"You sure this is cool with your cousin?" "Hey, man, this is all extra stuff they had laying around the fire house, okay?" "Come on." "Here." "Open up, fire department." "Emergency." "Second floor fire, we gotta check in here." "Come on." "Move." "Move." "Move." "Check in there." "Guys, firemen are here." "What are you doing?" "What are you doing?" "I'm looking for flammable stuff, man." "Come on, girls." "We gotta get everyone out of the building." "Let's go." "Let's go." "I'd hate to see two pretty little things like you burnt to a crisp." "Come on." "Right out that door." "Alright." "I got it guys." "I got it." "I got it." "Look at this, huh?" "How about that?" "Okay, sir." "You're under arrest." "Hey." "Hey, here's your flight information." "You need to be there two hours before." "Make sure you bring I.D." "What are you talking about?" "For your trip." "What trip?" "What trip?" "You screw up and win a vacation in Florida." "I swear, if you go for a prostate exam, they're going to find diamonds." "Florida?" "What the hell is he talking about?" "These are your contact information at the hotel." "My cousin's name is Luis." "He works security there." "If you need anything, just give him a call." "Miami?" "You're going to love it." "Alright, what the hell is going on?" "You, uh, you wanted to see me?" "I never want to see you, McNEIL." "Do you know anything about three firefighters who busted a coke dealer at the Hathaway projects yesterday?" "Uh, uh, it wasn't three, sir." "It was one." "It was--it was me." "And me." "It was the two of us, lieutenant." "Well, the perp says it was three." "And he's backed up by his girlfriend and another suspect." "They were all high on blow, sir." "If you ask them again they'd probably say it was 12." "It was one." "It was one firefighter." "It was just me." "And me." "What are you doing?" "You're going to Florida." "I want to go to Alaska." "Don't screw this up for me." "What are you talking about, Alaska, man?" "I was going to say, it's tailor-made for fat guys." "You can run, skip, jump, you never break a sweat." "Did we not have a discussion." "I never agreed to that." "Listen, listen, listen." "I don't care how many it was." "As long as I get an official count before it hits the fan." "Get out of here." "McNEIL, where do you get balls big enough to impersonate a new York city firefighter?" "Okay, sir, in my defense, do you know how long we've been waiting to bust somebody down there?" "Okay?" "Have you ever heard of a warrant?" "If I went for a warrant, sir, they'd see me coming a mile away, okay." "I'm the good guy here." "I made the bust." "And a whole lot of trouble." "I just got a call from the mayor's office making sure that none of my guys are behind this." "And the firefighters' union called twice threatening a whole lot of noise as soon as the confirm names." "Now I am sending your ass away before the press starts pointing fingers." "You're going for a week." "Do you understand?" "I'm not going to Florida." "Oh, yes you are." "No, I'm not." "Yes, you are." "No." "And you can take your family with you." "My wife and my kids are at my mother-in-law's in jersey for the week." "Well, good." "You can stay down there with them." "Where in Florida was it?" "Get out of here." "I just want to say one thing, okay?" "My cousin, is a new York firefighter and he thought this was a good idea." "Oh, really." "Yes, really." "Well, that must be what he came to talk to you about." "He's here?" "Hey." "Joe." "Hey, Mikey, looks like he could use some help." "Just stay right where you are." "I am enjoying this." "?" "This is modern day America?" "wow." "Wow." "Ah, this is great." "Not bad, huh." "Ah, a view of the ocean." "And of the pool." "Ruben says only the best for you and your wife, detective." "This is great, Lou." "Luis." "Luis, right." "There you go." "And if you want to swim with the dolphins or golf," "I can set it up for you." "Swimming with the dolphins?" "That would be great." "Oh, you would love it." "Very romantic." "Oh, yeah." "Pinch me." "My