?? [Rock]
?? [Man Singing]
?? [Continues]
The man himself.
Looking pretty flush. [Chuckling]
[Chattering]
?? [Continues]
[Twig Snaps]
- No! No! - This is quicker.
That's not what we're here for. We'll do it my way.
?? [Continues]
[Chattering]
Yeah. [Chuckles]
Where'd you learn to talk like that, high school?
I don't know. I'll find out when I get there.
[Sighs] Hey, pal, you got fire insurance?
Step over here and I'll show you my policy.
Hold on to this. This'll only take a minute.
Okay, wise guy. This is Rico Tubbs, my partner.
This is Jerry Pedroza, Metro Vice. What the hell are you doing here?
Workin' Rojas, Sonny. Workin' Rojas.
I moved a couple pounds to one of his bodyguards.
Now I'm trying to get an intro to the man himself.
[Chuckling]
You're a tad too late, my man.
Yeah, man. We're a negotiation away from selling this guy 20 keys...
and, uh, an extended vacation to a Club Fed.
Don't tell me I did six weeks of legwork for nothing.
Oh, no. We'll give you a call when we take Rojas down.
?? [Continues]
Oh, yeah. Yeah. We might even let you put the cuffs on him.
How do you know Pedroza?
I taught him the rules of procedure at the academy.
You taught rules? Yeah, man.
You gotta know the rules before— before you can break 'em.
Otherwise it's no fun. [Laughing]
They're heading for the bedroom.
Ask any of the girls around here.
I do some of my best business in the bedroom.
Yeah. I've been known to close a couple deals in there myself.
[Chuckling]
To a long association.
Put 'em up! On your knees!
Are you crazy?
My people are all around this place.
[Chattering]
You wanna see how crazy I am?
Now you open the safe.
- There's no money in the safe. - Open it.
[Hammer Cocks]
Yo, Burnett! Someone's lookin' for you, man.
I think they scratched your car.
[Silenced Gunshot]
- Come on! Let's go! - Not without the damn money.
Open the safe.
[Breathing Heavily] I can't.
[Man] Come onl
- Come on! - [Breathing Heavily]
[Silenced Gunshot]
Kill them.
[Silenced Gunshot]
[Police Radio, Indistinct]
Search warrant's on the way, right?
Right?
[Tubbs] Definitely not your typical drug war hit, Lieutenant.
Dark clothes, gas masks,
a rubber-coated grappling hook.
Smells more like Quantico than Colombia.
Who else might've known that Rojas was getting ready to make a buy?
The whole world. Here's a list of all the major players that were at the party.
Pedroza's angle? Pedroza was working his way up to Rojas.
- The shooters probably didn't even know he was a cop. - [Phone Rings]
Lieutenant, I'm transferring Switek on line two.
Thank you.
- Castillo. - Rojas has the buy money in his trunk, hidden in his spare.
From the looks of it, I'd say a couple of hundred grand. Got it. What else?
Pedroza's partner came by. He was pretty shaken up.
Said he's got a couple of leads to run down with Crockett and Tubbs in the morning. All right.
How'd you know it wasn't in the safe?
Show me a dealer who keeps cash in his safe,
and I'll show you one who pays his taxes. [Clicks Tongue]
They got me on freakin' desk duty. Can you believe it? Case I flip out or something.
Aw, it's just a formality, Ralph. You know that.
I was supposed to be at that party last night, but it was my anniversary.
I took my wife out, had a few drinks, danced a little.
1:00 a.m., the phone rang.
We heard you might have a lead on the hit.
Yeah. Roqui Flores. He's the snitch that put us onto Rojas.
All of a sudden, he's rolling in dough. Didn't come from this end.
Where can we find him? Coconut Palms Country Club.
He's parking cars.
Go easy on yourself, Ralph.
Hey, if you find anybody, I wanna be there.
You got it.
Yeah. Start the paperwork on a requisition...
for investigative funds for the Rojas killing.
400K.
Uh, yeah, and listen. Tell 'em I want it while I'm still young.
Thanks, Trudy.
So what's on your mind, partner?
