All language subtitles for Miami Vice - 1x21 - Evan.en

♪♪ [Man Vocalizing]

♪ Looking out the window ♪

♪ I see the red dust clear♪

♪ High upon the red rock ♪

♪ Stands the shadow with the spear♪

Little girls, did you miss me?

[Growls]
You're like money in a bank.

♪ The land here is strong ♪

♪ Strong beneath my feet ♪

The second car has arrived
and is going in now.

♪ The rhythm is below me ♪

♪ The rhythm of the heat ♪

♪ The rhythm is around me ♪

- ♪ The rhythm has control ♪
- [Tires Screeching]

♪ The rhythm is inside me ♪

♪ The rhythm has my soul ♪

What I love most about
the Ingram Mac-10...

is that it's small..."reet petite."

Easily concealable.
Easily transportable.

As we shall soon see...

bigger is not necessarily better.

♪ Drawn across the plain land
to the place that is higher♪

♪ Drawn into the circle
That dances round the fire ♪

♪ We spit into our hands
And breathe across the palms ♪

♪♪ [Continues, Under]

[Whispering]
♪ The rhythm of the heat ♪

- ♪ The rhythm, the rhythm ♪
- Switek. They sound like Mac-10's.

Be careful.
[Static On Police Radio]

♪ Self-conscious, uncertain ♪

♪ I'm showered with the dust ♪

Mac-10's... Is he sure?

♪ The rhythm has my soul ♪♪

Freeze.! Miami Vice.!

[Switek]
They were Mac-10's, Lieutenant.

[Tubbs]
The shell casings
were armor-piercing.

Yeah. We had no idea
it was gonna go down
that heavy.

[Stone Hits Metal]

Go through Interpol files.
See if you can check out the seller.

[Crockett] They found this
on our friend. I don't get it.

Small-time snitch gives us what
he calls us a nickel-and-dime buy.

Turns out to be Armageddon.

Hector Marquez... 27,
5 foot 10, 165 pounds.

Probably fake printed.

Follow it through anyway.

[Phone Ringing]

Uh-uh.

Uh-uh.

Nope.
Look, Larry.

Why don't you take
some of these files
and go to your desk?

Sure.
Thank you.

[Sighs]

Any luck?
Hector's home is history.

Place is cleaned out.
[Castillo]
You mean...

I mean, very professionally.

This whole thing
is startin' to feel creepy.

The kind of stuff
you D.E.A. Guys pull.
This is the guy.

I found him. This is the guy.
Lieutenant! I found him.
This is the guy.

Right here.

"Limp from gunshot wound
in left leg, four years in Argentina,

black market, dual-purpose grenades,
Burma, El Salvador, Nicaragua"...

Nothing like door-to-door sales
to third world households.

Gusman.
Anybody ever heard of him?

Yeah, wait a second. This group
he sold the M-79's to, the Cazadores?

A couple of years ago, I worked
a small-time, neo-Nazi arms dealer,

who also used to sell to them.

Worth a shot.

New Bren 10's pretty nice,
eh, Burnett?
It's all right.

Got the Eagle inside,
if you want to try it.

.357 Mag automatic.
Holds ten rounds. It's a beaut.

Some other time, Kern.
Haven't seen ya in a while.

Been pretty busy.

Still keepin' in touch
with the Cazadores?

That bunch of daisies?
[Scoffs]

I'm puttin' together
a whole new group of people.

Men that take life seriously.

200 miles out there, there's men
sittin' in nuclear submarines,

just waitin' to put us
in their crosshairs.

Who's gonna protect us, mister?
You tell me.

The army? They're
a bunch of toy soldiers.

Half-breeds. Women.
Homosexuals!

That's who's
protecting our country.

Hey! You don't have to convince me.

Funny. Never quite pegged you
for a survivalist.

Business is business. My country?
That's another proposition.

United we stand.
Amen!

Let me ask you something, Kern.

