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Freeze! Miami Vice!

Let's go!
Let's get out of here!

Our transportation plan
seems to have gone awry.

Most unsatisfactory.

Move it!

Get down. Get down!

(GUNS FIRING)

You two go ahead.
I'll hold these guys off.

(SCREAMS)

I got him covered.
Get the other two.

Get out of that truck.
Hey, hey, don't shoot.

Come on,
let's get out of here.

(GRUNTS)

Move it. Move it.

Oh, God. Michael's dead.

Hey, relax, huh?
We got 40 kees
in the back.

That's over a million bucks,
Lewis. It's all ours.

They're on the run.
I'm gonna put an APB.

Oh, man.

He's just a kid.

Yeah.

Martin, three weeks ago,
when I was appointed
commissioner,

I said to myself,
"Henry,

"if you're gonna
put your stamp
on this department,

"it would pay you well
to remember

"what got you here
in the first place."

I'm a firm believer
in staying in touch
with my men.

Martin, the young man
that was killed yesterday
in the drug seizure...

I understand he worked
for Congresswoman Woods.

That's correct.

He'd been working on
her reelection campaign
for the past six months.

His name was
Michael Santiago.

Martin, you know,
Congresswoman Woods and I
spoke yesterday.

I gather you and she
have never met.
Perhaps it's time you did.

I don't know
if that would be wise,

since one of her
campaign workers
is involved with trafficking.

I think you'd be impressed
with this lady's integrity.

Besides, she could certainly
help our department
with funding.

WAITER: Everything
all right, ladies?

Um...

Well, uh, tomorrow afternoon's
kind of tight, Doc.

I got to be in court,
you see, and how about
if I call you next week?

WOMAN ON PHONE: Detective,
I thought you and Dr. Phillips
had an understanding.

She said you agreed
to try a marathon
session with me.

Um...

Well, yeah. I did, but see,
I'm kind of on this
hot case right now.

Detective, you agreed
to take therapy seriously.

And if you don't make time
for these meetings,

there may not be
any more cases
in your future.

Well, why didn't you say so?
I'll see you at 2:00.

You wouldn't believe
this damn shrink.

She's got me down
for three hours

of an encounter session
with some specialist.

I can't believe how much
work it is to keep from
losing your mind.

You gonna tell her
about the kid?

If it comes up.

Did we get anything
from the men we took
off the boats?

Nada. They're Ross's guys,
all right.

He's got an impressive
incentive clause
in their contracts.

You talk, you're dead.

We did come up with one thing,
Lieutenant. The dead kid,
Santiago?

The one that worked
for Congresswoman Woods.

Gina checked him out
and he ran with a guy
named Ricky DeMaria.

Small-time candy-man
to the club circuit.

Follow up the lead.

Commissioner Williford and I
just had breakfast.

Congresswoman Woods
has a strong interest
in this case.

Yeah, I'll bet.

DEA gets half
their appropriations
from her committee, right?

The only problem is,
Lieutenant, is this
DeMaria kid is all of 19.

And he runs with some
lightweight punks
down at the track.

Who we gonna put
next to him?

Maybe I could develop
a case of acne.

Wait a minute.

I got a kid that owes me one.

Let me see if I can
put that together.

ROSS: I used your
transportation, Morales,

because you assured me
you had top security
and good men.

There was no leak here,
Mr. Ross.

They said that they
had to dump the stuff
on the beach.

The cops were after them.

Oh, did they, indeed?
And you bought that?

You know, Mr. Morales,
I think what you need
is an incentive

to concentrate more
on your job.

An old-fashioned
six-of-the-best.

If I wanted a small return,
say, a mere 300%,

I might as well
be distributing...
What was it, Maury?

Ladies foundation garments,
Mr. Ross.

(MORALES SCREAMS)
That's right!

Now, where do
those kids live?

Well, don't tell me
you don't know!

Get out and find them! Go.

Oh, poor Edwina.
Come here, my pet.

Yes.

Having to witness
such rudeness.

WOODS ON TV:
At the beginning
of this administration,

cocaine was selling for
$50,000 per kilo.

Now, at the end of this
administration,

cocaine is selling
for $10,000 per kilo.

What does that tell you about
our so-called drug program?

And when my opponent...

You see,
you're out of control.
You're too aggressive.

It makes you look strident
and unfeminine.

I don't want you to
look like the teacher
scolding the children.

Dan, I'm not acting up there.

I know this may come
as a wild notion to you,

but I actually care about
what I'm saying.

