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(Rock)

(Horn Honking)

(Man Singing Rock)

(No Audible Dialogue)

(Continues)

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What you talking about,
"Do I want a date"?

Honey, you pay, I may.
That's the rule.

And I'm trying to make a living.

What you looking at?
If you ain't got no money, keep going, sweetheart.

I ain't no book. And you...

Yeah, I'm talking to you.
Talking to you, baby.

Now you talking about
you got money? Well, show it to me.

I got 15 minutes
and a whole lotta good times left in me, sweetheart.

(Fades)

(Sighs)

(Indistinct)

My little crumb cake.
(Chuckles)

Yeah. Aw. Mmm.

Now get out of here.

Go, go.
Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo!

Long car.

What you looking at, honey?

Why don't you come on over here and
put your money where your mouth is?

Say what?
You want references from me?

Honey, 700 sailors can't be wrong.

You keep touching my dress, baby,
you gonna end up paying the cleaning bill, and I'll throw in the shoes.

Say what?
You talking to me, good looking? Yeah, you wanna pay what?

I give you five minutes of
my precious time, and then you better go and read a book.

Yeah.
And you...

Hey, you! Yeah, I'm talking
to you, good looking.

You see these high-heeled shoes
I'm wearing?

I ain't wearing them for my health.
I'll walk on your back if I have to.

Hey, you in that big fancy car. Stop!

You heard me, I said "stop"!

Ooh! Hey, you pulling out
that money.

You better ignore that girl
right there, and come over here...

and let me show you what
a good woman can do for you.

(Chorus Singing Rock)

(Ends)

It's a full house.

- Go get them, Switek.
- Okay, people, wake up. It's party time.

Let's go.

There you go, fellas.
Here we go.

Enjoy yourselves, huh?
Search warrants.

Get them while they're hot.
Get them while they're hot.

How's everything? There you are.
Enjoy yourself, huh?

Here you are, doll.
See you at the range.

(Groans)
Sweeping a hot-sheet motel with a bunch of rookies...

has gotta be my favorite way
to spend an evening.

Come on. What more could you want?
Tropical skies, city all around you and 8.75 an hour after taxes.

I could think of a lot of things.

(Sighs)

- Wanna take a shower?
- Sure.

Hey, what are you doing?

I told you I don't
want you using that stuff.

Gone.

(Chattering)

Miami Vice!

Oh, sorry.
This must be the fantasy suite. (Chuckles)

(Clamoring)

Miami Vice.
Stay cool.

- Hey, hey, hey...
- Hey, hey. - Don't hurt her!

Relax, Romeo.
Sit down.

- What do we got here?
- What's the matter with you?

- Ooh, looks like a second-degree felony.
- It's mine.

No, it's mine.

- Listen, you kids can argue on your way downtown, okay?
- (Sighs)

A better question.
Whose is this?

- (Phone Ringing)
- (Woman) He wasn't no trick.

Vic's my type.

We're in love.

Whatever you say.

You saw.
I only had a deuce in my purse.

For your information, I can get
a lot more than that off the street.

The only information I want
is where did you get the coke?

- Some girl.
- Who?

She works.
I can't remember.

Carla, I can't help you
if you don't help me.

(Scoffs)
Don't run that tired rap on me.

I know how cops help girls.
They use them, and they rip them off.

At least tricks pay you.

- Romano's a cop.
- Vic loves me.

That's why he said it was his coke.

It was in your purse.
And it wasn't street mix.

Which means, unless
we find out where it came from...

you're the one who's
in a lot of trouble.

Ain't that something?

Good morning, Lieutenant.
I got the prelims on, uh, the lab report on that stuff the girl was holding.

Sorry to wake you,
but I thought you might want to know right away.

- Only impurity's sodium benzoate.
- Yeah. Standard medical preservative.

You know, we got 100%
pharmaceutical coke on the street.

- The cop?
- His name is Vic Romano.

Three years, uh, uniform patrol.

The last ten months, he's been
working vice in Overtown.

Said he got the coke from
a confidential informant of his named Roxanne Young.

Trudy and Gina are
on that right now.

Where's Roxanne?

