All language subtitles for Miami4x (10)

[Man Narrating]
Previously on Miami Vice.

You're gonna make me a star again?
Is that the idea?

Why not?
I got all the promo men in my back pocket.

Racketeering strike force,
U.S. Attorney's Office.

Anything you say
may be used against you.

Let's go.

This one's for Will. You were gonna
make him a star too, remember?

And Rocky and Lex
and everyone else you screwed over,

you mealy-mouthed,
two-faced bastard!

Come on. Let's go.
Let's go.
You have had it. Had it!

We finagle a plea, the worst you get is a year,
reduced to six months.

In the record business,
rule number one is don't get caught.

You do time, I don't care
if it's six months or six minutes,

your own grandmother
won't return your calls—you're dead.

If Lowe's not gonna take a fall,
he's gonna name names.

Whose? Mine.

And who am I
gonna name, Paul? You.

And you're gonna name everybody
but the janitor on the 10th floor.

Then the subcommittee on payola
reconvenes, and we got another two years
of indictments and headlines.

So?

So, Tommy's about to become
a very minor footnote
in the history of rock and roll.

Tommy got a couple
of armed security guards...

to hang Will
from the showerhead in our hotel.

You know that?
Yeah.

But I can't prove it.

I'm sorry.

What is this, heavy metal?

Man, that's terrible
about Tommy Lowe, huh?

Yeah. Heard his car
overheated in Miami.

Yeah, those imports really
aren't designed for that humidity.

So, what are we going to do
about Caitlin?

[Narrator]
Tonight on Miami Vice.

Hello.

How did you get into first class?

- I walked.
- Awesome, isn't it?

- Where's your boarding pass?
- It's okay.

- What's your name?
- Henry.

Henry.
Hank.

Thanks a lot.
Come on, "Henri."
Let's go.

Yeah.
[Clears Throat]
Nice lookin' fans, honey.

[Chuckling]
[Bell Dings]

Well, better buckle up.
We're goin' down.

[Stewardess]
The captain has turned on
the "no smoking"sign.

[Crowd Clamoring]
[Man]
I want to get a good picture.

Now, come on.
Let's do it.

Get the camera right up against the door.
I want to get a picture.

[Woman]
Out of the way! Out of the way!

[Clamoring Continues]

Welcome to L.A.
Yeah? Who are you?

Josh Durrell, from Avery and DeSica.

[Woman]
Come on, please. For your fans.

We better step on it.

Excuse me.

[Man]
Can you tell us who does your hair?
Our readers are dying to know.

[Clamoring Continues]
[Man]
What are you gonna be recording this year?

Uh, may I see your
press credentials, please?

Uh, well—
I have to see a press card, sir.

I don't have a press card.
That's my wife.

I'm sorry.
I can't let you enter without credentials.

I'm sure you understand, sir.

[Woman]
What's your husband going
to be doing while you're on tour?

Sweetie, I'm so excited.
Gordon.

Thank you.

We're all excited.

I am too, Paul.
Thanks.

Caitlin, I just heard the new tracks.

They are unbelievable.

So much... integrity—
artistic integrity.

They're gonna blow everyone
out of the box come Christmas.
Guaranteed.

Thanks.

[Sighs]

See you around 7:00, okay?
I'll be ready.

- What the hell was all that about?
- Business as usual.

God, I'd forgotten
how odious it can all be.

Yeah, you won't get
an argument out of me,

but that's not what
I'm talkin' about.

What the hell was that?
I mean, that mob scene—

Who—Who's responsible for that?

The public relations geniuses
at Avery and DeSica.

It was all carefully planned
and orchestrated.

Yeah, yeah.
Like the Kennedy assassination.

Sweetheart.
I'm serious.

If you ask me, those airheads spaced
on the damn security arrangements.

Maybe they just forgot.

They forgot? " Your wife is dead,
Mr. Crockett. We forgot"?

Okay, I'll call Wiggins later.

Yeah, well,
we're in nutcase central now,

and I'm not gonna let you
out of my sight.

You won't get any arguments
from me on that one.

Don't you wanna argue just a little bit?
[Chuckles]

Maybe, uh, get the blood boiling,
you know what I mean?

