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I've got gold! Gold!

You got it. I want it.
Give it up.

Lousy night.

Ten chokes, a couple of halfers,
and all I got to show is 300.

Shaney, you said
I could quit soon.

Sure, baby. Sure. Of course. Couple more
nights like this, of course you can quit.

Thank you so much.

Now look out, darlin'. The
contacts are still wet, all right?

Now let's see.
Bad night for you.

Very good night for me.

You had a pair of Porsches,
560 SL and a black Maserati.

That creep!
He's got some kinda vise grip.

It still hurts, Shaney.
Help rub it out, please?

No.

- Okay. There it is.
- All right.

Okay.

B-7-C...

3- 0-2.

Here we go.
Okay. Got it.

Damn!

It's a rental.

Shaney!

Prestige Auto Rentals.
Oh. Hello.

Um... Uh, look, my car was hit in
a parking lot by a black Maserati...

with your license plate
holder on it.

Did you get the number?
I did actually, yes.

It's B-7-C-3-0-2.

It's rented to an Ernesto Guerrero.

He's listed at 163 Bayshore.
The number's 555-9967.

Thank you so much.

- Shaney doesn't love Cinder anymore.
- Shh!

Digame.

Ernesto Guerrero?

Si. Who is this?

Your worst nightmare, mate.

Second Avenue, busty little thing
named Cinder got into your Maserati.

Well, I got pictures.
And you got trouble.

- No. You can't.
- Shut up!

Now, Ernesto, there's a little
alleyway off Second Avenue.

I want you to be there
in an hour with $5,000 cash.

All right?

Or you'll be reading about
yourself in the Post-Dispatch.

Ernesto!

You know, you Latino businessmen
are my best customers.

In fact, when you
get down to Miami,

the first thing you wanna do
is get your, um, oil changed.

It's all there... Pancho.

Homicide called. It's a double.

Why call us in on it? The girl in the bag
had 11 priors for pandering and prostitution.

I booked her myself last week.

Any address?
Trudy's pulling the papers now.

Who's in the other bag?
The name is Shane Dubois.

The Vette outside the alley is
registered to him. Probably her pimp.

We called D.M.V. and guess what?

Surprise me.
He used to work for 'em.

He was fired for insubordination.

Refused to cut his hair.

I guess he got more
than a haircut.

Yeah, Trudy?

On the booking form she gave
her address as 4285 Second Avenue.

Sounds like The Tropical.
Yeah.

That fleabag dive of a hotel
off 15th Street.

I don't have to do this, you know.
Not without a paper.

Well, we're proud
of you, Sy.

Oy vey!

Later, Sy. We'll say
good-bye when we leave.

Hey, Sonny.
Come look at this.

Hey, man.
Take a look at this.

Oh, very cute. He's accessed
the Department of Motor Vehicles.

He'd have his girls
work the corner.

- Take pictures of the Johns.
- Run the license plates.

And give 'em a call and say, "Ante up,
boys, or see your pictures in the paper.”

Eight-to-five, we got the killer
right here on film.

El "American Way."

Thank you,
Comandante Guerrero.

The flow of narcotics, gentlemen,

can no longer be dealt with
on a country-to-country basis.

Now, with newly allocated
drug-fighting funds from Washington,

we will be able to apply the latest
in weaponry and electronic surveillance.

Thank you. Thank you, gentlemen.

That's all for today.
I'll see you in the morning.

I understand you have
a problem. No problem.

I just find it impossible
to operate in Miami.

I think I can help.
Really?

Officially or unofficially?
Don't be ridiculous.

There's no way to get you people
anything officially.

Anything?

Woody's,
a bar in the Hotel du Cap.

130 a.m.
My associate will find you.

No, no, sir. Listen, nobody wants
to book you for soliciting. Okay, pal?

We just want to know where
you were last night.

N...

Well, uh, I'm very,
very sorry, Reverend.

Yes. Sorry.
Thank you.

Any leads?

No, I'm O for 4. I just got a
minister who drives a 911...

and he was at prayer meeting
at the time of the murders.

Anything? Anyone?
Goose egg.

Still checking.
Most of mine are out.

This could take all day. Uh,
can you hold? Just one second.

Lieutenant, all of mine
were a wash except for one.

A black Maserati was rented by a guy named
Guerrero, Skyline Drive over in Biscayne.

Talk about a long shot.

I'll tell Gina and Trudy to run theirs
down. It's the only live one we got.

Get over to Biscayne.
Find him.

If it's real, he may try to skip.
We don't have much time. Get on it.

He is late.

I'm sorry, but I'm waiting
for someone.

Yes, I know.
You are waiting for him.

He's a very important man.

You must be joking.

