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Are you guys hearing anything?

Coming in
loud and clear.

The thing I can't figure is
why Scianti's taking chances

bringing in a freighter

with a $20 million load,

straight into the port.

Why not?

Just changed
the ship's papers,

hired himself a new crew
with no rap sheet.

He bypasses the speedboats
that he needs to off-load at sea,

and he's got
himself a secure pier.

The man's
practically an artist.

I'm almost gonna hate
taking him down.

Not me.

We got a visitor.

Well, well.

Stanley Costa.

Doing business
with the Scianti family.

Stanley told me tonight is the biggest
load that's ever come into Miami.

That is, of course,
after he swore me to secrecy.

Well, me
and his favorite bartender.

There's a sedan
coming in now.

Come on, Stanley.
Make our bust.

Keep your ears
in the eye zone.

How you doin',
Emmanuel?

Hey, you're looking real GQ
there. Ready to make a deal.

The, uh, trouble is,
we're not.

We, uh, can't lease you
the pier, babe.

What?

Are you tired of living?

The freighter's due in right
now with a 50,000 pound load.

We need that pier.

Well, it's a boat, babe.
Turn the sucker around.

I ain't paying you gringos
enough, huh? Is that it?

I'll lay an extra $300,000.

They don't get it.

Look, the old man's got a more
legit purpose for the pier now, okay?

He's pullin' out of dope.
You're going to burn for this.

Oh, I'm gonna burn for this?

It won't be as nice
as it sounds.

Yeah? Wait till you're
up to your neck in cement

with Biscayne Bay filling'
your mouth with water, okay?

Then get cute!

Well, so much for the Sciantis'
brilliant career in the dope business.

Oh, is she
out of this world, or what?

She's something,
all right.

Yeah, great bod.

Hey, shut up, Stanley. You understand
absolutely nothing about broads.

Go find the other ladies,
would you?

They got hookers
in there?

All right, Stanley, we'll meet you
back at the house in 20, all right?

Uh, gotta tell Dad
Arroyo's a little tweaked.

You want Sal to help you?
Nah, I'll handle it.

I'll see you in 20.
Okay.

Hey, Stanley,
what's happening?

Burnett? What the hell
you doing here? You nuts?

Well, you see, Stanley,

the thing is, like, I'm a cop,
man. And you're under arrest.

Yeah, right, that's what
I am. I'm under arrest.

No, really, man.

I'm a cop.

And I want you to put your hands
on the pickup there, nice and easy.

Real easy, now.

Stanley!

Give it up, Stanley, for
once in your miserable life!

Last chance, Stanley,
give it up!

Freeze, Stanley!

If this is number four, we might
be able to bust old Scianti after all.

What the hell?

What the hell is this?

I always knew old
Stanley would end up this way.

But I never thought
he would die for art.

Detective Whitehead. Sonny
Crockett, Ricardo Tubbs.

Nice to meet you.
Likewise.

Whitehead.

The detective is in charge
of the Art Thefts Unit, NYPD.

Well, what brings you
to Miami?

Gettin' a little slow
up there on your circuit?

Well, as a matter
of fact,

I was on the trail of the
artwork you recovered last night.

Oh, uh, the Scianti bust.
That's right.

The detective maintains
that, uh,

Albert Scianti
masterminded an art theft

from the Marmottan Museum
in Paris seven years ago.

And these are the
two side paintings

to the Marmottan's famous 15th Century
triptych, The Madonna of the Spirits.

We think Joey Scianti

drove away with the centerpiece
to the set, The Madonna.

The Scianti family is dealing in art?
I love it. You gotta be kidding me.

Well, these two
side paintings

could bring him as much
as seven million dollars.

With The Madonna, the
centerpiece in Joey's car,

the entire masterpiece could
command as much as $17 million.

Unbelievable.

Do either of you gentlemen
know anything about art?

Got the wrong guy, pal.

Well, what about you,
Detective?

For 17 mil I could fake it.

Good. I'm delighted
that you can help me.