♪♪ [Rock And Roll]

♪♪ [Group Singing]

♪♪ [Man Singing]

[Indistinct]

♪♪ [Continues]

Hey, Stevie, I had no idea.

Hey, uh, my machine's
been on the fritz. Sorry.

Yeah?
Yeah.

For three weeks?
Frankly,
I'm surprised to see you.

- Thought I read your obit
in Melody Maker years ago.
- [Snickers]

[Fremont]
Another fast-lane breakdown.

Stevie, here's a guy
you should be talking to.

Jerry Lee, you know Steve Owens?
Yeah, sure.
How ya doin'?

Nice party.
Nice article.

- You wrote that Rolling Stone article?
- Nah, the National Inquisitor.

This kid made Caitlin
sound like Mother Theresa
in a black leather habit.

Very thorough.
Well researched for a gossip rag.

Thanks.
Except for one thing.

Couldn't get a line
on the old man.

[Fremont]
Sonny Burnett.
He's nobody, a small businessman.

- What kind of business?
- Import-export.

Stevie, don't be a stranger.

Import-export?
Give me a break.

Want somethin' to drink, darlin'?
Yeah.

Excuse me.
Could we have a glass of champagne
and a blackJack straight up?

Actually, I'm starving.

They never give me
enough time to eat.
Here you go. Go for it.

Hey, Caitlin!

Hi.
Come on, love.
There's no time to eat now.

Well, I want you to meet my—
Hey, dude.

Listen, Terry Cox is in town,
and he's dying to meet you, love.

Save me a seat.

♪♪ [Continues]

Yeah, a blackJack, please, neat.

Sonny.

- I know you?
- [Chuckling]

Not yet.
But I am a big fan of Caitlin's.

Big fan.

"Mr. Ralph Slick.
Personal management."

Not the Mr. Slick?

[Laughs]

My reputation precedes me.

[Exhales]

[Crockett Blowing]

Your reputation sucks.

[Sighs]

Mornin', sweetheart.

You're up early.

Well, I was just thinkin'.

It's about 9:00 back in Miami,

and Switek's just comin' in
with the doughnuts,

and eatin' 'em all.

[Chuckles]

Sounds like a man
who's missin' his work.

Well—
When are you goin'?

This afternoon.

I got to.

Plus, I don't wanna rain
on your parade.

It's not my parade.

[Chuckles]
Well, it sure as hell isn't mine.

It's only for a little while.

Then we can take the money and run.

I thought we were doin' okay before.

We were,
but the way this album's movin'—

Even I didn't expect it
to go this fast.

When it's rainin' money
in the music business,
you don't put up an umbrella.

We could be set for life.

And anyway,
you know I love to sing.

A hit album means that I could
keep on doin' that as much as I want.

Well, darlin', if that's what you want,
then that's what I want too.

Here's to the future.

Then of course,
there's always the unexpected
and excessive promotional expenses.

That's always good for four
or five hundred thousand.

What'd she get on this thing up front?
Nothin', right?

Thirty grand?
Thirty-five.

But she got a lot of points— 55.

Any loopholes?

Well, if she fails to tour
in support of the album, she loses the points.

There's a possibility.

She never was much for touring.

Especially now that she's settled
into matrimonial bliss.

Yeah, it's nice to see her so happy.

Well, we'll think of something.

In the meantime, I want the promo guys
to hype the bejesus out of this album.

My gut tells me this pied-piper trip is gonna
go right down the toilet on number three.

The novelty's gonna wear real thin.

[Crowd Clamoring]

What are you doing?

What does it look like?
It's okay.

You don't wanna miss your plane.

What I don't want
is my wife hassled.

[Crowd Clamoring]
[Chuckles]

You gonna be all right?
I'll be fine.

You're the one
going up in the airplane.

Don't worry.
I'll call you, okay?

Bye.

Sonny, great meetin' you, man.

[Tubbs]
You know, man, I would've brought
the limo, but, um, it's in the shop.

Don't get me started.

What's wrong?
Too laid back in, uh, Lotusland?

Yeah, laid back,
like a school of piranha in a hot tub.

[Chuckles]

I'm just happy to be
back in the real world.

Yeah, if you can call Miami real.

Yeah.
[Chuckles]
How's Cait?

She's fine.
Said to give you a big kiss.

