Miami Vice Page #6
TUBBS:
As in, your ass is dead in the
water.
FUJIMA:
But Miami PD wasn't part of the
J.I.T. And from what Alonzo said,
he didn't give you up.
CROCKETT:
So what do you want?
FUJIMA:
To recruit you.
Pause.
CASTILLO:
...I didn't want you around the
crime scene because it's crawling
with federal law enforcement. We
don't know who's straight up, who's
not...
CROCKETT:
Recruit us to do what?
FUJIMA:
Get into business with this crew,
identify them. Illuminate their
network. If you're lucky, discover
their source, how they penetrated
us. We'll indict and take it from
there...
CROCKETT:
How do we do that? Make a buy?
(wry)
That went well...
TUBBS:
Reverse undercover? WE supply to
them?
FUJIMA:
They got a steady stream of supply.
So, no...
CROCKETT:
From whom...?
FUJIMA:
A Colombian producer. Named
Archangel de Jesus Montoya-Londono.
CROCKETT:
Never heard of him.
FUJIMA:
From the North Valle area. New.
Low-level, we think.
TUBBS:
Aryan brothers are not going to
change-up suppliers. So...
CROCKETT:
Transpo? How they bringing the
loads in...?
FUJIMA:
They're not. They collect in
Miami. Montoya, the producer,
handles deliveries. That's his
end, and he varies the routes. We
got some FLIR off an AWAC of a
coupla go-fast boats, on one run,
that's all.
Fujima boots up his military-spec laptop to view the FLIR
video. Meanwhile...
TUBBS:
Track with me, here...
(beat)
They knew the "Russians" were
undercover Feeb? They should have
no-showed. But, no, these guys
show anyway, and commit murder upon
federal officers. And steal all
your money...
(beat; to Fujima)
What does that say to you?
CROCKETT:
(speculating)
It says, "We do not fear you."
(to Fujima)
It says, "F*** off and die." It
says, "We get down for
recreation..."
Fujima's Dell laptop glows to life. Two almost
indistinguishable boats and their wakes are SEEN.
CROCKETT (cont'd)
Blow that up...
Crockett's attention goes to something atypical he spots
about the wake emerging behind each boat. He exchanges a
look with Tubbs. But they say nothing.
TUBBS:
(to Crockett)
So?
CROCKETT:
We could try to run loads into
these guys.
(to Fujima)
Run a few loads for Montoya into
South Florida. Into this group.
FUJIMA:
You need to consider a few issues.
CASTILLO:
(to Crockett + Tubbs)
...you'd be operating outside
territorial United States. Your
badges do not count. You have no
authorization to carry weapons. If
you're busted, it could take a long
time to get you re-patriated. And
there's no backup...
(to Fujima)
And you will share with them all
your intel on Montoya...
FUJIMA:
Sure.
CASTILLO:
I mean full disclosure.
FUJIMA:
Of course. From my side, I don't
WANT to know anything about what
you're doing or how you do it...
(to Castillo)
So let me know if we're on...
Fujima splits. Castillo waits until Fujima's car pulls away.
CASTILLO:
(to Tubbs)
About the Stevens family, I'm
sorry. I know you were close to
them.
TUBBS:
I was the kids' godfather.
CASTILLO:
(intuits)
And...?
TUBBS:
"And" what?
CASTILLO:
I got to know. There is never any
room for "personal"...
CROCKETT:
(for Tubbs)
He is fine. And we know the jokes.
When it gets vengeful, things get
messy. When they get messy the
wrong people die...
(beat)
Everybody gets it.
CASTILLO:
Good.
TUBBS:
And the answer is "yes."
(beat)
Before she met Alonzo, once upon a
time, a long time ago.
(beat)
You bet it was personal.
...and is now compartmentalized in the past.
CASTILLO:
Okay.
(to Crockett)
What'd you spot...?
CROCKETT:
Three wakes off the back of those
boats. Who runs three Sterling
engines off a deep-V hull?
TUBBS:
Sal Maguda.
CASTILLO:
He any good?
TUBBS:
Oh, yeah...
CASTILLO:
So what's gonna persuade Montoya to
change off Sal Maguda running his
deliveries...?
It's a rhetorical question.
CUT TO:
EXT. INDIAN RIVER - THERMAL IMAGE OF TWO DEEP V-HULL GO-FAST
BOATS - NIGHT
They're two feet out of the water on their dry dock, next to
a Marine Shed.
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