Miami Vice Page #3

CROCKETT:

(recognizing him)

Alonzo?

(beat)

What are you talking about? Where

are you...?

STEVENS:

They had me from the gate.

CROCKETT:

I don't understand...

Crockett's alarmed. He catches Tubbs' eye and waves him

outside...

STEVENS:

I gave up nothing on you guys.

Don't worry. I kept you and Rico

out of it. Only the Feds. They're

on their own...it's all their deal,

anyway, so f*** 'em.

CROCKETT (O.S.)

Alonzo, what's goin' on?!

STEVENS:

After I check on Francine and the

boys, then I'm gone. Sonny, tell

Rico I'm so sorry. I wanted you to

know...

Tubbs joins Crockett on the balcony.

CROCKETT:

Where are you?

STEVENS (O.S.)

...look after her. Ask Rico to.

Okay? Do that for me. I had to do

it. They had me from the gate.

Do that. Whatever you can do for

them. Okay?

(breaks)

Look what I did to them, Sonny...!

CROCKETT:

Alonzo...!

STEVENS (O.S.)

Goodbye.

Crockett's phone goes dead.

TUBBS:

What is it?

CROCKETT:

Alonzo...

TUBBS:

Stevens?

CROCKETT:

(nods)

Something's wrong.

Crockett's entering a number while...

TUBBS:

(dialing)

I'll try Francine...

Meanwhile Crockett HEARS...

MACHINE VOICE:

(recording)

Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Our office hours are...

(Crockett punches three-

digit code)

FBI AGENT VOICE:

F.B.I....

CROCKETT:

(cuts him off)

This is Detective Crockett. Miami-

Dade P.D. Patch me through to your

Special Agent in Charge, James

Fujima? It's an emergency...

FBI AGENT:

He'll be in on Monday...

CROCKETT:

I said, "emergency." If he's not

reachable, who's running the

weekend? The ASAC?

FBI AGENT:

We don't give that out...

CROCKETT:

Listen carefully.

Crockett compels himself to be patient. Meanwhile, Tubbs has

struck out with Alonzo's home phone.

CROCKETT (cont'd)

(into Nextel)

An informant who is working one of

YOUR cases right now called me.

YOU may have a problem. So get me

somebody on the other end of this

telephone who knows what the hell

I'm talking about...!

Meanwhile...

TUBBS:

(into phone)

C'mon...

VOICE (O.S.)

Miami-Dade PD Tech...

TUBBS:

(into phone)

Bobby G. The firefly we used to

have on Alonzo Stevens' Bentley,

check if it still runs; if so,

launch Air Support. Locate the

Bentley...

(pause, listens)

I don't know...we haven't worked

with him for six months...

CROCKETT:

(waits, then hears a click

on his Nextel)

Hello?

FUJIMA (O.S.)

This is Agent James Fujima.

CROCKETT:

Detective Crockett.

FUJIMA (O.S.)

What's your Miami PD badge number?

CROCKETT:

4-4-7 Charlie 12-92.

FUJIMA (O.S.)

(pause)

Okay. What's up?

CROCKETT:

A C.I. we cut loose to your Joint

Interagency Task Force. Name of

Alonzo Stevens. Now, he's YOUR

informant. Stevens, called us. I

haven't spoken to him for six

months.

I do not know what case you have

him on. I do not know what he is

talking about. But whatever he is

doing for you, it sounds like it is

going bad. Right now...

FUJIMA:

How do I discuss operations over an

open line?

CROCKETT:

How do I know?

(beat)

I got the call from Alonzo on an

open line. That is the hand we

have been dealt at this moment, at

eleven-forty-seven o'clock Friday

night. Okay? I am trying to alert

you, here.

(beat)

You know whether or not...you have

a thing goin' down. I do not.

(beat)

But we know this guy. I think you

know this guy. Normally, he is

cool. Tonight he is distraught.

That is atypical. That engenders

foreboding. Do you understand the

meaning of the word "foreboding"?

As in badness is happening to your

deal right f***ing now?

CUT TO:

EXT. ABANDONED METAL SHED, INDIAN RIVER - WIDE - NIGHT

Nothing. Rusting marine parts and corrugated metal fall into

weeds next on a channel of the Indian River. It cuts through

inner-city Miami. Distant noise. But...

INT. METAL SHED - ARYAN BROTHERS

in low light are strapping up. Kevlar vests go over tattooed

arms and chests. Glimpses of swastikas. Handguns in

waistbands. SMGs (Small Machine Guns) slung from shoulders

over white shirts, business-suit jackets. Everybody wears

surgical gloves. Shoes are industrial.

REAR SHOT:
TWO OF THE BROTHERS

are leaving. One carries a very long rifle with a flash

suppressor. It is a bolt action .50 caliber Burrows.

NEARBY ON THE RIVER

is a second Aryan Brother sniper team with an identical

weapon aimed at an empty lot a thousand yards away across the

Indian River...

INT. METAL SHED

Two Suburbans and an Escalade pull out...

CUT TO:

EXT. INDIAN RIVER - EMPTY LOT

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