[Man Singing]
This little piggy went to market...
[On Radio] While the other little piggies stayed in their cars.
Everything is looking cool. You guys got your ears on?
The wire's blowin' our doors off, Rico.
Just don't leave me hangin'.
[Singing Continues]
[Continues]
London gold was goin' at 450 today.
That should put the briefcase at just under 50 pounds troy.
Yeah? What I'm gettin' better be worth the trade.
[Continues]
You don't mind a taste first, do you?
Help yourself.
[Continues]
[Laughing]
We're in. Let's hit 'em.
[Man On Loudspeaker] Freeze! Police!
[Machine Gun Fire]
[Switek On Radio] Sonny, deal's gone bad.
All right, everybody move. Everybody move, move!
[Tires Screeching]
[Continues]
Come on.
What the hell's goin' on here? This some type of joke or something?
Yeah, and here's the punch line. Swim or die. [Siren Blaring]
Let's go. Come on. Let's go.
[Continues]
You okay? You all right?
Yeah. All right. Stay there.
[Continues]
[Ends]
This Special Ops squad sounds like a demolition team.
Oh, yeah. Solid bunch of pros.
Three executions, no gold, no coke.
The river's always been South Beach jurisdiction.
Special Ops was organized to try to bring some order to the area.
Executing people? That's a great start, huh?
Wasn't us. [Spanish]
How are you? Good.
It's good to see you. Lieutenant Arturo Dominguez.
South Beach Division. Special Ops in charge. Hello.
How do you do? How do you know it wasn't cops?
Well, these were pulled off the dead Panamanian.
Standard issue. Serial numbers show they were stolen...
from the quartermaster's warehouse three weeks ago.
Someone made off with caps, jackets, M-16's, ammo and those cuffs.
And that doesn't suggest cops?
Our thinking makes it a rival crew.
Panamanians, Colombians, maybe.
They just beat you guys to the punch.
No.
No, these guys had the drill down right.
Get serious.
Cops don't have to steal uniforms.
Hey, cops or no cops, the word had to come from the inside.
Oh? Your side or mine?
[Crockett] Well, then, it would have to be yours.
See, all the people in this room practically breathe for each other, sir.
My house is clean, Arturo.
If there's a leak, it's not from in here.
Lieutenant, what are you suggesting?
I'm not suggesting anything. I'm just stating a fact.
Fine.
I'll be in touch.
Don't buy the gang rival theory?
The three Panamanians— They were loaded down with jewelry?
Fourteen pounds of 14 karat.
When they fished 'em out, they were clean.
Is that significant?
Your rival gangs, they don't touch the flash.
They deal with the money. They deal with the coke.
But they'll walk away from a body that has $10,000 worth of ice on its fingers.
Maybe they weren't dealers, but that doesn't mean they had to be cops.
Gina, Trudy and Switek, I want you guys to pull the papers on the S.O.S. Unit.
Full background checks. Crockett and Tubbs,
I want you guys on the quartermaster warehouse. Check it out.
Cops can steal uniforms too. That's it.
[Phone Rings]
Hello.
[Speaking Spanish]
[Spanish]
[Horn Honking]
[Spanish]
[Speaking Spanish]
[Gunshot]
That's where they came in. Used a glass cutter on it.
Pulled out a pane, tripped the latch.
Alarm? Connected by phone line to the duty watch commander's console.
Somebody breaks the circuit here, his desk lights up like the odds board at Hialeah.
- But what happened? - They bypassed it.
- Any pieces missing besides the M-16's? - No. Just the four and the ammo.
Thank you.
[Crockett] Crew that breaks into a warehouse like that,
you think they just want M-16's? You kiddin'?
They'd be like kids in a candy store.
It doesn't figure though. Cops don't need to steal guns.
Unless they don't want to file weapons discharge reports.
Yeah, or run the risk of ballistics match-ups.
Anything? [Gina] How's this?
There are 12 members of the Special Ops squad.
Nine of them are cubanos, all hired since 1980.
