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I don't like to be kept waiting, Burnett.

Well, a two-key deal isn't enough
incentive to make me be on time.

The cash.

Did you ever hear of trust, man?

Yeah, I heard of it.

Switek, when are we going in?

When Silvio makes Crockett happy.

This stuff's good. I guarantee it.

That oughta keep the natives restless.

I got a big buyer in from New York.

We'd like to meet Morales.

I thought about that. The answer's still no.
You only deal through me.

You're not making me happy, Silvio.

- Now!
- Metro Police! Stand by for boarding!

You almost got me killed
over a lousy two-key deal.

Hey, slick, I just lost
a six-figure piece of machinery.

Just drop me, okay?

Sure, soon as you set up a
meet with Morales. You got it.

Soon.

Here's some incentive.

You tell Morales he'll get his money back
just as soon as you set up the meet.

He'll kill you.

I'll take my chances.

Take me back to town, dead man.
Take a taxi.

I'll kill you for this!

I'll get you! I'll get you!

I gather it went well.
Got the dope, kept the money.

Silvio got so upset,
he had to take a little swim to cool off.

Last thing Silvio wants to lose
is his boss's money,

so that's gonna get you
your meeting with Morales, all right.

If Silvio lives through the night.

Silvio's got a way with words. I'm sure Sonny
Burnett'll take the blame for the whole megillah.

Switek, I want you to camp out
near Crockett's boat.

- What has Elvis been eating lately?
- Detectives.

Why don't you crash at my crib tonight?
Yeah, all right.

Thank you very much
for your assistance.

Hey, U.S. customs
always glad to help.

You know, I busted Morales three
years ago, and he walked on a technicality.

So if you guys get close,
I'd like to be in on the Kill.

We'll keep you informed.

So, Frank, how's about Uncle Sam buying
a couple of hardworking vice cops dinner?

Oh, I can't. I got a date
with my little brother Tico.

Wait a minute.
Why don't you join us, huh?

- We can catch the last game.
- The last game?

All right.
The kid is hot tonight.

He better be.
I got him wheeled in a trifecta.

I never bet on anything
that can talk.

Forget about the betting.

The real beauty of jai alai is in the play.
For Tico, this is not a sport. It's an art.

When the ball moves at 150 miles
an hour, the art is in staying alive.

Yeah. One hit in the
head, and you're a memory.

Oh! Oh, boy.
Watch... Watch him.

He's gonna finish him off with a kill shot.
Now! Now!

All right!

Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's winner
of the 13th game feature,

in a nicely-played point,
post for Tico and Vinnie.

All right. All right.

-Yo.
- Good game.

Hey, man, I didn't realize that
there were so many, um, female fans.

Blessa, where's Tico?
He already left.

Aw, come on. We're having
dinner. He said he had a date.

A date?
That's strange.

Aw, forget about it, Frank.
Just tell him I said hello.

It's cool.

I've had it with you.

I need a man.

Don't say that.

Do you think that I would be here
if Mrs. Batista hadn't begged me?

What's the matter, Tico?
Don't you wanna play with me?

You know I do.
Do you like that stuff more than girls?

- Or maybe you want a little boy.
- Shut up.

Is that it, Mrs. Jai Alai?

- Shut up!
- Do you like little boys?

Shut up! Shut up!

Mrs. Batista, help me.

She's dead.

Why did she have to say that to me?

Oh, Tico.
She always understood before.

Listen. She's a tramp.
She means nothing.

Her life is unimportant.
Yours is.

You know I didn't mean it. Of
course you didn't mean it. Listen to me.

Go home.
Say nothing.

I'll take care of everything.
Trust me.

Miguel, make sure he gets home.

I deserve something extra for this.

A bonus.
Don't worry.

I'll take care of you.

- Yes?
- It's done.

Great.

Tico.

Where you been? You
hold me up. Not now, Frank.

What do you mean,
"Not now, Frank"? Huh?

We were on for dinner, remember?

You embarrassed me.
I brought Sonny Crockett to see you.

The cop?
Not "the cop."

My friend.

So what do you got?
You been drinking or something?

Listen, I just need to sleep now.

