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Crockett.

Vice, Miami.

(Top Notch Television)

I put in 70 miles of driving...

for this little t�te-�-t�te, Maroto.

So you better not be wasting my time.

It's no waste, Crockett.

I got something I want to share.

You got something to spill, spill it.

If it's any good...

maybe some milk-kneed judge will cut your time.

But I wouldn't bet my life on it.

You one tough cop.

It takes a tough cop to bust me, Crockett.

You got 30 seconds before I walk out of here.

Now what did you want me for?

Payback.

We find out how tough you are.

No!

Officer Sonny Crockett, please.

Hold on a minute, I'll check.

Off. Crockett's out on a field assignment.

If you'd like to leave a message, I can see that he gets it.

Yes.

It's very important he gets it.

Sounds to me like your man, Maroto...

should have been in a psycho ward, instead of in the joint.

It was a nothing bust, Rico.

A couple of summers ago, I'm running a line down at the yacht club.

In walks Joe Palooka, says he wants to move some crack.

PS, three days later, I bust him with five keys of party favors.

It doesn't make sense.

A guy serves 14 months on an 8-year rap and then blows his brains out.

Sense ain't got nothing to do with it.

Freaky is what it is.

What?

You spend a couple of hours combing some guy's brains out of your hair...

see what it does to you.

Which one's Reydolfo?

The goofy-looking one in the yellow shirt.

He's Mario Fuente's Secretary of State.

The only way we're going to get out to see Fuente...

is if this clown gives us a diplomatic passport.

Do you think it's true that...

Fuente never steps foot on land?

Just lives out there on the boat?

I've never seen him at Hef's parties.

Hello, Reuben, nice fish.

Hi, Burnett. I got a beauty this time, huh?

Yeah. Who'd you use for bait?

An illegal alien.

Reuben Reydolfo, this is Rico Cooper.

The pleasure's all mine.

Hello, ladies.

Cubano, eh?

A citizen of the State of Free Enterprise.

I'm looking forward to doing much business with you.

What kind of weight we talking, Cuba?

Maybe 80 keys to start.

Everything goes well, maybe a 100 keys a month.

100 keys a month? Every month.

That's heavy traffic, Cuba. You can handle it, huh?

No problem, man.

Okay. This is the way it works:

Everything is on the boat. You bring the money to the boat...

that's where you get the dope.

Never any exception.

Yeah, we know how it works. When do we meet Fuente?

Fuente no talk to you.

Come on now, Reuben!

It was understood that when we set the deal, we would set it directly with Fuente.

That way, everybody would know where they stand. Now, come on!

No middleman. Middlemen make mistakes.

You know, my last shark had two arms...

and a leg. Fantastic.

Good.

The words from my mouth, they come from Fuente's.

You don't have to see the man.

And you don't have to breathe his air.

Don't worry, ain't nobody gonna make no mistake.

That's what the last clown said...

but I almost got my head handed to me...

by a DEA agent with an M16, all right?

Okay, you can take this deal back to you to Cuba.

I have no time to waste with you.

Unless, of course, we go fishing sometime, eh?

Still no luck on Fuente? It'd be easier to have lunch with the Pope.

Metro-Dade just sent these over. No name, just a number.

Crockett, Tubbs.

"Off. Sonny Crockett, please call." On my way.

The same.

The same. Must be your girlfriend, Switey.

That's extremely humorous.

Well, I think it would be a lot funnier if you still had a girlfriend.

Kevin Cates, this is Earle Hodges.

Sonny Crockett.

Heard a lot about you guys, great arrest records.

Ricardo Tubbs. Nice to meet you, Tubbs.

Look, here's the deal, fellows, I'm DEA out of New Orleans.

We got a slight problem over there, name of Mario Fuente.

What a coincidence.

We got a problem down here with a guy of the same name.

You wouldn't be figuring on doing anything about it, would you?

Yeah, well we'd like to!

But when you're talking Fuente, you're talking Mr. Safe.

