Miami Vice (1984–1989): Season 2, Episode 19 - Payback - full transcript

Crockett goes undercover to take down Mario Fuente (Zappa), a dealer of 'weasel dust'.

Crockett.

Vice, Miami.

(Top Notch Television)

I put in 70 miles
of driving...

for this
little t?te-?-t?te, Maroto.

So you better not be
wasting my time.

It's no waste,
Crockett.

I got something
I want to share.

You got something
to spill, spill it.

If it's any good...

maybe some milk-kneed judge
will cut your time.



But I wouldn't
bet my life on it.

You one tough cop.

It takes a tough cop
to bust me, Crockett.

You got 30 seconds
before I walk out of here.

Now what did you
want me for?

Payback.

We find out
how tough you are.

No!

Officer Sonny Crockett, please.

Hold on a minute,
I'll check.

Off. Crockett's out
on a field assignment.

If you'd like
to leave a message,
I can see that he gets it.

Yes.

It's very important
he gets it.



Sounds to me
like your man, Maroto...

should have been
in a psycho ward,
instead of in the joint.

It was a nothing bust,
Rico.

A couple of summers ago,
I'm running a line
down at the yacht club.

In walks Joe Palooka,
says he wants
to move some crack.

PS, three days later,
I bust him with five keys
of party favors.

It doesn't
make sense.

A guy serves 14 months
on an 8-year rap and then
blows his brains out.

Sense ain't got nothing
to do with it.

Freaky is what it is.

What?

You spend a couple of hours
combing some guy's brains
out of your hair...

see what it does to you.

Which one's Reydolfo?

The goofy-looking one
in the yellow shirt.

He's Mario Fuente's
Secretary of State.

The only way we're going
to get out to see Fuente...

is if this clown gives us
a diplomatic passport.

Do you think
it's true that...

Fuente never
steps foot on land?

Just lives out there
on the boat?

I've never seen him
at Hef's parties.

Hello, Reuben,
nice fish.

Hi, Burnett.
I got a beauty this time, huh?

Yeah. Who'd you use
for bait?

An illegal alien.

Reuben Reydolfo,
this is Rico Cooper.

The pleasure's
all mine.

Hello, ladies.

Cubano, eh?

A citizen
of the State
of Free Enterprise.

I'm looking forward to doing
much business with you.

What kind of weight
we talking, Cuba?

Maybe 80 keys
to start.

Everything goes well,
maybe a 100 keys a month.

100 keys a month?
Every month.

That's heavy traffic, Cuba.
You can handle it, huh?

No problem, man.

Okay. This is
the way it works:

Everything is on the boat.
You bring the money
to the boat...

that's where
you get the dope.

Never any exception.

Yeah, we know how it works.
When do we meet Fuente?

Fuente no talk to you.

Come on now, Reuben!

It was understood that
when we set the deal, we would
set it directly with Fuente.

That way, everybody would
know where they stand.
Now, come on!

No middleman.
Middlemen make mistakes.

You know, my last shark
had two arms...

and a leg.
Fantastic.

Good.

The words from my mouth,
they come from Fuente's.

You don't have to see the man.

And you don't have
to breathe his air.

Don't worry, ain't nobody
gonna make no mistake.

That's what
the last clown said...

but I almost got
my head handed to me...

by a DEA agent
with an M16, all right?

Okay, you can take
this deal back to you
to Cuba.

I have no time
to waste with you.

Unless, of course,
we go fishing sometime, eh?

Still no luck on Fuente?
It'd be easier to have lunch
with the Pope.

Metro-Dade just sent
these over. No name,
just a number.

Crockett, Tubbs.

"Off. Sonny Crockett,
please call."
On my way.

The same.

The same. Must be
your girlfriend, Switey.

That's extremely humorous.

Well, I think it would be
a lot funnier if you still
had a girlfriend.

Kevin Cates,
this is Earle Hodges.

Sonny Crockett.

Heard a lot about you guys,
great arrest records.

Ricardo Tubbs.
Nice to meet you, Tubbs.

Look, here's the deal,
fellows, I'm DEA
out of New Orleans.

We got a slight
problem over there,
name of Mario Fuente.

What a coincidence.

We got a problem
down here with a guy
of the same name.

You wouldn't be figuring
on doing anything
about it, would you?

