Miami Vice s03e16 Episode Script

Theresa

[Woman.]
Yes.
Dr.
Lyons.
Hello, Doc.
Bed 8's ready for the chest tube.
Hey.
What are you doing up in the middle of the night? Actually, I was wondering why I can't find a girlfriend with a normal job.
Uh-huh.
You check your black book? I haven't seen that thing in weeks.
I think you nicked it.
Hey.
I miss you, dude.
[Laughing.]
I miss you too, dudette.
Anyhow, sleep tight.
Yeah.
Thanks.
Bye-bye.
[Handset Settles In Cradle.]
So, why didn't you tell her you were workin'? Ah, she worries.
Oh, the man didn't want her to worry.
"Dudette"? Aw.
Come on, man.
Hey, partner, tell me somethin'.
Uh, how expensive of a ring are you gonna buy this lady? You know, my sensitive Gemini self can't handle too much more overtime.
Well, I'm just gonna get her a decent ring.
Something that's, uh, befitting her style and class and sophistication.
It's not something that you would, uh, know anything about.
Okay.
[Chuckles.]
[Sniffing.]
[Sniffing.]
Uh, excuse me, Mr.
W.
The helicopter will be here in four minutes.
Yeah.
All right.
[Clears Throat.]
If anyone's listening, six weeks of surveillance just paid off.
Wyatt's got a copter coming in, and if I'm not mistaken, we're gonna be lookin' at a hundred keys of coke in about four minutes.
That's four minutes.
Switek said it's comin' in now in a copter.
That's our cue.
[Siren Blares.]
[Crockett.]
Oh, man, I don't believe this.
Tubbs, I think Murphy's Law just went into effect.
Listen, guys.
Could you turn out those lights? What the hell? Those are the two! They've been there since 4:00 this afternoon! That's because we're cops.
We're on a stakeout.
- Now, could you turn these damn lights out? - Just hold it right there.
[Man.]
Check this, Mr.
Wyatt.
We got a light show outside.
- Wyatt made us! - [Sighs.]
Mrs.
Grinstein, these badges look like the real thing.
[Crockett.]
Well, there's a good reason for that.
Now, could you turn these damn lights off? [Gunshots.]
Freeze! Freeze! [Crockett.]
Put your hands right where I can see 'em.
Take as much as you want.
I'll turn around.
Just let me get to my boat.
The big bills are in the case.
You're under arrest, wise guy.
Tell Customs we got a chopper heading east over the causeway.
[Man On Bullhorn.]
This is Metro-Dade Police Department.
Land your helicopter nowl [Woman.]
Did not copy on the chopper.
Can you repeat? Over.
Disregard.
[Sighs.]
That's enough homework for this girl.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Show a little respect here, all right? That's six months worth of surveillance tapes on Wyatt.
I thought you had him in jail without bond.
Well, I do.
But he'll probably have that overturned next week and then drop a little loose change and be on the next plane to Barranquilla.
Is he the guy with 700 grand in his closet? Mm-hmm.
Sure is.
I suppose this is all Wyatt's too? [Chuckles.]
No.
This is an entirely different case.
You see, I happen to be able to chase more than one bad guy at a time.
Oh, what a star.
Still, 700 grand would've bought a nice house in the country in England, three trips to Florence— Mm-hmm.
A CD player, Jacuzzi, uh— Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Now, you don't think you're taking the kid off the market now, do you? All I know is that last time we slept over here— [Clears Throat.]
I felt someone measuring my finger.
[Giggling.]
What an imagination.
I love that about you— you're so inventive.
But then again, perhaps it wasn't you.
[Chuckles.]
[Chuckling.]
What's that? Aw, is it your back again? Mm-hmm.
You know, I keep telling you you've got to see a doctor.
Look, love.
The surgery was four years ago.
It's chronic back pain.
No mystery.
Yeah, well, you're right.
Besides, what the hell do doctors know anyway? I beg your pardon? Want to find out? No.
Not tonight.
I got too much work to do.
Gotcha.
That was unfair.
[Giggling.]
You beast! [Laughing.]
Okay, the knife missed the kidneys.
His pressure's good, and his X-rays are over there.
Just tell me, Doc— am I gonna die? Yeah, in about 50 years.
Gastro took bed 1 upstairs, and you've got a new player in bed 3 with a headache.
At 2:00 a.
m.
? Says it's serious.
Uh-huh.
Believe me, I'll make sure it is.
?? [Man Humming.]
What the hell do you want? Yo, yo.
This is Rudy that you're talkin' to, okay? So you can just lose all that Mars aspect from your voice.
I'm not compatible.
Hey, besides, I got somethin' for you.
- Not here! - Oh, you don't want it? Oh.
Okay.
That's cool too.
You know.
[Laughing.]
Oh, boy.