I understand
that these paintings

are to be brought back to impound
until I can get the proper requisitions

to return them to New York.

I would suggest that
we keep a full press blackout

on the entire operation, the
shootout with Stanley Costa,

as well as the recovery
of The Spirits.

For what purpose?

Well, dealing art isn't the same
as dealing drugs, Lieutenant.

If the Sciantis discover that the
police are in possession of The Spirits,

they'll simply hold on
to The Madonna,

ruining any chances
of recovery.

I'll give you
a 36-hour blackout.

Any sign of Stanley?

I checked all his hangouts.

The Zebra Room, the track.
The guy's nowhere to be seen.

Damn it!

Costa's ripped off
with The Spirits.

I'm tellin' you, Sal, we gotta find
our loser before he lays them off.

Yeah, meanwhile, what're
you gonna say to your old man?

We don't tell
the old man zip.

We got the art, deal with
the Greeks going down,

everything's just dandy.

That mean you're gonna lie
to your father?

Absolutely.

Telling him the truth would
be absolute suicide, believe me.

Remember when I was running
the hot 'Vettes down to Haiti?

Yeah? So?

Yeah. So, uh,

he suckers me with his
sensitivity routine.

He says, "Confide in me, son."

So I tell him the truth,
I lost the load.

So?

So he pours a whole gallon
of lighter fluid all over Prince.

Oh, right.

Well, who's Prince?

My barbequed doggie.

This work represents the
cutting edge of the art world today.

The movement is called
Neo-Dadaism,

and the painter in question,
Andrew Noble,

is generally considered
to be its dean.

That's the new stuff?

If I remember correctly,
there was a guy named, uh,

Paxton used to paint
that kind of stuff in the '50s.

This is a piece
by Lucy Lammermoor,

representing a search
for the purest possible form.

The painter here is engaged
in a sort of aesthetic mysticism.

Yeah, I'll say it's pure.

It's so pure
I can't even find it.

Lammermoor's work never panders
to the viewer, Detective Crockett.

She puts great demands on
her audience for visual rewards.

Yeah, I'll say.

I'm still looking
for the payoff.

Let's see if we can't learn
something, shall we, gentlemen?

It is crucial
for your cover.

I knew this was going to be difficult
with two detectives from Miami.

Jeffrey, uh,
what's the problem?

You don't feel at home here,
or what?

I'll tell you where I feel
at home, Detective Crockett.

On a Scandinavian liner
headed for Paris,

sipping a Dom Perignon,
sitting at the captain's table.

You see, in my line of work,
Detective,

I've grown accustomed
to going first class.

Now this, Detective,

will be your ticket of
admission into the Scianti ring.

That's a Mark Kostabi.

Very good, Detective Switek.
A man of letters.

What a pleasant
and gracious surprise, huh?

Other works by Kostabi hang
in a gallery owned by Scianti.

Now, this is a very
negotiable item.

Well, this painting must be
worth, I don't know, $900,000.

What happens if it
gets lost in the buy?

It's a copy, Detective.

And neither you nor Scianti will
ever be able to tell the difference.

Pretty good.

Great grub, huh, Sal?

How come you're not eating,
Pop?

Because you haven't mentioned
The Madonna of the Spirits once.

She taken care of?

Picked them up from the warehouse
last night. Relax, would you?

All three pieces?

Yes, all three pieces.

The Madonna,
the two little side paintings.

The whole little softball
team, safe and sound.

Well, they better be, because |
got a Greek with 17 million bucks

waiting for me, huh?

Now, go on, go drop off the
Virgin and scoop up that green.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Yes.

I run Zarem.
My name's Julia Scianti.

I'm Professor Cooper.
Hello.

It's remarkable
to see a Kostabi show.

Actually, I was just working
on a monograph about the artist.

Is that right?
Yes.

It's amazing how
he's able to assimilate

so many different kinds
of religious imagery,

crucifixes, saints,
priestly figures,

and not seem emblematic
or cheap.

Eloquently put.

I hope I'm not sounding
too academic.

It goes along
with the turf.

