope Mr. Freeman doesn't
stick with the punctuality.

- Wait a second.

How come this is the first time

I heard about this Mr. Freeman?

Or are we back to playing 20 questions?

- Look, the guy called
up, he was very specific

about meeting me alone.

So, don't take it so personally.

Listen, if a woman named Anne calls,

tell her I had a really good time.

I think.

- You know what I like about you, Nick?

- No, what?

- Gee, I was hoping you could tell me.

- Mr. Freeman?

Mr. Freeman?

It's Nick Slaughter.

I'm sorry I'm late, but, uh, traffic.

Mr. Freeman?

I'm really sorry I'm late.

All right, hold it right there, Bozo!

Nick Slaughter.

- Lieutenant Carillo.

I should have known it was the police.

You made too much noise for the bad guys.

- Well, you better have a
good reason for being here.

- Well, if that's Mr. Freeman,

he was supposed to be my client.

- You knew him?

- No, I just talked to him over the phone.

I had a nine o'clock appointment with him,

but I was a little late.

- Well, too bad.

You're gonna need a good alibi.

- An alibi?

What the hell are you talking about?

- You're under arrest.

- Oh, I get it.

This is America's Funniest
Police Videos, right?

Where's the camera?

Hi, Mom!

- Stop!

Knock it off, Nick.

This is no joke.

- Come on, Carillo.

Even you and your doughnut
boys should be able

to figure out that I didn't kill this guy.

- It better be so because you're up

for armed robbery already.

Don't even try it!

Down!

Fill it up!

- What the hell is this,
some kind of bad joke?

- It's no joke, Nick.

That security guard is
listed in serious condition.

- Come on, Lieutenant.

That's not me.

So, the guy has a ponytail, so what?

- He is dressed the
way you were yesterday.

- Would somebody pinch me?

I think I'm in the wrong dream.

- There's an employee
that said that that man

was getting away in a blue
jeep with your license plate.

- Don't you see, Lieutenant?

It's a frame up.

I mean, somebody went through
a hell of a lot of trouble

to make it look like it
was me behind that mask.

- You do have a mask like that, don't you?

- Lieutenant, you know as well as I do

that Nick didn't do it.

- Okay.

That's your client, Mr. Freeman.

His real name is Carter.

He's a small time drug dealer from Miami.

- Great.

So, now we're back to tying
me in with his murder.

- You've done a pretty
decent job of that yourself.

- Lieutenant, for the last time,

I never saw that man before this morning.

I left the office around 11:30.

Sylvie saw me leave.

By the time I got there
he was already dead.

The real question is how did you know

to show up at the houseboat?

We got an anonymous tip.

- Just in time to see me
standing over a dead body?

What a coincidence.

Come on, Carillo.

You've gotta believe this
is a bald face frame up.

- I really don't know what to believe now

and that's the truth.

But, I do know something.

That if I treat you differently from

any other crime suspect,
they're gonna be all over me.

- Whatever happened to the
presumption of innocence?

- I need facts, Nick.

And if this is a frame up,
somebody show me the weak link.

- Good, then you're not going to hold me.

- Wait a moment.

Okay.

I'll recommend own recognizance
to the District Attorney

and that's his call,
but I'll tell you this.

If you know who's behind this,
I want everything you got.

None of that cowboy crap.

- You'll be the first to know.

- In the meantime, I want the crime lab

to check you in for powder burns.

- Be my guest.

- Are you all right?

- Oh, I'm great considering
I'm being framed

for armed robbery, and
murder, and drug dealing.

- Well, what do they got?

A phony-looking imposter in a hockey mask,

your car at the scene, and you showing up

at Carter's murder scene.

- Well, that's not quite all.

You know that gym bag full of money

they found with the corpse?

Yeah.

- It's mine.

- How is that possible?

- Anne.

- Your companion from last night?

- While I was slipping
some ice into her drink,

she must have slipped something into mine.

- You were drugged?

Just long enough for somebody

to steal a few essentials.

- Well, maybe she had
nothing to do with it.

Now, if she was still
with you this morning

while the bank was being robbed,
then you'd have your alibi.