- [Laughing]
- [Chuckles]

Hey. Morning, Sonny.
Hey, Trudy.

Well, Mr. Hollywood.
Nice picture.

Everyone's famous
for 15 minutes, Sonny.

[Switek]
Yeah, you can almost
make out your hairline.

We did a little brainstorming
down at the D.A. Office this morning.

Your wife fingered Tommy Lowe.

We figured maybe
you hear a little pillow talk.

They pay you for that?

Brainstorming?

[Crockett Chuckles]

Give me a break.
Brain-dead maybe.

Tommy Lowe was gonna cop a plea
on ratting out some business suits
at Royalty Records.

- Only somebody hot-wired him first.
- Names, Mahoney.

I always forget 'em.
They're like, uh, "Frick" and "Frack."

Fremont and Wiggins?

Yeah, that's it.
Paul Fremont and Gordon Wiggins.

What?
Want me to do your job for you?

- San Diego's near L.A., isn't it?
- Yeah, near enough. Why?

Seems there was a lot of speculation
about some no-name deejay...

that stiffed your boys on some airplay.
[Crockett]
And?

Last week border agents found him
in pieces all around the desert.

Fremont and Wiggins?

Rumor has it
they pushed the buttons.

I'll take it.

Who's gonna be
better positioned than me?

Hey, man.
Hey, partner. How ya doin'?

How ya doin'?
All right. Look, I brought you some dinner
since you're livin' alone again.

[Laughs] Not for long.
I thought Caitlin was gonna
be in L.A. For the entire week.

Well, she is,
but I'm on my way back.

Tommy Lowe?
Yeah.

She's gonna get absolutely orbital
when she finds out I'm workin' her bosses.

Nah, she'll understand.
I wouldn't bet on it.

We have an—
had an agreement.

She didn't get involved in the police work,
and I didn't get involved in the music business.

Separate but equal.

But this is my case.
I got no choice.

Uh-huh.
Your choice.

What's that supposed to mean?

You could have handed it off.

Castillo could've kicked it
all the way back to Los Angeles.

Are you kiddin' me?

It's complicated, Rico.

Nobody else has the inside track.

I mean, this Fremont and Wiggins
are a couple of tube steaks,

but it's just guesswork tryin'
to tie 'em to Tommy Lowe's murder.

Like I said.

If it was your wife,
would you shine it on?

So what do you want me to do?

Import-export?

I'll be damned.

God. These guys should take out ads
in the yellow pages. "Import-export."
[Laughing]

Kinda puts a spin on the Caitlin Davies
resurrection story, doesn't it?
Yeah.

"Candidate for sainthood
found in love nest with dealer."

Yeah. Yeah.
This could be a killer.

Michael, see if you can track
down our Miami stringer.

Then get him to get
some names of people...

thatJerry Lee can talk to
about this creep Burnett.

Are you ready to go?

And book Jerry Lee
on the next flight down.

Me?
[Chuckles]

Nah.
I've been, uh, choking off my emotions.

Why?
You miss me?

Nah, not much.

Well, maybe a little.

In the middle of the night,
I woke up feelin' a little empty.

[Chuckles]

I don't carry a nightstick.

[Clears Throat]
Mm-hmm. Yeah?

And then what do I do?

I read you your rights,

or do I just whip out the handcuffs?

Mm-hmm.
And then what?

And then you take my—

Excuse me, Cait.
The problem is solved.
We better get goin'.

I'm sorry, darlin'.

Yeah, me too.

I love you too.

Bye.

♪♪ [Man Singing Rock]
[No Audible Dialogue]

♪♪ [Continues]
[No Audible Dialogue]

♪♪ [Continues]

♪♪ [Continues]
[No Audible Dialogue]

Operator?

Hello?

Well, they damn well
better accept the charges.

Trish, Jerry Lee.

Bump the alien baby-eater cover story.

You're not gonna believe the dirt
I'm getting on this Burnett dude.

This guy makes Scarface
look like Mr. Rogers.

[Laughs]
Absolutely.

If it's dirty, it's got
his fingerprints on it.

I got a couple more sleazeballs to interview,
then I'm gettin' fumigated and flying home.

[Laughing]

Right.

I'm sure I remember you, Mr. Burnett,
but if you'll just wait, I'll ring her room.

