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Excuse me. Hotel security. Take the next one.

No!

- Hey! - Let me go!

She told me that she could cook.

She said she could make cakes and cupcakes.

Cupcakes and cakes.

She said she could cook. She cooks cakes and pancakes.

Pancakes and cakes.

- He looks dusted. - You want her? Take her.

Take her, and her cakes and cupcakes.

- PCP. - Are you hotel security?

- Unfortunately, yeah. - Well, get that madman out of here!

- Shut him up. - You people go back to your room.

And relax. We got everything under control.

He just had a little bad chowder.

Hey, pal. How you doing?

He's going to kill me.

No, you're not.

You're not going to do that, are you, buddy?

You don't want to hurt anybody, do you?

What do you say we let the lady go?

What the hell are you waiting for? Get that maniac out of here.

Shut up!

Let her go.

It's okay.

It's all right. Just relax now, buddy.

Yeah, everything's okay.

Yeah, you're doing good.

No, lady!

Get her out of here, Tubbs!

Get this woman out of here!

- Get her out of here. - Let me go!

You want the cakes? You can have the cakes.

I told you, you can have them. I hate them!

I hate the cakes. If you want them, you can take them.

Take the cakes! Take my cupcakes!

- The cakes! - Shut up, would you?

Cakes! Take them! Take the cakes!

I thought hotel security was supposed to be easy.

- I hate this assignment. - I hate the cakes!

- Hey, buddy. - Yeah.

- Where is he? - Around the corner.

Three days as hotel security, and nothing.

That's not exactly right.

We've been referee for about half a dozen domestics.

Got the sand whipped out of us by a crazed doper.

- And now you want off this detail, right? - You got it.

- But not for those reasons. - We don't like head-hunting cops.

If we did, we'd sign up for Internal Affairs.

These cops are extorting payoffs from hookers working in high-rent hotels.

Extortion, blackmail, assault.

These aren't cops, they're outlaws.

They're not your brothers. They never were.

Build your evidence for a criminal complaint...

not just interdepartmental.

I don't just want their badges.

I want that slime flushed down the sewer.

We need a new approach.

- Excuse me. I was wondering... - Yes?

Would you mind putting some oil on my back?

Sure.

It would be my pleasure.

And would you warm it up a little? I hate cold things touching my body.

Yes, I'll bet you do.

Do you mind if I...

- That feels good. - Good.

- Where are you from? - Wichita.

Are you a guest here?

Well, yes. As a matter of fact, I just checked in this afternoon.

This is my first time in Miami.

What do you say we have a little party? Just you and me.

Well...

Is this going to cost me anything?

Well, I'm not exactly the welcome wagon.

- How much? - $50 for a straight.

Anything a la carte is a separate negotiation.

And, sugar, if it ain't on the menu, you just ask.

I want to make your first night in Miami unforgettable.

Well...

I sure like the sound of that.

- Let me see your room key. - Okay.

You're a cop.

- Are you... - You're a cop.

Do you need any more oil, or are you greased up enough, honey?

What do you say we go somewhere and work this out?

Save the hassle.

No can do, sweetheart. Let's go.

Terrific! I'm really losing it, you know?

I'm falling apart.

I see you across the pool and I say, "No way that guy's a cop."

- Is that right? - Damn right it's right.

You got hungry eyes.

Well, am I right or what?

Yeah, I'm right. Scoping out men is how I make my living.

You can't be too good at it, mama. Busted three times for soliciting.

Lewd and lascivious acts, all pending.

- One for holding coke. - That was dropped.

All I see here is time. Whole lot of time.

Want to tell me what's going on, guys, or what?

If this was a routine bust...

I'd be sitting in the tank waiting on the judge.

Like it says there, I know the drill.

So you must want something.

What?

Someone's shaking down the girls working the hotel.

- You took me down to tell me that? - We know they're cops.

Then why aren't they sitting here instead of me?

That's where we want them.

I don't know who they are. I never paid.

They sent me a warning through another girl.

- Who's the other girl? - She split.

- You know what department they work for? - A cop's a cop.

You could have done yourself some good.

Wait a minute.

If I knew, I'd tell you. It's got to be worth something.

- It's not enough. - Wait!

I said I'd play.

- Tell me the game. - We suspect these two.

- Ross and Garcia. Ever see them? - No.

We leave you on the street, you work for us.

What do you think I've been saying?

I'll help you.

Damn right I will.

Wear a wire?

Pull my package, all of it.

And wipe it clean.

Deal.

Supplement your income, gentlemen. You're pimps.

We'll use Gina and Trudy.

Just keep me as your number one lady. Promise?

