Miami Vice

From Easter Sunday, 1916,

To the hunger strikers in the Maze Prison in 1981,

and even to today,

the history of Northern Ireland is a tale of tears and heartbreak.

Generation after generation of Catholics...

have been used as little more than beasts of burden by their Protestant masters.

And ladies and gentlemen, the world has averted its eyes.

Your newspapers, your politicians...

they all cry out against the apartheid system in South Africa,

the Russian invasion of Afghanistan.

But I want to tell you good people something.

The most blatant example of colonialism in the world today...

is the heel of the British government on the

throats of the Catholic people of Northern Ireland.

Our finest... and our best...

young men, young women...

are being cut down in their prime by bullets...

the bullets of an occupying army.

Major weapon deal, my butt.

We'll be lucky to get a bingo bust outta this.

I'm gonna rip Izzy's head off. Yeah??

Well, get our Ben Franklin back before you do.

Father Gaffney, thank you for allowing me to speak tonight.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for coming,

uh, for showing your concern.

Please give generously. I know you will.

Have a safe journey home. God bless.

Mr. Carroon.

Mmm. Father. Sean, please. Sean.

You know, we've heard all the rumors. Oh, I know. I know, Father.

But this money won't buy blankets but bullets.

It's happened, Father. I can't deny that.

But those days are over... for me and for many, many others.

There's been too much blood, too many widows.

The shooting hasn't stopped.

It will, and it must.

Fighting the British army in the streets with violence is hopeless.

Guns and rifles against tanks and machine guns.

I expected something different.

What? A wild man with a shillelagh screaming "Death to the Queen!" Or something?

Yeah. Something like that.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Come on now. Come on.

Who needs a pen?

You show me your check. I'll match it dollar for dollar.

Hey, it might be warm here,

but those kids in Belfast need winter coats.

This is God's house.

Sean Carroon! You know why I'm here.

Drop the gun! Now!

He's just a kid.

Tell me about the shooter.

Well, there's no 1.D., no labels...

and no serial numbers on the Uzi.

We sent his prints to Interpol in both Irelands.

- You were there for weapons. - I don't think anybody else was.

I checked with Father Gaffney. Everyone was from the parish.

Izzy gave us a whole song and dance on heavy-duty military stuff.

Don't tell me you listened to Izzy?

Yeah. And I'm gonna turn that little squirrel's glasses...

into little teeny contact lenses.

Just doesn't make any sense.

Carroon was real adamant. He said the violence hasn't worked.

Maybe he knows something he shouldn't.

Like what?

Well, if Carroon knew about future Provo operations and he's turned peaceful,

they'd wanna make sure that he doesn't talk, wouldn't they?

Where's Carroon staying?

A guy named Bunny Berrigan's house...

big bucks, professional Irishman.

Talk to both of them. I don't want an I.R.A. vendetta here.

We've got a shooter, and we've got a gun too.

Assume that they're connected unless you can prove otherwise.

You're on the beach.

I can work from my desk.

Not until I get the report back from the shooting team.

Go home.

- What's wrong? - Castillo's sending me home.

Need backup?

- Bad joke. - Gina.

They're transferring a call from Metro.

Calabrese.

No, I know where it is.

No, I can meet you there.

Yeah, 1:00's fine. Bye.

Sean Carroon.

He wants to thank me for saving his life.

Nice lookin'?

Maybe he's got a friend.

Yeah. Sean was staying here, but he moved out this morning.

He felt that his presence here might represent a...

a threat to me or my family.

I tried to tell him that was ridiculous,

but I guess he had his mind made up.

Do you have any idea why they'd want to kill him?

I know why.

When Sean turned his back on violence,

the Provos gave him a death sentence.

You know where Mr. Carroon is now?

Yeah.

I got him a suite at the beach.

Come on. Let's go. This way. Come on. Let's go.

Captain Call, this way. Eh, Gus?

Let's go. Gene, no. Let's go, eh? Not in the store.

You have no money. No shoplifting. Come on.

Let's go. Come on. Down this way. Ha!

This way. Come on. Come on, Captain Call.