Got any Mac-10's back there?
No.

Gimme a couple days, I could
probably get you a demo.

[Scoffs, Sighs]

How about a couple
of dozen... to go?

I, uh... I don't usually do volume.

Tap me into your source.

[Tires Screeching]

[Shuts Off Engine]

My biggest problem right now
is too much inventory.

With silencers.

Strip the cosmoline off'em,
throw in a thousand rounds
of ammunition per gun...

and we'll run 1,500 apiece
on delivery... which is
by Friday, or never.

Who is this guy?

- Who are you, big mouth?
- Give it a rest, Evan.

This guy has an attitude.
A real attitude. What is your problem?

I have no problem.

- You got a problem?
- No problem.

- Maybe it's your problem.
- Don't mess with me!

I mean it, Evan!

Let's talk.
No talk.

We want the Macs, you want a sale.

Good little weapon.
It slices, it dices!

[Chuckling]
We got 50 of'em.

Brand-new, ice cold.
Manufactured as full autos,
not some cheapjack conversion.

Serial numbers are so blasted, not even
acid etching could bring 'em up.

The going rate, without silencers,
is 2,500.

Consider that a minimum bid, blood.

Consider a minimum bid 1,500.

And a maximum.
And the only bid, blood.

You don't want to negotiate?

There's the door.

I can see that this meeting
got off on the wrong foot entirely.

Gentlemen. Please.

There might be some flexibility.

We have to consult
with our principals.

I want to move quickly.
Miami is too warm for me.

I know what you mean.

Sonny.!

We'll get back to you in 24.

What it is, blood.

Talkin' about bad chemistry.

I'm gonna enjoy
poppin' that dude Evan.

We're not gonna pop him.

He's a cop.

No, no. You see,
you're not hearin' me.

My primary concern is this city.

Not an A.T.F. Investigation.
I didn't come down here to
talk to you about your concerns.

So I'm gonna tell you again.

It's taken $50,000
and six months of
Agent Freed's sweat...

for Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms
to get him next to Gusman.

The man is now this close to a guy
who moves arms for half a dozen
international terrorist groups!

And I will not
have his cover blown.

I will bust anyone necessary.

You will bust nobody.!

I don't care if this Omega Group
is buyin' bazookas!

You're not gonna jeopardize
this operation!

Those Mac-10's will not
reach the street.

- Sonny? Ricardo?
- I'll call you back.

This is Wilson, A.T.F.
Detectives Tubbs and Crockett.

Which one of you is
Freed's old playmate in Vice?

We weren't playmates.

All right.
Here's the deal. In the spirit of
interdepartmental cooperation,

I will allow you to make the buy
so that you can keep the guns...

off your precious Miami streets.

But you get one thing straight.

Evan Freed's our most important
contact in the Southeast.

He'll set up the deal with Gusman.

Then you stay the hell away from him.

They're all yours.

- [Door Opens]
- Lieutenant, I'd like to
talk to you alone, please.

[Door Closes]

I'd like off this one, please.

- Why?
- [Sighs] I just do.

And I think I'm entitled to a little slack
without havin' to go through confessional.

I don't.

[Scoffs]
Thanks for the understanding.

You expect understanding.

So do I.

Understand the job gets done.

I'll think about it.

[Door Opens, Slams Shut]

See ya tomorrow.
Hey, man. Wait a minute.

- What's the story between
you and this guy Freed?
- Nothin'. I'll catch you later.

[Typing]

Hey, Gina.

I need a favor.
You always need a favor, Rico.

If you're goin' downtown in the mornin',
I want you to pull the jacket on
an ex-Dade Vice cop named Evan Freed.

- What's up?
- I don't know.

Yet.

Lovely breakfast.

You know, my cook is quite good.

One day, I will let him
fix you something special.

- Besides ice cubes.
- [Sighs]

[Snorts]

I get the impression you're bothered.

