[No Audible Dialogue]
You didn't bring a coat.
It's gonna be hot out there once the sun comes up.
- Are you all right? - I'll be okay.
Maybe too hot.
Don't nursemaid me, Rico. I said I'd be okay.
- Okay. - [Sighs] I'm sorry, man.
It's just that...
everybody's smothering me with such...
well-intentioned concern, I'm about to go nuts.
Well, Sonny, goin' undercover in the midst of a high-level mob summit—
It's not exactly R& R.
I'm goin' fishin'.
[Sighs] Don't worry about it.
All I gotta do is put Gutierrez and Manolo together.
And after they go after each other, I'm out of there.
I'm fine.
Sonny, let him run till he exhausts himself. [Reel Spinning]
Yeah, or me. I doubt it.
The energy it took to work this out, to bring both sides together—
I was really impressed.
I was just telling my people there that Sonny Burnett,
he's the Henry Kissinger of the Dade County underworld.
[Chuckling] Oh, yeah, that's me all right.
- I do have my ways of gettin' inside dope. - Such as?
You know how the go-betweens always know more about the people they're dealin' with...
than the people themselves do?
You know? No. What?
For example—
I got the lowdown on Manolo's plan to squeeze you out.
- And it isn't pretty. - I'm listening.
Well, naturally, that kind of information is pretty valuable.
Naturally. And I'd be willing to— [Man] Gentlemen.
Mr. Manolo was sorry that he could not personally be here.
But he wants to wish his new friend, Mr. Gutierrez,
all the best.
Gentlemen of the Manolo organization,
here's to solidarity.
My companeros and I are of one mind on this.
Here's to peace,
prosperity...
and cooperation.
- Gentlemen. !Salud! - [Fishing Reel Spinning]
[Beeping]
Sonny, you better come with me. No way, Alejandro. I'm locked in mortal combat.
No time for explanations. Oh! Here she goes again.
What the hell was that?
Homicide's on its way down here to pick up all of Crockett's files. Get 'em ready.
Lieutenant, shouldn't we— Why aren't we handling this ourselves?
Because Homicide is.
Tubbs. I'm doin' it.
It's okay.
Rico.
[Door Swinging]
What's happening?
You're resting, Mr. Burnett.
Mr. — Resting?
No. You're—
It's okay. Go back to sleep.
Come on, Burnett. Snap out of it.
What were you going to tell me?
- Give him time, Mr. Gutierrez. - How long?
Two days. Two months.
The brain has its own timetable. I, uh—
I wouldn't want to rush him. Of course not.
You want to prolong this high-priced medical fraud.
Amnesia, schizo breakdown— whatever.
Slap him back together.
He has to report to Mr. Manolo.
And I have a few questions to ask him myself.
Mr. Burnett, I've got something for you.
[Clattering]
What you doctors have, I don't want. I don't blame you.
When we release you to Mr. Gutierrez, uh,
you might be getting into something that's, uh, over your head.
Yeah? So what?
You know what you are?
Yeah. I'm Sonny Burnett.
What you are, what you do.
- No. - You drive a Ferrari sports car.
Keys are in your pocket.
Police are looking for you.
And my guess is that you're a drug dealer.
Course, that's your business, but, uh,
I just wanted to forewarn you because, uh, Mr. Gutierrez—
He's a cold-blooded man. Believe me.
- Why should I? - Well, you—you don't have to.
It just might save your life, but that's up to you.
Hello, Mr. Burnett. Welcome to Fort Lauderdale.
Who are you? Polly Wheeler, Mr. Manolo's assistant.
He's anxious to meet you finally.
You seem to have come through your little trauma relatively unscathed, Mr. Burnett.
Except without a memory, you mean.
But I daresay his other faculties are intact.
So, what's the deal?
Business can wait... for now.
Welcome to our little burg, Mr. Burnett.
I think you'll find it restful enough, after Miami.
I'm rested enough.
What else is there to do around here?
These are my champion fighters, retired of course.
Quixote and Diablo.
They're symbols of my past—
the humble beginnings, the backstreets, the dirt.
Cheer up. Some of us would be happy to forget the past.
Easy for you to say.
You didn't bring me here to talk about the past.
[Chuckles] You're quite right.
I got plenty of things for you to do once you're rested and ready.
Like I said, I'm ready.
Okay. Whoever sabotaged my peace conference on the boat there,
he's out to stir things up in Miami.
You mean set up a little, uh, side action for himself.
The word "little" isn't in my vocabulary, Mr. Burnett.
We're talking 400, 500 million a year.
Anyway, get to the bottom of it for me.
[Rooster Crows]
Speak of the devil. How you doing, Sonny?
