Miami Vice Page #10

TUBBS:

That's it.

They split.

CUT TO:

INT. HOTEL - THIRD FLOOR CORRIDOR - CROCKETT + TUBBS -

TWILIGHT:

approach their door. Crockett stops. The tape "trap" is

torn. Weapons appear in their hands. Someone's been here.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - CROCKETT + TUBBS

enter stealthily. Then, they relax. They need not have

bothered being so careful about detecting a clandestine

surveillance.

OVER CROCKETT + TUBBS

The room is overtly destroyed. Not one piece of furniture is

unbroken. Walls have been opened. Pictures ripped.

Curtains. Their stuff's strewn all over. And, then...

DOORS CRASH:

in. HAITIAN PARAMILITARY in soccer jerseys and shorts with

assault rifles...

BEDROOM DOORWAY - FOUR MORE PARAMILITARY

AK's are aimed at Crockett and Tubbs' heads. Crockett's .45

and his Para-Ordnance are in each hand. Tubbs' shotgun is

aimed at the front door, his .9mm at the men streaming in the

windows. Frozen moment. A woman's voice...

ISABELLA (O.S.)

(to Crockett)

Put your guns on the table...

(enters, sits)

If we wanted you dead, you would no

longer be drawing breath in Miami.

We wouldn't have brought you all

the way here.

CROCKETT:

Really? So, what is this, a party?

Crockett + Tubbs put down their weapons.

TUBBS:

We'll have room service wipe up the

furniture...and bring drinks.

Isabella says something in French. The Cops ease-up.

Isabella's personal security frisks Crockett + Tubbs and

remain. Paramilitary leave.

CROCKETT:

Glad we came. This place is a lot

of fun if you're Doctors Without

Borders. So...?

Isabella takes off her glasses. She's Afro-Cuban.

ISABELLA:

I run down the numbers. Nothing is

very negotiable. Small loads? We

pay three thousand a ki.

We pay your fuel costs up front

plus ten percent. The next ten

percent on U.S. landfall.

TUBBS:

Define small.

ISABELLA:

Two, three thousand a ki.

Two thousand ki's, your end is

$6,000,000.

(beat)

Complex transshipments or dealing

with containers, these have front-

loaded costs we pickup.

(beat)

For this kind of weight, the

balance of 80% is when our buyer

picks up the load.

(beat)

Transactions are offshore. Dollars

or euros. Secure internet

transfers. We have lists of Cayman

and Isle of Man banks infiltrated

by IRS, to be avoided...

(beat)

No transactions of cash or other

banking instruments take place on

U.S. soil...

(beat)

That's the deal.

CROCKETT:

I thought we had to meet the Man.

ISABELLA:

You do.

CROCKETT:

When?

ISABELLA:

Right now.

As she leaves...

INT. MERCEDES - CROCKETT + TUBBS - NIGHT

in the back seat on a rural road. Isabella is not with them.

One of her Russians is. In the front seat, his SMG is ready;

his eyes never leave Crockett and Tubbs.

EXT. ROAD - CARAVAN

A military Hummer in the front carries Isabella with her

security. Behind is a crew cab with bench seats loaded with

Haitian paramilitary.

INT. MERCEDES - TUBBS

They approach a town. He nudges Crockett. A police

roadblock's ahead.

CROCKETT:

has seen something else. He indicates the pager on his

waist.

TUBBS' POV:
PAGER - NO SIGNAL

That's what's surprising. Tubbs pulls his cell phone.

Meanwhile, they're slowing down for the police roadblock.

Crockett gets tense...

TUBBS:

watches. His cell's SIGNAL STRENGTH INDICATOR steps down to

zero.

EXT. POLICE ROADBLOCK - COPS

stop the caravan. Is this turning bad?

INT. CAR - CROCKETT

alarmed.

EXT. ROADBLOCK - HAITIAN COPS

check under the vehicles with mirrors. See all the weapons.

Salute. Usher the convoy past.

INT. MERCEDES - CROCKETT + TUBBS

exchange a look. Then they get it. The cops work as

security for the narcotrafficker. The caravan advances

towards a major intersection. This one is blocked-off by

Haitian military.

EXT. SECOND CHECKPOINT - CAR DOOR

is snatched open. Haitian soldiers search Crockett and

Tubbs. They defer to the Russian-speaking security.

Mercedes pulls forward...

CROCKETT:

eyes his pager; Tubbs his cell phone: no signal in an urban

area? Blocking signal traffic is something the CIA does over

Baghdad. It's not supposed to be happening in Haiti on a

dope deal.

CROCKETT + TUBBS

SEE a third circle of security approach.

PRIVATE-SECTOR TYPES IN BUSINESS SUITS

carrying automatic weapons, some more casually dressed, some

with night-vision goggles. The vehicles stop.

EXT. TOWN SQUARE

Crockett and Tubbs are directed to get out. They're pushed

around and searched. A working class Glaswegion Scot, a

couple of 5'10" Brits are off to the side with short hair and

shoulders that are too deep and faces like Rugby players (ex-

SAS). Russians are ex-KGB. Languages overheard: smatterings

of Russian, Hebrew and English. Crockett and Tubbs look at

each other:
they get it. This is the cream of private

sector security. And it says top dollar infrastructure.

THEY + WE SEE:
EXT. TOWN SQUARE

Four avenues lead in. Each avenue is blocked. The square is

closed down to vehicles and pedestrians. Locals have

disappeared. In the center of the square are FOUR MATCHING

BLACK SUBURBANS.

CROCKETT:

gestures to Tubbs to look up. They see...

ROOFTOPS:
TWO-MAN TEAMS - SNIPER + SPOTTER

with night-vision goggles...

CROCKETT + TUBBS

are clean.

CROCKETT, TUBBS + ISABELLA

cross through a no-man's land. It feels like being in the

open in Kosovo.

TUBBS:

checks out the first Suburban's uplink satellite dish on a

hydraulic mast. The rear's converted into computer equipment

sitting in ruggedized racks...

INT. SECOND SUBURBAN - WIDE

Doors open. The interior has been converted into a

luxurious, limo-like office with swivel seats. Isabella

followed by Crockett and Tubbs enter. It's occupied by

ARCHANGEL DE JESUS MONTOYA-LONDONO. He's not flashy. He has

smooth skin, slightly opalescent, black eyes. His right arm

is normal length, but shriveled.

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