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How'd you get into this, Drummond?

I got recruited out of law school, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed.

You know, life of adventure, exciting folks, exotic locales....

Been exotic?

Huh! Only exotic I've seen is the bugs in my intestinal tract.

Gives a new meaning to the term "liquefied assets."

Slow down, Henry. I'd like to have all my limbs get there at the same time.

Can't slow down, can't get out.

I'm just a wheel in a big machine called the DEA.

Feed it some money and it makes a lot of noise.

You don't know these people like I do.

It's your party. They won't hold this guy for one hour?

Welcome to the Third World.

Put your hands up.

Hey, man, we're on your side.

Put your damn hands up!

I came down here to get...

the Revillas' flight schedules, not my last rites.

Crockett, Tubbs, whatever you do, keep your hands up.

Keep your hands up, whatever you do.

Now, those folks over there don't look so dangerous. Nice Rolls.

No. But they're a hell of a lot easier target than the big boys.

Wonder if they know they're the grassroots...

of a $200 billion industry.

Wonder if they care.

Okay, guys, listen carefully. The guy inside is part of the Revillas network.

He says the Revillas are using a Panamanian cargo plane, La Halphen.

Flying underneath radar...

landing in the swamp before dawn tomorrow morning.

Yeah, but where in the swamp?

They don't seem to know where.

Maybe he ain't telling them everything.

Believe me, he ain't holding anything back.

Oh, God.

Please.

Tell me.

Man, what's the matter with you guys? You guys crazy, man?

You're going to get us killed. It's their world.

It's a code.

Come on, man. It's a code.

Come on, man, let's get out of here.

You guys are going to get us killed, man.

Get out of my face!

Okay.

And like I said, welcome to the Third World.

I don't know. Seems pretty thin.

It's a code for a location. The Cross of Jesus.

It could take weeks to track that down.

We don't have that much time.

We've got 10 hours to locate the position.

Couple of years ago, I rolled this bozo Colombian pilot.

Pencil-thin moustache, silk scarf.

Regular Smiling Jack.

He called his drop point Christ's Crossing.

Christ's Crossing.

Cross of Jesus.

Same place?

Maybe. Thin.

It's all we've got.

You want in on this?

It's our jurisdiction.

Four more hours. Then we pack it in.

Deadline was two hours ago.

If no one shows up by then, the Revillas probably got us made anyway.

Vietnam, Cambodia, Colombia...

Puerto Rico, Bahamas, Everglades.

Bet I've soaked up more swamp than Elvis.

Look on the bright side of things, man.

At least nobody's trying to make shoes out of you... yet.

We're on.

I only make.... I only make out one brother.

Miguel.

Surrender yourselves. Put down your weapons.

You're all under arrest.

Cease fire!

What a mess.

Where's Henry get the budget to toss a party...

every time they make a bust?

Or doesn't the DEA have too many winners?

Nobody won, it's a cold war. And for what? It's just a job, man.

You telling me you'd rather be pushing papers in some white-collar cubicle?

The stuff just keeps rolling in.

We're just a toll booth on the highway.

You're singing the vice cop blues again.

What the hell is this?

Move this bus! No can do, compadre.

That winged ornament is private property, and any damage you inflict...

upon it is first-degree vandalism. You gotta move it!

Who said vaudeville was dead? What's bugging him?

Life as we know it. Maybe if you back up slowly.

So Gina's already here?

Yeah. You think these DEA folks know how to party?

Trudy, go get help.

Henry.

Gina.

Colombians.

Gina? Gina?

Sonny.

Easy.

I'm cold.

Oh, Sonny.

Hang on, darling. Hang on.

I've lost three agents since the bust in the swamp.

Same MO.

Ritual executions.

You're positive it's the Revillas?

Yeah. Guy you blew away was a cousin.

Shooter that got away was Miguel.

Probably wanted to whack Drummond personally...

for the operation in the swamp.

One big, happy family.

The Revillas still in the country?

New York City.

What are they doing in mid-market?

Why aren't they safe and secure in exporter heaven?

Because they're unique.

They don't just grow, process and export.