Would you please leave me alone?
Is that all right with you?

Please leave me alone.
Yeah, sure. I'll leave you alone.

You want your apartment keys
back too? Huh? Here.

Fisherman spotted her under the pier.
Beaten to death and dumped.

She had a bail receipt in her bag...
solicitation.

You know her? She's a
hooker. I've busted her.

Jan something.
Larken.

She worked the streets
a couple of years ago.

I hadn't seen her since.

Oh, for goodness sakes, Mr. Morales.

It's all there.
You don't have to count it.

Taking my money was very clever.

Well, thank you.
I thought it might get your attention,

considering this punk Silvio
wouldn't listen to a polite request.

Silvio.

You do business with Silvio.

The kind of money you spend,
I throw away for pleasure.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

My partners in New York and I...

have nine million dollars at our disposal.

Now, Burnett tells me that you're the man,
so here I am.

Now, we're looking to purchase
200 keys immediately.

If everything works out,
300 keys a month at 25 a key.

No, no, no, no.
Thirty.

Come on, man.
I don't throw away my own money.

- Forget it.
- Uh, 27.

With a five percent penalty
if you don't deliver?

See, Burnett told me that you've been having
a little problem with Customs lately.

That is about to be rectified.

- Then it's a deal?
- No, no, no. It's a negotiation.

Well, negotiations are about to break
down, pal, unless we get some cooperation.

Burnett, you I know about.

Mr. Cooper, maybe you're a cop.

Yep, that's it.
Let's go.

Patience, gentlemen, please.

I'm sure we'll be able
to do business in a few days.

Look, if I don't hear from you by Friday,
I'm taking my business elsewhere.

Silvio will let you know.

Silvio?

No chance.

When I deal with this much money,
I deal directly with you.

If we deal.

For a man with such
good taste in boats,

you have lousy taste in restaurants.

I figured a messenger boy
wouldn't notice.

I'm going to enjoy killing you,
Burnett.

Is this your way of saying
we don't have a deal, Silvio?

Unfortunately, Cooper checked out,

so Mr. Morales has decided
to do business with you.

It's nice to know somebody
in your organization has brains.

Where and when?

We'll let you know tomorrow afternoon.

No, you mean he'll let us know.

Gracias.

Arriola.

Who?

Mrs. Batista?

Do I know you?

All right.
What's your address?

Shut up!

Tico, no!

Turn it off.

Would you like to see it again?

Morales.

Under the circumstances,
it's nice to see you again, Arriola.

Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me,
I've got some business to take care of.

I should have killed you
a long time ago, man.

You can't blame me
for your brother's problems.

You didn't know the great Tico
had a special interest in prostitutes, huh?

It was all a surprise for me too.

Your little brother is muy macho
on the cancha,

but leaves a little to be desired
between the sheets.

And you set him up.

Rather professional,
don't you think?

Nah. This is a fake.
Tico couldn't have killed that girl.

Come on. It's all there
in living color. It's...

And black and white.

Seeing is believing.

Okay. What do you want?

The keys to the kingdom,
that's all.

I want the U.S. customs security codes,
all of them.

No.

I'll see you in hell first.
No, no, no, no, no.

You'll see your brother in prison first.

Now pay attention.
You work for me now.

Job's got great security.
Lifetime employment.

Three years ago, you almost put me away.
Now I own you.

I spend a single day in jail... one...

that tape goes to the police.

Well, hello, ladies.
How's it going?

Hear you're gettin' to Morales.
Congratulations.

Save the applause
until it really happens.

Hey, this Arriola, is he any relation
to that hunk of a jai alai player?

Now, isn't he a little fast for you, dear?

I beg your pardon.
Lieutenant's in room "C."

What are we here for?
A madam came in.

Her name is Isabel Batista. Your victim
was in her stable. Check it out. Hmm.

She hasn't worked for me
for a couple of weeks.

When I read about it in the paper,
I thought I should do something.

Isabel Batista, these are Detectives
Calabrese and Joplin. How do you do?

Miss Batista read about
the Larken woman in the newspaper.

When something happens to one of
my employees, it's bad for business.

