[Chattering]
[Clamoring]
¿Cómo está mi bebé? Hello.
Did she behave herself? Gina's never any trouble.
Aren't you, sweetheart? No, no, never.
[Chattering]
[Speaking Spanish]
So sweet.
Maybe we should make one of our own.
Maybe we should have a marriage license first.
In this new socialistic paradise,
marriage will merely be another bourgeois, capitalistic memory.
[Speaking Spanish]
Camarero, camarero.
I'll talk to the Russian ambassador. He owes me many favors.
I'll get you out.
Te amo, Klaus.
[Speaking Spanish]
[Applause]
?? [Ballad]
?? [Singing In Spanish]
Come. Oh.
Here, this is yours.
?? [Continues]
IOrrestes, nol
- IPuta sucial - [Gunshot]
[Clamoring, Shouting]
Elenal Elenal
You're dead, you pig!
You're a dead manl You're deadl
I'll kill youl I'll kill youl
You're a dead man! You're dead!
Stan, you got him?
[Switek On Walkie-talkie] Still waiting. But Gina and Trudy are doggin'him.
[Trudy] Heading for you, Sonny. [Crockett On Radio] All right. We'll take it from here.
You and Gina see what you can dig up on Pedrosa. You got it, Sonny.
[Shutter Clicking]
[No Audible Dialogue]
[Shutter Clicking]
See 'em, Stan? Yeah, Garbey and Pedrosa look like two kids at a frat party.
Think they were Sigma Chi's?
[Shutter Clicking]
Excuse me, uh, is Pedrosa on anybody else's wish list?
No agency in South Florida. Why?
Well, because we're not the only guys watchin'.
[Shutter Clicking]
Orrestes Pedrosa: 52 years old, arrived in Miami 2-23-80.
President and sole stockholder of Equinox Transfer,
import-export firm in Miami.
Was he a Marielito?
Grew up in Cuba, but he has a Belizean passport.
What did Moreno say about him?
Pedrosa's moving major weight.
Garbey gets 10 keys a week from him.
Garbey's a Cuban, too?
Yeah, but he's been here 20 years. [Phone Rings]
Switek.
When?
You sure?
I'll tell him.
That was Krimmer on stakeout.
Garbey's on the move.
Where? Airport.
About this other guy on surveillance at Pedrosa's—
I got some pictures. I'm gonna make some enlargements.
Get me quadrant blowups.
He bought a round-trip ticket to New York. The flight leaves in 20 minutes. Thanks, Burt.
I can't believe I didn't see this guy before.
He's in over 75% of the photographs.
You didn't see him because he doesn't wanna be seen. This man's trained.
What, contract? Federal? Foreign?
I don't know.
He's not one of ours.
Is there a federal operation ongoing against Pedrosa?
[Intercom Clicks] Send Blakemore in.
Chet's our interagency liaison man.
If there's anything going on, he'll know about it.
Chet Blakemore. Lieutenant Martin Castillo, Miami Vice.
Lieutenant. Mr. Blakemore.
Martin's running an investigation on one Orrestes Pedrosa.
[Scoffs] Guy's a real charmer.
Do you know him? He was one of Castro's hatchet men during the early days.
Dropped out of sight, surfaced in Miami right after the boat lift.
Anyone currently got him targeted? Not that I know of.
What's Vice's interest?
Well, he's developing himself as a major importer.
Do you happen to know this man?
No. I can fax it to Washington, have an answer in a couple hours.
I'd appreciate that. Thank you.
In the meantime, tell your people to be careful around Pedrosa.
That guy's a sociopath.
Thank you.
Comandante, the pictures.
Are you sure these are all of them? Yes, I have been very careful, Comandante.
How long has he been here?
That one, only for the last two days, I think.
You think? I don't pay you to think!
I pay you to give me answers.
Gustavo, Enrique, Luis.
Find this man.
Cause him a lot of pain...
and then kill him.
[Man] And I have been doing the teaching of the English to myself by the watching of the TV.
How about the teaching of the driving by the watching of the road?
You got nothing of nagging worries.
[Tires Screeching] I am big aces at the trailing...
since I watch Rockford Files on the cables.
He's pulling over.
Ivan, pull over here.
Why you do this? I have done nothing.