They ship, import, wholesale.

And they take profits every step from A to Z.

They grow the crop, take it to market. Simple.

Yeah.

Simple $200-million-a year, vertically-integrated monopoly.

Run by a couple of crazed Indians...

who don't even know what those words mean.

Who are a step removed from the Stone Age.

Gina's out of surgery.

Still listed critical, but it's too early to tell.

I need the Revillas cashed in before any more of my agents get killed.

They're fugitives now, capital crimes, and we can prove it.

Somebody's got to stir them up enough to flush them out and take them down.

Your people go on strike? The agents who were killed...

Drummond and the two in New York, they were all under, under deep.

Your security's been violated. Yeah.

And we aren't sure how deep they got.

Figure someone threw half a mil at some junior clerk somewhere...

and tapped into our central files.

For all I know, the employment records and agents and...

photographs of every DEA agent in North and South America are in their hands.

Addresses, license numbers, family members, the works.

I got my East Coast people locked up in safe houses with their families...

watching daytime TV.

Your people don't appear in any of our files.

No way the Revillas can make them for cops.

A couple of well-supplied players from Miami...

would attract a lot of attention.

That's our credential to New York?

Newton Windsor Blade.

You might say he's the Sears and Roebuck of controlled substances.

I've been working him for about three years...

and I just haven't caught him and the dope in the same place.

If you can't bruise him, use him.

How the government expects...

anyone to lead a decent life...

and still keep paying taxes is beyond me.

That's because they expect you to make it legally.

Burnett.

That's so you can take deductions...

without having to worry about going to jail over an audit.

And here I was thinking...

Coast Guard was spanking you and took away your little toys.

They can't catch what they can't see, pal.

Newton Blade, Ricardo Cooper. Pleasure.

Not yet.

Go sharpen your pencils and take your spreadsheets with you.

Hi.

I'm Honey.

Sweet.

Newton, did you hear about the Revillas bust a couple of days ago?

Yeah, I vaguely recall something about the...

nasty little soir�e in the Everglades.

Dreadful, the way those Colombians take their business so personally.

Did you also read in the papers about how the contraband didn't make it...

to the police property lockup?

Accidentally, unfortunately misplaced.

All 600 pounds of it, huh?

Not exactly something one can hide in one's glove compartment, now is it?

Looking for a distributor?

Stuff's hot in Miami, man. A sudden glut in the local market...

and the Miami-Dade regulars...

will be committing our profiles to memory.

Yeah, so we were aiming towards the Midwest or the Southwest.

Well, the only west I deal with is the west side of New York.

The man you want is Jimmy Borges.

What do you think?

New York? If it has to be, it has to be.

Miami may be paradise...

but we are now looking into the core of civilization.

Are you crazy? We're looking into gridlock, Rico.

About as much fun as watching paint dry.

The rats are government rats. The roaches are government roaches.

The whole city is a government construct...

designed to suck the humanness out of us.

Couple of cowboys up from Miami on a secret mission.

I'm very impressed.

Yeah, Gorden. Valerie Gorden. Detective.

We're here to do a job.

Rape season's in full swing.

Couple of crazy Colombian dealers whacking anyone who gets in their way.

I got home invaders picking the East Side clean.

Huh. Now I'm supposed to baby-sit a couple of Miami vice cops?

We were instructed to check in with you.

There's no way in heaven and there's no way on earth.

We were told that you would cooperate without asking any questions.

You can lock up my body, but you can't lock up my soul! Go ahead!

My soul belongs in a taxi! The yellow, yellow taxi!

You can hurt me, but I can fly! I can fly!

Vice.

They tell me I've got to give you permits to carry concealed weapons.

I've got to give you computer access.

I've got to give you my private phone number...

so you can call me whenever the hell you want...

and interrupt my private life with your little rodeo routine.

She's expecting me.

Well, I'm not giving you squat...

until I know what the hell it is you're doing out of your jurisdiction.

Yeah, this is Crockett.

We got a little problem here.

It's for you.

Yeah. Yes, sir, I see.

No, sir, I was only.... Yes, sir.

It's Tubbs. T-U-B-B-S.

