Miami Vice (1984–1989): Season 5, Episode 8 - Hard Knocks - full transcript

(BIG LEAGUE PLAYING)

Yeah, it's the Bug.

No, I don't have
your money yet.

Come on, Chi Chi,
give me a break.

I'm good for it.

I just need
a little more time.

You know I am.

Please.

Just another couple of days.

Hey, girls, get your fat butts
in the right place!

MAC: Okay, Kevin, let's
show them something!



Okay, let's get split right,
motion left,

blue 52,
bang-bang pass on two.

On two, gentlemen.
Ready, quick.

They just passed
checkpoint four.

They're headed up
the Sixth Street ramp.

MAN 1 ON RADIO: This is
mobile six, we got them.

MAN 2 ON RADIO:
Looking good from Air One.
We're right on them.

(PHONE RINGS)

Mobile control.

Just ask and you shall
receive, amigo.

Let me know when
we hit town.

You got it.

(HORN HONKING)

Blue 52, blue 52, set!



Hut! Hut!

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Damn it, Kevin, think!

Cool it, Mac. You're
gonna freak him out
for the big game.

Looks like the information
was good.

Let's rock.

MAN ON RADIO:
Don't lose him, Air One.

You got it. Suspect heading
south on Blue Jay.

Uh-oh, better clean it up
back there, we got heat.

Frank, you take the boxes,
come on.

Yeah, Phil, Phil, come on!
Get the clothes out here.

(GRUNTING)

A pitchout?
What kind of lame crap?

He calls that against
State on Saturday,

they're gonna hand him
his lunch.

(GRUNTING)

Hurry!
Hurry up.

(SIREN WAILING)

(GRUNTING)

I'm cutting loose here,
amigo. Adios.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

About time he used his head
for something besides
a helmet rack.

Mac, he's AP All-American.
What more do you want?

What more do I want?

That he shouldn't end up
a cab driver!

MAC: You gotta do better
than that, Kevin!

All right, girls,
come on out!

I'm laying eight-to-five
your next phone call's
to your lawyer.

SONNY: It's just too bad
Chi Chi got away.

MARTIN: You people are
to be congratulated.

The State's been
trying to dismantle

Chi Chi Vasquez's gambling
organization for years.

I'd like to take the credit,
but somebody dropped
a dime on Chi Chi.

Any idea who the
informant was?

He hung up
too quick.

Couldn't make his name.

Who's complaining?
We got 10 of Chi Chi's
bookies.

Thousands in betting slips,
and we sent a semi to the G.

Boy, oh, boy,
from what I hear,

Saturday night's game is
really generating some action.

It's like Wall Street
out there.

You gotta be an idiot
to go with the spread.

State and six and a half
points? Give me a break.

I want everybody on this.

We've arranged low bail
for the bookies,

hoping they'll lead us
to Chi Chi.

Yeah, but a game of this
magnitude might be beyond
a local boy's resources.

Find out.

That'll be all.
Stan, can I see
you for a second?

Just heard from the
promotion review board
about your appeal.

They turned me down again,
right?

Afraid so.

They emphasized
it's not personal.
Just a lack of funds.

Not personal?

Lt'll be two more years
before I can apply again.

Two more years of sitting
in that rolling black box.

If it's a matter of money,
there's always
the credit union.

No, it's not just the money,
Lieutenant.

It's the whole damn thing.
The job.

I don't know how much longer
I can take it.

Well, if it's any consolation,
you're the best we've
ever had at what you do.

Yeah. Right.

Just picked up this place.

Guy owed me more
than he could pay.

All of a sudden,
he disappears.

(CHUCKLES)

Funny, eh?

Yeah, you run a fine
organization, Chi Chi.

My associates in New York
are very impressed.

You got it. And you
know what, Marvin?

No way would I ever,
ever sell out to you guys.

Anything you say, Chi Chi.

I just hope the cops
don't get any more of
those anonymous tips.

Hey, what you know
about that, huh?

Hey, what you know
about that, huh?

You playing telephone games
with Chi Chi or something?

You don't mess with my
business, New York!

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Coming up,
coming up.

(ALL EXCLAIM)

(ALL CHEERING)
MAN: Seven!

Thank you.

Thank you.

WOMAN: Your martini, sir.

Ma'am?
Are you in?

I need a drink. Thank you.

