03x24 - Heroes of the Revolution

[bunniefuu]

¿Cómo está mi bebé?
Hello.

Did she behave herself?
Gina's never any trouble.

Aren't you, sweetheart?
No, no, never, never!

[Chattering]

[Speaking Spanish]

So sweet.

Maybe we should
make one of our own.

Maybe we should have
a marriage license first.

In this new socialistic paradise,

marriage will merely be another
bourgeois, capitalistic memory.

[Speaking Spanish]

[Speaking Spanish]

[Speaking Spanish]

Camarero, camarero.

I'll talk to the Russian ambassador.
He owes me many favors.

I'll get you out.

Te amo, Klaus.

[Speaking Spanish]

[Applause]

( ♪ Begin the Beguine
- Saundra Santiago ♪ )

Come. Oh.

Here, this is yours.

i Orrestes, no !

i Puta sucia !

[g*nsh*t]

[Clamoring, Shouting]

Elena! Elena!

You're dead, you pig!

You're a dead man!
You're dead!

I'll k*ll you! I'll k*ll you!!!

You're a dead man!
You're dead!

Stan, you got him?

[Switek On Walkie-talkie]
Still waiting. But Gina
and Trudy are doggin'him.

[Trudy] Heading for you, Sonny.
[Crockett On Radio]
All right. We'll take it from here.

You and Gina see
what you can dig up on Pedrosa.
You got it, Sonny.

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[No Audible Dialogue]

[Shutter Clicking]

See 'em, Stan?
Yeah, Garbey and Pedrosa
look like two kids at a frat party.

Think they were Sigma Chi's?

[Shutter Clicking]

Excuse me, uh, is Pedrosa
on anybody else's wish list?

No agency in South Florida. Why?

Well, because we're not
the only guys watchin'.

[Shutter Clicking]

Orrestes Pedrosa: 52 years old,
arrived in Miami 2-23-80.

President and sole stockholder
of Equinox Transfer,

import-export firm in Miami.

Was he a Marielito?

Grew up in Cuba,
but he has a Belizean passport.

What did Moreno say about him?

Pedrosa's moving major weight.

Garbey gets 10 keys
a week from him.

Garbey's a Cuban, too?

Yeah, but he's been here
20 years.
[Phone Rings]

Switek.

When?

You sure?

I'll tell him.

That was Krimmer on stakeout.

Garbey's on the move.

Where?
Airport.

About this other guy
on surveillance at Pedrosa's—

I got some pictures.
I'm gonna make some enlargements.

Get me quadrant blowups.

He bought a round-trip ticket to New York.
The flight leaves in 20 minutes.
Thanks, Burt.

I can't believe
I didn't see this guy before.

He's in over 75%
of the photographs.

You didn't see him because
he doesn't wanna be seen.
This man's trained.

What, contract?
Federal? Foreign?

I don't know.

He's not one of ours.

Is there a federal operation
ongoing against Pedrosa?

[Intercom Clicks]
Send Blakemore in.

Chet's our interagency liaison man.

If there's anything going on,
he'll know about it.

Chet Blakemore.
Lieutenant Martin Castillo,
Miami Vice.

Lieutenant.
Mr. Blakemore.

Martin's running an investigation
on one Orrestes Pedrosa.

[Scoffs]
Guy's a real charmer.

Do you know him?
He was one of Castro's hatchet men
during the early days.

Dropped out of sight, surfaced
in Miami right after the boat lift.

Anyone currently
got him targeted?
Not that I know of.

What's Vice's interest?

Well, he's developing himself
as a major importer.

Do you happen to know this man?

No. I can fax it to Washington,
have an answer in a couple hours.

I'd appreciate that.
Thank you.

In the meantime, tell your people
to be careful around Pedrosa.

That guy's a sociopath.

Thank you.

Comandante, the pictures.

Are you sure these are all of them?
Yes, I have been very careful,
Comandante.

How long has he been here?

That one, only for the last
two days, I think.

You think?
I don't pay you to think!

I pay you to give me answers.

Gustavo, Enrique, Luis.

Find this man.

Cause him a lot of pain...

and then k*ll him.

[Man] And I have been doing
the teaching of the English to myself
by the watching of the TV.

How about the teaching of the driving
by the watching of the road?

You got nothing of nagging worries.

[Tires Screeching]
I am big aces at the trailing...

since I watch
Rockford Files on the cables.

