All language subtitles for Miami.Vice.S03E17.The.Afternoon.Plane.1080p.Blu-ray.Remux.AVC.DTS-HD.MA.5.1-TEPES1

Dearly beloved, we have come
together in the presence of God...

To witness and to bless...

the joining together of this man
and this woman in holy matrimony.

This union should not be entered into
unadvisedly or lightly,

but reverently, deliberately...

and in strict accordance with the purposes
for which it was instituted by God.

Into this holy union,
Edward Patrick and Mary Beth...

now come to be joined.

- Gotta be all romantic.
- It was though.

It was nice and all...
Didn't you like it?

Baby, I loved it.
You can't stop...

Hi, Alicia.
Hi, Sonny. Mmm.

Well?

Two blocks away,
her beeper went off.

I'm starting to believe
that this woman...

is a figment of my partner's
frustrated imagination.

Almost funny.

She had an emergency.
After all, she is a personal injury lawyer.

Yeah? Well, I had an emergency too. When we
were in the shower, he twisted his ankle.

Oh, yeah?
What, reachin' for a loofah?

I thought Sarita might know a doctor...
maybe prescribe, uh, plenty of bed rest...

on our all-expense paid vacation...

to some sun-drenched tropical paradise.

Now you want free medical
advice, huh? Man, you are so cheap.

And you didn't even wanna buy
that raffle ticket.

Until I heard this wee,
small voice whisper in my ear...

"Buy me".

As I remember it, it was some
little wise guy who was whinin',

"I sold all my tickets.
Could you buy my last one, please?"

- That kid was a hell of a salesman.
- That kid was a huckster.

I-I can't stand to watch
a grown man cry.

Hey, we'll send you a postcard.

I didn't know places like this
still existed.

Yeah. Paradise delivered once daily.
It's beautiful.

Rico, I think we got
a great week comin'.

Yeah. Well, why don't we just go to the hotel
and grab a quick, um, lunch?

I'm starvin'.

You left it at home.

You're too good a cop. You're not gonna
carry your gun out of your jurisdiction.

Hope you're not hurt.
Wolf.

Rico...
Relax, Tubbs.

Who is this guy, Rico?

Someone who should be in the joint. Someone
who was in the joint for murder one.

Well he oughta know, lady.
He wrote my ticket.

Yeah...
last year, one-way.

Hey, man,
I've been pardoned.

A regular miracle.

I'm here on vacation...

just like you.

Leon Wolf was on his way
to the chair.

No chance of parole.

If he got pardoned, then somebody
got rich. Rico, there's nothing you can do.

Now don't let it spoil
our vacation. Yeah, okay.

Okay.
Good.

Like he said,
I got no jurisdiction.

But you know, if we were
vacationin' in Siberia, I still

think the local cops oughta
know that he's trouble.

Okay. But no work.
You promised.

Mmm?
Okay.

Taxi?

The Island Inn. Maybe the
police station's on the way.

You come all the way
down here just to tell me this?

It's supposed to be
a vacation.

Ah, yes. I suppose no cop nowhere's
got a partner this good-looking.

What was that name again,
miss? Austin. Alicia Austin.

Mm-hmm.

Look, you got a killer on your island.
What are you gonna do about it?

Same as usual: First we
check on his whereabouts...

which won't be hard
to do around here...

then get confirmation
of his parole in a few days.

- Days?
- It is all by mail.

We have no mainland phone service.

What about a radio?

Calm down.
You have the whole force behind you:

Me and Reuben.

Great.

Well, how about keeping me informed?
We're gonna be at the Island Inn.

I know.

It's the only lodging on the island.

Let's get outta here.

Still worried about Leon Wolf?

Leon who?

So? Mmm. It's enough. Yeah.

Raffle ticket, mister?
Only a buck.

There can't be two of that kid.

Xavier Calderone is here.
He's at the docks.

He's got guns.
He says to tell Wolf.

Thanks, kid.

Hey, hey! Hey, hey, Miami!

Hey, wait!

That kid live here?
I'm not sure.

