Miami Vice Page #12

Gina leans back in her chair. Their eyes still connect

across the distance between them. Their hands still touch.

GINA (cont'd)

(loud)

F*** 'em. They sent us some

flowers. Big deal. Thanks for the

flowers...

Gina Calabrese shrugs. Tubbs laughs, and we are...

INT. SAFE HOUSE - BEDROOM - 4 AM

Low music. Dark shadows. Half-light washes the walls from

passing headlights. Tubbs are Gina are naked. It's the

lovemaking of a man and a woman when they hold precious the

moments they have because they know that in these moments

they are safe. And that the present is fleeting. And they

know their time together is about luck. Because life is

short. Departure is imminent. Nothing lives forever. It's

in their faces and their eyes...

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INT. SHACK (GUAJIRA PENINSULA, COLOMBIA) - CROCKETT - DAWN

A lantern lights his face. The night is soft. Crockett's

with a couple of campesinos, playing poker and drinking beer.

Whoever's shack this is, is a Tupac Shakur freak. His image

is on all the walls. A diesel truck starts and pulls away

outside.

EXT. LANDING STRIP - TUBBS - NIGHT

checking the cargo tie-downs inside an A-500 Adam aircraft.

He's sweating. His shirt's off. The cargo is ten black

plastic-wrapped and taped bundles. Like any good pilot,

Tubbs trusts nobody but himself to tie-down the load. The

rear seats are removed. There's a plastic bladder holding a

reserve of 50 gallons of AvGas.

INT. SHACK - CROCKETT

wins. The girls shriek. Crockett pushes the money towards

the Campesinos. They refuse. Crockett insists. One will

only accept the money if Crockett accepts his Randall hunting

knife. He does. Tubbs is in the doorway.

CROCKETT:

We set.

Crockett kisses the girls, gracious about the gift. Tubbs

looks out into the night.

TUBBS:

To the limit.

CROCKETT:

You worried about the tree line, US

Customs AWACS, or something else on

your mind?

TUBBS:

Like...?

CROCKETT:

Gina in the Miami pad.

(no answer)

You gonna give me phony denials?

TUBBS:

No.

(beat)

You gonna give me phony

reassurances?

CROCKETT:

No.

TUBBS:

Good. So let's go...

They head toward the strange-looking plane. It's a single

fuselage with two propellers...one at the nose, one at the

tail. Off the wings are two booms that connect to a rear

wing. It's a Burt Rutan aircraft design.

There is neither metal nor exposed exhausts for radar or IF

to spot. It does 200 knots at 22,000 feet. It'll fly,

forever, 1,000 kilos of flake worth $23 million, and the

total air weight is less than two Bentleys. It's the

smuggler's dream airplane.

EXT. LANDING STRIP - END OF RUNWAY - A-500 ADAMS

heads for the tree-line. It will not make it. At the last

moment, Tubbs pulls back the stick and the plane lofts over

the trees, clipping the tops...

INT. A-500 - CROCKETT

throws a look sideways at Tubbs.

EXT. SKY - A-500

airborne over the Caribbean, heading north...

CROCKETT (O.S.)

(into radio)

Transglobal Airlines flight zero-

zero-zero...is in the air...

ZITO (V.O.)

Roger that.

INT. A-500 - CROCKETT - MUCH LATER

is dozing. A signal.

Tubbs points up and to the right. Crockett wakes, looks. An

Aero Commander Turbo Twin is paralleling the A-500's course.

Now, it slides over them...almost into a collision. It sits

right over the A-500, separated by only 75 feet.

INT. OPA-LOCKA AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL - TRAFFIC CONTROLLER - DAY

handling a myriad of flights, reacts. On his radar he sees

next to the image of the Aero Commander, a ghost image....

AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER

Eleven-ten, Sierra, do you have a

visual on another aircraft...?

INT. AERO COMMANDER - SWITEK + ZITO - DAY

Switek is flying and looks down at the A-500 below...

ZITO:

Negative, Opa-Locka.

INT. OPA-LOCKA AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL - TRAFFIC CONTROLLER

keys his radio.

AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER

Opa-Locka Air Traffic Control to

JIT 0-seven-six-Nellie-Charlie...

AWAC (V.O.)

Hello, Opa-Locka. What's up?

AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER

I've got an Aero Commander coming

in on a two-seventy-nine heading,

but I had a double image...like

there's another plane there, now

I'm only picking up on one. What

do you read?

INT. US CUSTOMS AWAC - RADAR OFFICER

RADAR OFFICER:

Let me see...

His FLIR (Forward Looking Infrared) picks up Switek and

Zito's Air Commander. He flips through all the different

modalities of detection, including thermography, for anything

else suspicious in the airspace...

AWAC RADAR OFFICER

(into mic)

Too many Mai Tais at lunch...

You're seeing double. One blip.

One plane.

EXT. SKY - SIDE SHOT: THE AERO COMMANDER LIKE A PANCAKE ON

TOP OF THE A-500 RIGHT BELOW IT

We get the joke. The A-500 with its stealthiness under the

Aero Commander together like a single footprint.

AERIAL ANGLE:
TWO PLANES

piggybacked, enter US airspace and cross the coastline into

Florida.

From underneath, the Aero Commander sweeps to the right on

approach as Tubbs radically dives for the trees, hugging the

contour at 220 knots at 150 feet...having snuck this plane

and its load into the United States of America.

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