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- NARRATOR: Every state has its folklore.

Tall tales and legends...

But sometimes, there's a darker story.

A tale not so much told

as whispered.

- [slashing] - MAN: No. [screaming]

[crying, panting] Stop, stop, stop.

- SARGE: They are already here.

- OFFICER 1: Yeah, there sure are. Morning, boys.

- Yeah.

- You know what today is, right? - Oh, what's that?

- They know what today is. - Oh, my gosh. Again?

- Fun day. Hey, where do you think you're going?

- Okay, men. Sarge, can you tell them I can drive sometime?

- SEBASTIAN: Can't drive nothing

- See you at lunch. - All right.

- Bye, guys. - SEBASTIAN: Bye.

- Gracias.

- Gracias.

[indistinct conversations]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[straining] All right.

[overlapping chatter]

- Hey. - Hey.

- Hey, come on. Hey, you. Look.

- What am I doing?

- DISPATCH: [over radio] ...105 North Avenue.

- Behold, the behind the leg kick.

That's it? No applause?

Back here. Yeah, right here, nice kick, hey, pass.

Come on, time to go.

- Hey. [sighs]

I like baseball.

Check this.

[radio chatter]

What's up, guys? - Hey.

Casa Cubano with an Estefan, Sarge.

- You know, I spent three days in a raft

to end up with the most obsessed Cuban dude I've ever met.

- Ropa Vieja is better at Estefan's.

But the yucca at Casa Cubano.

- Enough with the yucca, man.

[speaking Spanish]

- DISPATCH: [over radio] 164, respond.

- 164, go ahead.

- B and E at 9721, Northwest Curve.

Reported a goat and other items stolen. - [chuckles]

A goat? That is some Miami shit right there, right?

- SEBASTIAN: Some Cuban shit.

- Hey, we'll take that.

- No, bullshit. It's their call. We took the last one.

- Copy us Patch 164, put it on our box. We'll check it out.

- Roger 164.

- Order me some Ropa vieja.

- Ropa vieja.

- Hey, what was that all about?

- Nothing.

- You okay? - Yeah.

I'm good.

- I know.

- I'm telling you Casa Cubano is better than Estefan's.

- Well, I just want a burger.

[radio chatter continues]

- There, it's here.

- Dispatch, 164 on site. Checkin' it out. - DISPATCH: Roger that.

[speaking Spanish]

- SEBASTIAN: [in English] Don't work like that, kid.

[speaking Spanish]

- [in English] Great-grandmother. She's up there.

[pounding on door]

- SEBASTIAN: Miami Police.

- Where did the kid go?

- WOMAN: [screaming] No! - Shit.

- WOMAN: [continues screaming] No!

- Gotta kick it. Ready? - Ready?

[door thuds] - Miami Police, we're coming in.

- What the hell.

- [softly] What the fuck is this?

- Man, did you see?

- What the hell, man?

[breathing heavily]

- Seb?

Seb, man, you okay?

Sebastian!

[door thuds]