It's two. Dykstra?
I can't tell.
[Sighs]
Come on.
Okay. Here we go.
?? [Man Singing Rock]
All right.
?? [Continues]
[Tubbs] He's gonna lose it.
He's not gonna make it. Sonny! Watch out.
?? [Ends]
[Shouting In Spanish] Police! Get back!
Step back, sir.
- Neck's snapped. - What about the load?
- Nada. - You're kiddin'.
It's clean.
The guy just disappeared with an entire load.
Yeah, a real magic act.
They couldn't have dumped. We had 'em in our sights the entire time.
The driver got away.
Coast Guard impound said there was no hidden compartments, there were no drugs on board.
The only thing they found were Lucardo's fingerprints.
Dykstra was there. We saw two men in a boat.
Can you testify to that?
No, sir.
What about the shipment? Decoy boats.
Not with Lucardo aboard.
How solid was the intelligence?
Straight phone tap. Location, time, the whole nine yards.
Tap still in place? Yeah.
Stay on it.
Yeah. Sonny, line one. It's your bank.
You overdrawn?
Funny. [Chuckling]
Worse. An I.R.S. Audit for '84. I need a loan.
Yeah. Crockett here.
We attracted quite a crowd this morning, Leon.
They got awfully close.
Find out why. Right.
Any reason I should expect a leak from our end?
No way.
Have this place swept this afternoon.
I get a feeling we're infested.
Get the best. I'll take care of it.
[Crockett] A six-figure car, a boat.
Hell, I got shoes alone that would pay the wimp's rent for a year.
[Tubbs] All department-owned, my friend.
Taxpayer pays for everything but our shorts.
A lousy 32 a year, and even that's probably twice what the little finger-counter makes.
And he's tellin'me I can't have a loan.
[Chuckling] Maybe you'd just be digging yourself in deeper with a loan.
Spend all my time chasin'guys that drop that much at lunch,
and I can't even pay my debts legally.
[Sighs] Man, I tell you, something's really out of whack here.
[Coughing]
[Coughing Continues]
I gotta get out of Miami, man.
I'm like a meteorological magnet.
[Coughing]
The slightest barometric altercation in the atmospheric pressures tend to—
[Snorts] Affect my...
paranasal digestive systems.
[Coughing]
The pain is excruciating. [Snorts]
Izzy,
can you imagine how painful it's going to be...
if you have failed to give us the complete and total skinny...
on one Alexander Dykstra?
Huh? I already told you.
He's a guy moving up to the very big time. [Snorts]
And that is all that I know. [Inhales Deeply]
[Coughing]
Yeah, well, we had an elaborate interception set up on Mr. Big Time,
and, uh, we came up with one big goose egg.
Hey, man, I'm just a purveyor of information.
[Coughing]
However, I do have an addendum to the Dykstra portfolio.
Dykstra and a gentlemen by the name of Manuel Lucardo...
were said to have a deal...
somewhere in the elusive neighborhood of two hundred million frog skins.
It's old news, Iz.
Lucardo had a little boating accident.
Accident, huh? Hmm.
[Clears Throat] Dykstra trying to rip him off?
Well, the word on the street has it that it was by design.
But that is unverifiable "hypotheticalizations."
[Snorts] You may not quote me on this.
I am very deep background on this.
I will take a Fifth on this information.
I will protect my rights as a citizen of the United "State" of America.
[Coughing]
?? [Whistling]
"Famous 21 card trick.
Deal 21 famous cards face up in three piles."
?? [Man Singing Rock]
?? [Continues]
Whoa-whoo!
?? [Continues]
?? [Stops]
There's no, uh— no radio transmitters, but you got a couple of hard-line taps.
At your rate, my friend, I'm not paying you to listen to music.
Hey, it's a constant, same as a tone.
Transmitters will interrupt it.
If I was to listen to beeps all day, I'd end up in a padded cell.
[Imitates Banging]
What are hard-line taps? Phone taps.