Fine, thank you.
Alejandro, isn't it?
That's right.
Glad to see your memory coming back, Sonny.
Yeah. What brings you here?
Miguel and I have to put our heads together,
figure out who interrupted our little powwow out there on the water.
Got any ideas?
Not yet.
Sonny, you were about to tell me something out there.
Something about Mr. Manolo. Remember?
Afraid not.
What happened? Did you hurt your arm?
Hurt my—
[Chuckles]
You're a kidder.
Anyway, this thing is coming off tomorrow.
Maybe you'll be as fortunate with your memory.
We were both lucky we weren't blown to freakin' bits.
[Footsteps Departing]
[Sighs]
Yeah. It was a freakin' miracle.
I understand that Doris Gumble lives here.
Thank you.
Doris Gumble.
I'm Detective Ricardo Tubbs, Miami Vice.
Vice? I love vice. [Laughs]
I need to ask you a few questions.
Well, I didn't figure you come here for a quick... dip.
Do you work for Interkey Corporation? No.
Interkey Corporation. Care of Doris Gumble. "120" Ocean Drive.
Okay, so I used to.
I'm not in the mood for games, Doris.
I want to know where I can find Mr. Manolo, and I want to know now.
Last I heard, he moved everything out of Miami.
Where to? Lauderdale.
Lauderdale. Thank you. Not at all.
So, what's the difference?
Besides, I like hoods.
They're so much more up front with their treachery.
Hey. Sonny.
You come up with that thing yet?
What thing was that?
You know, our conversation here at the pool.
Sonny's a great guy, huh, baby?
Big and all brass.
You know, I did remember one thing. What's that?
I remembered seeing you light a cigar when I was in the hospital.
With that arm.
What are you talking about?
You were out of your gourd at the hospital.
You were seeing spiders on the walls. Remember?
I'm talking— What are you getting so defensive about?
You don't have anything to worry about.
Do you?
[People Chattering, Laughing]
Sonny.
You two know each other?
Gino, Sonny Burnett.
Yeah. Hey, Gino. How you doin'? Sonny.
Alejandro's your man.
What? Mm-hmm.
That hurt arm of his, it's bogus.
I saw him fire up a stogie back in Miami with both hands.
After the explosion? Mm-hmm.
Alejandro. The man insists on forcing my hand.
Gino, you have a deal to take care of. Get going.
I'll go with. No. You stay here. Get some rest.
I don't need rest. I like to stretch.
Relax.
What's going on?
I got vacation days comin', and I'm taking them.
It's all in the note.
[Sighs] We've covered this.
Homicide's handling ongoing. In Miami?
Lauderdale's being brought up to speed.
It's out of our hands, Rico.
I'll see you, Lieutenant. Rico.
You couldn't have stopped it.
No. But you know, Lieutenant,
there's no body, there's no trace, no nothin'.
I know.
We gotta find the body.
That's exactly what I plan to do.
[Man] It's cool.
[Man #2] Let's get going.
Hey. Why don't we just take it all?
- Easy does it, bud. - [Groans]
Sonny, how the hell did you know he was back there?
I may be short-circuited a little, but I know this game.
[Gunshot]
Good evening, gents.
You wanna hand it over? What do we do with them?
Who cares?
I got an idea. This way. Move!
Get in there.
You boys behave.
Good morning.
Same to you.
Okay, you're not a morning person. Now I know.
You're expected in an hour.
Just like summer camp, huh? [Magazine Snaps]
You always this efficient?
Not always. Sometimes I come all undone.
I noticed.
That's cold, Burnett.
I agreed to another three-key deal with the Arzaminis.
Three lousy keys. You set it up?
Maybe you don't want a deal, period.
What are we arguing about?
We're all doing well. We can afford to share.
That's exactly right.
A windfall profit, from Mr. Burnett.
I heard about that. Pretty slick.
Very slick.
Maybe you should take him along to meet the Arzaminis.
Sure, Miguel. Why not?
[Laughing]
The beard fooled me for a second, but I had it.
Yeah, looks like we both been through some changes. Yeah.
Hey, congratulations. Oh, thanks.
Uh, actually, uh—
- Is there someplace we can talk? - Yeah, sure.
How's the family? Fine, fine. Right this way.
So everything's all right? Everything's okay, man. Everything's movin' on.
Look at you. Yeah.
Sergeant RolandoJordan. [Laughing]
Got your own office. Well, be it ever so humble— But it's home, you know?
You married? Yeah.
Is it love? It's legal.
This is some weird stuff, Sarge. Sorry.
That's okay. Jimmy Hagovich, meet Ricardo Tubbs.