He sits out there on the ocean...

in one of the biggest yachts you've ever seen.

That's where he makes all of his trades.

Just him, the dope, and the buyer.

The first hint of trouble, he dumps.

All the little fishes get frozen noses.

Yeah, well, so we figure the only way...

to bust this guy is face to face.

But, we can't get an appointment with him. No one can.

We're talking about the Howard Hughes of dealers.

I think we can help you out there.

What do you think, Lieutenant?

We help them out on that one?

We've been on this for three months...

got nothing.

Cates is going to join up with you.

You're kidding.

No. Cates is South Beach Vice.

He'll be able to help hook you up with a certain...

Reuben Reydolfo.

Mr. Reydolfo is Mr. Fuente's right-hand--

Yeah, we know who he is, all right.

Thanks a lot, fellas, but I think we can handle this one.

No offense, but I don't think this is going to work out, compatibility-wise.

It's settled.

I'll be calling you, Lieutenant.

I appreciate your cooperation.

Maybe you're right, Rico.

After 12 years in this business...

maybe I'm developing a nose-cooler's paranoia.

No problem, man.

A little R and R...

and everything will be cool running.

Man, just once I'd like to know what it's like when a lady asks my name...

to tell her Crockett and not Sonny Burnett.

Hey, if she gets to that point, buddy, you'd better leave the job.

Did you find the little boy's room all right there, South Beach?

We have bathrooms in South Beach, too, Sonny.

No. Not too many, but a few.

Once I even took a flight all the way to Detroit by myself.

No kidding.

Tell me something, Cates.

What are you going to do for us that we haven't already done for ourselves?

I can get you past Reydolfo.

With what? An AK-47?

As far as he knows, my name is Lou Carlin.

He thinks I'm a player, just like you guys.

Just like us.

You like that?

Well you'! re the guys who've been striking out.

I'm the guy they sent in to get you back up to the plate.

You can't argue with the truth.

I'm a cop.

I know how you guys feel right now.

I'm not here to get in your way.

This is your town, these are your people.

I'll play this thing any way you want to.

Forget about it, man.

If it's the three of us, it's the three of us.

But right now, I'm going to pull the plug. It's been a rough week.

Sonny.

I'm real pleased to be working with you.

No, I haven't found him yet.

He hasn't returned my calls.

I don't think he's in the book.

All right.

Hello? May I speak with Sonny Crockett, please.

No. Is he a relative?

I don't think I have any ties.

Are you sure? I don't know, I'll look.

Wait here.

Sonny? Stay on deck!!

Yeah?

Share the wealth, Crockett.

What are you talking about?

Share the wealth.

Whoa!

Hey, you're wired.

Here's the deal.

We get back last night, this place is turned upside down.

And I got a little note scrawled on the chart down below.

"Where's the money, Crockett?"

Money? What money?

Tubbs. They used my name.

To all the low-lives and joy riders around here...

I'm Burnett.

To blow the weirdness meter right off the dial...

I'm getting calls since 3:00 a.m. this morning.

"Share the wealth, Crockett," he says.

Some breather bozo, "Share the wealth."

Who would know your real name?

How the hell should I know?

I have 100 little scum-balls who've seen me make collars over the years.

The social debris of our fair city. Hell, I don't know.

What, have I lost my mind?

I'm going to feed you breakfast?

As a watch-gator, you'd make a good pair of shoes.

This is no good, Sonny.

I think you ought to call Castillo and have him pull you off the boat.

No way, pal! I was in this cover and on this boat...

when you were still in the Bronx pounding the pavement.

And if you think I'm going to give up a good cover...

just because of some...

wise guy making phone calls...

and leaving funny little notes, you're--

Burnett.

Yeah.

Oh, really?

Uh-huh.

Okay, we'll be there.

That was Cates.

Mr. Big Time says he's got a meet on with Reydolfo. I'll get ready.

You know, since that loony tune you put away did his little floor show...

you've been acting real rough around the edges, man.

