based on "Miami Vice"
EXT. OCEAN - CLOSE UP: WATER - MORNING LIGHT
We are at the delicate interface between ocean and
air...liquid and gas...the event horizon where molecules
evaporate. This interchange is ethereal. Then, low
frequencies rumble through depths...louder...closer, now...
And the ocean surface is torn by a 46-foot catamaran and the
ROAR of 2,700 horsepower, rocketing at us at 140 knots...
OFFSHORE RACER: "BORN TO WIN"
AERIAL: "BORN TO WIN"
...has a canopy, low like a B-1 bomber and extends a half
mile. It launches off two-foot swells, goes airborne, pushes
to 150 knots with another 1,100 RPM left...
INT. RACE BOAT - SONNY CROCKETT
pilots the "Born to Win" in full helmet. On the throttle and
flaps is RICARDO TUBBS...
EXT. OCEAN - "BORN TO WIN"
leads the frontrunners towards a finish line demarcated by a
couple of $10 million yachts loaded with media. At the last
moment occurs a small power loss, and "Born to Win" gets
nosed into second place by the 46-foot Skater, "Goddess"...
EXT. MARINA - "BORN TO WIN" - LATER
thunders to the dock, throttled down at low revs. The canopy
is up. Crockett and Tubbs' helmets are off. Dockhands tie
it off. It's the same crowd you catch at a Grand Prix: nine-
figure money, tall, Northern Italian women and minor German
princesses with Swiss educations, no bimbos and no questions
about asset origins. The exception is "Born to Win's"
sponsor, a blonde, dreadlocked, bearded 6'4" SWITEK. He
looks like a dot-com entrepreneur who got out in time. Next
to him is a blonde Ukranian lady with high cheekbones. We'll
see her again.
WINNING CIRCLE - CROCKETT + TUBBS
in second position to the Japanese driver and throttle man of
"Goddess," neither of whom speak English. The #3 boat,
"Bicardi Silver," was driven by David Scott and throttled by
CROCKETT + TUBBS
leave the winning circle among Asian and Mexican
billionaires. As the small crowd breaks up...
A DEEPLY-TANNED PLAYER
named NICHOLAS in Vuarnet wraparounds and buzz-cut white hair
Burnett, what's crackin'?
Maxin' and relaxin'.
(doesn't believe them)
Sure. Change your mind; get
inclined? Let me know...
Whatever Nicholas is soliciting, Crockett and Tubbs don't
want. (Nicholas brokers "go-fast" runs, moving loads from
offshore into South Florida. Among guys who pilot offshore
race boats, there are one or two who've never run a load, but
no one's found them yet.) Meanwhile...
INT. ALONZO STEVENS' HOUSE - A KITCHEN - NIGHT
A couple-hundred-thousand-dollars worth of granite and steel.
Off-screen a restaurant-grade Sub-Zero opens with a hiss.
Fan starts. Beyond the kitchen we SEE through a dining room
to a den. A chair is overturned. We HEAR muffled sounds.
We SEE feet extend through a door jamb. Someone's on the
floor. A television is playing, distantly.
INT. DEN - SEE FAMILY PICTURES
so close they almost come to life. A Venezuelan family, two
boys and a girl in a pool. Maria, Alonzo, the two boys at
their sister's baptism. And we see holding the baby daughter
is Riccardo Tubbs.
A family dinner at a South American restaurant. Tubbs sits
with the youngest daughter on his lap. Maria is on the other
side of him. This is the image that almost comes to life.
We hear the vivacious latin ambience late on a Sunday
afternoon when families take the grandparents and have
INT. KITCHEN - SUB ZERO REFRIGERATOR
MOVE from the bright glare of the interior ONTO
the broad neck of a MAN. A Viking is tattooed there. The
image morphs into a naked woman presenting her rear to a
muscled biker next to a chopper above a swastika residing
between shoulder blades. SS lightning bolts are on his neck.
PULL BACK from this MAN, who is bent into the frig because
he's hungry. His head is shaved and he's naked from the
waist up. A BLACK HEFTY GARBAGE BAG is tied around his
waist. Yellow industrial gloves are on his hands. Something
bad is happening in this house...
INT. HELICOPTER - NIGHT
It's a Sikorski skimming across the water of Biscayne Bay on
a moonlit night at living-room level past stilt houses.
pilots the chopper past the brightly lit windows of high-rise
Collins Avenue condos for the fugitive rich...and heads
towards the MacArthur Causeway.
What's our deal?
Backup in case the Russians get
How lucky's Miss Universe gotta be?
Skin has to touch skin. That's the
requirement for the warrant. Then
he makes a credible excuse and he
Her crew blackmailed and asset-
stripped the last mark down to his
In the back - her long copper legs stretched out under a
short skirt - is GINA CALABRESE.
This I gotta see...
...the "make up an excuse and stop"
I have faith. In horoscopes and
Switek pulling this off...? That's
not faith; that's delusional...
Wearing enough of nothing to hide the micro .380, which Gina
checks right now. There's a round in the chamber.
AERIAL: THE SIKORSKI crosses past the stacks of $5 million
condos to a landing pad on a roof. The Miami of the '80's,
that twilight-zone frontier built on coke-fueled cash flow,
is over. The frontier development stage is passed. It has
BECOME Casablanca. Anything goes; everything has a price.
EXT. ROOFTOP LANDING PAD - WIDE
The chopper rockets in, settles.
INT. UTILITY STAIRCASE
Crockett, Tubbs and Gina descend to the 25th-floor penthouse,
the target. As Crockett and Tubbs continue down to 24, she
looks over her shoulder at Tubbs...
INT. SURVEILLANCE APARTMENT (ONE FLOOR BELOW THE TARGET)
PENTHOUSE - CROCKETT + TUBBS - NIGHT
enter. Two surveillance technicians, RICK and FRANK, are
glued to a monitor showing a bedroom in which nothing
happens. LT. CASTILLO is there, out of a past somewhere
between CIA and the Jesuits...
Referring to the monitor on which there are NO PEOPLE in an
They are watching air move.
This is exciting...
That's 'cause nothing is happening.
(it goes past him)
Yeah. This is _their_
surveillance...how they video _their_
marks? See, we jacked their fiber
optics, like we piggybacked their
signal. Get it?
They exit to...
INT. PENTHOUSE CONDO - CROCKETT + TUBBS
are met at the door by security, who recognizes them, and are
welcomed by their host, UGO. This is the Baccardi Cup After-
Party. The same players from the marina...
OVER CROCKETT + TUBBS
enter an 8,000-square-foot penthouse...offshore racer types,
players, So Bee models...
Runnin' the Biscayne 200?
Crockett wanders off...
If a coupla new exhaust manifolds
approaches a bar and female bartender...
Gin and Tonic. Plymouth or
Lemon or lime?
Lemon doesn't go in Gin and Tonics,
darlin'. Where ya' from?
Gottingen. That's in Sweden.
You in Miami workin' on your
She's beautifully bronzed.
No. I was in Namibia...
With the United Nations High
Commission on Refugees. Famine
Gina's listening on her personal comms.
Really? I did refugee relocation
in Somalia. But they transferred
me out after I was wounded...
Gina rolls her eyes as she crosses by Tubbs.
Only African he ever "relocated"
was a $2,000-an-hour Nigerian model
for Gucci, and he got wounded when
she took an NBA draft choice to the
Super Bowl instead of him...
He did volunteer one time...
For a massage parlor bust?
Why am I here...?
TRUDY JOPLIN is a tall African-American. She whispers into a
small mic. If you looked closely, she's ripped...as if steel
cables moved under her smooth skin. She slides past Tubbs
...to backup Switek. But only if
it gets lethal.
Because you cannot kill him.
all white bling, is arguing with his blade-thin, glassy-eyed,
adrenaline junkie partner, ZITO. Approaching is "Miss
Ukraine." High cheekbones suggest one of Genghis Khan's
horsemen found her maternal ancestor as attractive as Switek
Tubbs clocks three beefy Russians in a corner, one is
And there's Dmitri...
The honey trap. And there's the
Hello, Miss Ukraine...
MISS UKRAINE brings Switek his glass of champagne... She
whispers something in his ear...and is led towards a back
bedroom. Gina ambles over.
Eleven to seven he blows it.
Twenty on my man...
You're giving away your money,
Tubbs opens his Moto as if he's about to make a call...Trudy
looks over his shoulder. What we see is the feed from the
monitor in the surveillance room downstairs.
CLOSER: TUBBS'S MOTO
Two blonde people starting to get naked. Switek and Miss
Ukraine. A second call comes in. Tubbs ignores it.
You bet your partner?
Sure. Switek versus primal impulse
from the amygdala. Higher thinking
versus the lizard brain. Tectonic
plates of libido confront the
Oh, bullshit. She cops his joint.
He pushes the button.
What's so fucking difficult?
THEIR FACES. They watch. And...Crockett's cell phone rings.
He separates from the group...
On the phone.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Sonny...
EXT. BALCONY - CROCKETT - NIGHT
enters. He's come outside to hear better.
In the background Gina shakes her head about Switek. He blew
it. Trudy looks at Crockett and sees Crockett's focused,
Who is this?
INT. BENTLEY - ALONZO STEVENS - NIGHT
He's cruising at 85. He's floating in a magnolia leather
interior. But it's bloodstained from his nose and mouth.
He's been beaten. His white shirt is torn. He doesn't
It's fucked up. I'm sorry...
What are you talking about? Where
They had me from the gate.
I don't understand...
Crockett's alarmed. He catches Tubbs' eye and waves him
I gave up nothing on you guys.
Don't worry. I kept you and Rico
out of it. Only the Feds. They're
on their own...it's all their deal,
anyway, so fuck 'em.
Alonzo, what's goin' on?!
After I check on Francine and the
boys, then I'm gone. Sonny, tell
Rico I'm so sorry. I wanted you to
Tubbs joins Crockett on the balcony.
Where are you?
...look after her. Ask Rico to.
Okay? Do that for me. I had to do
it. They had me from the gate.
Do that. Whatever you can do for
Look what I did to them, Sonny...!
Crockett's phone goes dead.
What is it?
Crockett's entering a number while...
I'll try Francine...
Meanwhile Crockett HEARS...
Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Our office hours are...
(Crockett punches three-
FBI AGENT VOICE
(cuts him off)
This is Detective Crockett. Miami-
Dade P.D. Patch me through to your
Special Agent in Charge, James
Fujima? It's an emergency...
He'll be in on Monday...
I said, "emergency." If he's not
reachable, who's running the
weekend? The ASAC?
We don't give that out...
Crockett compels himself to be patient. Meanwhile, Tubbs has
struck out with Alonzo's home phone.
An informant who is working one of
YOUR cases right now called me.
YOU may have a problem. So get me
somebody on the other end of this
telephone who knows what the hell
I'm talking about...!
Miami-Dade PD Tech...
Bobby G. The firefly we used to
have on Alonzo Stevens' Bentley,
check if it still runs; if so,
launch Air Support. Locate the
I don't know...we haven't worked
with him for six months...
(waits, then hears a click
on his Nextel)
This is Agent James Fujima.
What's your Miami PD badge number?
4-4-7 Charlie 12-92.
Okay. What's up?
A C.I. we cut loose to your Joint
Interagency Task Force. Name of
Alonzo Stevens. Now, he's YOUR
informant. Stevens, called us. I
haven't spoken to him for six
I do not know what case you have
him on. I do not know what he is
talking about. But whatever he is
doing for you, it sounds like it is
going bad. Right now...
How do I discuss operations over an
How do I know?
I got the call from Alonzo on an
open line. That is the hand we
have been dealt at this moment, at
eleven-forty-seven o'clock Friday
night. Okay? I am trying to alert
_You_ know whether or not...you have
a thing goin' down. I do not.
But we know this guy. I think you
know this guy. Normally, he is
cool. Tonight he is distraught.
That is atypical. That engenders
foreboding. Do you understand the
meaning of the word "foreboding"?
As in badness is happening to _your_
deal right fucking now?
EXT. ABANDONED METAL SHED, INDIAN RIVER - WIDE - NIGHT
Nothing. Rusting marine parts and corrugated metal fall into
weeds next on a channel of the Indian River. It cuts through
inner-city Miami. Distant noise. But...
