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What do you wanna do, man? Let's go down to 40.

No, I don't feel like goin' there, man.

No, let's go to...

Hey.

Yo, brother!

Hey!

Got a couple of 203 I can hold, my man?

Toss in some plastic too.

For the wash and wax.

Beat it, punks.

Dude thinks he be Michael Jackson.

I'm gonna cut you good, sucker.

Can't it wait? I'm a little busy right now.

Absolutely, man.

Nice talking to you, boss.

Come on!

5,000 street corners in Greater Miami and Gumby here's gotta pick ours.

- You think he's gonna show? - He'd better.

I was up till five trading shots of tequila with him just to close the deal.

It'll be worth it if he leads us to this Colombian.

So, anyway, you lost your temper, right?

Did the hot-blooded Latin machismo number and stomped out?

Yeah, yeah, something like that.

She's due in five months, Sonny. I don't want her working in some greasy spoon.

Maria knows how tough it is to raise a family on a cop's pay.

A baby carriage will put you back a week's take-home.

No wife of mine should have to work for a living.

That's dumb, right?

Hey, shortstop, you wanna crank down the decibels a notch?

- You got a dime? I wanna call her. - Now you're talkin'.

Tell her I appreciate the effort, maybe take her out tonight for a little romance.

There's my man!

Showtime, Eddie. Corky's here. You can call her later.

Where did I fly in from this time?

Malibu! Too much, my man!

I mean the whole geocultural concept of it all, man.

I mean, farmers, man, farmers in Bogoté. Bogoté to Miami to LA.

I mean, all that money, man!

Sometimes I feel guilty, man.

You should send some money there.

You should sponsor a child or a farmer, man.

I did.

Corky, you forget where the ocean is? My boat's in the Atlantic.

We don't need your boat, dude. Different stash and it's already in.

That ain't the plan, remember?

Eddie flashes the cash and we take my boat to the Colombian stash.

What Colombian? Forget him, I got a whole new supplier.

Free enterprise, dude, is the basis of Western democracy.

OK, boy scout, you change the game plan I'll change the rules.

It's now 32 grand a key, not 40.

Half the bread now, the rest contingent upon a purity test at my place

and you pick up Eddie here's expenses - hotel and air fare, got it?

I got profit margins to consider here and that's a rip-off.

Free enterprise, dude! Take it or leave it.

92% lab-tested pure Peruvian flake, Eddie.

None of that baby-taxed rat poo they push you on the coast.

Root canal quality.

I left the scales. Do you mind?

Check it out, Eddie. 12 grand cash.

I was gonna spring 18 for the Presidential but it just screams "dealer".

You know what I mean? We are gonna make it happen, my man!

- We'll do it. - In Miami!

And don't worry, I'm gonna get you some new clothes.

Eddie!

No!

Lieutenant!

Yeah, Lieutenant, it's C-4 plastics.

Bomb squad said it's C-4 plastics.

Rigged up to the trunk lock.

Six keys of cocaine went up with the Chev, boss.

Those mutts'|| be up for the next three weeks.

Watching late-night TV and jack up their phone bill.

You guys have got a sick sense of humour.

Where's Crockett?

In the patrol car. He's pretty shaken up about Eddie.

Four days ago we got a line on that Corky Fowler kid that bought it back there.

Works for the Colombian.

I was the middleman.

Told him I had a big buyer in from LA.

Eddie.

They'd already gotten word that I was a legit runner with a fast boat.

After Eddie flashed the cash me and Corky were supposed to make the pickup

eight miles off Bal Harbor.

Long way from Bal Harbor.

Corky was gonna cut the Colombian out.

He was going into business for himself, he said.

So this "ghost" you've been chasing for two months,

this Colombian drug king, what makes you so sure he was behind this?

For God's sake, Corky was on his payroll, then decided to go it alone.

Who else could it be?

Haven't changed from your football days, have you?

- Listen, Lou... - No, you listen!

I haven't heard word one from you for a whole stinkin' week!

No case reviews, no updates, no progress reports and no backups!

Last time I requested a backup I nearly got shot

by Bluto and Lee Harvey Oswald over there!

As for progress reports, I'd rather buy radio time.

Are you implying that I've got a bad cop in my department?

Every time I've gotten within 20 blocks of this Colombian

I've had the pavement pulled out from under me.

By the book - by the book, Sonny, from here on!