Rico, save it, all right? Hey, Sonny.

I can see it from here.

You gotta lighten up.

In our business we can't afford...

to have our mind on anything else.

You know, it's kind of weird...

watching somebody else play our hand.

Love the table, toots.

Maybe next time you could put us a little closer to the men's room, huh?

Maybe I will get rid of my boat, Rico.

The off-the-rack look seems to be in this year.

I'll be damned.

This guy is getting on my nerves. Be cool.

Mr. Reydolfo, we meet again.

Sonny, it's been a long time, pal.

Really? Seems like just this morning.

So you guys want to do business, huh?

Maybe we do something. Maybe.

But not for a 100 keys a month. That would not be worth Mr. Fuente's efforts.

What did you have in mind?

Quarter ton blocks, 230 keys, 25,000 a key.

With an as yet to be negotiated...

penalty price if you are ever late.

For time, trouble.

So how about it, Cuba?

Can you handle the weight?

The question is...

do you have the boats to move it, man?

Listen, pal...

I can outrun anything in Fidel's fleet.

There's still the matter of Fuente.

We'd like to shake his hand, right?

No problem, Burnett. No problem.

You just show up there this afternoon, we close the deal.

You know my friend Lou, here.

He tells me you're not such a big slime like I think you are.

What does he know?

You know, you should get a better table next time.

That small table makes you look small time.

Take care, Sonny.

I'll look you up sometime.

I mean, he made it look so easy.

"Sit down, have a drink. You want to meet Fuente? No problem."

Three months we've been working on this case.

Cates comes in, boom.

It's like scoring bad acid at Woodstock.

That meeting on Fuente is in five minutes.

Hey, Zito, maybe you can do us a favor.

I'm flat broke till payday.

No, man.

Maybe you can ask Cates to give us a couple of pointers on undercover work.

Maybe steer us in the right direction.

Well...

the way I figure it, Fuente is like a lid on a jar...

that's screwed too tight.

And you guys worked real hard...

on that lid for three months.

Cates comes along, makes the final twist.

That's a nice way of looking at it.

Thanks, Larry. Sonny.

I'm getting some more messages for you from Metro-Date.

Same ones. You want me to--

Crockett.

My office, alone.

Later, Gina.

Gina.

What's up, Lieutenant?

Internal Affairs wants to see you right away.

For what?

Don't keep them waiting.

I guess they must have gone to lunch, huh?

Ah, what the hell...

If they want me to take half a day on the city, it's okay with me.

I've been here better than 20 minutes...

and you were here before me.

What did they have you do, sleep here last night?

It's hotter than hell in here.

Damn, it's like an oven.

Why aren't you sweating?

I'm talking to you, pal.

Maybe I don't have any reason to sweat.

Maybe you do.

Maybe I'm not going to play this game!

What about a long-range transponder?

So if they take him somewhere, we'll know where to look.

I don't think we can use a wire.

It's just a meeting for talk.

It's not worth the risk...

unless you're sure you're going to be putting Fuente together with the dope.

Are you going to the meet?

I'd love to but I have a dentist appointment I'd rather go to.

Hey, I'm out of this. I did my part.

I got you guys past Reydolfo.

Anything goes wrong, I got to protect my credibility.

You're out there on your own. Be careful.

Hey, Crockett, you bust this guy...

I'm putting you in charge of making sure the papers spell my name right.

Is that Cates or Carlin?

Cates or Carlin, that's funny.

I had an interesting conversation today.

I found Off. Crockett.

I'll come out.

I want to see your face when you hear this.

Mr. Fuente, I wait a long time for this pleasure.

Let's get down to business...

and we'll get the hell out of Dodge.

I once had a trusted employee...

a man named Maroto...

who was moving some weasel dust for me.

He, too, was in a hurry.

After years of faithful service...

he hurried away with 3 million of my favorite dollars.

Can I offer you something to eat? Some wine?

Let's get to it.

I know Maroto has my money.