INT. METAL SHED - ARYAN BROTHERS
in low light are strapping up. Kevlar vests go over tattooed
arms and chests. Glimpses of swastikas. Handguns in
waistbands. SMGs (Small Machine Guns) slung from shoulders
over white shirts, business-suit jackets. Everybody wears
surgical gloves. Shoes are industrial.
REAR SHOT: TWO OF THE BROTHERS
are leaving. One carries a very long rifle with a flash
suppressor. It is a bolt action .50 caliber Burrows.
NEARBY ON THE RIVER
is a second Aryan Brother sniper team with an identical
weapon aimed at an empty lot a thousand yards away across the
INT. METAL SHED
Two Suburbans and an Escalade pull out...
EXT. INDIAN RIVER - EMPTY LOT
Caribbean freighters seized by US Customs rust at the bank.
MOVE IN. Two Cadillacs are parked. Waiting. A door opens.
An interior light comes on. MOVE CLOSER. Two Russian
slickster types. Patient. One looks at a watch. The other
triggers his cell phone. A meeting is imminent.
INT. FBI OFFICE - RAC JAMES FUJIMA - NIGHT
Empty except for the FBI Agent in a sweatsuit carrying files,
as if he stopped by when Crockett's call came in. He's on a
computer. He picks up the phone...
Guy's involved in a "meet"...
"Buy and walk"? "Buy and bust"?
"Reverse undercover"? What?
Meet and greet. "I flash you some
of mine, you flash me some of
And the deal goes down at another
place at another time.
...so there's _no_ industrial-
strength HRT weapons team out there
Crockett puts his Nextel on "speaker" so Tubbs can hear, too.
Correct. Flash samples. Flash
Haitian, Dominican, Russian,
White supremacist types.
OMGs, Mongols, Nazi Low-Riders,
NLR, we think. I wanna know...
...what else, what else did he
indicate to you? I need to know
everything he said.
He is saying they had him from the
gate. He is saying to my partner
and I and to his family "goodbye."
What does that tell you?
INT. MIAMI-DADE P.D. CHOPPER - SWITEK + ZITO
in the back seat get lucky. The pilot reacts as the
TECHNICIAN in the copilot seat has picked up a signal from
the FIREFLY...the LOCATOR...on Alonzo's Bentley.
(keys radio; too much
static, tries cell phone)
Sonny, we got him...
INT. BLACK SIKORSKY CHOPPER - CROCKETT + TUBBS
Tubbs pilots it while Crockett gets the location of Alonzo's
car and repeats it into the headset to Tubbs as the...
EXT. SKY OVER MIAMI - C + T'S SIKORSKY - NIGHT
banks hard left and heads for north 95 towards Lauderdale.
EXT. INDIAN RIVER - WIDE: THE DEAL - NIGHT
Three Aryan Brothers in business suits get out of the rear of
the Escalade and Suburban with a driver in each. Our two
"Russians" approach from their Cadillac with a backup
Cadillac and one driver on the other side.
CLOSER: ARYAN BROTHERS. Friendly. Hip-hop culture has
invaded White Supremacist gangs. Buzz cuts. Goatees. A
couple of diamond earrings.
...sample now is okay. And we want
sample load when we do deal...
What inventory you can supply...?
ARYAN BROTHER #1
Meth. Glass, ice, K's, E's,
Mitsu's, Ames, Ex...whatever you
need. Coke? Tonnage. And
Colombian H. But give us a heads
The Aryan Brother pops him a couple of vials.
ARYAN BROTHER #1 (cont'd)
Ice. Spectra-analyze that shit.
And party-on with the coke. You
are looking at ninety-two percent
pure...none of that jumped-on
powder they sell up in New
ARYAN BROTHER #2
Now, let's see the green...
One of the Russians puts his hand on a weapon as the other
opens up a Nike sports bag.
Never seen money before? This is
Aryan Brother #1 reaches into the bag at the wrapped stacks
of hundreds. Flips through a couple, takes one or two at
random. Russian nods for him to go ahead.
ARYAN BROTHER #1
Okay. You got lotsa green. We got
all the goodies. We party.
Larry'll call you in the AM and
talk money, quantity, time and
WIDEN. Everybody goes back to their cars. As the two
"Russians" get into theirs, Aryan Brother #1 turns from the
running board of the Escalade with his driver's door open.
Hey, Ivan! I forgot to ask you
something, my brother...
He looks at his partner and nods, who says something into a
ARYAN BROTHER (cont'd)
...they have a decent death-benefit
program in the FBI?
For the Russians in the car, time freezes. As they start
to react, they're blown up by .50 caliber rounds from the two
sniper positions. The .50 caliber rounds go right through
car bodies, sheet metal, upholstery, glass, human flesh,
bone, more upholstery and metal and out the other end.
Another round goes through the passenger door, through the
passenger, through the driver, out the driver door and into
The three Aryan Brothers approach the steaming cars with the
chopped-up occupants and take the gym bag full of cash. The
Escalade driver dons night-vision goggles. They load up and
drive off as we hear the "thump, thump" of Air Support and
some distant sirens. Meanwhile...
INT. MIAMI-DADE CHOPPER - SWITEK + ZITO - NIGHT
at 170 knots watching a thermographic image of Alonzo
Stevens' car on a monitor weave through traffic northbound on
the 95... SEE Tubbs' Sikorsky beyond Switek + Zito as it
swoops from a higher altitude right past the Miami-Dade
chopper, banks and dives for the freeway.
Tracking with Stevens' Bentley from the front.
The black Sikorsky is almost on the Bentley's hood. Tubbs
racks the chopper sideways so that Alonzo can see Crockett in
the copilot seat...
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...
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...
(incensed, over traffic
What the hell did you do?
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
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.
So I gave them up, man! Gave up
the Feds! Gave up everything
I knew. Now I got to go home...
How'd they get onto you?
How do I know? But it was from the
get-go. Knew the FBI had run me
Sonny, I gotta go...!
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,
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
(after changing channel)
EXT. FREEWAY - TUBBS
on police radio listens to a message from Trudy while...
I gotta, I gotta go...!
Alonzo, you don't need to go home.
Now Alonzo knows.
They said they wouldn't hurt them,
wouldn't hurt them if...
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
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.
What's your twenty?
Quarter mile away. We see the
We know these people...!
INT. PARKING STRUCTURE, TOP FLOOR - ANGRY MEN - 3 A.M.
in a concrete space. We've entered mid-scene.
We're not certain...
You said Nazi Low-riders...?
We're not certain!
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.
White gangs...? It doesn't track.
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
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.
(to the point)
Tell them what you want.
They knew about Alonzo, _before_ he
made a move on them. They had our
operation. They've cut into us.
We don't know.
Break your encryption? Hack your e-
mail? Employee databases?
Somebody on the inside?
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
As in, your ass is dead in the
But Miami PD wasn't part of the
J.I.T. And from what Alonzo said,
he didn't give you up.
So what do you want?
To recruit you.
...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
Recruit us to do what?
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
How do we do that? Make a buy?
That went well...
Reverse undercover? WE supply to
They got a steady stream of supply.
A Colombian producer. Named
Archangel de Jesus Montoya-Londono.
Never heard of him.
From the North Valle area. New.
Low-level, we think.
Aryan brothers are not going to
change-up suppliers. So...
Transpo? How they bringing the
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,
Fujima boots up his military-spec laptop to view the FLIR
Track with me, here...
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
(beat; to Fujima)
What does that say to you?
It says, "We do not fear you."
It says, "Fuck off and die." It
says, "We get down for
Fujima's Dell laptop glows to life. Two almost
indistinguishable boats and their wakes are SEEN.
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.
We could try to run loads into
Run a few loads for Montoya into
South Florida. Into this group.
You need to consider a few issues.
(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...
And you will share with them all
your intel on Montoya...
I mean _full_ disclosure.
Of course. From my side, I don't
WANT to know anything about what
you're doing or how you do it...
So let me know if we're on...
Fujima splits. Castillo waits until Fujima's car pulls away.
About the Stevens family, I'm
sorry. I know you were close to
I was the kids' godfather.
I got to know. There is never any
room for "personal"...
He is fine. And we know the jokes.
When it gets vengeful, things get
messy. When they get messy the
wrong people die...
Everybody gets it.
And the answer is "yes."
Before she met Alonzo, once upon a
time, a long time ago.
You bet it was personal.
...and is now compartmentalized in the past.
What'd you spot...?
Three wakes off the back of those
boats. Who runs three Sterling
engines off a deep-V hull?
He any good?
So what's gonna persuade Montoya to
change off Sal Maguda running his
It's a rhetorical question.
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.
It's an unlikely location because derelict factories, cheap
apartments, weeds and marine scrap metal are the
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.
Odile, she say they're pregnant...
We don't know what that means, yet.
Yeah? Okay. Only Jean-Louis and I
do the talking...
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...
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.
Comme on dit...
(Like they said...)
Charger et les recoit d'ici...
(Load 'em up and get out of
You crazy? Que fais-tu?
Que faisons-nous? De qu'a-t-il
l'air, fou! Nous voulons tous
(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...
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...
INT. MERCEDES CL 600 ON A MIAMI STREET - CROCKETT + TUBBS -
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.
(in the phone)
Yeah, I'm good.
Got a hole in the
calendar...looking to charge up the
Crockett struck out. While...
Hey, Nicholas, my ace. Wha's up?
You know. Same old...
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
INT. COLLINS AVENUE CONDO - NICHOLAS - DAY
...the guy with the white hair.
It is fortuitous that you called...
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.
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.
Sonny Burnett...this is my partner,
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...
He's security, not a fucking waiter. But Yero nods.
Security fetches coffee, anyway.
So lay it out, my brother...
Nicholas said you okay. That's
nice. But how I know if you any
Who you run loads for? Cause other
than Nicholas, you knows you?
Tubbs looks at Crockett. They thought it was a done deal.
My mommy and daddy know me.
Isabella tilts her head imperceptibly.
And we didn't come down here to
audition. Business auditions for
...and know who we are and know
they want their load run by us
_before_ Nicholas calls.
That way we do not waste AvGas or
our motherfucking time.
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.
(goes right up in Yero's
You want to "know" shit? Who the
fuck 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?
You wearing a wire?
Tubbs rips open Yero's shirt.
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
People gonna walk into this place
and say, "Ola, hijo! That some
crazy wallpaper. Whew...it wild!
Is that a Jackson Pollack?"
"No, viejo. That was José Yero,
splattered all over his
So we can close each other's eyes
right now. Real easy. Real fast.
But, then, nobody makes any
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.
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
And specialize in very fast go-fast
boats for coastal runs.
What kind of weight?
We don't talk weight. We talk
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 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.
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)
Money thing is done in advance in
places where there are no guns.
Because when money and guns get
together, there is violence...
You afraid of violence?
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.
And violence is extra. And
expensive. So how much weight you
looking to move?
Nothing. 'Cause how you do
delivery on the beach, I don't
like. Maybe this does not work.
Then it don't work.
What happened to the last
transporter you _had_?
What do you care?
Do we need this...?
Red light, green light, José?
(doesn't answer, leans
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.
Other people will negotiate the
money and go or not go. Not me...
Then what were we talking to you
I had to lay eyes on you.
Isabella watches Crockett...
You seem okay.
(to Tubbs re: Crockett)
But him? I don't like... how he
Everything goes from tense to lethal. Has Yero made them?
What do I care what you think about
how he looks? You wanna fuck my
partner or do business?
Wait by the phone.
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.
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
...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
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.
Gina enters in a robe...
"Hi, Gina. Hi, Sonny."
(putting shopping bag on
This is from Frick and Frack.
What do we got?
Crockett pulls out three overly-large cell phones...
Satellite. New encryption.
Supposedly sharper than the G...
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.
You're so _not_ the PD, if you got
busted on a DUI, you're in serious
trouble...you're bad men back to
San Quentin. Pelican Bay.
Marine Corps. Statesville.
Pelican Bay, where you guys hooked
up. Now you're too smart and too
fast to get jacked again...
How will it stand up?
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
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
What am I supposed to do after I
get my nails and hair done...?
Reality TV and stay by the phone.
That's what all wives-in-crime
He leans over and kisses her. She holds firmly the back of
his neck and looks into his eyes.
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...
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
Where we meeting 'em...?
EXT. PORT-AU-PRINCE AIRPORT, RUNWAY - LEAR JET - DAWN
touches down, drives towards us... Turns towards commercial
opens. Switek and Zito emerge to rental cars with two car-
rental clerks waiting...
