Miami Vice Page #11

MONTOYA:

Please take that seat on the

side...

TUBBS:

Thank you.

MONTOYA:

(polite, friendly)

Excuse me because I am very busy

and have many things to do, so this

will be brief. Yes?

(beat; not waiting)

We will try you on a "run." One.

To build trust. We do a thousand

kis. In all matters, when you work

for us, you must do exactly what

you say you will do.

(beat)

In this business with me, if you

say you will do a thing, you must

do exactly that thing.

(beat)

Then? You will prosper beyond your

dreams and you can live in Miami in

millionaire style.

(beat)

If you are arrested, there will be

lawyers made available to you in

the United States. You will use

them. Anything you need, you will

be provided by me. It cost you

nothing. You will contact and work

through José Yero on logistics and

communications. To do with money,

you will work through my wife,

Isabella...

Crockett notices that Montoya lightly holds her hand. It's

confident. And he sees the slight smile on Isabella's face

as she watches he and Tubbs...

MONTOYA (cont'd)

More than I, in finance and

business, she is very dangerous. I

look forward to our doing work

together. Whether we do or not, it

is unlikely we will meet again. So

I extend my best wishes to your

families...

(to Tubbs)

Particularly to your beautiful

wife.

(beat)

Thank you for making this long trip

to see me...

Dismissed, they exit.

EXT. TOWN SQUARE - EXTREMELY CLOSE: TUBBS

Subterranean alarms are going off. Tubbs finds himself in

this small city, occupied by narcotraffickers and their

security in the middle of nowhere. Urgency agitates Tubbs.

He controls it...

CROCKETT:

in the town square, now, too. But Isabella stayed inside

Montoya's Suburban. Now, she lowers her window.

ROADBLOCKS:

break up. Montoya's Suburbans pull out. The security cordon

deforms. It all disappears around them. It leaves only the

Mercedes, a driver, and Crockett and Tubbs...

CLOSER:
CROCKETT

looks after the caravan.

CROCKETT'S POV:
ISABELLA'S EYES

in the side-view mirror on the passenger side. She is

looking at him.

CROCKETT:

holds that look.

ISABELLA'S EYES IN THE MIRROR

holds his.

CROCKETT:

Sound deadens. His attention is on the woman in the

mirror...until it's broken by Tubbs' attention to his cell

phone.

TUBBS' CELL PHONE

Signal strength returns. Tubbs punches in numbers.

TUBBS:

(low)

...who did we just meet?

He waits. A phone rings. It's picked up by Gina.

GINA (O.S.)

Hello...?

Tubbs is relieved...

TUBBS:

You okay?

GINA:

Yeah.

TUBBS:

You sure?

GINA:

Yes. What's up?

TUBBS:

Nothing. Calling to say hi...

What's up with you?

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. SAFE HOUSE, KITCHEN - GINA

GINA:

Bored.

To Tubbs, that's good news.

TUBBS:

Okay...see you soon.

GINA:

...and thanks for the flowers.

EXT. HAITIAN TOWN SQUARE - TUBBS

TUBBS:

What flowers?

GINA:

The bouquet, here. Five-hundred

dollars worth of roses...yellow.

Pause.

TUBBS:

There a note?

Pause.

GINA:

You mean with the flowers...?

TUBBS:

What's it say?

GINA:

"Salutations from the south..."

A deep chill.

GINA (cont'd)

I...I thought it was from you.

And, now, she gets it. Gina is in the kitchen. Alone, in

their secret safe-house location. She and Tubbs have nothing

to say. He looks to Crockett. The message from Montoya-

Londono is clear: I know you. I can reach out and locate

you our yours. Anytime. YOU ARE NOT SAFE.

TUBBS:

We're on our way...

INT. KITCHEN - GINA - NIGHT

TUBBS (O.S.)

(forced casual)

So why don't you...meet the

plane...

We sense this is code. It means get the f*** out of there

right now!

GINA:

(cool)

Okay.

TUBBS:

Good idea.

(beat)

We'll grab a bite.

Gina ends the call, drops to the floor to the wall, kills the

lights, holds her Sig .9mm at her side as she moves deeper

into the interior...

CUT TO:

INT. CUBAN CAFE ON CALLE OCHO, MIAMI - TUBBS + GINA - 4 AM

Close on their two faces. He's holding her hand under the

table. The noise of the surrounding crowd is a ROAR. That's

the idea. They want their words buried under noise...

PAST GINA:
CROCKETT

discreetly at the door, watching the street. Trudy, Switek

and Zito are at adjacent tables.

GINA:

...the lease, the phones, the

cars...layers of false ident.

Would take the FBI weeks. How long

did it take them? Three hours?

Four?

(re:
the note)

This means, "We can reach out and

touch somebody." Like Bad

Teleflora.

TUBBS:

(cuts in)

...even if they could run the

identities you built to EPIC, all

they'll find is more cover...

Trust what you built. It's

quality, girl. We're cool...

GINA:

(leans in; holds his hand

tighter)

...you are trying to reassure me

because you know when people get

anxious, they make mistakes.

You're worried about me. Do not

be.

(into his eyes)

I am careful. I am cool. I got

Trudy, backup, whatever. You worry

about you. Because you are the

ones who are in denied territory,

not me. If your focus is on me,

you'll miss something coming at

you. That's how people slip up.

Get hurt. And I'd die if anything

happened. You worry about you.

You and Sonny...are in the

dangerous place. I'm fine...

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