Come on. Let's go. Let's go. Come on.

Crockett, Tubbs! ¢Qué tal? En?

So tell me, Iz, are you into animal husbandry these days, or what?

What, is that some kind of sexual referral, huh? Because these are all males.

Estos perros son muy machos.

It's, uh, Gus there and Captain Call, uh...

They're from my uncle's racing kennel.

Ferraris... four-legged ones.

A small misunderstanding at the track...

necessitates me temporarily boarding...

these "magneeficent esamples” of, uh, genetic domineering.

So tell me something. Who's gonna look after...

these "magneeficent esamples” of genetic domineering when you're at the honor ranch?

No, no, no, no. This is all legal, man.

All these dogs got licenses.

You got a license to sell false information to Switek and Zito?

They'd like their C-note back.

What's the problem, huh?

Read the papers. Guns showed up.

Guns shooting, man. Not guns running. Guns shooting.

Hey, I gotta tell you, man. I was just as surprised as you were, you know?

- Because usually this is an impeccable source. - Whose name is?

I ain't sure "jou" realize...

And I ain't sure "jou" realize that if you don't cough it up, you're goin' in, bucko.

As I was saying, I ain't sure you realize...

that Max Klizer, as an old acquaintance,

would very much like to have relation with his old pal, Sonny "Burnét."

Max Klizer the gun dealer?

If he's involved, we're talkin' more than popguns.

You'd better see Switek and Zito, butch.

Butch?

You've got three sisters, two brothers?

Pretty big, isn't it?

I guess it never felt that big because all my aunts and uncles had more kids.

They weren't Catholic, I suppose? Hmm.

I thought all teachers were nuns until I was 12.

What about you? Brothers and sisters?

I've got three sisters.

I had two brothers. One was killed by the British.

The other one died in the Maze hunger strike back in '81.

Sorry. So am I.

I thought last night was my turn. Madam.

You didn't seem afraid.

Afraid?

Well, when it's time, it's time. I mean, don't get me wrong.

I'm glad it wasn't.

What... What you did last night, I can't repay that. You know that.

I was just doing my job.

I only wish there had been a better way to handle it.

You don't look like the coppers I'm used to. That's for sure.

How did you end up with a badge?

I just wanted to do something where I could help people.

I never thought I'd be killing kids.

Hey, come on. If you hadn't, I wouldn't be here.

But, I mean, what do you do? What do you do exactly?

Same thing all cops do.

- What? - Oh, a lot of routine. A lot of paperwork.

You're here to keep me under surveillance, I suppose. Eh?

No. I'm here 'cause I wanna be.

Cheers.

Think I'd better go.

Oh, Gina.

Please stay.

I don't want to be alone.

I got a meeting with Klizer tonight.

If Carroon knew about a major arms deal between the Provos and Klizer,

it'd be a good reason to keep his mouth shut, wouldn't it?

Yeah, nonviolence has its own reward.

Yes?

I've been expecting him. Send him in.

Man by the name of Richard Cross is coming in right now.

Ex-S.A.S. commando.

He's now in charge of counter-terrorism for Scotland Yard.

He wouldn't be here unless it was important.

We are fighting a three-headed monster.

One: Sinn Féin, the political wing of the I.R.A...

a bunch of lying hypocrites posing as statesmen.

Two: The LLR.A. itself... criminals posing as an army...

by giving themselves a military structure.

Three: The Provisional wing... the Provos.

Scum. Out-and-out terrorists who set off car bombs at department stores.

Seems to me there's some people in Northern Ireland...

who might say there's another way of looking at the problems there.

Not through my eyes, there isn't.

- And the dead shooter was one of those Provos? - Danny Finnian.

I thought these Provos were tough guys. Finnian was just a kid.

A kid who'd murdered three British soldiers before he was 15.

What's the scoop on this guy Carroon?

They wanna kill him because he's suddenly turned rational.

I listened to the tapes.

The guy sounds like the Mahatma Gandhi of Ireland.

Our sources indicate that Carroon is in Miami...

to do something that even the Provos want nothing to do with.

He called Gina yesterday. She was going to meet him.