Or I'm pulling you off the street.

Sonny!

We're police officers.

I'm sorry.

Hi.

Heard about Eddie. I'm really sorry, Sonny.

You free for a drink later?

I wish I could, Sonny, but I can't, I'm working.

I'll see you around. There's something I gotta do.

Necesito unos frijoles negros, arroz con polio y una canasta de pan, por favor.

Here, this is for you.

What is this, Maria, the diet plate? Come on.

Rudolfo is what you call a light eater, as soon as it gets light he starts eating.

Hi, Sonny. gQué pasa?

Oh, God...

Just tell me he's OK. Please.

Tell me he's OK. Please, tell me he's OK.

Sorry. I'm sorry, Maria.

It happened about an hour ago.

Eddie got killed.

No!

Ne. No puede sew. No puede sew.

No puede sew.

'Ground transportation to Miami, Miami Beach,

'Coral Gables, Coconut Grove,

'departs from the main concourse level.'

Oh, wait, kids, no ice cream on the piano.

About bedtime, huh? We're gonna help you and then go.

- No, it's all right. - No, just a little.

- Something musta came up, you know? - Yeah, sure.

You know how it is. Comes with the territory.

Oh, I know the territory.

Nice of you to make it, Sonny.

Hi, Dad!

Hi, son! How's my boy?

Why were you so late?

I'm sorry, son, I didn't mean to be.

But look what I found for you on the front lawn.

- Can I open it? - Right now.

Hey, man, what's with you? You're half in the bag, for God's sakes.

Eddie Rivera got killed today.

Wow, a police car! Gee, thanks, Dad!

- Awesome! - You're the best, Dad.

How's Billy taking all this?

He's six years old, how do you expect him to take it?

Caroline, do you suppose if I'd been in some other line of work

- things would've been different? - Doing what?

Dealing real estate?

Selling Porsches for my brother downtown?

I've been taking an informal survey of my unit this week, marriage-wise.

Seems out of 16 vice cops we're barely batting .250.

It's not the job.

Oh, sure, it's got a lot to do with it.

Seeing you shot that time, and your drinking.

- I've been thinking... - Actually...

In a lot of ways you and your vice cop buddies

were just the flip side of the same coin

from these dealers you're always masquerading with.

You're all players, Sonny.

You get high on the action.

I'm just gonna check in on my boy...

and then I'd better be goin'.

You're welcome to spend the night.

I'll make up the couch.

Sonny?

Sonny?

- Yeah. - Yeah, you too. Catch you later.

Hey, man, look out.

Feed your face later, Leon, we're gonna do a lap around the block.

Maybe some other time, I'm hungry.

Why put off what you can do today? Drive.

You must be crazy, you get in my car and slap barbecue all over my upholstery.

Oh. Man, I've killed people for less.

Spare me the tough talk, Leon.

You and the Colombian already made your quota for the month.

Car bomb, late yesterday, 59th Street underpass?

People here get blown away all the time trying to go into business for themselves.

You also blew away my end of a $200,000 deal, man.

Tell the Colombian I wanna meet with him about my commission.

Hey, damn it, I've seen the man put together $20 million deals, Burnett,

and I'm not just talking once, either.

There's no way the man is gonna meet with you

unless you up your status a bit.

Hah.

Tell you what I'm gonna do, Burnett.

I got a new shipment coming in tonight.

Our original deal is still open if you're interested.

That's ten grand for you and your speedboat. One hour.

Pickup and delivery.

Look, man, I'm real sorry about your client but that bomb was only meant for Corky.

Then again, there's always buyers.

- Hey, Lou. - Hey, Lieutenant.

- Scotch. - You got it, my man.

What do you got for me?

Jamaican. The one dancing round on the floor over there.

He's been here three nights in a row tr yin' to score.

- Hey, twinkle-toes. - Yeah, man?

- We gotta talk. - Cool.

Keep up the good work, princess.

I love it!

What?

This guy you've been looking for...

- What do you want with him? - His name is Calderone.

- You know him? - Do you?

He's a friend of a friend.

Used to supply a certain... merchandise

to a friend who supplied me.

Take your bar jive back to Brooklyn, Rastus. You're out of your league.

Hey, listen, man, I can handle four times the weight that my friend could.

I got 200 grand in my shaving kit alone

and unlimited resources in New York City.

Excuse me... while I catch my breath.

Tell him Teddy Prentice, Tony's friend.

