"I don't get this." "The guy was one of the biggest importers in South Florida, and he just quits." "I was this close, Rico." "Zito, how long's this guy been around the fight game?" "Couple years." "Came in big." "Threw a lot of cash around." "Last week on Miami Vice." "Bobby Sykes!" "Come on, Bobby!" "Come on!" "Uppercut, Bobby." "Uppercut." "Where did this kid come from?" "From out of nowhere, Señor Guzman." "Beautiful." "[Chuckles] $50,000." "Señor Guzman is very sincere." "Senor Guzman ain't diddly-squat." "You tell him to eat it." "I offered you a sincere business deal, and you turned it into an undigestible meal." "If you want Bobby Sykes, you just got to kill me, that's all." "Wrong answer." "[Gunshot]" "I told you I didn't wanna get Moon involved!" "I told myself that!" "I didn't listen to myself!" "This time I don't care if it's drugs or prostitution or gambling or murder." "He is goin' down." "Offer the man a satellite sports network." "Tell him you're gonna make him big." "Well, now, we were thinkin' that, uh, for the Southeast... and, uh, the Gulf States and the Southwest, uh, maybe $50,000 guaranteed." "Be my manager." "I gotta trust somebody." "Keep the jab goin'." "Keep the jab goin'." "Keep the jab goin'." "Stick him." "Stick him." "Stick him." "$200,000 dollars for the contract." "Forget it." "Wrong answer." "Hey, Lar?" "Larry?" "[Shower Running]" "♪♪ [Man Singing]" "[No Audible Dialogue]" "♪♪ [Continues]" "You recognize anybody?" "Larry's family." "He had six brothers and sisters." "They were real close." "Stan Switek, Larry's friend." "Would you care to say a few words, Stan?" "♪♪ [Continues]" "Larry was my partner." "But to me, he was more like a brother." "Sorry." "I know you all hurt inside, but do your grieving in private." "The street has no sympathy." "What's the status of the investigation?" "No signs of physical trauma." "Zito's fingerprints were on the syringe." "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" "Means there's no physical evidence... suggesting that his death was a homicide." "[Tubbs] Wait a minute, Lieutenant—" "[Crockett] Marty, everybody in this room... knows that Guzman had Zito whacked." "You give me an hour with Guzman." "I'll get you some proof." "We take Guzman down right, or we don't take him." "Internal Affairs is on their way to Metro." "They wanna talk to you." "Let's get out of here, partner." "Got some work to do." "Really good call on Guzman." "Hope you're satisfied." "[Door Closes]" "Know what I did last night?" "What'd you do?" "I went to the Outrigger, took home a guy I haven't seen in five years... 'cause I didn't want to be alone." "Did it make you feel better?" "[Softly] No." "[Man] You know he had a brother O.D.?" "What's that got to do with the price of eggs?" "You think we like doin'this?" "You got any more questions?" "Do you know he was an alcoholic?" "He hadn't had a drink in five years." "He never missed a meeting." "I see." "To your personal knowledge, did your partner ever use controlled substances of any kind?" "Go to hell." "It's the 28th." "Mr. Zito's rent was paid up to the 1 st." "Anything left after that goes to the Goodwill." "His family will pick it up." "[Crockett] Rico, comin'?" "Yeah, yeah." "I'll be in in a minute." "Hey, look at all these, man." "Amazing." "You see someone every day for seven years, turns out you know nothin' about 'em." "Maybe Frosty the Snowman can help us feed these fish." "I've been holdin' his mail." "Didn't know what to do with it." "[Tubbs] We'll take care of it." "You know, you guys take anything, I'm gonna need a receipt." "Hey, Sonny, check this out." "What you got?" "Certified mail." "It wasn't picked up." "No name, no return address." "It's made out of gator, however, I can't imagine... any self-respecting gator would be caught dead in this." "The note give an idea who could have such bad taste?" ""Larry, this is