- (Slide Projector Clicking)
- Liam Neeson: From Easter Sunday, 1916,
To the hunger strikers
in the Maze Prison in 1981,
and even to today,
- the history of Northern Ireland is a tale of tears and heartbreak.
- (John Lennon: Imagine)
Generation after generation
of Catholics...
have been used as little more
than beasts of burden
by their Protestant masters.
And ladies and gentlemen,
the world has averted its eyes.
Your newspapers,
your politicians...
they all cry out against
the apartheid system
in South Africa,
the Russian invasion of Afghanistan.
But I want to tell
you good people something.
The most blatant example
of colonialism in the world today...
is the heel of the British government
on the throats of the Catholic people
of Northern Ireland.
Our finest... and our best...
young men, young women...
are being cut down in their prime
by b*ll*ts...
the b*ll*ts of an occupying army.
Major w*apon deal, my butt.
We'll be lucky to get
a bingo bust outta this.
- I'm gonna rip Izzy's head off.
- Yeah?
Well, get our Ben Franklin back
before you do.
*Gate Rattles*
(Liam Neeson)
Father Gaffney, thank you
for allowing me to speak tonight.
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen,
for coming,
uh, for showing your concern.
Please give generously.
I know you will.
Have a safe journey home.
God bless.
Mr. Carroon.
- Mmm. Father. Sean, please.
- Sean.
- You know, we've heard all the rumors.
- Oh, I know. I know, Father.
But this money won't buy blankets
but b*ll*ts.
It's happened, Father.
I can't deny that.
But those days are over...
for me and for many, many others.
There's been too much blood,
too many widows.
The sh**ting hasn't stopped.
It will, and it must.
Fighting the British army in the streets
with v*olence is hopeless.
g*ns and r*fles
against tanks and machine g*ns.
I expected something different.
What? A wild man with a shillelagh
screaming "Death to the Queen!"
or something?
Yeah.
(Chuckles)
Something like that.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Come on now. Come on.
Who needs a pen?
You show me your check.
I'll match it dollar for dollar.
(Continues On Headphones)
Hey, it might be warm here,
but those kids in Belfast
need winter coats.
- (g*nshots)
- (People Screaming)
This is God's house.
Sean Carroon!
You know why I'm here.
(Gina)
Drop the g*n! Now!
He's just a kid.
(Castillo)
Tell me about the sh**t.
Well, there's no I.D., no labels...
and no serial numbers on the U*i.
We sent his prints to Interpol
in both Irelands.
- You were there for weapons.
- I don't think anybody else was.
I checked with Father Gaffney.
Everyone was from the parish.
(Switek)
Izzy gave us a whole song and dance
on heavy-duty m*llitary stuff.
Don't tell me
you listened to Izzy?
Yeah. And I'm gonna turn
that little squirrel's glasses...
into little teeny contact lenses.
Just doesn't make any sense.
Carroon was real adamant.
He said the v*olence hasn't worked.
Maybe he knows something
he shouldn't.
Like what?
Well, if Carroon knew about
future Provo operations
and he's turned peaceful,
they'd wanna make sure
that he doesn't talk,
wouldn't they?
(Sighs)
Where's Carroon staying?
A guy named Bunny Berrigan's house...
big bucks, professional Irishman.
Talk to both of them.
I don't want an I.R.A. vendetta here.
We've got a sh**t,
and we've got a g*n too.
Assume that they're connected
unless you can prove otherwise.
(Castillo)
You're on the beach.
I can work from my desk.
Not until I get the report
back from the sh**ting team.
Go home.
- What's wrong?
- Castillo's sending me home.
- (Phone Rings)
- Need backup?
- Bad joke.
- (Switek) Gina.
They're transferring a call from Metro.
Calabrese. (Yummy Salami)
No, I know where it is.
No, I can meet you there.
Yeah, 1:00's fine. Bye.
Sean Carroon.
He wants to thank me
for saving his life.
Nice looking?
Maybe he's got a friend.
Yeah. Sean was staying here,
but he moved out this morning.
He felt that his presence here
might represent a...
a thr*at to me or my family.
I tried to tell him
that was ridiculous,
but I guess he had
his mind made up.
Do you have any idea
why they'd want
to k*ll him?
I know why.
When Sean turned his back
on v*olence,
the Provos gave him a death sentence.