I'll be at this number until tomorrow night at the latest.

I'll see what I can do to accommodate you, Prentice.

'More great rock and roll coming your way.

'That cold spell still drifting north-east...'

'...we have a high of 94 beautiful degrees, it was a great day at the beach.

'Let's check sports. Baseball, Atlanta drop their third...'

Hello.

Speaking.

Two hours?

I'll be there.

Now you wanna slow it down a little bit, slow it down, just around here.

Got the money?

120,000. You got the party favours?

Got three keys in the boat.

Hey, look, I don't know y'all!

- Who sent you an invitation? - I don't need an invite to my own party.

I hope you took the keys out.

Who do you think you're dealing with here?

A guy who's about to lose 100 grand worth of speedboat.

Like hell!

Little early aren't you, airheads?

You beast, you!

Oh!

Freeze! Miami - Vice.

Congratulations, pal.

New York.

Two weeks! Two weeks of legwork I've put in on this bust

and three-fourths of the dealers are cops!

Me, Scotty Wheeler and Dr Voodoo here

putting in a surprise guest appearance from Fun City.

Not to mention Heckle and Jeckle jumping the gun by a good five minutes.

- What I'm telling you is... - My badge says Miami

but it looks more like Disneyworld.

Shut up, Crockett, and I'll explain!

Tubbs is here on priority clearance per direct request of the NYPD.

Interagency memo, Crockett! Confidential.

I'd son of like to keep it that way.

No of fence but when it comes to security leaks this town ain't exactly Pentagon South.

Interesting perspective.

- So tell me now, Dubbs... - Tubbs.

My friends call me Raphael.

You down here for some specific value to the taxpayers

or just working on your tan?

Well, hush my mouth, he's so funny!

You ever hear of a local dealer named Calderone?

About four weeks ago one of our detectives set up a meet with Calderone

and a New York pusher named Tony.

The bust went sour. Our man was shot to death.

But he took Tony with him and Calderone got away.

New York figures he's back down here.

Alongside 5,000 other Bush League pushers.

Five aliases each and passports to match.

He's a major league, Crockett! Killed a cop.

That dude I showed up with tonight is one of his front men

and I was setting him up for a rollover before you and your cavalry showed up.

Guy's in town for three days and he's an expert.

That dude you showed up with tonight works undercover for the DEA.

His name's Scott Wheeler. As for Leon,

he's on the payroll of a Colombian I've been following for months.

Surveillance photo.

Taken before the shootout.

Our man, Tony - dude on the right is Calderone.

The Colombian.

Who?

The suspect in half a dozen drug murders down here.

Carries a lot of weight.

Looks like you two are after the same man.

Instead of beating up on each other why don't you guys work together?

Forget it. Night, Lou.

I want a copy of that first thing tomorrow.

Hey! HEY-

Ensign Tubbs reporting for duty, sir!

Damn it!

Hey, Crockett, it's a great day to be alive, man!

Yeah, or beat someone to death, depending on your disposition.

- What are you doing here? - Here.

Photocopies of your good friend Calderone, remember?

Have some coffee and doughnuts.

Rodriguez told me I'd find you here under the name of Burnett.

- Is that your cover or somethin'? - That's the general idea.

As far as the locals are concerned I'm just another hard-partying ocean guy.

With a $100,000 cigarette boat

and a sideline in recreational stimulants.

This cop that bought it up in New York, friend of yours?

Yeah, we knew each other.

Listen, Crockett, I been thinking about what Rodriguez said

- about us working together on this... - Save your breath.

I got enough problems with this investigation

without playing tour guide to some wide-eyed understudy.

- Wait a second. - No, you wait a second.

You might have commendations in the Bronx or New York

or wherever it is you're from, but this is Miami,

where you can't even tell the players without a program.

Down here you're just another amateur.

And you're God's gift to law enforcement?

From what I hear, car bombs aside, you're not the safest...

- I guess I asked for that one, huh? - No. No, you didn't, man.

That was totally out of line.

- You mean that? - Absolutely.

Couldn't let you handle all that bad karma by yourself.

Wouldn't happen to have any ice, would you?

Yeah. Down below. Help yourself.

Hey! Hey!

Hey. Hey! Hey!

Ah, Crockett! Hey.

Officer Tubbs, say hi to Elvis.

Former mascot of University of Florida football 'Gators.