I taught art history
for almost 10 years.

This doesn't quite reach the
level of Siamese Connection.

Now, there's a painting. I'd
give anything to own that one.

But it was bought by an anonymous
collector a few years ago.

Perhaps it'll resurface.

Oh, I'd say
that that's unlikely.

Whoever has it must be in love
with it. They'd never part with it...

willingly.

Well, suppose
it were to resurface.

I mean, uh, hypothetically
speaking. Would you be interested?

Hypothetically
speaking?

Yes.

Of course.

I'll give you
$200,000, cash.

That's a tad low,
don't you think?

If I needed
that kind of cash,

I'd just as soon hold up
the college credit union.

Best I could possibly do
would be $250,000.

I shouldn't.
Not really.

But since you're such
a true lover of art...

When do we make the exchange?

The Colonnade Hotel,
this afternoon at 5:00.

I'll set it up.

I must say, it's a pleasure
working with an officer

who appreciates
Mark Kostabi.

I love his work.

He's an original. But he
doesn't hold a candle to Neiman.

Neiman?

Is he in the German school?

Nah. The sports school.

He paints jocks.

Oh.

You know,
I can't believe this.

I got buyers who'd machine gun
their kids for this garbage.

Hey, I know you.

You used to hang out
with Stanley Costa.

Could be.

I know a lot of guys.

Lately, I've been throwing
in with the professor here.

'Cause he travels first class.

Yeah, so he does.
You got style, Teach.

Well, if you prefer
the classical period,

I work with a consortium
of antique dealers who...

Let's see,
how best to put this?

Rip off chateaus in France.

Dig the prof.

You can sell them to
the elderly in Palm Beach.

You don't have to
cool them down either.

You know, I gotta tell you, for a
professor, you got a lot of shady ideas.

All right, that does it.

Now, that's
what I call art.

Ben on a C-note.

Well, congratulations,
Detective.

Not at all bad
for amateurs.

I think I got
this scene figured.

The, uh, professor
and Mr. Burnett there

could be in league with
our old buddy Stanley Costa.

I'm telling you, those two
winners hijacked our paintings.

Maybe we should
put a tail on them.

No, no, no.
They'll be back.

I'll guarantee you, they're gonna
try and take off with The Madonna,

and when they do... Yeah,
bye-bye! You sons of...

I ought to blow them away
right now.

$75,000.
May I have $80,000?

$80,000. May I have $85,000,
ladies and gentlemen?

$85,000.
Thank you, sir.

I'm holding at $85,000.

A bargain
for this avant-garde piece.

$85,000, ladies and gentlemen,
fair warning.

Sold to this gentleman.
Congratulations, sir.

And now, lot 102. A painting
we've all been waiting for.

The latest exploratory probe
in the Neo-Dadaism.

A Mark Kostabi, and an asset
to anyone's collection.

Who'll start the bidding
at $70,0007?

Thank you, sir.
May I have $75,000?

One hundred.

One hundred. Thank
you, sir. May I have...

One-ten.

Sold to this gentleman
for $100,000. And now...

My God, man, I didn't even
have a chance to bid.

I'm heartbroken.

May I have $30,000?

I have $30,000
on the left.

That's clever.
$35,000 in the back.

You two bought back
your own painting.

That's right,
Professor.

In case the gendarmes come by,
we now got it registered officially.

- You know what I'm saying?
- $45,000 down front.

Maury's a good friend
of ours.

$45,000.
May I have $50,000?

That's nice.

I think my painting's
in very capable hands.

Thank you. Holding for
$45,000 to this gentleman.

By the way, I'd like to invite
you and Mr. Burnett to a party

hosted by a very special
benefactor to the arts.

That'd be lovely.
Good.

How often do you and Professor
Cooper attend art auctions?

Oh, as often as possible.

Paris, Berlin, Mexico City.
Wherever art is sold.

Thank you.

And how did you two become
involved in art trafficking?

Well, I met the professor
in New York.

In a little gallery
down in Soho.