Eating pizza at Bay Drive,
waiting for us.

(No Audible Dialogue)

(Chattering)

(Gasps)

(Tires Screeching)

(Whimpers)

No, no, don't run. Don't run.
You only make me madder when you run.

Look at the wall.
Don't look at me! Look at the wall!

- Did he give you the blow?
- Yes.

- And what're you supposed to do?
- (Whimpering) Yes!

You're supposed to put in a locker
and leave it till it's cool for me to make the pickup.

- I did!
- Don't lie to me! You didn't. Duane saw you giving Carla a taste.

- (Sobs) I only gave her a little.
- A little bit's too much, damn it!

Don't hurt me.
(Crying)

Why, huh?
You hurt me!

Now I got to worry about Carla
being all jammed up, putting all my stuff out on the street.

- Where's the key?
- Here!

(Grunts, Sobs)

You ever cut me, I'll kill you!

No! No!

- You knew Carla was actively involved in prostitution?
- From the jump.

Believe me, nobody
meant it to happen.

We just fell in love.

We've been nothing but
up front with each other.

Where did she say
she got the coke?

Carla's got nothing
to do with that.

Like I told your detective,
I got the coke from a C.I.

It's part of
an ongoing investigation.

- I'll have to get the file.
- Supplemental hasn't been filed yet.

- Who's your supervisor?
- Brotman.

Lieutenant Brotman.

(Sighs)
You know, you're not fooling anyone.

- My word against hers.
- No.

It's your word against mine.

And I know what I saw.

Your story's bogus.

It is what it is.

Did we call D.E.A.?

Not yet.

Detail every place in the city
with a Class II narcotics license.

Hospitals, veterinary clinics,
research laboratories...

The source could be anybody,
from a stock boy to the chairman of a chemical company.

- The place to start is Romano's girlfriend.
- No question.

- Get me Internal Affairs on the phone.
- (Intercom Clicks)

Uh, Lieutenant,
hold on a second.

Guy's trying
to protect the girl.

I wanna move on this thing fast.
A pharmaceutical leak could mean an endless source.

You know he's not gonna
roll for I.A.D.

- Why don't we use him?
- He's in three violations of procedure.

This officer's out of control.

If I can get him to play ball,
we'd be way ahead of the game.

Big "if", Sonny.

Romano is pretty strung out
over that girl.

I know where this guy is at.

Hell, he's so far under
he doesn't know which end is up.

We've all been there.
(Sighs)

But if I can bring him back,
and get him to start acting like a cop...

maybe we can get what we need.

- Crockett. Trudy, line two.
- Thanks.

- May I?
- Yes.

Yeah, Trudy?

I'm at the "Mayflower".
I found Roxanne Young.

- Tied in bed with her throat cut.
- (Crockett) Hold on.

Roxanne Young's dead.

Now we're down to one lead.

Marty, give me a couple of days
with this guy.

Make sure you do the paperwork
before you talk to him.

And stress that if he tries
to contact the girl...

I'll bust him for interference
of an investigation.

Thank you.
Trudy, hold on for the lieutenant.

Fill me in, Trudy.

(Sighs)
Well, I got them to hold off I.A.D.

Man, I don't need your pity.

I carry my own weight.

Pity's not on the table.

Oh, yeah?
Then what's this about?

Well, if you want to kiss
your career good-bye, I guess that's your business.

- But I don't think you do.
- I said everything I had to say.

I got myself into this.
I'll handle it.

You don't know what you're into.

You got bagged with
a hooker who had a gram of pharmaceutical in her purse.

I'll handle it.

Yeah, well while you're handling it,

keep in mind that I'm the only thing
standing between you and my lieutenant,

who's about this close
from taking your badge.

You know Roxanne Young?

I know her pimp.

He's the same guy Carla's with.

She's dead.

They just found her
at the "Mayflower" Motel.

- You want me to go to the scene.
- For starters.

- What else?
- You might start acting like a cop.

- (Door Opens, Closes)
- (Sighs)

(Trudy)
Danny couldn't say if the same person that did the beating murdered her.

Thanks.

Lab says the coke that we found
under her fingernail matches Carla's pharmaceutical grade.