Currently he's a watchdog and resident dope-sniffer of the St Vitus Dance.

He got benched for taking a little chomp out of a Georgia Free Safety.

Hey, er... Call him off, man! I don't even like alligator shoes!

Hey, don't talk like that, you're gonna hurt his feelings.

Don't mind him, Elvis, he's from New York.

Yeah.

- He's ticking. - Alarm clock.

Some frat punks pulled a Captain Hook on him.

And he ate a flight bag full of LSD on a Key West lab bust last Thursday.

Been a little freaked out ever since.

But I feel he's in a much better environment.

Takes a licking and keeps on ticking.

Gotta move, got a bail hearing downtown on last night's bust.

Leon's long awaited debut as a lead vocalist.

Dream on, Crockett. Leon ain't gonna roll over on Calderone.

Wanna bet?

Do me a favour, will you?

Feed old Elvis his breakfast for me.

Bon appétit.

Hey! Crockett!

Hey, nice alligator. Crockett!

Give you seven points and take the Dolphins.

For an even hundred.

Leon Mohammed Jefferson, please approach the bench.

In accordance with prior recommendation of the State Attorney's Office...

I'll have to open a trust fund in your name.

Oh!

One move and you're history, buster.

An overload problem on account of the heat, Your Honour.

Maintenance is workin' on it.

Not exactly a high-water mark for our physical plant

but nevertheless a glowin' testament to our constitutional right to bear arms.

Martha.

Martha.

Put the gun away now.

Now, Mr Jefferson, as per recommendation of the State Attorney's Office,

and in consideration of your investigative cooperation...

- What does he mean? - I don't know.

- ...and release you on... - Let me take care of this, please.

This man's gonna get me killed talking like this!

- Get out of my face! - Accept your blessings.

- I didn't cooperate! I ain't rolling over! - Put a lid on it!

- You're not listening! - I said put a lid on it

- or I will personally... - I need help! You're not listening to me!

You hear me? I didn't roll over on nobody! You hear me?

You know anything about this?

Give me a light. And quit looking so sure, there's no guarantees here.

They practically needed a tow truck to get Leon out of that courtroom.

He'll be on the horn screaming for protective custody and begging to roll.

Avery just filled me in. Very slick, guys, very slick.

So, how do you like working with the feds, Scotty?

No complaints, so far.

- Sure. - But I have to admit...

I do miss the old days, we made one hell of a team.

Get out of here, I carried you the whole way.

- Oh, smart aleck. - Line 21, Lieutenant.

He wouldn't give his name.

Rodriguez.

Yeah, right, well, I know all about that, Leon.

Mm-hm. Well, I suppose that depends on you.

All right.

All right. You hold tight there and I'll call you back in ten minutes and let you know.

Pick him up, Crockett. He's ready to roll.

You're starting to get on my nerves, New York.

I tailed him from the courthouse. How'd you know he was here?

It's called protective custody, son.

I'll explain it to you sometime.

Surprise, Leon, I'm your new...

Back off, people. Police.

He's dead.

You, I want the film from every camera within 50 yards of here. Do it now!

Hey, Crockett.

Hey, man. You and me been bumping knees and elbows since we first met.

I think it's time you reconsidered my offer.

You know this investigation is dead in the water without me, man.

- What are you talking about? - That bust last night.

Calderone's people think I made off with the party favours and the cash.

I'm gonna be hearing from them.

You need me, Crockett.

I don't know how this is gonna work, Tubbs.

I mean, you're not exactly up my alley, style and persona-wise.

Heaven knows I'm no box of candy.

But, all things considered,

I think we might have to consider some son of temporary...

working relationship.

Should I be asking for a search warrant?

Got it - "...hereby granting a warranted inspection

of one Leon Mohammed Jefferson, this 20th day of..."

Charmaine! Answer the phone, will you?

Here, drop it in the mail slot when you're through.

Hey, this is a two-year warranty on a set of radials.

No!

Oh, man! Damn!

Give it a quick once-over anyway. Maybe they forgot something.

You enjoy beatin' a dead horse, Tubbs?

In football we call this a fourth down passing situation.

Yeah.

Crockett. James "Sonny" Crockett.

Very good, Tubbs.

Next week we'll work on your name.

University of Florida, All-American wide receiver number 88.

- Am I right or what? - It was a long time ago.

You were sensational.

