Miami Blues Page #3

I used to rob people | who robbed people.

Kind of like Robin Hood?

Except I didn't | give the money...

to the poor people.

You don't do that | anymore, do you?

I got investments now.

Good. You got me | out of the life.

Now you stay out of crime.

Sounds good.

Promise?

Yeah, sure. | Why not?

Say you promise.

I promise.

Henderson?

Sanchez. Homicide.

Oh, my replacement.

How is he?

He's got a cervical | disc injury...

a dislocated jaw, bruises...

uh, got a concussion... | I don't know how bad it is.

Somebody really | worked him over.

Did he tell you | who did it?

What happened?

No. He's in and out | of consciousness.

Drop the knife, Pablo.

My name isn't Gotlieb.

Sergeant Hoke Moseley, | homicide.

That little girl | you sent up to my room?

She's 15 years old, man.

She's 23, man. | She's not 15.

Look. Sergeant Lackley | checked her I.D.

Why don't you call him? | I pay him every week.

Maybe you two guys | can get together.

How much you pay | Lackley every week?

$500 a week. Don't.

All right, from now on, | Lackley gets 250.

The other 250 to me...

at the Primrose Hotel. | You got it, man?

Lackley's not gonna go | for any split like that.

You tell the guy | at the desk...

to leave it for me | in the safe.

Hi. What can I get for you?

Uh...iced coffee.

Hey! What are you doing?

Open!

Open the goddamn | drawer now! Do it!

Stop or I'll shoot!

You just shot me.

I fired a warning shot | and it hit you.

You're no cop.

No problem.

There is no problem.

Police. Homicide.

You people go about | your business.

You finish your lunches, | your breakfasts, whatever.

Don't worry, lady.

I'm gonna call | an ambulance now...

on the radio | in my police car.

Yeah. I'll be right back.

Slow down.

Go ahead.

Stop right here!

Furnished?

Yeah, with almost antiques.

How much?

I been worried sick!

Where you been all day?

Dumb question.

Did you get the money?

I cashed in | the $10,000 CD...

but I decided to keep | the N.O.W. account open...

for 8 more days.

What did I tell you?

Huh?

They said if I keep it | open for 8 more days...

I'll be eligible | for a teapot.

I'm sorry.

It's just 8 more days.

You'll still be here, | won't you?

I don't know.

My problem is | that I can have...

everything and anything | that I want...

but I don't know | what I want.

Tell me again about that | Burger World franchise.

OK.

You need $50,000.

You borrow another 50,000 | from Burger World...

and you wait for an opening.

But why? | What's the purpose?

To make a living, | that's all.

You hire kids, so you | can pay 'em nothing.

And you watch 'em | real close...

or they will | steal you blind.

And...and you save | your money...

and you buy | a nice little house...

with a white picket fence.

And you live | happily ever after.

I tell you what. | Let's go straight...

to the "happily | ever after" part, OK?

I can't see any point...

in hanging out | at a Burger World...

no matter how much money | you're gonna make.

It's stupid.

You can forget about | Burger World, honey.

I'm gonna | take care of you...

and you're gonna | take care of me.

That's our purpose.

Do you know any | married people today?

Hmm? They're a team.

They pull together, | and they get rich.

They got it all.

And you know | that little house...

you were just | talking about?

I rented us one | in Coral Gables today.

Oh, Junior.

That's what you were | up to all day?

I'm gonna take | such good care of you.

Mm-hmm.

He was a big guy, man. | Bigger than you.

Got up from the table, | said he was homicide.

Pulled a badge?

After he whacks the dude.

It was cold, man, ice cold.

Thanks, Blink.

What do I owe you?

It's on the house, bro.

Come on.

I like the air conditioning | on frozen.

Me, too.

1/2 ounce. | Primo, man.

Thanks, man.

Hey, half that's mine.

F*** you! I sold it. | I keep the money.

These are my contacts. | They're my people.

I don't give a sh*t | about your contacts.

Don't turn your back. | I'm tired of your sh*t.

Get out of my face!

Police! Freeze!

Stand over there.

Put that on. | Right through there.

You know what to do, | Shorty.

Hey!

I don't believe this.

I'm gonna let | you two guys go...

with a little warning.

Don't get caught.

Sh*t!

Police! Don't move!

You can go now.

Give me your wallet!

Come on, man. | Move it...

Police! Drop it!

I said drop it.

Shoot him!

Make it, Julio.

Comprendo?

Yeah. Yeah.

That's my purse!

Stop him!

Stop! Somebody | please help me!

Go get him.

Thank you, officer.

Yeah, that's great, lady.

But...you're a cop!

Hey! Police! Police!

You have anything | against broccoli...

cauliflower, | stuff like that?

I don't want to talk | about that at this time.

Oh.

What are you going to do | now that we're married?

Take care of the house, | shop, fix dinner.

Take care of the babies.

Is that what | you'd like to do?

Be a mother?

Well, I don't...

I guess so.

l...I don't... | I don't know.

I lived with a girl | once for 2 months.

She didn't do anything...

a housewife was | supposed to do.

I thought you said | you were married.

I told you that before | I really knew you.

What I'm driving at, | Susie, is...

I want to have | a regular life.

I want to go to work | in the morning...

sometimes at night...

come home | to a clean house...

and a hot meal...

and a loving wife | just like you.

I don't want to have | any babies.

This world's a sh*t hole.

You think | you can handle that?

I do.

I do.

This is better | than counting money.

These yours?

I can't tell.

Yeah. This, uh... | nail polish.

We found two muscleheads | cuffed together.

Jesus! | He's making arrests?

We did some | routine prints.

They match those taken...

from the scene of | the dumbbell murders.

I've been working | that case for 15 months.

Congratulations. | Case is closed.

Find Gotlieb?

We're looking for him.

Ohh...let's get | the f*** out of here.

I'll find him.

Maybe you should wait | and let him solve...

a couple more from | your case load, huh?

Will you have | a seat, please?

Where, here?

Your name, please?

Ziffel. Fred Ziffel.

Is that the way you want | the account to read?

No. I want it to read | "Arnold Ziffel."

Here you go.

Thanks.

Hey, Eddie.

Here's the key | to your new suite.

Oh, and some Cuban kid | on a bicycle...

made two deliveries.

Uh, 250 in both.

I'm sorry. | I opened them.

It's OK, Eddie.

Thanks.

Uh-huh.

Who is it?

Lackley. Vice.

Slide your I.D. | under the door.

Are you f***ing serious?

Try me! | Next thing you hear...

will be a bullet | coming through the door!

Pablo sent this.

What?

What's the matter, Sarge? | Got a guilty conscience?

I just got out | of the hospital.

I know all about you.

I like your place here, | too. It's very nice.

You also got | a little something...

that belongs to me, | don't you, Gums?

What the f*** | you talkin' about?

I never seen you | before in my life.

Now, listen, Sarge...

you think you're moving in | on my territory?

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