Miami Vice Page #8

Yero's security reacts to the tone and raises weapons. A few

start up out of their chair as...

ZITO + SWITEK

appear at the door, SMGs from shoulder straps. Zito flips a

D14 hand grenade which Crockett snatches out of the air,

pulls the pin and slams on the table. Everyone FREEZES.

Only Crockett's hand pressure restrains the clip.

CROCKETT (cont'd)

(goes right up in Yero's

face)

You want to "know" sh*t? Who the

f*** are you? You got a side deal

with U.S. Customs to open up the

coast in a few spots...in exchange

you flip them some gringo runners?

Like us...?

TUBBS:

You wearing a wire?

Tubbs rips open Yero's shirt.

CROCKETT:

Or DEA? The Feeb?

Yero's shirt...open to the waist. No wire. Yero's furious.

Yero's people have weapons pointed their way. They outnumber

Switek and Zito. Slack's taken up on triggers. It's on the

edge. And the edge is overloaded. Tubbs reads that, warns

Yero...

TUBBS:

People gonna walk into this place

and say, "Ola, hijo! That some

crazy wallpaper. Whew...it wild!

Is that a Jackson Pollack?"

CROCKETT:

"No, viejo. That was José Yero,

splattered all over his

motherfucking wall."

TUBBS:

So we can close each other's eyes

right now. Real easy. Real fast.

(pause)

But, then, nobody makes any

money...

Yero gestures his security to calm down....one notch.

Crockett and Tubbs still hold the grenades.

Then Crockett opens his shirt. No wires. So does Tubbs.

Pause.

JOSÉ YERO

(flat)

Equipment?

TUBBS:

Slow and low, Adam A-500s...

(Yero looks quizzical)

...carbon composite, stealthy, 1400

nautical-mile range, thousand ki

payload...all the way to Caravels

and 727's from a source country to

a transshipment point. Small

freighters. We've done

containers...

CROCKETT:

And specialize in very fast go-fast

boats for coastal runs.

TUBBS:

What kind of weight?

JOSÉ YERO

We don't talk weight. We talk

logistics.

Isabella sits, watching this. She drinks her coffee.

JOSÉ YERO (cont'd)

You get longs and lats for the

pickup. Open ocean. You run it

in. On shore, our people receive

the loads.

CROCKETT:

(interrupts)

The people on shore who handle a

load we run are our people, not your

people. No tweakers, dopers, first-

timers we don't know. They didn't

do time with us, they ain't doing

crime with us.

TUBBS:

What you get from us is a date. A

place. "In the parking lot of a

Jack-in-the-Box in north Miami." At

such-and-such time, an eighteen-

wheeler will be there. Keys in the

ignition. Ready to roll. You pick

it up. And you drive it...

(waves his left hand)

...away.

CROCKETT:

Money thing is done in advance in

places where there are no guns.

Because when money and guns get

together, there is violence...

JOSÉ YERO

You afraid of violence?

CROCKETT:

I am not John Wayne. There is no

"S" on his chest. We get down if

the play calls for it. But we are

into business and making money.

TUBBS:

And violence is extra. And

expensive. So how much weight you

looking to move?

JOSÉ YERO

Nothing. 'Cause how you do

delivery on the beach, I don't

like. Maybe this does not work.

CROCKETT:

Then it don't work.

TUBBS:

What happened to the last

transporter you had?

JOSÉ YERO

What do you care?

TUBBS:

(to Crockett)

Do we need this...?

CROCKETT:

(rises)

Red light, green light, José?

JOSÉ YERO

(doesn't answer, leans

back)

I'm also called "Cochi Loco." That

means "Crazy pig." 'Cause I

enforce security and get people to

tell me what I need to know. That

part of what I do, you never want

to find out about.

(pause)

Other people will negotiate the

money and go or not go. Not me...

TUBBS:

Then what were we talking to you

for?

JOSÉ YERO

I had to lay eyes on you.

CROCKETT:

And...?

Isabella watches Crockett...

JOSÉ YERO

(to Tubbs)

You seem okay.

(to Tubbs re:
Crockett)

But him? I don't like... how he

looks...

Everything goes from tense to lethal. Has Yero made them?

TUBBS:

What do I care what you think about

how he looks? You wanna f*** my

partner or do business?

JOSÉ YERO

Wait by the phone.

(pause)

You get a call. Or maybe you

don't. Until then, piss off back

to where you come from...

Crockett flips the hand grenade and catches it with his left

hand...and he drops it in front of José Yero. It spins on

the table. He had reinserted the pin. And they back out.

CUT TO:

INT. MIAMI SAFE HOUSE - TUBBS IN THE SHOWER - NIGHT

Contemplative. Offscreen a door opens. Entering is Gina

Calabrese. She's naked. She washes his back. She dumps too

much shampoo on his head. He tries to clear it from his

eyes. Laughs. They start to make love under the water, in

the steam, through the misted glass, offscreen we hear an

engine rumble...

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