The professor got tired
of faculty sherry parties,

and I happened to know
an old collector

who was interested
in collecting some,

shall we say,
valuable paintings.

The professor and |
became partners.

Sigmar! I'm so happy
to see you.

How are you?

You must know Mr. Burnett.

No, I don't.
Who the hell are you?

Well, of course you do,
Sigmar.

We met at Elaine's in New
York. Don't you remember?

Oh, yes.

You were the one
with the three Chinese girls.

Could be.

I remember now.
You were a very bad boy.

Well, thank you.

Mr. Motherlant, this
may sound terribly naive,

but what is it your sculptures
are attempting to say?

I never explain, madam.
Excuse me.

My work is
beyond syntax.

Thank you.

Come on, Nikos. You're getting
a little paranoid there, aren't you?

Look, I got The Madonna, and I'm working
on the two side paintings right now.

Besides, I got this
new Mark Kostabi painting.

I'll give it to you
for almost cost.

What do you think, huh?

I'm gonna go run a check
on the Greek, Nikos.

Cool. I'll work the party.

Most wise guys, what're they
good for? Hijacking? Extortion?

Dealing horse?

Me? I, uh, deal art.

I'm, uh, deeper than them.

Soon you'll be featured in Art
in America, won't you, Joey?

You shut your mouth, or you
don't get no spending cash!

What does she know?

Holing up in a college with a
bunch of cardigan sweaters.

She don't gotta deal with the
jackals in the business like me.

Speaking of business,

word has it that you were
involved in the Marmottan heist.

Whose word?
Stanley Costa's word?

Who is this, uh,
Stanley Costa?

Like you don't know.
No.

I'm afraid I don't.

Come on, Joey, tell me.

The Madonna of the Spirits,
is it in your possession?

You know, you're pretty
sharp there, Professor.

What if it is?

I have a buyer.
A very, very wealthy fellow.

Much better off than the
Greek. He'd be interested.

That is,

if you do have the piece.

Joey Scianti's in possession
of The Madonna. No question.

And he's already cut a deal
with the Greek, Nikos Plato.

I think the time is right that
we lift the press blackout

on the recovery
of The Spirits.

Why now?

That'll let everyone know that we're
in possession of the two side paintings.

We've got a full-bore investigation
going on on The Madonna.

It'll scare off the Greek and
leave the Sciantis with one buyer.

Us.

It's just a routine buy,
Lieutenant.

Bing, bang, boom.

You guys may be hotshots
in the dope business,

but I can assure you you're complete
virgins in the world of stolen art.

With the heat on, Scianti will
simply sit on The Madonna.

He'll look at it
as a long-term investment.

I don't think so.

I know the Sciantis.

They live to make deals.

If we press him now,
he'll sell,

and we'll nail him.

You're impossible!
Amateurs.

We lift the,
uh, blackout.

Well,
that wraps it up, Ed.

Except for this final score,
justin.

Believe it or not,
Heat 128, Lakers 89.

Joey...
Get back!

Move it. Move it!

Joey, I thought
this was the beginning

of a beautiful relationship.
AR, cut the innocent act.

We know you grabbed
The Spirits, you little leech.

Now, listen, you're misinformed.
The police have the ladies.

Oh, the police?
Yes!

What's this, comic strips?
No, no, no, no, listen, listen.

Just calm yourself down.
You'll see.

I saw it on the news tonight,
and I saw it myself at 7:00.

Oh, the news, huh?
Yes.

Sal, take care of
this guy, would you?

This is hideous. Look, what
are you gonna do with that?

I'm gonna add you to my
list of top 10 hits, Professor.

Sal, look, not here. You'll
get the floor all messy.

Take him outside,
would you?

What... what...

And finally, local police have announced
today that the two side paintings

to the famous Madonna
of the Spirits triptych

have been recovered
after a violent shootout

which resulted in the death of crime
world figure Stanley "Ice Pick" Costa.

There's every reason to believe
the $11-million centerpiece,

The Madonna itself, is in the
possession of an organized crime family

based right here
in sunny Miami.

