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- I can't keep this up.
- Just keep walking, baby, okay?

Just keep walking.

Why? You think
I'm just gonna walk this off?

Easy, all right?
We'll find somebody soon, all right?

We're gonna score, right?
Tell me we're gonna score.

- All right! Come on.
- My friends call me Santa Claus.

Yeah, but we ain't your friends...

so just get lost, puke.

- Yours, mama.
- No. Come back. Don't go.

- Don't let him go.
- He's just a cop.

Why don't you look again, baby?

Get me high.

Okay, you got it, mama.

- Come on.
- You got some stuff?

Yeah, I got it. Got to keep her together.

- She needs some bad.
- We'll take care of her.

Come on, lizard.
Take us somewhere.

You talking to me?

No, I'm not talking to you, Stan.

Back up.

- I'm not getting anything, Larry.
- What's wrong with this?

$1 million.

They're gonna pay this guy $1 million
not to play football next year.

When I was laid up in the hospital
with my knee in a thousand pieces...

I didn't even get a box of chocolates.

- Tubbs.
- Yeah.

We lost them.

Hey, cupcake. You're looking sharp.
They're with me.

Don't mind Gary.
He died three years ago.

Come on.

Hey.

I hope you're not gonna speedball.

Had a problem with a damn guy last night.
Blood all over the place.

Put this one on my tab.

This pop's on me.

Luther might dance, and Luther might joke...

but Luther's gonna get you well.

And then you're gonna do for Luther.

Ain't that right, sugar?

We gotta find
the shooting gallery.

There's Royco,
Miami's favourite junkie.

- If anybody knows, he will.
- Get him!

I didn't do nothing, man!

- Where's the fix-it shop?
- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Read my lips, Royco. Where?
- Man, I want to see a lawyer.

You're gonna need a coroner.
Where, you little worm?

We don't care about you!
Where's the gallery?

Glades Hotel, Room 419.

Grade A, baby.

This stuff's gonna make you fly, sugar.

Then me and you, we're gonna get down
and talk about some real business.

All right?

Everybody, freeze!

- Miami Vice. Freeze!
- Crockett!

Freeze! Don't move!

- What took you so long?
- Stopped for doughnuts.

Must be a fire escape. Cover me.

No fire escape.

...wanted for a murder in Broward.

Zito, Switek, can I see you in my office?

Look who else made
tonight's guest list. Fifth one down.

Headlines in tomorrow's social register.
Mark Jorgenson, Jr.

Isn't his old man the guy that buys
and sells corporations like used cars?

Mr. Wall Street raider himself,
number 387 on Forbes' 400.

Since when do you read Forbes, Crockett?

When I'm at the dentist.

- Tubbs, let's go shake this kid out.
- I'll call you later.

The police report says here this is
your second of fence in eight months, Mark.

You violated probation, pal.

I just love it when
you poor little rich kids slip up twice.

You know why?

'Cause then you're just like everybody else.

What do you want with me?

Not too much, just a couple of names.

- Your dealer, his supplier.
- I can't do that.

What it is, Mark, is you got
some kind of bright future ahead of you.

You don't want to poison it with this.

This is what it is, pal...

you're gonna do every day of six months
just for the possession alone.

By the time you get out,
you'll be the volleyball.

You get my drift?

We're gonna drop the charges.
You got it in writing.

- I can't give up my friends.
- They're not your friends, Mark.

All right.

- I'm Alan Farber with Stoves and Warner.
- I don't give care if you're Bailey and Belli.

Who the hell do you think you are
to bust in here?

I have a court order from
Judge Fairfax for the release of Mark.

Let's go, Mark.

Damn it.

So what else is new?

The Gucci class slips through the cracks.

They do it all the time.

Doesn't mean I have to get used to it.

It was a nice touch
playing the good cop routine.

I wasn't playing.

I've seen guys in the Bronx...

Lower East Side, strung out, slammed down.

They got 1,001 reasons to want to escape...

and 1,001 nights of learning the ropes.

But the saddest thing is an uptown junkie.

They're only into it
because they hurt so much inside.

I hear you.

I got a feeling
this kid can lead us to something.