Same pimp, same coke,
probably the same connection.

- Anything else?
- Roxanne's wallet.

We found it on Bay Drive.

There was a key inside
from some bus station locker...

so Gina's checking out
all the stations now.

Maybe the connection's a trick.
Maybe it's the same guy who did this.

- I told Homicide to run Silk down.
- Tell Homicide to back off Silk.

Back off?

Personally, I'd like to see a few
names out of Silk's trick book.

We got no weapons, we got no witnesses,
and if he's connected to the coke we'll probably just spook him.

How are we gonna pop him
if we can't get next to him?

- You know where to find Silk?
- No.

But I'm a hell of a guesser.

Lovely.

(Romano)
"Checker" Club's where all the Overtown pimps flash their style.

I just want Carla out of it.

So what's she still doing
on the street?

I was just about to take her off.

(Chuckles)
How long you been telling yourself that?

Look, I've been under for 10 months.
I've got a cover to protect.

Everyone I hang with is street.

I can't just yank somebody off in front
of them without thinking about it.

What's your wife think about it?

- I read your file.
- Leave my wife out of this.

She's got nothing to do with it.

That's a separate life.

Oh, yeah? Well, if it's so separate,

how come you're getting
so bent out of shape?

'Cause I know when to be a cop
and when to be a player.

And I don't need anyone
to tell me how to walk the line.

You're not walking the line, you're over it.

You took a walk on the wild side,
pal, only you forgot to come back.

Lemme tell you something, pal.

I've been doing this a hell of a lot
longer than 10 months...

and I still have to check with
the guy in the mirror every morning.

That's you.

I know how I feel about Carla.
How she feels about me.

I'm the only person she trusts.

(Vehicle Approaching)

Here's our boy Silk.

You think about it.

- (Chattering)
- (Rock)

No, no, don't get up.
Just stay seated there.

Just relax, Silk.

- I'm Sonny Burnett.
- What's your business?

Well, you see, I represent
a lot of people...

who are asking
exactly the same thing.

They're asking, "Who is this guy..."

"who is spreading around all
this pharmaceutical rhino-rinse"?

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- No.

You see, me and my friends,
we spend a lot of hard-earned cash...

bringing the benefits of South
America here to this community.

And we generally consider it our thing.

Is that a fact?

So you see, I've worked out this deal,
and it goes something like this:

We buy in, at cost,
for say, uh, 10%,

- and that takes care of us, and the cops...
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Who's "us"?

Me and my brother.

Look, I don't know who you are.

Like, as far as I'm concerned,
you could be from Mars.

But if you and the Martians
wanna get it on with me,

then come on with it.

Keep watching the skies.

Someone wants to talk
about your girl Carla.

This is not my day.

(Man)
I don't like cleaning up after my employees.

- (Silk) Mr. Leo, look...
- Shut up.

So Roxanne is dead, and tonight
I gotta pick up from the source myself.

- I don't like that.
- I got other girls.

You got other problems.

Man, I had to do her. I mean,
look at this. She was all over me.

I got a guy giving me 24 o.z.'s
of pure flake twice a month...

that we can step on
10 times, easy.

You're gonna let a beef with
some $2.00 hooker screw that up? I'll find another distributor.

Hey, nobody can move that stuff
in the streets faster than me.

- You know that.
- What I know is the last delivery she picked up is missing.

I'll find it.

You do that.

Look, bail this friend
of Roxanne's, Carla, out.

- Maybe she knows where Roxanne put it.
- All right.

Hey, what about this Burnett dude?

- You gonna take care of him, too?
- Don't worry about what I'm gonna do.

Just bail the girl and find the coke.

The girl knows something, Lieutenant.

Otherwise, Romano wouldn't be
fighting so hard to protect her.

And the question is,
how do we get to the girl?

We don't. You do.

- (Phone Rings)
- Yeah?

Take Romano home.
He's under house arrest...

- until he hears from me or his supervisor.
- You got it.

(Car Doors Closing)

- Internal Affairs already called.
- Jennifer, I...

Let's talk in the house.

Romano.

I've been where you are...

and I know where you're going.

