Miami Vice Page #13

EXT. CIRCLE 6 MOTEL, PARKING LOT - U-HAUL-IT TRUCK - NIGHT

Alone in the acid-yellow glare of the sodium vapor lights.

We wait. We don't know why we're here.

PARKING LOT PERIMETER - SAWGRASS

MOVE IN...and we REVEAL staked-out are Crockett, Jean-Louis

and Tubbs...

CROCKETT:

Neptune gonna show?

We don't know who he's talking about.

JEAN-LOUIS

Oh, he'll show. This is his kind

of deal. Crime on crime. Who's

gonna call the cops?

CROCKETT:

(skeptical)

Usually his thing is street

dealers. Torture their families

until they cough up the stash.

This...?

JEAN-LOUIS

He's ambitious.

TUBBS:

Heads up...

ESCALADE:

Lights off. Cruises through the parking lot past the U-Haul-

It to the other side and disappears.

TUBBS (cont'd)

That's slick:
Neptune's Escalade's

worth more than the real estate.

But no one's supposed to notice his

drive-by?

CROCKETT:

Here's another incognito genius...

ANOTHER ANGLE:
MALIBU SS

cruises the other end of the parking lot. The Escalade

returns. All's clear. Both converge around the U-Haul-It

truck. Out of the Escalade steps NEPTUNE - 6'4", narrow-

shouldered and bald. From the Malibu and back of the

Escalade, Four more Haitian ZO POUNDERS with handguns,

shotguns and shades...

NEPTUNE:

pops the lock on the U-Haul-It with a crowbar. He rolls up

the door expecting millions worth of cocaine. Instead he

comes face to face with the barrel of a 12-gauge...

TRUDY:

April Fool, motherf***er.

Trudy whips the butt end of the shotgun around, caving in

Neptune's cheekbone and nose...

WIDER - NEPTUNE

goes down for the count. Switek - under the truck - rolls

out. Crockett, Tubbs with shotguns, Jean-Louis and Zito with

CAR-15s emerge from the perimeter with bright lights on

shouting for the Haitians to freeze...

TUBBS:

(Patois)

Arrete! Arrete! Freeze!

(to one)

Et vous, mo-fo!

A 250-lb. ZO POUNDER brings up his weapon. Crockett BLOWS

the guy's legs out from under him. Zito disarms him. The

other two are disarmed.

NEPTUNE:

is rolled over by Crockett. He plastic-ties his wrists and

feet. Others are manhandled...

JEAN-LOUIS

(in French)

Get the f*** in the truck...!

Zo Pounders, plastic-tied, are thrown into the truck with the

thousand kilos of cocaine. But not Neptune. The gate is

rolled down and padlocked.

CUT TO:

INT. SAFE HOUSE - CROCKETT - NIGHT

staring at his satellite cell. Waiting. He looks out the

window at the passing river. Soft voices from another

room...probably Tubbs and Gina. It's five in the morning.

It rings. He answers.

JOSÉ YERO (O.S.)

Client got delivery. But there

were..."extras" in the back of the

truck.

CROCKETT:

"Extras" tried to relieve us of

your weight...

(beat)

And by the by, you know of a player

in Overtown who goes by the name of

"Things Aquatic"?

JOSÉ YERO

I do. We don't do business with

him...

CROCKETT:

He tried to..."do business"...with

you. Around ten. His place. Be

there.

JOSÉ YERO

I'll be there.

EXT. OVERTOWN STREET - JOSÉ YERO IN A TINTED EXCURSION - DAY

cruises storefront churches, chacouteries, Baptist missions,

Haitian restaurants and palm trees. Men in dark trousers and

white shirts lean in doorways. The SUV preceding Yero stops

three houses before us. The Excursion with Yero stops two

houses beyond. Security - very casually - deploys. NOW,

Yero approaches...seen through the curtains of the window

we're looking through. Reveal Tubbs watching.

And, he crosses to the door and opens it as Yero cautiously

enters.

INT. LIVING ROOM - YERO

And his face registers surprise.

CROCKETT:

Look familiar?

DOPE:

Carefully stacked in the living room are the PLASTIC-WRAPPED

BRICKS OF COCAINE THAT CROCKETT AND TUBBS STOLE FROM SAL

MAGUDA'S WAREHOUSE WHEN THEY BLEW UP HIS BOATS.

Hog-tied and bleeding all over his clothes, in the corner is

Neptune. His mouth is taped. He's shaking his

head...disclaiming, disowning and disavowing...

TUBBS:

This the load you lost a while

back?

JOSÉ YERO

It is. He try to take tonight's

load?

CROCKETT:

Yeah.

JOSÉ YERO

And what do I do with him?

TUBBS:

(shrugs)

Whatever you want. Like we said,

we're not into violence.

Yero looks around the corner and sees Switek and Zito in the

dining room, casually at ease with Galil assault

rifles...meaning "don't even think about it"...

CUT TO:

INT. AN EMPTY MANSION - JOSÉ YERO - DAY

The empty mansion is on its own peninsula. Through the

windows we see a yacht and Crockett's 48' Stryker, its canopy

open but without its racing supergraphics. The mansion

interior...all Beaumaniers limestone...is devoid of all

furnishing. They sit on white plastic garden chairs from

Sears.

JOSÉ YERO

(suspicious)

I walk into Neptune's house...very

nice. But I also see you... and

our drugs that got ripped from

Maguda.

TUBBS:

You don't like us finding your

load? We can go and lose it all

over again...

CROCKETT:

How 'bout this? How'd Neptune know

where to hit us? Huh? Whose Op

sec's got a leak? Yours?

JOSÉ YERO

What'd Neptune tell you?

CROCKETT:

He didn't. Interrogation's not in

our skill set.

(beat)

So c'mon, what suspicions have you

master-minded off these

associations?

JOSÉ YERO

(whispers in Spanish to

Isabella)

Here's what this is...ask how much

they want to turn back to us our

load...

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