INT. PORT-AU-PRINCE HOTEL ROOM - DOOR - DAY
Crockett and Tubbs make a careful entry. Hands on weapons,
What do we got?
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...
"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.
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.
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
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
EXT. PORT-AU-PRINCE CEMETERY (HAITI) - CROCKETT + TUBBS -
wait. Shadows on white limestone monuments. Bird songs.
WHITE MAUSOLEUMS - DUSK
They wait. And wait. And nothing happens.
They watching us watching them
watching us waiting for them? Or
Still apprehensive, concluding they're victims of a "no-
INT. HOTEL - THIRD FLOOR CORRIDOR - CROCKETT + TUBBS -
approach their door. Crockett stops. The tape "trap" is
torn. Weapons appear in their hands. Someone's been here.
INT. HOTEL ROOM - CROCKETT + TUBBS
enter stealthily. Then, they relax. They need not have
bothered being so careful about detecting a clandestine
OVER CROCKETT + TUBBS
The room is overtly destroyed. Not one piece of furniture is
unbroken. Walls have been opened. Pictures ripped.
Curtains. Their stuff's strewn all over. And, then...
in. HAITIAN PARAMILITARY in soccer jerseys and shorts with
BEDROOM DOORWAY - FOUR MORE PARAMILITARY
AK's are aimed at Crockett and Tubbs' heads. Crockett's .45
and his Para-Ordnance are in each hand. Tubbs' shotgun is
aimed at the front door, his .9mm at the men streaming in the
windows. Frozen moment. A woman's voice...
Put your guns on the table...
If we wanted you dead, you would no
longer be drawing breath in Miami.
We wouldn't have brought you all
the way here.
Really? So, what is this, a party?
Crockett + Tubbs put down their weapons.
We'll have room service wipe up the
furniture...and bring drinks.
Isabella says something in French. The Cops ease-up.
Isabella's personal security frisks Crockett + Tubbs and
remain. Paramilitary leave.
Glad we came. This place is a lot
of fun if you're Doctors Without
Isabella takes off her glasses. She's Afro-Cuban.
I run down the numbers. Nothing is
very negotiable. Small loads? We
pay three thousand a ki.
We pay your fuel costs up front
plus ten percent. The next ten
percent on U.S. landfall.
Two, three thousand a ki.
Two thousand ki's, your end is
Complex transshipments or dealing
with containers, these have front-
loaded costs we pickup.
For this kind of weight, the
balance of 80% is when our buyer
picks up the load.
Transactions are offshore. Dollars
or euros. Secure internet
transfers. We have lists of Cayman
and Isle of Man banks infiltrated
by IRS, to be avoided...
No transactions of cash or other
banking instruments take place on
That's the deal.
I thought we had to meet the Man.
As she leaves...
INT. MERCEDES - CROCKETT + TUBBS - NIGHT
in the back seat on a rural road. Isabella is not with them.
One of her Russians is. In the front seat, his SMG is ready;
his eyes never leave Crockett and Tubbs.
EXT. ROAD - CARAVAN
A military Hummer in the front carries Isabella with her
security. Behind is a crew cab with bench seats loaded with
INT. MERCEDES - TUBBS
They approach a town. He nudges Crockett. A police
has seen something else. He indicates the pager on his
TUBBS' POV: PAGER - NO SIGNAL
That's what's surprising. Tubbs pulls his cell phone.
Meanwhile, they're slowing down for the police roadblock.
Crockett gets tense...
watches. His cell's SIGNAL STRENGTH INDICATOR steps down to
EXT. POLICE ROADBLOCK - COPS
stop the caravan. Is this turning bad?
INT. CAR - CROCKETT
EXT. ROADBLOCK - HAITIAN COPS
check under the vehicles with mirrors. See all the weapons.
Salute. Usher the convoy past.
INT. MERCEDES - CROCKETT + TUBBS
exchange a look. Then they get it. The cops work as
security for the narcotrafficker. The caravan advances
towards a major intersection. This one is blocked-off by
EXT. SECOND CHECKPOINT - CAR DOOR
is snatched open. Haitian soldiers search Crockett and
Tubbs. They defer to the Russian-speaking security.
Mercedes pulls forward...
eyes his pager; Tubbs his cell phone: no signal in an urban
area? Blocking signal traffic is something the CIA does over
Baghdad. It's not supposed to be happening in Haiti on a
CROCKETT + TUBBS
SEE a third circle of security approach.
PRIVATE-SECTOR TYPES IN BUSINESS SUITS
carrying automatic weapons, some more casually dressed, some
with night-vision goggles. The vehicles stop.
EXT. TOWN SQUARE
Crockett and Tubbs are directed to get out. They're pushed
around and searched. A working class Glaswegion Scot, a
couple of 5'10" Brits are off to the side with short hair and
shoulders that are too deep and faces like Rugby players (ex-
SAS). Russians are ex-KGB. Languages overheard: smatterings
of Russian, Hebrew and English. Crockett and Tubbs look at
each other: they get it. This is the cream of private
sector security. And it says top dollar infrastructure.
THEY + WE SEE: EXT. TOWN SQUARE
Four avenues lead in. Each avenue is blocked. The square is
closed down to vehicles and pedestrians. Locals have
disappeared. In the center of the square are FOUR MATCHING
gestures to Tubbs to look up. They see...
ROOFTOPS: TWO-MAN TEAMS - SNIPER + SPOTTER
with night-vision goggles...
CROCKETT + TUBBS
CROCKETT, TUBBS + ISABELLA
cross through a no-man's land. It feels like being in the
open in Kosovo.
checks out the first Suburban's uplink satellite dish on a
hydraulic mast. The rear's converted into computer equipment
sitting in ruggedized racks...
INT. SECOND SUBURBAN - WIDE
Doors open. The interior has been converted into a
luxurious, limo-like office with swivel seats. Isabella
followed by Crockett and Tubbs enter. It's occupied by
ARCHANGEL DE JESUS MONTOYA-LONDONO. He's not flashy. He has
smooth skin, slightly opalescent, black eyes. His right arm
is normal length, but shriveled.
Please take that seat on the
Excuse me because I am very busy
and have many things to do, so this
will be brief. Yes?
(beat; not waiting)
We will try you on a "run." One.
To build trust. We do a thousand
kis. In all matters, when you work
for us, you must do exactly what
you say you will do.
In this business with me, if you
say you will do a thing, you must
do exactly that thing.
Then? You will prosper beyond your
dreams and you can live in Miami in
If you are arrested, there will be
lawyers made available to you in
the United States. You will use
them. Anything you need, you will
be provided by me. It cost you
nothing. You will contact and work
through José Yero on logistics and
communications. To do with money,
you will work through my wife,
Crockett notices that Montoya lightly holds her hand. It's
confident. And he sees the slight smile on Isabella's face
as she watches he and Tubbs...
More than I, in finance and
business, she is very dangerous. I
look forward to our doing work
together. Whether we do or not, it
is unlikely we will meet again. So
I extend my best wishes to your
Particularly to your beautiful
Thank you for making this long trip
to see me...
Dismissed, they exit.
EXT. TOWN SQUARE - EXTREMELY CLOSE: TUBBS
Subterranean alarms are going off. Tubbs finds himself in
this small city, occupied by narcotraffickers and their
security in the middle of nowhere. Urgency agitates Tubbs.
He controls it...
in the town square, now, too. But Isabella stayed inside
Montoya's Suburban. Now, she lowers her window.
break up. Montoya's Suburbans pull out. The security cordon
deforms. It all disappears around them. It leaves only the
Mercedes, a driver, and Crockett and Tubbs...
looks after the caravan.
CROCKETT'S POV: ISABELLA'S EYES
in the side-view mirror on the passenger side. She is
looking at him.
holds that look.
ISABELLA'S EYES IN THE MIRROR
Sound deadens. His attention is on the woman in the
mirror...until it's broken by Tubbs' attention to his cell
TUBBS' CELL PHONE
Signal strength returns. Tubbs punches in numbers.
...who did we just meet?
He waits. A phone rings. It's picked up by Gina.
Tubbs is relieved...
Yes. What's up?
Nothing. Calling to say hi...
What's up with you?
INT. SAFE HOUSE, KITCHEN - GINA
To Tubbs, that's good news.
Okay...see you soon.
...and thanks for the flowers.
EXT. HAITIAN TOWN SQUARE - TUBBS
The bouquet, here. Five-hundred
dollars worth of roses...yellow.
There a note?
You mean with the flowers...?
What's it say?
"Salutations from the south..."
A deep chill.
I...I thought it was from you.
And, now, she gets it. Gina is in the kitchen. Alone, in
their secret safe-house location. She and Tubbs have nothing
to say. He looks to Crockett. The message from Montoya-
Londono is clear: I know you. I can reach out and locate
you our yours. Anytime. YOU ARE NOT SAFE.
We're on our way...
INT. KITCHEN - GINA - NIGHT
So why don't you...meet the
We sense this is code. It means get the fuck out of there
We'll grab a bite.
Gina ends the call, drops to the floor to the wall, kills the
lights, holds her Sig .9mm at her side as she moves deeper
into the interior...
INT. CUBAN CAFE ON CALLE OCHO, MIAMI - TUBBS + GINA - 4 AM
Close on their two faces. He's holding her hand under the
table. The noise of the surrounding crowd is a ROAR. That's
the idea. They want their words buried under noise...
PAST GINA: CROCKETT
discreetly at the door, watching the street. Trudy, Switek
and Zito are at adjacent tables.
...the lease, the phones, the
cars...layers of false ident.
Would take the FBI weeks. How long
did it take them? Three hours?
(re: the note)
This means, "We can reach out and
touch somebody." Like Bad
...even if they could run the
identities you built to EPIC, all
they'll find is more cover...
Trust what you built. It's
quality, girl. We're cool...
(leans in; holds his hand
...you are trying to reassure me
because you know when people get
anxious, they make mistakes.
You're worried about me. Do not
(into his eyes)
I am careful. I am cool. I got
Trudy, backup, whatever. You worry
about you. Because you are the
ones who are in denied territory,
not me. If your focus is on me,
you'll miss something coming at
you. That's how people slip up.
Get hurt. And I'd die if anything
happened. You worry about _you_.
You and Sonny...are in the
dangerous place. I'm fine...
Gina leans back in her chair. Their eyes still connect
across the distance between them. Their hands still touch.
Fuck 'em. They sent us some
flowers. Big deal. Thanks for the
Gina Calabrese shrugs. Tubbs laughs, and we are...
INT. SAFE HOUSE - BEDROOM - 4 AM
Low music. Dark shadows. Half-light washes the walls from
passing headlights. Tubbs are Gina are naked. It's the
lovemaking of a man and a woman when they hold precious the
moments they have because they know that in these moments
they are safe. And that the present is fleeting. And they
know their time together is about luck. Because life is
short. Departure is imminent. Nothing lives forever. It's
in their faces and their eyes...
INT. SHACK (GUAJIRA PENINSULA, COLOMBIA) - CROCKETT - DAWN
A lantern lights his face. The night is soft. Crockett's
with a couple of campesinos, playing poker and drinking beer.
Whoever's shack this is, is a Tupac Shakur freak. His image
is on all the walls. A diesel truck starts and pulls away
EXT. LANDING STRIP - TUBBS - NIGHT
checking the cargo tie-downs inside an A-500 Adam aircraft.
He's sweating. His shirt's off. The cargo is ten black
plastic-wrapped and taped bundles. Like any good pilot,
Tubbs trusts nobody but himself to tie-down the load. The
rear seats are removed. There's a plastic bladder holding a
reserve of 50 gallons of AvGas.
INT. SHACK - CROCKETT
wins. The girls shriek. Crockett pushes the money towards
the Campesinos. They refuse. Crockett insists. One will
only accept the money if Crockett accepts his Randall hunting
knife. He does. Tubbs is in the doorway.
Crockett kisses the girls, gracious about the gift. Tubbs
looks out into the night.
To the limit.
You worried about the tree line, US
Customs AWACS, or something else on
Gina in the Miami pad.
You gonna give me phony denials?
You gonna give me phony
Good. So let's go...
They head toward the strange-looking plane. It's a single
fuselage with two propellers...one at the nose, one at the
tail. Off the wings are two booms that connect to a rear
wing. It's a Burt Rutan aircraft design.
