Miami Vice Page #9

CLOSER:
GINA

Somebody's coming.

TUBBS:

...Sonny can wait.

Tubbs and Gina are not random lovers, they're in love. The

look in her eyes, the openness is pure femininity behind the

Bronx presentation. She smiles, touches the side of his

face.

EXT. SAFE HOUSE, ON THE INDIAN RIVER - CROCKETT - NIGHT

ties up a 75' Sun Seeker. It looks like a 38' deep-V

offshore racer on growth hormones. Crockett's alone, as dusk

fades over the '60's ranch house on the river. It's under

tropical trees, with one strip of white neon utility lighting

outlining the flat eave.

INT. SAFE HOUSE, KITCHEN - CROCKETT

let himself in. He's at a kitchen stool at the counter when

Tubbs enters in sweats.

TUBBS:

Anything?

CROCKETT:

Nothing.

Gina enters in a robe...

GINA:

(beat)

"Hi, Gina. Hi, Sonny."

CROCKETT:

Hi, Gina.

(putting shopping bag on

table)

This is from Frick and Frack.

Trudy?

TUBBS:

(re:
bag)

What do we got?

Crockett pulls out three overly-large cell phones...

CROCKETT:

Satellite. New encryption.

Supposedly sharper than the G...

(to Gina)

How good's our background?

Tubbs and Crockett look at the Mac screen as Gina boots it

up. Gina's fingers tap dance on the keyboard.

GINA:

You're so not the PD, if you got

busted on a DUI, you're in serious

trouble...you're bad men back to

grammar school.

(to Tubbs)

San Quentin. Pelican Bay.

(to Crockett)

Marine Corps. Statesville.

Pelican Bay, where you guys hooked

up. Now you're too smart and too

fast to get jacked again...

CROCKETT:

How will it stand up?

GINA:

If they ran the rental car or lease

on this place...even if it's EPIC

database in El Paso...they'd have

to work through the layers of

bullshit three weeks deep. Then

they'd find your deeper, hidden

criminal selves...

INT. LIVING ROOM - BAD 3 AM TELEVISION - LATER

No one's watching it.

INT. BEDROOM - GINA

asleep. Tubbs' eyes are wide open, staring...

INT. SECOND BEDROOM - ECU: PAGER

lights up. Beeps. Crockett's hand grabs it. It's the

summons from José Yero.

INT. KITCHEN - GINA - PRE-DAWN

GINA:

(Lazily)

What am I supposed to do after I

get my nails and hair done...?

TUBBS:

Reality TV and stay by the phone.

That's what all wives-in-crime

do...

He leans over and kisses her. She holds firmly the back of

his neck and looks into his eyes.

GINA:

Be...careful... You hear me?

He winks at her in assurance and he's gone. Her lazy smile

drops off. "Careful"...she's not so sure he will be...

CUT TO:

INT. LEAR 55 JET - TUBBS PILOTS

Crockett in the copilot seat. Switek and Zito are in the

back, barely awake. Zito hands out coffee. Switek's

stashing weapons behind the fuselage upholstery. Tubbs is

clearing US air space as we...

EXT. SKY - AERIAL: LEAR JET

rockets through cumulonimbus against a black sky up to 35,000

feet.

TUBBS:

Where we meeting 'em...?

CROCKETT:

Port-Au-Prince.

EXT. PORT-AU-PRINCE AIRPORT, RUNWAY - LEAR JET - DAWN

touches down, drives towards us... Turns towards commercial

aviation facility...

CLOSER:
HATCH

opens. Switek and Zito emerge to rental cars with two car-

rental clerks waiting...

CUT TO:

INT. PORT-AU-PRINCE HOTEL ROOM - DOOR - DAY

Crockett and Tubbs make a careful entry. Hands on weapons,

carrying bags...

CROCKETT:

What do we got?

TUBBS:

Five minutes...

We see TRADECRAFT. They clear the room. They check for bugs

and external surveillance. They pull curtains. Tubbs from a

bag pulls a scanner. Under the two beds. Behind the

picture. The lamp. The telephone. Meanwhile...

CROCKETT:

"traps" the room to reveal if it had been searched while they

were gone. He aligns the suitcase perfectly parallel on the

bench. A matchstick goes against the closed closet door. A

ballpoint pen is leaned against the telephone.

TUBBS (cont'd)

...show time.

From his bag Tubbs pulls a Smith & Wesson J-frame hammerless

in .357 Magnum. He holsters this on his ankle. A Remington

780 shotgun with pistol grip, sawed-off to a 12-inch barrel

gets slung on a bungee-cord shoulder strap under his right

arm. .9mm under his shirt in his waistband and two spare

magazines clipped to his belt.

CROCKETT:

loads a .45 "race" gun with rounded sights and a magna-ported

barrel, cross-drawn, and a blunt .45 Para-Ordnance in the

small of his back. They're ready.

INT. CORRIDOR - THEIR DOOR

opens. Crockett "traps" that door, too, with a small piece

of tape.

CROCKETT + TUBBS

All of it tells us that where they are and where they're

going is a high wire act without a net. No backup. Their

badges don't work. There is no law; there is no order. They

are in a state of nature where people get killed for their

shoes.

DISSOLVE:

TO:

EXT. PORT-AU-PRINCE CEMETERY (HAITI) - CROCKETT + TUBBS -

LATE AFTERNOON:

wait. Shadows on white limestone monuments. Bird songs.

DISSOLVE:

TO:

WHITE MAUSOLEUMS - DUSK

They wait. And wait. And nothing happens.

TUBBS:

They watching us watching them

watching us waiting for them? Or

what?

CROCKETT:

Who knows...

Still apprehensive, concluding they're victims of a "no-

show"...

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