Miami Vice

How'd you get into this, Drummond?

I got recruited out of law school, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed.

You know, life of adventure, exciting folks, exotic locales...

Been exotic?

Huh! Only exotic I've seen is the bugs in my intestinal tract.

Gives a new meaning to the term "liquefied assets."

Slow down, Henry. I'd like to have all my limbs get there at the same time.

Can't slow down, can't get out.

I'm just a wheel in a big machine called the DEA.

Feed it some money and it makes a lot of noise.

You don't know these people like I do.

It's your party. They won't hold this guy for one hour?

Welcome to the Third World.

Put your hands up.

Hey, man, we're on your side.

Put your damn hands up!

I came down here to get...

the Revillas' flight schedules, not my last rites.

Crockett, Tubbs, whatever you do, keep your hands up.

Keep your hands up, whatever you do.

Now, those folks over there don't look so dangerous. Nice Rolls.

No. But they're a hell of a lot easier target than the big boys.

Wonder if they know they're the grassroots...

of a $200 billion industry.

Wonder if they care.

Okay, guys, listen carefully. The guy inside is part of the Revillas network.

He says the Revillas are using a Panamanian cargo plane, La Halphen.

Flying underneath radar...

landing in the swamp before dawn tomorrow morning.

Yeah, but where in the swamp?

They don't seem to know where.

Maybe he ain't telling them everything.

Believe me, he ain't holding anything back.

Oh, God.

Please.

Tell me.

Man, what's the matter with you guys? You guys crazy, man?

You're going to get us killed. It's their world.

It's a code.

Come on, man. It's a code.

Come on, man, let's get out of here.

You guys are going to get us killed, man.

Get out of my face!

Okay.

And like I said, welcome to the Third World.

I don't know. Seems pretty thin.

It's a code for a location. The Cross of Jesus.

It could take weeks to track that down.

We don't have that much time.

We've got 10 hours to locate the position.

Couple of years ago, I rolled this bozo Colombian pilot.

Pencil-thin moustache, silk scarf.

Regular Smiling Jack.

He called his drop point Christ's Crossing.

Christ's Crossing.

Cross of Jesus.

Same place?

Maybe. Thin.

It's all we've got.

You want in on this?

It's our jurisdiction.

Four more hours. Then we pack it in.

Deadline was two hours ago.

If no one shows up by then, the Revillas probably got us made anyway.

Vietnam, Cambodia, Colombia...

Puerto Rico, Bahamas, Everglades.

Bet I've soaked up more swamp than Elvis.

Look on the bright side of things, man.

At least nobody's trying to make shoes out of you... yet.

We're on.

I only make... I only make out one brother.

Miguel.

Surrender yourselves. Put down your weapons.

You're all under arrest.

Cease fire!

What a mess.

Where's Henry get the budget to toss a party...

every time they make a bust?

Or doesn't the DEA have too many winners?

Nobody won, it's a cold war. And for what? It's just a job, man.

You telling me you'd rather be pushing papers in some white-collar cubicle?

The stuff just keeps rolling in.

We're just a toll booth on the highway.

You're singing the vice cop blues again.

What the hell is this?

Move this bus! No can do, compadre.

That winged ornament is private property, and any damage you inflict...

upon it is first-degree vandalism. You gotta move it!

Who said vaudeville was dead? What's bugging him?

Life as we know it. Maybe if you back up slowly.

So Gina's already here?

Yeah. You think these DEA folks know how to party?

Trudy, go get help.

Henry.

Gina.

Colombians.

Gina? Gina?

Sonny.

Easy.

I'm cold.

Oh, Sonny.

Hang on, darling. Hang on.

I've lost three agents since the bust in the swamp.

Same MO.

Ritual executions.

You're positive it's the Revillas?

Yeah. Guy you blew away was a cousin.

Shooter that got away was Miguel.

Probably wanted to whack Drummond personally...

for the operation in the swamp.

One big, happy family.

The Revillas still in the country?

New York City.

What are they doing in mid-market?

Why aren't they safe and secure in exporter heaven?

Because they're unique.

They don't just grow, process and export.

They ship, import, wholesale.

And they take profits every step from A to Z.

They grow the crop, take it to market. Simple.

Yeah.

Simple $200-million-a year, vertically-integrated monopoly.

Run by a couple of crazed Indians...

who don't even know what those words mean.

Who are a step removed from the Stone Age.

Gina's out of surgery.

Still listed critical, but it's too early to tell.

I need the Revillas cashed in before any more of my agents get killed.

They're fugitives now, capital crimes, and we can prove it.

Somebody's got to stir them up enough to flush them out and take them down.

Your people go on strike? The agents who were Killed...

Drummond and the two in New York, they were all under, under deep.

Your security's been violated. Yeah.

And we aren't sure how deep they got.

Figure someone threw half a mil at some junior clerk somewhere...

and tapped into our central files.

For all I know, the employment records and agents and...

photographs of every DEA agent in North and South America are in their hands.

Addresses, license numbers, family members, the works.

I got my East Coast people locked up in safe houses with their families...

watching daytime TV.

Your people don't appear in any of our files.

No way the Revillas can make them for cops.

A couple of well-supplied players from Miami...

would attract a lot of attention.

That's our credential to New York?

Newton Windsor Blade.

You might say he's the Sears and Roebuck of controlled substances.

I've been working him for about three years...

and I just haven't caught him and the dope in the same place.

If you can't bruise him, use him.

How the government expects...

anyone to lead a decent life...

and still keep paying taxes is beyond me.

That's because they expect you to make it legally.

Burnett.

That's so you can take deductions...

without having to worry about going to jail over an audit.

And here I was thinking...

Coast Guard was spanking you and took away your little toys.

They can't catch what they can't see, pal.

Newton Blade, Ricardo Cooper. Pleasure.

Not yet.

Go sharpen your pencils and take your spreadsheets with you.

Hi.

I'm Honey.

Sweet.

Newton, did you hear about the Revillas bust a couple of days ago?

Yeah, I vaguely recall something about the...

nasty little soiree in the Everglades.

Dreadful, the way those Colombians take their business so personally.

Did you also read in the papers about how the contraband didn't make it...

to the police property lockup?

Accidentally, unfortunately misplaced.

All 600 pounds of it, huh?

Not exactly something one can hide in one's glove compartment, now is it?

Looking for a distributor?

Stuff's hot in Miami, man. A sudden glut in the local market...

and the Miami-Dade regulars...

will be committing our profiles to memory.

Yeah, so we were aiming towards the Midwest or the Southwest.

Well, the only west I deal with is the west side of New York.

The man you want is Jimmy Borges.

What do you think?

New York? If it has to be, it has to be.

Miami may be paradise...

but we are now looking into the core of civilization.

Are you crazy? We're looking into gridlock, Rico.

About as much fun as watching paint dry.

The rats are government rats. The roaches are government roaches.

The whole city is a government construct...

designed to suck the humanness out of us.

Couple of cowboys up from Miami on a secret mission.

I'm very impressed.

Yeah, Gorden. Valerie Gorden. Detective.

We're here to do a job.

Rape season's in full swing.

Couple of crazy Colombian dealers whacking anyone who gets in their way.

I got home invaders picking the East Side clean.

Huh. Now I'm supposed to baby-sit a couple of Miami vice cops?