Tubbs works Vice at Miami.
Hope your visit's more pleasure than business.
I wish I could say that. I know the feelin'.
[Tubbs Clears Throat]
My partner in Miami was killed in action.
I'm sorry, Rico.
He was onto this Colombian.
Guy had a beachhead in Miami, but I think his primary's here.
So you might say I'm fishin'.
- Anything I can do. Anything. - Yeah. We could start with a guy in your file.
His name's Manolo.
- What is it? - Not Miguel Manolo?
- Yeah. Why? - Manolo's got his hands in someone's pockets, man.
Every time we make a move, his organization picks it up on their newsletter.
- We've already lost two undercovers. - We'll get him together.
Internal Affairs has got the lid clamped tight on this one.
Manolo's strictly off-limits until we plug the leak.
Just push me in the right direction.
Hey, come on, Ro. I can't.
It would mean my badge.
Yeah.
Like I said,
I guess a lot of things have changed.
It's been over 30 minutes.
You sure we at the right drop?
[Scoffs] The Arzaminis. I should have known.
They couldn't find their butts with both hands.
Miguel. Nada.
Yo no sé.
He wants you.
[Handset Settles In Cradle]
The deal doesn't go down,
because a deal doesn't exist.
Am I right?
Burnett.
Manolo knows you planted the bomb.
Is that the little news item you've been saving for me?
Correct me if I'm wrong.
Miguel wants me in the past tense. Is that it?
You're gonna make a good company man, Mr. Tight Lips.
But I think you'd make a better partner.
Come on. I gotta do a song and dance here?
You're smart enough to know you ought to be cut in on the principal profits.
And then I'm smart enough to know...
that I don't need a partner to tell me that.
Maybe you should give it a chance to settle.
Considering your head injury and all,
maybe your judgment is a little cloudy.
[Hammer Cocks]
- Well, actually, my recall is startin' to work just fine. - Why is that?
I just remembered what it sounds like when you cock a.38.
[Gunshot]
If this performance streak continues, Mr. Burnett,
I shall be forced to make you extremely comfortable here.
Well, at least you're twisting in the right direction.
[Rings]
Yeah. [Jordan] It's me. How you makin' out?
Well, I've had better weeks.
I have something here you might find of interest.
I don't know. It just came in. Shoot.
Homicide just had a body wash ashore— one Alejandro Gutierrez.
Up here in Lauderdale? Yeah. That's why I thought it was strange.
Didn't you say he went down on the same boat as your partner?
Yeah. Yeah, he did.
Well, autopsy says differently.
There's no indication here of an explosion or drowning.
What? Gunshot wound— to the head.
And within the last 10 hours.
Are you sure about this? Right in front of me.
I gotta make contact with Manolo.
It's the only way we've got into this thing, Ro, and you know that.
You gonna have to do that on your own. I.A.D. Would have my badge.
Just point, and I'll find my way.
Well, he runs a trendy dockside gallery called Feature.
He launders a lot of money through it. Just be careful.
Yeah. Thanks. Later.
[Wheeler] Depends on what you like.
It's interesting how we got this, but that's another story.
Take care. Bye-bye.
Well?
Well, what? Well, what do you think?
Not bad. A little overwrought for my taste.
And what is your taste, Mr. — Cooper.
What's your name? Polly Wheeler.
That's nice. Um, I'm a little more of a realist, I think.
Well, I'm sorry. We don't have anything that runs to your taste here, Mr. Cooper.
Well, I was wondering if maybe—
[Tubbs On Speaker] Perhaps that situation might be remedied.
Perhaps a meeting with Mr. Manolo.
Mr. Manolo doesn't make himself available to amateur investors.
Here's the number of my motel.
Tell Mr. Manolo that I'm in town for a couple of days,
and I'm far from amateur.
Ciao.
Later. We'll see.
Look, man, I gotta have more to offer him than my maxed-out plastic.
If he calls. Oh, he's gonna call.
Tubbs, you're a free agent here.
I can't requisition front money for you without a legitimate, authorized reason.
Reason. Right! I'm gonna give you a reason.
He killed a cop! Okay, so it happened in Miami.
But that makes it every cop's problem.
I know that, but our budget isn't like yours.
$ 10,000 buys us a lot of street action.
[Sighs] Come on, Ro.
Get it for me, man.
Look, I promise, it'll open doors to bigger and better things.
[Drawer Slides Open]
Thanks, man. Thanks. Yeah, yeah.
You're forgetting something. Oh, I'll be back for the cash. Don't worry.
- I mean your backup. - Uh-uh.
Uh-uh? What do you mean uh-uh? You want help? Take the help.