So I thought I'd better come in.

I'd like to have something done about it.

Now, I've talked it over with my girls,
and they don't seem to know anything.

So you don't mind if we speak
to them? No, of course not.

I've given the lieutenant here
their names and addresses.

Did Jan Larken have any regulars?

Not that I'm aware of.

Well, if there's anything else I can do,
I hope you'll let me know.

Officer Clay will escort you
through the building. Thank you.

Lieutenant.
Madam.

Ladies.

Now, you know they're not
gonna tell us anything. Try anyway.

I didn't mean it, Frank.

It was an accident.

She kept on laughing at me.

I didn't mean it.
I know that.

You've always confided in me.

You always told me everything.

No, you have always
told me everything.

You have always treated me
like a little boy.

"Go play jai alai."
"Become a champion."

"Devote yourself."
"Dedicate yourself."

Yeah, so?
You want me to apologize?

I've got nothing.
I have no life besides jai alai.

I thought you loved the game.

Yeah, I always wanted more.

Now I gotta go to the police.
No.

I'm not going to let you go to prison.

They only took advantage of you
to get to me.

Frank, I killed that girl.

Yeah, well, they put her up to it.
They made you do that to her.

Frank, don't...
Listen to me, Tico.

I've always made the decisions
for both of us, all right?

Sometimes wrong, okay.
But this time, it's right.

These D.E.A. files are a trip.

This'll blow your mind.
Check this chain of command.

Morales is the direct distributor
for Heriberto Merida.

Yeah, Morales moves the shipment,
but Merida owns the road.

Nothing moves unless he says so.
Yeah.

Why don't we just nail Morales,
get him to roll?

No tellin' who's gonna turn up.
You got that right.

Hello, Frank.
Hello.

Isn't this jai alai hour?
Yeah.

But all play and no work
and you lose your job.

So, you having any luck
with Morales?

Yeah, he's gonna deal with us.

Oh. And when did this happen?

We met yesterday.
We got the word this morning.

We're just waiting
on a time and a place now.

How come I wasn't told?
We were gonna call.

Oh, you were, huh?
Yeah.

What the hell is going on here,
huh, Castillo?

Without my assistance,
you would have never pulled this off.

And I'm the last one to know?

You were supposed
to keep me informed.

When the meet is set,
you'll be informed.

Oh. And this is what you call...

interdepartmental cooperation?

It's what I call
standard operating procedure.

Hey, Frank, it's no big deal.

Oh, no. It stinks!

Your man Mr. A.
Has a serious attitude problem.

He should have been told.

Yeah, let me speak to Morales.
Frank Arriola.

Yeah, listen, Morales.
I gotta see you right now.

No, it has to be right now.

Well, you're about to make a deal
with a couple of players...

Burnett and Cooper.

Yeah, well, drop the deal.

They are Miami Vice.

You're trying to get yourself killed!

Hey, Frank.
Hey, Sonny.

Why don't you hit the showers?

Hello, Tico.
How ya doin', kid?

Hi, Sonny.

So what are you doing? Are you still
brown-bagging it to watch the kid practice?

Yeah. Listen, Sonny,
about last night,

I'm, uh, really sorry.

Forget it.
Don't worry about it.

So, any word on the Morales meet?

Well, the call's long overdue.

That's why I came by.
I thought maybe you could help.

Something wrong, Frank?
No.

Just, uh...

How long we known each other?

Well, since Tico started
playing professionally.

What's that, about six years?
About seven.

God, he was gifted, huh?
Right from the start too.

Yeah, and this is only the beginning.

Boy, to think I brought him up.

Tico was about 11
when our parents got killed.

So I guess I've been more like
a father to him, you know.

But I've enjoyed it.
Nothing wrong with that, buddy.

You know, Sonny, my old man,
he wanted me to play jai alai, right?

Man, I tried. I really tried,
but I was, like, average.

Bueno, less than average.

And for a Basque, forget it.
That's like a sin.

So I became a cop.

Well, you're the best
Basque cop I know. Mmm.

Of course, I don't
know any others. Ah!

That's right.
Well, I've tried.

Yeah, listen, uh, Morales...

