"Hurry up." "Look, it's just a cartoon." "101 Dalmatians ain't just a cartoon... any more than Blue Suede Shoes is just a song." "Okay, but can we at least sit in the back?" "I'm tired of getting the evil eye... from 5-year-olds who can't see over my head." "Picture's ahead of its time." "It's about the crisis in the nuclear family." "One, two, three." "I'm going to get great satisfaction in busting those bozos." "They think they can be bad forever." "One, two, three." "They'll have plenty of time to think about that when we get them on tape." "And I can think about time off." "I don't know, darling... might be an out-of-body kind of thing." "Maybe it'll take you to places you've never actually been." "Oh, you'd like that?" "Well, I can be there in half an hour." "You can count on it." "It'll be a slice of heaven." "You could come." "No, thanks." "From the sound of things, I'd be a fifth wheel on your spaceship." "Besides, I got a couple more things I gotta do here." "All right." "Say no more, partner." "I can tell you got things to do." "You're sure?" "Don't break her heart, Rico." "And don't break my chops, all right?" "Catch you later, Sonny." "Miami International Airport." "Information desk." "May I help you?" "Yeah, I'd like some flight information, please." "[plane taking of_" "Are those for me?" "Sonny." "Hey, it's great to see you." "I wish I weren't so tired." "Come on, I'll take you home." "You hungry?" "No, I don't really feel too well." "I know this place...." "Thanks for the ride." "You weren't kidding." "You really are tired, aren't you?" "It's a little late to play hard to get." "I'll call you first thing in the morning." "You sure you're going to be all right?" "Yeah, I'm sure." "You know I love to be with you." "I'm just real tired, Sonny." "I could come in and watch you sleep." "You know, you're big trouble." "Good night." "Good night." "Thanks." "Clear!" "Mister...." "Crockett." "What the hell happened?" "It's really quite simple, Mr. Crockett." "The seizures stopped when she went into cardiovascular collapse." "BP dropped out." "We put her on a dopamine drip, but she didn't respond." "We started CPR." "She went flatline." "A drug overdose." "Your friend OD'd on cocaine." "You got the wrong chart, lady." "Sara did not do drugs." "I was just with her earlier tonight." "She was straight as a judge." "She didn't snort it or shoot it, Mr. Crockett." "She swallowed it." "We found a ruptured balloon in the upper Gl tract." "Four more balloons were found intact." "Sara." "I know you don't want to hear this... but I'm afraid we're going to have to notify the proper authorities." "You already have." "Her own fault, man." "She made her own choices." "Don't go blaming yourself." "I'm not." "I just can't figure out why the hell she did it." "Looks like she has some friends, though." "Yeah." "Sara?" "Sara, wake up." "Come on, Sara." "Sara?" "Come on, Sara, wake up." "Sara." "Sara's not home right now, pal." "Can I help you?" "She was going to buy my BMW, but she's not here." "That's going to be kind of hard to prove, isn't it?" "I got the registration... and the bill of sale, right here." "I should have sold it for six but I only got five." "Get out of here." "Go on, beat it." "For a car." "She did it for a car." "$238." "Not very much for a rainy day." "Turn the page, Rico." "You missed the last deposit." "$5,000." "Day before yesterday." "Miami to Bogotá, Bogotá to Paris, Paris to Miami." "She's been flying that route for two years." "And she doesn't like the powder?" "They found 23 grams of coke inside her." "Figure 5 or 6 killed her." "She had a total of an ounce in there." "Nobody pays $5,000 for an "O-Z."" "She must be carrying a sample." "It's the only thing that makes any sense." "You got any idea... who Sara might've been bringing in a sample for?" "Yeah, sure, man." "When I picked her up at the airport... she told me she had swallowed a bunch of cocaine... and was delivering it to Joe Blow in the Grove." "I thought I'd surprise her." "Meet the plane early." "Man, she was a lot of fun." "We always had good time together." "Lab guy says that..." "Sara's sample is some of the purest dope he's ever seen." "He said he'd like to meet the genius that made it." "Yeah, well, I'd like to meet the joker that's buying it." "Big money for a sample." "It's