the slimy chili pepper Guzman's book." "My guess is, you figure out what's in it, you can put him away." "Moon."" "8-to-5, that's what got him whacked." "It's in some sort of alphanumeric code." "Great." "I don't even have my Captain Midnight decoder ring." "These things cost a ton." "Probably 'cause they got serial numbers." "Maybe Gina and Trudy can run it down." "There's only a couple of stores that carry 'em." "[Guzman Groans]" "[Moaning]" "Sykes won't answer my calls." "I went to his aunt's house, and she says she hasn't seen him in over a week." "I went to the gym, and they said they haven't seen him either." "He's vanished." "Poof." "I'm not hearin' you." "[Groans]" "What the— Ham-fisted blimp!" "Get her outta here." "What am I paying you for?" "Sykes is here." "He wants to see you." "You must have been born lucky, Sordoni." "How did you get him to come?" "I didn't." "Bobby Sykes, the next champion of the world." "Hi." "How you doin'?" "I've been better." "I heard about Zito." "Yeah." "Terrible." "Drugs are poisoning our society." "What can I do to convince you to sign with me?" "Nothin'." "I'm ready to sign now." "I figure you're the man who can do me the most good, win or lose." "Good." "[Man] I park my car on Guzman's lawn?" "Uh-uh." "I never parked it there, have I?" "You know you haven't." "I park my car on this jerk's lawn, there are gonna be tire tracks." "Maybe I lose some oil or something, and it ain't gonna look nice anymore." "The lawn, I mean." "So I ain't gonna do it, 'cause I got respect." "I don't diddle with other people's property." "Maybe they don't teach that in Bananaland, or wherever this Guzman's from." "You want I should maybe go down there and see this guy, Mr. Giulinni?" "No." "I'm gonna go down there and teach this immigrant about turf." "I'm gonna explain to him that South Florida's mine." "Got the gambling', I got the hookers, got whatever else I can think of." "I'm gonna explain to him real slow." "These guys just off the boat don't always capisce too good, you know?" "Uh-huh." "And then I'm gonna blow his brains all over the wall." "Nice." "Yeah." "I gotta call, uh, Miami, let 'em know we're comin'." "[Beeping]" "[Line Ringing] [Switch Clicks]" "[Man] Yeah." "Vespa." "[Giulinni] Yeah, cockroach gets squashed." "Yeah, we could do it for ya, nice and clean with no mess." "I want it messy." "Scares away competition." "So why the call, huh?" "What do you want me to do?" "Check out Guzman for me." "I want to know everything he does and who he does it with and to." "I got a couple of names here for you." "[Giulinni] Burnett— that's one of the guys." "Sonny Burnett." "Partner's name is, uh, Rico Cooper." "[Vespa] It's done, Fredo." "No problem." "Real name's Crockett." "Miami Vice?" "Somebody better get down there... and tell that poor schnook Godzilla's comin'." "Hey." "The store says it's either Guzman's or Bishop Fuentes." "Want us to run it by the lab?" "Get a make on the codes?" "No." "This guy's faster." "Plus it'll save us some paperwork." "Denny Allred." "Air U.S.A.?" "I just love all these initials— F.B.I., C.I.A., D.E.A." "We all got our dirty little secrets." "Just tell him to move his butt." "Internal Affairs just called." "Zito goes down as an overdose." "O.D., huh?" " What a crock!" " [Smashes]" "Come on, Marty." "Larry Zito was no damn junkie, and you know it." "He was afraid of needles, Lieutenant." "[Tubbs] He almost fainted last year when we gave blood." "They're dumping' trash on a good cop's grave." " You know the drill." " [Phone Ringing]" "The book's closed on Zito unless we can come up with new evidence." "Then Guzman's in a world of hurt." "Come up with new evidence." "[Switek] It's Sordoni." "Burnett." "Yeah, I was just thinkin' about your client." "When?" "You can set your watch by me, pal." "Sordoni's got us a date with a cop killer." "What the heck is the rush all about, Oswaldo?" "I