Saved by your own promiscuity.

- Something tells me Anne
isn't the saving type.

- Wow.

Empty wine bottles, discarded
Frank Sinatra albums,

it must have been some party.

- What the hell happened last night?

We came here, we had a couple
drinks, we got undressed.

- Wait a second.

I don't think I have to hear the rest.

- Well, that's the point.

There is no rest.

I blacked out after that.

- Think, Nick.

We have to find her.

She must have told you her last name.

- Yeah, but what would be the
point even if she had one?

I mean, if she's involved in all this,

it's undoubtedly an alias.

Wait.

Parasailing.

- And parasailing?

- No, no, no.

She said she went parasailing
the morning before

which means she would've had to show ID

for insurance purposes.

- Wait a second.

Spider has a deal with most
of the parasail rentals.

He's always stirring customers their way.

- But, that's not all.

Spider can recognize her.

- He met her?

- Yeah, we butted heads at the dance club.

He was doing everything in his
power to try and impress her.

- You men and your mating rituals.

I'll talk to him.

Who is it?

Lieutenant Carillo.

Lieutenant.

- Slaughter, got a
warrant for your arrest.

First degree murder, armed robbery.

- But, Lieutenant.

- Forget it, Sylvie.

I gave him the benefit of the doubt.

It was a mistake.

There's enough evidence here to hang him.

Forensics found your
fingerprints all over the gym bag

where the stolen money was.

- Yeah, I can explain that.

- Maybe you can explain why
ballistics matched the bullets

that killed the guard
and Carter to your gun.

- But, the gun was stolen.

Somebody else must have fired it.

- Then, why did he have blowback residuals

on his right wrist and on his forearm?

- That's impossible.

I haven't fired that
gun in over two weeks.

- The, why was it all over
the fresh Band-Aid you had on?

Slaughter, I hope you have a good lawyer.

Spider.

- Afternoon, Sylvie.

Hey, if you're looking for
the head of Nick Slaughter,

I haven't seen him.

- Nick's in trouble.

- What's her name?

- This is serious, Spider.

He's being framed for
armed robbery and murder.

- What are you talking about?

- It's a long story with lots of gaps.

Do you remember the girl
he was with last night?

Anne something?

- Yeah, she was something all right.

The backstabber swept
her right off my feet.

She got something to do with this?

- I think so.

I can't find her.

We're not even sure that's her name.

Nick said she went
parasailing a couple days ago.

Can you see if you can find
out anything about her?

- Terrific.

I get dissed by Nick and now I gotta get

his fat out of the fire.

- Come on, Spider.

This goes beyond girls.

- Nothing goes beyond girls, Sylvie.

In fact, part of me wonders
if this isn't just some

elaborate scam to get this girl's number.

- Spider.

- I said a part of me.

Just a part.

That's it?

Yeah.

- Amanda Taylor, huh?

Okay, thanks, my man.

- What about the money, man?

- All right.

Sorry, all I got is 20s.

- Hey, whoa.

- It's not good, Nick.

Your drug test was positive
for trace amounts of cocaine.

- Well, of course it was.

I tested a sample of the
stuff on the houseboat.

Every narcotics cop in the country

test positive for the same reason.

So, what do they think?

I knocked off the bank
to get the cash I needed?

- Carillo thinks that
when your supplier came,

the deal went bad, or you
got greedy and you shot him.

- That's ridiculous.

- To you and I, yes, but to the jury.

- She tell you?

- Yeah, she told me.

So, what do we do now, throw away the key?

- Right now, I have to solve
a murder and an armed robbery.

And it happens to be that you
are the principal suspect.

- Then, let me out of here so I can find

whosever doing this and
prove that I'm not guilty.

- You don't have to convince me.

It's the DA's office.

- At least let Rolly analyze
the blood test again.

Something kept me out for several hours

while the bank robbery
and the murder occurred.

- Even if they find something,
a clever DA would argue

that you did it yourself
to set up an alibi.

- Don't you see, Lieutenant?

You're playing right
into the killer's hands.

I'm in jail while the
trail's getting cold.

They got me exactly where they want me.