I may need about nine
of these, so hang close.

MAN: Here we go.

Kevin!

Hey, Stanley!

Hey, this is a friend
of my father's.

Dropped the first pass
I ever threw.

This is my girl, Valerie,
and my agent, Jerome Horowitz.

What are you doing here,
Kevin?

Aw, come on, Stan,
it's not like I'm
a virgin or anything.

I was raised in a bar,
for God's sake.

Besides, I'm only
playing the slots.

And the game of your life
on Saturday.

Oh, come on, Stan.
Chill out.

Come with us.
We'll have some fun.

I can't.

He used to be such a gas.

He probably would've
jinxed you, anyway.
Come on.

(CHATTERING)

Hey, Dom.

Hey, Hoss.
Back again?

How's my credit tonight?

Triple A.

Give me a dime.

Here you go, kid.
Lots of luck.

Right.

Nice boy.

How much he owe you?
Hundred grand.

Hey, what the hell
you want here?
What do you...

(GRUNTING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Hey, hey, Leo,
this thing's still
moving. Just kidding.

MAC: Leave her alone, Stan.

Yeah, you got
a great joint here.

The cook specializes
in food that died
of natural causes.

(IMITATES RIMSHOT)

Okay, so I'm
not a comedian.
How's business?

Nothing's changed since
you used to hang out here,

just the drunks speak in
a foreign language now.

Well, you're in
a delightful mood.
What's eating you?

You know what it is, Stan.
It's the damn kid.

I've busted my hump to
give him every opportunity
to make the big time.

Running plays with him,
practices, workouts.

I mean,
the whole nine yards.
And don't get me wrong,

it'll be worth it,
if he makes it.

But?

Well, you think he'd show
the least bit of gratitude.

Gratitude?
Kevin loves you, Mac.
Isn't that enough?

Look, it isn't my place to
talk about this with you,

but don't you think
Kevin needs a little
positive feedback?

Oh, positive feedback?
What are you, one of those
new age head shrinks?

No, but a blind man can see
you're too hard on him.

If he is headed in
the wrong direction,

it's even more important
you be supportive.

Suppor...
Hey, listen to you!

MAC: Who busted
his butt night and day
practicing with the kid?

I know that, Mac,
but it's not always
what you do.

You know something, Stan?

It took me till
now to realize it,
but you're a jerk.

Soft, full of crap.
Just like all the
rest of them.

So, someone drops a dime
on Chi Chi Vasquez.

Only one of the biggest
bookies in south Florida.

Then they whack him and
leave him in a dumpster
behind his own club.

Talk about having
a bad day.

The way we hear it,
Lieutenant,

this guy's about as popular
as a tub full of roaches.

I have talked to dealers,
pimps, business associates.

There is a list
to whack this guy.

What about competitors?

Well, that makes sense.

There's always
some fool out there

trying to knock the king
off the mountain.

Check it out.
Where's Switek?

MARTIN: Wasn't he supposed
to be working on this, too?

He's at the dentist.

Something about
filling a cavity
the size of a titlist.

What's going on with Switek?
That's the second
time this week.

I don't know.
I think he's still
bent out of shape

about not getting
that promotion.

What he needs
are some strokes.

You know, make him
feel appreciated.

I hear you.
If we get a chance,
let's have a chat with him.

(YELLING)

You're into Chi Chi Vasquez,
heavy.

Word is on the street,
he's gone on to
a better world.

You think you're
off the hook?

(GROANING)
Well, you're not.
You got the bread?

I'm trying to get it.

Same old song.
We heard that tune.

What are you gonna do?
Kill me?

Maybe you could
help yourself.

Yeah? How?

Big game Saturday.
We hear you're pretty
tight with the quarterback.

No way, I couldn't.

Couldn't?

Okay, okay.
I'll think about it.

Think hard, Stanley.
Enjoy your dinner.

What do you want?

(GRUNTING)

It ain't your autograph,
hot dog.

Hey! Get off of me! Ow!

Lose the attitude
or you're gonna eat it.

I don't have no money.

Money? We're done
talking money, honey.

You know what the man wants.

Excellent.

Rah-rah, kid.

(MAN TALKING ON TV)

We gotta talk.

I'll get back to you.

You got some stones, kid.
Bullying in like this.

Hey, Jerome,
I need cash, bad.

Not with your gambling habit.
You need a shrink.

