Miami Vice Page #5

CLOSER:
CROCKETT

has his handgun out and is waving Alonzo over to the

shoulder. Tubbs keeps the chopper almost blocking Alonzo's

Bentley. Alonzo pulls over. Tubbs wheels around and lands

on the shoulder. They approach...

ALONZO STEVENS:

exits the Bentley and walks toward Crockett and Tubbs. He

holds his hand out to keep them at a distance.

Freeway traffic roars past. Crockett and Tubbs don't get too

close, heeding Alonzo's warning...

TUBBS:

(incensed, over traffic

noise)

What the hell did you do?

STEVENS:

The Feeb gig was I front a coupla

undercover, Russian-speakers to

them. One's ATF. And broker the

deal. Set up the meet with the NLR

types...

Stevens takes a low-resolution E-mailed image from his pocket

and hands it to Tubbs. Tubbs looks up, shocked, hands it to

Crockett. Stevens' head rotates loosely on his

shoulders...his mind's elsewhere...

CROCKETT'S POV:
IMAGE

Alonzo's wife, Francine, is bound - clothes torn - to a chair

in a TV room. On the floor are two young boys bound with

plastic ties. Paper bags are over their heads. Francine's

eyes are as large as saucers. Around her neck is a necklace

of C-4 explosive connected to a detonator.

STEVENS (cont'd)

(shouts)

So I gave them up, man! Gave up

the Feds! Gave up everything

I knew. Now I got to go home...

CROCKETT:

How'd they get onto you?

STEVENS:

How do I know? But it was from the

get-go. Knew the FBI had run me

into them.

(beat)

Sonny, I gotta go...!

MEANWHILE:

INT. ALONZO STEVENS' HOUSE - TRUDY - NIGHT

and a Miami PD SWAT team crash through the front door.

Another team through the back. Trudy in a tactical vest is

second in with a 12-gauge. The house is empty. Gina and

other detectives hang in the rear. First SWAT team "clears"

the living room, dining room. Second clears the kitchen,

maid's quarters...

INT. ALONZO STEVENS' HOUSE - DOOR TO DEN - NIGHT

...last room to clear...center of the house. SWAT teams

appear around corners. Weapons up. The looks on their faces

tell us nobody is here...nobody alive...and what they see

gives even these veterans pause as blood pools around the

legs of a family and overturned chairs. Alonzo didn't save

anyone.

TRUDY:

(after changing channel)

Hello, Sonny...?

EXT. FREEWAY - TUBBS

on police radio listens to a message from Trudy while...

STEVENS:

(to Tubbs)

I gotta, I gotta go...!

TUBBS:

Alonzo...

STEVENS:

What...?

TUBBS:

(voice cracks)

Alonzo, you don't need to go home.

Now Alonzo knows.

STEVENS:

They said they wouldn't hurt them,

wouldn't hurt them if...

TUBBS:

They lied.

CROCKETT:

They been known to do that...

Alonzo Stevens has a strange look in his eyes. He looks at

Crockett and Tubbs, as if to say something. He doesn't.

Crockett and Tubbs walk towards him, to reach him...to

console him...

BUT ALONZO STEVENS

backs away. Looks at them sadly. And before they can stop

him, he steps out onto the freeway, opens his arms, and

embraces the front bumper of a 70 m.p.h. 18-wheeler.

INT. MERCEDES CL-500 - CROCKETT + TUBBS - NIGHT

Grim, silent, race through Miami traffic to the crime scene

we know is ahead because...

OVER TUBBS' SHOULDER we see all the lights from two dozen

emergency vehicles a quarter mile ahead. Death is not

procedural or casual, not when it's somebody you know, like

an informant you worked cases with. Cell phone rings.

TUBBS:

Yeah.

CASTILLO (V.O.)

What's your twenty?

TUBBS:

Quarter mile away. We see the

lights...

CASTILLO (V.O.)

Turn around.

TUBBS:

(taking cell)

We know these people...!

CASTILLO:

Grieve elsewhere.

CUT TO:

INT. PARKING STRUCTURE, TOP FLOOR - ANGRY MEN - 3 A.M.

in a concrete space. We've entered mid-scene.

FUJIMA:

We're not certain...

CASTILLO:

You said Nazi Low-riders...?

FUJIMA:

We're not certain!

TUBBS:

C'mon, man!

FUJIMA:

We think NLR. We don't know!

Alonzo only fronted as a broker for

our guys to make the meet. He

wasn't deep into the crew.

CROCKETT:

White gangs...? It doesn't track.

TUBBS:

White gangs is tweakers and a

crystal meth lab in a trailer park.

Bounce around the old lady Saturday

night and get your recidivist ass

busted back...

FUJIMA:

Not anymore. This is a distribution

network out of South Florida,

moving poly-drug loads, crystal

meth through coke, to Nashville,

Atlanta, Memphis, Cleveland. And

computer fraud, identity theft.

It's like that.

CASTILLO:

(to the point)

Tell them what you want.

FUJIMA:

They knew about Alonzo, before he

made a move on them. They had our

operation. They've cut into us.

CROCKETT:

How?

FUJIMA:

We don't know.

TUBBS:

Break your encryption? Hack your e-

mail? Employee databases?

Somebody on the inside?

FUJIMA:

We don't know. And that's the

point. Maybe there's a mole.

Whatever, it's a disaster. And

it's a Joint Interagency Task

Force. I have DEA, ATF, U.S.

Customs components in on it. So

the penetration could be from any

one agency. What we do know is I

have to suspend operations right

now from undercover work through

interdictions 'cause I have to

assume our Operational Security is

blown.

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