All language subtitles for Cald

Where in the Bahamas?

That's all Calderone said...
the Bahamas.

[Crockett]
There's over 700 islands
in that chain, Mendez.

You better get specific
real fast,

or that glass
ain't gonna be the only thing
that's broken in here.

Hey, I'm not
his travel agent, man.

Calderone is opening up
new supply routes.

He's using shrimpers
to haul coke to the islands,

then cigarette boats
to the mainland.

[Tubbs]
Using the Bahamas as a base
for a Miami operation?

Is that why he hired
Ludivicio Armstrong?
To eliminate competition?

Somethin' like that.

They were taking over
his supply routes.

[Stammering]
Using his network
of wholesalers that he uses...

in Chicago, Detroit, Cleveland,

New York...

You ever seen her before?

Calderone's got women
all over the globe.

Angelina Medera, age 25.
Born Medellín, Colombia.

Educated in
Sacred Heart Convent
in Bogota,

University of São Paolo,
then Georgetown.

Most recent...
St. Andrews Island
in the Bahamas.

What is she to Calderone?

Wife? Mistress? Hooker?

What are you asking me for?

I mean, you guys got all the answers!

You can forget any deals,
Mendez!

You gonna be strollin'
in the prelims...

as an accessory
to at least seven homicides.

You may not fry,
but we are personally gonna see to it
that you get a year and a day.

Set you loose in a federal pen
with a snitch jacket.

I'll take odds you don't
make it past your first
group therapy session.

[Tubbs]
Last chance, Mendez!

Give us a hook.

The Argentinean,
Ludivicio Armstrong.

[Crockett]
The hit man.

He still had
half of his pay coming to him.

When and where?

Once he completed his hit list,

he was supposed to go
to the Conch Bay Lodge
on St. Andrews Island...

and check in
under the name of Miller...

and just wait
until he was contacted.

Does Calderone
or any of his people know
what the Argentinean looks like?

No. L-l-I'm the only one
that ever saw him.

[Man] I want a full report
on the Mendez investigation
on my desk before you leave.

You got it.

Let's get something straight.
Lou Rodriguez was a good man.
He died a good cop.

- We all have a lot of feeling about that.
- [Crockett] Understood.

We have absolutely
no jurisdiction out there.

Check in with local authorities
the second you land.
Excuse me.

You're there
for surveillance only.

You spot Calderone,
the Bahamians extradite him.

That's it.
No vigilante stuff.

The only place Calderone
is going to be nailed to a wall
is in a Miami courthouse.

Heard something from Milch
over at Division last week.

Said this Calderone was responsible
for your brother's death up in New York.

You heard right.

♪♪ [Synthesizer: Reverberating Tones]

♪♪ [Rock]

[Man]
♪ Voices ♪

♪ I hear voices ♪

♪ Voices ♪

♪ I hear voices ♪

♪ Don't look back
Look straight ahead ♪

♪ Don't turn away
Then the voice it said ♪

♪ Don't look back
Yesterday's gone ♪

♪ Don't turn away
You can take it on ♪

♪♪ [Continues]

♪ Voices ♪

♪ I hear voices ♪

♪ Voices ♪

♪ I hear voices ♪

♪ Don't look back
Look straight ahead ♪

♪ Don't turn away
Then the voice it said ♪

♪ Don't look back
Yesterday's gone ♪

♪ Don't turn away
You can take it on ♪

♪ Don't look back
Look straight ahead ♪

♪ Don't turn away
Then the voice it said ♪

♪ Don't look back
Yesterday's gone ♪

♪ Don't turn away
You can take it on ♪

♪ Don't look back
Look straight ahead ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ Don't turn away
Then the voice it said ♪

♪ Don't look back
Yesterday's gone ♪

♪ Don't turn away
You can take it on ♪

♪ Don't look back
Look straight ahead ♪

♪ Don't turn away
Then the voice it said ♪
♪ Voices ♪

♪ Don't look back
Yesterday's gone ♪
♪ Voices ♪

♪ Don't turn away
You can take it on ♪♪

[Crockett]
Let's hope no one on this island's
ever seen the hit man.

