Miami Vice Page #7

It's an unlikely location because derelict factories, cheap

apartments, weeds and marine scrap metal are the

neighborhood.

EXT. SURVEILLANCE LOCATION - CROCKETT + TUBBS

and a SWAT team in the weeds across the river. They include

SGT. JEAN-LOUIS BASTIDE, a Haitian in dark sweats. They all

are in plain clothes.

BASTIDE:

Odile, she say they're pregnant...

We don't know what that means, yet.

TUBBS:

Yeah? Okay. Only Jean-Louis and I

do the talking...

CUT TO:

INT. MARINE SHED - DOOR - NIGHT

Both steel doors EXPLODE as if their molecular structure,

itself, disintegrated from one BLAST of Tubbs M-40 grenade-

launcher firing a canister of ball bearings like a king-size

shotgun on steroids as...

GUARDS:

react, but Crockett draws down on one with an AK-47. Bastide

wounds the second GUARD who had drawn down his H & K. A

Third Guard begs to live in French Patois. They own the

place. And Crockett sees...

800 individually-wrapped bricks of North Valle Colombian

cocaine are on a table.

TUBBS:

Comme on dit...

(Like they said...)

JEAN-LOUIS

Charger et les recoit d'ici...

(Load 'em up and get out of

here...)

BAD GUY:

You crazy? Que fais-tu?

TUBBS:

Que faisons-nous? De qu'a-t-il

l'air, fou! Nous voulons tous

votre drugs.

(What are we doing? What's it look

like we're doing, fool? We are

stealing all your dope.)

Suburban crashes through the wreckage of the door and backs

to the table. Jean-Louis and SWAT #1 start throwing bricks

into the back. Tubbs with Crockett exit.

EXT. MARINE SHED - DRY DOCK - CROCKETT + TUBBS

approach the two deep V-hull go-fast boats with three engines

off the back. Tubbs cracks the breech of the grenade

launcher and loads a 40-millimeter shell, while he strolls

down the dock...

CROCKETT:

tosses two Willie Peters (white phosphorus grenades) into the

boats. Tubbs fires the M-40 at a third boat, which explodes

flame, followed by...

TWO CARNATIONS OF WHITE PHOSPHORESCENCE

destroy the smuggler's Strykers, which we saw in Fujima's

video. Crockett + Tubbs have just put Sal Maguda out of

business. They walk away and around the side of the shed,

disregarding the curious citizens of Little Haiti, come to

watch the fireworks...

CUT TO:

INT. MERCEDES CL 600 ON A MIAMI STREET - CROCKETT + TUBBS -

BRILLIANT DAYLIGHT

drive. Crockett reaches into a paper bag full of cell phones

and grabs one. He dials up a number, grabs another and hands

it to Tubbs.

CROCKETT:

(in the phone)

Hey, Sailor...

(pause)

Yeah, I'm good.

(beat)

Got a hole in the

calendar...looking to charge up the

cash flow.

(waits)

Yeah, later.

Crockett struck out. While...

TUBBS:

(into phone)

Hey, Nicholas, my ace. Wha's up?

NICHOLAS (V.O.)

You know. Same old...

TUBBS:

(into phone)

We got idle all of an instant. You

got something from somewhere that's

got to go someplace, somewhen,

which is not too distantly in the

future...?

INT. COLLINS AVENUE CONDO - NICHOLAS - DAY

...the guy with the white hair.

NICHOLAS:

It is fortuitous that you called...

CUT TO:

EXT. LA PERLA DISTRICT OF SAN JUAN, PUERTO RICO - TWILIGHT

Corrosion and decay. People look coldly at us. Malevolence

and malefaction on every corner. No one's picked up the

garbage for a month. Poverty in the Caribbean half-light...

CROCKETT & TUBBS

cross the street to CAMERA from their rental car. The La

Perla section was a 16th Century haven for pirates. It's had

little civic improvements in 400 years.

They enter a nightclub - shabby neon.

INT. NIGHTCLUB - CROCKETT + TUBBS - TWILIGHT

There are no customers. They're cautious. Men stop them

and frisk them. They expected that.

CROCKETT:

We're from Nicholas to meet José...

They're waved to the rear. They start towards a back table.

A small group of people wait...

OVER CROCKETT + TUBBS APPROACHING: JOSÉ "COCHI LOCO" YERO

He's a former right-wing Colombian paramilitary from the

North Valle near the Pacific coast. He runs operations,

communications and security. He has cold eyes and a corpulent

face. He's notorious for using torture to ferret-out

informants. Right now he watches these two Americans

approach. Security people are on either side of him.

JOSÉ YERO

(extends hand)

José...

CROCKETT:

Sonny Burnett...this is my partner,

Rico.

JOSÉ YERO

Sit.

As Crockett sits, he notices that at a table a few to the

side is a woman. This is ISABELLA. Behind glasses, she

seems immobile, filled with intelligence, well-dressed in

subdued Tom Ford and staring at him. Reading him. Crockett

holds the look that extra beat and turns back to business...

CROCKETT:

(to Security)

Dos café.

He's security, not a f***ing waiter. But Yero nods.

Security fetches coffee, anyway.

TUBBS:

So lay it out, my brother...

JOSÉ YERO

Nicholas said you okay. That's

nice. But how I know if you any

good?

CROCKETT:

What...?

JOSÉ YERO

Who you run loads for? Cause other

than Nicholas, you knows you?

Tubbs looks at Crockett. They thought it was a done deal.

CROCKETT:

(dark)

My mommy and daddy know me.

Isabella tilts her head imperceptibly.

TUBBS:

And we didn't come down here to

audition. Business auditions for

us...

(beat)

...and know who we are and know

they want their load run by us

before Nicholas calls.

CROCKETT:

That way we do not waste AvGas or

our motherfucking time.

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