He disappears for a while, then he pops up...

he's arrested.

They send him to prison.

Now we get to the big surprise.

One day, my man, Maroto...

sends for the police officer who arrested him.

They talk briefly and then, guess what?

Maroto kills himself. You know what I think?

I think Maroto told the cop about my money.

So I look everywhere for this slime-ball cop.

His name is Crockett.

Then I found something out.

A bigger surprise.

There's a guy, his name is Burnett.

A two-bit player looking to get into the weasel dust industry.

I found out that Burnett and Crockett are the same guy.

I want my $3 million, Crockett. It's mine.

Where do you think you're taking me? You've got nothing on me.

$3 million is a lot of money, Crockett.

I don't have your money.

He's right. We can't take him in.

No, but we can throw him in.

Time for a swim, pal.

This is great.

Perfect.

We got Fuente moving 1,000 keys of dope...

through Miami every month...

and you clowns are after me?

Did you know this guy was Internal Affairs?

Yes.

We've got records from Metro-Dade show you received...

a number of anonymous messages from the Fuente organization.

I got a news flash for you, pal.

Fuente wanted to find me.

He didn't know that Crockett and Burnett were the same person.

This is beautiful.

I got Fuente's people after me. I got my own people watching me.

What the hell is going on here, man?

No wonder I felt like I was being watched. I was being watched!

You blame us, Crockett?

Over a year of playing tough guy...

suddenly Maroto feels like a visitor: you.

When I busted Maroto...

he was just another dirtbag...

looking to put together a dirtbag deal.

I had no idea he had anything on Fuente!

I never heard of the $3 million! I believe you, Sonny.

This is beautiful. What is this?

A vote of confidence from another IA mole?

I'm DEA.

I've been working Fuente since before you busted Maroto.

When word came up that you and Maroto got together, they sent me in.

He doesn't need your pedigree, Cates.

Now, I figure Maroto for classic machismo.

More than likely he fell in love with the one guy who took him down.

That's enough.

I'm not finished yet. Yes, you are.

You want to talk to one of my personnel, you go through the proper channels.

All right.

Or maybe $3 million's enough to share.

Crockett.

Can you wait outside?

Thank you.

Sonny, I'd like to talk to you.

You fed us to Fuente for a bogus IA investigation.

You compromised us!

There's still a way, Crockett. You want to hear it?

I'm so clumsy.

I keep falling down for no reason.

Fuente thinks you got his money.

If you do, you're a dirty cop and if you're dirty...

then maybe 3 mil isn't enough.

You want to pick this up a little?

We tell him you got the money...

but you don't want to settle...

for a finder's fee.

You want to trade it back to him.

3 mil for 50 keys of pharmaceutical-quality cocaine.

That way, he gets half his money back...

and you can turn the keys...

realize a considerable profit.

He's out the cost of the dope, you're out half the cash...

but everybody's got something. Everybody's happy.

It's crazy.

It's a crazy business.

Fuente knows that Crockett's a cop.

Good or bad, it doesn't matter.

Fuente has animals out there that pick their teeth with cop's badges.

It's a way to go.

It's too dangerous.

I think you're clean, Crockett.

But there's still 3 million cash out there, and a lot of people think you got it.

Of course, it could just turn up.

I talked to the DEA.

I asked them to send everything they had on Fuente and Maroto.

Maybe something will point to the money.

I gave Cates a pretty good shot.

He's a rock. Yeah, I checked him out.

18 years on the job, almost everything in the field, you know.

Wounded twice, seven commendations, and four busted marriages.

My kind of guy.

Hey, look, Enrico.

They think I got the money. Come on, Sonny.

You keep talking like that...

you're going to make yourself into a head case.

Maroto meant what he said, didn't he?

Forget about it.

He put it on me, man.

He knew what he was doing.

He knew everybody would think I had the money.

Payback, man.

Payback.

You let Cates and Internal Affairs...

come in on me.

That's my job.

Yeah.

You had a responsibility to the unit.

Yes.