I remember one time I watched you run 90 yards

with ten seconds left on the clock for the winning TD against Alabama.

Funky honky.

It was 92 yards, Tubbs, six seconds remaining.

Excuse the hell out of me.

Not that vice isn't the most glamorous gig in the world but what happened, huh?

You must have had half the scouts in the NFL on your tail.

Traded it for two years in the Southeast Asian Conference.

- Nam? - No, Coney Island.

What have we here?

A phone book. No names, only numbers.

I'll have Ma Bell do a back trace.

Leon was real panicked outside that courthouse. Changed cabs three times.

I know for a fact the only tail on him was mine.

- How'd the hitter know where to find him? - What are you trying to say?

The only people that knew Leon was there were cops.

You got a leak in your department the size of the East River.

Listen, pal, I'll worry about my department.

Now, I suggest you get back to your motel and wait for the phone to ring.

Lou, I'll see you in a minute. Gina - Hi, sweetheart.

Look, I need to ask a favour.

Yeah? Last time you said that I ended up baby-sitting a sick crocodile...

Alligator, darling. Alligator.

I got some film I need dropping off at the lab. You going near there?

Sonny, I got to be in costume and on the pavement in an hour.

How about dinner tonight? A token of my appreciation.

I'll think about it.

Also, Gina, could you get me a little bio-computer readout

on a New York narc named Raphael Tubbs?

Since you're gonna be there anyway.

- Give him an inch, he thinks he's a ruler. - Sonny.

- Line two. - Crockett.

We're back in business, my man.

'Ca|derone's right hand just called about the cash.

'Name's Trim DeSoto.'

A voice a cross between Tito Puente and Carol Channing?

- 'You got it.' - Pick you up in 15 minutes.

AQué tal, eh?

You see, most of the Marielito riffraff stuck in detention with me

killed the time watching Family Feud,

Hollywood Squares, In Search Of The Ryan's Hope.

All that garbage, eh?

Not me, man.

I figure, you could be stuck in this place six months, man, waiting for your papers.

Use the time, man. Improve your mind.

You read a lot of books, huh?

You're missing my point, man,

I skip all that network jive, tune into the old classics,

I Love Lucy, Father He Know Best, Leave It To June Beaver,

Gilligan's Island - it's where I learned to speak English so good, no?

The golden age of TV.

And forget about Desi Arnaz, man.

The fact that dude never got an Academy Award

says something very deep about the American psyche.

New York critics, Trini. Don't let it throw you.

Whatever. Anyway, I've bored you enough with my background, man.

- You got the money? - Not until I see Calderone.

Hey... I'm his personal representative.

Look, I didn't have to show here today. Strictly gratis.

After last night I'm through dealing with the middleman.

You tell Calderone if he wants his cash

he deals with me, Teddy Prentice, personally.

No more intermediaries.

And you, Mr Burnett, what's your stake in all this?

Burnett's handling all the transportation.

Wise choice, Teddy.

Your reputation as a boating enthusiast precedes you, my friend.

If you mean that slack-jawed Leon, I heard he preceded all of us.

"Preceded all of us", eh? Es muy bien.

Nine o'clock. Keep it simple, eh?

You bring the money.

Dude gives new meaning to the word "alien".

Come on, let's blow this pop stand.

I've been doing some thinking about that possible leak.

How well do you know this Lieutenant Rodriguez?

- What are you gettin' at? - He's the point man of this whole operation.

Whoa!

You're here on a courtesy pass so take a major conversational detour now!

- Capisce? - Lighten up, man, I was just asking.

You were just asking about one of the most righteous cops in the country,

who I've worked with for six years - six years longer than I've known you.

Well, maybe you want to explain

an $18,000 deposit he made at First National ten days ago?

- You've been doing makes on my friends? - Local research.

It's called eta yin' alive, I'll explain it to you some time.

That's not what he told me. Crockett, you know you told me that.

That he volunteered? Oh, God, are you kidding me?

Aside from an occasional massage parlour bust

he's never volunteered for anything in his life.

Hey.

Sorry to keep you waiting so long, Theodore, Sefior Burnett.

I trust dinner was satisfactory?

Righteous, man, righteous.

Gina and Trudy, my love, the man, Trini DeSoto.

Les dyes son preciosos.

Well, if you boys will excuse us,

Trudy and I are due for a little paint and bodywork.

Muy hermosas, 5 eh ?

It's in the coat check. 120 even.