Those guys that killed Pedroza and Rojas were after Rojas's cash.
Now, they saw us doin' business with him.
So I figure all we gotta do is convince 'em...
that Rojas paid us the cash that they're lookin' for.
So, if downtown takes too long to come up with the cash,
maybe this chump will lend it to us.
Ah. How long you gonna be?
Long as it takes. Okay.
Hey.
Look, I don't want any trouble, all right?
You already got some, Flores. We got a dead cop.
And guess whose name came up in the lottery.
The last tip you gave got two people killed. That makes you an accessory.
- You can't prove that. - [Chuckles]
We got a real rocket scientist here.
We don't gotta prove it, you knothead.
All we gotta do is tell Rojas's people that you were the one that gave 'em the hot tip.
Yeah.
You gotta believe me. They told me it was just gonna be a nice, clean rip-off.
- Who? - These two guys.
Guy named Zamora and Vasquez.
Victor Vasquez.
- From Gamma 37? - Could be.
The dude had me map out every room in the house, the grounds.
Like he was planning some kind of D-day, you know. Super careful.
That's why I figured nobody was gonna get hurt.
I swear, if I thought that anybody was gonna get hurt—
Come on. Save it.
See, I told you. You can't get to Vasquez's jacket.
And Zamora's only got minor-league political busts—
resisting with violence, unlawful assembly.
Anything on the list from the party? [Typing]
There's a lot of bad guys, but nobody had a beef with Rojas.
Stan? Not now. I'm trying hard.
Listen, I need a favor. Later, Sonny.
Listen, it's for the Pedroza case.
Remember that girl you used to date that worked over in theJustice Building in, uh, Personnel?
Roberta? Yeah, yeah. That's the one.
Why don't you go bowl a couple of frames with her tonight...
and ask her if she'll let you take a peek at the jacket on Victor Vasquez?
No— [Castillo] Crockett, my office, five minutes.
Yes, sir. Huh? What do you say? Come on.
Uh, that's not it, Sonny.
What? What happened? She dumped you?
He.
What?
Roberta was Robert before the operation.
So what? You still oughta be able to get a date with her.
[Mouthing Words]
So you're the guys who think Victor Vasquez is rock and rollin' with the nose crowd.
Crockett, Tubbs, Federal Agent Jack Slade, counter-terrorism.
Do you have any idea who you're talking about?
[Chuckles] Yeah, we got a good idea.
Of course, we'd have a better one if you'd let us see the file.
Well, let me save you the trouble. The guy walked on water for us back in '61.
Vasquez fought at the Bay of Pigs.
Yeah, and we must've dropped him a half a dozen times into the mountains outside of Havana,
and lots of other stuff in lots of other Latin American elsewheres.
The guy's a hero.
So you wanna tell me why a hero is, uh, making hits on drug dealers?
I'm here to tell you it wasn't him.
We heard a different story.
Pedroza's informant, Flores—
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Your lieutenant told me. One informant's word.
And 400 grand cash in Rojas's trunk.
Could buy an awful lot of party toys for Gamma 37, huh?
My friend, Gamma 37 is defunct, finito, history.
We got a dead cop.
I don't need a damn history lesson. I need help.
I sympathize.
Unfortunately, chasing Vasquez is not only wrong,
it could compromise a very delicate Cuban-American operation...
that I am not at liberty to discuss.
- Meaning what? - Meaning that unless you have something solid to go on,
I'll get a federal injunction!
- Like what? You mean like a signed confession or something like that? - Gentlemen.
A crime has been committed in our city.
We're gonna investigate.
You want to pull an injunction, we'll fight it.
Castillo, I shouldn't have to explain this to you.
That's the end of discussion.
I don't want your names appearing on any reports.
Bring them to me. I'll sign them.
We can handle the heat, Lieutenant.
No. That's an order.
Run down Vasquez. Make him an offer.
[Phone Ringing]
[Speaking Spanish] [Crockett] Victor Vasquez?
Who's this? This is Sonny Burnett.
I'm one of the lucky guys that made it out of Rojas's bedroom last night alive.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Well, uh, I'll tell you about it when I get there.
