The first 200 lines.
What do you wanna do, man? Let's go down to 40.
No, I don't feel like goin' there, man.
No, let's go to...
Hey.
Yo, brother!
Hey!
Got a couple of 203 I can hold, my man?
Toss in some plastic too.
For the wash and wax.
Beat it, punks.
Dude thinks he be Michael Jackson.
I'm gonna cut you good, sucker.
Can't it wait? I'm a little busy right now.
Absolutely, man.
Nice talking to you, boss.
Come on!
5,000 street corners in Greater Miami and Gumby here's gotta pick ours.
- You think he's gonna show? - He'd better.
I was up till five trading shots of tequila with him just to close the deal.
It'll be worth it if he leads us to this Colombian.
So, anyway, you lost your temper, right?
Did the hot-blooded Latin machismo number and stomped out?
Yeah, yeah, something like that.
She's due in five months, Sonny. I don't want her working in some greasy spoon.
Maria knows how tough it is to raise a family on a cop's pay.
A baby carriage will put you back a week's take-home.
No wife of mine should have to work for a living.
That's dumb, right?
Hey, shortstop, you wanna crank down the decibels a notch?
- You got a dime? I wanna call her. - Now you're talkin'.
Tell her I appreciate the effort, maybe take her out tonight for a little romance.
There's my man!
Showtime, Eddie. Corky's here. You can call her later.
Where did I fly in from this time?
Malibu! Too much, my man!
I mean the whole geocultural concept of it all, man.
I mean, farmers, man, farmers in Bogoté. Bogoté to Miami to LA.
I mean, all that money, man!
Sometimes I feel guilty, man.
You should send some money there.
You should sponsor a child or a farmer, man.
I did.
Corky, you forget where the ocean is? My boat's in the Atlantic.
We don't need your boat, dude. Different stash and it's already in.
That ain't the plan, remember?
Eddie flashes the cash and we take my boat to the Colombian stash.
What Colombian? Forget him, I got a whole new supplier.
Free enterprise, dude, is the basis of Western democracy.
OK, boy scout, you change the game plan I'll change the rules.
It's now 32 grand a key, not 40.
Half the bread now, the rest contingent upon a purity test at my place
and you pick up Eddie here's expenses - hotel and air fare, got it?
I got profit margins to consider here and that's a rip-off.
Free enterprise, dude! Take it or leave it.
92% lab-tested pure Peruvian flake, Eddie.
None of that baby-taxed rat poo they push you on the coast.
Root canal quality.
I left the scales. Do you mind?
Check it out, Eddie. 12 grand cash.
I was gonna spring 18 for the Presidential but it just screams "dealer".
You know what I mean? We are gonna make it happen, my man!
- We'll do it. - In Miami!
And don't worry, I'm gonna get you some new clothes.
Eddie!
No!
Lieutenant!
Yeah, Lieutenant, it's C-4 plastics.
Bomb squad said it's C-4 plastics.
Rigged up to the trunk lock.
Six keys of cocaine went up with the Chev, boss.
Those mutts'|| be up for the next three weeks.
Watching late-night TV and jack up their phone bill.
You guys have got a sick sense of humour.
Where's Crockett?
In the patrol car. He's pretty shaken up about Eddie.
Four days ago we got a line on that Corky Fowler kid that bought it back there.
Works for the Colombian.
I was the middleman.
Told him I had a big buyer in from LA.
Eddie.
They'd already gotten word that I was a legit runner with a fast boat.
After Eddie flashed the cash me and Corky were supposed to make the pickup
eight miles off Bal Harbor.
Long way from Bal Harbor.
Corky was gonna cut the Colombian out.
He was going into business for himself, he said.
So this "ghost" you've been chasing for two months,
this Colombian drug king, what makes you so sure he was behind this?
For God's sake, Corky was on his payroll, then decided to go it alone.
Who else could it be?
Haven't changed from your football days, have you?
- Listen, Lou... - No, you listen!
I haven't heard word one from you for a whole stinkin' week!
No case reviews, no updates, no progress reports and no backups!
Last time I requested a backup I nearly got shot
by Bluto and Lee Harvey Oswald over there!
