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Hello, girls, did you miss me?

Forever.

You're like money in a bank.

The second car has arrived and is going in now.

What I love most about the Ingram MAC-10...

is that it's small, reet petite.

Easily concealable.

Easily transportable.

As we shall soon see...

bigger is not necessarily better.

Switek, they sound like MAC-10s.

Be careful.

MAC-10s? Is he sure?

Freeze! Miami Vice!

They were MAC-10s, Lieutenant.

The shell casings were armor piercing.

Yeah. We had no idea that it was going to go down that heavy.

Go through Interpol files. See if you can check out the seller.

They found this on our friend. I don't get it.

Small-time snitch gives us what he calls a nickel-and-dime buy.

Turns out to be Armageddon.

Hector Marquez, 27, 5-foot-10, 165 pounds.

Probably fake-printed.

Follow it through, anyway.

Nope.

Look, Larry, why don't you take some of these files and go to your desk?

-Sure. -Thank you.

Any luck?

-Hector's home is history. -Place is cleaned out.

I mean, very professionally.

This whole thing is starting to feel creepy.

The kind of stuff you DEA guys pull.

This is the guy.

I found him. This is the guy. Lieutenant! I found him, this is the guy.

Right here.

"Limp from gunshot wound in left leg, four years in Argentina...

"black market, dual-purpose grenades, Burma, El Salvador, Nicaragua."

Nothing like door-to-door sales to third-world households.

Gusman. Anybody ever heard of him?

Yeah, wait a second.

This group he sold the M-79s to, the Cazadores.

A couple of years ago, I worked a small-time neo-Nazi arms dealer...

who also used to sell to them.

Worth a shot.

New Bren-10's pretty nice, Burnett?

-It's all right. -Got the Eagle inside, you want to try it?

.357 Mag automatic.

-Holds 10 rounds, it's a beaut. -Some other time, Kern.

- Haven't seen you in a while. - Been pretty busy.

Still keeping in touch with the Cazadores?

That bunch of daisies?

I'm putting together a whole new group of people.

Men that take life seriously.

200 miles out there, there's men sitting in nuclear submarines...

just waiting to put us in their crosshairs.

Who's gonna protect us, mister? You tell me. The army?

They're a bunch of toy soldiers.

Half-breeds! Women! Homosexuals!

That's who's protecting our country.

You don't have to convince me.

Funny. Never quite pegged you for a survivalist.

Business is business. My country? That's another proposition.

- United we stand. - Amen!

Let me ask you something, Kern.

Got any MAC-10s back there?

No. Give me a couple days, I could probably get you a demo.

How about a couple dozen, to go?

I don't usually do volume.

Tap me into your source.

My biggest problem right now is too much inventory.

With silencers.

Strip the Cosmoline off them, throw in 1,000 rounds of ammunition per gun...

and we'll run $1,500 apiece, on delivery.

Which is by Friday, or never.

Who is this guy?

Who are you, bigmouth?

Give it a rest, Evan.

This guy has an attitude. A real attitude.

What is your problem?

I have no problem.

You got a problem?

No problem.

-Maybe it's your problem. -Don't mess with me!

I mean it, Evan!

- Let's talk. - No talk.

We want the MACs, you want a sale.

Good little weapon.

It slices, it dices.

We got 50 of them. Brand-new, ice-cold.

Manufactured as full autos, not some cheap jack conversion.

Serial numbers are so blasted, not even acid etching could bring them up.

The going rate, without silencers, is $2,500.

Consider that a minimum bid, blood.

Consider a minimum bid $1,500.

And a maximum. And the only bid, blood.

You don't want to negotiate?

There's the door.

I can see that this meeting got off on the wrong foot entirely.

Gentlemen, please.

There might be some flexibility.

We have to consult with our principals.

I want to move quickly. Miami is too warm for me.

I know what you mean.

Sonny.

We'll get back to you in 24.

What it is, blood.

Talking about bad chemistry.

-I'm gonna enjoy popping that dude Evan. -We're not gonna pop him.

He's a cop.

No. You see, you're not hearing me.

My primary concern is this city...

not an ATF investigation.

I didn't come down here to talk to you about your concerns.

So I'm gonna tell you again.

It's taken $50,000 and six months of Agent Freed's sweat...

for Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms to get him next to Gusman.

The man is now this close to a guy who moves arms...

for half a dozen international terrorist groups.

And I will not have his cover blown.

I will bust anyone necessary.

You will bust nobody!

I don't care if this Omega Group is buying bazookas!

You're not gonna jeopardise this operation!

Those MAC-10s will not reach the street.

Sonny? Ricardo?

I'll call you back.

This is Wilson, ATF.

Detectives Tubbs and Crockett.

Which one of you is Freed's old playmate from Vice?

We weren't playmates.

All right, here's the deal.