I know nothing. My family knows nothing.
Whoa, whoa. Ivan, chill out, dude.
What's your problem? What's that building there?
You don't know? No.
- You're not K.G.B.? - Get out of here.
Do I look like a Russian to you?
He just enter Cuban mission to United Nations.
That's the Cuban mission? Da.
[Engine Starts] Our friend's moving.
[Trudy On Walkie-talkie] We've got him.
[Switek] Wait a minute, wait a minute. Hold it. He's got company,
coming out of Pedrosa's.
Driving what? Silver sedan.
We're clear.
[Trudy] He's in there, picking up his dry cleaning.
What about Pedrosa's guys?
They're still parked halfway down the block.
That's great. They're doing our job for us.
[Trudy] Oh, they're moving.
It's a hit.
- Miami Vice, freeze! - Look out!
[Horn Honking]
Call an ambulance!
At which time you identified yourselves? Yes.
Both of you or just one? Both, l-I think.
Any warning shots? No.
Did the subjects fire before you discharged your weapon? Yes, they fired first.
[Sighs]
How are you doing? I'm fine.
Anything on the rental car?
Metro received the stolen report this morning.
Has there been any preliminary identification of any of the shooters?
There's not gonna be anything to tie this to Pedrosa. Probably not.
Guy's German, Lieutenant. He speaks with a German accent.
He hit the deck just as Trudy and I broke surveillance.
I think he took one in the arm. I don't know.
I turned around and he was gone.
Make sure the bulls got that in.
All area clinics and emergency rooms have been alerted.
Excuse me, Lieutenant. You got a phone call coming through.
[Woman On P.A.] Ladies and gentlemen, for those passengers on Flight 954—[Continues, Indistinct]
Miami Vice. You're under arrest. Put your hands on your head.
Put 'em up.
Hey, what are you doing, man? What are you doing? Hey!
[Gasps]
Check and see if he's got any pulse.
It's cyanide.
Damn it!
Pedrosa's got a diplomatic supply line through Cuba.
This thing's huge, Marty.
We have no evidence linking Garbey to Pedrosa.
He sure as hell isn't some freelancer from Little Havana...
who just happened to have a cyanide capsule.
The guy walked out of the Cuban mission with the suitcases.
Excuse me, Lieutenant. F.B.I.'s on line one.
No movement until we get all the pieces.
Castillo.
Twenty minutes.
Do you have a back exit? Sí.
You haven't seen me.
[Speaking Spanish]
[Gasping]
Does he still like music?
Music. Pedrosa. Does he still listen to music?
Jazz, he likes jazz.
Freeze!
Who are you?
Don't even try it.
My wallet.
Do you recognize this woman?
That's my mother.
You're almost a mirror image of her.
That doesn't answer my question.
Who are you?
Your mother and I were in love when she died.
Klaus Herzog. Our sources place him...
as the fifth highest ranking field operative in East German intelligence.
Fluent in probably a dozen languages, an accomplished assassin.
The guy's got A-pluses all the way down the line.
Recruited in 1958.
Has no immediate family ties.
His father, a suspected Spartacist sympathizer,
killed by the Nazis in 1939.
- What's he doing in Miami? - That's what we'd like to know.
If he's shadowing this Pedrosa guy, it's only for one reason.
Herzog is no lower level surveillance pawn.
Nick wouldn't have flown down, Marty, for anything short of a possible national security problem.
If your suspicions are right about this Communist drug conduit,
then Herzog's presence may suggest East German involvement...
or it might be a cleanup maneuver if Pedrosa's out of control.
- Can we bring him in? - Lieutenant, every agent in my unit...
would sacrifice a body part to bring this guy in.
My aunt really never told me much about her.
I know that my father was killed in the revolution and that she was a singer.
She was an amazing woman.
I wish I could've known her.
In a sense, you know her more than you can understand.
There's much of her inside you.
How was she killed?
I mean, I had always heard...
it was because of her anticommunist beliefs,
but my aunt never really told me any of the details.
Well, the details are not important. You're wrong.
For me, that's all that counts.
The more I know about her, the closer I feel to her.
Gina, so many things happened after your mother's death.
Your aunt took you out of Cuba within days.
There was much confusion.
What are you getting at?
Only that what she told you might have been what she actually believed.