He's pulling over.

Ivan, pull over here.

Why you do this?
I have done nothing.

I know nothing.
My family knows nothing.

Whoa, whoa.
Ivan, chill out, dude.

What's your problem?
What's that building there?

You don't know?
No.

- You're not K.G.B.?
- Get out of here.

Do I look like a Russian to you?

He just enter Cuban mission
to United Nations.

That's the Cuban mission?
Da.

[Engine Starts]
Our friend's moving.

[Trudy On Walkie-talkie]
We've got him.

[Switek]
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Hold it. He's got company,

coming out of Pedrosa's.

Driving what?
Silver sedan.

We're clear.

[Trudy]
He's in there,
picking up his dry cleaning.

What about Pedrosa's guys?

They're still parked
halfway down the block.

That's great.
They're doing our job for us.

[Trudy]
Oh, they're moving.

It's a hit.

- Miami Vice, freeze!
- Look out!

[Horn Honking]

Call an ambulance!

At which time
you identified yourselves?
Yes.

Both of you or just one?
Both, I-I think.

Any warning sh*ts?
No.

Did the subjects fire before
you discharged your w*apon?
Yes, they fired first.

[Sighs]

How are you doing?
I'm fine.

Anything on the rental car?

Metro received the stolen
report this morning.

Has there been any preliminary
identification of any of the sh**t?

There's not gonna be
anything to tie this to Pedrosa.
Probably not.

Guy's German, Lieutenant.
He speaks with a German accent.

He hit the deck just as
Trudy and I broke surveillance.

I think he took one in the arm.
I don't know.

I turned around and he was gone.

Make sure the bulls got that in.

All area clinics and emergency
rooms have been alerted.

Excuse me, Lieutenant.
You got a phone call
coming through.

[Woman On P.A.]
Ladies and gentlemen, for those passengers
on Flight 954—[Continues, Indistinct]

Miami Vice. You're under arrest.
Put your hands on your head.

Put 'em up.

Hey, what are you doing, man?
What are you doing? Hey!

[Gasps]

Check and see
if he's got any pulse.

It's cyanide.

Damn it!

Pedrosa's got a diplomatic
supply line through Cuba.

This thing's huge, Marty.

We have no evidence
linking Garbey to Pedrosa.

He sure as hell isn't some
freelancer from Little Havana...

who just happened
to have a cyanide capsule.

The guy walked out of the Cuban
mission with the suitcases.

Excuse me, Lieutenant.
F.B.I.'s on line one.

No movement until
we get all the pieces.

Castillo.

Twenty minutes.

Do you have a back exit?
Sí.

You haven't seen me.

[Speaking Spanish]

[Gasping]

Does he still like music?

Music. Pedrosa.
Does he still listen to music?

Jazz, he likes jazz.

Freeze!

Who are you?

Don't even try it.

My wallet.

Do you recognize this woman?

That's my mother.

You're almost a mirror image of her.

That doesn't answer my question.

Who are you?

Your mother and I
were in love when she d*ed.

Klaus Herzog.
Our sources place him...

as the fifth highest ranking field operative
in East German intelligence.

Fluent in probably a dozen languages,
an accomplished assassin.

The guy's got A-pluses
all the way down the line.

Recruited in 1958.

Has no immediate family ties.

His father, a suspected
Spartacist sympathizer,

k*lled by the Nazis in 1939.

- What's he doing in Miami?
- That's what we'd like to know.

If he's shadowing this Pedrosa guy,
it's only for one reason.

Herzog is no lower level
surveillance pawn.

Nick wouldn't have flown down, Marty,
for anything short of a possible
national security problem.

If your suspicions are right about
this Communist drug conduit,

then Herzog's presence may suggest
East German involvement...

or it might be a cleanup maneuver
if Pedrosa's out of control.

- Can we bring him in?
- Lieutenant, every agent in my unit...

would sacrifice a body part
to bring this guy in.

My aunt really never
told me much about her.

I know that my father
was k*lled in the revolution
and that she was a singer.

She was an amazing woman.

I wish I could've known her.

In a sense, you know her
more than you can understand.

There's much of her inside you.

How was she k*lled?

I mean, I had always heard...

it was because of her
anticommunist beliefs,

but my aunt never really
told me any of the details.

Well, the details are not important.
You're wrong.

For me, that's all that counts.

The more I know about her,
the closer I feel to her.