Tough, Unique, Bad, Bold, and Sassy.

Welcome to New York, Detective.

In the subway car, where they're free--

Kind of quiet day, huh?

Come on, come on.

Hey, Miranda, baby.

James. How are you?

I'm cooking with gas.

Where were you Friday night when I needed you?

Dinner at 8:00, and me short on party favors.

Hey, I'm out of pharmaceutical retail. Oh?

But I am mainlining consumer wholesale, if you get my innuendo.

Materialism bores me.

I'm not talking about common consumption.

I'm talking about audio and visual....

Let's happen.

No, just tell her that Rico called again.

Yo, Jimbo?

The legendary Jimmy Borges?

Been looking all over for you, man.

Visiting your favorite hot spots.

I've never been to this one before in my life.

Newton Blade sends his best regards.

Says the moon is rising over Miami.

Listen, if you're not offering me more protein than these eggs...

why don't you take a hike, okay?

Why don't you check Blade out?

Why don't you let me eat my eggs? They're getting cold.

Excuse me. Waitress?

He ordered scrambled eggs.

Call him.

So you're friends of Newton Blade's.

So is half of Miami. So what?

What's this guy need, birth certificates?

Listen, man, whatever it is, the answer is no.

I'm retired. Sorry.

But you guys have a nice flight back to Miami.

Whoa. Jimmy, man.

We got guarantees.

Yeah, one-shot deal, man.

In, out, wham-bam-boom, done.

Let me guess. Heavy snowfall?

How about 600 pounds of Bolivian nasal dust...

courtesy of the Miami Metro Dade police property warehouse?

You guys ripped off cops?

Mmm-hmm.

The stuff's in New York? Well, not yet.

We want to take some orders first.

Satisfaction guaranteed, man. Or your money back.

Blade tells us that you...

know the right Fuller Brush route.

That's a lot of powder.

Only one guy can handle that kind of volume.

"In, out, wham-bam-boom," huh?

What's my cut?

40 kees. On delivery.

Make it 50 and we boogie.

Sure, why not?

Let me make a few phone calls. Meet you guys at 10:00.

You know the Club Delirious? Intimately.

Frankie. Frankie!

Jimmy! When'd you get back on the funway?

Never got off. Listen, these are the players I was telling you about from Miami.

Friends of Newton Blade's. How you doing? Frank Sacco.

Frank.

This is Valerie.

You two know each other? No. I wish we did.

Sit down. Have a drink. I'll be right back.

Qu� pasa, man?

Out-of-town friends, Jimmy?

Those guys? My cousin in Florida asked me to show them a good time.

Real pain.

Since when is Frank Sacco on the A-Tour of New York City?

You're too suspicious.

You're making too many phone calls.

You're hitting your shoes.

That's serious weight.

Immediate delivery. Decent price?

18.

That's 22 below market, no?

You know, you two make nice bookends.

You dance, Miami? I think the lady would like to dance.

Your friend there is very intense.

See, Sonny, it's a different world up here.

It's all wired, very tight.

At 42 a kee?

The Revillas got you guys running scared.

Sonny, do me a favor, all right? Come back when I'm hungry, all right?

I mean, I'm a little fat now, you know what I mean?

Meanwhile, don't get you guys sold a couple of Colombian neckties.

Not our style.

Since when are you working vice?

Since they took me off probation.

At least now, the victims I work with are still alive.

This guy, Sacco, he's no victim.

No, he's a lieutenant in the Dante organization.

They've got their hands in everything from prostitution to narcotics.

We've infiltrated from all sides, and we're close.

Sacco's a key man.

He could be responsible for at least five drug-related territorial killings.

What are you to him? Companion.

And you're up here after what?

DEA is handcuffed.

Played the fish with live bait. Us.

God, I've missed you, Valerie.

I've missed you too, Rico.

Listen, baby, I've got to run, all right? Thanks for the dance.

Look, why don't you stay and take the limo home?

Okay?

Business.

I never really got the chance to thank you...

for being in my corner after what went down in Miami.

I just did what I felt was right, Valerie.

What happened to Borges?