Yeah, well
we'd like to!

But when you're
talking Fuente, you're
talking Mr. Safe.

He sits out there
on the ocean...

in one
of the biggest yachts
you've ever seen.

That's where he makes
all of his trades.

Just him, the dope,
and the buyer.

The first hint of trouble,
he dumps.

All the little fishes
get frozen noses.

Yeah, well, so we figure
the only way...

to bust this guy
is face to face.

But, we can't get
an appointment with him.
No one can.

We're talking about
the Howard Hughes of dealers.

I think we can
help you out there.

What do you think,
Lieutenant?

We help them out
on that one?

We've been on this
for three months...

got nothing.

Cates is going
to join up with you.

You're kidding.

No. Cates is
South Beach Vice.

He'll be able to help
hook you up with a certain...

Reuben Reydolfo.

Mr. Reydolfo is
Mr. Fuente's right-hand--

Yeah, we know
who he is, all right.

Thanks a lot, fellas, but I
think we can handle this one.

No offense, but I don't think
this is going to work out,
compatibility-wise.

It's settled.

I'll be calling you,
Lieutenant.

I appreciate
your cooperation.

Maybe you're right, Rico.

After 12 years
in this business...

maybe I'm developing
a nose-cooler's paranoia.

No problem, man.

A little R and R...

and everything
will be cool running.

Man, just once I'd like
to know what it's like
when a lady asks my name...

to tell her Crockett
and not Sonny Burnett.

Hey, if she gets
to that point, buddy,
you'd better leave the job.

Did you find
the little boy's room
all right there, South Beach?

We have bathrooms
in South Beach, too, Sonny.

No.
Not too many, but a few.

Once I even took
a flight all the way
to Detroit by myself.

No kidding.

Tell me something,
Cates.

What are you going to do
for us that we haven't
already done for ourselves?

I can get you
past Reydolfo.

With what? An AK-47?

As far as he knows,
my name is Lou Carlin.

He thinks I'm a player,
just like you guys.

Just like us.

You like that?

Well
you'! re the guys
who've been striking out.

I'm the guy they sent in
to get you back
up to the plate.

You can't argue
with the truth.

I'm a cop.

I know how you guys
feel right now.

I'm not here
to get in your way.

This is your town,
these are your people.

I'll play this thing
any way you want to.

Forget about it, man.

If it's the three of us,
it's the three of us.

But right now,
I'm going to pull the plug.
It's been a rough week.

Sonny.

I'm real pleased
to be working with you.

No, I haven't found him yet.

He hasn't returned my calls.

I don't think
he's in the book.

All right.

Hello? May I speak
with Sonny Crockett, please.

No. Is he a relative?

I don't think
I have any ties.

Are you sure?
I don't know, I'll look.

Wait here.

Sonny?
Stay on deck!!

Yeah?

Share the wealth, Crockett.

What are you talking about?

Share the wealth.

Whoa!

Hey, you're wired.

Here's the deal.

We get back last night,
this place is turned
upside down.

And I got a little note
scrawled on the chart
down below.

"Where's the money,
Crockett?"

Money? What money?

Tubbs. They used my name.

To all the low-lives
and joy riders
around here...

I'm Burnett.

To blow
the weirdness meter
right off the dial...

I'm getting calls
since 3:00 a.m.
this morning.

"Share the wealth,
Crockett," he says.

Some breather bozo,
"Share the wealth."

Who would know
your real name?

How the hell
should I know?

I have 100 little scum-balls
who've seen me make collars
over the years.

The social debris
of our fair city.
Hell, I don't know.

What, have I lost my mind?

I'm going
to feed you breakfast?

As a watch-gator,
you'd make a
good pair of shoes.

This is no good, Sonny.

I think you ought to call
Castillo and have him
pull you off the boat.

No way, pal!
I was in this cover
and on this boat...

when you were
still in the Bronx
pounding the pavement.

And if you think
I'm going to give up
a good cover...

just because
of some...

wise guy
making phone calls...

and leaving
funny little notes,
you're--

Burnett.

Yeah.

Oh, really?

Uh-huh.

Okay, we'll be there.

That was Cates.

Mr. Big Time says he's got
a meet on with Reydolfo.
I'll get ready.