Maybe he's visiting
from his yacht.

Xavier Calderone.
Who is he?

A businessman.

What kind of business?
None of yours.

Any kin to Orlando Calderone?

His cousin.

More.

More! Orlando Calderone's
arriving on today's plane.

- His suite is booked!
- I guess it's check-out time.

Alicia.

Alicia.
Rico?

Rico.
I was havin' a dream. I...

I don't know. Maybe it was real. I... |
dreamed that you were... Trouble's comin'.

Where?
Here, on Saint Gerard.

What kind of trouble?

It's a setup.
I've been set up.

This whole thing: The trip, the raffle
ticket, everything. He wants me here.

Wolf?
No, some dude named Calderone.

Wolf is in on it, but he's nothin'
compared to Calderone.

Calderone murdered my son...
and my woman.

You didn't tell me you had a son. |
had a son with Calderone's sister.

I killed their father.

He was a major drug dealer.
He had murdered my brother.

Why didn't you tell me?

You can't live with
this kind of pain alone.

Did you love her?

I'm sorry, Rico.

Look, we gotta get out of here.
What do you want me to do?

Just pack.

I'll see if I can get us off this island.

Only one plane that comes in
or out of here all day.

When it leaves depends on
when it gets here.

Look, man. Don't talk code. I'm
not. I'm just tellin' you when it's comin'.

Depends. Depends on, uh,
passenger load, wind speed,

what brand of cigarettes
the pilot's smokin'.

Well, what about private planes?
Why do you think they call 'em private?

They don't file any flight plan with
me. Can you radio a message on this?

To who? That's the shortest
shortwave you've ever seen.

I can yak at incoming planes
maybe 50 miles out, tops.

Try.

Uh, hello. Saint Gerard UNICOM
transmitting blind, any aircraft. Come in?

Saint Gerard transmitting blind
for any aircraft. Come in?

Sunday we don't get much.

Keep tr yin'.
I'll be back.

Saint Gerard UNICO...

Get on.

Guns?

I am heading off-island.
The cop is yours.

Orlando Calderone
sends his thanks.

My cousin doesn't forget
those who help him.

Gentlemen, I'm lookin'
for a boat to charter.

I got plenty of cash.
I can pay now.

Where you wanna go?

To the Bahamas.
Miami, if you'll take us.

We don't work on Sundays.

We'd rather watch
a certain plane come in.

How 'bout you?

Yeah, thanks. Uh,
you have a good day.

Have some respect
for Calderone's money.

We ain't gonna never have
it no better, understand?

My brain must've been in
neutral. It was a church raffle.

The way my luck usually runs, I should've known
this thing was fixed or faked or some damn thing.

Are you sure it's Calderone
who's after us? Not us, baby. Me.

Us, Rico.

We'll get out of this thing.
Yeah.

What about the police?
I am the police.

Not here. Here you're Rico Tubbs
who I love and I don't wanna see get hurt.

So just let them handle
it, please. You're dreamin'.

So we have no way
to do a disappearing act.

And the fisherman
all seem to know about Calderone.

Some cop.

You didn't know? Saint Gerard
was coke central several years back.

Most of Calderone's dope on the
way to New York passed through here.

When his operation went sour,
people here lost big.

They're not likely to love
the cop that squeezed it.

- Where's your chief?
- Must be on patrol.

I can handle any problems you have.
I'll take Calderone myself.

Listen. You're gonna need help.

You have no deputies.

- Why don't you just let me have a gun?
- Absolutely not.

- You're sanctioning an execution.
- What do you know about it?

I know enough
about it to help.

Believe me, Officer!
You are going to need help.

You don't have any means
of dealing with Calderone!

And believe me when I tell you,
Reuben Oliva's not afraid of anybody.

Thanks, Officer.

Either he's a fool,
or he's on the take.

He can arrest Calderone at the plane. Oh,
Alicia, it's not gonna go down like that.

Dirty Harry's gonna get
himself killed, and Calderone's

gonna come after me. Well,
we can hide and leave later.

