Miami Vice Page #14

Yero's certain about their motive.

ISABELLA:

We want it back.

CROCKETT:

Okay.

ISABELLA:

What's the recovery? How much are

you looking for?

TUBBS:

(to Crockett)

How much we looking for?

CROCKETT:

Nothing.

ISABELLA:

What's "nothing"?

CROCKETT:

Nothing. As in "free, gratis."

TUBBS:

And as an investment in the

future...

ISABELLA:

(takes off her glasses and

looks at Crockett)

"Future" of...?

CROCKETT:

A fine...business...relationship...

She holds Crockett's look...as she did before.

TUBBS:

It's yours cause what's yours, is

yours. And what's ours is ours...

(to Yero)

...like the second ten-percent,

which is now due, Yero, my ace.

Isabella gestures. Yero kicks across the floor a cardboard

box full of money. Tubbs glances inside. Doesn't count it.

TUBBS (cont'd)

What's up next? Or is this a one-

time deal?

Isabella decides.

ISABELLA:

(to Yero)

Give them the shipment on the

seventeenth...

Yero doesn't like it. She gestures "do it."

TUBBS:

Conveyance?

ISABELLA:

Maritime. Jose will fill you in.

And she starts to leave...and sensing Crockett's gotten up

and follows her. Meanwhile

TUBBS:

(to Yero)

Lay it out...

And Crockett, close behind Isabella, now...

CROCKETT:

(low)

There is one thing you can do for

me in recognition of the death-

defying risks we took to recover

your product...

ISABELLA:

(low)

And what is that?

This is the wife of narcotrafficker Archangel de Jesus

Montoya-Londono.

CROCKETT:

Let me buy you a drink.

Isabella pauses. Crockett may get killed right now. They're

near the open doors to the patio.

ISABELLA:

(low)

What do you like to drink?

CROCKETT:

(low)

I'm a fiend for mojitas.

Isabella looks over at Crockett's boat. Back to Crockett...

ISABELLA:

(low)

How fast does that go?

CROCKETT:

It goes very fast.

ISABELLA:

Show me...?

Isabella and Crockett head outside towards the dock, Tubbs

overtakes...

TUBBS:

Can I talk to you for a second,

partner...?

They step aside.

TUBBS (cont'd)

(low, re:
Isabella)

Wha's up...?

CROCKETT:

(low)

I know what I'm doing.

And he leaves to help Isabella board. Switek unties and

pushes off the boat. Looking out the window at them is José

Yero, as perplexed as Tubbs, who covers...

TUBBS:

...secure satellite comms.

encrypted e-mail, the longs and

lats for the transshipment

point...all that? It's all cool.

But I need a vector, not a

location. 'Cause ships move.

That's why they call them ships.

Ship stops? It's trying to be an

apartment building. At sea that

attracts attention. That's bad...

Meanwhile...

INT. STRYKER, CABIN - CROCKETT + ISABELLA

pulling away from the docks at 12 knots, repressing the

thunder of the 2,700-horsepower engines. Crockett leaves the

canopy slid back. They're open to the air. He gives

Isabella headsets so they can talk over the roar. The wind

starts to move her hair. She's not sure how to put on the

headset.

Crockett lets the boat rock over the swells while he arranges

her headset around her ears. His fingers brush her hair,

touch her skin...

It was not intentional. But the look in Crockett's eyes is

as if a small voltage passed through him.

He plugs her headset into the dash, regains the wheel, shoves

the throttles forward and...

EXT. OPEN OCEAN - "BORN TO WIN"

cuts and then leaps over swells. In seven seconds they're

doing over 70 knots. And Crockett holds it there as...

ISABELLA:

The wind whips her hair behind her, now. The two are small

against the smooth 50' long hull. Crockett hands her

wraparound shades for her eyes. She doesn't want them...

CROCKETT:

(through headset)

So where's the best place for

mojitas?

ISABELLA:

Bodeguita del Medio. It's the only

place for mojitas...

CROCKETT:

Where's that?

ISABELLA:

Off a little alley with

cobblestones. Hemingway went

there...

CROCKETT:

The Keys?

ISABELLA:

Havana.

CROCKETT:

Havana? Cubans don't like us or my

business...

ISABELLA:

Are you afraid?

(smiles; Crockett shakes

his head "no")

Good. And you don't need a visa.

Cause you're with me.

EXT. OPEN OCEAN - OVERHEAD "BORN TO WIN" - DAY

rockets from one swell to the next, getting airborne. Wind

and salt electrify Isabella. She turns to Crockett and

smiles, putting on the glasses, now. Crockett gestures to

her knees. She should keep them bent. Crockett pushes it to

75 knots...

FRONTAL:
CROCKETT + ISABELLA

in strong light, ripped by wind. Behind them are ocean and

sky and twenty-foot plumes which jet from the props and make

a wake that vectors in diagonals to what each is leaving

behind them...where they've been...and converge to push them

to the new places where they're headed. Behind, the skies

are leaden. They're racing a storm. Sunlight shafts through

a gap in thunderclouds, turning the clouds yellow. Now, they

turn peach against the darkening open water and the grey sky

behind. The boat vibrates, the engines scream and...

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