going to be a big buy." "Pickup time." "Hello." "How you doing?" "Nice car." "You looking for someone?" "Who are you?" "I'm just a friend." "Maybe I got the wrong house." "Hey, are you looking for someone, man?" "No, I definitely got the wrong house." "Now, then." "Okay, pal, let's start again." "Who are you?" "Who are you guys?" "Where's Sara?" "What's your name, chump?" "Tim Davis, Sara's brother." "Listen..." "Sara died last night." "Where's the body?" "Hey, man." "You knew she was carrying it!" "You knew it all the time!" "You're going to jail, so don't jive me!" "Look, she wanted to do it!" "She knew the risks." "I was helping her out." "She wanted to buy this car." "$5,000, that's it." "Who are you connected with?" "Who are you connected with?" "As a criminal, you are a complete bust-out." "You're a mess." "You've already implicated yourself and given us half." "And you aren't smart enough to cut yourself a deal and give us the rest." "Do you know what?" "You need to go to jail for stupidity." "Lock him up, Rico." "I don't feel like cutting deals today." "Look." "Charlie Glide, I think." "I think." "All right." "Charlie Glide was in the middle." "Bingo." "Check it out." "Mr. Glide, I presume?" "The very one." "The man's never even gotten a jaywalking ticket." "What's his secret?" "He stays very far away from the big, bad, white thing." "Until now." "Okay, dude." "All right." "I'll catch you later." "All right." "You owe me one, man." "For what?" "Car fare." "I'm not going to walk." "Put it on my tab." "I promised myself when the Dow broke 1400 I'd buy myself a present." "Makes sense to me." "What makes this sculpture so fantastic, Max?" "I like its shape." "It's got a real nice shape." "The artist is French and he's real sick." "I think it's pretty." "I think it's you, Glide." "Sonny Burnett." "I didn't even invite you and here you are." "I didn't come here for a social call, art lover." "Would you excuse us for a moment, please?" "Sure." "Thanks." "Sonny Burnett, Max Rogo." "Rogo's my assistant." "Could you get lost for a while, Max?" "Sharp, Glide." "Real sharp." "That's right." "Real sharp." "Thank you." "It's a sweet deal, really." "10 keys of nose whiskey, 90 proof." "Ready to pour." "If it's so sweet, Burnett why do you need me?" "I don't know how to march this powder out." "I'm used to being the Pony Express." "And I got this heavy-duty aversion to non-prescription drugs." "Remember?" "I got conflicting reports about that." "That's wives' tales." "That's by Chaucer." "How do you know?" "Contraband running hot, maybe." "Miami Vice thinks they pulled 100 keys of premium blow... off a Spanish tuna boat last week." "Fact is... they're 10 keys short." "Don't ask." "And I was thinking maybe you could recommend an investor." "I dabble in venture capital from time to time." "There is a very, very big deal brewing, Sonny." "Now, I hadn't thought of it before, but I could use a guy like you." "I'm going to be awfully preoccupied until I get this stuff moving." "I don't know about starting anything new." "Well, all I'm saying is it's hard to get good help these days." "Very, very hard." "You want me to pretend some of this is missing?" "No, Weber, my man, we want you to pretend that... you only received part of it." "The paperwork's in already." "Nobody will believe me." "Look, just say you made a mistake." "We only need you to lose, maybe... 100 pounds of this for a couple of days." "Hell, if you really have to." "Two working days, guys." "That's all I'm giving you." "What you thinking?" "Trump card." "Are you nuts?" "You ever heard of traveler's checks?" "I am told that you can help me invest this for a profit." "Well... money market will yield you about 10%, municipal bonds" "Max, come on, let's not talk around the point." "You know exactly what I'm speaking about." "You say a Mr. Soles... has sent you to me?" "Johnny Soles." "My good friend from Kingston." "Johnny Soles." "He said that you are an associate of Mr. Charles Glide." "No, I'm not buying it, my company is." "That way I can take an ITC on the car and the vanity plates." "Wonder why they call them that?" ""C," period, Glide..." "G-L-I-D-E." "Ten and a quarter?" "I thought I told you to buy it at 10." "I tried." "The computer was down." "You're blaming it on a computer error, Max?" "Look, I'll