Miami Vice

Smell that?

You know what that is?

That's blood.

There's blood in the air.

Senor, my champana.

By the way, Oscar, have you taken a look at my report?

Very interesting reading, Father.

David says our sales off 15% last month.

El Gato's cutting deeper into our market.

What my genius son and my Ivy League lawyer

refuse to understand is that there's a time and a place for everything.

Now is the time for party,

not for business.

Your daddy is right, Miguel.

Come over here and give your mama a birthday kiss.

My mother is dead.

I am the luckiest man in the world.

I'm going to go and get some air.

Damn kid. It must be wonderful to be young and to know everything.

You wanna translate that, Mr. Carrera?

Miguel, he does not realize that we are at war.

Until El Gato makes a move, everything must wait, even business.

Well, the kid's not exactly your seasoned combat vet,

now is he, Mr. C?

Neither is that chump counselor, Sugarman.

They know nothing, even with all their fancy degrees.

Not like me and you, huh, Burnett?

To the school of...

Hard knocks.

Hard knocks!

Three victims at the party were all known mechanics.

Looks like a war is coming down.

This is Jose Manolo,

who was ready to make his move into the major leagues of drug dealing,

until he was assassinated.

We believe by the order of this man, Oscar Carrera,

patriarch of the Carrera cocaine empire.

The shooter in the Jose Manolo killing was a Cliff King.

Stone cold killer.

He's making moves, he's connected and has Carrera's ear.

Our intelligence tells us that the old man's real problem is his son, Miguel.

College graduate, very smart.

Word is he and the old man don't get along.

This is Ernesto Manolo, Jose Manolo's brother.

Ernesto goes by the name of El Gato.

He's ruthless, brutal, and he wants revenge for his brother's death.

DEA says that he's moving straight into the Carrera market.

I want everyone on the street. Lean on your people.

See how the battle grounds are shaping up.

That'll be all.

Lieutenant, what about him? What about Sonny?

We've lost sight of him.

Right after he stopped being a shooter for Manolo.

All we do know is that

he's wanted in connection for the murder of a cop,

a Detective James Yagovitch.

You call that guy that got whacked a cop?

He was so crooked I heard they had to screw him into the ground.

Yeah. He was in Manolo's pocket.

He was still a cop.

You know how I feel about Sonny,

but that doesn't change the situation.

I need a minute, Lieutenant.

Stan and I went to the restaurant where the hit went down

and talked to some of the help.

And?

Now, this is an eyewitness description

of the guy who took out three of El Gato's shooters.

Sandy blond hair, 160 pounds,

shot military style.

Does that sound familiar?

I need a man inside.

Nice groceries.

Roll over, Beethoven.

Don't plan a future in mind reading, Cliff.

They came at you at your own wife's birthday party.

They shot up the place,

waste three of your friends, and you say we wait?

Oscar, now, I normally don't condone violence,

but in this case, I think Miguel's got a point.

I got a point.

I will pick the time and the place. Next.

Matters of mobility.

Ah! Transportation.

Issue on the table is whether we update our ships and buy more planes.

Our current boats are too old and too slow,

and as they depreciate, it's just wasted capital.

It's time to invest in the future.

We need a new fleet of Scarabs.

That's right, at least 10 new boats.

And here are the specs on the DC-9s and the Gulf streams.

They're quick and reliable.

And with airstrips in the Bahamas and Turks and Caicos,

we can double our load, double our profits.

What do you say, Burnett?

We need the boats, no question.

And planes are quicker,

but there's a downside to consider.

First, there's the DEA's new radar balloons,

then there's pirating from our competition.

They're using Stinger missiles now.

The bastards blow the aircraft right out of the sky,

which is a loss of 30 million for the plane

and maybe 80 million for the load.

So, we will stay with the boats.

Planes are too costly.

We could start with three Scarabs, the newer models.

We need three times that amount to offset the losses we've already...

Stop it! You will stop!

Now, one day you will fill my shoes, but not today.

Do you want to do something for me?

Get me two new bodyguards.

Five years ago, anybody got in Papa's way,

he'd be turned into a stain, but now...

I hear what you're saying, Miguel.

You're only doing what you have to do.

Thinking of the business.

Yes.

If only he understood that like you do, Sonny.

This El Gato, he's gaining momentum, power.

The other night at the party, he raped us.

Miguel...

Never mind.

What?

Come on, Sonny, I trust you.

What is it?

If what you want

is to avenge Gato's little birthday surprise,

I've got some ideas.

Together, we can hurt this man.

When you're ready, you come talk to me.

Sonny, thanks.

Well, well, well.

Looks like the generation gap is alive and well, and living in the south of Florida.

I just hate to see those two go at it like that.

Yeah, I just bet you do.

Tell you, Burnett.

You and I ought to talk about going into business sometime.

Doubt it, Dogpatch.

With partners, there's always that ugly moment when you gotta say,

"One for me, one for you."

Not even if I could bring something serious to the dance?

Such as?

I'm pretty handy with these.

Yeah, I bet you are,

but the Carreras got plenty of muscle.

Besides, muscle is for people who can't negotiate.

Just keep in mind,

I come for the transportation.

Nothing moves without me.

That's interesting.

Homicide just called.

An army munitions train got hit tonight.

It was parked in the yards on a stopover to Fort Benning.

You said homicide?

Two soldiers were killed, young kids.

Inventory?

M-16s and worse, Stinger missiles.

El Gato?

Or Carrera.

Find out.

If what you want

is to avenge Gato's little birthday surprise,

I've got some ideas.

Together, we can hurt this man.

He was a friend.

A special friend.

Stupid bastard!

Careless fool!

The Carreras, they think they're clever.

They think that this will destroy me.

No!

Not me!

This makes me stronger!

This makes me want blood!

I swear on my brother Manolo's grave.

I will not rest until the entire Carrera family

rots in hell.

That stuff fries you,

like bacon.

It's no good for you.

I like things that aren't good for me.

That go for men, too?

I like your father.

Look how beautiful, no?

Get out of here. I want to talk to Miguel.

Get out of here.

Let her stay. She's part of the family.

Oh. You ordered a hit on Gato's shooter.

That's right.

What should I do, lie around like a dog?

Wait for them to kill us all?

Somebody had to do something. He's wiping out our business!

Then, attack his business.

Don't touch me, old man.

Don't ever touch me!

Come on, come on, college boy. Come on.

Come on, come on!

Friendly wagers, easy money.

Jeez, I can't believe the kid didn't have the stones to hit him.