Good faith money, man. A working relationship, remember?

I love this place, man. Pretty people, first-class restrooms,

selective door policy.

Trim, come back, baby, come back!

Don't mind me, man, I've been up four days running.

What kind of weight are we talking about?

I can have ten million US at my disposal by noon tomorrow.

40 grand a key, you figure it out.

I'm not making any promises

but you have arrived at an opportunistic time.

Tell me about this boat of yours.

39 feet, all engine.

Can handle a good 80 keys and still outrun the Coast Guard.

Then you might want to have a second one the same on call.

Todo esté bien.

If you hear from us at all it'll be some time tomorrow.

We'll be at the boat number, day or night.

Not so fast, Trini, man. You said Calderone would be here.

He has been.

Compliments from the gentleman across the room, sir.

Come on!

Come on, y'all.

Tu bbs.

An hospitable gesture, Mr Calderone. Thank you.

I look forward to doing business with you.

Welcome to Miami, Sefior Prentice.

What are you gonna do, huh?

Regular hoover convention in the loo tonight. Six legs to a stall.

That's why they call it the powder room, dear.

Hey, Definer, you OK?

Yeah, man, everything eerie.

- Champagne anybody? - I got to be at work tomorrow.

- Can I drop anyone? - Yeah. Me.

OK. I'll talk to you tomorrow.

- Good night. - Good night, Trudy. Good night, Tubbs.

I thought he said his name was Prentice?

No, it's Raphael Tubbs. Did the computer come back with anything?

Yeah, sure did.

I don't know who that joker is but Detective Raphael Tubbs

has been dead and buried over three weeks now.

Pick up the phone, man. Pick it up!

Who knows who this guy is working for? DEA? IRS?

State? County? Never trust anyone in this business.

Damn it.

He could be working for Calderone!

Unless you want to wait outside his hotel there's not a lot you can do about it now.

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

Maybe I'm gettin' too old for this line of work.

Scrapin' by on four hours' sleep a day,

Iivin' undercover for weeks at a time,

dealer this week, outlaw biker the next.

It's Tuesday, I must be workin' drugs.

Hell on the old nervous system.

- Disastrous on a marriage. - I know.

- Huh? - The work we do,

it's tough on a relationship.

You ever forget who you are?

Forget who I am?

Darlin', sometimes I remember who I am.

But what the heck? I'm not complainin'.

I got a terrific six-year-old boy.

Six years old...

Two boats, one freaked-out alligator.

And a just announced free agency in the Southeast String Bikini League.

It's like the song says,

she left me at Sears and I cried all the way to Walgreen's.

You can play that beach bum cowboy routine

with the beer commercial mentality from now till doomsday

but I don't believe it.

You know something, Gina?

You can be a real pain in the butt sometimes.

But I like you.

I like you a lot.

I like you too, Sonny.

Oh, really?

Then why have you tossed four dinner invitations in three weeks back at me?

And you wouldn't have come tonight if you hadn't had Trudy to block tackle.

My father always told me, Crockett,

never to get involved with a man on the rebound.

And you're bouncin' so hard you're practically out of the ballpark.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

You're still in love with Caroline.

Try again, lady.

What are you lookin' at?

Mm-mm-mm. I'm in Miami.

Mm, mm, mm! Ow!

- Gina? - Hey, Crockett!

Rise and shine, buddy boy!

Crock...

Whoa, Elvis!

Tell your lap dog if he makes any false moves

I'll make a suitcase out of him.

Crockett.

Crockett.

This here's a flare gun, sucker,

so unless you want your intestines lit up like Cape Canaveral

you've got ten seconds to tell me who you are.

- You crazy? - Eight seconds!

What? You know who I am!

Raphael Tubbs died three weeks ago in that shootout with Calderone.

Four seconds. Who are you, man?

His brother.

I'm his brother, Crockett!

I know we all look alike to you but not this much! Look at the picture, man! Look at it!

Raphael was the best. He was the reason I became a cop.

ID's in my right pocket, man.

Ricardo Tubbs, the Bronx. Armed Robbery Division?

Why?

Homicide up north wasn't gettin' anywhere.

The interdepartmental memo? Priority security clearance? All forged.

How else could I get down here?

A Bronx street cop on a Brooklyn narcotics investigation?

Tell them there was a death in the family?

He was a veteran detective first-class on assignment.

That bastard killed my brother.