- In here? - No, I'd say somewhere between the, uh, junction box and the service pole.
I'll blow 'em off for you.
- What do you mean? - Fry 'em, burn 'em out.
And what's to stop them from bugging me again?
Me. Don't touch anything electrical.
[Beeping]
- [Beeping, Whining] - [Static]
Gone.
[Switch Clicking] [Static]
[Beeping]
[Ringing]
Hello?
[Dykstra] Hello?
Who the hell is this?
Damn.
Your friends are trying to get a read out of their melted transmitters.
I want that phone changed tomorrow.
Oh, don't bother. I mean, it won't do any good.
What is all that?
Peace of mind.
Voice scramblers, tap alerts,
portable bug detectors.
How much?
[British Accent] Um, well, that depends on, um—
on how much you, um— you value your privacy.
Somebody toasted the taps.
Must have been a 180-volt surge.
Probably moved the coffee makers at the phone company.
So we're made. Till we figure another way in.
How about radio transmitters inside the house?
Great. How you gonna get in?
Dykstra's probably got the place swept,
and our transmitters aren't on the cutting edge of invisibility.
Why don't we use Duddy?
Miami Steve? [Laughs]
[Laughing] He'll—He'll probably bug us.
Wasn't he kicked off the force?
Nah, he quit.
He was up for review on a conduct charge.
He's too unpredictable.
Maybe so, but he's the best in the business.
He can get us in to Dykstra.
I want him reined.
?? [Man Singing Rock]
?? [Continues]
Duddy?
Steve?
?? [Continues]
Don't even think of mouth-to-mouth, Crockett.
[Laughing] [Laughing]
And then last year, I had a politician...
who said he was being pressured to drop out.
He wanted it on tape, but he was afraid to get caught.
So what I did was,
I put a subminiature right up here behind his front teeth.
I said, " All you gotta do is keep your mouth open.
You know, smile a lot." It was the easiest stack I ever made.
But the jerk, he sat there like— like a flycatcher all night.
[Laughing]
How much does a job like that run?
Well, let's just say it's a better living than when I was a cop.
Hmm. That's not sayin' much, is it, Duddy? Hey.
[French Accent] Hey. Mistrust, you know, she is on the upswing.
[Normal Voice] Everybody wants to know what everybody else is doing.
But, of course, nobody wants to be the other guy. Hmm.
Your work, does it ever sit wrong with you? I distance myself.
I figure I'm like a doctor— emotionally detached.
Cannot let the circumstances affect my judgment.
It's the same as bein' a cop, only nobody shoots at you.
- [Laughing] - Not a bad trade-off.
Yeah, well, it has its downsides.
Yeah. [Chuckles]
Like what to do with all that cash.
No.
It's paranoia.
You know, I know a million ways to watch somebody,
to listen to 'em, to peel open their secret lives,
but, uh, then after a while,
anything out of the ordinary started looking suspicious.
And now...
I'm always wondering when I'm gonna be the target and how they'll get me.
[Pager Beeping] Comes with the turf, I guess, huh?
But then I've always been an avid believer in insurance, you know.
Always leave yourself a way out.
Emergency, Doctor? Yeah.
Um, I'll get this.
I'll see you gents back at the mill, huh?
[Tubbs] So, what do you think?
There are hundreds of ways to penetrate a conversation.
Given today's technology, there is no totally secure method of communication.
What is this? Oh, that's my pen.
You know, Gina, I lost your number. [Crockett] Uh, Steve.
These are all very nice toys, I'm sure,
but, uh, we want to get next to a guy who knows that he's a surveillance subject.
Oh, yeah. Well, there are ways around that. What do you need? Phone, constant access, uh—
We need a transmitter in the house, but we're pretty sure he's got a sweeper.
"Pas de problema."
This is a specially modified subminiature.
I'm the only guy in town that has these things.
These babies transmit in the "gigahert" range.
"Gigahert"? What's that? Microwave transmissions.