I saw him leave with two platinum blondes. He's trawling.

Say, why don't we get on out of here and party?

We can hit the Area, or the Limelight...

or maybe iam on up to 128th Street.

I think I'll just go it alone.

Give you two some time to yourselves.

You serious? I love an adventure.

Besides, you get the check.

Tell me about yourself.

I'm nobody.

Nobody, doing nothing.

Just an average guy, getting by.

The Americans, they call themselves Burton and Cooper.

Hey, look, they're nickel and diming.

They're no big-- Nobody.

You want to sell me something?

How about your ears?

No, I need my ears to listen to smart, sensible guys like you.

Hey, look, I'm a big fan of living.

Hey, Nobody.

Nobody buy from the Americans. You understand?

Makes sense to me. I don't suppose I can interest you...

in a high-end audio-visual component system for your home or office?

No.

No. I'm sorry, Rico.

Valerie.

I can't.

Not very persistent, are you?

I don't like this game already.

Sometimes the best things are the hardest to get.

Yeah, but the hardest to get ain't always the best.

You expecting me to swoon and fall into your arms?

I wasn't expecting a hit-and-run.

Buy you a drink? You're hopelessly conventional.

Buy me a drink. That's better.

How about you buy yourself a drink and just try to get over me?

I think it's my cab.

Would it matter if it wasn't?

Cab's waiting. Do you want to share it?

No, thanks, toughie. City's full of them.

Survival of the fittest, doll. Aren't you intrigued?

Oh, yeah, sure. You pick me out of a whole crowd...

throw a couple of kinky looks my way...

act all hot and bothered, and then turn into the polar cap.

I never get hot and bothered.

why don't you just get lost?

Good for me, lady.

The last thing I need is to waste time on a nutcase with an attitude problem.

Hey, the meter's running on your mouth-to-mouth, lady.

The caterer's planning eight food stations.

Nine, counting the one on her bed.

Look, it's alive!

Think she left it for us?

Pull your claws back in.

It's very nice of her to let us use her place to debut your photographs.

It needs a shave anyway.

Think it likes her?

It doesn't even know her damn name.

My gun.

Colombians have taken the market away, understand?

That's why Frank Sacco was a no-go.

Yeah, so we forget about the big boys.

We'll go to the dealers on the street if we have to.

What "we"? You want to play kamikaze, go ahead. I'm out.

A memory. I've got a whole new set of priorities...

and staying out of stir and out of the morgue drawer...

are top on my list.

You guys are begging the Revillas to come out and blow you away.

How much?

Read my lips, Richard. Nobody's buying.

How much?

I'm risking life and limb!

100 kees on delivery, and I get to clear out six hours before closing.

In case the Indians decide to crash your bash.

We'll think about it.

No can do.

See, I'm already committed. The Revillas?

You're gonna get burned.

Oh, wow.

They're overbooked.

Everybody we talk to has got a Colombian commitment.

And there can't be that much powder in all of Peru.

Not to mention that shipment that the DEA bagged.

And look what happened to them, honey.

Come back to us when we're stood up.

It doesn't work that way.

When are you expecting a delivery?

Soonish.

Look, you're both real cute, but we're afraid of the Revillas, honey.

Snuffing cops, letting blood.

We'll handle the Colombians.

So brave.

But they're wasting their time.

So it seems.

Ain't nobody on the street going to cross the Indians, baby ducks.

You men can keep beating your heads against the wall.

This Jim is doing the E-Street shuffle and calling it a day.

Trouble is, we just scratched the surface, buddy.

We got a couple more appointments to make.

No way. Keys, please. Come on.

Let him go.

This meat head ain't making anything happen, anyway.

You get what you pay for.

Think he's trying to up the ante on us?

Probably.

Something's seriously out of whack up here, man.

It's just the ground moving beneath our feet again.

Oh, brother. That's all.

Get over there! Come on.

Hey, man, what is it with you? Get out of my--

Hey, man, what's the problem?

Looks like you guys struck out.

Haven't even got to first base. Hotshots from Miami.

Yeah, and you were so effective before we got here.

