Miami Vice (1984–1989): Season 2, Episode 14 - One Way Ticket - full transcript

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
fran?ais?

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.