Yeah, well, let's take care
of business quickly so we won't
have to worry about it.

One thing... 'cause if he's
not on the island, Crockett,

I don't wanna stick around
for the sightseeing tour.

Well, relax.
We're here now, and I'm hungry.

Here? Where's here?

Right smack in the middle
of the Bermuda Triangle, pal.

Sharks and weirdness.

You gotta develop
a positive attitude.

I'm plenty positive.

You want something to drink?
Why not?

Come on, you know the old saying.
When in St. Andrews...
Yeah. Yeah.

Checking in?
Yeah.

Gotta drop it a notch, Tubbs.
You're strung way too tight.

Compliments of the house.
That's Jimbo's special.

Don't worry.
Taste of the rum'll
kill the lousy taste.

So, you guys here for the diving
or the windsurfing regatta?

Strictly rest
and recreation, pal.

[Bartender]
Well, you'll get all the recreation you want,
but I'm not sure about the rest.

We'rejust kicking off
the annual Junkaroo festival.

Masks, costumes,
masquerades.

Four days of total and utter nonsense.
Man, you're gonna love this place.

Beautiful women,
nightclubs, water sports.

And listen,
anything you need, man...
I mean anything...

see the kid.

I can get you into
someJamaican ganja, man.

Stuff'll tie-dye
your frontal lobe
in Technicolor.

Maybe later.

Smart.

I came down on spring break,
got into some Caribbean grass,

missed my plane
back to the mainland.

Spring break, huh?
How long ago was that?

Seven years last April.

Let me get your bags
checked in.

Luis!

That's okay.
We'll handle 'em.
Yes, sir.

Reservations are under, uh, Miller.

- Any messages yet?
- Nothing, sir.

Thanks.

Knew you guys
were up to somethin'.

Friend of a friend in New York.

Hey, man,
whatever you say is cool,
you know.

One out of three people
coming through here
got somethin' going.

It's the ways of the islands.

Mystery.
Foreign intrigue.

You know her?

It's Angelina. Teaches school
up in the north end of the island.

Stone fox.
Talented too.

You know where we can find her?

Like I say, man,
it's a small island.

[Man]
We appreciate the intent of your visit,

but interference
can be counterproductive.

We've had no report on Calderone
in some time.

We try to keep our eye
on major traffickers,

but with 700 islands,
uncountable coves,
private landing strips,

it's almost an impossible task.

The Bahamas have always been
a haven for pirates and fugitives.

No sign of Calderone at all, huh?

I assure you... if a criminal
of Calderone's stature
were on my island,

I'd be the first to know.

We know where you're staying,
Detective,

and we'll notify you
of any change of status.

I appreciate that.

And while you're here,

we'll try to make your stay
as comfortable as possible.

We're at your disposal.

By the way,
where is your partner?

Fishing.

Reminds me of a Cuban painter...
Vacherrez.

I don't know if I'm more startled
at your presence...

or that a turista would be
acquainted with Vacherrez.

Yeah, he and Colican
happen to be two of
my favorite Caribbean artists.

Actually, I'm on sort of
a shopping jaunt.

I own a small gallery
up in Soho.

L-I really would like to see
some more of your works.

I'm flattered, but I only
give them away to my friends.

Well, in that case
I absolutely hope to have one.

What's your name?
Angelina.

An... Uh, I'm Richard.

Mine's Richard.

Oh, I've gotta go.

You can't.
Why not?

Haven't you heard
that old Buddhist custom...

that if karmic fate
causes someone
to enter into your life,

they have to be your guest
for dinner and dancing...

at this terrific café
I heard about on Lyford Cay?

That's a very liberal interpretation
of Buddhist philosophy.

I've really gotta go.

Is that your boyfriend
out there on that yacht?

Are you a man
of a thousand questions?
Will I see you again?

It's possible.

How'd you make out?

Like a bandit.
How about you?

Nothin'. Albury says he hasn't seen
hide nor hair of Calderone in some time.

He'll be here.