I don't see improvements, I see wasted time--

That's for us to decide!

This is our jurisdiction.

Hey, man, you stay out of my face!

Up your jurisdiction, man! Up your jurisdiction!

Sit on it and keep it warm. If you wanted us out of this...

and off this case, we'd have been out of here before now!

So just get off our backs!

Face it, you can't deliver! Yeah, I can deliver, chump!

Man's right, Tubbs.

What the hell are you....

What you doing, man, taking his side?

Man's right. We're rolling snake eyes.

We can't cut in between the Revillas and their customers.

Maybe we should just think about backing off and heading south.

I'll see you again, huh? Yeah, all right.

So what's up, Einstein?

If the supplier can't deliver....

Then Revillas' customers start to shiver.

You're a poet, Rico.

And my mama knows it.

You want to cut off the Revillas' supplies?

You men are too much.

Why don't you just give me this gun? I'll blow my own brains out here.

Save the Revillas a lot of trouble.

Deal of the century, Jim.

Fifty percent of our gross.

This is what you've been waiting for, right, pally?

The motherload.

You knew we'd be spitting in the wind today, but you played along.

Have I told you about this new shipment...

of high-end electronic Japanese wizardry...

I've been trying to move?

Dealer's dream, Jim.

Quick in, quick out.

I mean, a month from now, you could be cruising down the C�te d'Azur.

The Revillas are gonna--

The Revillas don't even know where France is.

They think it's in Asia.

Until I get there--

Until you get there, you lay low.

Study some travel brochures, learn the language....

Beautiful clothes, beautiful cars...

beautiful girls.

Cold, hard cash.

A man of means.

Gold card?

Platinum.

Okay, so...

maybe I know a guy whose sister knows a guy, whose cousin...

married a guy who is involved--

That's a lot of people, Jim.

Latins have big families.

C�te d'Azur.

Where's that at again? France.

Tubbs!

The Revillas pay $1 ,500 a run.

Two packages.

Makes the drop somewhere in Jackson Heights.

He doesn't ask questions. He doesn't know names.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

A man who really wanted to impress me probably would've brought flowers.

My gun.

Whatever happened to "Hello, Margaret, it's nice to see--"

Where is it?

Do you hate me?

I had to have something to make sure you'd come back.

I like guns.

I don't.

Then why do you carry one?

That was uncool, lady.

Did you know that most victims of shootings are shot with the gun--

That was major uncool.

Have you ever killed anyone?

Don't treat this like a game. Don't do it.

You didn't seem to mind last night.

Feel a little emasculated today, do we?

Sonny, wait.

I'm sorry.

I can be pretty awful, can't I?

Don't answer that.

We don't have to stay.

I got a business appointment.

You work too much.

We could go get some dinner.

This will all be over in about an hour.

We could come back.

I'll wait for you downstairs.

Slumming again, Margaret?

Moth and the flame, Richard.

Yeah, sure. But which of you is which?

Forget how to use the phone?

Valerie, it's Ricardo.

I left a message at your office. I thought I might catch you here....

I'm under, Rico. I don't have time to socialize.

Val, it's Rico. You there? Pick up.

Could have fooled me.

I do what it takes to get over.

Don't give me that it's-part-of-the-job routine.

You don't get paid to loosen anybody's sex collar.

And you don't get paid to tell me what I'm about or what I'm doing.

Okay, I've heard the messages. You satisfied?

At least you could be straight with me.

Even when your sister was deep in it...

at least she was up-front about turning tricks.

Just go, Rico.

And what you're doing with Sacco?

It's none of your business.

He's good to me.

When I get the order, I'll move on him.

If you still care, you'll try to understand.

I can't promise that, Val.

I don't understand why this is....

I don't know!

I'm trying....

I feel like I just went two out of three falls with Hulk Hogan.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Just business.

At this hour?

You should talk. He who has the midnight meetings.

Are you all right? Yeah.

Life keeps throwing me these scary little surprises.

Sometimes I just can't deal.

There's something that I should tell you.

Look, I already have a pretty good idea of what you're into, Sonny.

I've got a thing about dangerous men.