I'm holdin' my ground.

What are you talkin' about?

It won't end here.

Even if I leave this island, Calderone'll
hunt me down somewhere else.

It's better here than surprised
in Miami. All I need is a gun.

No.
You don't stand a chance alone.

The Calderones killed my brother,

my woman and my son,

and they'll rot in hell
before I let them kill me!

I won't stand here and
watch you be destroyed in

front of my face. You
don't have to. You're leavin'.

Who says?
Me.

I'm not goin' anywhere without you.
I signed up for a full week, remember?

You better start packin'.
That plane'll be comin' anytime.

I'm terrible at good-byes.
Damn it, Alicia!

Shout all you want.

Either we go or we stay.
Alicia.

You have seats on today's plane?

Yes, ma'am.
Two?

Two.

We're closed.

It's Sunday. We're closed. Look,
I got an emergency, and, uh...

Ricardo.
Sally.

What are you doin' here?
I live here.

I have since... New York.

A friend of yours,
Miss Cordova?

Yes.

Oh, you look good.

Yeah. You look good too,

but, um, I figured you...
you always would.

Well, what's the emergency?

A man named Calderone.

- Yeah, I wanna buy a gun.
- I don't sell guns.

Nobody on Saint Gerard does.
They're illegal.

- You knew Calderone was comin'?
- But I didn't know he was coming for you.

Calderone brings us jobs, money.

Relax, Jean.
We know what Calderone's bringing.

Uh, look. I have a few things to
straighten out here. Wait, and we'll talk.

No time. Do you have a gun?

No.

Can I come aboard?

What do you want?

I need help.

I'm gonna fight Calderone,
but I need weapons and friends.

Why?
Why should I get involved?

You tell me.

I saw you nearly offer
back at the bar.

That was a mistake.

You know what Saint Gerard's
gonna be like if Calderone stays here?

I'm a fisherman,
not a soldier.

And you're not a dope runner yet.

It's dangerous.

Yes. It is.

Thanks, friend.

That plane is gettin'
closer and closer, man.

Don't you knock? Since
when did we get so formal?

What's the matter?
I don't have time, Reuben.

You're running out.

- You don't think I can stop Calderone.
- You can't.

Three against one. That doesn't
sound fair to you? Sounds fair to me.

First I take care of Calderone's
drunken cousin and that dude, Wolf.

Lock 'em up or shoot 'em...
It don't matter to me.

Then it's just me and Calderone, and he doesn't
know he has no help when he steps off that plane.

This town is finally gonna
give me some respect.

Dying is such a wonderful way
to prove you're a man.

You got less faith in me
than that Miami cop does.

That Miami cop
used to be a New York cop.

He's probably the only one
who can stop Calderone.

- Anybody from New York you don't know?
- Sure, I have a past.

At least it taught me not to let
just any man decide my future.

Tell your lover boy he better be gone
by the time I finish Calderone.

Leaving today?
What do you care?

You couldn't get me
off this island today with dynamite.

You get the tickets?
Yeah. We're gone.

Good. I'll wait here until we
can leave together on the plane.

- All right?
- Yeah.

- Sally Cordova. What room?
- Six.

Would you like drinks sent up,
Mr. Tubbs?

Go away!

It's Rico.

Sally, let me in.

I told you I don't have a gun.

Well, maybe at least you could say,
uh, good-bye this time.

"Good-bye" wouldn't
have helped last time.

You didn't wanna hear me say that
I was trading the ghetto for paradise.

Even though you knew
how I felt about it?

We only would've broken
each other's hearts.

It could've been different.

No. It couldn't.
Why not?

- Calderone.
- Orlando?

That punk.

His father.

He got me out of New York.

! would have died there if he hadn't.
{ owe him!

And you paid the debt.
That bastard murdered my brother!

- And then you killed him.
- Yes!

Oh, Rico, no more deaths.

You're the only one
I can trust on this island.

I need a weapon.

I need someone who'll be
beside me and fight. Just a name.

Reuben Oliva.