number is on the back if you need anything, okay?" "And have a great stay." "Alright." "Thank you." "Thanks, Lou." "Yeah." "What are you doing?" "I--I--I thought you," "I thought you wanted to" "I want to go to the beach." "Oh." "There will be plenty of time for that later on." "Okay." "I guess we're going to the beach." "A hundred twenty-five bucks for a pair of sunglasses." "Gift shop, my ass." "It's an upscale motel, mike." "It's not a gift shop." "It's a boutique." "Yeah, well, they can "boutique" this." "What are those for?" "Sights." "Oh, look, they have parasailing." "Where'd you get them?" "In the boutique." "What was I just-- how much did you pay for them?" "Are we here to have fun or to cut coupons?" "Okay, you're right." "Alright." "Forget it." "Bastards." "Come on." "Let's go for a swim." "You know what, why don't you go down there and I'll meet you down there in a couple of minutes." "Come on." "Honey, I'm--I'm really not a big ocean guy." "Let me tell you something." "We walked out of that ocean 10 million years ago for a reason okay, because it--it--it sucks." "It's full of whales and sharks and fish piss and weird squishy stuff." "Get up and come in the water or I'll find someone who will go swimming with me." "Honey, don't be crazy." "I--honey--Toni, Toni." "I can't swim, okay?" "I can't swim." "Oh, you poor guy." "I know." "I grew up in a neighborhood with a big public pool and a big shallow end and next thing you know," "I'm 13 and I can't swim." "All my friends can." "It was kind of embarrassing." "Alright." "I'll go in." "You stay here and relax, okay?" "Okay." "Maybe I'll take a nap." "Alright." "Put some sunscreen on first." "I got you Spf 50." "50?" "What am I, an albino all of a sudden?" "I don't want to go back whiter than when I left." "Put it on." "You'll thank me later." "Ow." "Ow." "Ow." "I--I--I'm gonna move my arm." "Oh." "Ow." "Ow." "Ow." "I'm sorry, honey, but we have to put this stuff on." "You said it was going to help." "You said it had cooling action." "It does." "It just has to sink in." "Ow." "Plus it stinks." "Uh." "It does smell pretty bad." "I'm so sorry." "I blame myself." "Really?" "That's funny, so do I." "You had to go parasailing." "Since when do you go parasailing?" "You wanted to take a nap." "Yeah, I did, honey." "A nap is like you know, five, maybe 10 minutes, okay." "Not four hours." "Leaving an Irish guy out in the sun for four hours unprotected is technically speaking, not a nap." "Really, what is it?" "Attempted murder?" "Ow." "Ow." "Honey, honey." "You know what, why don't you go back to the beach?" "I'm not going to leave you here alone." "I refuse." "Unless you don't mind." "You have two choices right now." "You can stay here and watch me turn into a giant melanoma or you can go swimming." "I think swimming is the better option." "Okay, I'm just going to go down to the pool though, okay?" "Okay." "It's closer." "Alright." "And I'll have my phone with me." "I love you." "Yeah, as much as you love parasailing?" "Stop it." "Ow." "I want my mommy." "Okay, Jennifer Lopez." "Hello, j-lo." "A little Britney spears action." "Ah." "Canada in a one piece." "What is she doing?" "Ah, ah." "Hello?" "What are you doing?" "I'm down at the pool." "No, I know where you are." "I can see ya." "Whose the guy?" "What guy?" "That, don't "what guy" me." "The kid you're talking to." "He works here." "I'll bet he does." "I guess you're feeling better if you can crawl to the window and spy on me." "The cooling action kicked in and I wasn't spying on ya." "I was looking at some dolphins and I just happen to uh-- happen to what?" "I'm just down here at the pool talking to Manuel who works here and it's all perfectly innocent." "I'll call you back." "Security." "Luis speaking." "Hey, Lou." "It's mike McNEIL." "Mr. Mike, it's Luis." "Hey, uh, where are you?" "Right now?" "By the pool." "Do you see a white guy, beer belly, mets cap, uh, scratching a lottery ticket?" "Yes." "Mr. O'hara." "Is he a guest?" "Yes." "Nice man." "From st." "Louis." "Can you find out what