You know, since that
loony tune you put away
did his little floor show...

you've been acting
real rough
around the edges, man.

Rico, save it, all right?
Hey, Sonny.

I can see it
from here.

You gotta lighten up.

In our business
we can't afford...

to have our mind
on anything else.

You know,
it's kind of weird...

watching somebody else
play our hand.

Love the table, toots.

Maybe next time you could
put us a little closer
to the men's room, huh?

Maybe I will get rid
of my boat, Rico.

The off-the-rack look
seems to be in this year.

I'll be damned.

This guy is getting
on my nerves.
Be cool.

Mr. Reydolfo,
we meet again.

Sonny, it's been
a long time, pal.

Really? Seems like
just this morning.

So you guys want
to do business, huh?

Maybe we
do something. Maybe.

But not for a 100 keys
a month. That would not be
worth Mr. Fuente's efforts.

What did you
have in mind?

Quarter ton blocks,
230 keys, 25,000 a key.

With an as yet
to be negotiated...

penalty price
if you are ever late.

For time,
trouble.

So how about it, Cuba?

Can you handle
the weight?

The question is...

do you have the boats
to move it, man?

Listen, pal...

I can outrun anything
in Fidel's fleet.

There's still
the matter of Fuente.

We'd like to
shake his hand, right?

No problem, Burnett.
No problem.

You just show up there
this afternoon,
we close the deal.

You know
my friend Lou, here.

He tells me you're not
such a big slime
like I think you are.

What does he know?

You know, you should get
a better table next time.

That small table
makes you look small time.

Take care, Sonny.

I'll look you up sometime.

I mean,
he made it look so easy.

"Sit down, have a drink.
You want to meet Fuente?
No problem."

Three months we've been
working on this case.

Cates comes in, boom.

It's like scoring
bad acid at Woodstock.

That meeting on Fuente
is in five minutes.

Hey, Zito,
maybe you can do us a favor.

I'm flat broke till payday.

No, man.

Maybe you can ask Cates
to give us a couple of
pointers on undercover work.

Maybe steer us
in the right direction.

Well...

the way I figure it,
Fuente is like
a lid on a jar...

that's screwed
too tight.

And you guys
worked real hard...

on that lid
for three months.

Cates comes along,
makes the final twist.

That's a nice way
of looking at it.

Thanks, Larry.
Sonny.

I'm getting some more
messages for you
from Metro-Date.

Same ones.
You want me to--

Crockett.

My office, alone.

Later, Gina.

Gina.

What's up, Lieutenant?

Internal Affairs
wants to see you
right away.

For what?

Don't keep them waiting.

I guess they must have
gone to lunch, huh?

Ah, what the hell...

If they want me to take
half a day on the city,
it's okay with me.

I've been here
better than 20 minutes...

and you were here before me.

What did they have you do,
sleep here last night?

It's hotter than hell
in here.

Damn, it's like an oven.

Why aren't you sweating?

I'm talking to you, pal.

Maybe I don't have
any reason to sweat.

Maybe you do.

Maybe I'm not
going to play this game!

What about
a long-range transponder?

So if they take him somewhere,
we'll know where to look.

I don't think
we can use a wire.

It's just a meeting
for talk.

It's not worth the risk...

unless you're sure
you're going to be putting
Fuente together with the dope.

Are you going
to the meet?

I'd love to but I have
a dentist appointment
I'd rather go to.

Hey, I'm out of this.
I did my part.

I got you guys
past Reydolfo.

Anything goes wrong, I got to
protect my credibility.

You're out there
on your own.
Be careful.

Hey, Crockett,
you bust this guy...

I'm putting you in charge
of making sure the papers
spell my name right.

Is that Cates or Carlin?

Cates or Carlin, that's funny.

I had an interesting
conversation today.

I found Off. Crockett.

I'll come out.

I want to see your face
when you hear this.

Mr. Fuente,
I wait a long time
for this pleasure.

Let's get
down to business...

and we'll get the hell
out of Dodge.

I once had
a trusted employee...

a man named Maroto...

who was moving
some weasel dust for me.

He, too,
was in a hurry.

After years
of faithful service...

he hurried away
with 3 million
of my favorite dollars.

Can I offer you
something to eat?
Some wine?

Let's get to it.

I know Maroto has my money.