Gina, so many things happened
after your mother's death.

Your aunt took you
out of Cuba within days.

There was much confusion.

What are you getting at?

Only that what she told you might
have been what she actually believed.

But you're not Cuban.
Who are you?

My name is Klaus Herzog.

I'm a Communist.

And I'm an officer
of East German intelligence.

Why are you in Miami?

Your mother was k*lled...

by a man, a jealous lover,
and that's why I'm here.

Pedrosa?

I'm going to k*ll him.

[Chattering]

Cooper's a knot head
and couldn't come up
with anything original.

Dennis?
Yep. Him.

Good morning.
Morning.

Our problem has been compounded.
Pedrosa's got a twin?

The individual
who's been showing up
in our surveillance photos—

The F.B.I. Has identified him
as Klaus Herzog.

East German.

Spy chaser.

So what does he do
when he catches them?

Makes 'em read Das Kapital.

He's a trained k*ller,
and he's on our streets.

Look, why don't we just
let the F.B.I. Haul their own load?

We're the ones
who keep on spotting him.
Next time you see him, bring him in.

In the afternoons,
we would go walking...

sometimes along the beach...

sometimes down
to the open-air market.

We would walk and hold hands.

Oh, they were very small, her hands.

But when she took mine
and squeezed them...

it was as if she was trying
to pass her strength on to me.

I can't remember her.

When you were crying,

she used to take you in her arms
and sing you to sleep.

And when you were asleep,
she'd go to sleep too.

She'd sleep so soundly...

that she never felt my fingers
touching her skin.

You know, Gina, there are still nights
that I can feel the softness of her skin
on my fingertips.

Please don't do this to me.

I'm under orders to arrest you.

I know you want
the same thing I want.

And what if I do?
Listen.

- Can you sing?
- Never professionally.

But you have a wonderful voice,
just like your mother, don't you?

You're changing the subject.

Oh, no. No, not really.

Your singing
will bring Pedrosa to us.

You're not making any sense.
Listen, there's a club
that will hire you.

The owner fancies
himself a star maker.
When he hears you—

Oh, you're dreaming.

Besides, I thought it was Pedrosa
who wanted to hear me.
Oh, he will.

[Chuckling]
Oh, he will.

He can't resist clubs
that are dark and smoky
and filled with good music.

Jazz clubs was one of
the passions he and I shared.

The other one was your mother.
Then I'm the bait?

No, I am.

When he hears you sing,
he'll know I'll come there eventually.

And?

[Woman Singing]

I've heard of murdering a song,
but never before you get on stage.

Excuse me?
I hope you never get a grip
like that on my neck.

Oh. I'm sorry.

I haven't auditioned for anything
since I was in high school.

Don't apologize. If you're gonna
get nervous anyplace, this is it.

- All right, all right. Wait, wait.
You wanna hold it right there, hon?
-[Singing Stops]

You wanna do my ears
that one little favor?
Next. Next.

Me, I guess.
Well, make up your mind.

[Chuckling]

What's your name, sweetheart?
[Clears Throat]
Gina Calabrese.

Great.

( ♪ Stormy Weather - Saundra Santiago ♪ )

Nada, Marty.
This guy has ceased to exist.
Well, he's still out there.

Well, if he's as good as they say he is,
maybe he picked us up on his psychic radar.

Funny, I didn't think
he'd ever be camera shy.

[Castillo]
I want him.

Lieutenant,
I need to speak with you.

Come in.

It's about Klaus Herzog.

I've seen him.

I've talked to him.

You didn't arrest him?

I couldn't.

That's something a police officer
can't do or decide on his own.

I'm not sure this thing
is about being a cop.

It has to be. You are one...

as long as you wear the badge.

But he wants Pedrosa as badly
as we do, maybe even worse.

Pedrosa k*lled the woman
he loved 26 years ago.

He's been tracking him ever since.

We don't sanction vendettas.

Lieutenant.

You don't understand.

About this woman—

She was my mother.

Did you just find out about this?

[Sobs]
I think I will need a week off.

You got it.

Gina.

( ♪ Jazz Singer - Nancy Reed ♪ )

[No Audible Dialogue]

Miss Nancy Reed,
ladies and gentlemen.
Isn't she wonderful?

Thank you, thank you.
You're too kind. Really, I mean that.

We've got something for you,
a treat that you're not gonna
forget for a long time.