I'm sure you've got a lot to say, but
I'd like to hear it from my husband first.

How long has it been
since you've seen him?

Actually seen him?

I've been working nights,
so maybe three weeks.

But he calls.
He doesn't have to hold my hand.

When he, uh... When he calls you,
does he sound different?

Different.
A... A bit burned out.

- Has he ever asked to be brought in from undercover?
- (Chuckles)

That's not Vic. When he's asked to do
a job, he does it 110%, non-stop.

I know it's changed him,
but one thing that hasn't changed is that I'm behind him.

I... I don't mean to be rude,
but I have to get to work in a few minutes...

and I'd like to speak
to my husband first.

You tell him, if he feels
like talking, I'm available.

Okay?

Vic, it's me.

(Romano)
It's good to hear your voice, baby.

I'd bail you out,
but they'll bust me.

Don't cry, baby. Hey, we've been
up against it all along.

I'm not giving up now.

(Sniffles)
I'm sorry about what was in my purse.

Don't worry.
I got you covered on that.

- Just tell me you love me.
- You know I do.

Then trust me.

I'm gonna work
everything out for us.

I promise.

(Dial Tone)

(Sniffles)

Looks like you could
use some help.

And I know where you can get it.

- Not interested.
- (Scoffs)

Mmm, my man could do a lot for
a pretty little thing like you.

- I got a man.
- (Chuckles) Oh, yeah.

Which one?

James D. from 48th Street?

Cheo from Little Havana?

(Chuckles)
Silk.

- How do you know him?
- 'Cause my man's moving in on all their action.

How about I tell him about you?

I got busted on possession.

My bail's $5000.

You'll make it in no time.

His name's Butch.

I'll give him your name.

- You think you're something.
- Mm-hmm. I know it.

So does my man Butch.
You see how he takes care of me.

He better take care of you
somewhere else.

This here's Sugarbear's corner.

Maybe it was. But Butch is
the man in town now, honey.

He owns the streets,
the corners, and the man.

We'll see what Sugarbear
has to say about that. (Whistles)

Sugarbear. Sound like
some kind of popcorn pimp.

(Tires Screeching)

Whenever you're ready, guys.

- (Siren Wailing)
- What's this trash you've been talking?

- Excuse me, darling, but, uh, you're parked in the red.
- I was just moving.

Hey, hey, hey. Why don't
you move it up against the wall?

Busy day, Detective?

Yeah, every so often
I try to put in a hard one.

Let me know if I can help you
with that score.

- So how's my rep, baby?
- If my blisters are any indication, your rep is growing by the minute.

So where are we taking
this floor show to next?

- (Phone Ringing)
- Hello, this is Butch.

Uh-huh.

So Carla wants me
to come and pick her up?

Yeah, I'll be right there.

- (Handset Settles In Cradle)
- Take a rest. I think I'm on.

Why don't you lean on in here
and give me a kiss for show?

- (Laughs) You had your chance.
- (Laughing)

Carla Cappoletti.

She was just bailed out
by that guy.

(Tubbs)
Tell me about this chump that you used to be with.

Uh, what's his name? Silk.

- Nothing to say.
- (Chuckles) Oh, come on, Carla.

Word has it that, uh, he's got
some dynamite connections.

There's a phone in the back.
I gotta make a call.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Make the call in my car.

Sit for a minute. Let's talk.

- (Carla) Silk.
- Yeah.

How you doing, baby?
Let's go.

Let's go!

- You want that hand broken?
- Look, that's my woman.

She's got something I want.

Well, it belongs to me.

I bought her from the state.

- I'm gonna make her a star.
- Mm-hmm. - (Chuckles)

Oh, I'm sorry. Pardon me.

- (Both Grunting)
- (Glass Shattering)

(Shouting)

Take it outside.

(Grunts)

You ever get in my face again,
I'll kill you.

I got your streets
and I got your woman.

Anything you want back from her,
you gonna have to pay.

Ten percent, you hear?

Hotel "Excelsior",
suite 2601.

- Come on, baby.
- (Panting)

(Gina)
We got the dope from the locker with the key from Roxanne's wallet.

One pound, pure pharmaceutical.