He disappears for a while,
then he pops up...

he's arrested.

They send him
to prison.

Now we get
to the big surprise.

One day, my man, Maroto...

sends for the police officer
who arrested him.

They talk briefly
and then, guess what?

Maroto kills himself.
You know what I think?

I think Maroto told the cop
about my money.

So I look everywhere
for this slime-ball cop.

His name is Crockett.

Then I found something out.

A bigger surprise.

There's a guy,
his name is Burnett.

A two-bit player
looking to get into
the weasel dust industry.

I found out
that Burnett and Crockett
are the same guy.

I want my $3 million,
Crockett. It's mine.

Where do you think
you're taking me?
You've got nothing on me.

$3 million is
a lot of money, Crockett.

I don't have
your money.

He's right.
We can't
take him in.

No, but we can
throw him in.

Time for a swim, pal.

This is great.

Perfect.

We got Fuente moving
1,000 keys of dope...

through Miami
every month...

and you clowns
are after me?

Did you know this guy
was Internal Affairs?

Yes.

We've got records
from Metro-Dade
show you received...

a number
of anonymous messages
from the Fuente organization.

I got a news flash
for you, pal.

Fuente wanted
to find me.

He didn't know
that Crockett and Burnett
were the same person.

This is beautiful.

I got Fuente's people
after me. I got my
own people watching me.

What the hell
is going on here, man?

No wonder I felt like
I was being watched.
I was being watched!

You blame us, Crockett?

Over a year
of playing tough guy...

suddenly Maroto feels
like a visitor: you.

When I busted Maroto...

he was
just another dirtbag...

looking to put together
a dirtbag deal.

I had no idea
he had anything
on Fuente!

I never heard
of the $3 million!
I believe you, Sonny.

This is beautiful.
What is this?

A vote of confidence
from another IA mole?

I'm DEA.

I've been working Fuente since
before you busted Maroto.

When word came up that
you and Maroto got together,
they sent me in.

He doesn't need
your pedigree, Cates.

Now, I figure Maroto
for classic machismo.

More than likely he fell
in love with the one guy
who took him down.

That's enough.

I'm not finished yet.
Yes, you are.

You want to talk to one of my personnel,
you go through the proper channels.

All right.

Or maybe $3 million's
enough to share.

Crockett.

Can you wait outside?

Thank you.

Sonny,
I'd like to talk to you.

You fed us to Fuente
for a bogus IA investigation.

You compromised us!

There's still a way, Crockett.
You want to hear it?

I'm so clumsy.

I keep falling down
for no reason.

Fuente thinks
you got his money.

If you do,
you're a dirty cop
and if you're dirty...

then maybe 3 mil
isn't enough.

You want to
pick this up a little?

We tell him
you got the money...

but you don't want
to settle...

for a finder's fee.

You want to trade it
back to him.

3 mil for 50 keys
of pharmaceutical-quality
cocaine.

That way, he gets
half his money back...

and you can turn
the keys...

realize a considerable profit.

He's out
the cost of the dope,
you're out half the cash...

but everybody's
got something.
Everybody's happy.

It's crazy.

It's a crazy business.

Fuente knows
that Crockett's a cop.

Good or bad,
it doesn't matter.

Fuente has animals out there
that pick their teeth
with cop's badges.

It's a way to go.

It's too dangerous.

I think you're clean,
Crockett.

But there's still 3 million
cash out there, and a lot
of people think you got it.

Of course,
it could just turn up.

I talked to the DEA.

I asked them to send
everything they had
on Fuente and Maroto.

Maybe something
will point to the money.

I gave Cates
a pretty good shot.

He's a rock.
Yeah, I checked him out.

18 years on the job,
almost everything
in the field, you know.

Wounded twice,
seven commendations,
and four busted marriages.

My kind of guy.

Hey, look, Enrico.

They think
I got the money.
Come on, Sonny.

You keep talking like that...

you're going
to make yourself
into a head case.

Maroto meant
what he said,
didn't he?

Forget about it.

He put it on me, man.

He knew
what he was doing.

He knew
everybody would think
I had the money.

Payback, man.

Payback.

You let Cates
and Internal Affairs...

come in on me.

That's my job.

Yeah.

You had a responsibility
to the unit.

Yes.