In the spirit of interdepartmental cooperation...

I'll allow you to make the buy so that you can keep the guns...

off your precious Miami streets.

But you get one thing straight.

Evan Freed's our most important contact in the Southeast.

He'll set up the deal with Gusman.

Then you stay the hell away from him.

They're all yours.

Lieutenant, I'd like to talk to you alone, please.

I'd like off this one, please.

Why?

I just do.

And I think I'm entitled to a little slack without having to go through confessional.

I don't.

Thanks for the understanding.

You expect understanding?

So do I.

Understand, the job gets done.

I'll think about it.

-See you tomorrow. -Man, wait a minute.

What's the story between you and this guy Freed?

Nothing. I'll catch you later.

Hey, Gina, I need a favor.

You always need a favor, Rico.

If you're going downtown in the morning...

I want you to pull the jacket on an ex-Dade Vice cop named Evan Freed.

What's up?

I don't know.

Yet.

Lovely breakfast.

You know, my cook is quite good.

One day, I will let him fix you something special...

besides ice cubes.

I get the impression you're bothered.

Was it those two men who wanted to buy the guns?

They don't bother me.

I just don't like them.

Why?

Something about this Burnett guy...

-is just not right. -Really?

I did not get that feeling at all.

In fact, I rather liked them.

I think we will do business with them.

I will let them have five guns, and if all goes well, the rest of the shipment.

What if it doesn't go down?

I will kill them.

Maybe I'll do it for you.

Suit yourself.

Just set up the deal.

This pig still ticking?

Son of a gun remembers me.

-What the hell are you doing here? -What the hell am I doing here?

What kind of greeting is that for an old buddy?

What happened to, "Evan, crack a beer. Let's visit a while"?

You're more of a Southern gentleman than that, ain't you?

We got nothing to talk about.

Gusman sent me here to check you out.

Man wants to make a deal in the worst kind of way.

Look, slim, I ain't exactly thrilled at the turn of events either...

but I thought I'd try to make it palatable. You want out?

Introduce me to your partner.

I'll work with him.

I won't do that.

I'm staying in.

And you and me, we're not friends.

We're not partners. We're not old buddies.

No between-inning dugout chats.

We make the buy, it's over, and you're out of here.

Since when do you got the stones to tell me what to do?

Get the hell off my--

Come on, Crockett. Let's have it out.

You and me. Twenty paces. Back to back.

What do you say?

I'm cool.

One for you, one for me. Let's go together.

-I'm not impressed, Evan. -You don't think I'd do it. Do you?

Here's one with your name on it.

Did you ever think that, Sonny?

That there's a bullet somewhere with your name on it?

You're a sick man, Freed.

Tell me, Sonny, how does it feel to be perfect?

Gusman's giving you a dry run. Five pieces.

American Scrap Metal. 8:00.

I'll be looking for you.

Well, there really wasn't very much in the file.

Evan used to work with Crockett and a guy named Mike Orgell.

Orgell got killed in the line of duty.

-Mean anything to you? -Not really.

After Evan left Vice, he became a real rock-and-roller.

Signed up for every suicide train that came down the track.

Thanks a lot, Gina. I owe you one.

You owe me more than one.

Sonny, who was Mike Orgell?

Don't run around me, Tubbs.

What's gotten into you, man?

You got a problem, and I'm just trying to help you.

Is that what you call it? What'd you do? Pull Freed's jacket?

I wouldn't have had to pull his jacket if you had been straight with me.

It's none of your business.

Excuse the hell out of me. We happen to be involved in an operation.

If something's going down between you and our middleman--

Nothing's going down, you don't need to know anything.

And where the hell do you come off demanding I bare my soul to you?

You're my partner, not my priest!

Don't be copping no attitude, because I don't need to hear it.

If you want to drop the friendship and just be partners, so be it.

-So be it. -Solid.

There has been one small change in the deal.

Wait a second.

Each item will now cost $3,000.

No way, Gusman. $2,400.

That's the number we set with your man here.

Others have made me a better offer.

We made a deal, pal.

So what?

I gave that man a price.

Go ahead, Gusman. Shoot.

Come on. You did this in Bananaland all the time.

He used to shoot people just for being left-handed.

Go ahead. Get it over with. I don't care. It's a graveyard, of sorts.

Do it.

Then try and do business in Miami without me.

- $2,400! - Sold.

Tell me again how there's nothing going to go down.

I don't know.

If I let you take me home, you might expect me to sleep with you.

Not a wink.

Let me tell my ride.

I need to talk to you.

You know where my desk is.

Office hours are from 9:00 to 5:00, partner.

Rico, my head's been spinning in about 1,000 different directions.

Give me a chance to explain.

I'm ready.

- Michelle. -Yes?

Something's come up...

and I would definitely love a rain cheque.

I bet you would.

It all happened right here.