It seems even society's filthy underbelly
wants to become part of the art boom.

A sad commentary
on our present mores.

I'll tell you
what's sad, Bill.

When you're squeezed inside
a trash compactor, you son...

I'm terribly sorry, but I absolutely
detest physical violence.

He seemed to be beside
himself, so I had to hit him.

No problem.

Hey, uh, look, Professor, |
checked the TV. You were right.

The cops grabbed the ladies.
Some deal, huh?

Yeah.

Perhaps you should, uh, tend to your
friend. I think he could use some air.

You're looking very out of
sorts this morning, Detective.

Well, those books you gave me on
Neo-Dadaism, they keep me up all night.

Well, perhaps they're
a little over your head, eh?

I almost got planted
in a body bag off 1-95,

SO save
the Masterpiece Theatre act!

I suppose you could do me
some physical damage, Detective.

I suppose I could.

Or we could sit and discuss this
like two civilized human beings.

Which would you prefer?

What do you mean you
don't wanna make the buy?

Simple. The heat's on.

I think it's time for me to make
my yearly pilgrimage to Crete.

Yeah, well let me
tell you something.

You back out of a deal
with the Scianti family,

you're going to Crete
in a box, I promise.

You're a cute kid, Joey.

Why don't you leave
while you still look good?

Hey, that's my cousin!

If we don't find another buyer
soon, Pop's gonna waste us, Sal.

I've just communicated with
my superiors in New York.

Because Joey Scianti
can turn The Madonna

into as much
as $11 million,

we need a commensurate sum
in flash money.

It just isn't available.

Concurrent investigations have
sapped our office's resources.

I'm afraid we won't be able
to make the deal.

The Sciantis are
in the dope business, too.

We could use dope
to make the buy.

A serious collector
won't accept narcotics.

Who the hell's talking
about serious collectors?

On an evolutionary scale, the Sciantis
are about, oh, one step below amoeba.

We could use the heroin
out of impound.

It can be arranged.

Well, I would be
most grateful.

There's just one more thing,
Lieutenant.

This operation must be
in my hands.

I'm responsible for the
safety of The Madonna.

That's more important
than the drugs.

Not if four pounds of
number four hits our streets.

My priorities
are to the paintings.

You're in charge.

Stan,

Trudy and Gina
will be your backup.

That'll be all.

Well, Professor,
looks like you're on.

I always knew
I'd get a PhD.

Now, let me
get this straight.

This big art collector wants to
buy The Madonna with street dope?

What the hell's
this world coming to?

You know, I gotta tell you,
Professor, you're full of surprises.

How much?
I believe he said it was

four pounds of, uh... What
is it? Uh, pure number four.

Does that sound
right to you?

Number four?
Oh! That's a major score!

I can step on that three times and
have the hottest smack in Miami.

Oh! All right,
now, look, Professor,

look, I got no problem
with the deal,

but I wanna meet this guy
face-to-face.

In case he burns me,
I wanna know who to chase.

That's fine.

This all goes down on your
turf, this afternoon at 3.00.

Now, listen, Professor,

if this guy doesn't show,
I'm gonna take your house.

Nice guy.

Hey, Julia!

That's one
classy-lookin' chick.

Yeah. Reminds me of this broad
I knew back in high school.

Anna Maria Valchak.

She used to take me underneath the
grandstands and do little cheers for me.

But, uh, the nuns
didn't really dig our act.

What'd they do,
send her to a convent?

Nah, I heard she's working
on 42nd Street.

That's very funny.

Just what I'd expect
from the two of you.

Hey, chill out. We're
taking good care of her.

By selling her for drugs?

How soon they forget. Let me
tell you something, smarty-pants.

It was drugs that put food in your mouth,
it was drugs that gave you an education

and bought you time, so you
could learn about big fancy paintings

and things like this thing
right here.

You wouldn't know a
masterpiece from an Etch-a-Sketch.

All that exquisite detail.

Loving contours of the face
and the hands.

To you, it's just a pile of
money to blow at the racetrack.