Was it those two men
who wanted to buy the guns?

They don't bother me.
I just don't like 'em.

Why?

[Sniffs]
Somethin' about this Burnett guy...

is just not right.

Really? I did not
get that feeling at all.

In fact, I rather liked them.

I think we will do business with them.

I will let them have five guns,
and if all goes well,

- the rest of the shipment.
- What if it doesn't go down?

I will kill them.

[Laughs]

- Maybe I'll do it for you.
- Suit yourself.

Just set up the deal.

[Chuckles]

This pig still ticking?

[Growls]

Son of a gun
remembers me.

What the hell are you doin' here?

What the hell am I doin' here?

What kind of greeting is that
for an old buddy? What happened to,
"Evan, crack a beer"?

"Let's visit a while"?

You're more of a southern
gentleman than that,
ain't you, Crockett?

We got nothin' to talk about.

Gusman sent me here
to check you out.

Man wants to make a deal
in the worst kind of way.

Look, slim, I ain't exactly thrilled
at the turn of events either,

but I thought I'd try
to make it palatable.

You want out?
Introduce me to your partner.

- I'll work with him.
- I won't do that.

I'm stayin' in. And you and me,
we're not friends.

We're not partners.
We're not old buddies.

No between-inning dugout chats.

We make the buy, it's over,
and you're out of here.

Since when do you got the stones
to tell me what to do?

Get the hell off my...

Come on, Crockett.
Let's have it out.

You and me. Twenty paces.
Back to back.

What do you say?

[Clicks Tongue, Chuckles]
I'm cool.

I'm cool.

Huh? One for you, one for me.

Let's go together.

Hmm? Hah? Huh? Huh?

- I'm not impressed, Evan.
- Oh, you don't think I'd do it. Do ya?

[Chuckles]
Whoa! Crockett!

Here's one with your name on it.

Did you ever think that, Sonny?

That there's a bullet somewhere
with your name on it?

You're a sick man, Freed.

Tell me, Sonny.
How's it feel to be perfect?

Gusman's givin' you a dry run.
Five pieces.

American Scrap Metal. 8:00.

I'll be lookin' for ya.

[Clicks Tongue]

Well, there really wasn't
very much in the file.

Evan used to work with Crockett
and a guy named Mike Orgel.

Orgel got killed in the line of duty.
Mean anything to you?

Not really.
Well, after Evan left Vice,
he became a real rock and roller.

Signed up for every suicide train
that came down the track.

Thanks a lot, Gina.
I owe you one.

You owe me more than one.

[Engine Roaring]

Sonny, who was Mike Orgel?

[Brakes Screeching]

Don't run around me, Tubbs.

What's gotten into you, man?

You got a problem, and
I'm just tryin' to help you with it.

Is that what you call it?
What'd you do, pull Freed's jacket?

Look, I wouldn't have had
to pull his jacket if you'd have
just been straight with me.

It's none of your business.
[Scoffs]
Excuse the hell out of me.

We happen to be involved in an operation.
And if something is goin' down between
you and our middleman,

then I need to know it!
There's nothin' goin' down.
You don't need to know anything.

And where the hell do you come off
demanding that I bare my soul to you?

You're my partner, not my priest!
Hey, hey, hey!
Don't be coppin' no attitude, man.

'Cause I don't need to hear it.
You wanna drop the friendship,
and just be partners, so be it.

So be it.
Solid.

[Revving Engine, Screeching Tires]

There has been one small change
in the deal.

- Wait a second.
- Each item will now cost 3,000.

No way, Gusman.
2,400.

That's the number we set
with your man here.

Others have made me
a better offer.

We made a deal, pal.

So what?

I gave that man a price.

Gusman.

[Snickering]
Go ahead, Gusman!

Shoot.

Come on! You did this
in Bananaland all the time.

He used to shoot people
just for bein' left-handed.