Make a hell of a baseball team.
Find out if any of'em had sealed youth records.
I gotta speak to the commissioner on this.
Cops with yellow sheets? He can't be serious. Switek.
Right.
- Alfredo Morega's just bought it. - Morega was a river dealer.
Well, they're pulling him out of it right now.
Call Crockett and Tubbs.
[Chattering]
[Police Radio, Indistinct]
[No Audible Dialogue]
[Man Singing]
[Continues]
Hold it. Hold it right there. [Hammer Cocks]
Hold it! Hold it! Hey, hey. Easy. Hey, I'm a police officer. Easy.
- Let me see some I.D. Let me see some I.D. - All right, all right.
All right. All right. Miami Vice.
South Beach. Special Ops.
[Ends]
[Ship's Horn Blowing] [Chattering]
[Woman] So.
This is it.
For almost two months it's my home away from home.
I can understand the idea of being invisible,
but don't you think you're taking your, uh, cover a little bit too far?
I don't know.
You live undercover, don't you? Yeah.
You wear thousand-dollar suits and bounce around in a Caddy?
Yeah? So? So I get my clothes out of Dumpsters and I live in a box.
We're both after the same thing.
You have to work with the scum suckers.
I prefer to bust 'em.
I'd rather hang out with a strung-out red wine derelict any day...
than a Colombian with a spoon up his nose.
Listen, uh, Detective—
You can call me Montana, Tubbs.
The night those three Panamanians went down—
Montana, you've gotta level with me.
You were there. You saw the whole thing, didn't you?
From a distance.
But you were actually close enough to recognize those so-called cops, right?
Yeah. What's your call?
Were they players or... cops?
"Cops"?
That's a laugh.
They were dirt, just like the animals they killed.
Same kind. Why didn't you write it up?
You actually witnessed a triple homicide,
and it's only now that I'm finding out that you're a detective.
I did write it up— a full situation report. How come we didn't get it?
Why don't you ask Dominguez?
Officers, uh, we seem to have our wires crossed here.
These guys can't be cops.
We triple-checked these names.
The lieutenant's gotta see this.
[Chattering]
[Gina] Four of the nine cops have heavy youth-offender records.
Everything from chain snatching to burglary and assault.
They hit Miami as kids in the mid-to-late '60s.
Used to be in the same street gangs in Little Havana. Here's your mug shots.
[Humming] [Trudy] There were, like, 15, 16 there.
You got Andohar, Merez, Colón and Perez.
[Chattering In Spanish]
The records were sealed when they were 18,
but I still can't figure it.
- What? - How fourJ.D. With rap sheets like those ever got on the force.
During the McDuffie riot in 1980, half the town was burning down.
Most of the force was white.
There was a lot of pressure back then to do some minority hiring by the P.D.
Great. Couple ofbad apples set back minority recruiting another 400 years.
Well, a dirty cop is a dirty cop, white, green or red.
Look at this.
Colón's arrest report.
A bust he made in '75. Check it out.
Dominguez was arresting officer.
Mm-hmm. [Tubbs] That's pretty coincidental.
Years later he ends up burying Montana Stone's report on river murders.
Give me Dominguez. What you're saying is...
the head of the Special Ops unit is tied into all of this?
He said himself, it was an inside leak.
Dominguez is not with his squad.
This is his home address.
Okay.
Are you sure this is the address?
Yes, partner, this is it.
Are we thinking the same thing here?
Yeah.
Maybe he struck oil, and police work is just a hobby.
[Chuckles] Hope he shows up pretty soon though.
I'm getting hungry.
What the hell are you guys doin' here?
It's funny, Lieutenant. That was gonna be my opening line to you.
Who is it, dear?
Uh, it's just a couple of friends, honey.
Won't be a minute.
You guys better have a damn good reason for invading my privacy.
- How's "accessory to murder"? - What?
That little gang of four you're running in Special Ops—
Colón, Mendez, Andohar, Perez.
What about 'em? You tell us.