It cannot be detected by ordinary surveillance receivers.
Great. We'll take five. Put 'em all over the house.
- Fine. They're five a pop. - Five hundred for this little thing?
- Another zero, sweetness. - Hey, whoa. What about the cop's discount?
[Laughing] [Crockett] Steve, hello.
Come on. A man's gotta eat, Sonny. I'm barely covering my costs.
Get the— Okay, okay. I'll rent it to you.
One percent a day.
But like the fella says, you break it, you bought it.
?? [Man Singing Slow Rock]
?? [Continues]
Pow.
What's the matter, Miguel? You don't like guns?
?? [Continues]
Hey, Miguel, come here.
?? [Continues]
?? [Ends]
[Trudy On Radio] None of these agencies have anything on Dykstra to suggest that he's importing.
What about Interpol?
I got a lot of arrests and no convictions.
All currency violations. Let's see.
Thailand, Lebanon, Peru, Colombia.
Before that, he was a Eurodollar trader in Greece,
and he got indicted on a Ponzi scheme, so he had to leave in a hurry.
Thanks, Trudy.
There's some interesting stamps on Dykstra's passport.
Yeah, but it ain't coke.
If Dykstra's importing as heavily as we think,
it wouldn't do him any good to whack his distributors.
He wouldn't have anybody to move the product.
Dykstra's makin' money, but 8-to-5, it ain't selling dope.
Run a check on MacGregor.
I need to know the earliest we can get the shipment out. Okay.
You been in here today? No, sir.
Anybody? No.
Get the sweeper.
Yes, sir.
[Electronic Humming]
This is very unimaginative, boys.
You guys are makin' this too easy.
You want it done right, you gotta do it yourself.
Just send me something saleable, huh?
Well?
You're clean.
- Where was it? - In the ashtray over there.
Amazing. I pay a fortune to alarm company,
and yet any fool can walk in here.
Well, nothing is totally secure, Mr. Dykstra.
You know, if they want in, they'll get in.
- What is this? - This? Oh, this.
This is a voice stress analyzer.
A lie detector?
Uh, measures subconscious microtremors...
most often associated with lying in a person's voice. [Chuckling]
Are they accurate? Fairly so.
- Do you mind if I take it for a test-drive? - Be my guest.
[Exhales]
Try the truth this time.
Real fun game, Alex.
The game is over, Trace. Answer the question.
I did. You gonna believe me or that box?
The machine has no reason to lie.
Good. Maybe it'll sleep with you.
Tracy, you ever slept with Joe Cabraal?
What are you, crazy?
All you have to do is answer the question.
No.
[Beeping]
Trace.
Wrong answer.
I can't tolerate dishonesty.
[Ringing]
Homicide. Scanlon. [Female Voice] I want to report a murder.
A murder, ma'am? Yes, a murder.
Your name? My name's not important.
The killer's name, however, is Alexander Dykstra.
Ma'am, I'll need your name in order to file a report.
Joan Taxpayer. How's that?
Ma'am, why don't you come down to the station and file a complaint?
Listen, mallet head, I'm trying to help here!
A woman had her brains blown out.
Now, if-if you're not interested, I mean,
I'm sure I could get the local papers to take a bite.
They'd probably spell your name right too.
I thought you said those microwave bugs couldn't be detected.
Doesn't mean they're invisible if somebody knows where to look.
The guy has got a great sweeper.
Oh, that's just terrific. Now we got a big sack of nothin'.
What's this guy into anyway, huh?
That's classified. Yeah, I was a cop, General.
I wasn't even asking his name.
We think that he's importing cocaine.
- You think? - Yeah.
You see, that's why we called you in.
We don't have anything substantial on him.
After all this damn surveillance?
All what damn surveillance?
All we've been doin' is writin' checks to you!
Maybe if your transmitters lasted more than one day. All right then.
All right. We'll laser mike him. He'll never know it.
The sound vibration bumps right off the windows.