You know where
Mr. Carroon is now?
Yeah.
I got him a suite at the beach.
Come on. Let's go. This way.
Come on. Let's go.
Captain Call, this way.
Eh, Gus?
Let's go. Gene, no. Let's go, eh?
Not in the store. Not in the store.
You have no money.
No shoplifting. Come on.
Let's go. Come on.
Down this way. Ha!
This way. Come on.
Come on, Captain Call.
Come on. Let's go.
Let's go. Come on.
Crockett, Tubbs!
Que tal? Eh?
So tell me, Iz, are you
into animal husbandry
these days, or what?
What, is that some kind
of sexual referral, huh?
Because these are all males.
Estos perros son muy machos.
It's, uh, Gus there
and Captain Call, uh...
They're from my uncle's
racing kennel.
Ferraris... four-legged ones, huh?
A small misunderstanding
at the track...
necessitates me
temporarily boarding...
these "magneeficent esamples"
of, uh, genetic domineering.
So tell me something.
Who's gonna look after...
these "magneeficent esamples"
of genetic domineering
when you're at the honor ranch?
No, no, no, no.
This is all legal, man.
All these dogs got licenses.
(Asking Spanish)
You got a license to sell false information
to Switek and Zito?
They'd like their C-note back.
What's the problem, huh?
Read the papers.
g*ns showed up.
g*ns sh**ting, man.
Not g*ns running.
g*ns sh**ting.
Hey, I gotta tell you, man.
I was just as surprised
as you were, you know?
- Because usually this is an impeccable source.
- Whose name is?
I ain't sure "jou" realize...
And I ain't sure "jou" realize
that if you don't cough it up,
you're going in, bucko.
As I was saying,
I ain't sure you realize...
that Max Klizer,
as an old acquaintance,
would very much like to have relation
with his old pal, Sonny "Burnet".
Max Klizer the g*n dealer?
If he's involved, we're talking
more than popguns.
You'd better see Switek
and Zito, butch.
Butch?
You've got three sisters,
two brothers?
(Laughs)
Pretty big, isn't it?
I guess it never felt that big
because all my aunts and uncles
had more kids.
- They weren't Catholic, I suppose?
- Hmm.
I thought all teachers were nuns
until I was 12.
What about you?
Brothers and sisters?
I've got three sisters.
I had two brothers.
One was k*lled by the British.
The other one d*ed
in the Maze hunger strike
back in '81.
- Sorry.
- So am I.
I thought last night
was my turn. Madam.
You didn't seem afraid.
Afraid?
(Exhales)
Well, when it's time, it's time.
I mean, don't get me wrong. (Scoffs)
I'm glad it wasn't.
What... What you did last night,
I can't repay that. You know that.
I was just doing my job.
I only wish there had been
a better way to handle it.
(Neeson)
You don't look like the coppers
I'm used to. That's for sure.
How did you end up with a badge?
I just wanted to do something
where I could help people.
I never thought I'd be k*lling kids.
Hey, come on.
If you hadn't, I wouldn't be here.
But, I mean, what do you do? What do you do exactly?
Same thing all cops do.
- What?
- Oh, a lot of routine. A lot of paperwork.
You're here to keep me
under surveillance,
I suppose. Eh?
No. I'm here 'cause I wanna be.
(Last Unbroken Heart By
Patti LaBelle and Bill Champlin)
Cheers.
(Last Unbroken Heart Continues)
Think I'd better go.
Oh, Gina.
Please stay.
I don't want to be alone.
(Last Unbroken Heart
Patti LaBelle and Bill Champlin)
- (Exhaling)
- I got a meeting with Klizer tonight.
If Carroon knew
about a major arms deal
between the Provos and Klizer,
it'd be a good reason
to keep his mouth shut,
wouldn't it?
Yeah, nonviolence
has its own reward.
(Beeping Ring Tone)
Yes?
I've been expecting him.
Send him in.
Man by the name of Richard Cross
is coming in right now.
Ex-S.A.S. commando.
He's now in charge
of counter-terrorism
for Scotland Yard.
He wouldn't be here
unless it was important.
We are fighting
a three-headed monster.
One: Sinn Fein,
the political wing of the I.R.A....
a bunch of lying hypocrites
posing as statesmen.
Two: The I.R.A. itself...
criminals posing as an army...
by giving themselves
a m*llitary structure.