I wouldn't touch him
for a thousand bucks.

Maybe you touch him
five times now.

This is for you, sir.

Let's go.

Captain Guerrero.

Glad to see
we're off to such a positive start.

I don't trust my mother.
Why should I trust you?

Your mother can't satisfy
your needs anymore. I can.

Ah. That would make me
very happy,

but I don't like to be
made unhappy.

1,000 Detonic long slides,
recoil compensators,

fixed combat sights,
20-round magazines,

300 Mossberg 870's,
50 AR-15's.

This for your gun club or are you
planning to invade Uruguay?

Can you deliver?

Can't foresee any problem.
Anything else?

100 Enco Mark IV's,
side-loading.

Barrel extensions?
Yes, with 32-round mags.

Hundred rounds per,
plus shipping...

3.4 mil U.S.

That is with the usual
sales incentive for you.

Soon as the cash on the deal hits my account,
I move two percent across Zurich to you.

Five percent.

Comandante, this is
a "no export list" sale.

I've got to use cutout countries for my
transshipment. That more than doubles my cost.

Three percent,
high as I go.

Wait a minute.
Hold your water.

3.75 to you,
plus...

throw in a gross of these.

P7 M13.

Squeeze-integrated cocking.

Deal.

Spectacular.

There's just one more item.
What's that?

Baseballs.
No way.

Too tough an item.

I'll pay top dollar. Uh-uh.
I can't afford the attention.

They'll shut me down.

You can't afford not to,

or I'll shut you down right now.

- This is it.
- Yeah.

Yeah, Trudy?

Gina and I just finished. All Cinder's other
Johns have alibis for the murder night,

so the guy in the Maserati,
he looks good for it.

Yeah, we're at the address now
and here he comes.

Guten Morgen.

Yeah. Anything
since last night?

Oh! A couple of dogs fell in love
and started a family about six hours ago.

Other than that...

Wait a minute.

Looks like you guys got here
just in time.

There's some people
exiting the house.

Two guys in a Maserati
heading my way.

All right, Switek, loop around
the front.

I don't want him gettin' too far.
Right.

Miami Vice!
Exit the car slowly!

Real slow.

Unload that jacket there,
big boy.

Right down there. Tell your
babysitter to do the same thing.

Get up against the car.
Up against the car...

and spread them fingers, now.
What is the meaning of this violation?

Well, you see, somebody threw
a double murder the other night.

And rumor has it
that you were the host.

"General Ernesto Guerrero.

Policia De Nacional.
Santiago, Chile."”

Well, let me tell you somethin',
Ernie.

Down there in Chile,
this may give you a license to kill.

Here in Miami,
it don't mean squat.

Don't expect any diplomatic
immunity up here...

'cause you ain't got none.

Visiting police officers in this
country are considered private citizens.

Tell me somethin' Ernie,
where were you three nights ago?

If this was my country,
you would be dead by now.

Yeah, well we got a little legal technicality
up here called the Sixth Amendment.

Keeps us from shootin'dogs
like you when we arrest you.

Rico, read 'em the card.

Cut 'em loose!

The hell are you?
Brody, D.E.A.

This man is a guest
of the Justice Department.

My apologies, General Guerrero.
You're free to go.

Not until this peasant picks up
my gun.

Be a cold day in July, pal.

General Guerrero is an ally of ours in
the war against the Andean coke cartel.

No kidding?

To me he just looks like another
cattle prod specialist...

with an over-active
libido.

Hey, look, the D.E.A.
Does not have jurisdiction.

Guerrero's a suspect in double
homicides and he has to be questioned.

Tomorrow morning,
10:00 a.m., my office.

Teach your friend some manners.

This is nuts.
What are we waitin'for?

This guy could be halfway
to Santiago by now.

Brody assured me
he'll be here for questioning.

You think that'll get us
a wiretap?

Doubtful.

Even if it could, we can't tap
a consulate without state approval.

Fat chance.
Why not?

"Cause the wind down in Chile's
been blowin' from the far right since '73.

So? D.C. not gonna upset
the rabid anti-Communist.

To the point of covering up
for murder?

They may not have to. If we can't come up with
a stronger case against Guerrero, he walks.

We may have caught some luck,
according to this rental agreement.

Guerrero's Maserati
has a car phone.

And?

Well, car phones are basically
just radios.

They've got open frequencies that
transfer from zone to zone by repeaters.

- So?
- So, as long as we stay in the same grid,

we can lock onto the frequency
and monitor all the calls.

Means we don't need a warrant.

You think that'll hold up
in court, Lieutenant?

If we lay out our probable cause,
stress exigent circumstances,

minimize our monitoring to
relevant conversations, it might fly.

That sounds like a "yes" to me.