Shut up.

I can't believe we're related. It's
like you crawled out of a swamp.

Hey, you know something? Better adjust
that little attitude you got there, Julia.

I swear,
if you weren't my sister,

I'd love to just whack you
with a baseball bat.

Just once.

We're in position.
Oh, yeah, hello.

It's, uh, Lonely Guy Security. Uh,
you fellows set up in the house?

We're open for business.

Uh, roger.

Stan, here come your boys.

Your customers have arrived.

Gentlemen.
Right this way.

Joey Scianti,
meet Jeffrey Napolitano.

Always a pleasure to meet
another connoisseur.

Yes. Where is The Madonna?

Where's the number four?

Very heavy-duty.
Very heavy-duty.

So, uh, Joey,
let's see The Madonna.

Well, what's the rush?

I was hoping
we could do some.

As a matter of fact, I was gonna
fix you up a shot there, Professor.

No, no, no, no.
No, thanks.

All right. Well, uh,
she's out there in the car.

I didn't want her
to see this.

Well, let's not
keep the lady waiting.

All right.

Well, follow me, Jeffrey.
Sal, keep a...

Keep an eye on the
party favors, would you?

This way, Jeffrey, old boy.

There she is,
safe and sound.

Emergency.
Officer down.

This is Whitehead.
Move in.

Check the bedroom.

Cops.

Give it up, Sal.

No way out.

And you told me
he was the dumb one.

Who's down?

Stan, do you know where
Whitehead was staying?

Shangri-La Hotel.
Just two minutes away.

To late for that. He
planned this from the get.

He's gone.

Gone. But gone where?

"The only place
I feel at home is in Paris."

Airport?
No, ships.

Get on the radio and check the
departures. Call us in the car. Let's go.

I'll go this way.

Damn.

You know, I gotta admit,
as a broad you got more class.

I'd urge you not to
interfere, Mr. Scianti.

Hey, what's a twangie like you
doing taking me off, anyway?

I would prefer not to mar
my retirement from active duty

with physical violence.

Oh, I'm terrified.

Look, I'm breaking out
in hives over here.

You really didn't think
I'd endanger

the safety of The Madonna by
putting her in your hands, did you?

Come on, look, let's not get personal,
okay, pal? Just hand over the ladies.

That's real blood, man.

Freeze!

Pack your paints
and easel, Jeffrey.

You're headed to the joint.
What have I done?

Give me some more, okay?

Yo, Sigmar, baby.

Y'all ought to lock the front door
with all this high-priced art around.

Get out of here,
you Philistine!

Oh, now, Sigmar.

Damn.

Good night, Sigmar.

Sonny, I know
how this must look.

But you have to understand.
I couldn't let my brother sell her for drugs.

I was protecting her.

You know, I don't know
what hurt Whitehead more.

The fact that he was going to jail, or
the fact that he got fooled by a fake.

Now, I started thinking.

Who could have
pulled this off?

Who had The Spirits
long enough?

Who loved it?

Then it came to me.
Only you.

It was the way
that you described her.

Her face, her hands.

Then I realized.

Julia.

Nope, Julia would have
never been fooled by a fake.

Guess where I went last night?
To the library.

Really?
Yeah.

I went there, and I looked up
the guy that painted the triptych.

Uh, what's his name?

Milo Lembrezzi.
I'm aware of him.

Yeah, yeah, Milo.
Well, are you aware

that it took Milo three years
to paint those ladies,

and when he was finished,

he took his work
to his patrone and...

Who was some duke
in the Medici family.

And the duke says to him, "Ah, it's
not exactly what we had in mind, Milo."

So he cut off Milo's hand to
show him how disappointed he was.

Well, that's a very
sad story, Sonny.

Yeah.

Look, no one knows
except you.

Now, I'll give you
half the money.

That's eight million dollars.

Eight million dollars?

That's a lot of money.

And then we could, like,
hang out together.

Go to foreign movies,
polo matches.

Nah.

Doesn't sound like me.

This one's for you, Milo.