Three: The Provisional wing...
the Provos.
Scum. Out-and-out t*rrorists
who set off car bombs
at department stores.
Seems to me there's some people
in Northern Ireland...
who might say there's another way
of looking at the problems there.
Not through my eyes, there isn't.
- And the dead sh**t was one of those Provos?
- Danny Finnian.
I thought these Provos were tough guys.
Finnian was just a kid.
A kid who'd m*rder*d
three British soldiers
before he was 15.
(Crockett)
What's the scoop
on this guy Carroon?
They wanna k*ll him because
he's suddenly turned rational.
I listened to the tapes.
The guy sounds like
the Mahatma Gandhi of Ireland.
(Scoffs)
Our sources indicate
that Carroon is in Miami...
to do something that even
the Provos want nothing to do with.
He called Gina yesterday.
She was going to meet him.
She's got a problem.
Most people who get close to Carroon
wind up dead.
*Dialing Phone*
(Knocking)
- Come in.
- (Door Opens)
- (Man) Senor Burnett.
- Hello, Max.
Long time, no see you, Sonny.
Say hello to Topo Manyeri.
This is Max Klizer.
(Affecting Foreign Accent)
That's a beautiful g*n.
Heine .45...
custom-built combat auto,
compensated long slide.
Extremely powerful and...
perfectly balanced.
Speaking of that, Mr. Manyeri
is interested in some specialty items...
big bangs in small packages.
- More bounce to the ounce.
- (Chuckling)
My brothers wish to strike
some blows for freedom.
Ah. What type of blows?
Ten 61-millimeter mortars.
Ten 80-millimeter mortars.
Fifteen M203 40-millimeter
grenade launchers.
Five boxes of M67 fragmental grenades.
Five boxes of M14 incendiary grenades.
Fifty pounds of C-4.
Fifty M25 antipersonnel mines
and five Stingers.
A few left jabs, so to speak, huh?
(Laughs)
(Both Laughing)
Some of the items
are quite popular these days.
- You saying there's a problem, Max?
- No, no.
Oh, no, no, no.
Ten points finder's fee
on the gross.
Eddie Kaye.
Go before dark.
- Thanks.
- And, Sonny.
You must see him alone.
Hmm?
Do you miss home?
Oh, certain things.
Certain people, I suppose.
No, they don't smile too much
in the North nowadays.
They cry a lot.
There's so much death.
You know, I was 15
when I k*lled my first Brit.
Fourteen years.
Then I woke up.
Now all I want's peace...
and a woman to love.
Is that an offer?
(Chuckles)
If I stay alive, it will be.
You know who sent him,
don't you?
The Provisionals.
Why? You know these people.
You fought with them.
That's just it.
I know their inner workings.
I could do a lot of damage.
Can't you talk to them?
Gina, there's nothing left.
Those people are all talked out.
Believe me.
- (Switek On Headphone) Okay, I got three cheeseburgers.
- That's real healthy, Stan.
- And a giant fry.
- Don't forget the carbos.
You call that a giant fry?
You holding out on me?
Give me another one.
(Zito)
And one stomach pump to go.
Here you go, pal.
Keep the change.
Hmmm?! 2000 calories minimum?
What are you, my cardiologist?
Get outta here. Let's eat.
(Bell Dings)
- (Camera Shutter Clicks)
- (Switek) We gonna follow this guy?
Why don't we check out
his travel plans?
We've lost him
three times already.
- He shifts into second, we're history.
- Yeah.
(Engine Turns Over)
(Vehicle Pulls Away)
- Hey, Gina.
- Hi, Rico.
Uh, listen, uh... I found out
some information yesterday...
that I think
you should be aware of.
- About what?
- About Carroon.
- What about him?
- He's a t*rror1st.
And a guy from Scotland Yard
came in Tuesday.
His name is Cross.
He said that Carroon
is a stone k*ller.
Yeah, well, that's all
in the past, Rico.
He's changed.
- All he wants now is peace.
- Oh, come on, Gina. You bought that?
It's a w*r...
just like any other...
and it's been going on
for hundreds of years,
long before
the British army got involved.
You show me a warrant,
and then I'll back off.
Otherwise, I have to follow
my instincts.
I think you're too far out, Gina.
And so does Sonny.
(Sighs)
Oh, yeah. That's just great.
That's just great.