It's cheap. Two bills a day.
How wonderfully generous of you.
Call it civic pride.
[Softly] Step. Right. Step.
Step. Step.
Have a seat.
Hope you understand my security precaution, Mr. Dykstra.
There is never a need to explain security, my friend.
Then let's dance. Fine.
My fee's 12. It's not negotiable.
That's quite a bite.
Not if one considers the 88% benefit to the client.
My end of the deal is easy, Mr. Dykstra.
I got all my property right here.
You'll have the problem of moving it out.
Everything is easy, Mr. MacGregor,
given the know-how.
And a time schedule?
Client's preference. Tomorrow night, if need be.
I'd like that.
[Female Voice] My name's not important. The killer's name, however, is Alexander Dykstra.
[Scanlon] Ma'am, I'll need your name in order to file a report.
Joan Taxpayer. How's that?
Ma'am, why don't you come down to the station and file a complaint?
Listen, mallet head, I'm trying to help here!
A woman had her brains blown out.
Now if-if you're not interested, I mean, I'm sure I could get the local papers—
Little weird, huh?
First I didn't think much about it, but I had a twinge,
so I ran Dykstra's name and saw you guys had an active on him.
How'd you see that? That's a classified undercover. Are you serious?
My 13-year-old could break the department computer code.
Very reassuring.
Yeah, you guys are lucky.
If it hadn't come in on the 911, we wouldn't even have it on tape.
[Female Voice] I want to report a murder. Yes, a murder.
All I can tell you is, uh, that this voice has been electronically altered.
There's no way you're gonna get a voiceprint out of it. So it could've been anybody?
Yeah. You, me, the Pope, Tallulah Bankhead, anybody.
That's great. We're movin' on this guy in leaps and bounds.
Well, why don't you just pick him up? You got your tip.
Oh, and hold him on what? What evidence? Okay, okay, okay. Bad idea.
I was just tryin' to help. Yeah, well, use your head.
We've been working this guy for weeks. We've come up dry.
We need something substantial.
[Door Opens, Closes]
[Dykstra] Hello? Yes?
Oh, Mary. How are you?
Congratulations on the birth of your son.
Wonderful.
Please congratulate David for me.
I'm having a gift delivered to your house.
It should be there by tomorrow evening.
Absolutely not.
It is a custom in my family.
Of course. Don't be ridiculous. The ship is pulling out tonight.
The delay is of a precautionary nature.
You think I like having a ton and a half of antiques...
sitting in a dock in this humidity?
[Tape: Garbled]
Hey, I may be paranoid, but even the White House has security leaks.
I think I'm dealing with the situation on my end very well, thank you.
Hello? It should be there by tomorrow evening.
The delay is of a precautionary nature.
[Silenced Gunshot]
[Dykstra's Voice] Hello?
It should be there by tomorrow evening.
The delay is of a precautionary nature.
I'm dealing with a possible security leak on my end.
Listen, MacGregor. Do you think it's easy moving a ton and a half of cash out of the country?
Then you deal with Customs.
That's what you pay me for.
That's it!
MacGregor, canal-bobbing with a mouthful oflead.
Pretty much sums up our case, doesn't it?
Nothing to connect him to Dykstra.
Have the coroner rush a preliminary autopsy, give us the time of death.
As we speak.
I got 15 minutes at the bank, and then I'll be right in.
How about it, Tommy? Well, medium or rare?
Well, when they're marinated like this, it's a tough call.
Eleven or 12 hours.
Any longer and the cheeks start to puff up like, uh, Dizzy Gillespie.
[Chuckles] So you'll say before 8:00?
Between 7:00 and 8:00. Are you sure?
Have I ever been wrong, babe? Technology is a wonderful tool.
Gotta get it back to my wife though. She's gonna be baking ham tonight.
[Crockett] You're a real artist, Tommy.
Cash transactions, no credit history.
Since when is cash a crime?
This is America. You gotta be in debt.