But first tell me how a lieutenant making 42,500 a year...
walks on one of these without carrying a tray of hors d'oeuvres.
I married well, Detective.
And you better watch your step here.
You could find yourself up on insubordination charges faster than you can blink.
My apologies, sir.
Something else doesn't fit here. What?
The reports on the river murders—
Montana Stone said she filed one, only we didn't get it.
Darling, we're going to be late.
I'm gonna be just one more minute, honey. One.
Okay. I got it narrowed down to the same group of four that you have.
But I don't have anything solid. I can't make it stick.
It's like there's a piece missing.
Lieutenant—
That's got a hole in it the size of the Grand Canyon.
Look. Come by my office tomorrow morning.
I've got it all on file, and I'll lay it out for you.
Dominguez.
Would you call it proper police work if we just walked away?
What does your gut tell you, Detective?
All right, Lieutenant. Tomorrow it is.
I wouldn't want to ruin the ball.
I don't like it.
[Man] Andohar, you're already becoming a slave to that crap.
[Speaking Spanish]
[Doorbell Rings]
Our friend's a bit late. [Spanish]
Okay, let me re-deal it.
[Footsteps]
[Man] So— Enjoy your share, huh?
[Buzzes]
Yeah? Send 'em in.
[Sighs]
Well, you guys look like hell.
[Crockett] Well, you try sleeping in a car and you'll look the same.
[Tubbs] Some life you lead, Lieutenant.
Charity ball, bar-hopping till 2:00,
nice wake-up sauna and massage at your club before work—
[Crockett] You also told us you had a leak. Let's get to it.
All right.
The river murders,
they weren't the first ones involving police.
Come again?
Altogether...
six dealers have been hit.
At first we thought it was a turf war.
Then after the second homicide,
a snitch told us that cops did the shooting.
We didn't take him seriously.
His recollections were inconsistent.
Then a week later,
he turned up dead.
- Why wasn't all this reported? - Because it all played like...
garden-variety narcotics-related homicide.
I didn't even know it was cops until that night at the river when you saw 'em.
They probably figured you for a dealer.
You're lucky you got out of there alive, man.
You tellin' me you had a hunch that cops were killing dealers, and you sat on it?
I walked in there carrying gold.
I had no idea... that you people were onto the Panamanians.
None.
They weren'tjust hitting random dealers.
They were hitting dealers that this unit had under surveillance.
We'd go in. We'd identify players.
Nail down their movements, watch for scores.
Then, before we could move on 'em, cops would hit 'em first.
Coke and the money, they'd be gone.
All right, who has access to this file?
Well, in this office... seven altogether.
Let me see— There's Captain DeMarco,
myself, my secretary, Lieutenant Gibson,
- Sergeants Mueller, Scheck and Stone. - Montana Stone?
Yeah. She's senior officer in charge of Special Ops. Why?
No reason.
Nah. Nah, she's too dedicated to be the leak.
Besides, she's in the field all the time.
What about the others?
All above suspicion, as far as I can tell.
Put together a list of your pendings,
- and we'll run 'em by Castillo. - What for?
Best shot we got...
is trying to outguess 'em.
[Woman Screams] [Gunshots]
All their pendings are centered around the river.
Yeah, I know. It's like playing a shell game.
But it's all we got.
- Castillo didn't have any preference? - No, he just said, "Start at the top."
Let's see. That would be—
Gotta be the freight house on 19th.
[Phone Rings]
Okay. Yeah.
Turn around. Head back to Bay Drive Marina.
Slip F-51. That's where Dominguez lives.
Lived. He's dead now.
Got it.
Dominguez is dead.
[Tires Screeching]
There's a pattern.
Six out of the last eight deaths on the river,
Montana Stone has written a statement of some sort.
What about the other two?
Doesn't fit our M.O.
One, there was no rip-off.
The other was a bomb.
She was at the immediate area for all six?
Maybe she was playin' lookout.
Wait a minute.
It's her assignment to monitor drug traffic along the river.