I just want you to know, uh, I got no beef about last night,
and, uh, I have a piece of business...
that I think you might be interested in.
Come alone. You got it.
[Tapping Keys]
Tell Zamora there's a problem.
[Crockett] Well, whoever hit that party last night was too late,
'cause my partner, Senor Cooper,
had already closed his deal with Mr. Rojas.
So, what I'm saying is— [Sighs]
Mr. Rojas's cash is now Mr. Cooper's cash.
And it's just sitting there, waiting for the taking.
And we're saying we're not interested.
Well, if 20% is too much, then I'll take what Flores got.
What he means is, we need to discuss it.
Where can we get in touch with you?
Dade Marina. Saint Vitus's Dance.
But don't take too long.
That money won't be sitting there forever.
[Speaking Spanish] It's perfect.
No! It's getting out of control.
I only called you because I didn't want anything to interfere with your plan.
If we get the cash to buy what our federal contact wants to sell, nothing can interfere.
This Burnett and his partner will be easy. Don't worry about it.
I'm only worried about one thing— my family.
They're fine.
And as long as you stay worried, they'll stay fine.
[Phone Ringing]
Yeah? [Tubbs] Somebody hit Flores. It looks like a pro.
Why don't you come check it out? I'm on my way.
[Police Radio, Indistinct]
Fill me in on Flores.
One shot to the base of the neck. [Sighs]
Closest cover was a hundred yards away.
You got to know that sniper was military trained,
just like Vasquez.
They just called this in from the scene.
Tech found a 7.62 NATO match casing...
and a partial imprint from a jungle boot in the woods near the club.
Definitely a military hit.
And Vasquez is the man we're lookin' for.
Your request for flash money was refused by Administrative Division.
What?
I just put that request in this morning. That's impossible.
Slade stopped it.
Use the cash we found in Rojas's trunk.
Lieutenant, that hasn't even been impounded.
If anything happens to it, it could be your badge.
[Gunfire]
[Chattering] Keep going! Go! Go!
[Vasquez] Did you read the papers this morning?
Or do you already know who killed Flores?
Who cares? It means nothing. You're wrong!
And this whole operation is getting too complicated.
Well, then let me simplify it.
If I don't get the money in the next two days,
I won't know the limousine route for the Cuban delegation.
Then neither of us gets what we want. So you talk to this Burnett.
You talk to Burnett. Two operations— that was the deal we all agreed to.
One training run and— My country's more important than any deal that we made!
Your country? You were born here. You've never even seen Cuba.
My family had to leave everything in Cuba: Factories, theaters—
[Chuckling] You talk like a rich man who's lost his— his wallet.
But what you've really lost is your humanity. And you've lost your nerve.
You're afraid to fight.
Maybe so.
My family made me realize there are more important things than fighting.
Then check out Burnett...
or you won't see them again.
[Footsteps Approaching]
I don't believe I heard you knock.
You know, you boys might want to invest a quarter next time.
Might keep you from gettin' lead poisoning.
Tell me about this, uh, situation with your partner.
[Laughing]
I knew you couldn't resist some good old American free enterprise.
Just tell me. Lighten up, Victor.
This one's gonna be an easy one.
There's a guy I know that's lookin' to launder his cash.
He'll call me as soon as my partner sets the deal.
It'll be just Cooper and the money...
in an apartment all by themselves.
You can take it any way you want.
What's your angle in this?
Once upon a time, Cooper burned me.
I'm just kind of smoothing out his karma.
You could take it all for yourself.
[Chuckling] Yeah, but then I'd be the bad guy,
and Miami been "bery, bery" good to me.
I think I'd like to just sort of stick around here for awhile.
So if I let you do it, then I stay nice and clean...
like all the other citizens.
When?
Soon as I get the call.
It has to be in the next two days.
Come on, man. I got no control over—
Two days... or I'm out.
Young Victor Vasquez was a med student in Havana in 1959.
He was pro-Castro and anti-Batista.
When Fidel started getting chummy with the Russians,
he saw the writing on the wall,
joined the resistance and spent his junior year in a Cuban prison.