Hey, cut the comedy, Jerome.
I'm down. 200 grand!

Well, that's tough, kid.
What am I supposed to do?

Borrow against your
future Super Bowl rings?

Oh, no, that's not
what you were saying

when you started taking me
to these clubs.

So now I'm the heavy.
I put a gun to your head.
I made you play craps?

That's not what I'm saying.
I need money.

These are not nice guys.

I know, kid,
and I wish I could
help you. I really do.

(BELL RINGS)
COMMENTATOR ON TV:
And they're off!

Bang-bang 62, bang-bang 62!

Hut! Hut!

(GRUNTING)

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

Hey, hey, break it up,
break it up.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

What are you
doing in here?
STAN: Mac, lighten up.

You ain't supposed
to be in here!

STAN: Lighten up!

What the hell's
the matter with you?

Starting a fight with
your own teammate!

You wanna know what's
the matter with me? Huh?
You wanna know?

You look in the mirror!
You punk!

No, all my life you've
pushed, pushed, pushed,
and I'm sick of it!

"Kevin, throw harder.
Kevin, run faster."

Oh, look at him,
crying like a little girl.

No, you listen to me, Pop!
You listen to me for
once in your life.

I'm sorry, all right?
I'm sorry you blew out
your knee.

Okay? I'm sorry it
ended your career,

but that doesn't
give you the right

to make me pay for it
every day of my damn life!

You got it wrong!
I made you!

MAN ON TV: With Detroit
over Boston, 107-99,

and the Lakers down Dallas,
110-100.

Now, turning to other news.

Shut it off. Boston,
six point favorites.

Bunch of old men!

It's just a game, Stan.

Just a game?
That's a stupid thing to say!

What the hell
do you know about it?

Stan, what is
wrong with you?

What's your problem, Stan?
You've been so edgy lately.

I'm sorry. I haven't
been able to sleep.

I keep hearing these voices,
people talking.

Goes around in my head
like a tape loop.

Deals going down,
who's gonna get whacked,
how much drugs they can buy.

It's stress, hon.
You've been working
way too hard.

(SCOFFS)

That's me. Good old Stan.
A regular glutton
for punishment.

I should've learnt.

You know what I am now?

Yes, I do.
You're a cop.
And a damn good one!

No, I'm not.

I'm an eavesdropper.
I spy on people.

I'm no better
than they are.

Stan, do you
want me to go?

Come here.

(SIGHS)

I'm sorry.

I want you to stay.

Okay.

(SIGHS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Yeah?

MAN: Stanley,
you got the bread?

You know, you'd better
make it right, Stan.

I told you,
I'll get the money.
I'm working on it.

Yeah, well,
get your mind right,
'cause we want that game...

Don't ask me!

... and Kevin.

I love that kid.

And his father's
a great friend.

I'd sure hate to see anything
happen to your girl, Stan.

Please.

I'll get the 75 grand,

but don't ask me to do this.

Are you there?

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

You know, I've seen
better legs out here.

(MEN EXCLAIMING)

Oh, yeah.

Hey, watch this.

(LAUGHING)

All right! I love this place.

(EXCLAIMING)

Stan, you are
a wild man.

Hey, hey, so are you,
buddy boy.

I guess you,
me and the old man,
we got all the wild genes.

My old man,
Mr. Straight and Narrow,

he never broke bad
a day in his life.

No, I don't know,
straightness has
its virtues.

Yeah? Like what?

Like nobody comes
and breaks your legs
when you owe him money.

How'd you know?

I hear things.
I'm a cop. Remember?

Oh, Kevin, Kevin, Kevin,
how did you get into
this mess?

I don't know, Stan.

Jerome, I guess,

he started taking me
to those nightclubs,
the after-hours joints.

It was exciting.

Well, you know
what it's like.

Yeah. I know what it's like.

So it was your agent
who turned you out?

Oh, no, it wasn't
like that.

It was just fun, you know,
fun that was out of control.

Jerome knows people.

How much you out?

Two hundred grand.

These guys you owe,
they're bad news.

You know them?
Then bust them, Stan!

Nah, it wouldn't help.

They'll still collect.

I only see one way
out of this.

Well, what can I do?

You're gonna have to
throw the game.

Throw it all away.
Give it all up.

According to lzzy,
Vasquez was being
courted by a suitor

with heavyweight
connections up north.