I need to know, Martin.

What did you think?

It's not what I think,
it's what I know.

I know you're a good cop.

I got to have Fuente.

If I get him...

I'm out from under
this thing, Marty.

He's yours.

You got guts, man,
coming here.

Cut the small talk.
Let's dance.

You want to give
the money back?
We take it.

If you're lucky,
Fuente will let you live.

Maybe he even
throw in a finder's fee...

a new Camaro
or something.

Let's not get off
on the wrong foot here, guys.

I think
we can find
the common ground.

He came to me
and I think he's sincere.

That's what
you said before, Lou.

That's why I'm sitting here,
so I don't have to
look like a jerk.

Here's what
we're talking about.

I got 3 mil.

Fuente wants it back?

I'll trade him
for a 100 pounds
of Bolivian marching dust.

Are you crazy, man?

That's his money
to begin with.

Possession's nine-tenths
of the law.

He will kill you
just for saying
these things.

I've heard
of worse deals.

Fuente loses the cost
of the dope, but he gets
his money back.

You are getting
something from this.
I know it.

A crummy 15%.
What's wrong
with that?

It's not
just the money.

Fuente gives me his word
that somebody's not going
to sneak up behind me...

and put a bullet
in the back of my head.

No word, no deal.

And I get Fuente's word
face to face.

Sure.

Sure, he give you his word.
He tell you whatever
you want to hear.

I think we can
do business on this.

Why don't you
take off now, Sonny?

Reuben and I can work out
the details.
Good.

But you'd better
get back to me,
before the money's gone.

With my lifestyle,
I could blow a million
in a weekend.

Just like before,
we got to create a situation
where the dope...

and Fuente are on the boat
at the same time.

Now this first trip out.
It'll be just to
talk to each other.

Tell each other
there's no hard feelings.

Blah, blah, blah, blah.

Maybe there are
hard feelings.

Maybe Fuente puts a bullet
in your chest and just
dumps you over the side.

Not without the money,
he won't.

What if they want to see
the money?
I took care of that.

They don't expect
to see it because
I told them Crockett...

wouldn't flash
until he was sure
he had a deal.

If it goes that far, I can
squeeze some funds out of DEA.

What about a wire?

I wouldn't get five feet.

Cates would.

Sure.

Whatever goes on
out there today,
I want it heard.

That's it.

You got the wire
on him?
Yeah, I got it.

Thanks, guys.

This is suicide.

Tell me another way.

Well, how do I look?

Like you just stepped off
a catalog closeout.

What would you do
with $3 million?

Wow.

I guess I'd put
a big chunk
into the Statue of Liberty...

and settle down
in a nice place
in the back of Staten Island.

Probably give some
to your partner.

Everything you wanted
to know...

on Mario Fuente,
Jesus Maroto,
by the FBI.

Yeah. What about
a girlfriend?

Yeah, I'll hold.

These are my files.
And a DEA file
on Mario Fuente.

Get ready girls.
Showtime.

Ow.

We're on?
Yeah.

You know the drill.

Pal, I wrote the drill.

I can search you here
in front of your neighbors
or down below.

Whatever you wish.
Let's use my boat.

"As witnessed by...."

Cates.

What happened?
We lost him.

You don't really think
I'd be dumb enough
to wear a wire, do you?

In Miami
anything' is possible.

Cates was on Fuente's yacht...

the day that Maroto
walked off with the cash.

He had to know.

He told me and Crockett...

he didn't know anything
about the money...

until Internal Affairs
called him in on it.

So I called Internal Affairs.

He called them
and volunteered.

Cates knew where Maroto
hid the money.

He took it himself.
Exactly.

He'll want you
to do it, Crockett.

Hey, it's too bad
you're a cop.

Thanks for the vote
of confidence.

Go down below
and get me a beer, huh?

Who was your maid
this time last year, pal?

It was all a setup.

You set me up
from the beginning.

Not Maroto's wanting
to see you. Not what he did.

When I heard about it,
that's when I did the rest.

You know
what you did to me?

You know
what you put me through?

Do you know what this job
did to me?

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

I just wanted to sit
and rest, Crockett.

That's all I wanted.

They still want the money.

They're going to be
coming after you.

You ain't got
nothing now.

I'm sorry, Sonny.

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