Which, for most med students, is a slight improvement in lifestyle.
Who's the cutie-pie on the left? Is that, uh, Slade?
You got it. Gamma's contact with the feds.
[Tubbs] Maybe he owes Vasquez a favor.
[Castillo] There are no favors from the Bureau.
Well, one thing's for sure.
Our old buddy Vasquez is definitely up to something,
and it ain't building a new wing on his house.
You're fishing, Crockett. We're looking for Pedroza's killer.
No, no, we found him. Now all we gotta do is nail it on him.
Lieutenant, whatever Vasquez is into is wrong.
Doesn't fit the man, but go ahead and play it out.
- With the cash? - Yes.
Along with a transmitter in the attaché case.
- What kind of backup? - It's gotta be minimal.
Guy with Vasquez's training is gonna smell anything out of order.
Set it up at the safe house— Coral Way.
I'm on my way to a meet with Vasquez.
The hell are you going? This ain't the way to my boat.
Relax, Burnett.
If everything's as easy as you say it is,
you got no problem.
[Chattering]
Get out.
Don't start trouble, Burnett. You'll get it back tomorrow.
[Man Shouting In Spanish] [Gunfire]
Gamma 37 having a little reunion party?
Get inside.
[Zamora] The enslavement of our brothers, the evil Castro has done,
has already been forgotten by the international community,
but Cubanos all over South Florida tell me they will never forget.
All they need is a spark, and the fire that always burns in their hearts will ignite the world.
Tomorrow, the deputy commissioner of Castro's prisons,
the man who has been in the nightmares of every Cuban political prisoner for 25 years,
will be in our sights.
Zamora, I want to see them right now.
Suarez, take over.
Look at them, huh. Look at them!
Aren't they beautiful? [Chuckles]
All we need now is the money.
Cooper should be no problem.
Oh, yes. I decided that you are right. I'll handle Cooper.
I can't have you getting hurt now, Vasquez.
No, no. You are the franchise.
You're going to learn a lesson I learned a long time ago.
Vengeance is meaningless. Life is too brief as it is.
Nonsense! The world is ready for this now.
Look at El Salvador, Nicaragua, Honduras.
Only Cuba has been forgotten by this country.
And if Castro think that he can hide behind petty political maneuvers,
La Segunda Brigada will teach him the lesson.
La Segunda Brigada will only continue the cycle of violence.
[Scoffs] Go on.
My brave one. How is my son?
We're fine. Really. Thank God.
Pretty.
Very pretty.
Transmitter's built into the side.
[Beeping]
Crockett was supposed to call three hours ago.
This doesn't feel right.
I know.
But I gotta go to that meeting.
Whatever Crockett's into,
I gotta be there with this money when Vasquez shows...
or Crockett's gone.
I keep trying to tell you guys the meet is set for noon.
Number two: I'm not supposed to be anywhere near here.
Get out!
Wait a minute. Vasquez wanted you to wear these masks.
Come on, man. Be smart. If Cooper recognizes you, he's gonna come after you.
Then you're gonna put him on to me.
Cooper's gonna die, man.
That smart enough for you?
[Crockett] Now that I know you're gonna dust this guy, we can make it a lot smoother.
He knows my face. Let me go to the door.
Cooper! Wake up!
There's been a change in the plan, man.
Wake upl
Where is he? What do you expect?
We're three hours early.
Ready, people.
If Crockett doesn't come out with them,
we're all going in.
You better find the money, Burnett, or you're a dead man.
Don't you know that no self-respecting dealer...
keeps his cash in the house?
[Crockett] Come on. Don't you think you ought to count that back at the ranch?
We got a nice, clear signal. [Beeping]
Loose tail, everybody.
[Vasquez] It's happening the way you worked it out.
[Slade] I waited years for this.
Soon as that idiot Zamora came along, I knew right away he was gonna be my ticket to you.
To think I ever trusted you.
What changed you, Slade? What filled you with this sickness?
How about one big-mouth refugee who tried to get my job taken away?