call you back." "Max, do you think you have the talent to find the paperwork... on the Lakeland Mall acquisition?" "Charlie Glide." "No, the Sugarman deal is set." "There may not be another one." "I think I'm getting tired of this business already." "Yeah." "Max, will you get that, please?" "No!" "I'll call you back." "I'm not your gopher, Charlie." "No, you're not." "Timmy is." "But he screwed up." "What are we going to do about Timmy?" "We?" "Charlie Glide." "No." "I just want a call on Greyhound, yeah." "You're the executive assistant, Max." "Show some initiative." "How about beet sugar?" "That's Denver OTC." "No, the Sugarman deal is set." "We had a little mix-up with the samples, but it all worked out okay." "Let's talk about what matters, Max." "I got information for Charlie." "Useful information." "Expensive information." "Charlie's resting, Tim-boy." "He's had a hard day." "The only information he's interested in... is information that comes from me." "No, I'm not dealing with the errand boy anymore." "Then leave." "You are the errand boy, or..." "Wele." "You get me in to see him!" "Look, okay." "I'll cut you in on my piece of this." "Well, a piece of nothing isn't worth very much." "Maybe you ought to let Charlie decide that." "Timmy." "I'll decide." "I thought you guys might know something about this Timmy Davis." "Looked like a real player." "It was an execution." "Charlie Glide." "Say what?" "He might not have pulled the trigger, but he's sure as hell guilty." "Charlie Glide." "You're a lot of help, Crockett." "We've never been able to touch Glide." "Right." "Johnny Soles." "When Johnny Soles talks, I listen." "Cooper's got $500,000." "Don't tell me it's in cash." "Maybe more." "That's very weird." "It's in a suitcase?" "South Florida." "Yeah." "It's the cash capital of the free world." "I can dig it." "So, what do you want to do?" "I mean, can you trust a recommendation from Johnny Soles?" "Sure." "Problem is, no one trusts a guy who's crazy enough... to carry $500,000 in a suitcase." "Then I forget the whole thing... and I tell him to go invest the dough in reggae records." "Noon yesterday, some two-bit rabbit named Burnett shows up... and says he's brokering 10 keys of flake for a friend." "Can I find the financing?" "Of course I can." "'Cause the very next day... some possibly Jamaican embezzler shows up with a satchel full of finance." "And Timmy Davis' sample is in the hands of the authorities." "You think we're being set up?" "I checked a source in Miami Police." "The dope is, sure enough, misplaced." "Call Johnny Soles in Jamaica." "I bet he gives Cooper a rave review." "You think it's all legit?" "I think it's the cops trying to put the slide on Charlie Glide." "It's obvious entrapment." "I thought you knew Burnett." "So did I." "We got too much riding on the Lydia Sugarman deal." "I'm going to get somebody to replace Timmy." "What the hell, let's stick with Burnett." "Yeah." "I thought you said he was a cop." "Sure, he is." "That's what's going to make this a real kick." "Go ahead." "Guy doesn't want to be carrying around all that cash." "It'll be in a safe deposit box." "He'll give you the key when you produce the bad thing." "It's like an eye for an eye, a key for a key." "You guarantee?" "I do my best." "I'll set up a meeting for tomorrow night." "Thirty a kilo." "Got to have 35, my friend." "These new Coast Guard blockades... are driving the prices right through the ceiling." "I can talk him into 32." "Thirty-three." "That's every cent he's got." "Forty-three." "I thought you said it would be 35." "I said I'd try 35." "I did." "It went over like the Titanic." "Look, at 43, it's practically a steal." "I mean, the stuff is untrampled." "Forty-three." "I just have enough." "Fortunately." "Yeah." "You wanted to see me, Mr. Glide?" "Yes." "That's for my corporate account." "Should be $100,000 there." "You can keep the case." "I take it the business is holding its own." "Yeah, I'm rocking." "Hey, thanks." "Sonny, this is Mr. Cooper." "Cooper, Sonny Burnett." "Cool running." "Good luck, guys." "You know, Mr. Glide..." "I wouldn't feel so nervous if you would come with me, man." "Don't make me laugh, man." "I stay away from the bad thing." "But I tell you what." "Call my office in the morning." "Maybe I'll buy a couple of tickets to the