You ain't my number one nothing, toots.

You hiccup funny and you're right back here.

I love it when you scold me.

My advice to you is, after this is done, vacate Miami.

Hey, that's real nice.

A girl could always use some friendly advice.

Well, we don't provide those kinds of services here.

Check with the manager.

Yes, sir.

I want to see about a safety deposit box.

Okay, what you do is fill this out...

No, I don't fill out any forms or hand over anything till I see where it's going.

Wally. Security plus one.

- Putting in or taking out? - Touring.

- He wants to make sure it's safe. - Safe?

It sure is safe, mister...

against the acts of God or the vagaries of man.

Can I get my property out anytime I want?

Except between 12:00 midnight and 6.00 am.

Thanks. This'll be okay.

I'm glad you like it. Thanks, Wally.

- A lot to choose from. - It's been a hell of a day.

- A department store. - Yeah.

- I'm gonna take a look. - Go ahead.

Check this out.

- I like the Latin one. - Yeah.

You got it.

- Who's up? - Gina.

Room 312. Make it quick.

Zito's off duty in a half-hour.

- Anything for you, baby. - I like the way you say that.

Remember, it's only make-believe.

I'll be damned.

Hotel security is running a string of girls.

Okay, we're on.

Something wrong, Officer? I mean, I wasn't...

What it is, is $500 a week.

We sent you a message already.

- You know how slow the mail is. - Yeah.

We figured it must be something like that.

Now, wait a minute, Officer. This is going too far.

So we thought we'd make this special delivery.

They're going to work her. Let's go.

- The other girl. - Hold it.

- You're the guys who did it. - You're like the other one.

- You got an attitude. - Wait a minute, Officer...

What it is, is $500 a week.

And you tell those two pimps we want our taste tomorrow.

And so it don't get lost in the mail...

- No, please. - No, not in her face.

She can't pay if she can't work.

- Oh, God. - That's it. That's enough.

Candy, you all right?

I'm fine.

- I'm sorry it went down this way. - Yeah, we're all sorry.

- Did you get it? - Yeah, we got it.

Good.

Then we're quits. Tell your boss to make his calls.

- I will. - Is there anything we can do for you?

Yeah.

Eat dirt and die.

Well, that's got to be some sort of record.

Thanks a lot. Yeah, thanks.

- So? - They're out.

One hour after A.I.D. turns them over to the D.A., they're out.

It's the system, man.

- You want a cold one? - Sure. Why not?

You're getting a little long there, buddy.

What are you doing, man?

- What's it look like I'm doing? - You're filing Elvis' nails.

- Well, he can't do it himself. - You're crazy.

We got company, man.

What do those meatheads want?

I'd like to talk to you guys.

- You could have done that at the hotel. - No, not our kind of business.

Is that a real alligator?

I've been watching you. I see this boat. The car.

I ask myself, "How's it done?"

Mirrors?

How do you have all this stuff on what you make as a rent-a-cop?

- What, are you writing a book? - Yeah, maybe.

Well, then kiss me and make it a love story.

You might be interested in a little moonlighting.

- What kind of score? - The vault.

Let us hear the deal.

Soon. We'll talk later.

Partner, I think we're getting too good at playing bad guys.

All right. That about does it.

Put your John Hancock here.

Albert Szarbo. I think you stumbled onto something. He's not right.

Oh, he sure isn't.

I thought he was after the vault.

- Maybe he still is. - Hey, that's doubtful.

This cat's got every felony on here but burglary.

Kind of late in life for a career move.

- It happens. - Yeah, not often.

A burglar may slide over into armed robbery.

But, Szarbo, this score's strictly not his style.

Stay on it.

What's this guy after?

Beats the hell out of me.

Funny. I do the same thing.

Pretty good at it, you know. I'm just hysterical...

- Hey, watch it! - Let's have a little chat.

Say, what's going on?

- Don't buy into this, pal. - It's all right, honey. This is my cousin.

Why don't you just go upstairs and wait in the room?

When I get up there, I'll show you such a good time.

- I don't want any trouble. - There won't be any trouble.

- Don't bet on it. - I don't. Maybe some other time.

- Damn, Crockett! - Want to tell me what you're doing here?

Same as you, working.

Here? You're hooking here? Have you lost your mind?

Isn't this the cabbage patch?

Not for you it isn't, sweetheart. Remember?

- I'm the cop that busted you. - Right. I know.

You're a cop, not hotel security.

- I won't tell if you don't. - No, you don't.

You're not going to pull that with me, pal.

- Hi. - How you doing?

- Could be better. - Anything I can do?

- You looking for me or what, Szarbo? - I never told you my name.