Sonny would be real objective.
Thanks for the concern.
But it's my life.
Eddie Kaye.
You Eddie Kaye?
Wrong turn, slick.
Disney World's the other way.
I'm not looking to buy mouse ears.
Man by the name of Klizer...
He said you were the fella to see...
about toys for big boys.
Klizer's got a big mouth.
Name's Sonny Burnett.
Who's your friend
with the sticky fingers?
- (Billiard Balls Clattering)
- Oh, she's working her way through school.
- (Chuckles )
- Talk or walk.
Well, sir, I'm looking for some of that
high-tech m*llitary madness.
Well, what are you looking
to knock down?
Tanks, men... what?
Why limit my options?
You working for someone,
Burnett?
Offshore investors.
- What shore?
- (Scoffs)
I like to know
who's playing with my toys.
Well, now these particular gentlemen
are South Africans.
Down payment.
I'll make some phone calls.
You ain't who you say
you are, Burnett,
don't bother to come back.
Bingo.
- (Shutter Clicking)
- Trudy.
- (Trudy) Gotcha.
- Tell Castillo that Carroon's back at Berrigan's.
Okay. Got it.
Oh, good. They're not taking
the damn Testarossa.
- Our operation is outside the department's normal chain of command.
- Mine is too.
England is under siege from t*rrorists,
and I know who they are.
I just want the tools to strike first
and strike hard.
Preventive detention to start with.
- The Irish have rights.
- The Irish, yes.
t*rrorists, no.
Why should we give Carroon rights
he never gave his victims?
He's committed eight homicides
that I know about.
God knows how many people
he has really k*lled.
I should be able to put a b*llet in his ear
wherever I find him.
Not in Miami.
You do know what's
going to happen, don't you?
No.
One day, Carroon or one of his cronies
is going to go so far over the line...
that I will be given that power.
You don't like me, do you?
That's not my job.
- (Static On Headphones)
- Damn mike keeps breaking up.
- (Zito) What are they talking about?
- (Switek) Damn.
(Berrigan On Headphones)
Miami's not safe.
They know you're here.
(Carroon On Headphones)
Bunny. Bunny, let's get
one thing clear.
I'm not running away
from Mulcahy and his Provo thugs.
They don't have the brains
to understand what I'm doing.
- (Berrigan) Well, they're gonna try again.
- Sure. Of course they'll try.
They have to try.
The program isn't working.
Blowing up department stores...
(Scoffs)
That gets us nowhere.
I represent an alternative.
Therefore, I'm a thr*at.
(Airplane Passes Overhead)
(Trudy)
I've talked to Gina, and, uh,
we're talking "cloud walking" time.
Don't tell her anything.
He'll pump her for everything she knows.
Hey, you.
We'll take care of our own.
You got it?
Maybe Gina is right.
So far, all we've got is talk from you.
You got no warrant.
You got no proof.
You got nothing.
- That's enough.
- What if she is right? What if she is?
What if Carroon has changed?
What about her?
(Door Opens)
Sorry we're late.
We had to pick up
a new mike.
They're locked down for a while.
Berrigan's having a cocktail party,
and Carroon is there.
- Whole lot of nothing.
- They didn't go anywhere?
They took a long walk
on the beach.
I'm telling you,
Carroon is here for a reason.
- That's fine. What do you think it is?
- I don't know yet.
- (Ringing)
- (Zito) Burnett's line, Sonny.
Sonny Burnett.
Yeah, I know the place.
Uh-huh. I'll bring the buyer.
Two hours.
Meet's on with Eddie Kaye.
You must understand
this is strictly an inventory problem.
Max, an old and valued customer
should get some...
some sort of preferential treatment.
Which you are receiving already.
You told me in two.
And I told you
you can have the items in one week.
(Carroon/Neeson)
Plans change, friend.
Thirty-six hours.
May I?
Beautiful.
I don't think that's gonna
represent a major problem.
Do you?
(Chuckles)
Ordinarily, it wouldn't.
But there seems to be a bit of a run
on this particular item.
Ah. Now I understand.
Would a hundred-percent markup
put us in first position?
I need full payment
before delivery.
Half of it's right here, Max.
The rest of it will be sent over
as soon as the banks open.
Let me make a call.
He ain't gonna be pleased.
Yeah, I'm on my way
to meet them right now.
