Heaven's Prisoners

Synopsis: Ex-detective Dave Robicheaux has made a new life for himself and his wife Annie running a bait shop in the outskirts of New Orleans. When they save a little girl, the sole survivor of a plane crash, their lives become forever changed. They take the orphan child into their home and prepare to raise her. However, a visit from DEA agent Dautrieve brings out the detective instincts in Robicheaux and he begins to ask about the rest of the passengers. This brings trouble to Robicheaux and he turns to drug lord Bubba Rocque, a childhood friend. But the friendship becomes estranged when an assault on the Robicheaux home leaves one victim...Annie.
Director(s): Phil Joanou
Production: New Line Home Entertainment
  1 nomination.
Rotten Tomatoes:
132 min

I want a drink.

I want a drink all the time.

Sometimes I wake up in

the morning, my eyes pop open...

and I think,

I got to have a drink...

beer, bloody mary, whatever.

Even now, and I don't know why.

I haven't had a drink

in three years.

- Three years, huh?

- Yeah.

Sometimes I'll be talking

with my wife...

and the whole time

we're talking...

I'm thinking about this bar

I used to go to.

The whole conversation,

I'm thinking...

I'd rather be in that bar

than anywhere.

The glasses all lined up...

my seat right on the corner...

all those colored bottles...

the ice in my glass, that burn.

Man, it felt real good

going down.

That'll never happen again.

I can't drink. I know that.


f***ed up my whole life.

Excuse me, Father. I'm sorry.

That's all right, Dave.

How is your wife?

How's Annie?

You love your wife, don't you?

You have a good life now since

you left the police department.

Yes, I do.

And if you begin

drinking again...

what will happen?

I would lose everything.

But knowing this...

knowing that

you would lose everything...

you would lose your wife...

your business,

and your self-respect...

still you want to drink?

Yes, I do.

You're absolved of your sins.

Go in peace.

- What you got there?

- Lunch.

What's for lunch?

What do you want?

Let's get the air mattress

out of the locker.

What if one of the reels

goes out?

You'll never notice.

There's a plane.

So wave.

No, no, no, no, no.

Look. It's in trouble.

- Jesus.

- Oh, God.

You take the wheel right now.

Coast guard New Orleans...

this is Whiskey, Alpha, Bravo

4-7-2-7. Come in. Over.

Coast guard, New Orleans.

Come in.

We've got a small

twin-engine plane crash...

one mile due north

of the southwest pass.

- Over.

- What's its status?

It's sinking. In need of

immediate assistance. Over.

On our way.

Dave, we didn't refill

the air tanks last time.

There's still some in there.

Not more than

twenty-five feet here...

if they haven't

settled into the silt.

I think I can get the door open.

It's deeper than twenty-five

feet. You know it is.

There's a trench

running right through the pass.


Hang outside

in case one of them...

comes up underneath the boat.

Come on.


Grab her.

Hand her to me.

Oh, God.

Come on.

Come on. Oh, baby.

All right, now.

What's the little girl's name?

I'm sorry?

Her name.


Is she your daughter?

That's right.

I'll go look in on her for you.

In the meantime, why don't you

look over that information...

and make sure that

I wrote it down accurately.


That was your mother's name.

She's probably an illegal,


We wouldn't want

to make problems...

for the nuns, now, would we?

What if she is an illegal?


is gonna send her right back.

My, what an interesting family

you have.

Did you know your daughter

speaks nothing but Spanish?


She told me that her father

and her uncle...

were killed by soldiers

in El Salvador.

She said that a priest

was bringing her...

and her mother to America...

when the plane caught fire

and crashed into the water.

Is she going to be all right,


She's fine.

What she needs now

is someone to care for her.

I'll get her.

Oh, honey, it's all right.

It's all right.

You're just having a dream.

It's OK.

Donde esta mi mama?

That's where your mother is.


Up in the sky.

En el cielo. In heaven.

En el cielo.

You come with me, little guy.

I want you to light a candle.

Por su mama.


Can I help you?

Minos Dautrieve.

Drug enforcement administration.

Who did you expect?

lmmigration, maybe?

Well, I'd invite you in,

Mr. Dautrieve...

but I got to go to work.

That's all right.

I just wanted to ask you...

one or two things

about the plane crash.

Like what?

Like, why didn't you all wait

for the coast guard...

after you called in

on the emergency channel?

My wife gave them the position.

They could see the oil

and the gas on the water.

No need for us to stick around,

was there?

Hey, do I know you?

I don't think so.

- Huh.

- See, I got this problem.

A diver found a suitcase...

with a bunch of child's clothes

in it.

Little girl's, in fact...

but there wasn't a kid

on that plane.

Now, what does that

suggest to you?

Since when does the DEA

care about some little kid?

Actually, it's the other three

I'm worried about.


What do you mean, three?

Two women and the priest.

What about the guy

in the pink shirt...

the one with the tattoo?

What guy in what pink shirt?

Well, there were

four adults on that plane.

From what I hear,

it's kind of murky down there.

Maybe you only thought

you saw four people.

I read your file, Robicheaux.

Tell me, did you really do

all that sh*t?

I don't know

what you're talking about.

You smoked three guys when

you were on the New Orleans PD.

One of them

was a government witness.

He was a pimp

and a drug dealer...

and he dealt to play when he

drew down on me and my partner.


Is that when they asked you

to retire from the force?

Hey, wait a minute.

I do know you.

You were that point guard

at LSU about fifteen years ago.

Downtown Dautrieve.

You were all-American

or something, am I right?

- Honorable mention.

- Yeah.

Well, I guess I wasted my time

coming out here...

you a model citizen and all.

So, uh...

I know y'all gonna forget about

meddling in DEA business...

'cause I don't want to have

to come back out here...

bring immigration with me.

Maybe take something you were

planning on hanging onto.


Can't stop being a homicide

detective, can you?

Boy, that DEA agent

really got under your skin.

He was trying to give me

some sort of shuck...

about one of the people

on the plane.

Hey, that pilot was a priest

probably just muling illegals.

Nothing new about that...

certainly nothing the DEA

should care about anyway...

but the guy with the tattoo...

they want me to try to pretend

I never saw him.

It sounds like good advice

to me.

Thing is, I think that

whoever blew up that plane...

was trying to smoke that guy.

And we weren't supposed

to see it.

What about Alafair?

Well, that's what's

bothering me.

Whoever took out that plane...

wasn't counting on

anyone else being on board.

They certainly weren't

counting on anyone surviving.

You think someone

might come after her?

I think I need to find out more

about the guy in that plane.

Dave. Dave, Dave.

I'd throw it all

right back in the water, me.

It's nobody's business, Dave.


- Is Robin around?

- Yeah. She's on next.

Hey, customers

aren't allowed back there.

I'm not a customer.

F*** off, Jerry.


They put the first team

back on the street?

How are you doing, Streak?

I heard you were

back on the bayou...

selling worms and all that jazz.

That's right.

I'm just a tourist here now.

You really hung it up for good?

- That's right.

- That must take guts...

just to boogie on out of it

one day...

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Harley Peyton

Harley Peyton is an American television producer and writer. He worked in both capacities on Twin Peaks and was nominated for an Emmy Award for his writing on the series. He went to Harvard and Stanford. more…

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