There is neither metal nor exposed exhausts for radar or IF
to spot. It does 200 knots at 22,000 feet. It'll fly,
forever, 1,000 kilos of flake worth $23 million, and the
total air weight is less than two Bentleys. It's the
smuggler's dream airplane.
EXT. LANDING STRIP - END OF RUNWAY - A-500 ADAMS
heads for the tree-line. It will not make it. At the last
moment, Tubbs pulls back the stick and the plane lofts over
the trees, clipping the tops...
INT. A-500 - CROCKETT
throws a look sideways at Tubbs.
EXT. SKY - A-500
airborne over the Caribbean, heading north...
Transglobal Airlines flight zero-
zero-zero...is in the air...
INT. A-500 - CROCKETT - MUCH LATER
is dozing. A signal.
Tubbs points up and to the right. Crockett wakes, looks. An
Aero Commander Turbo Twin is paralleling the A-500's course.
Now, it slides over them...almost into a collision. It sits
right over the A-500, separated by only 75 feet.
INT. OPA-LOCKA AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL - TRAFFIC CONTROLLER - DAY
handling a myriad of flights, reacts. On his radar he sees
next to the image of the Aero Commander, a ghost image....
AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER
Eleven-ten, Sierra, do you have a
visual on another aircraft...?
INT. AERO COMMANDER - SWITEK + ZITO - DAY
Switek is flying and looks down at the A-500 below...
INT. OPA-LOCKA AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL - TRAFFIC CONTROLLER
keys his radio.
AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER
Opa-Locka Air Traffic Control to
Hello, Opa-Locka. What's up?
AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER
I've got an Aero Commander coming
in on a two-seventy-nine heading,
but I had a double image...like
there's another plane there, now
I'm only picking up on one. What
do you read?
INT. US CUSTOMS AWAC - RADAR OFFICER
Let me see...
His FLIR (Forward Looking Infrared) picks up Switek and
Zito's Air Commander. He flips through all the different
modalities of detection, including thermography, for anything
else suspicious in the airspace...
AWAC RADAR OFFICER
Too many Mai Tais at lunch...
You're seeing double. One blip.
EXT. SKY - SIDE SHOT: THE AERO COMMANDER LIKE A PANCAKE ON
TOP OF THE A-500 RIGHT BELOW IT
We get the joke. The A-500 with its stealthiness under the
Aero Commander together like a single footprint.
AERIAL ANGLE: TWO PLANES
piggybacked, enter US airspace and cross the coastline into
From underneath, the Aero Commander sweeps to the right on
approach as Tubbs radically dives for the trees, hugging the
contour at 220 knots at 150 feet...having snuck this plane
and its load into the United States of America.
EXT. CIRCLE 6 MOTEL, PARKING LOT - U-HAUL-IT TRUCK - NIGHT
Alone in the acid-yellow glare of the sodium vapor lights.
We wait. We don't know why we're here.
PARKING LOT PERIMETER - SAWGRASS
MOVE IN...and we REVEAL staked-out are Crockett, Jean-Louis
Neptune gonna show?
We don't know who he's talking about.
Oh, he'll show. This is his kind
of deal. Crime on crime. Who's
gonna call the cops?
Usually his thing is street
dealers. Torture their families
until they cough up the stash.
Lights off. Cruises through the parking lot past the U-Haul-
It to the other side and disappears.
That's slick: Neptune's Escalade's
worth more than the real estate.
But no one's supposed to notice his
Here's another incognito genius...
ANOTHER ANGLE: MALIBU SS
cruises the other end of the parking lot. The Escalade
returns. All's clear. Both converge around the U-Haul-It
truck. Out of the Escalade steps NEPTUNE - 6'4", narrow-
shouldered and bald. From the Malibu and back of the
Escalade, Four more Haitian ZO POUNDERS with handguns,
shotguns and shades...
pops the lock on the U-Haul-It with a crowbar. He rolls up
the door expecting millions worth of cocaine. Instead he
comes face to face with the barrel of a 12-gauge...
April Fool, motherfucker.
Trudy whips the butt end of the shotgun around, caving in
Neptune's cheekbone and nose...
WIDER - NEPTUNE
goes down for the count. Switek - under the truck - rolls
out. Crockett, Tubbs with shotguns, Jean-Louis and Zito with
CAR-15s emerge from the perimeter with bright lights on
shouting for the Haitians to freeze...
Arrete! Arrete! Freeze!
Et vous, mo-fo!
A 250-lb. ZO POUNDER brings up his weapon. Crockett BLOWS
the guy's legs out from under him. Zito disarms him. The
other two are disarmed.
is rolled over by Crockett. He plastic-ties his wrists and
feet. Others are manhandled...
Get the fuck in the truck...!
Zo Pounders, plastic-tied, are thrown into the truck with the
thousand kilos of cocaine. But not Neptune. The gate is
rolled down and padlocked.
INT. SAFE HOUSE - CROCKETT - NIGHT
staring at his satellite cell. Waiting. He looks out the
window at the passing river. Soft voices from another
room...probably Tubbs and Gina. It's five in the morning.
It rings. He answers.
JOSÉ YERO (O.S.)
Client got delivery. But there
were..."extras" in the back of the
"Extras" tried to relieve us of
And by the by, you know of a player
in Overtown who goes by the name of
I do. We don't do business with
He tried to..."do business"...with
you. Around ten. His place. Be
I'll be there.
EXT. OVERTOWN STREET - JOSÉ YERO IN A TINTED EXCURSION - DAY
cruises storefront churches, chacouteries, Baptist missions,
Haitian restaurants and palm trees. Men in dark trousers and
white shirts lean in doorways. The SUV preceding Yero stops
three houses before us. The Excursion with Yero stops two
houses beyond. Security - very casually - deploys. NOW,
Yero approaches...seen through the curtains of the window
we're looking through. Reveal Tubbs watching.
And, he crosses to the door and opens it as Yero cautiously
INT. LIVING ROOM - YERO
And his face registers surprise.
Carefully stacked in the living room are the PLASTIC-WRAPPED
BRICKS OF COCAINE THAT CROCKETT AND TUBBS STOLE FROM SAL
MAGUDA'S WAREHOUSE WHEN THEY BLEW UP HIS BOATS.
Hog-tied and bleeding all over his clothes, in the corner is
Neptune. His mouth is taped. He's shaking his
head...disclaiming, disowning and disavowing...
This the load you lost a while
It is. He try to take tonight's
And what do I do with him?
Whatever you want. Like we said,
we're not into violence.
Yero looks around the corner and sees Switek and Zito in the
dining room, casually at ease with Galil assault
rifles...meaning "don't even think about it"...
INT. AN EMPTY MANSION - JOSÉ YERO - DAY
The empty mansion is on its own peninsula. Through the
windows we see a yacht and Crockett's 48' Stryker, its canopy
open but without its racing supergraphics. The mansion
interior...all Beaumaniers limestone...is devoid of all
furnishing. They sit on white plastic garden chairs from
I walk into Neptune's house...very
nice. But I also see you... and
our drugs that got ripped from
You don't like us finding your
load? We can go and lose it all
How 'bout this? How'd Neptune know
where to hit us? Huh? Whose Op
sec's got a leak? Yours?
What'd Neptune tell you?
He didn't. Interrogation's not in
our skill set.
So c'mon, what suspicions have you
master-minded off these
(whispers in Spanish to
Here's what this is...ask how much
they want to turn back to us our
Yero's certain about their motive.
We want it back.
What's the recovery? How much are
you looking for?
How much we looking for?
Nothing. As in "free, gratis."
And as an investment in the
(takes off her glasses and
looks at Crockett)
She holds Crockett's look...as she did before.
It's yours cause what's yours, _is_
yours. And what's ours is ours...
...like the second ten-percent,
which is now due, Yero, my ace.
Isabella gestures. Yero kicks across the floor a cardboard
box full of money. Tubbs glances inside. Doesn't count it.
What's up next? Or is this a one-
Give them the shipment on the
Yero doesn't like it. She gestures "do it."
Maritime. Jose will fill you in.
And she starts to leave...and sensing Crockett's gotten up
and follows her. Meanwhile
Lay it out...
And Crockett, close behind Isabella, now...
There is one thing you can do for
me in recognition of the death-
defying risks we took to recover
And what is that?
This is the wife of narcotrafficker Archangel de Jesus
Let me buy you a drink.
Isabella pauses. Crockett may get killed right now. They're
near the open doors to the patio.
What do you like to drink?
I'm a fiend for mojitas.
Isabella looks over at Crockett's boat. Back to Crockett...
How fast does that go?
It goes very fast.
Isabella and Crockett head outside towards the dock, Tubbs
Can I talk to you for a second,
They step aside.
(low, re: Isabella)
I know what I'm doing.
And he leaves to help Isabella board. Switek unties and
pushes off the boat. Looking out the window at them is José
Yero, as perplexed as Tubbs, who covers...
...secure satellite comms.
encrypted e-mail, the longs and
lats for the transshipment
_point_...all that? It's all cool.
But I need a vector, not a
location. 'Cause ships move.
That's why they call them ships.
Ship stops? It's trying to be an
apartment building. At sea that
attracts attention. That's bad...
INT. STRYKER, CABIN - CROCKETT + ISABELLA
pulling away from the docks at 12 knots, repressing the
thunder of the 2,700-horsepower engines. Crockett leaves the
canopy slid back. They're open to the air. He gives
Isabella headsets so they can talk over the roar. The wind
starts to move her hair. She's not sure how to put on the
Crockett lets the boat rock over the swells while he arranges
her headset around her ears. His fingers brush her hair,
touch her skin...
It was not intentional. But the look in Crockett's eyes is
as if a small voltage passed through him.
He plugs her headset into the dash, regains the wheel, shoves
the throttles forward and...
EXT. OPEN OCEAN - "BORN TO WIN"
cuts and then leaps over swells. In seven seconds they're
doing over 70 knots. And Crockett holds it there as...
The wind whips her hair behind her, now. The two are small
against the smooth 50' long hull. Crockett hands her
wraparound shades for her eyes. She doesn't want them...
So where's the best place for
Bodeguita del Medio. It's the _only_
place for mojitas...
Off a little alley with
cobblestones. Hemingway went
Havana? Cubans don't like us or my
Are you afraid?
(smiles; Crockett shakes
his head "no")
Good. And you don't need a visa.
Cause you're with me.
EXT. OPEN OCEAN - OVERHEAD "BORN TO WIN" - DAY
rockets from one swell to the next, getting airborne. Wind
and salt electrify Isabella. She turns to Crockett and
smiles, putting on the glasses, now. Crockett gestures to
her knees. She should keep them bent. Crockett pushes it to
FRONTAL: CROCKETT + ISABELLA
in strong light, ripped by wind. Behind them are ocean and
sky and twenty-foot plumes which jet from the props and make
a wake that vectors in diagonals to what each is leaving
behind them...where they've been...and converge to push them
to the new places where they're headed. Behind, the skies
are leaden. They're racing a storm. Sunlight shafts through
a gap in thunderclouds, turning the clouds yellow. Now, they
turn peach against the darkening open water and the grey sky
behind. The boat vibrates, the engines scream and...
waves her over to join him behind the wheel. He holds out
his left hand to steady her. He brings her to him. Both
lean against his high upholstered chair. He holds her to his
side. Indicates the wheel...
Light touch. Everything comes to
you through the wheel.
stays on the throttle, throttling back when the props are out
of the water so you don't redline the engine and forward
when reentering. The swells are now four feet. They launch
off each, get airborne, cut into the next...
How do we get into Cuba?!
My cousin is the harbor master.
You must not bring in drugs. You
cannot be armed. If you're
carrying, it has to go. Or stow it
inside. No one will go near your
You do business in Cuba with your
I never do business in Cuba.
And nobody goes to Cuba but me.
And he is not my husband...
Crockett's surprised. And he doesn't push it.
Were you born in Havana?
Angola. My mother was being a
surgeon there. She volunteered.
Mozambique and Mali, too...
(over the wind)
...those days, in those days...she
was part of Cuba's gift to the
third world. She came from a
bourgeois family with a house in
Verdado...we still have the house.
We will go there...
Where's she now?
Crockett looks at her. Her perspective is that of the '60's
and '70's, the politics of national liberation, the
perspective of Marcuse and Franz Fanon.