Policeman's Ball." "What are you talking about?" "Come on." "Show's over." "Sonny, you got to be Miami Vice, local." "Cooper, it's entrapment, okay." "Be sure and put that in your reports." "Ciao, fellows." "By the way... that money you skimmed from the payment... it's counterfeit." "I just thought you'd like to know." "I hope you didn't try to pass any of that money to the bank." "It'd be pretty embarrassing trying to explain where you got it from." "It's federal, isn't it?" "Yeah, it is federal." "Feds." "It'll never stick." "You never know." "You could call a judge and find out." "As the man on daytime TV says:" ""Let's make a deal."" "Let's." "The man never sweats." "What's his offer?" "He's in the middle." "Between a right-wing Peruvian with a heavy load of pure, and a rich local player." "He won't get more specific until we guarantee him a total walk." "The man's heart is a cash register." "We're gonna have to work with Glide." "Either of you two have any problems with that?" "I'm a little thirsty, Sonny." "Don't push it." "Lydia Sugarman." "Riddles won't cut it, Glide." "All right, hang up." "Hang up." "It's Sugarman Electronics." "It's a $200-million company... founded by Dr. Don Sugarman in 1954." "Started with nothing." "Hey, lose the financial statement, Chuck." "Okay." "Sugarman died last year." "He was 86 years old." "Which leaves us with Lydia, his grief-stricken widow." "Once again, so what?" "So, she's 28 years old... and life without her husband is meaningless... unless she acquires control of Sugarman Electronics." "She's attempting a leveraged buyout." "The fossils on the board of "D's" ain't happy." "So, Lydia needs capital in a hurry." "And what a better commodity market to get capital in a hurry, right?" "He left her $15 mill." "All she wants to do is triple it." "Fast." "One deal." "Blonde ambition." "What's your end?" "I'm a simple man with simple needs." "I like simple numbers." "A million off the top." "Any chance you guys would let me keep it?" "Sara was a friend of mine." "If it was up to me, pal-- Yeah, but it's not up to you, Crockett." "You got to do your job." "You got to deal with me." "Not a good week for the Davis family, I hear." "Hey!" "Hey, Crockett, be cool, man." "We're your new runners, Glide." "Cooper and Burnett." "You guys are aces." "Welcome aboard." "Champagne!" "Can we get to business?" "First, we eat." "I'll have a Long Island Iced Tea, please." "And for the gentlemen?" "Nothing, thank you." "Water's sufficient." "More breadsticks." "You know, Lydia, it was your idea to come here." "I wanted to see how my money is being spent." "Mr. Burnett, you look like you know your way about this business." "Oh, yeah." "It's loads of fun once you get used to it." "That's too bad." "I don't plan on becoming used to it." "I didn't plan on being here at all." "I was supposed to receive a sample." "All right, let's talk delivery." "Now, Lydia, my friends here...." "I hope your plans for the delivery turn out better... than the delivery of the sample." "They will." "My mule got sick, that's all." "Your finances are in order, Lydia?" "He actually thinks I might not have the cash." "But you do, right?" "Richard." "How many times have I told you, when they're this beautiful... they don't have to lie." "You're a funny guy." "Listen, I think I'm losing my appetite here." "This is what I think." "We meet tomorrow at Henderson's Boat House at 1:00 a.m." "Lydia, you bring the money." "Burnett and Cooper will bring the merchandise." "Zabado's guys are preparing a boat for you, right now." "You can pick it up tomorrow." "It's a lower-profile vessel than your own." "So that's that." "Shall we dance, Richard?" "Well, when a woman is as beautiful as you are... a man can't say no." "I have work to do." "What have we got on Zabado?" "Peruvian, radical right winger." "This guy fled coca land one step ahead of a military court martial... for the torturing of suspected guerilla sympathizers." "Where'd he get the marching powder?" "Get this, he's got a cousin that went to Cal Tech... he returns home as this legendary jungle chemist." "Yeah, he tried to get a patent on his secret recipe for refining coke." "But he didn't." "What's your call?" "Looks really good." "The lady's loaded and ready to rock and roll." "And the Peruvian, he's anxious to embrace... the