Counterfeit setup bread, fake memos, forged security clearance!

The biggest score of my entire career

and I'm teamed up with some outlaw New York cop on a hit mission!

- It's called justice. - It's called vengeance, my friend.

I may seem somewhat unorthodox to the untrained eye

but when it comes to being a cop I am strictly business, pal.

I'll be damned if I'll put my life on the line for some outlaw cop on a personal vendetta!

Cos when it gets personal it gets messy.

And when it gets messy the wrong people get killed. gComprende?

I'm blowin' the whistle to Rodriguez. You're out of this operation as of now.

There is no operation without me.

Calderone'll back out of this place so fast it'll make your badge spin!

That's probably them now.

Four people dead. Two months' work for nothing?

Crockett, please!

Answer it.

Yeah, man?

- 300 pounds? - Eight o'clock tonight off Virginia Key.

- A Panamanian-registered boat. - Terrific!

I took the liberty of calling a strategy meeting in ten minutes for all the backups.

Switek, Zito, Hoban, Dibble, German and Augustine.

- Figured we'd run down the fine points. - Terrific. Great.

What about Tubbs?

I got him low-profiling it on my boat.

Lieutenant, you got a call from Sister Agnes at Immaculate Heart.

Yeah...

Look, I'll have to get back to her.

Immaculate Head?

Yeah, I'm sending my boy Hector there in the fall.

Good school.

Expensive, too.

Wish I could afford to send Billy there.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing, Lou. Just seems a tough nut to make on a lieutenant's salary.

What's the matter with you?

If you want to know where I got the money, just ask me.

OK, Lou, where'd you get the money?

None of your business.

Get out of here.

You traced those phone numbers from Leon's apartment?

- In about an hour, Sonny. - My eyes only, pal.

I need some blow-ups, here and here. High priority rush.

- Whenever you're ready, professor. - Be with you in a minute, girls.

- About that Mendoza case... - Just a minute, Trudy.

Gina, I got everything straightened out on Tubbs, it was a computer mix-up.

You sure made a fast exit this morning.

I got nothin' to say to you.

Gina, what are you...?

Gina.

Hey, Gina. Gina, wait. What are you so mad about?

Think about it, I'll get back to you.

- Gina. Look... - What are you doin' in here? Get out.

Look, I didn't plan for that to happen last night.

I think it's terrific that it did.

Sensational. A full moon, the boat, a few drinks too many.

Soft music, a sudden on board romance.

What's so bad about that?

Do you mind?

Funny thing is, I almost believed it till this morning.

Nothing like some guy rolling over at sunup

and whisper his ex—wife's name in your ear to boost your self-image.

Gina, I'm really sorry.

This is the last situation I wanted to find myself in.

I don't need it. You understand?

You know what... You know what upsets me the most?

That I let it happen because I wanted it to happen.

Hey, Elvis.

Hey, Waylon Jennings, George Jones,

Jimmy Buffett, Dickie Bette...

Waylon Jennings?

Hey, Elvis, where does Crockett get his music,

the Sears and Roebuck catalogue?

Ooh. Ha ha. Yeah.

Be cool, man.

St Vitus Dance.

Hey, Trini, man, what happenin'?

What do you mean, change of plan?

No, no. No change in plan, man.

In 40 minutes? I'll be there.

Sonny Crockett.

Switek, Zito and Augustine in the Cobra out of Key Biscayne.

Hoban, Dibble and German in the cigarette out of Fisher Island.

The choppers and the CG cutter get their coordinates 30 minutes before blastoff.

- Any questions? - I got a question.

You roll some fruit for that shirt or what?

Stan, your old lady gave me this shirt - and it wasn't my birthday.

OK, weapons check and final pep rally back here at 1800, girls.

That's big hand on the twelve, little hand on the six. Get outta here.

- Oh, grow up! - Look at this.

You wouldn't know what to do with it if you had it.

Hey, baby!

Wheeler.

If Wheeler's the leak then DeSoto knows Tubbs is a cop.

Didn't want to bust up the lecture but a guy named Tubbs called 20 minutes ago.

He was rushin' out for a meet with a Trini DeSoto.

- ÉESté de fiesta? - No, gracias, Sefiora.

Estoy esperando a un amigo.

Waiting's over, dead man!

Tu bbs.

- You OK? - Yeah, I'm all right.

Tell Rodriguez to meet me at 550 Belinda Street.