Angolan Military. Went back to the
fighting. Disappeared. Who
Isabella looks at the look on Crockett's face.
Go ahead and ask...
How's he not your husband?
I am no one's wife. I live in my
own house. I do not live in a
man's house. He has a wife. We
are together. I am free. Because
of banking and finance and travel...
(looks at him, shouts over
And I can do anything I want...
She laughs. She has that combination of intellect, beauty
and youth. Everything is possible...life will never
end...she can ride this crest eternally.
And Crockett knows that her confidence makes her oblivious to
peril, makes "right now" too real because she believes she
will live forever.
can't help it. He looks right at her. She lifts her face to
the spray. Some clouds part and light strikes her...
And Crockett wants to possess her; to protect her. He wants
no one else to have her. He wants no harm to come to her.
And this is an impulse that takes him over to the core of who
he is. And, as we MOVE IN CLOSER, Crockett has to turn
sees this. She's quizzical. Crockett looks back at her.
Their eyes connect.
"BORN TO WIN"
his left arm around her shoulder, his right on the wheel.
She rocks back against his body. They rip across the seas...
INT. "JAZZ" - A HAVANA NIGHTCLUB JAMMED WITH PEOPLE - NIGHT
14-piece Afro-Cuban band. IN THE PRESS OF dancers at a small
table, Crockett and Isabella...
(shouts over noise)
Later! Do you dance?
They move into the crowd under two-story high windows
overlooking Meyer Lansky's Hotel Riviera - freeze-dried 1959
CROCKETT + ISABELLA
Whatever we knew about Sonny Crockett, we did not know he
could dance. Their feet, their knees and thighs, perfectly
matched, they samba, like lightning.
He swings her around and turns her to a close embrace as
their hips and legs parallel each other's, as he turns her
under his arm, stops her, pulls her backwards into his body,
her hips into his, the fast beat, the footwork, and he spins
her back facing him, pressing her closer as it gets faster
INT. BEDROOM - CROCKETT + ISABELLA
fall onto a bed, shedding the last of their clothes, making
love in a house somewhere. Beyond them is an open window to
the ocean. The sky turns red and grey but the water stays
Their eyes are open...because they're locked together the
whole time and their faces are steady and urgently surprised
because this is not language; not a symbol, not a
representation of a thing. Jesus Montoya is not here. Miami
is not here. This is discovery. This is fact. They have
discovered each other and have never felt like this about
anyone before in their lives.
INT. HOUSE, BEDROOM - CROCKETT - MORNING
His eyes open. He wakes up. Light and situation flood in.
He does not know where he is. He pulls on his pants.
Barefoot, he walks to the window. The interior is high-
ceilinged with immaculately polished floors. And Crockett
looks around, a stranger in a stranger place.
EXT. THE BALCONY - CROCKETT
enters. The paint on the outside of this house is peeling
and patinaed with stain. The yard is overgrown. The stucco
fence around the streamline deco facade is crumbling from
weather and time...
CROCKETT WATCHES THE OCEAN
from the balcony of the futuristic villa in Verdado... A
futurism from 1939, peeling aqua, aging science fiction.
Wherever we are in the world, this place is out of the
stream, outside history. And Isabella, this woman from a
different world, enters, brings him an oversized cup of
coffee. In his trousers, Crockett drapes an arm across her
shoulders and they stand in the air.
hears voices from the interior.
My aunt. She's ancient. She looks
after the place...
This was my mother's family's
INT. BODEGUITA DEL MEDIO - CROCKETT + ISABELLA - AFTERNOON
in the funky yellow restaurant drinking mojitas. They've had
lunch served to them at the bar. Frosted glasses have sugar
on the bottom and are loaded with crushed Cuban herbs. The
bartender has been there for 40 years. Crockett and Isabella
look like regulars. They've served chicken and plantains.
Like any restaurant, the people eating at the bar are the
regulars. They sit where Hemingway sat in the slow part of
Tell _me_ everything.
Macon, Georgia is where I was born.
Wound up in a juvenile facility. I
was 14. Then the military. Then
prison. Because I was dumb and
angry. Then I read. Then I got
smart. Then I discovered what I
know, now...it's all business...
My friend, two more.
What was your mother's name...?
Blanca...a rubio like you.
I see her in a dress...an old
photograph from Lucinda somebody's
wedding...everybody is with
couples. Husbands and wives. They
all pose. My mother is alone
because my father had to go back to
...she looks right into the camera.
She is the most beautiful woman in
the room. By herself. In a party
dress. And she looked like she
knew she would die alone...
She spoke many languages. We were
in Luanda when she died. I went to
her friends in Mali. They sent me
to the Ecole Polytechnique in
Geneva to study mathematics, where
I met Montoya in the discos. He
had banking there...I was seventeen
and very much into the clubs. And
he sent me to University for an MBA
Died in childbirth, having me...
To mothers. And all that we owe
Isabella looks at Crockett and smiles and puts on her
You know how improbable this is...?
"Probable"...applies to an event
that may be real. Doesn't apply
...'cause we have no future...are
of today and not tomorrow.
...and therafore there is no
Crockett's hand is around her waist and slips down her hip as
he pulls her closer and takes off her glasses and she puts
down her drink and kisses him at the bar and Crockett's eyes
dwell on her and she looks back at him and, now, knowing what
INT. THE STREAMLINE HOUSE IN VEDADO - LEADEN SKIES - LATE
The water is like sheet metal as clouds allow only a sliver
of light to illuminate the sea while rain greys-out most of
it. Minute crimson is a freighter heading to the stone
harbor. Fabric billows in the wind. PULL BACK into the room
to Crockett and Isabella...
TWO NAKED BODIES
...one light skinned, the other brown, intertwine in the
opiated moments after sensuality. The afternoon half-light
drapes parts of their bodies, making a relief against which
their eyes hold each other's...
INT. SHOWER - CROCKETT - LATER
focused elsewhere. It's as if he's struggling to record the
event of her in memory so she'll sustain there, because he
compels himself to a different place, now. Then, the shower
curtain parts. It startles him...
enters. She touches his back. He turns to her with a smile.
Let's talk deliveries.
Isabella is not let down by the switch to commerce. She
merely goes there, too. After all, this is their subject.
...and a different kind of deal.
Like "three thousand a ki?" That's
And I can supply the transportation
into South Florida and the Gulf,
more reliable and on-time than
FedEx. But, three per ki was OK
And why should continuing
excellence cost more?
Cost less. That's the point.
Is it December?
What do you mean?
Did Christmas come early this
Better than that.
We become partners. Only in this
territory and only on loads we run.
And you don't pay us three thousand
a ki. You pay us zero. Why we
get is thirty percent of the load.
Product or cash. "And why," you're
thinking, "would I be crazy enough
to out in these gringos like that?
Is he chipping? Crazy for my love?
Too many mojitas?" And the answer
is, "of course" but also "no. It
is because Sonny can deliver what
no one else can."
Good samba dancing...?
'Cause you don't lose loads?
'Cause we _guarantee_ every load.
Anywhere, for any reason, it comes
up short, we make good. Your
operations will, from now on, run
And you're our thirty-percent
Her knowing smile speaks of experience beyond her years.
What if I tell you that your ideas
are too big for your skin?
That merely to propose this is a
Then I would say to you, this has
There's a long pause. This is business. This is what is.
The range should be between fifteen
and seventeen-point-five percent of
the P.O.E....to even consider it.
I need thirty. Calculate in, also,
the cash you don't have to front...
Available cash is not an issue for
What if I pushed to twenty-one...?
I would say you're...
(hesitates; holds up four
...four percentage points away from
Maybe I'm only one.
And she slides into his arms. And smiles...
We'll do it at twenty-two...
Isabella laughs. She kisses him under the shower water. And
it's tough to know who is pushing it further out onto the
...and now what?
And now I make you breakfast
Her breathing is heavier as she buries her head in his neck.
INT. BOAT ON STORMY SEAS - DAY
Crockett is alone. Black skies mottled with grey.
Rain and wind rip across his face. He left Isabella in
rings. Crockett picks it up. It's Tubbs...
Where the hell are you, man?
On my way back...
Crockett disconnects. He pushes it. It launches from one
swell, airborne, and knifes into the next. It's violent.
Crockett's thoughts and expression are about Isabella. They
are criminal conspirators, a woman cheating on her
narcotrafficker "husband," an outlaw smuggler who's really an
OVER CROCKETT: GOVERNMENT CHANNEL - "BORN TO WIN"
rockets in and then throttles back.
EXT. INDIAN RIVER SAFE HOUSE - TUBBS - DAY
sitting on the U-shaped jetty as we HEAR Crockett kill the
engines, tying it off. Gina stands halfway up the small lawn
to the early 60's ranch house under tropical palms. Tubbs'
mood is dark. As Crockett approaches, he looks blankly at
Tubbs, offering no explanation...
The meet with Castillo and the fed
got set up. It's in 45 minutes...
Tubbs goes inside. Crockett follows. As he passes Gina...
What's up, Sonny...?
Crockett looks at her. He has no answer.
INT. HOUSE - CROCKETT
enters. While Tubbs is strapping up...
Where'd you go?
Hit a couple of jazz clubs. Fell
back to her place.
It's in the suburbs outside Havana.
No. Havana, Louisiana.
Don't we have a meet?
...where you're makin' a move on
the wife of Archangel de Jesus
You're not makin' a move on her...?
We're makin' moves on each other.
Oh, that makes it okay, then.
INT. ENGINE ROOM OF A TRAMP FREIGHTER SEIZED BY US CUSTOMS
AND TIED-UP ON THE INDIAN RIVER - FBI RAC JAMES FUJIMA - DAY
We've entered a secret meeting mid-argument.
Who said, "go exploring"? We want
this staying on track.
Who's the "we"? There's you and
there's us. And all we got from
you was bad intel. "Low-level
producer." Yeah, right...
What are you talking about?
Montoya. We went to meet the
village priest. It turns into
Alice in the fucking Vatican and
here's the Pope...of the North
Valle Colombia dope trade.
His operations are kingpin size and
first-class. His security is ex-
Eastern bloc, ex-SAS and Israelis.
Their comms are satellite uplink
with mainframe encryption,
significant Sig Int and in their
zones of activity, they have signal-
Fujima is surprised...
Yeah. CIA-level stuff...
And what does that level of
spending on first-class, private-
sector infrastructure signify to
Mega-tonnage and mega-cash flow...
Haiti and Puerto Rico. Money
through Dubai and Geneva maybe.
Their loads are poly-drug. "E"
from Holland, methamphetamine
precursors from Jordan, Afghan "H."
Mid-ocean transshipments. His real
business is: he's a network.
And we can illuminate part of it
from the inside out.
So we want to change-up the mission
Identify and indict the white
supremacist group of importers.
End of story. Everything else I'm
hearing is speculation masquerading
Crockett flips him a set of keys.
Keys to the boat. Go do this
Fujima looks at Castillo...who is this insubordinate prick?
Who are you talking to?
He's talking to you, bro.
What he means to say is he is
reluctant to abandon the
penetration of a major
Hey, fuck him.
Chill out Sonny.
We're the ones doing the death-
defying shit? And he wants us to
give that up? For what?
A chump-change bust so he can get
his picture in /The Miami Herald/ to
impress the slug farm in DC...
Control your men.
I'm my _own_ man. And anytime you
want to see how much man I am?
Everybody shuts up.
Where are you on this?
We know Tubbs has doubts about Crockett's motives and
With Sonny. 110%.
Then that's it.
Change the mission statement.
Crockett stays in. He keeps
working up the ladder. The
local importers get a pass for the
I don't know.
Yes you do...
I got to talk to my ADO...
No, you don't, Jim.
'Cause if I close this down, you
got nothing to make a phone call
about. And my guys don't have a
week for a Feeb bureaucratic
process. Every hour longer they're
in there, they risk exposure. So,
right here, right now, they're back
in or I pull them out and close you
down. What's it going to be?
Fujima nods acquiescence.
He leaves. When he's out of earshot...
You fuckin' better be right...!
EXT. FREIGHTER ON THE INDIAN RIVER - CROCKETT + TUBBS - NIGHT
step across to a second ship among the dozens tied-up along
the river. Its crimson paint is peeling and it's been
stripped of everything salvageable. They're alone.
What is going on...?!
There is "undercover." And there
is "Which way is up?"
You think I am in so deep I forgot?
I am asking. You to me.