If not now,
tomorrow, the next day.

I know it.

Guy could be anywhere, Tubbs...
South America, Europe.

He hasn't stayed alive this long
being predictable.

Oh, yeah?
Well, wejust got lucky.

Everybody's
got their weak spots, pal.

[Crockett]
Calderone.! Hot damn.!

We'll get the boat numbers,
and then we'll check every harbor.

Then we'll put in a call
to Swanson.

Hey, pal,

you're not in the process
of forgetting you're a cop, are ya?

We go by the book.

Just like we did before?

Ended up standing on the surf,
watching the man fly away...

with a big smile on his face
and 10 million clear...

in a Swiss bank account.

Listen...

if you can't put a lid
on that vigilante impulse of yours,
then just toss the badge right now.

Get him on your own.

But otherwise,
we're here to surveil,

to catch him,
and deport him back to Miami.

Pure and simple.

Yeah, I'll follow the agenda
all right, Crockett.

But if it starts to slip back
into an instant replay
of what happened before,

I'm gonna get him,

and nobody's
gonna stand in my way.

Not that overeducated hooker,
you...

or anyone else.

Tubbs.

[Exhaling]

You look
in pretty good shape
for a dead man.

[Sighs]

Made the front page.

Ah. " A high-ranking Dade County
vice detective was shot to death yesterday...

in the South Beach area.

Authorities believe the killing to be linked
with seven other contract murders...

in the South Florida area."

Well, that oughta convince
Calderone's people...

that the Argentinean's
hit list is complete.

- You heard from 'em yet?
- Nada.

Good morning, gentlemen.
Your breakfast has arrived.

So, what's on the agenda
this beautiful island day?

I can lay a couple doobies on you, man.

You can kick back, relax,
do the whole island trip.

Scuba, parasailing.

No appetite, man?
Mind if I have a piece of toast?

Sure. Help yourself.
Thanks, man.

Oh, boy, I'm taking a day off
from writing.

Never touch a typewriter
on southerly trade winds.

No, the negative ions throw off
your whole metaphorical assimilation.

What kind of book
you writin', Jimbo?
Novel.

Been workin' on it
for the past five years.

Got it up to 2,127 pages.

"The house was built...

on the highest part
of the narrow tongue of land...

between the harbor
and the open seas.

It had lasted through
three hurricanes...

and was built solid as a ship. '"

Hey, I like that.
That's beautiful.

Oughta be. It's Hemingway.

I'm working on what oughta be
a contemporary island classic.

Sort of a cross between
Mutiny on the Bounty
and The Road Warrior.

I've gotta go, man.

Oh. Almost forgot.

Miller.
[Crockett]
Thank you.

Good.

Got a meet with Calderone's man
in two hours.

Final payment for the hit man.

You need any backup?

No, I'd better do this one solo.
It's in the middle of town.
I doubt if they're gonna pull any stunts.

Good.

That means I can continue on
with my little romance.

Well, despite your obvious charm,

how do you know
she's gonna meet you?

Oh, I believe
she'll see me again.

[Angelina]
Now, class, let's settle down.

I have a special story
for you today.

It's Heidi in the Pasture.
Are you ready?

"Heidi was awakened
early the next morning
by a loud whistle.

The sun was shining
through the round window
into golden rays on her bed...

and on the large heap of hay.

And as she opened her eyes,
everything in the loft
seemed gleaming with gold."

Theresa, would you finish
reading the story
to the class, please?

[Theresa Reading, Faint]

I inquired at the hotel
where I might return this.

I thought I'd never see this again.
My father gave this to me.

I really thank you.
You're welcome.

You know, since we missed dinner
I thought I might try you for lunch.

Well, I'm sorry,
but I have other plans for lunch.

Well, I'm a social being.
I'll just tag along.

I'm sorry. I'm afraid
who I'm having lunch with
wouldn't go for that.

Hey, who is this guy?

He's making me jealous already.

Hey, look, don't you
commit yourself to him
until you get to know me better.

Okay.
How about dinner?

If you can handle the juggling act,
I'd love it.