Yes, of course, of course.
We're just trying to maximize

the potential of your
full visual impact.

But I can sure as hell
keep them from selling!

But you're too emotional.
I want you to bring it in.

Yeah, but if I...

Lieutenant...

Congresswoman Madelyn Woods.
WOODS: Yes.

And her campaign manager,
Dan Shaw...

How do you do?
It's a pleasure
to meet you.

Mr. Shaw.
My pleasure.

As you know,
Congresswoman,

Lieutenant Castillo
was the officer responsible
for yesterday's drug seizure.

So I gathered.
Good work, Lieutenant.

It pains me to discover that
one of my campaign workers

was involved
in this sorry affair.

I assume that you're familiar
with my record on drugs.

Yes, I'm aware of it.
It's very strong,

and we appreciate
all that you've done.

So I was hoping

that perhaps you would share
whatever information
you may have with me.

At the present time
that would be impossible.

We're in the middle
of the investigation.

WILLIFORD:
Martin, maybe we shouldn't
be too rigid about this.

Everyone here
is entirely discreet.

SHAW: Lieutenant,
I don't understand
your reluctance.

This young man's drug dealings
underscore the extent
of the problem we're facing.

These punks were working right
out of our own office.

At the present time
the case rests in my office.

Well, very well,
Lieutenant.

If you want to stand on
some pro forma sort of ritual,
that's okay with me,

but I think
I ought to remind you

that I am the Chairperson
on the Subcommittee on Drugs,

and I could be extremely
helpful to your department,
so...

Well, I think
you ought to reconsider.

Thank you very much.
Bye-bye.

Thank you.

Good afternoon.

Heya, kid.
Hey, man.

Hey, this is great.

A shot at working Vice.
Thanks for putting in
the word.

Think you're up to it?

What're we talking about?
Undercover?

You got it.

This kid, DeMaria,
he's a bad dude.
He's about your age.

He's already been popped
three times for blow,

and he's a suspect
in two coke-related homicides.

So you mess up once
with him, you're gator bait.

Don't worry, Crockett.
I can handle it.

Oh, yeah? Okay, I'm him.
What do you say?

Hey, dude.
What're you up to?

Breathing in,
breathing out, man.
What's it like with you?

Oh, I just blew into town

and heard you were
the guy to see
about scoring some blow.

Bang.

Where'd I go wrong?

Well, to start with,
that eager, smiling
face of yours.

You look like
a neighborhood kid looking
for a lawn-cutting job.

You gotta lay it back.
Cop an attitude.
Get a little more cool.

Let me ask you a question.
What are you trying to do
when you go in there?

Get them
to sell me drugs.

Wrong.
You're trying
to sell them on you.

When you first walk in there,
they don't know you,
they're not gonna trust you.

The only way you're gonna
get over with them is
to make them want to be you.

You got to hypnotize them.

You gotta make them think
that if they were you,

they're gonna be
a little more hip
than what they are.

And you're not gonna
do that by smiling
like Alfred E. Neuman.

You got that?

I got it.
All right.
Let's run it again.

Now, I'm him.
What do you say?

Yeah, listen.
I'll be here all day,
all right?

We are open for business.

All right, now you take
it easy, but take it, huh?

LEWIS ON PHONE:
Ricky, I don't like this.

I mean, stealing
from a hitter like Ross.

Man, what if he finds out?
He's not gonna find out.

Look, Morales will tell him we
dumped the stuff on the beach,
he'll think the cops got it.

Relax, man.
He doesn't even know
where we live.

I don't know.

It still scares me, man.

Lewis, this is a beautiful
situation.

We'll find a couple of broads,
we'll move the stuff, we'll be
rolling sevens by tonight.

I guess. Look,
I got to split, okay?

I'll catch you later.

Hey, Lewis...

(GIRL GIGGLING)

Hey, get a room.

Nice place.

Thanks. I like it.

I bet you do.

( ♪ Hard Left - Gary Clail and Tackhead ♪ )

Yeah, I drink
that swill, too.

The only difference is

I like something
a little white and pure
to go along with it.

Joey Chandler.

The name supposed
to mean something to me?

Santiago didn't
tell you about me?

Guess he didn't have a chance
before the cops blew him away.

I guess not.

So why am I so interested?

He told me
you're a very colorful person.

Into black Porsches
and white lines.

And how do I know
you're not into
law enforcement?

Oh, yeah, that's it.

I'm 100% heat.