good life in America." "What about Glide?" "Hell, we can't trust him." "We knew that from the beginning." "Sonny?" "I want full surveillance on the meeting on the boat." "Switek, Zito, you're on the river." "I'll get uniformed backup." "SRT." "I don't want any surprises." "Remember who you're working against." "But how do they know that no one's going to show up... accidentally or something?" "They've probably checked it out." "I mean, is there a book, Best Places to Make Drug Deals, or what?" "I mean, they always know, and they're never the same place." "It's their job, Lar." "That's why they're called professionals." "Hello." "Mrs. Sugarman... it's Max Rogo, I'm calling for Charlie Glide." "What does Charlie Glide want now, Mr. Rogo?" "Well, there's been a change of plans, Mrs. Sugarman." "You see, Charlie made Burnett and Cooper for cops." "He thinks Zabado may have rolled over on us." "But Charlie's got it all under control, ma'am." "No need to worry." "New time, new place." "He is going to need you to make one minor sacrifice, though." "Which is?" "It's all packed in under there." "Ten duffle bags." "All right, cast the lines." "Don't forget to take my boat to the marina." "Or you'll have a problem you can't handle, pal." "Hermando has been with me since the coup aborted." "Some sacrifices are inevitable." "We better start loading the dope into Burnett's boat." "It'll be light soon." "Say hello to Mr. Cash." "Somebody forgot to open the door." "Never mind." "Contact bomb?" "Time delay." "The door goes up, set." "Door goes down, adios." "Did we do that?" "They didn't." "Neither did he." "Setup!" "Come on." "Hey, you guys." "Hey, this suit is raw silk." "Where's the real deal going down, man?" "You weren't there?" "Yeah, we were there, pal, for a very big and loud party." "Yeah, right." "Okay, now, listen, it was Zabado." "He made you for cops... he thought you were working with the bimbo." "I can't swim!" "All right, listen, come on, guys." "There's no other meet, right." "The dough and the dope are history." "You were there, you saw it!" "Yeah, we were almost part of it man!" "So that's how it was supposed to go down?" "The powder and the money blows up in one big fireball... with two dumb cops?" "That's it, huh?" "No!" "No, it was...." "You know what you're going to do, pal." "You're going to be our case against Glide." "You know why?" "'Cause jail's no fun, pal." "Maybe..." "I overheard Glide setting up something... down at the boatyard by the river." "Come on." "Hey, you." "Come on, we need your boat." "Get out of there, we're the police." "We need it." "Come on, let's go, we're cops." "Come here, sweetie." "All right, that's it." "All right, let's go." "Untie it back there, Tubbs." "My commission, Lydia." "I'll take it in cash, as well." "Lydia, it was Zabado." "Somehow, you keep squirming out of things, Charlie." "Lydia, for all the cops know, the cocaine and the cash... went up in the explosion with the two cops." "We're home free." "All they got is splinters and guesses." "How come everyone else always pays for you?" "How come you never pay?" "Why is that?" "Lydia, listen to me, please." "Everybody freeze!" "Miami Vice!" "There was two above, not three." "Boy, was I glad to see you guys." "You set us up." "Did not." "I was helping you." "You set us up, you set Sara up, her brother, and those guys at the meet." "Hey, Sonny, they switched the meet on me." "The Indian made you for a cop, so he ordered a hit." "I didn't know about it until it was too late." "You set yourself up, man." "That's your job, isn't it?" "Crockett." "You better not get a, jaywalking ticket, pal, cause you're mine." "For what?" "I helped you out, Crockett." "You got the drugs, the money, the players, everything." "I did what you asked, man." "We had a deal." "Didn't we?" "Is this your gun?" "Sure is." "I've got a permit for it." "Same kind of gun that killed Tim Davis." "I didn't do it." "Doesn't matter, Charlie, it's your destiny." "You're crazy." "I'm innocent." "It's karma, Charlie." "Be happy you finally get to pay." "Book him, Murder One." "What?" "I didn't do it!" "Yeah?" "You look real good for it, Charlie." "Real good." "I think he did it, and I think you're going to jail." "This is injustice." "You guys are changing the rules, man." "You're changing the rules."