- What makes you so sure you're gonna

find something else that we wouldn't?

- 'Cause my neck's on the
chopping block, that's why.

It's a hell of an incentive.

Sylvie, can you
give us a minute, please?

- Sure.

- Listen, Slaughter.

It's not only your head
that's on the line here.

If I happen to bend the rules
for a man that I'm known

to have worked with and you
happen to be the guy that...

- This is great.

I'm standing here in jail
while some psycho killer's

out there impersonating me
and no one seems to clue into

the fact that this is a lousy frame up!

- If this is a frame up,
it's a damn good one.

- I am not guilty, Lieutenant.

But, I might just as well be if I can't

get out of here and prove it!

- Okay.

I can probably talk Judge
Verella into setting

a reasonable bond, but if
I find out that you did it,

I'm gonna cut your
throat and save everybody

the trouble of a trial.

Got it?

- Thank you.

Hi, Amanda.

- Oh, hi.

- Got a minute?

- I'm in the middle of a game.

- Aren't we all?

This is about Nick.

Throw the ball over!

Come on!

- You remember me from
the other night, don't ya?

I was on my hind legs
begging most of the evening.

- I remember.

- Except you wouldn't
give me the time of day.

It was Nick you were interested in.

- Look, if this is just sour grapes.

- Who put you up to it?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

Why'd you tell
Nick your name was Anne?

- I'm on vacation.

I can be anybody I want to be.

- Oh, well, that explains it.

'Cause maybe you decided
to be somebody dumb enough

to get involved with
a criminal conspiracy.

- Look, I don't have to stand
here and listen to this.

- Hey, hey, Nick's in jail right now.

He's charged with armed robbery, murder,

and assault with a deadly weapon.

- What?

- You must be really good, lady.

I actually believe that
this is news to you.

- What's this got to do with me?

- 'Cause you helped put
him in there, that's what.

- That's a lie.

- Come on.

I want you to come with
me and tell the cops

everything you know.

Come on.
- Let go of me.

- Come on!

- Let go of me!

Not a chance.

- Her name's Amanda Taylor,
she lives in Sarasota.

No record, but plenty of money problems.

Spider tracked her down to her hotel,

but he ran into some
resistance and lost her.

- She didn't go back to her hotel?

- Packed up everything and disappeared.

Funny thing is, she didn't
check in till yesterday.

- Yeah, but she would've
had to been on the island

at least two days earlier,
and I'm pretty sure

she was still at my house.

- Not that you would've known if she had.

- True.

Listen, can you do me a favor?

See if you can find who owns the houseboat

where Carter was murdered.

I'll meet you back at
the office in an hour.

- Right.

Where are you going?

- I'm gonna walk over to the morgue.

After this it should be
a breath of fresh air.

- All right.

I'm sorry about what's happened.

Thanks, Rolly.

I appreciate that.

You get back those tests
from the toxicology yet?

- Oh, yeah.

I reanalyzed your blood
test like Sylvie asked.

Put it through the mill.

- Great, what do you got?

- You were right about there being

a powerful depressant in your system.

- Great, now we're getting somewhere.

- You were loaded with chlorpromazine.

It's a type of tranquilizer
they use on horses.

You had enough in your system to keep you

unconscious for several hours.

- Well, this would explain my
insatiable desire to chew hay.

- I wouldn't get giddy quite yet, Nick.

There was also a trace presence of PCP.

- These people are turning me into

a pharmaceutical dump site.

- I don't have to tell you
that PCP is known to cause

violent behavior in some people.

- Terrific.

I wonder how the DA's gonna look at that?

- On top of that, believe
it or not, this horse tranq

is the recreational drug for
some of the rougher trade.

- It's a recipe.

It's a damn recipe.

I wish it was good news, Nick.

- Rolly, I gotta have
a look at that new file

that came in this morning.

The one on Earl Carter.

- You know I can't do that, Nick.

- Come on.

You know somebody's got my number.

I need all the help I can get.

Rolly, come on.

Just name your price.

- Nick, I don't know.

This is police evidence.

Although, maybe if you set me up

with that sexy associate of yours.

Or are you and her, you know, an item?