Do you _believe_...I have forgotten I
am a cop?
I would never doubt you.
This is the answer Crockett needed to hear.
And do you doubt I will slot anyone
complicit in the death of Maria,
Alonzo and those children?
Anyone...whoever they are...
No, I do not.
And we know that might mean Isabella.
EXT. MONTOYA COMPOUND, GUAJIRA PENINSULA, COLOMBIA - ISABELLA
We are on a peninsula with palm trees. A bluff dotted with a
small forest of satellite dishes. A ribbon of white-sand and
beyond that is silver light off the water. It is rural and
futuristic at the same time.
...90- and 120-day futures with
shorted Canadian and US dollars...
INT. MASTER BEDROOM SUITE - ARCHANGEL DE JESUS MONTOYA-
in pajama top and boxer shorts, smoking a cigar. In a
sweatsuit is Isabella, delivering a financial report. It's
from memory. Nothing is written down, in the tradition of
the elite section of Swiss private banking in which clerks
commit portfolios to memory. There are no documents.
...and we're looking at Nigerian
Precursor shipments from Ras Tanura
Transshipped to a Malaysian
Not French registry?
They've been targeted. And
Pakistani registry is too
vulnerable to search and seizure
José doesn't like the deal in South
Montoya's referring to Crockett. Alarm bells go off.
They want 22% of the value on loads
they run into South Florida. It's
the Juarez cartel model.
They guarantee the loads. The
upside is our risk goes to zero.
That frees-up capital.
But what does your intuition tell
Is he suspicious? Does he suspect Isabella and Crockett are
My "intuition"...? My intuition
made him breakfast the other
morning in Havana.
Her lieson with Crockett is the last thing we expected to
hear from Isabella.
They're serious. They're cautious.
They'll forgo a deal over a
technicality of how a delivery's
handled...they'd walk away, rather
than compromise operational
But they have to be watched
A good deal, like this with us, for
Burnett will be good only
temporarily. He'll get restless
because he believes nothing is
forever. Life is dust, make it
while you can. He's ambitious.
Montoya appreciates her thoughtfulness.
So I predict a few good runs. Then
there'll be a renegotiation.
That's my girl...
Montoya uses Isabella and her sexual allure to gather insight
into the people he does business with. That's part of their
On the next load, José wants to
front them silver. But they them in
He thinks they are wrong. What do
I think José suspects anybody he
doesn't intimidate. And people,
who are good at what they do? They
have egos, too...
What would you do...?
I like the diminished risk. It
frees up capital reserves. I like
working with self-interested
businessmen who are competent. You
can predict their behavior....
Montoya looks at her very carefully. She stares right back
On the other hand...if what you
wish, mi corazon, is la
plumba...the lead? Then let's do
that. Accept their deal. After
the load is received...we will
close their eyes forever...
She looks at Montoya squarely. It hangs in the air. In his
strange process of decision-making, Montoya reaches a
Let's try a few runs with these
partners, I think. I will tell
If Isabella is pleased, she doesn't show it. Montoya
continues to stare at her unwavering expression, frozen in
stone. He smiles, then, and starts to take off her clothes.
He reaches for her hand and brings her to him. She kisses
him and he puts aside his cigar, pulls her face into his
neck, and she runs her hands down him...
EXT. BARRANQUILLA, COLOMBIA AIRPORT - A G3 - NIGHT
lands. The door opens. Isabella emerges. CLOSER...she
searches, looking for someone as she descends the ramp.
emerges from behind an SUV. He came to meet her plane.
expression changes, but she masks it.
Businesslike, she walks across the tarmac. There are two
Suburbans. One for her; one full of security. Crockett and
her meet. No show of affection. Her Secretary, carrying her
briefcase, accompanies her towards the second Suburban.
INT. SECOND SUBURBAN - DOOR - NIGHT
opens. Crockett and Isabella climb in. The rear is
customized cream leather, luxurious with three telephones and
a divider. As Isabella climbs in, followed by Crockett, she
takes the briefcase from the Secretary and indicates he ride
in the front vehicle. Doors close. Windows go up. Air
conditioning comes on. She raises the divider, blocking the
driver and locks the doors. They are sealed in the back.
Alone. And she assaults Crockett with a passion that's
desperate...as if making love to him puts her world back in
balance. Their clothes come off, Crockett pauses...
He touches the side of her face.
Don't stop, bad man...
As they continue, we...
INT. BARRANQUILLA NIGHTCLUB - TUBBS + GINA - NIGHT
at the bar. It's jammed. "Cochi Loco" Yero and his
permanent bodyguard, El Tiburon, pass, smile. Tubbs
introduces Yero to Gina, as his wife.
Yero shakes Gina's hand. He indicates to the bartender that
Tubbs and Gina are to pay for nothing...and he moves towards
an office. Cobalt blue light illuminates his face, and his
fierce yellow eyes are not filled with hospitality.
EXT. FALS DE IGUAZU AIRPORT (THREE BORDERS AREA) - MONTOYA -
deplaning his G-4 crosses to his armored Suburban.
INT. SUBURBAN - MONTOYA
climbs into the back. It's also a traveling communications
center, satellite uplink, encryption, the works...
(to an Assistant)
Do you have him?
Assistant nods. Montoya takes the heavy handset...
José, about the Americans...
INT. BARRANQUILLA CLUB, OFFICE - JOSÉ YERO
They are "wrong." I do not trust
Too good at what they do, I don't
know. Something I don't like.
They are wrong...
Isabella likes them. We made their
Montoya hangs up. José Yero looks at the phone.
INT. CLUB - CROCKETT + ISABELLA - NIGHT
enter. They join Tubbs and Gina.
sees Crockett's carriage with this woman. It's different.
Intuitively, she exchanges a look with Tubbs. Crockett makes
introductions. Then, they move away to dance to a fast samba
in perfect synchronicity. And, they're also SEEN by...
He watches them, too. His yellow eyes are lit by strobes.
His eyes locked onto Isabella...dancing with Crockett, their
And in the way he looks at them, hurt, like a betrayed lover,
which he isn't and never could have been...we know now, the
core of his antagonism.
INT. HONDURAN FREIGHTER, DINING AREA - TUBBS - DAY
It's a 30 year old, well-maintained carribean freighter with
a steel table and u-shaped bench. In the dark interior,
narrow spots reveal the group hovering over a ruggedized
Workpad with navigational software.
Transshipment point is here at
17:00 hours on the 23rd.
Uh-uh. No predetermined places and
times to meet. Give me their
heading and radio codes and I will
talk to them directly with the
longs and lats and time which will
be a last minute deal...
_You_ give _yours_ to me. _We_ position
all the assets hauling our loads...
Now how we do it, blood. It risks
signal interception and other bad
things like people who don't need
to know where we're at knowing.
Tubbs hands José Yero's assistant, El Tiburon, a pager.
At ten to three on the 27th, I will
satellite page him with a website
and encryption code. He will have
ten minutes to log on and receive
his new heading. Ten minutes and
thirty seconds, website disappears
and he can drive his fucking boat
up to Iceland...
José Yero doesn't like it.
Malaysian registry. Small
(to El Tiburon)
Give them their codes and heading.
Everything Yero tells them feels to him like exposure.
Fifty-gallon drums. Thirty-two. A
hundred kilos in each. You
transship that to the Malaysian
Importation value? At twenty-two
thousand a ki...
You work that out with La Senora.
You will get sixteen fuel bladders
of crystal meth precursors from the
Malaysian ship. For collection in
North Miami. You warehouse it.
Release it when we say.
I'm sure you have friends with fast
If you see a few new faces, don't
And José, my ace, lots of
transshipment. Lots of action.
Skies are crowded. And the JIT has
assets on land, air, and sea.
So any intel you got that can come
our way and contribute to the good
José Yero's on the spot.
Sure. Check your e-mail.
Yero gets up and leaves the confined dining room. He exits
onto the walkway outside the bridge. His path takes him
EXT. HONDURAN FREIGHTER - TRUDY
with Switek and Zito. Trudy's in a tank top. José looks at
returns the look with a stare that says, "Don't fuck with
me". José raises his eyebrow and after noting the two
handguns holstered in the waistband of her hiphuggers...
INT. LONG CARGO SHED - JOSÉ YERO + EL TIBURON
walk. Cochi Loco's security leads and tails behind as...
(to El Tiburon)
You know what Escobar used to do?
In the '80's, air routes came into
favor. It required many pilots.
The best were American. Former
crop-dusters. They didn't fly by
the book. Tell one: "Put that 747
down on this fifteen-hundred-foot
runway." Somehow, he'd do it.
Great pilots. But Pablo had a
rule. After they flew six
loads...this good pilot who
facilitates so much good
business... he would come back to
Medellín or Barranquilla to pick up
the next load?
And no one would ever see him
again. He'd disappear.
"You a good pilot?
Make a lot of money for Pablo?
Thank you very much." And then
Pablo would kill his ass. After
And who was Pablo Escobar? A
provincial who got busted-out by
the white collars from Cali. When
the gringos got him, he was nobody.
We're three times better than Pablo
The means we kill these
sonsabitches three times sooner.
And do you know why Pablo Escobar
He didn't like pilots.
EXT. BARRANQUILLA HARBOR, CARGO SHED - JOSÉ YERO + EL TIBURON
enter from the cargo shed onto a roadway just as...
YERO POV: GINA
passes by, driven by Switek. They're en route to pick up
JOSÉ YERO (CONT'D)
And put eyes on her. Put eyes on
her twenty-four hours a day...
EXT. BARRANQUILLA BEACH - CROCKETT + ISABELLA, TUBBS + GINA -
Isabella hands out banana leaves wrapped and tied around
cooked rice and barbecued pork. Gina and Tubbs walk away
down the beach towards phosphorescent waves.
I forgot the napkins.
And the chopsticks and fortune
What's the best fortune you ever
They're all the same. "Financial
security is around the corner."
"Your friends love you."
In Kowloon, once, I got one that
said, "Live now because life is
Crockett and Isabella wander down the beach, hard from the
Do you have assets somewhere else?
...to fall back on. You know, a
Do I need it?
Everybody needs it. Ask
Prudential. Or Allstate.
'Cause whatever can go wrong,
The Perseids make the night sky over the water look like the
Fourth of July.
Something like that. The odds
catch up with you. The odds are
like gravity. You can't negotiate
So...at some point, you should cash
out, take your money and run...
Sure. As far away and as fast as
Whenever. Maybe later, maybe
What is Sonny Crockett trying to say to her?
Would you find me...?
Where would I go?
Zanzibar. The Comoros Islands.
Somewhere in the Indian Ocean.
There's twelve-hundred islands
Is this the protective male talk?
This is the talk of a man...if he
were your husband...he would never
put you at risk. He would never
put you within a thousand miles of
anything that could hurt you.
And if I were in the Comoros, in
the Indian Ocean, where would you
A few more moments, still in this
business. Then I'd find you.
Would you? Because if you
couldn't, I would be very lonely...
I would have left the only world I
know and have known since I was
(smiles, touches Crockett)
But none of this will happen. So
it doesn't matter. Because we are
on the Guajira Peninsula. And all
you see around you...look around...
is Archangel de Jesus Montoya-
Londono. He is my man. And you are
a smuggler moving a load...
Her eyes say that she listened to his warnings and will
disregard them. Life is dust. Meaning is in the moment, and
that's right now.
The intensity is because it's impossible. Because it's
impossible, they've been free to imagine. And that's made
the heat of it stronger...
...in the morning.
I'll be on board by noon.
Crockett didn't expect that.
What did you think? This deal with
you is my deal. I am responsible.
She vouched for him. She has to stand behind it. He puts
his arm around her waist.
INT. HONDURAN FREIGHTER, BRIDGE - TRUDY + CROCKETT - DAWN
The Freighter is anchored a half mile offshore.
Magenta breaks the horizon. Trudy looks at Crockett, looks
Too fast. Too many moving parts.
Zito joins them.
Same. But it's your call, boss.
Tubbs joins them.
What's your take?
What's the point? It's going down.
Call the US Coast Guard: "Come and
arrest our ass."
And Switek resumes romancing Miss
Crockett looks at Trudy. There's a connection between
Crockett and Trudy. It's filial. Crockett has a special
regard for her judgment.
If we were for real, and knew our
shit, we'd fade this one...
Then you should.