Somewhat of a
storybook romance.

This suitor
have a name?

Yeah. Marv Goodman.

According to NYPD,
he's an underboss
for the Capiletti family.

He oversees their
gambling operations.

Yeah, he comes on like a...
an investment banker,

except he's got this
cute little twist,

he likes to
close all his deals
with a little muscle.

Now, apparently, Chi Chi
hurt Marv's feelings

by not taking him up
on his offer to merge.

Oh, yeah,
he's very sensitive.

He retaliated by sticking
a blade in Vasquez's
soft little stomach.

Let's stake out Goodman.

Yeah, well, we
haven't been able
to locate him yet.

He's keeping
a very low profile.

But we will.

Hey, Counselor,
you want some lunch?

Here, try the scallops.
My chef had them flown
in from the Bahamas.

They're a very, very
succulent kind of a thing.

I didn't come for lunch.

I came to talk about
Kevin Mulhern.

I feel lousy setting
the kid up like that.

You don't see his kind
of talent every day.

WOMAN ON TAPE:
... the last demographic
report in front of you.

We seem to be losing
the woman's audience.

MAN 1 ON TAPE: I can't believe
you're doing this to me.

MAN 2: Listen,
this is wrong...
MAN 1: This has been
going on for two years.

HOROWITZ: I don't know if
we can count on the kid.
He's full of pride.

GOODMAN: He'll see it our way.
You can bet on it.

So, Horowitz,
is your conscience
really bothering you?

Or are you bucking for
a bigger retainer? Huh?

It's funny how people
get principles after
they get their money.

Come on,
have some wine.

Come on, maybe it'll put
things in perspective.

Go ahead.

HOROWITZ: I just hope
the kid's a team player.

Oh, man.

(MEN CHATTERING)

(CHATTERING)

Okay, guys. I'm up.

(GRUNTING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Hey!

Last call.

Stan! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Stan! Stan!

Sonny.
Hey, hey, how are you,
big boy?

Okay.

You wanna go
over to my place
and have a drink?

Sure. What do you
got over there?

I got plenty of
furniture for you
to beat up. Let's go.

STAN: Rico.

RICO: How are you doing?
SONNY: Thank you, thank you.

You wanna tell us
what's going on?

Nothing. I got drunk,
that's all.

This is not
a one-time thing, Stan.

We've been watching you.

Something's eating your gut.
You wanna talk about it?

It's Holly, man.

That's it?

It's just about Holly?

Yeah, you know
how chicks get
about marriage.

They make life hell.

That doesn't seem
like such a bad thing.

I mean, Holly's a great lady.

Yeah, but you haven't
lived with her.

That's amazing, man.

You know, I just don't
get that from her.

I mean, that doesn't...

She doesn't come across
that way.

In fact,
she's waiting for you,

right now,
over at her place.

So, I'll call her when
I feel like it, okay?

I mean, what the hell do
you guys know about it?

You haven't lived with her.

You asked me
what's bothering
me, so I told you!

So butt out!

(GRUNTS)

Enjoy the ride, sport.

I thought it was time
you and I finally met,
Mr. Switek.

Who is it?

Doom.

(CHUCKLES)

Here. Hair of the dog.
Have one on me.

You're the Man.

Yeah, that's right.
I'm the Man.

And you, Mr. Switek,
are a very serious gambler.

Poker, football.
You're very serious,
but you never win.

So consequently,
you owe me a lot of money.

Look, I tried
to talk to Kevin.
He wouldn't listen.

Yeah, I know, that's what
his old man said, too.

Mac? What'd you do to Mac?

Nothing. Yet.

You know, you guys ought
to be feeding him lunch.

If you lay a hand on him...
Hey, shut up! Shut up!
You sick degenerate.

You owe me a lot of money.
And you do not goof on me.

Now, unless Junior swallows
a few passes on game day,

you and a washed-up
quarterback

are gonna end up
a couple of channel-markers.

You understand?

(DOOR CLOSES)

Kevin, we gotta talk.

Stay away from me, Stan.
Listen to me, Kevin.

I said take a hike,
and I ain't gonna
say it twice.

There's something
you don't understand.
No!

I ain't gonna throw
the game. Never!

You don't have a choice.
They grabbed your father.

MAN ON TV: All right,
the South Central Ramblers

break the huddle up
to the line of scrimmage.