That won't be necessary.
It's a surprise.

[Elevator Bell Dings]

So, uh, who was Johnny B. Goode?

He's damage control, Sonny,
workin' overtime.

Oh, no.

Yeah.

We knew it wasn't gonna be easy.

[Sighs]

How bad is it?

Johnny B. Goode's got friends
at the Inquisitor,

but even with a correction,
it's pretty bad.

I'm supposed to be the shinin' example
of drug-free America.

[Panting]

Oh, no.
What?

Wow.
There go the record sales.

We're dead, Gordon.

Don't be an idiot.
This is great.

You wanna talk about it?

What's to talk about?

There's a big fat lie out there
and not a damn thing
either of us can do about it.

Maybe I should just go to the papers
and announce that I'm a cop.

Don't dangle solutions
you can't deliver, Sonny.

Cait.

I am sorry.

I know.

Great.

[Man]
Here they come. Let's go. Move in.
[Woman] Miss Davies!

[Man]
Is it a fact that you're a drug dealer?

Were you surprised to find out
your husband is a drug dealer?
Or was that how you met him?

Was it love or was it ludes?

[Punch Lands]

I'll see what I can do.

Look, I hate to be brutally direct, Cait,

but doesn't he have
some work to do in Miami?

It was just a romantic weekend.
He's goin' back tonight.

Well, at least they caught
my good side,

my chivalrous side—
if a bit Neanderthal.

A bit?
How much worse does it get?

Okay, one more time.

I'm really sorry.

I know.
And I love you, Sonny,

but this is drivin' me stark ravin'.

I didn't know it was
so important to you.

I mean, the-the music I understand,
but the-the business side—

It's not— It is.

Look, I despise all the phony crap
that goes with it,

but I have to put up with it...

'cause it allows me to do the work
that I love to do best.

I'm a singer.
I could sing in the shower for myself,

but I get so much more satisfaction
when people can hear me.

To get airplay, I have to cooperate
with the business people.

They're under investigation
for murder.

- What?
- Fremont and Wiggins.

I found out when I was in Miami.

- They hit Tommy Lowe.
- That's ridiculous.

They're executives,
for cryin' out loud.

They don't go around
blowin' people up.

All right, then who did?

Some ofTommy Lowe's greatest hits
were on the freebase pipe.

He owed money to half
the dealers in South Florida.
Maybe.

We're puttin' our money
on the payola line.

We?

You're on assignment here,
aren't you?

It's not just me.
You've got a job to do here too.

It's my case.

The same way it was my case
when we met.

So what now?

I gotta figure my next move.

Okay.

But let's just get one thing clear.

Until you have proof on Fremont and Wiggins,
I don't want to hear about it.

It's your move, Sonny.
I'm not involved.

See you later.

[Door Closes]

Little Caitlin
sure picked herself a winner this time.

This guy's a lunatic.
Bad ink's better than no ink, Paul.

This Burnett's
been calling me every day.

I told Marianne to tell him
I'm tied up till next week.
Guy keeps callin' back.

Tell him to call next decade.

So what did you wanna
talk to us about, Charlie?

Cash flow.
If it doesn't improve radically,
we're out of business in 60 days.

What?
Is that some kind of joke?

Am I known as a big kidder?

[Charlie]
We need to get the new
Caitlin Davies product out right away,

and we need to maximize our profits on it
in a serious way, gentlemen,

or else we're all on the beach.

So what do we do?

We do what's right in front of us, Paul.

We use this lunatic to our advantage.

I'm calling Charlie Atwater
in Legal Affairs.

♪♪ [Pop]

[Man]
That was very nice, Cait.

Let's try the harmony lines
on the second chorus, all right, darlin'?

Ready?
Yeah.
I'll do the high one first, okay?

Okay.

You've been married, right?

Three times.

What happened?

Well—

The first time, I was in a band,

and she was pathologically
jealous of the groupies.

And the other two,
they weren't crazy about the long hours.

You know.
You're either in the business
or you're a non-pro.

Outsiders, they just don't get it.

Yeah.

Okay.

Right then.
From the top.

Most guys gotta proclaim their loyalty
to the little missus or to the assembly line.

There's no conflict there.
But you—

Now you got a little bit
different situation.