7:30?

You enjoying your stay
on the island, Mr. Miller?

What, are you
from the board of tourism?

Cut the questionnaire
and let's get down to business.

Press clippings.
The Herald.

Seven obituaries.
Number eight's on page one.

Sixty thousand American.

Nice doing business with you.

We're not done doing business.

Your people omitted
telling me about Crockett.

My price for that kind of job
is the same for politicos.

You owe me an extra 30,000.

Senor Calderone never renegotiates.

This is not a renegotiation.

It's not even a negotiation.

You see, my prices are not negotiable.

Senor Calderone either pays my fee...

or he becomes
number nine on my list.

Possibly we can arrange something.

The only thing you have to arrange
is delivery by sundown.

I will convey your message.

Tell Calderone
I don't deal with errand boys.

Money that gets paid for blood
gets paid in person... by him.

I understand completely.

Angel, where did you go, huh?

Thinking on something
or somebody out there?

You should go easy
on the alcohol.

[Chuckles]
I like dissipation.

Gracias.

Hey, this was that vineyard
we visited in France
a couple of years ago. Remember?

Vineyards?

What do I know about vineyards?

All I know as a kid,
if it was big, it was a tree.

If it was small, grass.

You're always so sensible.

Yeah, except with you, huh?

Habla.

The Argentinean
wants an extra 30,000.

And he wants you
to pay him face-to-face.

Está bien.

I don't know, man,
about this Angelina.

She's just not what I expected.

Something
just does not compute.

In all my years
of doing undercover work, Tubbs,

I've never gotten used to
the idea of using people.

But you have to.

[Sighs]
Look, just because she's playing
Sound of Music with you...

doesn't mean she doesn't have
another act altogether for Calderone.

Don't go gettin'
turned around here, buddy.

Nobody has to tell me
about gettin' turned around.

I know exactly
what we came here for.

Hey, they must be
going to the festival.
[Hollering, Whooping]

Oops.

[Whooping, Shouting Continues]

[Gunshots]

What the hell is this?

Hey, there's people!
And cars!

Hey, what are we into, man?
A hard right.

[Gunshots Continue]

- Gotta get out of this city.
- Yeah, you tellin' me.

[Gunshot]
Whoa!

There.
Where?

Right here!

Crockett!
It's a dead end!
Better not be!

They still with us?
Like a bad dream.

[Horn Honking]

We lost 'em!
All right!

[Chuckles]

All wrong!
Whoa! Hang on!

Which way now?

Right!
Left!

Whoa! Forget it!
Forget it!

Hey!

[Gunshots Continue]

Hang on, Tubbs!
I'm gonna park this thing!

[Machine Gun Fire]

Crockett!

Ohh!
You all right?

Yeah!

Think we just
heard from Calderone.

Another fine predicament
you got us in.

I just received word.
Are the both of you all right?

Barely.

I was on my way to your hotel
when I heard about it.
You got something for us?

Calderone's boat
just departed from the island.

- When?
- This morning.

The serial number on the yacht
is 768 Alpha 311.

Registered to
a Macedonia holding company.

It's one of Calderone's
corporate fronts.

Ayacht fitting that description
came into St. Marcos
for refueling around noon.

Why wasn't the Coast Guard alerted?
Spotter planes
have already been called in.

There's 5,000 square miles
of water out there.

He could be en route to Cuba,
the Antilles, Costa Rica.

Damn it!

If there's anything else
we can do for you
while you're on the island...

I appreciate it,
but we'll be going back
to Miami right away.

Fine. Henderson here will arrange
a ride back to the hotel for you.

Again, my deepest apologies
about all this.

Yeah.
[Engine Starts]

So we're just gonna leave the island
just like that, huh?
Cool it.

This stinks.
What are you talkin' about?

Calderone knows who we are.

How do you know that?

Albury?
He's the only other one that knows
who we are on this island.

You're sure?

Enough so we operate
under that assumption.

That means...

no backup, no support.

That means Albury's one of them,
and our badges don't mean
a damn thing on this island.

[Cuban Accent]
You got it, man.