Digame.

Where the hell have you been?
We've had a plane standing by at Opa-locka all day.

I'm not ready to leave yet.
My business is not finished.

Yeah? Well, Vice is gettin' ready
to put you out of business... permanently.

Do I sound worried?
You should be.

Your gold star doesn't cut
any ice up here.

I will leave when
your associate delivers.

It's a delivery that I assume
will profit you as well.

I'm only in this
for the finder's fee.

Ten grand isn't enough for me to risk
my pension. Fine, we'll make it 20.

Does that calm your nerves? D.E.A.
Brought you here, but I'm your handler.

Anything embarrassing happens,
it's my butt that gets barbecued, mister.

So while you're in Miami,
do me a favor.

Leash the libido.

You say you can pick this guy up
with an ordinary police scanner?

Same thing the feds used to crack
the Pizza Connection case in New York.

Trust me.

Hotel du Cap.
Speed Stiles, please.

We trust you.

Is the, uh, order filled?

All but the specialty item.
Other toys'll be shipped.

The load should reach Puerto Barrios
in Guatemala, four to six weeks.

Come on.
Damn it, Stan.

You'll have it tomorrow, but you're gonna
have to take delivery here in Miami and...

I lost him.

We didn't get much more
than a name.

Guerrero called the du Cap
to a guy named Speed Stiles.

Stiles. I'll run that through
the computer and see what I get.

Yeah. Do that.
Homicide just called.

We got a related
over at the Tropical.

You're kidding.
Suicide?

Bring back all the records,
including ballistics.

I'm sure we could give them odds
on the type of gun.

I think I'll tag along
just to check this one out.

We'll meet you over there.

Rumor has it this one's
of interest to you guys.

A full confession
to your double homicide.

It says, " Mother of God,
forgive me.

I'm sorry for taking the lives of the
young prostitute and her boyfriend."

How convenient. Yeah, don't ya
just love the symmetry of it all?

Looks like Guerrero won't have
to stand for questioning after all.

Why the hell not?
Give me a break.

Ramon always drives
Guerrero's car.

You've got blackmail pictures
of the dead hooker getting into it.

Tonight he not only confesses, but
he kills himself using the same gun.

And I guess Guerrero was home
making chili rellenos through all this.

As a matter of fact, he was
in his quarters at the consulate.

I have notarized statements from the staff,
swearing to his presence during both incidents.

Look, it was obviously Ramon
in the car.

Guerrero never drives himself, and there
was only one man in the car in the pictures.

Case closed. Wait a minute.
We got proof that says...

Give it up, Switek.

We're just gonna have to swallow hard
on this one. Agent Brody has the evidence.

We don't.

Far be it for us to question
the wisdom of the D.E.A.

When he's right, he's right.

...but the specialty item.
Other toys'll be shipped.

The load should reach Puerto Barrios
in Guatemala, four to six weeks.

After that, you're on your own.
You think he's shoveling snow?

Miami to Guatemala?

Wrong direction. Besides, "toys"
is a Company word for munitions.

He's runnin' guns.
Maybe.

Chile's been off-limits to U.S.
Munitions exports since '76...

when Carter accused Pinochet
of using death squads.

Play the rest.

This is where
we started to lose it.

We should run it through Special Operations.
Maybe they can sweeten the audio.

It's worth a shot.
Push it.

Stop acting like an old lady.
You have been well paid.

Not if I do time as an accessory
to murder one.

And who am I supposed to have
killed now?

Did you really think that they would buy
that Ramon did himself?

A guilty conscience
is a heavy burden, friend.

They have nothing.

No. They've got something.
I don't know what it is.

One of the cops slipped. They tried to
cover it up, but they know something.

I'd bet my life on it.

If you cross me,

it'll be a bet
you're going to lose.

You have nothing to worry about.

I'm leaving the country
before they can do anything.

- When are you leaving?
- Tomorrow, 4:00. Chalk Air.

Don't miss it.

The report says that they
cut out all the highs,

added some bass response.

Well, let's see what we got here.
You can just barely make it out.

Is the, uh, order filled?

All but the specialty item.
Other toys'll be shipped.

The load should reach Puerto Barrios
in Guatemala, four to six weeks.

After that, you're on your own.

And the, uh, C.B.U.?

Did he say C.B.U.?
Sounded like it.

...weeks. After that, you're on
your own. And the, uh, C.B.U. 's?

What's a C.B.U.?

Canisterized Bomblet Units.

Cluster bombs.

In country, the V.C.
Called 'em "bombies."

We called 'em
"baseballs of death."

The U.S. halted their arms
shipment to Chile in 1976.

Since then, they've developed
their own heavy weapons industry...

with customers
like Iran and Iraq.