I can see how she might think
that you're puttin' the job before her.

Aw, come on, Rico.
You know that's not true.

Yeah, I know that
and you know that,

but how are you gonna
get her to know that?

Look. The job has always been a bitch
on the matrimonial state.

It always will be.

Yeah, but this is different.

This situation existed before we met.

Hell, it's the reason we did meet.

I'm just concerned about her, man.

I'm tryin' to keep her from bein' hurt.

[Chuckles]
I wouldn't lay that line on her if I were you.

Listen. Fremont and Wiggins
are not gonna kill the goose
that laid the golden egg.

Bottom line is, you're doin'
exactly what you believe is right,

and you can't ask any more
of yourself than that.

Mahoney come up with anything new?

No, I'm afraid not.
If we're gonna get this one,
we're gonna get it on you.

Great.

[Man]
What's the matter with this thing?
[Feedback]

Thanks, Sid.
Come on! Geez!

Do you understand English?
I said thank you.
Get 'em off the stage.

What time is
the Caitlin Davies meeting?
4:30.

It's time to meet
her psychopath husband.

What the hell for?
I've been talking to Miami.

You mention Sonny Burnett,
you get this endless horror story—
torture, double cross, murder.

He's perfect.
For what?

Solving our cash-flow problems.
Come on. Let's go.

[Sid]
Hey, thanks a lot, buddies.

[Wiggins]
Rent a Ferrari—how very L.A.

[Tires Squeal]

[Honking]

This is very, very smart, Gordon.

This guy probably carries a gun.

No.
We couldn't get that lucky.

You boys got a problem?

Well, well, well.

Should've just used the phone.
It would've been easier.

No privacy on the phone.

Mr. Burnett, how would you
like to become very, very rich?

[Fremont]
Terrific lady, Caitlin.

Quite the artist.

[Crockett]
Yeah, my wife's terrific, and the surf's up.
So what do you want?

We hear you're a man
of many talents.

Yeah, that's me—
Mr. Renaissance.

But I'm not flattery operated,
in case you hadn't noticed.

So once again,
what do you want?

Well, I've been doing some research
into your background, Mr., uh—

Sonny.

Yeah, well. Our product,
like any other, needs to move fast.

You make it,
you get it out while it's hot.

We're having a little trouble with
one of our distribution points.

Actually, it's down
in your neck of the woods.

Miami's a big woods.
Yeah, that's why we're a bit lost.

You see, uh, one of our shipments
is frozen in transit in Nassau.

And my people need someone to get it
moving again with a minimum of fanfare,

an experienced expediter.

I take it this shipment
isn't, uh, frozen old 45's.

[Laughs]

Let me guess—
some Medellín marching dust?

A hundred keys.

Uh-huh.

And if I expedite things for you?

A third of the product
has your name on it.

[Sighs]

That's B-U-R-N-E, double "T."

Wonderful.
[Engine Starts]

We'll see you in Miami.

You can call me stupid,
but I don't see how this is
gonna help us at all.

Simple, stupid.

Think. What happens if Caitlin Davies
doesn't go out on tour?

But she wants to tour.
But what if she can't?

Because she's—

No one's going to be surprised
if poor Cait is caught in the cross fire
of her ill-starred love.

Sad, but not surprised.

And the 55 share of her last album
reverts back to the company.

Her last album. Yeah.

The farewell album.

Well, well, well.
How ya doin', slugger?

Hey, Angela.
Hey, ask me, I would have
blown the little dork away.

[Chuckles]
Where's Cait?

I don't know.
She went out.

When did she leave?

I don't know. A while ago.

She's probably down at the pool.

What else she gonna do
when she's not workin'?

You know this
don't mean anything.
Oh, yeah.

You know, you two need
to spend more time together.

Think I like this?

No. I know you both hate it,
but that don't change the fact
that you're not there for her.

I'm tryin'.
Tryin'ain't gonna get it.
She needs you to be there.

She can't even keep her mind
on her business, worryin'about you,

never knowin'when you're gonna
blow in or blow out.

She's miserable behind it.

Yeah, well, I, uh—

I gotta keep my mind
on my business too.

Otherwise people could get killed.

Look, I know you think I got it
in for you, but that ain't so.

Fact is, I think you're a pretty solid guy.