just like to spread good news as quickly as possible." "Well, I'm all ears." "The kid's mine." "Bobby Sykes?" "None other." "Well now, ain't this guy just the Wizard of Oz?" "I believe." "How'd you do it?" "Broads or blow or, uh, what?" "Must have been my charm." "[Laughs] Sykes just walked in here and said he wanted to sign." "Well, now, you just get ready to sign yourself, mister, 'cause we're gonna tell those honchos at the network... that you are ready for prime-time satellite." "Quickly, huh?" "Like you say, ticktock." "[Laughing]" "Man, we are shish kebab on our own sword." "Cut it out." "You're makin' me hungry." "Yeah, well I'm losin' my appetite." "Look, we do not work for the Sunbelt Satellite Sports Network." "Therefore, we do not have a means of showing Guzman's fights." "Therefore, we do not have a prayer." "Guzman don't care about prayers." "You're not listening, man." "Yeah, I am." "I just don't give a damn." "We're gonna stay on this sucker until we nail Guzman and clear Zito's name." "We could crash and burn." "I don't give a damn about that either." "♪♪ [Rock On Radio] Hi!" "Come on in." "Hey, do me a favor." "Go around the other side, will ya?" "Thanks a lot." "Hi!" "[Hatch Closes]" "♪♪ [Rock On Radio] Hey!" "Hi." "Hey, back off, guys." "Come on." "Back off." "They probably think you're gonna show me a good time." "Are ya?" "[Laughing]" "Sorry." "Come on in." "Come on." " I'm not goin' in there." " Hey." "[Gina] Crockett said you could break the code in a hurry." "In a hurry?" "Oh, now come on." "What's a hurry?" "Is that just some measure of time... that can only be defined by law enforcement officers?" "Or is it perhaps that brief period in which you could, oh, I don't know, have a smoke or listen to a cut off the new Peter Gabriel album?" " Who's really to say what it is?" " Why don't we say 4:00 this afternoon?" "I see." "So, in by 10:00, out by 4:00." "Let me ask you something." "Do I look like a dry cleaner?" "Ace cryptographer, right?" "Once." "Is that when you met Crockett?" "Pleiku." "Class of'71." "Graduation was a bitch." "Tomorrow at noon, ladies." "And right now, I'm gonna say adios." "It's nap time." "See you later." "Good trip?" "All night in a flying cigar tube?" "You can't sleep." "You can't eat." "You moron." "You're worse than a moron." "You're brain dead." "Hey, the guy was clever." "I thought he was just promoting' fights." "And when there are more fights in this town, you're gettin' less action." "You don't think there's nothin' wrong?" "I was gonna look into it." "Yeah?" "How much grief you gonna heap on my rear end, huh?" "There's this lawyer, Sordoni." "Paesan." "Oh, yeah, but he's killin' us." "Every time he puts a bet down, he don't lose." "And underdogs." "All the time, underdogs." "What are you sayin'?" "This Sordoni is Guzman's lawyer." "How long?" "What, Guzman's lawyer?" "How long you been takin' his action?" "Four— Four, maybe five months." "Get me Sordoni." "It's time we had a little discussion." "Yeah, no prob." "What about this Burnett and Cooper?" "Do I gotta make my meeting with Sordoni a group grope?" "No, man." "They're just a couple of suits from TV." "They want to put, uh, Guzman's fights on some satellite thing." "Yeah?" "Well, I wanna talk to those jokers." "Tonight, understand?" "I don't care what you gotta do." "Just bring them to me." "[Car Door Closes]" "That them?" "[Vespa] Yeah." "[Tires Squealing]" "♪♪ [Man Singing Rock]" "Looks like we picked up a tail." "Let's take a little ride." "[Tires Squealing]" "They're coming your way." "What are they in?" "[Vespa] A white Ferrari." "[Tires Squealing]" "What the hell is this?" "I don't believe it." "Now we got two of'em doggin'us." "Maybe we should just pull over." "See what they want." "Yeah, right." "They probably just want to sell us some Girl Scout cookies." "♪♪ [Continues]" "[Tires Squealing]" "[Tires