This is a songbird that
the trades would call a thrush.

I'm talkin' about a very special someone
who sings in the key of Ella and Billie.

Yeah, I kid you not. I'm talking about
Miss Gina Calabrese, right here.

( ♪ Someone To Watch Over Me -
Saundra Santiago ♪ )

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[No Audible Dialogue]

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I don't need to endure this.

[Applause]

Klaus.

[Klaus]
I'm glad you came alone.

Forgive me.
I'm trained to be cautious.

They want you,
you know— the F.B.I.

They want you very badly.

They're in a rut.
You just won't let it go, will you?

You just won't turn around
and go back to wherever
it was you came from.

I can't.

Would it mean anything to you
if I told you we are going
to get Pedrosa?

We're a little closer every day.
It's just a matter of time.

And when the time comes,
what then?

Will he be arrested
on a minor drug charge,

something that puts him in jail
for three or four years?
I can't say.

I just know that we'll dump
as big a load on him as we possibly can.

But the m*rder goes unpunished!

Am I correct?

Gina, this happened 26 years ago
and it happened in Cuba,

which means that it might as well
have not happened at all.

Don't you understand
there can be no justice...

except the justice
we impose ourselves?

Please, Gina.
Please, for your mother.

I can't.

I have to arrest him.

All right.

Then I will be the bait.

He knows I'm in Miami.

He knows I will come to that club.

And when he tries to k*ll me,
you can arrest him.

You would do that?

I would do anything.

Just forget the German
for a minute, will you?

Look, we didn't wanna
do you boys' dirty work
in the first place.

It comes under the heading of
interdepartmental cooperation.

[Chuckling]
Give me a break.

- What else did you want?
- Pedrosa.

What else is new?
He's Cuban intelligence.

Posing as a drug dealer?
The man's an edge runner.

Or a figment of you boys'
imaginations.

Look, we want Pedrosa off the streets,
but we don't want him thinking
the Bureau's involved.

Things start leaning in that direction,
he'll do his disappearing act.

So what we're looking for is a drug pop.
Big one, little one, you call it.

All we're looking for
is a little time to maneuver.

You boys are gonna need a little work
before you look like James Bond.

You boys are gonna owe us one.
[Chuckling]

[Pedrosa]
It's like maybe you got
a mosquito or a—or a fly...

in your bedroom at night, huh?

So what you do, huh?

The German, he gets
the same treatment.

He will come to hear her.

Yeah, whether it's tonight
or tomorrow or the night after that.

And I will be there.

[Chuckles]

Maybe we better go, huh?
No.

No, this one I do by myself.

This is a matter of honor.

I'm sorry.
I'm not used to waiting.

It's not much longer.

He's older now.
Maybe he's different.

I'm older too.
My feelings are the same.

Tonight, tomorrow night,
maybe the night after that.

He's not a patient man.
To wait any longer might k*ll him.

[Sighs]
Be easier that way.

[Chuckles]
But not as pleasant
for him as k*lling me.

I never thought
hate lasted this long.

Well, maybe it's love that endures.

He and I are still fighting over
the same woman, aren't we?

After all these years,
we still want to finish it.

You could be k*lled.

You're supposed to protect me.

Never did I think that
I would trust something
so important to American justice.

You changing your mind?

No. I have all the faith
in the world in you.

[Switek]
It's about time. We were gonna
start the party without you.

Got to have a warrant
before you can strike up the band.

The place is sealed.
We got two units around back.

It's so quiet up front
the grass stopped growing.

Yeah, the moon's
in the right house, too.

Yeah, boy, that sure
makes me feel better.

Freeze! Nobody move!
Get on the floor!

Put your hands
on your head!
He's not here.

I'm upstairs.
Get in here.

Back up.
We'll talk about the dr*gs later.
Where's Pedrosa?

Forget you, man.

Now where's Pedrosa?

One more time, where's Pedrosa?

- Blue Note, music club.
- That's the club Gina was talking about.

They have some audition
for a singer, you know.
She was thinking about going.

What happened?
She didn't say.

- [Crockett]
He's nowhere. He's not here.
- We've got a show to catch.

Book him.
All right.

[Applause]

Thank you.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Now I'd like to do a song for you
that's gonna bring back
a lot of memories.

( ♪ Stormy Weather - Saundra Santiago ♪ )

[No Audible Dialogue]

- [People Screaming]
- Pedrosa! Miami Vice!