The deputy?
He'd rather lock me up.

I doubt that he'll have time.
He's going to challenge Calderone.

- Calderone's got help.
- He says he's going to take care of them first.

He can't be that stupid.

I think we got a real
problem, gentlemen.

Put your hands on your head
and turn around real slowly...

Now.

Damn it.

Excuse me.
Who's Sally Cordova?

Why don't you unclutter my
lobby and ask her? All right.

You know, lady, when the Calderones
were here, this place was fully booked.

People had money. Then Tubbs killed
old man Calderone, and the money left.

But I'm still here.
Stranded... in paradise. Hmm.

Yeah.

I'm Alicia Austin,
a friend of... I know.

You're in love with Rico too.
Ancient history.

Rico's not gonna run.

He told me to get two tickets
on today's plane.

What difference does that make?
He's not planning on using his ticket.

Did Rico ask you to leave?

It was macho talk.
It was self-preservation.

He doesn't have time to babysit you
when he's got three killers after him.

Settle down! We'll never reach a decision
if we let fear overwhelm us.

But who will they kill next? The
schoolteacher? The minister? You?

I think I'm the leading candidate.

We have been trying to wish you
out of existence.

Is that what you did to Reuben Oliva?

He wouldn't be dead
if you weren't here.

She's got a point.

She doesn't even know why I'm here.

Listen. Calderone set me up.

Thought you big-city fellas
were too slick to get tricked.

Lady, I don't
have time to argue.

- I need your help.
- Help?

Man, these sopranos wouldn't
even go to sleep without a light on.

Quiet!
Age is eating your brain, old man.

No one here wants to die
for a stranger.

Go on.
Take your trouble elsewhere.

Well, what about a gun?

A gun?
They're not gonna give you a gun.

Cowardsl They're cowardsl
They're cowards. They're cowards!

Shut up!

- Cowards! Cowards! Cowards!
- Quiet!

Don't you know?
Guns are illegal here.

Yeah. And I'm sure Calderone's
gonna leave his guns at the airport.

God be with ya, son.

I need a refill.

Hey, taxi!

Hmm. Do you really
want me to leave?

She said you won't be able
to fight with me here.

She's right.

Then hide. Wait until they come
into town. We'll hold the plane.

I can't spend my life
bein' afraid of every shadow.

Do it Rico's way.
You'll live longer.

Hey, be back in a little
while. We'll talk business. Yo.

You're lookin'
a little worried, amigo.

That drunk don't matter.
As soon as Calderone lands,

you can notify that cop's
next of kin.

Let me get another one.

Saint Gerard UNICOM,
this is Global 71,

two miles zero northwest,
inbound for 35.

Request a traffic advisory.

Uh, Sun Island 71,
this is Saint Gerard UNICOM.

Got no observed traffic.
Wind speed 030 at 10 knots.

Altimeter, two niner niner two.

Come on in, Bernie.

Hey, cop.

Switchin' sides?
Take this.

Hey.

Hey, help the ladies
with their bags.

I can handle them.

My cousin doesn't like his
women messing with cops.

I thought he had other worries.
Not for long. Stay and watch.

Hey, put a cork in it.

Just making small talk.

Stay focused, man.

Saint Gerard traffic, this is Global 71
entering downwind for a three fiver.

Come on, sucker.

Orlando!
Hey, man, you're drunk!

Didn't expect
a welcoming party.

- Good.
- You with Sally?

Uh, you ladies'll have to wait here...

till I've refueled the plane.

Tubbs always did like
good-lookin' women.

- Did he tell you about my sister?
- I don't have to talk to you.

Yeah?

Orlando,
this isn't what you came for.

We'll get together
some other time, huh?

Don't let him get the gun!

Empty?
I told you we'd meet again, didn't 1?

Come on. Drop it.

Drop it!

Is that how you like your women?
Brave and stupid?

Guess what happens next?

Come on, cop. Come
out and play! No, Rico!

Alicia!

Alicia.

Alicia.

- You all right?
- Rico. Rico.

Come on.

Rico.