But you're not Cuban. Who are you?
My name is Klaus Herzog.
I'm a Communist.
And I'm an officer of East German intelligence.
Why are you in Miami?
Your mother was killed...
by a man, a jealous lover, and that's why I'm here.
Pedrosa?
I'm going to kill him.
[Chattering]
Cooper's a knot head and couldn't come up with anything original.
Dennis? Yep. Him.
Good morning. Morning.
Our problem has been compounded. Pedrosa's got a twin?
The individual who's been showing up in our surveillance photos—
The F.B.I. Has identified him as Klaus Herzog.
East German.
Spy chaser.
So what does he do when he catches them?
Makes 'em read Das Kapital.
He's a trained killer, and he's on our streets.
Look, why don't we just let the F.B.I. Haul their own load?
We're the ones who keep on spotting him. Next time you see him, bring him in.
In the afternoons, we would go walking...
sometimes along the beach...
sometimes down to the open-air market.
We would walk and hold hands.
Oh, they were very small, her hands.
But when she took mine and squeezed them...
it was as if she was trying to pass her strength on to me.
I can't remember her.
When you were crying,
she used to take you in her arms and sing you to sleep.
And when you were asleep, she'd go to sleep too.
She'd sleep so soundly...
that she never felt my fingers touching her skin.
You know, Gina, there are still nights that I can feel the softness of her skin on my fingertips.
Please don't do this to me.
I'm under orders to arrest you.
I know you want the same thing I want.
And what if I do? Listen.
- Can you sing? - Never professionally.
But you have a wonderful voice, just like your mother, don't you?
You're changing the subject.
Oh, no. No, not really.
Your singing will bring Pedrosa to us.
You're not making any sense. Listen, there's a club that will hire you.
The owner fancies himself a star maker. When he hears you—
Oh, you're dreaming.
Besides, I thought it was Pedrosa who wanted to hear me. Oh, he will.
[Chuckling] Oh, he will.
He can't resist clubs that are dark and smoky and filled with good music.
Jazz clubs was one of the passions he and I shared.
The other one was your mother. Then I'm the bait?
No, I am.
When he hears you sing, he'll know I'll come there eventually.
And?
?? [Woman Singing]
?? [Continues]
I've heard of murdering a song, but never before you get on stage.
Excuse me? I hope you never get a grip like that on my neck.
Oh. I'm sorry.
I haven't auditioned for anything since I was in high school.
Don't apologize. If you're gonna get nervous anyplace, this is it.
- All right, all right. Wait, wait. You wanna hold it right there, hon? - ?? [Stops]
You wanna do my ears that one little favor? Next. Next.
Me, I guess. Well, make up your mind.
[Chuckling]
What's your name, sweetheart? [Clears Throat] Gina Calabrese.
Great.
?? [Blues]
?? [Singing]
?? [Continues]
?? [Fades]
Nada, Marty. This guy has ceased to exist. Well, he's still out there.
Well, if he's as good as they say he is, maybe he picked us up on his psychic radar.
Funny, I didn't think he'd ever be camera shy.
[Castillo] I want him.
Lieutenant, I need to speak with you.
Come in.
It's about Klaus Herzog.
I've seen him.
I've talked to him.
You didn't arrest him?
I couldn't.
That's something a police officer can't do or decide on his own.
I'm not sure this thing is about being a cop.
It has to be. You are one...
as long as you wear the badge.
But he wants Pedrosa as badly as we do, maybe even worse.
Pedrosa killed the woman he loved 26 years ago.
He's been tracking him ever since.
We don't sanction vendettas.
Lieutenant.
You don't understand.
About this woman—
She was my mother.
Did you just find out about this?
[Sobs] I think I will need a week off.
You got it.
Gina.
?? [Woman Singing Jazz]
[No Audible Dialogue]
?? [Singing]
?? [Continues]
?? [Ends]
Miss Nancy Reed, ladies and gentlemen. Isn't she wonderful?
Thank you, thank you. You're too kind. Really, I mean that.
We've got something for you, a treat that you're not gonna forget for a long time.
This is a songbird that the trades would call a thrush.
I'm talkin' about a very special someone who sings in the key of Ella and Billie.
Yeah, I kid you not. I'm talking about Miss Gina Calabrese, right here.