What you did was wrong. And all I did was call you on it.
You let us down at the Bay of Pigs.
The Slade I used to know would've been big enough to admit it.
So sentimental, Victor.
That's what makes you such a mark.
And your bitterness is what makes you such a fool.
Well, this fool is walking away with 650,000 cash.
And even if you survive this move with Zamora,
best you're gonna be is a fugitive.
I mean, killing the deputy of the Cuban prison system.
Who's gonna believe that Victor Vasquez was forced to participate?
Let's face it, Victor. I am finally making you a hero.
[Car Engine Starts]
Vasquez? Here.
We're on our way. We got it.
Ready!
Listen, if you're not going to use that case, let me have it.
[Zamora] It's incriminating evidence.
You know, you cats have been jerking me around since this whole thing started.
Why don't you just give me my cut and let me hit the bricks?
You'll get your money at the compound.
Great. What am I supposed to do?
Walk back to the marina with 80 grand in my pockets?
[Engine Revs]
Stop him! He's a cop!
[Gunshots]
Let's go!
[Grunts]
[Hammer Cocks]
I don't want to kill you, Burnett.
I'll make you a deal— a life for a life.
No deal with you, pal.
You already killed with one cop.
That was Zamora, and that wasn't supposed to happen.
That's too bad, isn't it?
Zamora has my family.
My wife and my son are in the building behind the command center.
The brigada will be clearing out in about an hour.
They'll be left behind.
Where's the brigada going?
All I want is for my family to get out alive.
What's this guy Slade got to do with this?
Just get to my family.
He's this way!
[Men Shouting In Spanish]
[Shouting Continues]
[Rings]
Yeah. Tubbs. [Crockett] Tubbs, something's going down tonight.
- Are you all right, Sonny? - Yeah, I'm fine. Get this.
Zamora's got a group of men out here that makes Gamma 37 look like the Peace Corps.
See what you can dig up on Segunda Brigada.
Okay, I got it.
Tell Castillo we gotta do this one without Slade.
Where are you?
[Vehicle Approaching]
How about a ride, sailor? Almost funny.
Go.
It turns out that Slade was Gamma 37's contact for the Bay of Pigs.
When Vasquez hit the beach without any air support, they had Slade to thank.
In fact, Vasquez filed a formal complaint with the feds,
tried to get Slade fired.
Well, I don't know what Slade's game is,
but this is Zamora's show, not Vasquez's.
Then what the hell is Vasquez doing? Slade's definitely not in his corner.
He's trying to save his family.
[Hammer Cocks]
[Tubbs, Whispering] Freezel
Psst, psst, psst.
Mrs. Vasquez? Yes.
I'm a police officer.
Your husband sent me to help you.
Can you tell me where Zamora's men have gone?
Can she be any more exact about the location of the hit on the limo?
[Tubbs] All she knows is Key Biscayne, Route 107.
The limo's already left the airport.
Hold the line. [Handset Settles In Cradle]
Can we contact the limo without going through federal channels?
Nope. The feds are the only ones that can stop it now,
which means that Slade would hear about it.
I'm not gonna loose Slade.
But we're talkin' about an international incident.
I want a conference with SWAT.
I want the make, the year and the color of the limo, right away.
How far are you from Route 107?
Could be there in eight minutes, Lieutenant.
?? [Man Singing Rock]
[Chattering]
[Man Speaking Spanish]
Let's not negotiate out here. Pay him!
With pleasure, man.
Thirty pieces of silver is now worth a million dollars.
Send me a postcard from Havana.
?? [Continues]
[Siren Wailing] ?? [Continues]
Jack Slade, Fed.
Stan Switek, Vice. You're busted.
[Man Speaking Spanish On Walkie-talkie]
[Spanish] [Spanish]
?? [Continues]
[Chattering]
This is the Metro Police. Drop your guns.
It's over!
[Castillo] Throw down your weapons! You're surrounded!
?? [Continues]
[Tires Screeching]
[No Audible Dialogue]
[Siren Wailing]
?? [Ends]
[Police Radio, Indistinct]
Yolanda. It's all over.