I like to know who I'm dealing with. It pays to be in hotel security.

I guess it does.

- What's your name, sweet pea? - Sweet pea will do just fine.

You're all right. She's all right, huh?

I'm something better than "all right."

Do you want to talk, or not?

No. Later.

Right now, I'm going to have a little chat with sweet pea here.

Come on.

Bye-bye.

- She's crazy. - She's a hooker.

Does she think for one second that I'm going to let this go by?

- Looks like. - You'll have to get her out of here.

- Get her out of here. - Why me?

Because I'm liable to kill her! She's going to bury us.

No, I'm not.

I'm going to help you. Tit for tat. Here.

I don't want your damn car.

Not mine. Szarbo's.

Thought you might like to check it out.

- That's it, there. - How'd you get these?

Told him I want a little Chinese. He threw me his keys.

- I'll bet that ain't all he threw you. - Look, I was out of line, okay?

- I'm just trying to make it right now. - Bull Twinkie, you smell a score.

What's the buzz? Coke?

- He's a dealer. That's it. - Quiet.

- Come on. You can tell me. - Quiet!

What's this?

Looks like the auto club.

He's got everything he needs here to punch the boxes in the vault.

What's that?

It's a carbon copy of a motel bill. Pine Hollow.

- He checked in today. - I know that place.

It's a real dive. $10 a night and up.

Mostly down, no TV, fights every night.

What's Szarbo doing in a dump like that when he's got a two-bills-a-night suite here?

Beats the hell out of me.

Whatever it is, it's got something to do with this. Let's get out of here.

All right, Candy, hit the bricks.

- What? - Beat it.

- Isn't there a little something in this for me? - Yeah, trouble.

Now, you got a clean sheet in Miami, so take it and walk.

We don't care where you take it. Just take it.

Look, sweetheart, it's for your own good, all right?

Get out of Miami.

How about that Chinese?

It's all right, sweet pea. Get the Chinese later.

Right now, we got other things to talk about.

You see anything in that Caddy that interested you?

Just being careful.

Let's take a walk.

- Well, I'll just go wait up in the... - No, you come, too.

Hey, wait a minute.

- She's got no part in this. - She does now.

- That's them. - Who's this?

This here is Mr. Ross.

He's an ex-cop, recently suspended.

You checked me out. I checked you out.

You're stool pigeons. According to Mr. Ross...

he was shaking down your operations and you guys ratted.

- Snitches make me very uncomfortable. - Me, too.

And I never saw this guy before.

I sent word to you through that bimbo.

After that, I took the fall.

I dropped the dime on you, you piece of garbage.

- I turned you in. - You? Why?

What he did, I don't take that from anybody.

You slut!

You touch one of our ladies again, and I'll kill you.

- We're out of here. - Where are you going?

- We're out of here, man. - Hey, come on!

You check on me, I check on you. I picked a bad source.

Big deal. I'm satisfied. You?

Up to you.

All right, what do you really want?

Run and get us that Chinese, will you, sweat pea?

Come on.

Hey, get out of here.

What's the deal?

We're gonna hit the hotel's safety deposit boxes.

No kidding.

- So what do you need us for? - To get me past the guard.

I don't believe that. There's got to be another way.

Hey, a little insurance.

Besides, I like having hotel security on the payroll.

So this isn't your first time out of the box?

No.

My man here, he's the real pro.

- So what's our end of the deal? - Sixty for us, you split 40.

- When? - Soon.

First, I need to get inside alone. No guard. Make a little survey.

So how do you know which boxes to punch?

I don't. We're gonna punch them all.

Run it down.

Szarbo wants to make his move just before the guard leaves at midnight.

One of us gets the guard to open up.

We put the guard to sleep, and then they take it down.

Leave us tied up with the guard.

- Which box does he want? - He wants to punch them all.

How far do we let him go, Lieutenant?

All the way. We'll see what falls out of the boxes.

People put some strange things in those boxes.

You can mark this one down, Lieutenant.

- It's in the jar. - When's he gonna hit?

Soon. He said he'd give us a couple of days' notice.

How the hell did they get in here without us?

Why'd they open all these boxes and leave jewellery...

CDs and these other goodies behind?

How the hell do I know?

Papers. That's what the score is. It's papers.

All they needed was to get inside...

and have someone distract the guard so they can do some recon.

You gave them the time they needed. Once they knew...

the alarm was tied to the telephone lines, they disconnected it.

- From there on, it was easy. - Oh, yeah?

Well, then tell me how the hell they got through this.

I didn't know the combination. Neither did Tubbs.

Who gave it to them? Wally?