You know, the reason
I bust so many people
is my subtle approach.

Yeah, like a cement mixer.

So what are
we talking about?

We're talking about

my list of bored,
rich clients.

In other words, customers.

(GRUNTING)

Hey, who the hell are you?
Who am I, Mr. DeMaria?

What do you
make of that, Edwina?

Mr. DeMaria
doesn't know who I am.

Bad mistake, Mr. Ross.

Hey, keep that dog back, huh?

This dog, Mr. DeMaria?

I can't imagine
she'd go near you.
She's a pedigree.

You're a common thief.

Hey, I don't know
what you're talking about.
I don't even know you guys.

Obviously not.
Still, you did run a shipment
of drugs for me the other day.

Oh, no, hey.

Hey, you got it all wrong.
I'm a graduate student.

Okay, all right, it was me.
It was me. But, hey,
didn't Morales tell you?

The cops were after us.
We had to drop the stuff.
We had no choice.

Is that so?
Yeah.

Unfortunately for you,
Mr. DeMaria,

I observed
an entirely different
scenario.

Edwina,

where do you suppose
a common thief

would hide stolen goods
in this place?

(GROWLING)

Let's see.

Well, well.

Snowing indoors.

Hey, hey, take it easy,
all right?
We can work this out, okay?

Hey, hey, come on, come on.
Let me... Let me explain,
all right? Let...

We make no excuses
for lying, Mr. DeMaria.

Hey, hey. Come on.
Hey, we can...

According to my calculations,
half of my shipment
is still missing.

Care to explain?

I didn't quite hear.

I had a partner!

I'll give him to you.
I'll give him to you!

That would be most wise.

Hey, Ricky. It's Joey.

Ricky!

Ricky!

Hey, looks like
we missed the high tea.

Ross?

There's two uncashed
paychecks there.
Three weeks old.

Two checks were drawn
on the Fourth Street Marina,
signed by a guy named Morales.

Let's call the coroner.

SONNY: So, tell me.

What is this marathon
concept all about?

THERAPIST: What do you
think it's about?

I ask you a question.
You ask me a question.
And I pay you.

I ought to bust you people
for running a shell game.

Okay, here we go.

I have to admit,
when Doctor Phillips
first told me

that I would be meeting
with you for two days in a row
in these intensives,

I figured it was
sort of the same
tactics we used

to interrogate prisoners
in Vietnam.

First you strip them
of their ego, and then
you get what you want.

That it?

I won't deny
there's a similarity
between the two processes.

But the difference is,
in the end, here, hopefully,
you get what you need.

Not what I want.
Besides, we don't
use bamboo shoots.

I get it.

You mean I get to

discover the rich tapestry
that is Sonny Crockett.

You say it
like it's a joke.
Yeah.

Well, maybe that's
because it is a joke.

You see, the problem
with this therapy stuff
is that you people assume that

when I get
to know myself better,

that my life
is just going to be perfect.

And that is not the case.

I'm gonna get
to know myself better,

but then I still
have to live this life.

You see, my problems
aren't just psychological,

they're real.

As in?

As in...

24 hours ago,

I shot a drug dealer dead.

He was 20 years old.

And no amount

of talking
or learning about ourselves

is going to bring him back.

That's where I live.

Get in the car, pal.

What? Who are you?

Ow!

Get in.

Move it. Move it!

Oh, my goodness.

I want you to fill
the center of mass
with rounds.

Dan, I am not comfortable
with this.

Not everyone wants
to play John Wayne

and carry a pistol around
all the time.

I'm not asking you
to play John Wayne
all the time.

Now, look.
I was elected on my record,

and I'm not about
to sacrifice it

to accommodate
some right-wing
macho agenda. Okay?

It's okay
to talk to me like that,

but in public I'd go light
on the feminist banter.

Dan, if I'm going
to be reelected,

I'm gonna do it
on my terms.
That's all.

That's fine.
Just remember, the '60s
were 100 years ago.

Lewis, what are you doing...
Mom, this is...

You're rather a good shot,
Mrs. Woods. Allow me.

As you can see, so am I.

Sebastian Ross.
This is my associate,
Maury Bergman.

Sebastian Ross?

At your service.

Lewis?

ROSS: Your son
seems to be tongue-tied,
Congresswoman.

Allow me to explain.

He and several partners
have been engaged in...

Well, I think
"piracy on the high seas"

would be the best way
to describe it.

What are you
talking about?

Perhaps you're not aware
of your son's little hobby.