- Let me see what Carter's
file's got to offer first.

- What about Sylvie?

- I'm thinking about it.

- Hey, didn't I see you on
the FBI's 10 most wanted list?

- Yeah, don't tell my
parole officer I'm here.

- Sylvie told me about what happened.

Don't worry, everything's
gonna be all right.

- The way my luck's been
running, I doubt it.

How about you, you okay?

- Oh, yeah.

I haven't felt this
good since I walked into

Jimmy Connors' backhand playing doubles.

- Sorry, man.

- It's okay.

- Spider.

- Ah, yes.

Thank you.

Believe me?

- You see?

Look what women get us into.

- It didn't get me into anything.

You did.

- You're right.

If I hadn't gotten so
crazy over that girl,

none of this would've happened.

- The most important thing
is that she enjoyed herself.

- Spider, that's the funny part.

- What, you mean we're going through

all of this and you didn't even?

- I had fun, you know?

I'm not saying I didn't
have fun, but if I had known

all of this was gonna happen,
I would've let you have her.

- Oh, oh.

What a pal.

Thank you.

- Why do we do it, Spider?

Huh?

Why do we get ourselves
in situations like this

all for some woman who we'll
probably never meet again?

- I'm sorry.

Could you repeat that?

- Never mind.

- Where do you stand with the cops?

- On a ledge with Carillo
trying to push me off.

- That guy's such a dumb cop.

- He just thinks he's doing his job.

Spider, I must have put
away thousands of guys

that said they were innocent.

- Oh, you must have made
a lot of friends, Nick.

- Mm.

Give me a piece of paper, will ya?

- Why, what are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna make a list of all the guys

who have reason to hate me.

- I better give you the
whole damn pad then.

- Amanda Taylor.

Amanda Taylor?

I'm sorry.

There's no Amanda Taylor here.

- How about trying Anne Taylor?

I'll have
to call you back on that.

- Thanks.

Thanks a lot, Dino.

Bye, Sylvie.

- Let me guess, no luck?

- Not yet, but I haven't given up.

She hasn't left the Key,
at least not by air.

How'd you make out at the coroner's?

- The noose gets any tighter,

I'm gonna start sounding
like Michael Jackson.

What happened with Carter's beach house?

- It's owned by a dentist in Miami.

He sails his own boat here
three weeks every winter.

- And rents it the rest of the time?

- Actually, no.

He had no idea who Carter was

or how he could've been staying there.

What now?

- Well, I figure whoever's
doing this, is probably someone

I arrested when I was working for the DEA.

When you put away as many
creeps as I did over the years,

it's just a matter of time before

someone comes looking for revenge.

- Problem is trying to find out which one.

- I made a list of all
the prime candidates.

I want you to run a
crosscheck with any convicts

that have been paroled from
the Florida State Penitentiary

in the last six months.

- What makes you so sure
whoever's doing this to you

is someone from the Florida State?

- Well, Carter was paroled
from there three months ago.

See, these cons have an
extensive underground network

and they tend to stick together.

So, I figured that Carter
met whoever's doing this

while he was in the big house.

- Did Carillo actually tell you all this?

- Not exactly.

Rolly let me look at the police files.

Of course it wasn't free, exactly.

Uh, so I promised Rolly you'd
do brunch with him sometime.

- Rolly the coroner?

Nick, how could you?

The guy spends his day
touching dead people.

I told you, I wasn't
gonna be bartered again.

- Sylvie, I don't care
what they say about you.

I think you're a champ.

- Thanks.

What do they say about me?

- Hi.

Can I help you?

- Yeah, I'm looking for a friend of mine.

She might have taken one of your charters.

Her name's Amanda Taylor.

- Just a moment, please.

When would she have left?

I'm not sure.

Probably in the last two weeks.

- No, I don't have anyone
named Amanda Taylor.

- She's about this tall.

She's dark hair, attractive.

Got an air of sophistication about her.

- I usually don't see the passengers.

I'm sorry.

I wish I could help you.

- What about a guy named Carter?

- Carter.

Nope.

- No.

Listen, do you mind if I
take a look at this log book?