- Like what?
- Don't lose these.

Dealers that won't get within 10 miles
of nickel-and-dime junkies...

will fall all over themselves to rub shoulders
with a celebrity like Jorgenson.

I figure this kid can hand us
a dozen mid-level suppliers.

Trudy, what were you saying
about Jorgenson a little while ago?

The kid comes from a family
high up on the social register.

He has one prior.

I wanna run it down.
I wanna pull the jacket on the kid...

do a back-trace through the computers
and see what kicks out.

- In the meantime, we'll rattle the kid's cage.
- Piece of cake.

- Nicely played.
- Thanks.

Training for life's hard falls?

Watch your blind side the next time, kiddo.

There he is.

- You played wonderfully.
- Yeah, I fall off pretty good.

Hello, Mark, how are you?

- I'll see you in a while.
- What are you doing here?

I just love polo.
It's one of my real fave raves.

- Hi, there. Sonny Burnett.
- Mary McDermott.

- Pleasure.
- How do you two know each other?

We ran into each other sailing
over at the Cypress Club, literally.

That's nice.

Hi.

Mark, this is Sonny Burnett,
a friend of Mark Jr.'s.

Hi.

I'm gonna hit the showers.

We're gonna meet Philip and Ray
in the bar in about 20.

- Nice to meet you, Sonny.
- My pleasure.

Bye.

Excuse me.

Mark?

Hey, Mary Mac.

Hey.

My father's not here.

Yeah, I know. I'm meeting him.

I heard about last night.

You look good in white, Mary.

You notice how white this whole house is?

Mark, I thought you were over this.

Is white even a colour?

Hello?

Hello.

- Where's Mark?
- He's sleeping.

You mean he's stoned.

Yeah, I think he's a little ashamed
about what happened.

Yeah.

I don't care if he planned to
leverage those assets to buy Trump Tower.

Sell off that inventory
if you can't come up with the money.

Then we'll sue him for breach of contract.

I've had it up to my teeth with these
two-bit, sandbagging wastes of time.

Let them take
their bush-league crap elsewhere.

Can I get you something from inside?

It finally came through?

Yeah, I figured that would please you.

The short interest on that stock is so high...

if we touch it on the open market,
it will explode.

Why don't we take
a 100,000 shares next week?

Sell the T.H.I., that ought to raise
enough capital to cover it.

Thank you, Henry.

I wanted you to know that
Alan seems to think...

he can plead no contest
and get you a suspended sentence.

That sounds fine.

With the proviso that you spend six months
away at a Drug Rehabilitation Centre.

That's like sending me to jail.
No, I won't do it.

- I'm not going.
- You don't have a choice.

You can finish the last semester at school,
of course...

and the polo season.

Felix called from downtown.

Said they're gonna push
the Jorgenson preliminary back to Friday.

- Couple more days of the high life.
- High life, my eye.

If I have to go to one more polo match,
I'll turn in my badge. There you are.

Just love doing you guys' grunt work.

- Come on, honey, we'd do it for you.
- Yeah, right.

- What did you get?
- It's routine stuff on Junior...

being bounced out of prep school
like it was his hobby.

Then I spot the package on the old man.

The whole world has had him under glass.

IRS, Swiss Bank authorities,
Federal Trade.

Last year he was under surveillance
for inside trading, SEC.

They had the whole thing:

they had him surveiled,
they had wire on him.

When Jorgenson got a hold of it,
he took the commission to court...

for harassment and beat them.

The guy was voted most likely to become
Robert Vesco in high school.

There's more. Remember Andre Gilbert?

You mean the coke financier
that married the Italian actress?

This is the company he's been keeping.

Wow.

I didn't expect this
to lead to his own father.

Jorgenson.

Little R and R in Hotel du Cap in Antibes.

I smell a little offshore
money laundering here.

You know what this is?
This is a major thread.

Let's pick it up.
I'll check out those wiretap tapes.

You guys will pick up a couple of hundred
million dollars worth of old money...

some heavy-duty lawyers
and tons of political clout.

So what?

Just because he has money
doesn't mean he's not dirty.