I need to know, Martin.

What did you think?

It's not what I think, it's what I know.

I know you're a good cop.

I got to have Fuente.

If I get him...

I'm out from under this thing, Marty.

He's yours.

You got guts, man, coming here.

Cut the small talk. Let's dance.

You want to give the money back? We take it.

If you're lucky, Fuente will let you live.

Maybe he even throw in a finder's fee...

a new Camaro or something.

Let's not get off on the wrong foot here, guys.

I think we can find the common ground.

He came to me and I think he's sincere.

That's what you said before, Lou.

That's why I'm sitting here, so I don't have to look like a jerk.

Here's what we're talking about.

I got 3 mil.

Fuente wants it back?

I'll trade him for a 100 pounds of Bolivian marching dust.

Are you crazy, man?

That's his money to begin with.

Possession's nine-tenths of the law.

He will kill you just for saying these things.

I've heard of worse deals.

Fuente loses the cost of the dope, but he gets his money back.

You are getting something from this. I know it.

A crummy 15%. What's wrong with that?

It's not just the money.

Fuente gives me his word that somebody's not going to sneak up behind me...

and put a bullet in the back of my head.

No word, no deal.

And I get Fuente's word face to face.

Sure.

Sure, he give you his word. He tell you whatever you want to hear.

I think we can do business on this.

Why don't you take off now, Sonny?

Reuben and I can work out the details. Good.

But you'd better get back to me, before the money's gone.

With my lifestyle, I could blow a million in a weekend.

Just like before, we got to create a situation where the dope...

and Fuente are on the boat at the same time.

Now this first trip out. It'll be just to talk to each other.

Tell each other there's no hard feelings.

Blah, blah, blah, blah.

Maybe there are hard feelings.

Maybe Fuente puts a bullet in your chest and just dumps you over the side.

Not without the money, he won't.

What if they want to see the money? I took care of that.

They don't expect to see it because I told them Crockett...

wouldn't flash until he was sure he had a deal.

If it goes that far, I can squeeze some funds out of DEA.

What about a wire?

I wouldn't get five feet.

Cates would.

Sure.

Whatever goes on out there today, I want it heard.

That's it.

You got the wire on him? Yeah, I got it.

Thanks, guys.

This is suicide.

Tell me another way.

Well, how do I look?

Like you just stepped off a catalog closeout.

What would you do with $3 million?

Wow.

I guess I'd put a big chunk into the Statue of Liberty...

and settle down in a nice place in the back of Staten Island.

Probably give some to your partner.

Everything you wanted to know...

on Mario Fuente, Jesus Maroto, by the FBI.

Yeah. What about a girlfriend?

Yeah, I'll hold.

These are my files. And a DEA file on Mario Fuente.

Get ready girls. Showtime.

Ow.

We're on? Yeah.

You know the drill.

Pal, I wrote the drill.

I can search you here in front of your neighbors or down below.

Whatever you wish. Let's use my boat.

"As witnessed by...."

Cates.

What happened? We lost him.

You don't really think I'd be dumb enough to wear a wire, do you?

In Miami anything' is possible.

Cates was on Fuente's yacht...

the day that Maroto walked off with the cash.

He had to know.

He told me and Crockett...

he didn't know anything about the money...

until Internal Affairs called him in on it.

So I called Internal Affairs.

He called them and volunteered.

Cates knew where Maroto hid the money.

He took it himself. Exactly.

He'll want you to do it, Crockett.

Hey, it's too bad you're a cop.

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

Go down below and get me a beer, huh?

Who was your maid this time last year, pal?

It was all a setup.

You set me up from the beginning.

Not Maroto's wanting to see you. Not what he did.

When I heard about it, that's when I did the rest.

You know what you did to me?

You know what you put me through?

Do you know what this job did to me?

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

I just wanted to sit and rest, Crockett.

That's all I wanted.

They still want the money.

They're going to be coming after you.

You ain't got nothing now.

I'm sorry, Sonny.

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