You see,
he stole a consignment
of drugs from me.

And now,
unless you do
exactly as I say,

your political
career is over.

I gather your election race
is rather close.

In fact, after your last
press coverage, I'd say...

I don't give
a damn what you say!
Now, you get out of here.

Wait a minute, Madelyn.
No. For what?

I should explain
further.

I don't want to hear
any explanations from you.

One of Lewis'
partners in crime,

a certain Mr. DeMaria,
has already expired.

Now, unless you'd like
your son to join him...

Lewis, is that true?

Oh, my God, Lewis!
My God, Lewis!

Listen, you,

I am not going
to be bullied by you,
and you can count on that!

Maybe we should discuss
the matter, Mr. Ross.

Your aide
is a very bright boy,
Congresswoman.

Oh, don't worry.
What we're going to ask
of you is very simple.

And now why don't we all
adjourn to the club room
for a drink?

Come along, Edwina.

WOOD: Oh, Lewis.

Oh, Lewis.

How could you
do this to me?

Particularly now,

when I'm on the brink
of the most important
reelection of my life.

How could you
do this to me?

I do this to you?
Yes.

Oh, that's wonderful.
That's so typical.

Typical of what?
What're you talking about?

You still don't understand,
do you?

You've never been there
for me.

You were always far too busy
with your stupid career!

Now just a minute!

At this time, when you have
practically single-handedly
destroyed my career,

you stand here and expect me
to understand that you think
I am a failed mother?

I have every right
to pursue my life
and my profession.

And do I have to remind you
that I worked my way up
in a field dominated by men,

never once forgetting
that I also had to be
your mother!

And where were you
all those times?

All those times
when I was alone?

It works two ways, you know.
I'll tell you where you were.

You were busy partying
in your fine silk shirts,

and tooling around
in your fancy little car

afforded to you
by my big, stupid career!

Exactly what is it
that you've accomplished
that's so terrific?

Mom, you got to help me.

You know what they'll do.

Go home.
I need time to think.

(LAUGHING)

The crazy part about it is,
you get to like your sewer
after a while.

You get real comfortable.

You know all the rats,
and all the bugs,
all the germs.

You should see
some of the reptile dealers.

(LAUGHS)

Part peacock.
Part rodent.

They wear plumes
and designer skin,

and they eat their young.

What about your
private life?

What private life?

I don't have one.

Are you afraid
to have one?

Maybe.

The truth is,
I'm a junkie myself.

I'm hooked on the action.

A junkie to the street.

Back 100 years ago,
when I started this job,

I thought I could
make a difference.

God, there was such spirit
with our unit,

between me and Rico and Switek
and Gina and Trudy
and the Lieutenant.

God, what a team.

God bless them.

They still believe
in what they're doing.

But that's gone for me now.

I've...

I've been wanting
to apologize,
Lieutenant Castillo.

I've been acting
like such a shrew to you.

Well, I understand.
You're in a very
difficult position.

Yes, I am,
but that's no excuse
for bad behavior.

So I'd like to make
a peace offering.

I just got wind
of a cocaine shipment

which is to be delivered
to Plant 31 tonight
at 9:00.

250 kilos. You interested?

Yes.

You say 250 kilos

will be shipped to Plant 31

at 9:00 p.m.

Is that correct?
Yeah.

Where did you
get this information?

Oh, I have sources,
just like you.

But I think the information
is good,

and I think it would be
a feather in the cap
of your department.

Yes, it will. I'm gonna
get on this right away
and I appreciate your help.

Oh, well,
I'm just very glad
to be of help.

Thank you for lunch.

Well, and again,
I'm awfully sorry.

MAN: Come on, guys,
let's go. Move it.

Help me.
Give me a hand, will you?

MAN 2:
Take this over here, will you?

MAN 1: I got it.

MAN 2: Get down! Get down!
MAN 1: Get out of here!

Ten-four.

You could put it over there,
Lieutenant.

Sarge, we want shots
in this whole area
down here.

Can you shoot
this whole thing?
Yeah?

I think we were
a little late,
Lieutenant.

Hey, that's the guy.
That's him.
The one in the limousine.

That's the guy.
That's him.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

STAN:
That's a good one, Mr. M.

You know, Joey and I,
we really appreciate this job.

Don't mention it.

We worked
real hard today...

Hey, how about another shot
of old 151 for the day's work?

Yeah. That's cool.

Cheers.
Cheers.

Hey, Mr. M,
how about we get
a little fresh air?