Mmm.
You got close to him.

What's the book on him?

Made that case with snitches.
You know, it's...

There's really not much more to tell.

Take a good look at her. Maybe you
know somebody who's seen her around.

I'm sorry, honey,
but I never work without a fee.

We're wasting our time.
You got something better to do?

Mm-hmm.

Come on.
Maybe we'll get lucky.

Juan, don't forget that phone call.

Hey, I checked with Casafiera
in New York.

He claims that his reference
was first class.

You still reading about Morales?
Yeah. Check this out.

So Morales photographs well.
So what?

The fat guy right there in the middle...
That's Heriberto Merida.

The woman is Isabel Batista.

Well, now, ain't that cozy?

Mm-hmm. And get this.
According to the D.E.A. files,

she is Heriberto Merida's niece.

Say, Burnett. Teléfono.

Gracias.
Burnett.

The meet's at 5:00.

Where the hell have you been, Morales?

Yeah, my friend Cooper
was on his way to the airport.

You know the garage on Perimeter?

On the roof.

This is a mistake, Isabel.
You don't kill cops.

The heat will be incredible.

I run our business in Miami.
If it wasn't for your stupidity,

we wouldn't be in this situation,
you know.

And if I didn't have that
Customs cop in the palm of

my hands, you'd be serving
30 years in federal prison.

Your uncle would not approve.
Oh, please.

Whose idea do you think it was anyway?

Now, go.
Close the deal.

Hey. Yeah.
Good news, pal.

We're on with Morales.

Frank?

The briefing's this afternoon at 3:30.
Be here.

And don't say no one told ya.

Morales gave me his word that
he wouldn't go through with the deal.

Oh, yeah? Well, it's my word
that matters. I run this organization.

I'm not gonna let you kill cops.

Yes, you will.

Here.
Refresh your memory.

And if those Custom codes
aren't in my hands by 5:00 p.m.,

the original is going
directly to the police.

- What about Arriola?
- He was informed.

There's still no answer.

I don't get it. He's not at home.
He's not at the office.

If something had come up,
he would have called.

You guys, uh, wired?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

I have a hooker who may have some
information on the Jan Larken murder.

We should go see her.

Do it.

Tico, no!

This guy gonna show or what?

We still have five minutes.

It's almost 5:00.

Showtime.

Lieutenant?

Castillo. Lieutenant, there's an emergency
call from U.S. customs Agent Frank Arriola.

Want us to patch him through?
Go ahead.

Castillo, it's a setup.

Tell Sonny it's a setup.

Crockett, Tubbs, out!
It's a trap! Out!

If Arriola's the wrong guy,
then why help us in the first place?

Maybe he was dirty.

He's one of the best cops I ever met.

Yeah, there were two stiffs in the limo.

One of 'em was your pal Silvio,
and the other was a Mr. Luis Morales.

What the hell's going on?

Whatever it is, Arriola
knows more about it than we do.

You still using that stuff, Tico?
Is that why you're acting weird?

You're not gonna
be playing much longer.

Leave me alone.
You better listen to Benny, Tico.

This is a clean sport,
and we wanna keep it that way.

Why don't you mind your
own business? Maybe you'll

become a better player
that way. All right, guys.

Chill out!
Hey, leave him alone.

He's all right, huh?
Tico.

Something has happened.

You're in trouble?
Now listen to me, okay?

What's going on?

Listen, Tico.

I'm gonna get
that tape back tonight.

How are you gonna do that?

Don't worry about it. It's not your
problem. Yes, it is my problem.

Tico...
I can't let you do that, man.

Listen to me, okay?
I want you to promise...

that no matter what happens to me,
you're gonna keep quiet, okay?

If anybody ever asks you anything about
this dead girl, you don't know anything.

Nothing.

They're gonna kill you, Frank.
Tico, promise me.

I'm afraid for you.

No, I can't do it.
Yes, you can.

Yes, you can. You have to.
Tico, you have to.

I need your promise.
I gotta go now.

Tico. Tico, promise me.

I promise.
All right? Okay.

I'm looking for a Louise Carlson.