Go ahead. Get it over with.
I don't care. It's a graveyard.
Of sorts.

Do it! Then try and do business
in Miami without me.

[Uncocks Gun]

2,400!

[Tubbs]
Sold.

Tell me again how there's
nothin' gonna go down.

[Tubbs Speaking French]

Oh, I don't know.
If I let you take me home,

you might expect me
to sleep with you.

Not a wink.
[Laughing]
[Laughing]

Let me tell my ride.

[Slurping, Kissing]

I need to talk to you.

You know where my desk is.

Office hours are
from 9:00 to 5:00, partner.

Rico, my head's been spinnin'
in about 1,000 different directions.

[Sighs]

Give me a chance to explain.

I'm ready.
[Sighs]

Michelle.
Yes?

Michelle...

Something's come up, and
I would definitely love a rain check.

I bet you would.

[Sighs]

It all happened right here.

Mike Orgel was off duty.

According to the report,

some guy on angel dust
was wavin' a 12-gauge shotgun.

Around right here.

Orgel didn't call
for backup, nothin'.

Just walks right in.
Gets both barrels
right in the chest.

Sounds brave.

It was suicide.

'Course, that's not the way
they wrote it up.

Were you two guys... tight?

Yeah. [Sighs]
Me, and Mike, and...

believe it or not, Evan Freed.
Freed?

I don't see how anybody
could hang with that dude.

[Chuckles]

There was a time...
[Laughs]

The three of us did some
serious hell-raising.

We all went through
the academy together, like...

the Three Musketeers.

And then what?

And then we hit the streets.

Green as hell.

[Exhales]
It was a long time ago.

We got assigned to do a shakedown
on these dance joints.

Dealin' poppers.

Mike wanted off the gig.

No big deal.

Turns out there were
a couple of gay bars.

So, one day...

Evan starts razzin' him,
you know, good-natured stuff.

Sayin' stuff like,

Mike'd be afraid somebody
would recognize him.

And then he went
and told us the truth.

Somebody would recognize him.

He was in the closet. He was gay.

How'd you handle it?

I didn't.

At the time...

I didn't know how to handle that.

L...
Hell, I couldn't say anything.

You're allowed.

Evan really freaked.

All of a sudden, it was
"faggot" this and "faggot" that.

And then he put in for a transfer.

What about Orgel?
What'd he do?

What could he do?

Next day they shoved a desk at him.
Started lookin' for ways to dump him.

I didn't stick up for him.

He was my friend.

I failed him.

I couldn't find a way to handle it.

You had the right feelings.

Yeah, but I didn't do
anything about it.

What could you do, man?

You didn't know how.

They don't teach that in the academy.

You learn it in the street.
In the world.

In our hearts.

Where I know you have it.

I don't know.
You better know.

'Cause I don't pass up beautiful girls
like Michelle for nothin' less.

[Chuckles]
[Laughs]

You know something, Tubbs?
[Laughing]
What?

You ain't half bad.
Ditto.
[Laughs]

Now you... You can drive
your tired partner home.

[Laughing]
Come on.

Good.

Thanks a lot.

Been lookin' for you guys.

- [Clears Throat]
- You're drunk.

[Grunts]

- Give us a moment, will ya, pal?
- Stick around.

[Tubbs] Yeah, I gotta go
see my broker, anyway.

Let's you and me have a drink.
Man to man.

That's right, Crockett.

I'm a real man.

A real man makes mistakes.

I made one with Mike.

And I've paid.
A real man thinks.

And he changes.

A real man uses his brains.

If he's lucky, after a couple of years,
he gets wisdom.

But you...

You still want to hang
that rap on me.

[Breathes Heavily]
Well, buddy, I found more ways...

to hang that rap on myself
than you or the devil
will ever know about!

[Sniffles]

Is that why you've tried
to catch a bullet for years?

What's that? Adjustment?

[Sobs]
Forgive me, Sonny.

Say you forgive me!