As for progress reports, I'd rather buy radio time.
Are you implying that I've got a bad cop in my department?
Every time I've gotten within 20 blocks of this Colombian
I've had the pavement pulled out from under me.
By the book - by the book, Sonny, from here on!
Or I'm pulling you off the street.
Sonny!
We're police officers.
I'm sorry.
Hi.
Heard about Eddie. I'm really sorry, Sonny.
You free for a drink later?
I wish I could, Sonny, but I can't, I'm working.
I'll see you around. There's something I gotta do.
Necesito unos frijoles negros, arroz con polio y una canasta de pan, por favor.
Here, this is for you.
What is this, Maria, the diet plate? Come on.
Rudolfo is what you call a light eater, as soon as it gets light he starts eating.
Hi, Sonny. gQué pasa?
Oh, God...
Just tell me he's OK. Please.
Tell me he's OK. Please, tell me he's OK.
Sorry. I'm sorry, Maria.
It happened about an hour ago.
Eddie got killed.
No!
Ne. No puede sew. No puede sew.
No puede sew.
'Ground transportation to Miami, Miami Beach,
'Coral Gables, Coconut Grove,
'departs from the main concourse level.'
Oh, wait, kids, no ice cream on the piano.
About bedtime, huh? We're gonna help you and then go.
- No, it's all right. - No, just a little.
- Something musta came up, you know? - Yeah, sure.
You know how it is. Comes with the territory.
Oh, I know the territory.
Nice of you to make it, Sonny.
Hi, Dad!
Hi, son! How's my boy?
Why were you so late?
I'm sorry, son, I didn't mean to be.
But look what I found for you on the front lawn.
- Can I open it? - Right now.
Hey, man, what's with you? You're half in the bag, for God's sakes.
Eddie Rivera got killed today.
Wow, a police car! Gee, thanks, Dad!
- Awesome! - You're the best, Dad.
How's Billy taking all this?
He's six years old, how do you expect him to take it?
Caroline, do you suppose if I'd been in some other line of work
- things would've been different? - Doing what?
Dealing real estate?
Selling Porsches for my brother downtown?
I've been taking an informal survey of my unit this week, marriage-wise.
Seems out of 16 vice cops we're barely batting .250.
It's not the job.
Oh, sure, it's got a lot to do with it.
Seeing you shot that time, and your drinking.
- I've been thinking... - Actually...
In a lot of ways you and your vice cop buddies
were just the flip side of the same coin
from these dealers you're always masquerading with.
You're all players, Sonny.
You get high on the action.
I'm just gonna check in on my boy...
and then I'd better be goin'.
You're welcome to spend the night.
I'll make up the couch.
Sonny?
Sonny?
- Yeah. - Yeah, you too. Catch you later.
Hey, man, look out.
Feed your face later, Leon, we're gonna do a lap around the block.
Maybe some other time, I'm hungry.
Why put off what you can do today? Drive.
You must be crazy, you get in my car and slap barbecue all over my upholstery.
Oh. Man, I've killed people for less.
Spare me the tough talk, Leon.
You and the Colombian already made your quota for the month.
Car bomb, late yesterday, 59th Street underpass?
People here get blown away all the time trying to go into business for themselves.
You also blew away my end of a $200,000 deal, man.
Tell the Colombian I wanna meet with him about my commission.
Hey, damn it, I've seen the man put together $20 million deals, Burnett,
and I'm not just talking once, either.
There's no way the man is gonna meet with you
unless you up your status a bit.
Hah.
Tell you what I'm gonna do, Burnett.
I got a new shipment coming in tonight.
Our original deal is still open if you're interested.
That's ten grand for you and your speedboat. One hour.
Pickup and delivery.
Look, man, I'm real sorry about your client but that bomb was only meant for Corky.
Then again, there's always buyers.
- Hey, Lou. - Hey, Lieutenant.
- Scotch. - You got it, my man.
What do you got for me?
Jamaican. The one dancing round on the floor over there.
He's been here three nights in a row tr yin' to score.
- Hey, twinkle-toes. - Yeah, man?
- We gotta talk. - Cool.
Keep up the good work, princess.
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