Squealing]" "[Tires Squealing]" "♪♪ [Continues]" " Sonny!" " [Tires Squealing]" "Now I'm gettin' tired of this." "Where are they?" " Right there." " Hello." "Well, no guts, no glory." "Nice." "They're freaking maniacs." "All right." "Hey, Frank." "Hey, Frank!" "[Tubbs] Those chumps really wanted us dead." "I never knew anybody was so anxious to read our obituaries." "I hear that." "Crockett, do you have a problem I should know about?" "What kind of problem?" "An F.B.I. Agent's on his way over here." "He wants to talk to you." "We've got information that you're running a game on a guy named Guzman." "Right?" "Who says?" "We've got it on tape." "So you're after Guzman?" "I never heard of him until a certain Alfredo Giulinni started acting nuts." "Giulinni?" "Kind of a combination of Bugsy Siegel and Charles Manson." "A Vegas boy." "He handles the bulk of the gambling action in South Florida." "But lately he's taken a bath on, uh, boxing." "To Guzman." "And now Giulinni's in Miami to stuff him in a garbage disposal headfirst." "I love it." "Not if Burnett and Cooper are in there with him." "One more time." "Your alter egos— we ran an undercover I.D. On them." "And listening to Giulinni on tape, my guess is, he's interested in them too." "Good." "No, bad." "You've already lost one cop too many." "[Door Closes]" "Hi!" "Ah." "Hi." "Okay, ladies, who's this guy Crockett's after?" "A gambler." "Oh, thank you very much." "No." "I mean, who is he?" "What is he?" "Is he— Is he a montagnard or something?" "Why?" "Well, because this code is really primitive." "I mean, take a look at it." "Half of it's numbers for letters." "And then the guy who was doin' it got really bored, because—" "Wait, wait, wait." "We're here to roast the turkey, not learn how it grew up." "Oh, please do pardon my digression." "How terribly silly of me." "Hmm." "Look, ladies, what you've got is somebody handling more and more bets every week." "Way over a million dollars already." "That's a big turkey." "Does he specialize in boxing?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "It had to be that or tennis." "You know, one-on-one kind of stuff." "See, what he does is, he builds up these fighters, drives the odds up— 2-to-1, 3- to-1, 5-to-1 against them— and then, bam, they get knocked on their duffs... by someone you never heard of, over and over again." "It's simple." "Any examples?" "Well, right on this page here— You got Rodriguez, you got Sandoval, you got Hidalgo." "These are fast risers, but faster fallers." "Who's next?" "Somebody named Walker." "Why?" "You guys wanna get a bet down?" "Huh?" "Huh?" "[Laughing] No, thanks." "Thanks." "Later." "Hey, how about a drink?" "Ah, okay." "You always sweat so much?" "Weather's warm." "What, are you sayin' I ain't a good host?" "No, no." "I turned up the A.C., didn't I?" "It's like a meat locker in here, and you're still sweating' like a pig." "You stink, you know that?" "I think you got major B.O." "I'm sorry." "I'm gonna go outside and get some air." "Come on." "Who lives at 2128 Peabody Drive, Newton, Mass.?" "My parents." "Yeah?" "Of course, uh, 623 Dolphin Way, Coral Gables— that's your home, right?" "Your two little kids— both boys?" "And your wife." "She's too, uh, fine for an ugly geek like you." "Be a shame if anything happened to her or the rug rats, you know?" "But there are a lot of wackos out there, guys that make me look like a Sunday school teacher." "These guys— they'd love to do somethin' terrible to your family." "No." "Guzman." "I wanna know about every minute of his day." "I don't just want to know when he goes to the bathroom," "I wanna know what he does when he's in there, you got it?" "Yeah." "[Sobbing]" "I was gonna put you on the beach." "I can do my job." "You're gonna have to." "We don't have anyone else." "Thanks for the pep talk." "I feel better already." "I'm sorry, Lieutenant." "My brain's been