We're so under,
may as well be
on another planet.

I wanna go see Angelina.

If Calderone did leave,
I can get a destination out of her.

Is that the only reason, pal?

Business.

[Sighs]

[Doorbell Rings]

It's a little early for dinner,
isn't it?

Uh, yeah.

Something came up,
and I have to leave the island
in a couple of hours.

Come on in.

Uh...

I find this
a little difficult to say.

I understand.

I've been feeling
the same way too.

What way?

Who are you, Richard?

What do you mean?

Sometimes I see you
drifting away to places...

private places,
places others aren't allowed into.

Yeah. Didn't I
tell you I was, uh,

a misunderstood soul?

No. Really?

Yeah, I see something
in your eye too.

Do you?
Yeah.

A little tiny eyelash.
[Laughing]

Silly!

Pass me my watch, please.

Don't tell me we've been watched
by your boyfriend all this time.

Isn't he a bit too old for you?

That's not my boyfriend.
That's my father.

Your father?

I was hoping you'd stick around
for the festival.

I want to introduce him to you.

Tonight?

There's a masquerade party
at the beach club.

Yeah.
How could I pass that up?

I love masquerades.

Tonight.
Tonight?

Yeah, tonight.

I got an intro set
to meet with Calderone
tonight at the festival.

Okay, I tell you
what we do.

Just like we planned...
we'll leave.

We'll go down the coast,
we'll dock the boat.
After it gets dark, we'll double back.

You know...

Ah, she doesn't understand.

I mean, she thinks that...

her father's
just a wealthy financier...

who donates half his income
to the church.

I knew it didn't add up.

Why can't things
just be black and white, huh?

I mean, you go after the bad guys,
you get the bad guys,
and that's that.

You don't end up destroying
some innocent person's life.

What is it with you, Tubbs?

You changing your mind
about gettin' this Calderone, or what?

- Absolutely not.
- What's your problem?

The problem is...

Angelina is Calderone's daughter.

His daughter?

Yeah.

And you know what else, Sonny?
I really do care for this woman.

Time.

8:18.

Me too.

Hand me the.44 Mag.

We're not going after elephant,
Tubbs.

♪ I know, I know, I know
I know she's a country girl ♪

Hey!
Let the good times roll!

- Got 'em?
- Hey, would I let my Yankee brothers down?

Guys, you're gonna be in for
some serious party time tonight.

"Junkar-a-go-go'"
is extremely whacked.

I think we can handle it.

Okay. Later.

[Tubbs]
Uh-huh.
[Crockett]
Yeah, later.

Party time.

[Shouting, Laughing]

♪♪ [Caribbean]

Wait a minute.
Isn't that her over there?

Yeah.

Keep an eye on me.

I think I'm gonna have
an introduction to Calderone
real soon.

I got your back.

[Chuckling]
Angelina.
Hi.

Is your father here?
No, he's not here yet.
He's never on time.

I look forward to meeting him.

[Shouts]

[Laughing]

Come on. Let's dance.

[Tubbs Laughing]
Wow!

I'm so happy right now.
I wish this moment
would last forever.

So do I.

Uh, would you like
something to drink?
That'd be wonderful. Thank you.

I'll be right back.

Don't move.

Is there a problem?
No problem. Just don't move.

Hey, man, drink the rum!

Richard, what is it?
Let's get out of here!

It was all just a game?
You werejust using me
this whole time?

What kind of person are you?
You're gonna take me
to your father!

You can go to hell!
Your father kills people!
He's got my partner!

My father is not a killer.
I don't know what you're
talking about.

For God's sake,
why don't you open up
your mind and your eyes?

Your father is wanted
in five countries.
No.

He's been an international
crime figure for the past 20 years!
No!

Yeah, arrest files.

Possession and intent to sell
120 kilos of cocaine.

D.E.A. Files that date
as far back as 1966.

That's a lie!
Maybe you remember
Rudolpho Mendez.

Curly headed fella who used
to visit the villa just for a drink
and leave with a stuffed envelope?

I don't know
what you're talking about!