You know, that's the only way that the banks can get their money back.
Cash.
What do you mean?
They're movin' cash.
Lucardo, MacGregor— Everyone that Dykstra's dealt with has more cash than they can launder.
They're not smugglin' in.
They're takin' cash out of the country.
[Dykstra's Voice] Listen, MacGregor. You think it's easy...
moving a ton and a half of cash out of the country?
That's it. He's transportin' cash.
An indictment. Nothing more.
What time did that come in, Switek?
Uh, 9:00, 9:30.
Come on, Switek. That's impossible.
MacGregor was found floating facedown in the canal by 8:00.
No. I got it 9:23 exactly.
That conversation couldn't have taken place then.
Maybe it didn't. At least not at that time.
Every damn wall we run into keeps pointing at the same area of expertise.
Burned-out bugs, electronically disguised voices...
and time-shifted conversations.
Duddy.
That scuzzball has got his hand in more than one card game.
And what's wrong with that? It's the American way.
You got something against fair enterprise, Crockett?
I do when it costs me.
You jerking me around with an ongoing so you can run a game.
Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on.
You played us, Duddy.
I bring you in, and you take advantage.
I'm an independent, Sonny, a defensive sweeper. There's nothing wrong with that.
You contracted me for offensive work. I had no idea one of my clients was your subject. Come on.
When I found out, I tried to make things right. Come on, Steve. All you had to do was open your mouth.
Okay, poor judgment. Big deal. You know, I'm chromosomally unbalanced.
I got the good hair. My brother got the good judgment.
Okay, so I made a little green. You lost a little time.
But you still got Dykstra in the bag.
You know, you wouldn't have squat on him if not for me.
We gotta move on him, Sonny. Be careful. I mean, the guy's a psychopath.
He's got a voice stress analyzer. You lie, you die.
[Imitating Gunshots]
Hey, you just missed him.
Who are you? Albert LaGuardia.
Countersurveillance.
How long you been sweepin' for Dykstra?
Well, uh, that's technically confidential.
How long? Uh, it's the first time. I swear.
I mean, if he's in some kind of trouble, constitutionally, I didn't do anything wrong.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know the argument. Where is he?
I didn't know you guys had these burst transmitters. They're very expensive.
Where is he? He, uh— I don't know.
He left, uh, when I was showin' him the bug.
And his pants were, like, on fire, the way he ran.
I was trying to explain to him how, uh, they're rare and— [Car Door Closes]
How, uh, they're very expensive.
[Duddy] Ah, the Greek.
[Grunts]
Bearing gifts... no doubt.
I want him to know who it is.
I want to see him lose his water.
Miguel.
Oh, Miguel.
That is very good.
Freeze! Miami Vice!
- [TVClicks On] - Even paranoids have real enemies.
[Shotgun Cocks]
Duddy, drop it! What?
- Put it down! - What? Give me a break. I'm empty. Look.
- Drop it! Now! - You're awfully touchy. Come on.
Up against the wall. Hey, hey, what is this? What is this?
I save the taxpayers a couple hundred grand in trial costs,
and I get treated like a criminal?
How many people had to die, Steve?
Come on, Crockett. You're reachin'. I haven't done anything wrong, and you know it.
Obstruction, felony endangerment.
Uh-uh. I know where the line is, and I didn't cross it.
No, you just walked up to the edge and looked over a little, didn't you? Keeps me alive.
Not good enough, Steve. Not good enough. Hey, come on. Come on.
Marty, it's wrong.
The guy knowingly interfered with an undercover operation.
D.A. Wants him released.
[Sighs] This is incredible.
This guy screws up an operation for his own benefit,
he may be involved in three or more deaths,
and all we can do is pat him on the head and send him down the road.
We'll reopen if new evidence surfaces.
Maybe Duddy deserves a dose of his own.
Hello, Steve.
You know what you did.
You'll have to live with that.
But I just want you to know...
you won't be alone.
[Echoing] I'll be watching.