Maybe that makes me an adrenaline junkie or a thrill-seeker.

No, it's not that.

Cut through your defense system and you're one hell of a woman.

I like you, Margaret.

Enough to be honest with you.

Or at least as honest as I can be about...

who I am and what I am.

I don't like to think of myself as one of your dangerous dudes.

I don't do this sort of thing for kicks. It's just a job.

I don't get off on it, and when it's over, I try not to think about it.

It'd be nice if one part of my life was real.

Is your name really Burnett?

My first name is Sonny.

What are you really like?

Flip side of Burnett?

That gets a little cloudy sometimes.

I don't care.

When do I get to meet Margaret?

Thinking about staying in New York after we're done here, aren't you?

I been thinking about a lot of things.

We're in action.

Pretty damn easy, I'd say.

One drop point for everyone.

I wanna meet with them.

Mmm-hmm.

Yeah.

Mmm-hmm.

No, no, no, no, pal.

We meet face to face with the Revillas, in person...

or there's no deal at all.

You guys are way out of line!

You're using strong arm tactics, illegal seizure!

You're out of control!

And you've risked compromising the whole operation just by contacting us.

You're a couple of cowboys!

You could've started a full-scale war with that stunt last night.

Well, we are shutting you down. There is no operation.

With all due respect, Cmdr. Rene...

I believe that my partner and I...

know a little bit more about guys like the Revillas than you do.

You haven't worked in New York in over a year.

New York ain't calling the shots on this one, buddy.

Colombians are.

You upset certain balances, there will be a bloodbath.

There's the larger picture to look at.

To hell with the larger picture!

Either you want these Indians or you don't.

Simple as that.

We want them.

But this isn't Miami.

There are certain rules we all play by.

Yeah? Well, you don't follow those rules or play them too aggressively...

'cause the Revillas are still out there.

You two are history.

With our own people, we set up a new investigation.

Fine. Good. Done. Next.

But you better tell the Revillas that.

'Cause they're expecting to meet us tomorrow night, pal.

So are we in or out?

The deal goes down at 10:00 p.m.

We're gonna need five kees of flake...

some SWAT back-up...

and any other kind of help that you can give us.

You're out!

You are over and out!

Why the hell would the NYPD...

turn its back on a major bust...

of maior maiors like the Revillas?

Something's definitely out of whack.

This city's about power, man.

I know its rhythms, and I can hear the power coming down on us.

I hear you. My question is, who?

Yo, Jimmy.

Yo, Jimmy, you home?

Borges?

Tubbs.

What?

Tubbs, get down!

Crockett!

The Revillas? It's too neat.

Why the hell are they after us? It's gotta be Sacco.

Move! Move! Get out of here!

Get out of here! Tubbs, hit it!

Looking for someone?

Too much excitement.

You've gotta get outta-- Your boyfriend's in there, isn't he?

Get out of here! He put a hit out on me and Crockett today.

I don't know anything-- And our connection got blown away.

Listen. Rico.

Listen, why would he put a hit out on us? I don't know!

Why would he go after us?

The Revillas do their own business.

Who put them onto us? I don't know. I don't know what's going on.

Now, will you just go on up the road? Go back to Miami.

Forget the whole thing. You're out of your league now.

No, Rico!

Rico!

What have you done?

How long has the Sacco organization investigation been going down?

Two years. Maybe three.

You've blown this whole thing wide open.

What are they waiting for, huh?

Don't they have enough information in three years to go to a grand jury?

What the hell's going on here?

I just do my job. You're dancing on air.

Why don't you open your eyes? Ain't no victims, only volunteers.

Get out of here! Go talk to Crockett's friend, Margaret.

Get out of here!

Get out of here.

Hello? It's me.

I got bad news.

Mmm-hmm.

Your friend, Margaret....

Who are you?

Last time I looked, my driver's license said Margaret.

Nice digs.

Fringe benefits?

Your name was found in the pocket...

of the very late...

and, most recently, very dead Frank Sacco.

Keeping tabs on me, Maggie?

I wasn't supposed to fall in love with the mark, Sonny.

I tried to call you yesterday and warn you.