wallpapered." "If Guzman had stuck a needle in me," "Lar would do all he could to clear my name, or die tryin'." "You want Gina or Trudy to ride in the van with you?" "Maybe some other time." "[Tubbs] You thinkin'what I'm thinkin'?" "About Giulinni?" "[Tubbs] Yeah, he wants us past tense." "That's because he doesn't realize what we can do for him." "What are you talkin' about?" "The Sunbelt Satellite Sports Network." "You mean we're lookin' for another customer?" "Maybe our only customer." "We're gonna tell Giulinni he's Mr. Big... and we don't wanna do business with anybody else." "If he doesn't kill us first." "Well, let's just hope he likes money more than blood." "Say he does." "What's Guzman gonna do?" "Complain to the Better Business Bureau?" "He'll be too busy tryin' to figure out how to off Giulinni." "And Giulinni's not gonna sit still for that." "[Chuckles] The sharks will eat each other up." "I love it." "Yeah, I should have been a matchmaker." "[Laughs]" "[Guzman] Big ain't the word for what I'm gonna be." "This satellite thing is gonna be worth a fortune." " [Crockett] Is this gonna be a song we can dance to?" " Oh, much better than that." "A sample of Guzman tryin' to drum up business with every 10-grand-a-week gambler in town." "Six months, and my fights are gonna be selling out the Orange Bowl every week." "[Man] Giulinni ain't sitting' still for that." "Forget that two-bit tout." "He'll be too busy tryin' to keep up with me." " [Man] Yeah, right." " Hey, my vig's a half point lower than his." "Believe it or don't, but you better get in on my action now, amigo." "I'll think about it." "Don't get a hernia." "[Dial Tone] [Exhales] The bait's in the trap." "Hey, kid, how you doin'?" "Look, get the hell away from me, man." "You're cops too, right?" "'Fraid so." "You lied to me, man, both of you." "You were just using me, man, for that damn scam." "Yeah, you're right." "We were." "We were just tryin' whatever we could think of to get Guzman off the street." "And Zito paid the price." "And now you're signing'with that slimeball." "You must be crazy." " He's gettin' me fights with Walker." "No one else could." " Guzman is a killer." "Think I haven't figured that out yet?" "Well, if you're that smart, then you should be able to figure out that what we're tryin' to do is help you, not hurt you." "Look, don't do me any favors." "Just get the hell out of my life, okay?" "What, so you can ruin it with Guzman?" "No, so I can kill the bastard." "[Tubbs] My mama said never stick your head into the lion's mouth." "[Crockett] We got no choice." "Nothing's gonna happen unless we give Giulinni an appetite for Guzman." "Been lookin'forward to meeting youse." "Even if we didn't come in an ambulance?" "Excuse my associates." "Sometimes they don't know how hard they're stepping on the gas." "There's a lesson to be learned there, though, about how hazardous life can be." "Oh, ho, ho." "Mr. G., I appreciate your concern for our health, but I think it'll be just fine if you let me explain why we're here." "Explain." "We'd like to do some business with ya." "What about this immigrant Guzman?" "That his name?" "I heard you were playin' footsie with him." "Well, let's just say you could change our priorities real quick-like." "We don't wanna deal with no jive local yokels... when we can do business with someone who has national juice." "Who tells you that?" "Some people that wanna do right by us." "You see, Mr. G., all you gotta do is start promoting fights." "And with your contacts, you'll attract the right talent." "Then our satellite company will do the rest." "Big money." "Clean money." "Very..." "legitimate." "I know where I can get some fighters real quick." "Yeah?" "Guzman." "No!" "He ain't gonna be needin' 'em." "They're both smelling' blood." "All we gotta do is point 'em in the right direction." "Your friend's pretty good." "Appears Guzman's