Mike Orgell was off duty.

According to the report...

some guy on angel dust was waving a 12-gauge shotgun.

Around right here.

Orgell didn't call for backup, nothing.

Just walks right in. Gets both barrels right in the chest.

Sounds brave.

It was suicide.

Of course, that's not the way they wrote it up.

Were you two guys tight?

Yeah. Me and Mike and...

-believe it or not, Evan Freed. -Freed.

I don't see how anybody could hang with that dude.

There was a time...

the three of us did some serious hell raising.

We all went through the academy together...

it was like Three Musketeers.

And then what?

And then we hit the streets.

Green as hell.

It was a long time ago.

We got assigned to do a shakedown on these dance joints.

Dealing poppers.

Mike wanted off the gig. No big deal.

Turns out there were a couple of gay bars.

So, one day...

Evan starts razzing him.

You know, good-natured stuff. Saying stuff like...

Mike'd be afraid somebody would recognise him.

And then he went and told us the truth.

Somebody would recognise him.

He was in the closet. He was gay.

How did you handle it?

I didn't.

At the time...

I didn't know how to handle that.

Hell, I couldn't say anything.

You're allowed.

Evan really freaked.

All of a sudden, it was "faggot this" and "faggot that."

And then he put in for a transfer.

What about Orgell? What did he do?

What could he do?

Next day they shoved a desk at him. Started looking for ways to dump him.

I didn't stick up for him.

He was my friend.

I failed him.

I couldn't find a way to handle it.

You had the right feelings.

Yeah, but I didn't do anything about it!

What could you do, man?

You didn't know how.

They don't teach that in the academy.

You learn it in the street, in the world, in our hearts...

where I know you have it.

I don't know.

You'd better know.

Because I don't pass up beautiful girls like Michelle for nothing less.

-You know something, Tubbs? -What?

-You ain't half bad. -Ditto.

Now you can drive your tired partner home.

Come on.

I've been looking for you guys.

You're drunk.

Give us a moment, will you, pal?

Stick around.

Yeah, I gotta go see my broker, anyway.

Let's you and me have a drink. Man to man.

That's right, Crockett.

I'm a real man.

A real man makes mistakes.

I made one with Mike.

And I've paid.

A real man thinks.

And he changes.

A real man uses his brains.

If he's lucky, after a couple of years, he gets wisdom.

But you...

you still want to hang that rap on me.

Well, buddy...

I found more ways to hang that rap on myself...

than you or the devil will ever know about.

Is that why you've tried to catch a bullet for years?

What's that? Adjustment?

Forgive me, Sonny. Say you forgive me.

Please.

Come on, Evan.

Make me happy, Sonny. Make me happy.

I'm sorry.

Evan, come on.

Old Papa Gusman took the bait.

Tonight we reel him in.

Midnight.

Shipyard.

Don't be late.

What the hell was that all about?

Confession and redemption...

and a guy hanging by a string.

Nice place.

Yeah.

I love the smell of industry and stagnant water.

Reminds me of home.

You can't carry it around forever.

They're late.

Doesn't matter.

You know, you're not doing anybody any favors.

God, I hate the waiting more than anything.

You've both been living with it all this time.

It's been eating away at you.

And now, there's a chance for you to lay it to rest.

I can't.

You've got the courage to do this job every day.

Have the courage to tell Evan what it is you have to say.

I'll think about it.

If we pull this off, you may not see him again.

If we don't, it won't matter.

It's going down. Stand by.

-Gentlemen. -You're late.

Traffic was busy.

We didn't see it.

It doesn't appear you have brought the money.

It doesn't appear you've brought the hardware.

Rituals.

Go.

Freeze! Hands up!

Hurry, let's go. Move.

Come on!

There. Turn around!

That's it.

Up against the boats! Come on.

Spread those legs.

Looks like some kind of illegal activity going on here.

All right, Officers, why don't you load up that contraband?

Hey, turn around, tough guy!

Looks to me like we got a bit of a problem here.

How are we gonna get all that stuff, and these suspects...

in those two cars?

Looks like we're gonna have to make a couple of trips.

Believe so.

You're ripping us off.

Back up against the boat, clown!

Is that it? You got it all?

Okay, now you citizens drive careful on the way home, you hear?

Bye now.

Good night, fellas.

Turn around the other way. Thanks, fellas.

Gusman, how'd they know we were here?

What is this country coming to when you can't even trust the police to be honest?

Your organisation is a joke!

-You'd better get the hell out of here! -Chill out.

We're out $120,000. You'll hear from us.

Easy come, easy go.

Evan!

Why'd you have to do this?

My decision.

Good or bad.

Maybe I wanted to prove something. Maybe not.

Like Orgell.

Orgell made his own decision.

Evan?

Hang on.

Evan!

Now it's your turn, Sonny.

Evan.

Sonny?