Rico, it's too coincidental.
There is no way that she could have guessed right on all six locales.
Okay, it's pretty incriminating,
but I don't think we should push her over the edge just yet.
How much more do you want?
I don't know.
Where you goin'?
Where do you think?
Montana. Get back here and make yourself useful.
Excuse me.
You been here all night? Why?
Dominguez was killed tonight.
Do you know anything about it?
Are you sure that's what you want to ask me? What do you mean?
Sounds to me like you wanna know whether or not I was involved.
I'm hopin' that's not the case.
Is that true?
There were six instances where dealers went down, and each time you were there.
And you can't buy that? Should I?
You buy anything you want, Tubbs.
I got 50 people here who'll tell you where I was.
I'm hopin' my gut was wrong on this, Montana,
but I got a feeling there's a lot of bad water runnin' down the river.
That "S and l" report was worth nothing.
You said there was gonna be 200 keys. We barely got 200 grams.
I don't care. It's over. I'm out.
I don't think you're hearing me too well here, Stone.
For God's sakes, he was your mentor. He helped you get on the force.
You know what I learned from Dominguez?
There are only two ways to make money.
You either steal it or you marry it, and I ain't met no heiresses.
My deal was to help you sting dealers, not to become an accessory to murder.
Hey, you don't help us on one last hit,
you'll be an accessory to your own.
Hello, Montana.
I guess I had you figured wrong, Detective.
[Woman] Turn to your left.
Turn to your right.
[Chattering]
[Woman] Hey, "D"block, here she comes.
Give her a nice welcome.
[Jeers, Catcalls]
[Jeers, Catcalls Continue]
Hey, baby, you expect to last in here long?
[Buzzer]
Detective Stone? Steven Bloom, P.D. Office.
I'd like to advise that we discuss this matter in private before we go any further.
I'll take that into consideration, Mr. Bloom.
I'm well aware of the drill.
I'd like to find out what Mr. Tubbs is interested in.
I'd at least like to know why.
Does it matter?
Yeah. It matters to me.
Officer, I really think that— Wait.
I'd like to know what happened.
Colón and I started as partners...
on traffic detail.
One night we pulled over a Jag with a broken taillight—
Officer, I must— and discovered...
four keys of blow in the trunk.
I did the paperwork on the collar,
and Colón checked the cocaine into Evidence.
A week later I found out he only checked in two keys.
And the other two?
I challenged him on it, but he just laughed and assured me...
that there was enough of a paper trail to pull me down with him.
He even went so far as to make multiple bank deposits into my account.
When did they start killing dealers?
Not for a couple of months.
He and the other three were shaking down small-time players—
tirateros, "nickel-dimers."
Then Colón got the idea to use the S.O.S. Intelligence files.
Pretty soon they were taking down 200,000 or 300,000 a pop.
And Dominguez?
Colón knew Dominguez was close.
What part did you have?
File access?
Yeah.
A big cut?
Twenty percent.
Why didn't you just drop a dime?
Make an anonymous phone call to Dominguez?
If they went down, they'd take me with 'em.
And so you just let it spiral and spiral, and more people died?
How did you think it was gonna end, huh?
[Sobbing] I don't know.
Look, if I could throw something into the fishbowl here.
I've talked to the D.A. About this. Come on, Bloom.
He's willing to go three-to-five— They'd have her hit so fast.
Man, she wouldn't last a day on the inside.
We'll ask for the Witness Protection Program. She wouldn't last a day in there.
I'll make any deal...
as long as one thing is addressed. Yeah? Like what?
I'll show you.
So am I gonna have to start searching, or are you gonna make it easy? You're lookin' at it.
Come on, Montana. It's too late to start playin' games.
This ain't no game, man.
Out there, that's a game, but these people's lives are at stake.
These people's lives are at stake? It's funny to hear you say that.
Where's the money? Like I said, this is it.
Are you tellin' me that you put 200 easy grand into this place?
[Laughs] It went pretty fast.