It's just two, right?
sh**t. At that price, Burnett
can scream all he wants.
(Cackling)
(On Bullhorn)
That's far enough, Burnett.
Get out and walk.
It's always better to be safe
than sorry. Right, Sonny?
It's your store, pal.
- Eddie Kaye.
- Topo Manyeri.
So, I understand you're gonna
be k*lling some of my kind of folks.
- Does that bother you?
- No. I'm color-blind. Long as the money's green.
- Stuff's gotta be on the freighter by dawn.
- No problem.
- Order's complete?
- Yeah, well, we're gonna be a couple Stingers short.
That's the most important item.
Not to mention the most expensive.
Come on. What's going on?
The whole order's been prepaid.
Hey, talk to Klizer.
He's marketing. I'm distribution.
Yeah, but you see,
the boat sails tomorrow.
I'll make it up to you
any way you want...
grenades, mortars.
- How about some biologicals?
- What's that?
Chemical warfare shells.
I tell you what.
You lob a couple of those babies
into Joberg, and that'll get their attention.
Stingers, pal. Stingers.
That's what we ordered.
That's what we paid for.
That's what we want.
- These are dated 1980.
- So?
So?
What? We look like we just fell off
a cabbage truck, or what?
- They've been on the shelf six years.
- So what?
The Missouri was 45 years old.
Lebanese didn't know the difference.
How do I know
these are gonna go bang?
- You worried about that?
- Yeah.
I think that's a reasonable concern.
(NOT THE FERRARI!!!)
( "My Car!" )
Sold.
That psycho of yours blew up
a hundred and fifty thousand
dollars' worth of my automobile.
He thought you were questioning
his integrity.
A little overzealous,
don't you think?
That stuff had been on the shelf
for six years.
Hell! Anybody's gonna ask
if it works.
(Inhales)
And, as you discovered,
it does... perfectly.
Let me tell you something, pal.
One way or the other,
you or Eddie Kaye's gonna
make up the difference.
My associates are going to be
extremely unhappy about this shortfall.
I am entirely at the mercy
of market conditions.
You mean you got a better offer.
(Chuckling)
You bought wholesale,
and I had the opportunity
to sell the things double retail.
- To who?
- Oh, Sonny.
You don't want me to talk about you
to other clients.
Yeah, you're right.
That would be unethical.
(Sucks In Breath)
Be careful.
- That's irreplaceable.
- Really?
- (Statue Shatters)
- (Inhales)
(Hammer Cocks)
(Sighs)
I was only going to pick a pen
to write the name.
I took a memory course.
Just go ahead
and tell me the name.
An Irishman.
Carroon. Sean Carroon.
(Neeson, Liam Neeson)
So when is this bozo gonna
take delivery on my missiles?
Tomorrow morning.
I'm sorry, Gina.
Klizer pulled the name
right out of the air.
Gina, there's no way that that old dude
would've lied at that point.
What else do we have?
Switek?
Um, travel agent said Berrigan
asked for an "Atlantic International"
schedule.
He wanted to go to London.
He wanted to take the Concorde,
but it didn't leave at the right time.
So we went to the airport.
Berrigan's taken
eight trips to London
in the past two years.
Can I see that?
(Castillo)
Bank statements.
(Trudy)
Berrigan withdrew
155000 March 19.
135000 July 1.
Another 150000 two weeks ago
and another 150000...
this morning at the start of business.
What beach did Carroon and Berrigan
take their little walk on?
Right at the end of Biscayne Park.
Carroon's gonna take out
the Concorde.
And Carroon's taking delivery
of those missiles tomorrow morning.
And the beach that they were walking on
at the end of Biscayne Park...
is directly in the flight path
of "Atlantic International".
And guess what leaves
tomorrow morning at 10:00 a.m.
The Concorde is as much
a symbol of England as the queen.
This is exactly
what I was talking about.
If people would wake up,
we'd have the power
to grab Carroon now
and lock him up.
Hey, Cross, we don't play
by your rules over here.
See what the people
of this country want...
when car bombs start going off
in your major cities.
So you still won't
do anything?
Not until I place him
with the weapons.
- You still have a date with him tonight?
- 8:00.
Keep it.
Everything should look normal.
Everyone back here at 5:00 a.m.
Tomorrow morning.
(Deep Exhale)
You gonna be able to maintain?