They might have used a different name.

- I can't do that.

Company policy.

- Hmm.

Well, while I'm here I might
as well book a trip for myself.

Listen, why don't you
give me some information

on any charters you might
have going to Buenos Aires.

- Certainly.

Just give me a moment.

I'll get you some brochures.

Thanks.

I've never been
to Buenos Aires myself.

It's supposed to be beautiful.

- Hmm.

So I've heard.

- When is the date you
were planning on going?

- I've got a lead.

Four days ago the Pirate
Chest Charter Company

brought in a man and a woman
using the name Freeman.

- Well, that's the same name used

to get you out to the houseboat.

Exactly.

How'd you do?

- I've come up with a couple of names.

Shoot.

- Adam Nash.

You busted him for 30 keys
six and a half years ago.

- Nash was in way over his head.

Didn't even carry a gun.

He turned state's witness.

I can't see him coming after blow.

Who else?

- Garth Morrison.

Two Miami policemen and a DEA agent

injured in his capture
for drug trafficking.

Also, rape and assault with
an intent to commit murder.

Paroled four months ago today.

- Yeah, he took a swing
at me at the trial.

He's a definite maybe.

- I'll see if I can find
out anything about him.

- Good.

While you're at it,

run the name Freeman though the computer.

See if anything glitches.

Gotcha.

Are you coming back?

- Yeah, as soon as I check
out the Palmwood Hotel.

Freeman was apparently staying there.

- Okay, good luck.

- Yeah, right.

Hey, how you doing?

Listen, I'm supposed to deliver
this pizza to a Mr. Freeman.

I forgot his room number.

- Who, Freeman?

Amanda.

- So, what's gonna happen when I send

all of that stuff to forensics?

They're gonna call me back and tell me

that your fingerprints
are all over them, right?

- Of course they are,
because this is my mask

and that's my ice pick.

- Hmm.

Stolen from your home along
with your gun, your clothes,

and the keys to your jeep.

- Exactly.

I told you I'm being set up!

- By Amanda Taylor?

The girl you were with that night?

The same girl that was found with this

ice pick through her heart?

- She was staying at the Palmwood Hotel

with another man named Freeman.

- We're still checking that.

- Good.

Am I free to go?

- Not even close.

Morrison was seeing
his parole officer in Miami

at the time of Carter's murder.

- So, back to square one.

- Not quite.

I ran a check on any recent
escapees from Florida State

and came up with this guy.

Turns out you two tangled
a couple of years ago.

- It's Lucas Hayes.

I busted this guy for trying to run

a cargo of Chinese heroin.

- He escaped during
work week six weeks ago.

- This guy's a big time gambler.

Loves the ponies.

That may explain why he used
the horse tranquilizer on me.

It's gotta be him.

- They used to call him
Gator because he eliminated

his enemies by dumping
them in the Everglades.

This guy is a Class A psychopath.

- At least we know who we're up against.

I gotta get out of here.

- Why?

You're safer in here.

With you in jail, they can't get to you.

- He's already gotten to me, Sylvie.

Look, I've been charged with
two counts of murder, remember?

I mean, if he gets off
Key Mariah, then my case

is as good as closed, and I'm
the only one that knows him

well enough to bring him down.

What do you want me to do?

- Give me your belt.

- What?

- Give me your belt, come on.

Nick!

And your purse strap.

I don't understand.

- I need you to make
an anonymous phone call

to Miami Police Department.

I want you to tell them that

you spotted Lucas Hayes on Key Mariah.

That outta shake things up a little bit.

- But.

- Just trust me.

Now go, and keep the jeep running.

- All right.

I'd like to report a
wanted man on Key Mariah.

His name is Lucas Hayes.

- What took you so long?

I could've died up here.

- How are we going to find Hayes?

- Well, my guess is
he's been on Key Mariah

for quite some time.

Would've taken him several
days to stake out the bank,

find a houseboat, check out my routine.

- That still doesn't
tell us how we find him.

- Well, it doesn't, but I
also know that Hayes can't go

that long without putting
some cash on the horses.

There's only one guy in Key Mariah

that would take his kind of action.