Cut to street grade,
200 grams worth.

(Crockett)
It was worth Roxanne Young's life.

No question she was mulling for Silk.

(Castillo)
Who'd you leave at the bus station?

Metro plainsman.
Uh, he'd have called if anybody showed, so Silk is still looking for this.

Great.
We can give it back,

meet him at the station,
and send him on a holiday.

Check our position on entrapment
with the prosecutor.

I already did.
And once he understood that any O.D.'s from this uncut product...

would be on his head, he gave us
open license to stop the leak.

Silk's not gonna take that
from somebody he doesn't know.

He knows Carla.

Roxanne gave her a taste.

She could say that, uh, Roxanne
also gave her the key to the locker.

I don't know.

(Inhales) Having spoken to the little lady,
I don't think she likes dealing with cops.

We're working on that.

We'll use the locker as a decoy,
to grab whoever's moving the stuff.

I've never been treated like this.

You should always have the best.

Can we go dancing later?

We can go anywhere you want to.
We can fly to the moon if you want to.

But first, I want you
to do something for me.

- That was Roxanne's.
- You know what was in that locker?

I went with her when she put
the pound in.

Silk don't know it yet, but I'm gonna
get in that business with him.

And, uh,

I need you
to help motivate him.

I want you to take this back to him.

I can't do that.
I mean, that's heavy duty.

I'm not gonna get caught
behind nothing that serious.

You think I do this for nothing?

You think I do this for nothing?

Why do you think I got you out of jail?
You think your stuff is worth five grand?

It ain't! I throw pieces away
like you every day!

I'm gonna pay you back.

I know you're gonna pay me back.

And I'm gonna tell you
just how you're gonna do it.

I'm gonna hook into Silk,
and you're gonna take him this.

Where you think you're going?

You made a mistake with me.

My boyfriend's a cop,
so you better back off.

(Screams)

(Whimpering)

(Sobbing)

Please, don't
hurt me too bad. (Breathing Heavily)

- Carla.
- (Breathing Heavily) - Carla.

- Nobody's gonna hurt you.
- (Breathing Heavily)

- Carla.
- (Breathing Heavily)

She went to pieces.
I... I had to show her my badge.

Except the only way to play her now is
to lean on her for being with Roxanne.

Charge her as a coconspirator.

There's another way.
Stay there.

- (Beeps)
- (Woman) Yes, Lieutenant?

Get me Crockett.

(Sighs)

- What?
- Carla's looking at a conspiracy charge that nobody wants to stick her with.

So that gives you one chance
to get your act in gear.

- Just tell me what I can do to help.
- Let's go. I'll tell you in the car.

Did the professor come through
with the blow?

The guy's really woofing it.

They found one of the bottles
he put sugar in.

Says he can't keep
replacing it forever.

What do I care?
Tell him we'll break his legs.

(Scoffs)
Should've thought of that before he started betting football.

(Phone Ringing)

- Yeah?
- (Silk) I got a problem.

- What problem?
- Some new player.

- He bailed the girl.
- (Sighs)

I don't know where he came from.

Look, we can't have everybody
knowing our business.

- I'll take out this Burnett.
- And what about the new guy?

The girl and him are on you.

- (Dial Tone)
- (Handset Settles In Cradle)

Man, you should have seen her.
She was so scared.

She doesn't have anything.

(Sighs)
I think the kid's gonna get her to do the right thing.

I hope so.

All they want you to do, baby, is
pretend Roxanne gave you the key.

- They're gonna drop all the charges.
- What happens to us?

I'm gonna take some heat from I.A.D.,
and you're gonna have to go a shelter.

I don't want to go to a shelter.

I wanna be with you.

You still want to be together...

You still want me,
don't you, Vic?

Sure, baby. Forever.

I'll be waiting.

Okay.

She's yours.

She'll call Silk and say
you're giving her back.

That oughta show Silk that
we're reputable businessmen.

- I'd like to get the hell out of here.
- You got it.

Butch has the key you wanted.

You can ask him that.

I'm not a mind reader.

Yeah. Sure.

I guess the "Checker" Club's all right.

No, you know I wouldn't do that.

You've always been good to me.