If you're down, we're down for the
EXT. SAFE HOUSE ON THE INDIAN RIVER - GINA - NIGHT
drives up. Parks. She approaches along the sidewalk, down
the walkway under the banana trees and birds of paradise.
Motion sensors trigger exterior lights. Gina cocks her ear,
waiting to hear... Then, offscreen, Tommy the dog barks.
Reassured, her left hand on her .380, she reaches for her
keys, opens the door...
INT. SAFE HOUSE - GHETTO BLASTER
A finger pushed the stop button. The dog stops barking.
OVERHEAD: ENTRY WAY - GINA
FROM BEHIND HER - WE MOVE CLOSER AS...
a leather sap arcs through the air and descends onto her left
shoulder, paralyzing her arm. Other arms grab her, push her
head down. The same sap backhands with massive force across
the back of her neck...
INT. DOUBLE-WIDE TRAILER - ECU: GINA - NIGHT
slowly comes to consciousness. She looks around,
disoriented. Her eyes roll back in her head and she slips
into dreamland for a moment. She rouses and opens her eyes
again, blinks, disoriented...
WIDE PAST GINA TO WHICH SHE SEES: AN EMACIATED WOMAN IN A
stares at her from the back corner of the double-wide
trailer. With her is an overweight autistic Boy of about 11.
He plays in the corner and watches a small TV with a coat
hanger for an antenna. The Old Woman pays Gina no attention
On her face is zero affect. There are other sounds in the
and we see she is tied to a chair that is bolted to the floor.
Her clothes are disheveled and ripped. She tries to focus.
Then somebody's thick arms are fitting something around her
neck. A blindfold goes over her eyes. Around her neck is a
C-4 "necklace" like the one we saw on Stevens' wife in the
beginning of the film. The arms and back belong to the deep-
chested Aryan Brother we saw from the Stevens' house and
Coleman's double-wide. MOVE IN ON GINA. He reaches below
the frame and does something. Gina writhes away from him in
the chair. He laughs. He backs away from her to
camera...and holds something in his hand.
He takes a digital picture.
EXT. HOMESTEAD FLORIDA TRACT HOUSE - FRONT YARD - DAY
A tall wall of planting hides the $150,000 house from the
road. Neighbors are double-wide trailers. The house has
some sophisticated radio antennas as well as a twelve-foot
satellite dish. On the driveway are two Escalades and a
Bentley. Out the back, off the dock is a two-million dollar
sports/fishing boat. Someone's entering numbers on a cell
INT. HOMESTEAD FLORIDA TRACT HOUSE - COLEMAN
waits. The guy working the cell phone is the buzz-cut Aryan
Brother we saw in the Stevens kitchen in the opening.
Coleman's shirt open in the Barcalounger watching ESPN. His
watch is loaded with ice, and a four-carat diamond in his
ear. He is all white bling. Coleman's tattooed up. Not
with "cool" Celtic symbols...his tats are neo-Nazi, white
supremacist, hard-core prison stuff.
in the hands of the deep-chested Aryan Brother. Three girls
in cutoffs and halters are making sandwiches and laughing in
the b.g.. Then:
Coleman takes the satellite phone, attached to a laptop. He
enters a number. A frequency-response graphic displays in
the computer. His conversation with El Tiburon is encrypted
so the voices are distorted...
Meth precursors and the Dutch party
favors are en route.
All I want to know is the where and
the when. Spare me mini moves,
progress reports and bullshit.
Okay. You got the "item"?
I got the item.
And our friend don't like the rest
of the people bringin' the merch to
Two main players plus three.
25% discount on the load.
Make it 40%.
Make it 35.
Coleman hangs up.
INT. HONDURAN FREIGHTER - FUNKY BRIDGE
In calm seas they're tied up to a Malaysian small container
ship. On it, Yemenese with AK-47s maintain a watchful eye.
From Crockett's POV as...
OTHER ANGLES: SWITEK, TRUDY, ZITO
with an assortment of CAR-15s, Galils and two RPGs mount a
EXT. MALAYSIAN CONTAINER SHIP - FUEL BLADDERS
swung by the Honduran freighter's crane cross 10' of open
water onto freighter's deck to join 18 others already there.
It's the last of the transfer.
EXT. MALAYSIAN CONTAINER SHIP - CAPTAIN
Me-a salama. Ila l-liqa.
EXT. HONDURAN FREIGHTER - TUBBS
EXT. OCEAN - THE TWO FREIGHTERS
INT. HONDURAN FREIGHTER, BRIDGE - CROCKETT
watches crew stow the cargo. Then, his satellite phone
blinks red light. Crockett boots up the computer to
encryption. Picks up the phone.
JOSÉ YERO (O.S.)
Hey, Captain Kirk. I think maybe I
have second thoughts.
You got something to say, José,
let's hear it.
I confess I have succumbed to my
weaknesses. An inability to see
another's point of view.
I've discussed it with
professionals. Even with one of
your friends. She's here now...
Crockett puts him on speaker.
JOSÉ YERO (cont'd)
So I want you to deliver _my_
product, how I want _my_ product
Isabella walks in. Crockett gestures for her to be quiet.
Mrs. Rico. But don't worry. She
is safe. To insure that, I am
keeping her close to me. It's
always good to keep people your
friends care about close to you.
Tubbs reaches for the phone. Trudy intercepts him.
Crockett turns it away and goes off the speaker...
JOSÉ YERO (cont'd)
So, _I_ will tell _you_ when you're 10
minutes out where to drop the load
into the hands of my people. You
have 35 minutes to enter Government
Channel. Head up the River... We
will watch you. Then I will call
And you can reach out for La Senora
in Barranquilla or wherever 'cause
I don't give a shit...
José Yero does NOT know Isabella's on board.
Proof of life. How do I know Mrs.
'Cause she will tell you.
He hangs up.
(turns on Isabella)
You set this up!
Of course! That is why I placed
myself here, with you, knowing Yero
would pull this crap.
Yero doesn't know she's here!
Crockett looks at Isabella, who's distracted in calculating
what's really happening.
Cigarette and the two Starkeys are
They grabbed Gina...
Isabella punches numbers into a satellite phone. No results.
It's all bullshit. Jesus is out of
communication in Fals de Iguazu.
José knows that... Whatever he's
going to do, he has to do it fast
because he's acting on his own.
And he will need a story.
They will kill you. And then they
will kill your wife, too.
Yero, by himself?
Maybe. Maybe with the crazy
Zito enters, makes the situation...
We're half loaded...
Gina. Like Alonzo's wife... Cochi
Loco's got her.
Dump the rest. Let's get the boats
up that river.
Crockett picks up the phone and dials. His eyes contact with
Tubbs has Tubbs take Isabella out of the Captain's Bridge.
She pulls her arm away. As they head down from the
EXT. HONDURAN FREIGHTER - DOPE-ON-A-ROPE
lines run from the freighter to two go-fast boats. The fuel
bladders with crampons slide down the rope into the smaller
WIDER: ONE STARKEY
loaded, takes off into the night, no lights. A second one
pulls away as the third boat's being loaded; Switek and Zito
climb into a cigarette. Meanwhile...
INT. HONDURAN FREIGHTER, BRIDGE - CROCKETT
on the satellite phone. He waits.
José Yero changed-up the drop plan
on us. He's grabbed Gina.
Where's the new drop point...?
They'll have surveillance on us.
We'll know only at the last
What do you think?
It's a rip and a hit.
(to someone else)
Get me Air Support...
We'll be airborne and assault the
They'll kill Gina.
They may have already, so we
protect the living. Proof she's
Supposedly it's coming.
INT. SCARAB - SWITEK, ZITO + TRUDY
rip from one swell to another, airborne, in between their
load. Trudy's on the comms. Switek drives with night-vision
INT. STRYKER - CROCKETT, TUBBS + ISABELLA
Crockett drives. Tubbs is on the throttles. Isabella's
between them. Then, Tubbs is sent a page. Reads the number.
Picks up the satellite phone. Crockett takes control of the
And Tubbs hears..."And weather on the southeast throughout
today and looking into the weekend is broken clouds, humidity
78%, small chance of rain. And coming up in four minutes at
5:45 is Lou Dobbs with Friday's market previews..."
LOU DOBBS (O.S.)
Welcome, folks. Today's Friday,
day of the year...
They're proving it's right _now_.
And that she's alive right now...
...nice friends you got. Trailer
trash with a bad smell...
INT. DOUBLE-WIDE TRAILER - GINA - NIGHT
The phone is ripped away from her. It's disconnected.
INT. STRYKER - TUBBS
He puts it together...
Smell. Bad smell. Trailer...
(he gets it)
She's allergic to diethylene...she
in a meth lab?
Crockett takes the phone, dials Castillo.
Just came in. She's still alive.
Safe house is empty...
Air Support's set to jump when we
know your drop point. Gina?
She's sending a message. Meth Lab.
Trailer park. Anything with
interesting antenna arrays...?
There's three between Miami
International and the glades. I'm
gonna try for her, but this is
triage. Protect the maximum number
of lives. You need to know that...
Crockett knows the Sophie's choice Castillo may have to make.
And it may cost Gina. Crockett glances at Tubbs. Crockett
pushes the throttles forward...
EXT. GOVERNMENT CHANNEL - TWO BOATS: THE SCARAB + THE
jam over the swells into Government Channel, NOT SLOWING this
time, even though the limit is 15 knots. Barely missing
sport fishing boats, slower recreational craft.
EXT. AERIAL - PAST HELICOPTER CO-PILOT
over his FLIR monitor scanning trailer parks. Nothing. Then
he notes a double-wide with two satellite dishes.
INT. STRYKER - TUBBS
on with Castillo.
...eliminated one. SWAT's on the
Trudy and I are goin' for Gina...
INT. SCARAB - SWITEK
slams the Scarab sideways, spewing a huge wake, driving it
through a circle to slough off speed as he pulls into a dock.
Crockett's Stryker does the same. Tubbs transfers into this
boat with Trudy and Zito. Switek gets into the Stryker with
Crockett and Isabella. As they speed up Government Channel.
INT. STRYKER - CROCKETT
If they attack you...
...it's gonna be an L-shaped
ambush. They're not gonna open up
until they got the party favors,
'cause all they'd get is a lot of
police scrambling to a gunfight.
They _will_ wait till they got the
goods before they do the deed.
*SCENES IN WHICH:
(A) TRUDY + TUBBS DISCOVER + ASSAULT THE PERIMETER SECURITY
OF THE TRAILER IN WHICH GINA IS HOSTAGE.
(B) CROCKETT, SWITEK, ZITO + ISABELLA AND THE THIRD BOAT
MAKE THE DELIVERY. DURING IT ISABELLA, FURIOUS THAT THIS
TRAITOROUS SONOFABITCH, COCHI LOCO, IS MAKING HIS OWN MOVE,
RAGES INTO THE MIDDLE GROUND, CALLING DOWN JOSÉ YERO.
BLOCKED BY AN ARYAN BROTHER, SHE PUSHES, HE SLAPS HER, SHE
SHOOTS HIM IN THE LEG. ALL SIDES DRAW DOWN IMPENDING CHAOS.
CROCKETT + COLEMAN COOL IT. COLEMAN WANTS HIS LOAD. THE
LURE OF EASY MONEY HAS A VERY STRONG APPEAL.
AND ISABELLA IS _STILL_ COMPLETELY UNAWARE CROCKETT + TUBBS ARE
ANYTHING OTHER THAN PLAYERS.
(C) TUBBS + TRUDY INSERT A FIBER-OPTIC SURVEILLANCE TAP.*
EXT. TRAILER PARK, DOUBLE-WIDE TRAILER - TRUDY - NIGHT
Do you have her?!
Trudy DOESN'T answer. She's totally focused on a clamshell
video screen connected to a fiber optic... FOLLOW THE FIBER
OPTIC...as a SWAT technician feeds it into...
INT. METH LAB, DOUBLE-WIDE TRAILER - CU: THE FLOOR - NIGHT
Where it meets the wall, a tiny hole has been drilled and we
see the 4mm diameter lens connected to the flexible fiber
optic poke through. The camera's on the floor where it meets
EXT. TRAILER PARK, DOUBLE-WIDE TRAILER - OVER TRUDY
And Trudy and we SEE in fish-eye a long-haired Nazi Low-Rider
and the bulked-out Brother with the Hefty garbage-bag apron.