I was just thinking
about you.

And what were
you thinking?

That you're gonna kill me
if I don't watch out.

I still haven't recovered from last night.

- Give me a break.
- I'll go easy on you, I promise.

Please, don't.

Mark, I think I found
a warehouse for the inventory.

The van is delivering here now.

- What?
- I know that sound.

- I wanted to know if you want to see it.
- It's a train.

- A commuter train.
- Good work, Holmes.

You narrowed things down
to a 60-mile stretch.

Sounds like a church clock,
way in the background.

That could be St. Charles.

Are there any warehouses around here?

Over there. Right over there.

Thanks.

Sure. I had the chance
to get in on the ground floor...

with the hot pretzel thing.

Zeb and I could have become
millionaires three times by now.

Right, Zeb?

You ever see anyone unloading
stuff into any of these warehouses?

Sure. Trucks come by here all the time.

- Here.
- Trucks?

- How about vans?
- Vans?

Zeb, didn't we see a green van
come by here the other day?

Sure we did.

Right into that warehouse across the street,
right by the garbage bin.

Crockett.

Have I got a surprise for you, Lieutenant.

About 150 kilos or thereabouts.

Let's see, $40,000,
that's about $5 million wholesale.

Gentlemen, we're looking at
about $75 million on the street.

- Is it Jorgenson's?
- It's somebody's.

Let's sit on it.

There. How about the mission?

Looks good. Let's set up shop.

Looks good from here.

No place like home.
Come on. Let's get the gear.

I'll go check out
who owns the warehouse.

So, who actually owns the warehouse?

The V.B.A. Corporation out of Lauderdale
is the owner of record.

And who owns that?

Ownership of the V.B.A. Corporation
is listed to a Delaware holding company.

And who owns that?

A Bahamian company.

- How long can the string stretch?
- A long way.

I'm sorry. I've spent
two days trying.

I can't get any names. Not stockholders,
not board of directors, nothing.

Phone number, an address, something.

Just the one in the Bahamas
that doesn't answer.

You might try the IRS.

- How long would that take?
- A long time.

Gina.

It's going down now.

Chicken and pizza.

No. That's never gonna work, Stan.

What you got to do
is tell her something outrageous.

When you're right, Lawrence,
you're right.

So forget the truth.
They never believe the truth.

You tell them the truth,
they laugh in your face.

You're right. Lying's easier. It always is.

- It's more natural.
- Sure.

How you doing?

Not a sound.

Get the car.

Freeze! Miami Vice!

What is it?
Were you just helping Jorgenson out?

Doing him a favour?

You don't really know
what was in that warehouse, do you?

Officer, I specifically requested an attorney.

Now, if you persist in questioning me now,
at this time...

without my lawyer being present...

you are in violation
of about four separate statutes.

And any case you think you have,
you're about to blow now.

Lady, this is not a traffic ticket.

What we're talking about is 150 kilos.
That's some serious time.

You better do yourself some good
while you can.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Kilos? Packages?

Was there something with my name on it
or my address?

I heard that the building was for rent...

and I thought it might be suitable
to store some antiques.

Beyond that, I don't know
what you're talking about.

Yeah? What I'm talking about...

is a very pretty lady in her 303...

who's gonna come out of prison
old, tired, and in her 403.

Detective,
I specifically requested an attorney.

Who went with Mary today?

Felix and Jesus. Why, was there a problem?

I lost $5 million. That's a problem.

- Mary's been arrested.
- What? For what?

They say she's been selling narcotics.

She may have even used my offices
and my properties to do it.

You gonna help her?

- You can't let her stay in jail.
- I know.

- I also can't be connected with that thing.
- She's your...

Too many businessmen have become
entangled in this sort of thing.

My credibility would come into question.

Banks are headed up
by a bunch of old women.

You want me to go?

It won't make any difference
to my credibility or reputation.

Don't bring her back here.

Don't worry. I'll bring her to her apartment.

I'll let her know
how worried you were about her.

Damn it! Why can't you ever see
things from my point of view?

It's too depressing.

The lady's like ice.

I don't know what she thinks
she's trying to prove.

- Love.
- Right.