- I can handle it. - Just do me one favor then, okay? Or no money.
What's that? I want you carrying pounds.
[Laughs] Hey, hey. Try to remember—
You're a cop and not some revenge-bent gunslinger.
You want the money? That's the deal.
I'll be back for the cash. [Chuckling]
I know you will. You're really somethin'.
Why didn't you come to me with this sooner?
[Man] Because itjust happened.
And besides, there's been a sudden lack of movement...
on anything related to the file as oflate.
Specific orders?
Indirect from Jordan.
He didn't want any movement on you at all.
- Then why does this Cooper— - It's Tubbs.
- "Cooper" is his, uh, cover. - And his interest in me?
He's lookin' to avenge his partner's death.
The guy supposedly bought it undercover on a boat.
In an explosion.
What was this cop's name?
Crockett. Sonny Crockett.
This man has gotten very close to me.
He's in a position to inflict great damage.
Hey, if he's undercover, he's out of his mind.
Guy's killed for you.
[Manolo] There's one way to find out what he is or isn't.
Yeah, I realize that 10 grand is not a lot of money for a man like you, Mr. Manolo.
No. I understand.
It's "good faith" money.
Please, don't worry about the amount.
Oh, and Mr. Cooper,
go to the back door of the gallery, if you don't mind.
After hours and all that.
Yeah, no problem.
[Group Singing Rock]
[Continues]
[Thunderclap]
[Thunder Continues]
[Wind Blowing]
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[Gasps]
[Panting]
Are you okay?
Yeah. Yeah, forget it.
Well, that's about it.
Take a couple of aspirin, and don't call in the morning.
I'm playing golf. Yeah, thanks, Doc.
It's probably got a few miles on it, but if I were you—
Don't waste your breath. He's hardheaded and thick-skinned.
I had to put a gun to his head to get him to wear the thing.
Take care of yourself. Okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I will. Thanks.
Are you sure about this?
I told you, man.
You also told me it was dark. Not that dark.
And I know what I saw, damn it.
So you're gonna call Castillo, I presume. Yeah, right.
"Hey. Guess what, Lieutenant.
"Crockett is here, and he's alive...
and usin' his old partner Tubbs for target practice."
Here you go. Thanks.
Rico.
He was your partner.
It just doesn't add up. Yeah, I know.
But the fact still remains,
somebody in here fingered me for a cop.
I.A.D. Won't budge.
I don't even know if they have an idea of who it might be.
I didn't want to have to tap him, but—
Can I use your phone?
Yeah. Let me speak to him.
Hey, Lieutenant. It's me.
Do you happen to have any pull with local I.A.D. Up here?
- Yes? - Unless you think he's a bad shot, the results are in on your boy.
I need a favor. The target's right here, as big as life.
So, Burnett's a cop.
Pity.
It's unbelievable...
how many lines that guy must have stepped over.
Much further than you would ever go. Am I right, Jimmy?
Yeah, that's right. Until now.
Now wait a sec. Come on. I don't have to get—
You don't have much choice, Jimbo.
They're this close to me. They're that close to you.
Sit down, Burnett.
I don't wanna sit down.
Sit down. Relax. Please.
Unless things have changed, I'm not being paid by the hour.
That's why I called you in here.
I just got a line on a freelancer with a hundred grand burning a hole in his pocket...
and no one to relieve him ofhis cash.
The deal's set for the gallery dock, and Jimmy Hagovich will run interference for you.
I don't want him.
He knows the man. He knows the place.
Once he sets you up with the guy, you're in charge.
You follow me?
I'll use the boat.
That's a good idea.
Outside the marina, there's a whole big ocean.
He's right here.
Yeah, this is Tubbs.
I.A.D. Has a cop possibly fingered.
Yeah? A DetectiveJames Hagovich.
It's Hagovich.
Lieutenant, there's something really wrong with Sonny.
We've gotta get to him.
He's got to know about your partner.
We'll take the gallery. I'll have a couple cars sent to the house.
You know how to drive this freakin' thing?
Don't worry about it. You know how to navigate? Sure.
Why don't you just tell me where we're goin'?
Save us a lot of aggro later.
What are you talkin' about?
Every time I take a ride with one of Manolo's pals,
they start to get trigger spasms.
I don't blame you.
I'm gettin' kinda sick of Manolo's crapola myself.
Maybe we could deal together.
Ah, I don't think so.
I don't deal with dirty cops.
Look who's talkin'.
You're good, Crockett.
But you're not that good. You start 'em up.
Name's Burnett.
Yeah, whatever.
[Engine Starts]
That's B-U-R-N-E-double T.
Sonny!