Their chief export
is cluster bombs.

So why is Guerrero pulling out the stops
for these if he can get 'em at home?

I'm not sure.

Do you think this could be news
to Brody and the other D.E.A.

I don't wanna tip our hand
till we find out where Brody stands.

It's my feeling he's a rogue and the D.E.A.
Doesn't know a thing about it.

What's this?
An ex-Company munitions expert.

He might have a personal
interest in this.

I want the rest of you
to concentrate on Stiles.

He's got five outstanding warrants.

All we have on him is some
phone calls from a hotel.

Divide them up
and run them down.

We're running out of time.

That's enough shrapnel
to take out a tank.

Pretty amazing, huh?

Just a couple hundred years ago
we were still throwing stones.

Yeah, wonderful progress
we're making, isn't it?

Yeah.
That's the genuine item.

Dead, of course.

Yeah. Well, the lieutenant said you might
have a personal interest in these things.

Well that's not hard to figure,
huh?

I mean, the sleeper version of that
is what bought me this chair.

The sleeper?
Yeah. It's the new, improved version.

It lays dormant in the ground
until stepped on.

There's nothin'like hearin'that click and
knowin'that your next step is gonna be your last.

So, uh...

These guys don't know the difference
between soldiers and non-combatants,

is that what you're tellin' me?
Exactly.

Strictly anti-personnel.

They've been outlawed in 20 countries
and many of their victims are children.

After I lost these, I came back,

I started running point against Washington,
try and get the U.S. to stop buildin' 'em.

I'm havin' a problem with something.
How come...

If Chile is the biggest
exporter of these guys,

how come Guerrero
wants a U.S. model?

Ah. Chile doesn't have the sleeper
version. Very difficult to manufacture.

And Guerrero knows this is the hot ticket
in the Middle East.

Hey, if they could build
a better mousetrap...

Thank you.

Yeah, I'll hold.

Another outcall service.

This guy Stiles,
he's in his room four days,

sends out for pizza nine times,
hookers twice.

Guess who Stiles
called last week?

Get a warrant.
Any other leads?

I'm workin' on this
904 area code.

Yeah. Yeah. No. No, Stiles.

Wiley's Surplus.

Hello. Who the hell's
callin'? Sorry. Wrong number.

Huh. It's a surplus place
in Echols.

That's where
the air force base is.

It's the biggest munitions
depot in the South.

The punctuality is appreciated.

You have them?

Expensive, but worth it.

The man is a major U.S. asset
in Latin America.

He's a sadistic head-case who also happens to be
running an off-the-books deal for cluster bombs.

What?
What did you say?

The hell is he talking about?

Talkin' about a gun-runner
by the name of Stiles.

Wanted in six countries.
Look familiar?

Yeah.
Mm-hmm.

He's an ex-A.T.F. agent.

He used to work for you when you were
with Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms.

And, uh, I don't suppose
you've seen him since, right?

No.
No, of course not.

So the phone call he made to you at your
home last week must have been a wrong number.

Look.

Guerrero helps us out sometimes. He was
having some trouble getting some small arms.

There's an embargo. Mm-hmm.
So you put him next to Stiles?

Yeah. He helps us take out
the garbage sometimes.

Well, your buddy sold a C.B.U.
Sleeper unit from Echols.

We wouldn't have known about it, except
for Guerrero's got a horn for hookers.

And we figure he's gonna get out
with it sometime today.

What's his exit point? I don't know
what the hell you're talking about.

I'm talkin' about four $5,000 CD's
placed in your account by an S. Stiles.

It's all legal.
We have a warrant.

You can either talk to us
or you can talk to the U.S. Attorney.

Anybody else at D.E.A.
In on this?

The way I see it,

you got one chance to beat
hard time as a coconspirator.

He's here.
All set.

Attention, please.

- Chalk's International Flight 200 for Paradise Island, the Bahamas...
- I got 'em.

Will be ready for boarding
momentarily.

Wait for my order.

Team Two, slowly move in on the pilot
and stop him from going on the airplane.

Easy.

Freeze!

- Back off!
- No!

Oh, God! No!

I got enough explosives here
to take all of us.

- You'll go down with it.
- I got nothing to lose. You try me.

Everybody step down off the steps.

Stay!

Move over there! Move!
Oh, God.

Go ahead.

Good.
That's nice.

Oh, God!
Pick it up. Pick it up.

- Pick it up.
- Oh.

This sweet little lady and I are
gonna get on that plane.

And everybody's
gonna be real nice. Right?

Oh! Oh, God.

Oh!

Close the door!

It's not gonna get that far. I didn't get
a chance to put any gas in the plane.

Crockett, stay with the plane.