The lot cost 125,000.
By the time everybody else got their cut, I was left with 50,000—
for food and medicine and bedding...
and sheets and soap and towels, you know?
Why'd you do it with dirty money?
Why didn't you just go out and get a grant or something?
Oh, right, right. I tried that once.
Ran into a big brick wall.
Probably would have had better luck if I said it was for freedom fighters.
The means justify the ends?
You never once heard me try to justify murder.
I never once heard you try to make it anything better either.
You just don't get it, do you?
I want you to help us with the sting.
Colón is too nervous already about the amount of stuff he's sitting on.
Bring me in as an out-of-town mover. We'll pay him top dollar to take it off his hands.
Look, Tubbs, if you're talking deal— I'm not talking deal.
What I'm saying is, I'll lay it out to my lieutenant,
and if he goes for it, what do you want?
What do I want?
This! [Crowd Murmuring]
The remainder of my cut is sitting in a trust fund to keep this shelter running.
If you want my help,
you make sure that that is untouchable. [Man] Tell him!
I'll do the best I can.
[Tubbs] Colón's group is still unaware that she's been picked up.
We need her to get me in there to see him.
Colón's gotta know the heat's on him, after the Dominguez death.
Exactly why he's sitting so nervous on all that weight.
Montana can get me in as a New York buyer who can take it off his hands.
There's always a chance you might be recognized from the raid on the river.
No. They didn't recognize me.
[Switek] Even if they did, it wouldn't hurt his own credibility.
All our reports were in-house on that.
They'd never know he was a cop.
I really want a shot at these guys, Lieutenant.
It's the best shot we got. [Tubbs] It's the only shot.
I'll want Special Ops to get a mocked-up surveillance file on Tubbs to cover him.
Two, three hours.
I don't know. He's smart. He may suspect it.
Montana, they'll never check you.
If they suspect anybody, it'll probably be me.
What are we gonna use for a panic code?
How about "down," within a sentence?
Okay, "down" it is.
I'm getting a reading.
One, two, three— Yeah, it's wall to wall.
Look, I know what policy is on this, but if I go in there without a piece,
Colón will smell a setup.
He is a cop.
I could use the backup.
All right.
All right. We're on.
You still clear? Yeah, we're good.
[Montana] Ricardo Cooper, out of New York.
[Colón] I'm sure you understand, Mr. Cooper.
Can't guarantee that your man won't lose his hand in the process.
A risk you have to take, Esteban.
Mr. Cooper's reputation precedes him.
Ain't that right, Montana?
Yeah.
Hey, can we get to the point here?
Something bothering you, Stone?
Yeah, a lot of things bother me, Colón.
Do you want me to make a list for you?
[Chuckles]
That always seems to be your problem, Montana.
Step into my office, Mr. Cooper.
She's having trouble keeping it together.
She'll be all right.
Heads up, girls. We got a late arrival.
Montana tells me you can relieve me of some recently accumulated problems.
Depends on the quantity and the quality.
Excellent quality.
Over 100 kilos.
Let me see it.
Mmm, mmm, mmm! I love it.
- My man. [Chuckles] - What is this?
- You know this guy? - [Colón] Why?
'Cause he's one of the vice cops that came to see Dominguez.
[Montana] What? I checked his file up and down.
- That's it. She dropped it. - All right. We're in. Go.
Go! [Tires Screeching]
[Colón] The only uncertainty here, Montana, is your involvement. Put down the gun.
What? Are you out of your mind?
This man had a book for a file.
- How was I supposed to know? - Put down the gun.
[Machine Gun Fire]
[Groans]
[Tubbs] Montana!
Freeze, Colón!
- Colón, freeze. - [Gunshots]
[Panting]
[Exhales]
We gotta get an ambulance.
No.
How you feelin'? I can't stop thinkin' about her.
Some kind of heart she had.
I just wish she'd used her head a little bit more. Maybe she'd still be around.
Well, she made a mark, Rico.
At least she left something good behind.