We'll let Joey
here clean up.
Let's go.

Clean up?
There we go.

Yeah, he'll clean the place up
real good for you.

Yeah. Good idea.
Come on.

Clean it up good, Joey.
I got it, Stan.

Spic and span.

A little fresh air, Mr. M.
Yeah, fresh air.

Let me have another one.
Come on. One more.

All right. Yeah,
there you go.

STAN: Be careful
of that stuff, Mr. M.
Watch out there.

MORALES:
Just look at that moon, huh?

Hey, you know,
the moon is a gold pie.

You want a slice
of it, huh?

Sure.

STAN: No problem, Mr. M.

(MORALES LAUGHING)

MORALES: Well, good. Good.

Hey, guys.
Joey found this
at the marina.

The kid with Ricky DeMaria?
Lewis Woods.

Woods?
The Congresswoman's son?

The one and only.
Morales is a mule
for Sebastian Ross.

And Woods
used to work for him.

You thinking
what I'm thinking?
Yeah.

Maybe Ross has got a line
to Congresswoman Woods.
Where's the lieutenant?

He had a meeting with her
at her office.

Wait a minute.
The drug rip-off
tonight at the plant.

A lot of
bullets fired.

No solid witnesses,
no victims.

It sounds
like a setup.

Look, Gina.
Yeah.

Call Woods
and we'll head off
the lieutenant.

MAN ON TAPE: All right,
how much are we talking about?

MARTIN ON TAPE:
250 kilos. Plant 31.

When?
9.00 p.m.

Okay. We'll meet you there
and take care
of the distribution.

I took the precaution
of recording our conversation
earlier today, as you can see.

Why are you trying
to set me up?

Set you up?
Lieutenant, be serious.

I'm giving you the opportunity
to resign. Immediately.

Otherwise,
IAD gets a copy
of this tape tomorrow.

MARTIN: Congresswoman,
you've had a very
distinguished career,

I'd sooner hear
the truth first,
or I'll have to arrest you

for the attempted blackmail
of a police officer.

Now, why are you doing this?
And who's involved?

Nobody's involved!
Nobody's involved!

There's nothing you can prove
against me!

That tape...

The lab will prove that
that tape's been edited.

This clip was taken
from a British Sten gun.

The type used
by Sebastian Ross' men.

I found this tonight
at Plant 31.

It will be very easy
to prove that Ross set up
the drug bust.

Why are you doing this?

You don't know
the kind of pressure
I've been under.

(GRUNTS)

Are you crazy?
Shut up!

You want Ross
to bring us all down?

For five years
I've stood by you.

Don't you see how far
we've come in that time?

And you're willing
to throw it all away?

I can't let that
happen to you.

From now on,
you listen to me.

We have the tape.
They'll find two kilos
of blow in his...

Freeze! Police!

Drop that gun. Drop it!
Get on your knees.
Don't you move, lady.

She had nothing
to do with this.
When I shot Castillo...

Shut up!

Lewis...
Yeah.

(GRUNTS)

He tricked us.
I had no choice,
Detective.

Shut up!

How is he?

Looks bad.
Where's the phone?

You better hope to God
he lives.

(GROANS)

God, Marty. Hang on.

Sonny, the tape.

Don't talk now,
Lieutenant.

You're gonna make it.
You're gonna make it.

WOMAN ON P. A: Dr. Powers,
you have an emergency
phone call on line two.

Dr. Powers,
pick up line two.

WOMAN ON P. A: Nurse Green,
report to the ICU immediately.
Nurse Green to the ICU.

Any word?

No. Six hours.

Still going on.

How is he, Doc?

The bullet splintered
in his back.

We got it all, but in
the course of the surgery
he hemorrhaged.

What are his chances?
He's critical.

We'll know more
in several hours.

All we can do
for now is wait.

WOMAN ON P. A:
Dr. Avers, you're wanted
back in post-op.

Dr. Avers,
please report to post-op.

Did you pick up Morales?

Yeah, he's down at OCB
being grilled right now.

I ran the tape.
They recorded it on DAT.

Then they dubbed it
to a cassette on a
digital editing system.

Latest technology.

No generation loss.

We'll never be able
to prove it's a fake.

They can bring
the Lieutenant down
and ruin his career.

Oh, come on.
Nobody's gonna
buy that crap.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

WOMAN ON P. A:
Dr. Nichols to maternity.
Dr. Nichols to maternity.

We gotta push
the Congresswoman.

Let's do it.

Diane, get that
campaign brochure
to precinct one, pronto.