making quite a stack in this game." "I want taps on both, 24-hour monitoring." "I'll take Giulinni." "Make sure Guzman's covered." "Whoa." "One point two mil in six months... off 300K." "That's quite a pie." "Yeah, and look who had to eat the biggest slice." "Our man Giulinni." "So it looks like we don't have a deal, Oz." "What kind of garbage is this?" "You were the guys that came to me." "Well, that's before we realized you had problems." "Problems?" "[Crockett] Yes, sir." "Giulinni problems." "Yeah, you stepped on some pretty big feet." "You ain't seen nothin'." "Well, now, you make sure you call us when the view's better." "All right?" "What are you—What are you— What are you doin'?" "Uh, we're leaving." "You see, it's traditional when there's nothing more to say." "We'll see ya." "Boy, y'all got a real nice place here." "It's, uh, kinda jungle-like, isn't it?" "Yeah." "[Guzman] Scum sucking maggots." "They're scared of Giulinni." "Lots of people are." "He's nothin', a bump in the road." "I'm gonna go over the top of him." "How?" "Hit him tomorrow." "Get on it." "[Doorbell Buzzing]" "What do you want?" "Missile Messenger Service." "This is for Mr. Giulinni." "Give me it." "Okay." "This taco's hit me up for a million two in the last six months." "He kept doubling' up." "I figured the odds." "I knew he had to lose eventually." "It never crossed your mind that he never lost because he knew who was gonna win?" "[Line Ringing]" "[Man] Yeah?" "It's Sordoni." "Every dime." "Gettin' back every dime." "What?" "Talk!" "[Sordoni] I just left Guzman." "He just put a contract out on you." "I'm supposed to set it up." "Would you believe the stones on this burrito?" "He's gonna have me hit." "[Giulinni] What's the schedule?" "[Sordoni] He's at home now, but he'll be at his jewelry store at the Bayfront Mall." "Backroom's central action for his book operation." "He checks it every day." "[Giulinni] What time's he get there?" "6:00 on the nose." "Why?" "Do yourself a favor." "Don't be buying any engagement rings around then, huh?" "[Handset Settles In Cradle]" "You got any mechanics in town?" "Well, we got, uh, Blyth, Moore and a couple other guys." "Send 'em all." "We're leaving." "Get the rubber bands on that plane of mine wound up." "[Rings]" "Yeah?" "[Gina] Stan, we picked up a call 20 minutes ago from Guzman's phone, ordering a hit on Giulinni." "Why didn't we offer the scuzzball protection?" "You have anything?" "Me?" "I haven't heard a thing." "Right?" "All right." "Stay in touch." "♪♪ [Man Singing]" "♪♪ [Continues]" "[Rings]" "Crockett." "[Switek] Sonny." "Sonny, look, I wasn't gonna say anything to anybody, but I can't go through with it." "Chill out, Stan." "What's up?" "Giulinni's ordered a hit on Guzman at his jewelry store at Bayfront Mall." "When?" "Fourteen minutes from now." "♪♪ [Continues]" "[Phone Buzzing] [Chattering]" "Hello." "Mr. Guzman?" "Yeah." "It's been a good day." "Lot of action." "♪♪ [Continues]" "Good." "Lot of action." "Well, how's the Walker fight comin'?" "Best ever." "♪♪ [Continues]" "♪♪ [Fades Out]" "[Tires Squealing]" "[Crowd Shouting, Screaming]" "Freeze!" "Miami Vice!" "Go!" "Go!" "Drop your weaponl" "[Woman Screaming]" "Freeze!" "[Gunshots]" "[Screaming] I'll kill her!" "I'll kill her!" "Let her go." "[Echoing] Larry?" "[Sykes] That Moon was somethin'else." "I will never forget him." "To Moon." "To Moon." "To Moon." "You know, for a while there, I didn't think we'd clear Larry's name." "It's done, man." "I still find myself talkin' to him when I'm in the van." "Hey, you guys were partners the way partners should be." "Here you go, buddy." "Where you been?" "The last one." "Oh." "Yeah." "I'll stick to orange juice, okay, Sonny?" "Sonny?" "You better be careful." "People might think you're fraternizin' with the enemy." "To Lawrence Zito— a cop, a man... and a great friend." "To Larry." "To Larry." "To Larry."