Oh, there you are.
What's the matter, love?
You've been a million miles away
all night.
I'm sorry. I've got something
on my mind.
Us, I hope. Eh?
I got some terrible news today.
What about?
I found out that a friend of mine
is very sick.
Oh, Gina, I'm sorry.
Is it serious?
He's not expected to live.
Oh, baby, I'm sorry.
(Smooching)
Not tonight, Sean.
I need to be alone.
Yeah.
That's okay, love.
Tomorrow?
Yes.
I have an appointment in the morning.
I'll be free by 10:30.
Lunch?
I have to go.
(Man On TV)
...while, in Pretoria,
the government announced...
the police have been given
additional powers...
after the renewed outbreaks of v*olence
in the black townships.
Now here's Jean
with the Miami weather.
(Woman On TV)
Enjoy the breeze and the moon
over Miami tonight, because it's gonna...
- (TV Off)
- At least somebody's thinking.
(Sighs)
Answer, you bastard.
(Rings)
- Hello.
- They know about the beach. They know.
Who the hell is this?
Who's talking?
(Line Clicks)
- "Atlantic International".
- They're gonna hold the Concorde at the gate until we give them the all clear.
Switek and Zito, be at Berrigan's.
Crockett and Tubbs will be...
watching Carroon's hotel.
Cross and I will be on the chopper.
- What about Trudy and I?
- You'll be in the surveillance room...
Metro-Dade... orchestrating radio net.
- I'd like to be there when it goes down.
- No.
- What about S.W.A.T.?
- No cover on the beach.
Play it smart.
Nearest backup will be
three to four minutes away.
- (Switek) Damn.
- (Trudy) What's the matter?
Berrigan's taking the Testarossa.
(On Headphones)
They're on the move.
We're rolling west on Bay Road.
We copy.
- He's turning west on 39th.
- I see them.
(Switek)
It looks like the Testarossa's headed
toward Carroon's hotel.
(Trudy)
Coming your way, Sonny.
- You see him yet?
- Just driving in.
Showtime.
Berrigan and Carroon just entered
a parking structure on Perimeter Road
and Seventh.
- (Crockett) Go in, Lieutenant?
- No.
There's only one exit.
- That's Berrigan in the front seat.
- (Castillo) Who's in the van?
Eddie Kaye's driving.
Berrigan's riding shotgun.
(On Headphones)
We didn't see Carroon.
Switek and Zito, check the garage.
Crockett and Tubbs, stay with the van.
- Do we take him now?
- No. Stay with the van.
We're headed north
on Biscayne.
Sonny was right.
They're headed right for the beach.
Let's go down.
(Castillo On P.A.)
Miami Vice.
Move away from the van.
(g*nf*re)
(Veitnam Vet. Skillz)
Carroon's not here.
- One of the Stingers is missing.
- Damn it.
- He's still in that garage.
- Unlikely. Your two friends would have told us.
We'll call Switek and Zito.
We got the trace, Lieutenant.
Carroon received
one phone call last night.
You sure this is right?
Switek and Zito, come in!
Switek and Zito, come in!
- Do you read me? Come in!
- (Sighs)
You're under arrest.
What are you talking about?
Carroon's hotel phone...
I had it checked out.
You called him last night.
That's insane.
Concorde gets taken out,
Mr. Cross figures he'll be allowed
to do things his own way.
I only checked to see if he was there.
We never spoke.
I don't think so.
They can't get ahold
of Switek or Zito!
You can see the terminal
from that garage.
He's gonna take the Concorde out
while it's still on the ground.
Go.
(Crockett)
Trudy, we're on our way
back to the garage.
- Gina.
- I can b*at them there.
(Tires Screeching)
(Grunts)
He's on the roof.
Just move away from it, Sean.
(Last Unbroken Heart By
Patti LaBelle and Bill Champlin)
Don't make me k*ll you.
Please.
(Laughs)
Gina.
Come on. Sean. Sean.
(Bill Champlin Continues Singing)
Just move away from it.
You haven't done anything yet.
It's not your w*r, Gina.
It's not your w*r.
Don't make me k*ll you! Please!
Carroon! Freeze!
(Gina Sobbing)
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Sonny & Rico, two Metro-Dade Police Department detectives working undercover in Miami.
Sonny & Rico, two Metro-Dade Police Department detectives working undercover in Miami.