But you and shejust got
your stars crossed.

I hate to see either of you
hurt like this.

You think she'd be better off
without me, don't you?

Honey, that ain't for me to say.

Because they're scum.

Behind that cheap corporate facade,
they're low-life scum.

I agree.

But whatever indiscretions
Wiggins has committed,

he's sellin' records,
not sittin' in the Supreme Court.

Indiscretions?
Cait, we're talkin' about murder here.

No. You're talkin' about
your unproven suspicions.

I told you, show me proof.

Our careers were to be mutually respected
and totally separate.

Now, all of a sudden, yours is gettin' mine
all screwed up, and I've had it.

Look, what happened to Tommy Lowe,
speaking of scum, was too bad,

but a lot of people wanted to be
at his funeral, includin' me.

Just because you think they did it
doesn't mean I'm gonna blow my career.

It's ridiculous anyway.
Those two can't even get bad notices killed.

Cait.

I got thrown into this,
and I don't like it.

But I'm gonna finish it.
Why you?

If you've got somethin' on them,
why not turn it over to the locals?

It's not that simple, sweetheart.

Anyway, they're back in Miami.

I'm on my way there tonight.
Am I flyin' alone?

Look, Sonny, you gotta do
what you think is right.

It's one of the things
I admire most about you.

But this thing scares me.

If what you say is true,
then Tommy Lowe is not the only victim.

My career's gonna be history.

Cait, people love what you do.
That's not gonna change.

And you damn sure
don't need these guys.

What I need is you.

And I need you.

I'd better go change
if I'm gonna make that flight.

[Phone Ringing]
I'll get it.

- Yeah?
- [Wiggins]
Sonny, glad I caught you.

Couple of things.
First of all, tonight's the night.

11:30 at the Haulover Pier.
Kinda sudden, isn't it?

These people aren't bus drivers, Sonny.
They don't work to a timetable.

Yeah. Okay, okay.
What else?

Well, it involves Caitlin.
Uh, maybe I should talk to her directly?

She's unavailable right now.
I think I can relay the message.

Right. Right.

Well, tell her that, uh, tomorrow's shoot
has been moved up to tonight, 8:00.

Tonight?

We've got dinner reservations tonight.

That's a pity.

See, Klaus Herrmann is leaving
on the first plane to Berlin tomorrow morning.

His photographs
will practically guarantee us
a national cover on very glossy stock.

All right? It's in Coral Gables.
Got a pen?

No, but I got a good memory.

The address is 2641 Wexford Road,

in the Gables, 8:00.

Tell her not to be late.

[Tapping Keys]

Lieutenant,

I'm gonna need full-on backup.

The Haulover Pier, about 11:30.

Yes, sir.

[Handset Settles In Cradle]

What time you want me
to pick you up?

You got a date or somethin'?

Why don't you come in and watch?

Well, I guess she'll wait.
[Laughs]

So, uh, they feed ya
before they shoot ya?

Yeah, I suppose so.
Don't worry about me, darlin'.

Sorry about dinner.

That's all right.
That's showbiz.

I'm still sorry.

[Camera Shutter Clicking]

Uh, Miss Davies, uh, just finishing.
Could you wait just a moment?

Uh, take your time.

Oh, no.
[Chuckles]

Okay.

Freeze!

Cait? Cait, are you all right?

Baby?
I want you to stay down here.

Stay down and don't you move.

You have the right to remain silent.

Don't tell me you're a cop!

Anything you say can and will
be used against you in a court of law.

Can't we discuss this
like civilized human beings?

You have the right to an attorney.

If you can't afford an attorney,
one will be provided for you.

♪♪ [Man Singing Soft Rock]

Got everything?

Yeah.

I'm gonna miss you so much.

Nah, you're gonna be busy.

And I'm gonna stay pretty busy
since we got the break in the Santangelo case.

Where you goin' first?
Memphis.

And then O.K. City
and North Carolina—

South Carolina.

I don't know.
Somewhere.

I'll call you every night.

And I'll see you in New York, yeah?

Three weeks from tomorrow.

I know it's different worlds, Sonny,

but tell me we can make it work.

Or die tryin'.

♪♪ [Continues]

♪♪ [Continues]

♪♪ [Fades]