Mendez was kind enough...

to tell us about seven murders
that your father had commissioned
in Miami last month!

My father would never do that!

Your father had a cop
shot to death in New York City!

Leave me alone!

And that cop was my brother!

Yeah. Lookin' forward
to seeing Miami again.

Nice scenery down there.
[Silverware Clatters]

Miami's looking forward
to seeing you.

Qué cosa, ¿ ah?

The local authorities
and $350-a-week cops?

For a few lousy dollars,
I get 'em to clean my toilet bowls.

You don't get it, huh?

D.E.A., F.B.I.,

your county, city,

your technologies,
your computers...

they can't catch one little man...

who didn't make it
past the fourth grade.

You know,
only time I see a judge...

is when I tee off with 'em
at the country club.

Forty-two million.

Forty-two million dollars,
tax free.

Why do you think they call it
the land of opportunity, huh?

Even fat cats fry, Calderone.

Yeah, that's true.

Only if they allow mistakes to exist.

Senor Calderone,
the detective...

he got away.

[Groaning]

¡Idiota.! ¡Estúpido.! ¡Levántese.!

Get up.! Go find him.!

Get up! ¡Levántese.!

- Shoot him a couple of times in the head
and throw him in the ocean.
- [Angelina] Father?

Angelina, what are you doing here?

Somebody's told me
things about you.

Who... Who you been talking to?

Me.

Calderone, tell those goons of yours
to drop their weapons right now,

or I'm gonna blow
your brains out.

- No! What are you doing?
- Angelina, get out of here!

- You don't want to see this.
- You heard him. Go! Get out of here!

Father? Father?
Go.! Get out ofhere.!

Drop 'em.

I said drop 'em.

I said drop 'em!

[Snaps Fingers]

[Blows Landing]

No.!

No.! No.!

[Screaming]
No.!

No.!

No!

No.!

No.!

♪♪ [Pop]

Chief Albury and, um...

Henderson.

Will be held in detention
until the preliminary hearing.

[Crockett]
Good.
We'll need you back...

It wasn't supposed to
turn out this way.

I, uh... I thought I had
everything worked out.

All except for you.

I'm a... I'm a cop, Angelina.

And that makes it
all right for you, Richard?

What brought you to this island
was something far more
than just your job.

♪ You must try to ignore
that it means more than that ♪

♪ Oh, what's love got to do ♪

♪ Got to do with it ♪

♪ What's love
but a secondhand emotion ♪

♪ What's love got to do
got to do with it ♪

♪ Who needs a heart ♪

♪ When a heart can be broken ♪
Come on, Tubbs. Let's go home.

♪ It may seem to you
that I'm acting confused ♪

♪ When you're close to me ♪

♪ If I tend to look dazed ♪

♪ I read it someplace
I've got cause to be ♪

♪ There's a name for it ♪

♪ There's a phrase that fits ♪

♪ But whatever the reason ♪

♪ You do it for me ♪

♪ Oh, what's love got to do ♪

♪ Got to do with it ♪

♪ What's love
but a secondhand emotion ♪

♪ What's love got to do
got to do with it ♪

♪ Who needs a heart
when a heart can be broken ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh ♪

♪ I've been taking on
a new direction ♪

♪ But I have to say ♪

♪ I've been thinking
about my own protection ♪

♪ It scares me to feel this way ♪

♪ Oh, what's love got to do ♪

♪ Got to do with it ♪

♪ What's love
but a secondhand emotion ♪

♪ What's love got to do
got to do with it ♪

♪ Who needs a heart
when a heart can be broken ♪

♪ What's love got to do
got to do with it ♪

♪ What's love but a sweet
old-fashioned notion ♪

♪ What's love got to do
got to do with it ♪

♪ Who needs a heart
when a heart can be broken ♪

♪ What's love got to do ♪

♪ Ooh, got to do with it ♪

♪ What's love
but a secondhand emotion ♪

♪ What's love got to do
got to do with it ♪

♪ Who needs a heart
when a heart can be broken ♪

♪ What's love ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh ♪♪