What do you think
you're doing?

How dare you come in here
like this?

If you want to see me,
make an appointment,
like everybody else.

I got an appointment
for you, Ms. Woods.
It's down at the city jail.

That so?
Yeah, that's so.

We know that
Ross has been
blackmailing you,

and we're about to prove that
that little tape you made
was doctored.

That is absurd.

You two are worse
than your lieutenant.

How dare you come in here
and fabricate fairy tales?

You can leave now.

Try this story,
Ms. Woods.

We just busted a chump down at
the Fourth Street Marina
named Morales.

And guess what?

He says your son Lewis
is running dope for him.

People say stupid things
about politicians' families.

Yeah, but not all of them
have visual aids.

Morales had a picture
of your son and we got an APB
out on Lewis right now.

You might want to
think about that.

And since you're familiar
with cutting deals,

you also might want to
think about cutting one
with us, real soon.

So I ran some dope, man.

I was a misguided youth,

and I draw
five years probation,
so what?

I'll tell you so what.

If the lieutenant dies,
I'm gonna clear my desk
of all my other cases

and I'm gonna spend
all my waking hours

making sure that you fry
for the murder of a cop.

You dig, punk?

No way
you can make that stick.

You wanna
bet your life on it?

Morales already tied you
to Ross.

What you're looking at
is 25-to-life.

No way, man.

My mother will eat you two
like dog meat.

No, she won't, Lewis.

I thought about
what you said, Detective,

and of course
you're right.

I'm prepared to do
anything you want.

Mom, what are you saying?

Ross will waste me.

He won't. He won't.
Will he?

I give you my word.

You help us out
and Ross isn't gonna
kill anybody.

You're all crazy.

You can't stop him.

Lewis, you're my son
and I love you,

but I am not going
to corrupt myself anymore.

You know very well
that I've spent
most of my life

opposing people like Ross,
and we've got
to stop him now,

if we're going to be
any kind of family.

Sonny,
Lieutenant's come around.
He's asking for you.

Go, partner.
We can handle this.

(DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)

(STATIC ON RADIO)

Tubbs?
Yeah?

Yeah. I don't know.
I'm getting a lot of static.

Yeah, I hear it.
I think we better move on it.

Oh, what a
delightful surprise.

The police commissioner
just called me.

Please.

It seems
that about an hour ago,

Lieutenant Castillo
died of his wounds.

What a pity.

Well, frankly,
I'm very upset about it.
I feel terrible.

Oh, please, no tears.
I can't bear the sight
of a woman crying.

Have no fear, Mr. Ross.

A glass of port, perhaps?
No, thank you.

You're letting
your conscience
get the better of you.

As you know,
I had misgivings
about what occurred here,

but under the circumstances,
I think things worked out
rather well.

Except perhaps
for Mr. Shaw,

and we'll be providing him
with the best defense
money can buy.

Here's to him.

(DOG WHINING)

ROSS:
Maury, thank you.

We've had our exercise,
have we?

Edwina, we have a guest.

Well, what I don't understand
is why you risked it.

I mean, why was it
so important for you
to make Castillo look dirty?

Well, it was a
business decision, really.

To put it simply,

Castillo's unit was beginning
to minimize our profits.

You must think
of Lieutenant Castillo
as a tariff barrier.

One that had
to be eliminated.

I'm like you, you see,
a firm believer in free trade.

Are you too warm?

This was most unwise,
Ms. Woods.

Well, it's too late,
it's too late.
They know.

WOODS: Oh, God!

Freeze!

(GUNFIRE)

Drop it!

(EDWINA YELPING)

Edwina!
Oh, my God!

Drop the gun!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!

You okay?

Well, call an ambulance.
At once!

Can't you see she's hurt?

(CRYING)
Oh, my God.

Sonny.

Doc says you're
gonna be okay, Marty.

You need to get some rest.
Save your strength.

I know.

I shouldn't
have gone down there myself.

I thought I could
talk her out of it.

Yeah, I would've done
the same thing.

I was stupid.

As I was laying there

all I could think
about was the tape.

What it sounded like.

What it made me
sound like.

Don't think about that
right now.

Just rest.

What you think,
Rico and the others,

it's important to me.

We never would've
bought that.

Hell, you're the glue, man.

You're what
holds us together.

You're always there
for us, Marty.

And I want you to know
we're always there for you.

We're a team.

Nobody can change that.

Thanks, Sonny.

Lazy Resync By Chuck :O