- Rupert.

- You got it.

- What makes you think he'll
tell you what you want to know?

- 'Cause he hates me like a son.

If I'm not back in 10 minutes,
send in the Marines, huh?

Everybody's
looking for a handout.

- Just some information.

- We squared our account
a long time ago, Nick.

I don't owe you squat.

- I need to find Lucas Hayes.

- What do I look like, a dating service?

- Named Gator, six weeks
out of the Florida pen.

- You know the game, Nick.

Information costs money
just like everything else.

- I don't have any money,
I don't have any time,

and I'm running out of patience with you.

- Maybe I was handling some
action for Lucas Hayes.

So what?

Where is he?

- I don't know.

The guy's a shadow.

Does everything by phone.

My guys are supposed to dump
his winnings at a drop site.

- Where?

- Why should I tell you?

- Well, how's about because if you help me

take this guy down, he ain't
gonna be around to collect

his winnings until shortly
after hell freezes over.

- All right.

All right.

They leave it on a deserted
part of Waverly Beach,

right next to an old palm oil factory.

But, you might as well kiss
your butt goodbye, Slaughter.

Hayes made a big hit on the ponies.

He's leaving the island
tomorrow right after I pay him.

- Then, you knew all along it
was Hayes that did this to me?

- I don't get involved unless
there's a reasonable incentive

and keeping you out of the cannibal pot

isn't much of an incentive.

- Call him.

Tell him there's a change of plans.

Tell him you're gonna
give him the drop today.

- You're crazy.

I've never made a payoff
on Tuesday in my life.

- And I've never been up
for murder in my life.

Make that call, Rupert.

- Gator?

I got good news and great news.

Good news is you won
nine grand on the week.

The great news is, I
gotta drop it off today.

Unless you'd like me to keep it.

I didn't think so.

So, I'll make the drop at around four.

Later.

- You've been a great help, Rupert.

I wish I could stick around
and chat, but like I said,

I'm kind of pressed for time.

- Everybody freeze and nobody move!

Drop it, Slaughter, or you're toast.

- Looks like your time's up, Nicky.

- Nice and easy, Slaughter.

Just put the gun on the ground.

- It's gonna make it
kind of difficult to use.

- Just put the gun down, Slaughter.

You bring me in all
you got is an innocent man.

Let me slip away on the other
hand, you'll be instrumental

in the capture of a
notorious double murderer.

- So help me I'll use this.

- Do you have a plan or do
we become Bonnie and Clyde?

- I had Rupert set Hayes up.

He'll be expecting a money drop

at the old palm oil
factory at four o'clock.

- Shouldn't I call Carillo?

- Tell him what?

All the evidence still points to me.

The only way I'm gonna
be able to clear my name

is to get Hayes to confess.

- And how are you going to do that?

- I have to pick up some
stuff at the office.

- We can't go back to the office,

the police will be waiting there.

- We'll just have to get
somebody else to do it.

- Voila!

- Ah, here he is.

- How'd it go?

- You're right, Nick.

Your place was being watched.

I managed to get inside and
grab all your stuff though.

- Did anybody see you?

- I don't think so, they were
too busy putting out the fire.

- Fire?

What fire?

- Don't ask.

Anything else I can do?

- Yeah, an anonymous
call to Carillo's office

to report seeing me way on the other side

of the island might help.

- No problem.

- All right, thanks, buddy.

Good luck.

- So, what if Hayes doesn't show?

- Oh, he will.

He's not going to walk away from a win.

Okay, the camera's ready.

All right.

There we go.

- Wait a second.

How am I supposed to hear you from here?

- That's what this is for.

Now, all you have to do is
turn on that video monitor,

aim this at us like that.

After we get what we need.

- I'll call Carillo.

- Theoretically this should
go off like clockwork.

- Yeah, just like your frame up.

- I'm gonna get in
position and wait for him.

I'll give you a shout when I see him.

- Be careful.

Lose something, Hayes?

- Slaughter.

Heard you got yourself
in some deep trouble.

Couldn't happen to a nicer guy.

I thought they had you locked up.

- Sorry to disappoint you.

- On the contrary.