I've got plenty of lovely ladies
in the house.

Take your time. Look around. You
find one you like, come back and see me.

But I never heard of her.

Wrong answer, babe.

Hey, you should have started that
from the beginning.

I don't want any trouble,
not in the club.

She's in the back dressing room.
Carte blanche.

What's this, girls'night out?

Miami Vice.

Funny.
I thought that was me.

A little bird told me
she was a friend of yours.

I knew her,
but she was no friend.

She liked to come around and brag
about how great she was doing.

Liked to rub it in.
About what?

After she got into out-call,
she had some important johns.

Mostly pro athletes.

She liked to brag.

She also used to like to laugh
about their, um, idiosyncrasies,

if you know what I mean.

Like knocking her around?

Beats me.

She used to laugh about this one jock
whose eyes were bigger than...

When he couldn't get it on,
he got a little upset.

Who is this guy?

Football? Aj...

Jai alai.

Some jai alai player.

Where the hell is he?

Gina just called.

Tico Arriola's been tied in
with the hooker killing.

Bring him in.

The feature singles match is on.

Arra and Tico
now playing head-to-head.

Arra throws a hard forehand shot.
Tico has it

Tico comes down with his own forehand.

Nice catch by Arra.
Arra goes to the inside.

Good save by Tico. Carom shot.
Arra has it on the outside.

Throws to Tico.
Rebote shot by Tico is good.

Arra has it.
Tico nearly interfering with Arra's throw.

But he makes the throw.
Tico comes down with a hard forehand shot.

Arra on the inside.
Tico again setting up and

positioning himself on the
court now for Arra's throw.

Ladies and gentlemen,
a player has been hit.

The player on the court is Tico Arriola.

The tape.
What tape?

What tape, Tico?

Frank? Frank what?

Batista.

Isabel Batista.

Ladies and gentlemen,
again, we repeat:

Tico Arriola has been struck with a pelota.

We'll have a full report in just a moment.
Please remain in your seats.

He said something about Frank
and a tape and Isabel Batista.

She killed Morales.

Right. Isabel Batista.

We know it's in Copacabana.
We just need the exact address.

Got it.

Call backup and tell Castillo
that Frank Arriola's on his way to kill her.

Right.
It's 1200 Floridian.

He was trying to get me to understand
without telling me why.

They were trying to blackmail him.

Frank was trying to cover for Tico.

Well, I'm not gonna let Frank
commit murder for him.

He just pulled up.

All right.
Tell him I'll be right down.

Oh, and search him.

A fatality at the Miami Fronton tonight.

With that story, let's go out
to correspondent Bob Mayer.

A tragedy in sports.
Top-ranked jai alai player Tico Arriola...

was killed in a freak accident
on the court tonight.

The ball, the pelota...
the ball used in jar alai...

travels at a speed
in excess of 140 miles an hour...

and apparently hit Arriola
in the head.

It is unclear at this hour
exactly why the accident happened.

But from the initial viewing of the videotape, it
appears as if Arriola's attention was diverted,

at least momentarily,
from the ball.

I'll take that.

You wait here.
Mrs. Batista will be right with you.

You have something for me?
Si.

And the winner is...

Very good.
Luis.

Have you met, uh, Frank Arriola?

It's, uh, Tico's brother.

Take him outside and kill him.
What, you crazy?

You don't know, do you?
What?

What irony.
Kill him.

Frank.

Don't do it, man.
We know about the tape.

Listen, man. Because of her, my
brother is going to prison. Understand?

So she's gone!
Understand? Gone!

No, please!
Your brother didn't kill that girl!

She was alive when Tico left, |
swear it. We planned it that way.

You don't have to kill me. I'm telling
you, he's innocent. He's innocent!

Frank, don't.

Man, don't destroy your life.

To recap tonight's top story,

star jai alai player Tico Arriola
was killed tonight...

while playing at Miami Fronton.

It appears that Arriola's attention
was diverted from the ball...

long enough to have it
hit him in the head.

The Miami Fronton is quiet now...
You knew.

Silently pondering the tragic loss
of one of jai alai's beloved sons.

Tico. Stop!

Frank, don'!