Jorgenson's gonna visit her
every weekend while she's doing time.

It's "take a number
and back in line."

We've got enough for a surveillance
and a wiretap on Jorgenson.

Let's get on it.

Gentlemen.

Good work.

If it's such a good bust,
how come I feel so lousy?

Crockett.

Detain him.

I don't care what you have to do.

You keep him there. We want to talk to him.

I don't believe it.

She's been running the game
for your father all along.

No, I'm sorry. There's just no way.

She keeps him away from it, Mark.
She's his middleman.

That is not who she is.

My father doesn't need to sell drugs.

Why isn't he here to help Mary?

Time to grow up, Mark. Open your eyes.

So what do you want now?
For me to turn the screws on her?

She can help herself.

You can both go to hell.

This was my first experience
in a place like that.

They were more considerate
than I thought they'd be.

Almost polite.

Dad told me to take you to your apartment.

Yeah, I don't think
staying at the house would be wise.

No, I was really surprised.

It was all very antiseptic.

Sort of like a series of job interviews.

He plans to disassociate himself...

to do nothing whatsoever to help you.

At this point, that's the wisest choice.

Don't worry, Mark.

He knows what he's doing.
It's all for the best, really.

May I drop you off first, Mr. Jorgenson?
It's on the way.

- No.
- Yes, please do.

Look, Mark, your caring really moves me...

but I just want to go home
and be alone for a while...

- if that's all right.
- Yeah, sure.

Look, Mary Mac...

if there's anything you want me to do...

anything that, you know, anyway...

I know.

You're a good friend.

But follow your father's lead, Mark...

and keep some space between us,
at least for a while.

- Don't worry.
- I'm not, and don't you.

They're calling it suicide.

- This is Jorgenson's work.
- Absolutely.

He knew it was just a matter
of time before she gave him up.

- It's gonna be hard to prove.
- Maybe not.

- The ends justify the means?
- Take it easy.

I can't! Not when we keep
screwing up people's lives.

They screwed up.

We can't get them on one thing,
so we drive them to something else?

I didn't write the game plan, Sonny.
They did.

Jorgenson killed the girl.

- What else do we do?
- We let him walk?

Of course he walks.

I'm sorry, Mark.

She took the fall for my father,
and this is how he repays her.

You brought me here to see this.

That's right.

Mark, let's take a walk.

What do you want me to do?

We want you to talk to your father.

- Mary's dead.
- I know.

They say she killed herself.

Why?

When your mother died,
I promised myself...

that I would raise you in a way
that would make her proud.

I realize now that...

I failed to keep good on that promise.

But I don't know
where I went wrong.

You did the best you could.

I thought that being a Jorgenson
was enough.

Something in our blood
made us superior to everybody else.

Above it all. Above the law.

Sometimes you remind me
so much of your mother.

- Yeah, weak.
- Not weak.

Sensitive.

When I was a little boy...

I fell and cut my knee.

My father hit me
because I was crying.

A Jorgenson doesn't cry.
I tried to train you to that way of thinking...

make you into a Jorgenson,
tougher and smarter.

I guess that all I was really doing...

was doing what got done to me.

Dad, I...

You know, I always admired
the way you fought it...

- Why didn't you ever tell me that?
- ...the way you rebelled.

Why didn't you tell me these things
a long time ago?

I killed her, Mark. I killed Mary.

No!

You get away!

- You leave him alone!
- It's too late.

Be advised you're under arrest...

charged with conspiracy to
murder in the first degree...

in the death of Mary McDermott.
You have the right to remain silent.

The Constitution requires that
I inform you of this right...

and you need not talk to me
if you do not want to.

You do not have to answer
any of my questions.

Should you talk to me, anything you say
in answer to my questions...

can and will be introduced
into evidence in court against you.

If you want an attorney to be present
at this time, you are entitled to one.

God, I hate these hot winter nights.

I tell you three times already.

He's never coming back here again, man.

Come on.

Tell me something, man.
What we did today...

Good, routine police work.

I'm afraid the kid's gonna end up
OD'd somewhere.

Maybe not. Maybe now
he has a chance.