Glad to have the chance
to see you face to face.

I've waited for this a long time.

- Six years?

- Six years, two months,
and 12 days to be exact.

All 'cause you set me up.

- I set you up?

Hey, I'm sorry to burst
your little bubble, Hayes,

but I didn't do it.

Your own boys did that.

Enrico and Okey, they made
sure you took the fall.

- I don't believe you, Nick.

- No?

Check out what they're doing in Miami

next time you're up there.

I believe the expression
is living like kings.

- I spent six years in
prison because of you.

You never did play by the rules.

It only seems fair that
I return the favor.

- So, you devised this elaborate framing?

- Frame?

What are you talking about?

- Come on, Hayes.

I won't insult your intelligence
if you don't insult mine.

You hired Amanda Taylor to drug me.

When I was out, you took what
you needed from my house.

My gun, my clothes, my
gym bag, the hockey mask.

Oh, and don't forget the ice pick.

You made sure she drugged me long enough

so you could rob the Key Mariah bank.

- Sorry, Nick.

That was you, remember?

At least that's the
way the police tell it.

- Afterward, you went to the houseboat

where Carter was waiting with the drugs.

He knew you from prison, so he trusted you

as much as ex-cons trust anybody.

You told him you wanted
to buy some cocaine.

And when he showed up, you
killed him in cold blood.

Using my gun, which you returned
with my jeep and my clothes

before I even knew they were missing.

- Real interesting theory.

The way I hear it is
there were firing residues

all over your gun hand.

- That's the beauty part.

What'd you do, plug my
ears, use a silencer?

Or was I too far gone to even know?

Because when you got back
from Carter's murder,

you put the gun in my hand and fired it.

- Can't wait till you try
that one out on the cops.

- The rest was easy.

You just had to make sure it
was me who found Carter's body

when I went to the houseboat to meet

the mysterious Mr. Freeman.

Then, you tipped off the police

to make sure I had a welcoming committee.

- Interesting.

Go on, I'm enjoying this.

- Then, you went on to kill Amanda Taylor.

She was probably your biggest risk

because she was an unknown quantity.

But, when you eliminated her,

there was no on else to link you to this.

- Not bad.

But, you gotta admit
it's rather brilliant.

- Psychotic is a better word.

- Framing you became a kind
of hobby with me, Nick.

A mental exercise I played
looking at the four walls.

Then, the hobby became an obsession.

- How'd you get them to help you?

- Amanda was just a kid looking for

a free vacation and a few bucks.

Carter owed me a favor.

Which he paid for with his life.

- It was a big favor.

Bottom line, Nick, is you're the only one

that knows I'm here.

You kill me, you seal your own fate.

They'll find you eventually.

It's a no win situation, friend.

- Spoken like a man who's best laid plans

are about to go to cow pie heaven.

I don't think so, Slaughter.

I hope you suffer the way I did, Nick.

I've already made
arrangements for your arrival.

You're gonna make a lot
of nice, new friends.

You'll probably be the
most popular boy in there.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, I feel great.

Nice driving.

- Thanks.

Nick, watch out!

- I'm gonna kill you, Slaughter.

I swear it.

- Shut up and eat dirt.

Here's to freedom.

I'll drink to that.

- So, what happens to Hayes?

- He's looking at the death penalty.

- I'm still surprised Carillo let you go

after you escaped from his jail.

- Well, he wasn't too happy,
but we did solve two murders

and help catch an escaped convict.

- Mm-Hmm.

Where's Sylvie anyway?

She ought to be helping us celebrate here.

- I thought she'd be back by now.

I guess her date with Rolly's
going better than expected.

Nick Slaughter!

- Then again, maybe not.

- Don't you walk away from me

when I'm talking to you, Nick Slaughter.

You, you, you louse.

I had to spend the whole day

at a coroner's brunch because of you.

Do you know what it's
like eating with people

who tell dismemberment jokes?

Do you know what that
could do to a Cobb salad?

Would you look at me
when I'm talking to you?

- You know what I like about you?

- What?

- I was hoping you could tell me.

- Ow.

- Well, I guess one good
punchline deserves another.