?? [Instrumental]
?? [Singing]
?? [Continues]
[No Audible Dialogue]
?? [Continues]
?? [Jazz Ballad]
[No Audible Dialogue]
- [No Audible Dialogue] - ?? [Continues]
?? [Continues]
I don't need to endure this.
?? [Continues]
?? [Ends]
[Applause]
Klaus.
[Klaus] I'm glad you came alone.
Forgive me. I'm trained to be cautious.
They want you, you know— the F.B.I.
They want you very badly.
They're in a rut. You just won't let it go, will you?
You just won't turn around and go back to wherever it was you came from.
I can't.
Would it mean anything to you if I told you we are going to get Pedrosa?
We're a little closer every day. It's just a matter of time.
And when the time comes, what then?
Will he be arrested on a minor drug charge,
something that puts him in jail for three or four years? I can't say.
I just know that we'll dump as big a load on him as we possibly can.
But the murder goes unpunished!
Am I correct?
Gina, this happened 26 years ago and it happened in Cuba,
which means that it might as well have not happened at all.
Don't you understand there can be no justice...
except the justice we impose ourselves?
Please, Gina. Please, for your mother.
I can't.
I have to arrest him.
All right.
Then I will be the bait.
He knows I'm in Miami.
He knows I will come to that club.
And when he tries to kill me, you can arrest him.
You would do that?
I would do anything.
Just forget the German for a minute, will you?
Look, we didn't wanna do you boys' dirty work in the first place.
It comes under the heading of interdepartmental cooperation.
[Chuckling] Give me a break.
- What else did you want? - Pedrosa.
What else is new? He's Cuban intelligence.
Posing as a drug dealer? The man's an edge runner.
Or a figment of you boys' imaginations.
Look, we want Pedrosa off the streets, but we don't want him thinking the Bureau's involved.
Things start leaning in that direction, he'll do his disappearing act.
So what we're looking for is a drug pop. Big one, little one, you call it.
All we're looking for is a little time to maneuver.
You boys are gonna need a little work before you look likeJames Bond.
You boys are gonna owe us one. [Chuckling]
[Pedrosa] It's like maybe you got a mosquito or a—or a fly...
in your bedroom at night, huh?
So what you do, huh?
The German, he gets the same treatment.
He will come to hear her.
Yeah, whether it's tonight or tomorrow or the night after that.
And I will be there.
[Chuckles]
Maybe we better go, huh? No.
No, this one I do by myself.
This is a matter of honor.
I'm sorry. I'm not used to waiting.
It's not much longer.
He's older now. Maybe he's different.
I'm older too. My feelings are the same.
Tonight, tomorrow night, maybe the night after that.
He's not a patient man. To wait any longer might kill him.
[Sighs] Be easier that way.
[Chuckles] But not as pleasant for him as killing me.
I never thought hate lasted this long.
Well, maybe it's love that endures.
He and I are still fighting over the same woman, aren't we?
After all these years, we still want to finish it.
You could be killed.
You're supposed to protect me.
Never did I think that I would trust something so important to American justice.
You changing your mind?
No. I have all the faith in the world in you.
[Switek] It's about time. We were gonna start the party without you.
Got to have a warrant before you can strike up the band.
The place is sealed. We got two units around back.
It's so quiet up front the grass stopped growing.
Yeah, the moon's in the right house, too.
Yeah, boy, that sure makes me feel better.
Freeze! Nobody move! Get on the floor!
Put your hands on your head! He's not here.
I'm upstairs. Get in here.
Back up. We'll talk about the drugs later. Where's Pedrosa?
Forget you, man.
Now where's Pedrosa?
One more time, where's Pedrosa?
- Blue Note, music club. - That's the club Gina was talking about.
They have some audition for a singer, you know. She was thinking about going.
What happened? She didn't say.
- [Crockett] He's nowhere. He's not here. - We've got a show to catch.
Book him. All right.
[Applause]
Thank you.
Thank you very much. Thank you.
Now I'd like to do a song for you that's gonna bring back a lot of memories.
?? [Blues]
?? [Singing]
?? [Continues]
[No Audible Dialogue]
?? [Continues]
?? [Stops]
- [People Screaming] - Pedrosa! Miami Vice!