Sonny, please....

I didn't know it was gonna go this-- Who do you work for?

Go back to Miami.

Too late. They're trying to kill us.

Who the hell do you work for?

I don't know the big picture.

I never do, I never have.

I just do a job.

Public relations.

That's what I am? No.

Like public park, public toilet.

What's it about? I told you, I don't know!

Never about guns.

It's never...

had to do with guns and killing and....

I collect information.

I watch, I listen.

Trade delegations.

Japanese businessmen.

Trade secrets, who's meeting who, that's all.

May I help you, please? Excuse me. Gentlemen!

I'm sorry, but you can't go in there right now. He's in conference.

Gentlemen, I'm sorry, you can't go in there right now.

Mr. Johnston, I'm sorry, they just--

Hi there. We're the cops you've been trying to kill.

Close the door, Miss Bracken.

Care for a drink?

Been expecting us?

Did Margaret call ahead?

Sonny Crockett and Ricardo Tubbs.

Miami vice.

Ricardo Tubbs.

Security Central Bank of Florida, checking...

$341.62.

A smattering of stocks, mostly low-yield losers.

James Crockett.

Dade County Federal.

$600 in an interest-bearing checking account...

another $5,500 in savings.

You owe two months outstanding on your bank credit card.

And American Express turned you down last March.

You going somewhere with this, or are you just running laps?

Money is a commodity...

like oil or water.

And that American dollar...

is the best brand there is in the world.

Now, those of us who have it...

can make more of it...

by loaning it to those who don't.

Not so long ago...

our bank...

loaned a lot of money to our friends in Latin America.

We are talking about hundreds of millions of dollars.

Now, they aren't going to repay that...

by selling straw bags and clay pots.

If these Latin borrowers default...

we would be decimated.

And we are America.

We are the entire free world.

When we sneeze...

everybody catches cold.

That's why...

it's very, very important...

that we nurture and protect...

our Latin brother's major cash crops.

Especially those that he measures in kilos.

Are you sure you wouldn't like a drink?

What I want is answers.

I want to know why a Wall Street address...

is running interference for a couple of bloodthirsty Colombian peasants.

I want to know why murder and mayhem are suddenly footnotes on a balance sheet.

Look.

All you need to know...

is that you're just along for the ride.

It's a big boat.

Why rock it?

I don't give a damn if it's the USS Enterprise, pal, or who's on it, or why.

Our job is to rock it, and if it sinks...

so what?

I doubt that's gonna happen.

No?

How's it go, now?

Discreet phone call to some Ivy League buddy...

a little buttoned-down talk, and then suddenly...

two South Dade cops become tin ducks in a shooting gallery...

without back-up for a major bust?

That door...

leads to the outer hallway.

I can't touch you.

I know that.

Too many roadblocks, politics, favors...

but you're dirty, ace...

and I'm patient.

I count six.

Figure another two in the wings.

Can't afford to miss.

I don't plan to.

The men from Miami.

You play this game well.

I don't like you.

We didn't come here to make friends.

You got the money?

What surprises you got in that bag, huh?

Freeze!

Tell them to disarm!

This is not your fight.

It is now. Now tell them!

Time to die.

Valerie.

I'm here with you.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Stay with me, Rico.

Fancy meeting you here.

Hey, Lar.

Not now, Stan, I got four minutes...

to get this deposition downtown.

Yeah, and I'm the Pope.

Switek. What's up, buddy? Sure, pal.

Rico. Sir?

I decided to reopen surveillance on Newton Blade.

That means paperwork on my desk by 1700 hours.

It's nice to know we're appreciated, putting our life on the line.

Singing those vice cop blues again, pal.

Rico, remember that case that we shut down in Hialeah, the kiddie porn?

I got something could be related. Same kind of set-up.

Welcome back, guys.

Hey, how you feeling?

Been better.

It'll be another two to three weeks before they let me come back to work.

But I'm ready to go.

Yeah, Crockett.

What?

Where?

No, slow down. Hang on just a second.

All right, go ahead. What do you mean, where have I been?

Yeah, right.

No, don't do a thing. Just...