Deeper in the trailer, her clothes torn, blindfolded, is Gina
with the C-4 necklace. Beyond her, the woman in the house
dress and her large, retarded son.
(into radio, to Castillo)
Have eyes on her. She's alive.
INT. METH LAB, DOUBLE-WIDE TRAILER - LONG-HAIRED NLR GUY
reacts to knock on the door.
You order Chinese?
LONG-HAIRED NLR GUY
No, but I'm starving...
Laughs, reaches for the door...
Too late. Door's opened.
EXT. DOUBLE-WIDE TRAILER - TUBBS,
holding the bag of Chinese for the Long-Haired NLR. He
rips Long-Hair through the door, down the stairs, where two
SWAT slam him into the ground. He struggles. A baton slams
twice across the back of his neck. He's out. Handcuffed,
and Tubbs and Trudy are in the interior...
INT. METH LAB, DOUBLE-WIDE TRAILER
Bulked-out Aryan has a handgun in one hand, detonator in the
other. Eyes wide. Standoff. The Old Woman in house dress
is SCREAMING... Her retarded Son sees Tubbs/Gina as a threat
to his mother...grabs butcher knife...rushes forward
PUT DOWN THE DETONATOR!
FROZEN. Aryan doesn't move. The FARQ-like necklace of C-4
around Gina's neck.
struggles against plastic ties, to hear, to see, as...
shouts, surges past bulky Aryan, heading for Tubbs...
prepares for the autistic son, not seeing behind him...
ARYAN BROTHER #3
rising from a bare mattress with an aluminum baseball bat,
coming up behind Tubbs.
WIDE - TUBBS
slips the Autistic Son, rotating his right arm around the
kid's right arm, getting slashed on the back of his forearm,
but grabbing the Son's wrist as the momentum propels him past
Tubbs, who torques the wrist back. Screaming, Son's ruined
wrist, Tubbs took the knife, and as the Aryan Brother swings
LOW ANGLE: TUBBS
ducks the bat. It dents the faux-wood paneling. Tubbs slams
the knife twice into the man's slide, doubling him up, leaving
the AB Brother to crawl, bleeding, with a 10-inch butcher
knife through his kidney into his right lung... AND Tubbs'
gun in his left hand has never moved off-target of the Aryan
brother with the detonator in his hand the whole time until
right now: he snaps a ROUND into the wounded Aryan Brother's
head. And, that fast, Tubbs' gun is back on target.
AND THE FIERCE EYES OF BULKED-OUT BROTHER
A nihilistic smile dawns there.
Shoot me, she dies. Hey, fuck it,
man. We can _all_ go.
That's not what will happen.
(that stops him)
What will happen is...
(as she's aiming her Car-
15 and slowly taking up
the slack on the
...what will happen is, I will put
a round precisely through the
medula at the base of your brain,
at an entry-point mid-distance
between your upper lip and the
bottom of your nose, and you will
be dead from the neck down. Your
finger won't be able to twitch. Do
you believe that?
BLAM. That's all he gets out. Trudy does exactly that.
Aryan Brother falls like a felled tree. Tubbs retrieves the
detonator. Trudy unties Gina. Carefully, Tubbs pulls the
sensitive remote detonator from his hands.
puts his coat over Gina. As she half leaves, turns to the
She kicks him in the head. Tubbs grabs her to pull her off.
(on radio, to Castillo)
...got Gina. She's okay.
EXT. INDIAN RIVER - CASTILLO - NIGHT
(into loud hailer)
EXT. RUSTED FREIGHTER - AB SNIPER #2
with a .50 caliber Burrows is hit about 15 times from MPD
SWAT firing from across the bridge on a down angle towards
him. MPD helicopters suddenly LIGHT up the sky.
INT. SUBURBAN - YERO
observing from a block south on the bridge sees the police
assault, raises night-vision binoculars.
YERO'S POV: HE SEES CROCKETT + ISABELLA
behind structures on the jetty. Crockett fires with the MPD
INT. SUBURBAN - YERO
pushes "send" on his satellite phone...
INT. GUAJIRA PENINSULA COMPOUND, COMMUNICATIONS CENTER -
The technicians are eating in the next room. We hear the
Isabella. The gringos are police.
She's their informant...!
INT. SUBURBAN - YERO
EXT. STREET + BRIDGE - YERO'S SUBURBAN
pulls out, racing to get away from the firefight. But
BRIGHT LIGHT freezes it...heavy rounds slam into the engine,
crack the block, stream sprays, it seizes up. Suburban
crashes into a car at the curb. Yero bails out.
EXT. SKY - HELICOPTER - TUBBS
half out of his seat, a Galil in full auto on his shoulder,
hovering above Yero and the Suburban.
Freeze! You're under arrest. Down
on your knees. Put your hands on
does none of that. Enraged, he pulls up a 9mm H+K SMG to
fire up at the helicopter
aiming down at CAM. The assault rifle unloads in three-shot
OVER TUBBS DOWN TO YERO IN THE BRIGHT LIGHT
The pavement, the car and Yero are cratered by the 7.62mm
rounds. Yero goes down. Dead.
EXT. STREET - WIDE: HELICOPTER
lands. Tubbs bails, grabbing his duffle bag and the rifle and
turns down the street towards the firefight and Crockett...
EXT. JETTY - CROCKETT
holding Isabella down, FIRES past a Toyota. It's turned into
a sieve. He tells Isabella to stay behind the engine block.
Then he ASSAULTS the ambush.
is shot in the calf, spins, goes down, gets up, limps to
cover, keeps firing.
EXT. SCRAP FREIGHTER - COLEMAN
...taking and returning FIRE from Crockett and Zito and from
his left flank from the SWAT team on the bridge...knows every
moment more he's here, more MPD assets are coming in. He
wants to finish it faster.
LOW + WIDE: COLEMAN
bails off the freighter onto the dock. DARK-HAIRED ARYAN
BROTHER with a full auto AK is with him. They move from
cover to cover, their heavy Kevlar body armor absorbing
rounds. And they attack Crockett and Zito, who are
CROCKETT + ZITO
run for cover, fire three-shot bursts, run and cover. But...
runs from cover into the clear with her handgun firing at the
crazy whites, furious at the betrayal by Yero. She's shouting
in Spanish. It's insane.
sees Isabella, moves.
sees Isabella, swings his assault rifle onto her as...
and sees Coleman because he's turned he's exposed his legs
and Crockett slows and blows Coleman's legs out from under
him. Coleman's on the ground, scrambling for his rifle to
kill Isabella. Dark-Haired NLR is pulling the trigger on
Crockett when BOOM...
fires the M40 grenade launcher loaded with shot. Dark-Haired
NLR is nearly cut in half.
CROCKETT + ZITO
FIRE at the prone Coleman. Coleman's dead.
WIDER: THE FREIGHTERS - THE FIREFIGHT
continues as other NLR battle Miami SWAT. Meanwhile...
goes to Isabella, pulls her into the shadows away from
dockside, keeping her low, seemingly away from the police.
OK, how will they get out of here?
OVER CROCKETT + ISABELLA: TUBBS
approaches from the left. Tubbs and Crockett's eyes connect.
sees his partner with this woman. The frozen moment.
Isabella doesn't understand the changed expression on Tubbs'
face. We do.
CROCKETT EYE TO EYE WITH HIS PARTNER
50 yards away. All meaning is transmitted. And Tubbs
nods...and the nod means: "get her out of here..."
As Tubbs speaks into his radio, his right arm belted where it
was slashed, heading towards the diminished firefight, now
under MPD control, as...
CROCKETT RACES ISABELLA AWAY
through the weeds and scrap, away from the firefight, away
from the freighters, AWAY FROM THE POLICE. Beyond them, we
hear the gunfight diminishing.
EXT. STREET - CROCKETT + ISABELLA
enter from the rubble-filled industrial lot. Cars have
stopped, their occupants seeking cover behind them. Crockett
hesitates not at all. He grabs a late '80's Mercedes left
with its door open. Its owner, a middle-aged man at the
curb, starts to object. Crockett raises his gun. Owner
demurs. Crockett steals away in it down the street into the
night, its lights off.
INT. MERCEDES - CROCKETT + ISABELLA
breathing. She's hyperventilating. He steadies her. Then,
Crockett sees something and she does, too.
CROCKETT'S POV: A ROADBLOCK
appears around the corner. Rearview mirror: flashing lights
on his tail. Nowhere to go. Crockett stops.
thinks this is it. She's dead. SWAT, shotguns and assault
INT. MERCEDES - CROCKETT
Touch the windshield with your
hands. Let 'em see your hands are
Don't move! Don't move! Keep your
hands where I can see them...
They do. Then the SWAT Sergeant stops...
SWAT SERGEANT (cont'd)
Yeah. Hey, Robert.
The police relax, turn away.
Are you okay?!
Yeah. Going to Miami General.
Check out Gina. Everybody's okay.
Crockett nods and drives through the roadblock. He drives
away into the night.
INT. MERCEDES - CROCKETT
does not look at Isabella. He shoots up the on-ramp onto
I-95. His eyes at the moment are world-weary and street-
wise. It's all out. All is in the open. Finally, he looks
over his right shoulder at her.
stares at him. Incredulous. For the first time she realizes
he's the police and has been undercover. And now she hits
EXT. HIGHWAY - MERCEDES
swerves across three lanes, up on two wheels, almost rolls,
cuts off a semi, which barely recovers, and spins out onto
the shoulder, off the shoulder, down into the gravel. It
comes to a stop and...
INT. MERCEDES - ISABELLA
tries to bring her .380 around. Crockett overpowers her.
Takes the gun. She slams him in the face with a closed fist.
He grabs her wrists, spins her around, pushes her at the
door, handcuffs her behind her back.
He floors the Mercedes. It spins through 270 degrees,
scattering gravel and dust, and pulls back onto the freeway,
driving out of the city, away from Miami, out, into the
INT. MERCEDES - LATER
She won't look at him. She won't reply. She's frozen,
immobile, withdrawn deep, darkly into herself.
No reply. Isabella wonders where he's taking her, what will
happen to her, but she won't ask.
EXT. TWO-LANE BLACKTOP THROUGH CYPRESS - NIGHT
Nothing. The cypress are silhouettes against a lighter mauve
sky. Engine sound. Then, the Mercedes enters and speeds
down the empty two-lane blacktop. And at the end, the trees
open up and there's the open ocean and, beyond that, the
Florida Keys. We see a house.
INT. HOUSE IN THE CYPRESS - WIDE: NIGHT
Door opens. Crockett leads Isabella in. He uncuffs her.
She rips away from his hand holding her arm. She walks to
the other end of the large room with the picture windows
overlooking the water and the jetty and a boat tied up there.
Low furniture. Sparse, it was built in the '60's. She walks
to a restroom, slams the door. Offscreen, a faucet runs.
Suddenly, the door opens. She comes out, glaring, shouting.
What are you going to do with me?
Are you taking me to jail? You
think I will turn into your
informant, is that it?
INT. MONTOYA COMPOUND, GUAJIRA PENINSULA - COLOMBIAN MILITARY
+ DEA TYPES - DAY
in stencilled body armor storm in through doors and windows.
It is a police action, an assault.
It's as if no one had ever lived there. A few papers flutter
in the breeze from the light wind entering through the open
doorways. White papers against white marble against white
walls. A profound statement of nobody is home. Wherever
Montoya is, he is not here.
INT. HOUSE IN THE CYPRESS - CROCKETT - LATE AFTERNOON
staring out the window at the narrow jetty. Isabella sits,
distantly, alone at the end.
Crockett joins her. She's withdrawn into herself.
No part of it wasn't real.
It still is. I'm so in this, I
don't know which way is up... All I
know is I won't let anything bad
happen to you.
Just like I said.
And I know we can't ever see each
other again. And we never will.
Isabella sits there for a moment. She glances at him, looks
You said time is luck...
Meaning, who can tell? There may be a time for them
Luck ran out.
This was too good to last.
He touches her hand. And she leans all her weight against
INT. CYPRESS HOUSE, BEDROOM - CROCKETT - LATER
asleep. The moonlight is silver tinged with green. Someone
else had been in the bed with him, but he is there alone,
now. Crockett wakes up. He looks around. She was there and
now she's gone.
He gets out of the bed and looks out to the ocean and the
jetty. The boat's gone. She's gone. Sonny Crockett looks
out the window.
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