room number he is in and call me back?" "Okay, uh, any particular-- call me back." "Detective Phillips." "Hey, it's me." "Hey." "Got a tan yet?" "Uh, third degree one." "Hey, remember jimmy the itch?" "Yeah, he pulled that midtown diamond heist about 10 years ago and disappeared." "What about him?" "Big mets fan, always scratching lottery tickets?" "Yeah." "Jimmy "The Itch" McGriff." "What's up?" "I think I found him right here in Miami, pip." "Can you fax me his info, you know his aliases, pictures, the whole nine yards?" "Yeah, I can pull that together." "But are you sure that's okay?" "Hang on." "Poolside, can I help you?" "Yes, hello, this is the front desk, is Manuel down there?" "Yes, he is." "Is this don?" "Yes, it's don." "How you doing?" "Look, his uncle is on line three and it's a family emergency." "Okay." "Hey, don, what happened with that chick you were talking to?" "Uh, now please?" "Hey, it's me." "Hey, got that file for you." "How do you want me to get it to you?" "Call the hotel and get the fax number." "You can't look it up there?" "Nope." "Got another call." "Well, it's right there on the phone." "Yeah?" "Can you see me?" "I'm all alone now, okay?" "Uh-huh." "Want to fool around?" "What do you mean?" "Want me to talk dirty, big boy?" "Yeah." "Yes." "Ahhh... dirty." "Yes, baby, yes." "Ah." "Mmm." "I want you so bad." "Uh-huh." "I'm all hot and sweaty." "This coconut oil-- oh, yeah, baby." "I like coconut oil." "Uh, ow." "Hang on, hang on, I got another call." "Hello?" "Mr. Mike?" "I have Mr. O'hara's room number." "Ah, great." "Meet me downstairs in five, make it 10 minutes, okay?" "And bring a key." "A key?" "Okay, honey I'm back." "Ready for that coconut-- hello?" "Hello?" "Son of a bitch." "Yeah." "It's me." "I got that fax number for you." "Thanks for your help on that." "Is the name O'hara listed as one of the aliases?" "I don't know." "Al's faxing it now." "Hey, can you pick me up some of those good Florida oranges?" "Ow." "Oh, Mr. Mike." "You are very red." "What is that cologne?" "It's not cologne." "You got the key?" "Yes, but we can't just-- yes, we can." "Come on." "Ow." "Do you want to be a cop some day, Lou?" "It's Luis." "Right." "You've got to work in the gray area, okay?" "This guy is wanted for a multi-million dollar heist in new York city and we're going to bring him in." "You know why?" "Because we're the good guys, that's why." "What if we get caught?" "We're not going to get caught here." "Watch." "Ow." "Look at this?" "Oh yeah." "Gold mine." "He's planning a trip to new York next week." "Yep." "I see him." "And there is your beautiful wife." "She is talking to Manuel." "He looks very upset." "What?" "Let me see." "Over there." "On the stairs." "Right there." "Son of a bitch." "Hi." "What are you doing?" "I'm sorry, Honey." "Manuel had an emergency call from his uncle" "But they got disconnected and the hotel won't let him make personal calls." "So I let him use my phone, but now he can't get through." "I'll call you right back." "Poolside." "Can I help you?" "Ah yeah, front desk, it's Dave." "Dave?" "Uh, uh, uh, don." "This is don." "And I have a phone call for Manuel." "It's a family emergency thing, it's very very urgent." "Okay." "He's right here." "Hang on." "Mr. Mike?" "Yeah." "Mr. Mike." "Mr. O'hara, he's gone." "What?" "He's gone." "He's not there." "Hello?" "Manuel." "We, uh--your uncle called back and he said that, uh-- housekeeping." "They hang up." "You want turn-down service?" "Uh, no." "Yes." "Yes." "Could we uh, we're just going to the pool." "Thank you." "This is very bad, Mr. Mike." "No, no." "This is great." "He's got new York numbers in that notepad." "That means he probably going to pull another job up there." "I forgot to write the numbers down." "I got to go back-- no, no, no." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "Mr. Mike, we can't." "We are this close to cracking the case." "You want to stop now?" "Yes." "I'm going back in." "Hi." "Mr. O'hara." "Luis." "Hello." "Nice sunglasses." "Thanks." "Where are you from?" "I'm sorry, I get some air freshener for your room." "Thank you." "We got to go." "We got to get back in that room." "Mr. Mike, we can't." "Have you not been listening to everything I've been saying?" "We're the good guys, okay?" "I don't want to be a good guy." "What do you want to be?" "I want to be the guy who keeps his job, okay?" "If my boss, Mr. Lombard-- tell you what, you get me the key and I'll go in alone." "I'll be the lone good guy, okay?" "Mr. Mike, we can't." "Stop worrying." "Everything's going to be-- what the hell is this?" "Oh, hi." "Manuel's upset." "I bet he is." "You want to get off the bed there, uh, Pancho?" "Mike, his uncle called and they got cut off again." "I told him he could come up and use our room phone." "Phones are right behind ya." "I have a fax for Mr. McNEIL?" "Ah, great." "Thanks." "Ah, there you go." "$11.50 down at the boutique." "Read and enjoy." "Bye." "Hey, Manuel." "It's okay, man." "He doesn't understand English very well." "Well, tell him his uncle is fine." "How do you know?" "Louie told me." "Right, Lou?" "No." "It was, it was like a joke." "It was-- a joke?" "It was, no, poquito joko." "Just kidding around." "Take it easy." "Ow." "Oh." "Ah." "We're even now, right?" "Oh." "Ah." "Mike, how could you do such a terrible thing?" "Honey, I can explain, okay?" "I--aha." "Yeah, okay." "There he is, jimmy the itch." "What did I say?" "Are you sure that's him?" "Yes, that's him." "That's O'hara, that fat, slimy bastard." "Look at him." "Excuse me?" "Mr. Lombard, sir." "Luis." "Detective McNEIL, do you have an explanation for your presence today in Mr. O'hara's room?" "I wasn't in his room." "Okay, okay." "I was in his room." "But he's not who he says he is." "He's this guy." "Okay, jimmy the itch." "Been on the run for nine years." "I don't know what he's talking about." "Oh yeah?" "Oh yeah?" "What about that little trip you have planned to new York?" "Huh, jimmy?" "Huh?" "How about all the little new York numbers written down on your note pad next to your bed, huh?" "My daughter's getting married in new York next week." "And the phone numbers are for the new York Windsor where I am staying." "Yeah, right, and I'm the pope." "Perhaps, Mr. McNEIL, you can explain this?" "Yeah, what's this?" "It's not me." "Okay, okay." "Do you know what the mark-up is are on those things?" "In Manhattan, they sell them for, like, five bucks on the sidewalk and that's a mark-up." "So you can imagine what the mark-up is here." "At--besides, the sunscreen and the cooling cream and the binoculars we bought downstairs, we must have dropped, like what, like 300 bucks in that gift shop, honey, right?" "And let's not forget who the real criminal is here, not that I'm a criminal." "I can't be, I'm a cop." "But he's--he's the, aha." "See, right now." "I'll bet my left nut that the person who answers this phone, has absolutely no connection to the new York Windsor hotel." "Good afternoon." "New York Windsor." "How may I help you?" "About my, left nut?" "Mr. McNEIL, I want you out of here immediately." "You are hereby banned for life from this hotel." "Luis, come with us." "Sorry, Lou." "It's Luis." "Luis!" "If you come back here again, I will kill you." "You ought to see a doctor." "No, no, no." "That's not me." "That's the cooling cream." "Not about the smell, jackass, about your brain." "You're sick." "Ah, want to watch the video again?" "Ruben's pretty pissed." "His cousin's in a whole heap of trouble." "Well, man." "Tell him I'm sorry about that." "Hey, when can I come back?" "Chief says not for at least another week." "How're things going at your mother-in-law's?" "Michael?" "I'm in hell." "The second ring of hell." "I'll talk to you." "We're all going to bed." "You sure you don't mind sleeping down here?" "No." "I'm fine." "Just as well." "That cream will just stink up the whole house." "Yeah." "Have you been smoking?" "Don't lie to me." "This is a non-smoking environment." "I know." "Good night." "Good night." "Ah." "Ah." "Oh." "Oh." "Ow." "I'm the good guy." "Michael!"