They lead 7-0.

As Henning
settles under center,
marking those seconds.

Long count.
Now he's back to pass.

What's the matter
with this kid?

Come on,
play some football!

(MAN CHATTERING ON TV)

Hey. None of my
business, Stan.

I mean, you got the blues,
that's cool with me.

Just do me a favor,
don't bust up the place.

MAN ON TV:
... by Kevin Mulhern.

He's been intercepted twice,
the second interception

setting up this latest drive
by South Central.

Kevin Mulhern brings the team
to the line of scrimmage.

Give to the tailback,
he's nailed behind
the line of scrimmage.

Loss of three yards
on the play,

it'll be second down and 13.

The state university
trailing in this ballgame
by a count of 7-0,

the Ramblers scoring
on a 49-yard touchdown...

What are you doing here?

Where is he?
What? Who?

I don't know.
You're lying!

Goodman would kill me!

You see Goodman around?
Where's Mac?

I asked you a question!

All right! All right!
They got him at Chi Chi's.

You're crazy.
You can't go there.

Right on A, wrong on B,
Counselor.

You show up there,
Goodman'll kill me!

He'll know it was me!

(GUN FIRING)

(GUN FIRING)

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

STAN: Sonny, they got
the kid's father at
Chi Chi's Club.

I'm going in to get him.

Stan, you listen to me.
You're not to try and
take these guys alone.

You understand me?
We're on our way.

There's no time.
Come get the bodies, guys.

Stan!

MAN ON TV: And another
big sack on Kevin Mulhern.
That's the third today.

Manny, go get sandwiches,
come on.

What're you doing here,
Mr. Goodman?

I figured you'd be watching
the game on your yacht.

Well, it's one thing
to watch a football
game on TV.

But to watch him
watch his son throw it,
now there's an afternoon.

That's what I like
about you, Mr. Goodman.
You're a real competitor.

(GLASS CLINKING)

What the hell was that?
Get the lights!

Lights!

Looks like some of
Stan's handiwork.

Freeze! Miami Vice!

(GUN FIRING)

Mac.

Mac.

Hold it, Goodman. Police!

You're a cop?
Oh, that's cute.

But you're not
gonna bust me,

'cause I know all
your little secrets.

What happened?

He reached for a gun.

How the hell did you
find me, Stan?

Yeah, how'd you know
they were here?

I put a bug on Horowitz.
He was in on all this.

You put a bug on him
without a court order?

STAN: They were gonna kill
Mac. There was no time.

What else was I
supposed to do?

(CROWD CHEERING)

All right,
they got lucky that half,
but this one belongs to us.

Let's show them
what we worked for.
Let's go get them.

ALL: Yeah!

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

You're benched, Mulhern.
I gotta do it.

You just...
You don't have it today.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Hey, Coach.

Hey, Stan.

Hey, nice job out there
today, Kevin, huh?

You're gonna make them
forget Joe Willie yet.

Yeah, from what I hear,
I'm not the only one that
pulled it out of the fire.

Why'd you do it?

You're gonna be on
probation for a while.

Yeah, I know.
If I play ball
with the D.A.

Hey, Stan, you don't
want to talk about it,
that's cool.

But I want you to know
they're not gonna get
your name from me.

Okay.
I owe you that.

All right.

Believe me, Kevin,
I'm gonna beat this thing.

How about you?
You make the call yet?

Yeah.

My first meeting's
tomorrow night.

Gamblers Anonymous.

I mean, who would
have ever thought

a high school
acey-deucy game

would have led me
to this?

That's great.

Hey, Stan, why don't
you come with me?

I can't, kid.

I got a lot of loose ends
I gotta tie up.

Maybe next time,
though, okay?

Yeah. Next time.

(SIGHS)

How you doing?

I'm okay.

You want some pizza?

No. No, thanks.

I just came by to see
if you were okay.

Yeah. I'm fine, no problem.

You did a hell
of a job today.

When I heard they had Mac...

He's like family.

Yeah.

I found it on
Goodman's body.

Your name's all over it.

I'm a good cop, Sonny.

I believe that, Stan.

Look, you're the only
one who really knows

what went on here.

And I guess you'll have
to live with that.

I don't know, Sonny.

We'll help you, Stan.

Hell, we're your partners.

(SOBBING)