It's your standard three-code number.

They simply hooked up this computer device called a random digital selector.

It spins through all the combinations of the lock at 1,500 per minute.

When it hits the right one, pop. The doors open, the alarms are off.

From there on in, it's good night, Irene.

You let them in the first time. You've been had unconditionally.

- Will that be all, Lieutenant? - Yeah. Thank you.

That sandbagging son of a...

- We found them, Lieutenant. - Dead.

- Dead? - What?

Szarbo was.

The other guy died while we were there.

He kept talking about paper.

Papers, like it was a joke or something.

As if all their trouble was just for some papers...

or something like that.

- What's the matter? - No loot?

Gone.

Who got to these guys?

What the hell came out of that box?

Who else is tied to this?

What about Ross?

- What? - Miami Vice. Be still. Put him down.

Cops? Why didn't you guys tell me you're cops?

Now, wait a minute. Guys, let's talk this out.

The charge is murder.

- Read him his rights. - Murder?

No, I didn't kill them.

No. See, I was supposed to meet Szarbo.

Help him get out of town in case there was any trouble.

He didn't show, so I went looking for him.

But they were already taken out when I got there. They were dead...

Someone else killed them?

- I swear, that's exactly how it was. - I ain't going for it.

No, man. It's the truth.

I walked in, and boom! I found them...

just like they were.

So I grabbed what I could carry and I ran.

I panicked. I wasn't thinking of nothing but just getting out of there, getting clear.

But I didn't kill them. You got to believe that.

- I'm a cop like you. - You ain't no cop.

I'm not a murderer. Not like that.

I could never do that.

You believe him?

- Who the hell killed these guys? - I believe Ross.

I think he thought they were both dead, so he picked up and he ran.

It had to be a set-up. Just had to be.

I mean, Szarbo knew exactly what was in one of those boxes.

He just ripped off the wrong dude.

Papers. He said papers.

It must have been worth a whole lot.

Yeah, they just didn't want to kill him. They wanted to kill him.

You should have seen Szarbo's tongue.

The way they did that Thai, he was going to take a long time to die.

What did you say?

Nothing.

You never told me that it was a Thai.

You never said anything that the other guy was a Thai.

How did you know he was Thai?

A tattoo in Thai down his arm.

Who knew it made a difference?

The other autopsy's been performed. This guy's just like he was delivered.

- The other body was mutilated? - Exactly the same.

- What do we got on this guy? - Nothing.

A name.

- You got to have gotten his name. - No. It never came up.

Lieutenant, what's this all about?

You were right when you said Szarbo was after something specific.

This mutilation, man...

it looks too calculated not to mean something.

Thank you, Tony.

It does mean something.

It says the killer was a Thai assassin.

This is his signature.

It says its victim defied a very important man.

- How do you know? - Because I've seen it before.

On an informant I had in Thailand. I was working on General Lao Li.

It's a warning to anyone who sees it not to make the same mistake.

Lieutenant, what's going on?

And who the hell is General Lao Li?

He's a nationalist Chinese ex-general living in Thailand.

He controls most of the opium coming out of the Golden Triangle.

The heroin. It comes in by way of Toronto.

My guess is that they're moving their operations to Miami.

And the papers?

Delivery schedules, contacts.

I don't know. The vault was a dead drop.

Somebody put it in there for somebody else to pick up.

Let's go.

You know something, Sonny?

Castillo is strange.

Wonder what's really going on with him.

Whatever it is, for him it's personal.

How many recent immigrants did we get off of Immigration?

Five.

Lieutenant, this Boon Phratek guy is the last.

If we strike out with him, what do we do?

- Did you get through to Crockett? - He'll be here in a few minutes.

Good evening. Two for dinner?

Lieutenant, you didn't tell me you spoke Thai.

Hey, come on, man. Don't make me work for it.

It's all part of it now.

I worked with the DEA for three years...

undercover...

in the mountains between Burma and Thailand.

Three years. It's a long time.

It's a lifetime.

- What's wrong? - Cover the back.

- What's the matter? - Remember who you're dealing with.

In case you forget, think about the corpse.

Cover the back.

- You all right? - Yeah. Head him off.

Crockett, around the back, down the alley!

General Li's assassin.

He's swallowing his tongue! He's killing himself!

- What do you got here? - Stuff from Szarbo and the other guy.

What's this about?

That was delivered by a messenger this morning.

She's pretty.

Lieutenant, there's nothing here to explain the papers they took.

They weren't papers. They were immigration visas.

They're not bringing in heroin. They're bringing in people.

Lao Li's not coming. He's here.

She looks Thai. Who is she?

It's my wife.