Tell him I found the leak.

Hey, Sonny, what brings you to this neck of the woods? Come in.

- Donna, look who's here. - I hope you brought an appetite.

- Hi, gang. - Uncle Sonny, Mom's cooking spaghetti.

- Are you gonna eat? - No, not this time, son.

- Are you sure? - I'm sure.

- You'll be sorry. - I know.

What's up?

If that's not enough I've got a list of payoffs from DeSoto.

I think we better handle this outside.

Erm...

Er, honey, I got some business. I'll be right back.

- Don't be long. - No, I won't.

Three months behind on the mortgage.

36 grand on Scott Junior's medical expenses last year alone.

And me clearing a lousy 30 a year and getting shot at by guys

who blow that much in a restaurant in a month.

Six months ago a guy comes up to me outside a club in Little Havana.

He hands me a suitcase. Says, "Compliments of Mr Calderone.“

Nothin' else.

Just... compliments.

I didn't even open the damn thing for two weeks.

- Sonny... - How much?

How much to buy you, Scotty?

70 grand.

The calls from DeSoto started about a month later.

Information. That's all they wanted, was information.

Information?

I tried to pull out at least a dozen times

but it was too late.

I mean...

I never expected anybody to get killed.

They changed the game plan on us, Scott.

Is it still goin' down tonight?

- Yeah. - Where?

You gotta help me, man, I got a family!

- Where? Where? - I got 15 years as a cop!

I took a bullet for you, for God's sakes!

They're runnin' a sports fishing boat out of Keys Marina.

The drop-offs upriver.

Am I... missing something here or what, Scotty?

I don't get it.

I don't understand this.

You were my partner.

I had you and Donna and the kids over to dinner 20 or 30 times.

Thanksgiving, birthdays...

I trusted you! I trusted you, you bastard!

I trusted you!

- I trusted you! - Crockett!

How much time have we got?

25 minutes.

Honey, don't do that, use your spoon.

- You know better than that. - I want to.

No.

Hello.

- 'Caroline?' - Sonny.

I need to know somethin', Caroline.

The way we used to be together...

I don't mean lately, but before.

'It was real, wasn't it?'

Yeah, it was.

You bet it was.

'Sonny, what's wrong?'

Nothing, Caroline.

Hey, hold on, pal.

- Why, I forgot something? - Yeah. Us.

OK.

¢Qué hay, muchachos?

Miguel, Tito, adelante.

Freeze!

Miami Vice - drop 'em!

Drop 'em.

Mételo.

Come on, you $400-a-week cop.

It's getting late.

YOU can arrest me now.

Not gonna shoot me, are you? That's against the law.

It's against the law!

Tubbs, not like this, man.

Not like this, Tubbs.

'Three charlie, control. Copy?'

'Three charlie, Bridge and Main.

'Contact a female subject at 1549 East Charleston.

'1-5-4-9 East Charleston at the Bell, Book and Candle.

'Reference grid...'

Transfer him? What's wrong with this jail?

By hiding Calderone out of town

we buy the DA enough time to prepare a no-bail plea tomorrow.

He's due a phone call. Can't his people just hire a crooked judge to spring him?

Nobody'|| know he's there, not even Calderone himself.

He'll be in a blacked-out paddy wagon.

Dolan, you're a genius.

Look, honey, if you want to...

- Come on, tonight! - Honey, I'll call you back.

Transfer of a prisoner. Calderone, Orlando.

Let's see...

Cabanez, Cadwood, Caldoni, Calderone.

Oh, yeah.

How he got some judge in here at this hour...

- What? - What? A judge?

- Where is he? - He's gone...

What do you mean? How could you let him go?

- Had to. He had a judge with him. - When?

I don't know. Ten, 15 minutes.

What's the big deal? Nobody skips on $2 million bail.

Give me two units at 244 Baycrest Drive.

No, four, four! It's a residence.

Yeah...

Come on! Come on!

To hell with the channels, there's not enough time.

- For or yin' out loud! - Run it!

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault, man.

He'll be back. New name, new people.

But he'll be back. Hell, this is the Sunshine State, right?

I guess you've got a job to get back to up in New York, Tubbs?

You kidding? After the little show I put on down here hits the fan

I'll be lucky to get back as a meter maid.

Hey, Tubbs, you ever consider a career in southern law enforcement?

Maybe. Maybe.