- (Handset Settles In Cradle)
- Get me lover boy's car.

Meet me at the "Checker" Club
about 12:30.

We got some business
to take care of.

(Sighs)
Listen, I know what you did tonight wasn't all that easy.

But when Internal Affairs
puts you through it,

me and my partner will be
in your corner.

I'm just used to doing things
for myself.

(Chuckles)
Maybe you've been doing that a little too much.

- There's a limit.
- No lie.

I'll think about it...

back in the slammer.

You do that.

- Crockett!
- (Gunfire)

- Romano! You okay?
- Yeah.

Call for backup.

- (Gasps)
- Don't even breathe.

(Grunts) Don't... Don't...
Don't kill me, Burnett, okay?

He sent Silk down to take care
of that new pimp and his entourage.

- (Grunts)
- Who, where and when?

He, uh...
He... He didn't say.

- Who didn't say?
- Leo Kriesen. Man you're moving on.

(Scoffs, Chuckles)
You don't even know?

Romano?

Romano!

(Carla)
Silk's gonna know something's wrong.

- He'll hear my heart pounding.
- (Tubbs) Calm yourself, sweet thing.

The way the stars are aligned
tonight, nothing can go wrong.

- (Phone Ringing)
- (Hammer Cocks)

(Ringing Continues)

- (Line Ringing)
- Damn it!

(No Audible Dialogue)

- (Ringing)
- Yeah?

(Switek)
Crockett, we just got Leo's limo at 48th and Bay.

Take him down.

Let's go. Get in there.
Hurry up. Get in.

I'll give him
back to you guys later.

(Man Singing Rock)

He's waiting for his lawyer.
He hasn't cracked yet.

I'll break him in half.
Come on. Get out of there.

This is the guy that
wanted me whacked?

Yeah.

Where's the other hit
gonna take place, Leo?

Look, there's been some
misunderstanding here. I don't...

There's been no misunderstanding,
and I'm not gonna ask you again, 'cause it's my partner.

All I know is that the meet
was at the "Checker" Club.

- God, I'm a mess.
- Carla, relax.

(Sighs)

He hates it when I look like this.

I gotta go fix myself up.

I'll hurry.

(Continues)

(Tires Screeching)

- (Romano) Get down, get down!
- (Gunfire)

- (Screams)
- Get down! (Gunshots)

(Gunshots)

Silk, freeze!
(Gunshots)

(Police Radio, Indistinct)

Get an ambulance!

- (Sobbing)
- Carla...

(Gasping, Sobbing)

(Sighs)

The source was a chemist
from Gold Coast University, behind on juice payments.

He was giving Kriesen
clinical coke as interest.

Lieutenant, what about the girl?
Think we can get her what she needs?

(Castillo)
I'll talk to the prosecutor.

Carla.

We're gonna take you
to a halfway house.

We're gonna make sure you get
substantial assistance. (Exhales)

That means a full walk.

We're in a position
where we can help you now.

(Gina)
Come on, guys. According to my watch, workday ended 26 minutes ago.

Put in an all-nighter last night,
worked all day yesterday...

doing paperwork
on their spare time...

(Tubbs)
Yeah, we gotta get our supplements into Homicide before they brief the sheriff.

(Trudy)
You'd think they'd be in a big hurry to pat us on the back...

being that we nailed, uh, the chemist
and Kriesen five different ways.

(Crockett) We're recommending
that Romano's suspension be lifted in time for the funeral services.

(Tubbs)
We wrote her that he died trying to get the girl off the streets.

- If you need any weight, I'll back you on that.
- Definitely.

Thanks.

What's bugging ya, man?

If Carla can clean up,
it's gotta be worth something, right?

(Sighs)
It's gotta be.

'Cause that's all there is.

(Engine Starts)

(Trudy)
Hey, you! Hey, you! Yeah, I'm talking to you, good-looking.

You see these high-heeled shoes
I'm wearing? I ain't wearing them for my health.

I'll walk on your back
if I have to.

Hey, car, stop.
Don't drive so fast.

Watch it! I'm trying
to work this street.

What you talking about,
this is your street?

I've been working here
all my life.

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