[Sobbing]

Please!

[Crying]
Come on, Evan.

Make me happy, Sonny.
Make me happy!

[Gasping]
I'm so damn sorry!

[Continues Sobbing]
Evan, come on.

[Knocking]

[Laughs]

[Clears Throat]
OI' Papa Gusman took the bait.

Tonight we reel him in.
[Chuckles, Clicks Tongue]

[Sighs]
Midnight.

Shipyard. Don't be late.

[Tubbs] What the hell
was that all about?
[Doors Bang]

Confession and redemption.

And a guy hangin' by a string.

Nice place. Phew.

Yeah.

I love the smell of industry
and stagnant water.

Reminds me of home.

You can't carry it around forever.

They're late.

Doesn't matter.

You know, you're not, uh...

doin' anybody any favors.

God, I hate the waiting
more than anything.

You've both been
livin' with it all this time.

It's been eating away at you.

And now, there's a chance
for you to lay it to rest.

I can't.

You got the courage
to do this job, every day.

Have the courage to tell Evan
what it is you have to say.

I'll think about it.

If we pull this off,
you may not see him again.

If we don't, it won't matter.

It's goin' down. Stand by.

- Gentlemen.
- You're late.

- Traffic was busy.
- We didn't see any.

It doesn't appear
you brought the money.

It doesn't appear
you brought the hardware.

- Rituals.
- [Helicopter Whirring]

♪♪ [African]

- Go!
- [Starting Engines]

[Horns Honking]

[Calabrese]
Freeze! Hands up!

[Switek]
All right, let's go!
Move, move, move.

Come on, come on, come on!

There. Turn around!
To the boat!

That's it.
Come on! Now!

Up against the boats!
Come on.!

Spread those legs.
Spread 'em.!

♪ September '77 ♪

♪ Port Elizabeth weather fine ♪

- ♪ It was business as usual ♪
- Looks like some kind of illegal activity
goin' on here.

All right, Officers, why don't you,
uh, load up that contraband?

Hey, turn around, tough guy!

Looks to me like we got
a bit of a problem here.

How are we gonna get all that stuff,
and these suspects, in those two cars?

[Zito] Uh-huh. Yeah, it looks like we're
gonna have to make a couple of trips.

- [Switek] Believe so.
- You're ripping us off.

Back up against the boat, clown!

Is that it? You got it all?

Okay. Now you citizens,
drive careful on the way home,
now, you hear?

- Bye now!
- ♪ The man is dead ♪

Good night, fellas!
♪ When I try
and sleep at night ♪

♪ I can only dream in red ♪
Turn around the other way.
Quick!

♪ The outside world
is black and white ♪

- ♪ With only one color dead ♪
- [Tubbs] Gusman.

- How'd they know we were here?
- ♪ Oh, Biko ♪

What is this country coming to
when you can't even trust
the police to be honest?

Your organization is a joke!

You better get the hell out of here!
Chill out. Chill out.

We're out 120 grand.
You'll hear from us.

Easy come, easy go.

♪ Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja ♪

♪ The man is dead ♪

♪ The man is dead ♪

♪ You can blow out a candle ♪

♪ But you can't blow out a fire ♪

♪ Watch the flame begin to catch ♪

- Evan!
- ♪ The wind will blow it higher♪

♪ Oh, Biko ♪

- ♪ Biko because Biko ♪
- [Gunshots]

[Glass Shattering]

♪ Biko because Biko ♪

♪ Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja ♪

♪ The man is dead ♪

♪ The man is dead ♪♪

Why'd you have to do this?

My decision. Good or bad.

Maybe I wanted to prove something.
Maybe not.

Like Orgel.

Orgel made his own decision.

Evan? Hang on.

Evan!

Now it's your turn, Sonny.

Evan...
[Exhales]

♪♪ [Chanting]

♪ Biko ♪
Sonny.

♪♪ [Fades]