[Sighs.]
Well, anyway, you didn't come here to give me that.
Mm-mmm.
Nah.
I need you to get me somethin' from your boyfriend.
It's an address written on the evidence report of any Miami Vice file.
Forget it.
Nah.
I don't think so, muchacha.
I start talkin' about where you been and what you been doin', the police, they gonna come down on your boyfriend, and he's gonna have to forget all about you.
I can talk as loud as you can.
[Laughs.]
Aw, come on! Hey, hey, look! Everybody knows who I am and what I been doin'! Hey, I don't think your rep can handle that.
Hey, look, look, look.
I ain't askin' you to do nothin' but to look over your boyfriend's shoulder, okay? It can save us both a lot of trouble.
In summary, Your Honor, Mr.
Wyatt not only is an extreme danger to the community, but he has no ties to Miami.
Well—Well, pardon me.
That is except for the 11 brothers and cousins currently residing at the Flagler Street correctional facility— [Spectators Chuckling.]
And, of course, the 36 drug transactions concluded on the phone with local traffickers, for which Mr.
Wyatt has been charged.
[Sighs.]
How'd I sound? I still wouldn't buy a used car from you.
Anything to add, Mr.
Greenberg? Only, Your Honor, to remind the court that my client, in his eagerness to face these ludicrous charges, is willing to place his entire Biscayne Bay estate up for bond, valued at $ 1.
8 million.
Yes, which, according to what we've heard from the State, represents about 1/50th of the net worth of Mr.
Wyatt.
Motion denied.
Mr.
Wyatt will remain in custody until trial.
[Gavel Raps.]
You're a real charmer, Mr.
Crockett.
Thank you.
Well, you win some, and you win some.
[Chuckles.]
- [Chattering.]
- Look who's here.
I give up.
Who? Rudy Ramos.
Some street punk that I busted when I first came down from New York.
No way he should be hangin' around with big leaguers like Wyatt.
Well, let him get his own rope.
How about a late lunch? Not today, gentlemen.
I got business.
Lookin' good, Wyatt.
Hey.
Come here.
I wanna show you somethin'.
I gotta tell you somethin'.
Now, according to Rudy Ramos's probation officer, Ramos is being represented by Andrew Greenberg, Wyatt's attorney.
Now, how that chump gets the dust to hire a high-line mouthpiece, I don't know.
Well, maybe he borrowed it from the same guy that sold me this.
Yeah, I know it's a little small, but the stone is almost flawless.
You act like you've never done this before.
Well, actually I haven't.
When Caroline and I were gettin' married, l— I was so damn broke, we went for the plain gold band.
[Exhales.]
She deserved better.
So you wanna do it right this time? I hope so.
When you gonna pop the question? Tonight.
Dude, I am a shower and a shave— that's right— a shave away from monogamy.
[Laughing.]
Hey, add a trip to the property warehouse.
Why? Yeah, the desk officer called, said that you forgot to sign in one of Wyatt's tapes.
Oh, man.
That's all the way across town.
Yeah, it's tough bein'a lover and a lead investigator.
- [Mock Laughing.]
- Congratulations, Sonny.
Thanks, buddy.
[Man On TV.]
The man is ranked number three in the world.
Got a property report I never got to file.
[Horn Honking.]
Radio device? Yeah, I guess.
Had a van backed right up to the door.
Guys inside didn't have a chance.
This was supposed to be a special night.
[Woman On P.
A.
.]
Dr.
Henson to Surgery, please.
Dr.
Henson.
[Knocking.]
[Woman.]
We got another motorcycle.
Twenty-one-year-old male in full arrest, arriving in four minutes.
I'll be right out.
[Woman On P.
A.
.]
Dr.
Mallory to Emergency, please.
Okay.
[Man.]
Unbelievable.
I had evidence on eight different cases in that warehouse besides Wyatt's.
How long can you keep him locked up? If I stall the paperwork, maybe 48 hours, max.
But if we don't come up with something to replace what we lost in that warehouse, Wyatt's gonna walk.
Any leads on how in God's name they found that warehouse? No.
Well, gentlemen, I gotta give a statement.
This one's a beauty.
Crockett? They'll probably suspend every lead investigator who had evidence at the warehouse.
So you're sayin' that not only is my case destroyed and Wyatt takes a walk, but I take a suspension.
Until they find out how the location was leaked, you're all assigned to administration duties.
Sonny.
The lab boys found this out at the warehouse.
Guard had it on his clipboard.
It's a photostat copy from one of the pages of your case file.
What? Who'd have access to my case files? I don't know, but whoever it was, they must've used it to gain access to the warehouse.
Where did our neurosurgeon go? To look at the head films.
Well, Einstein, at least we got your heart beating.
Next time, wear a helmet.
I'm just gonna, um, put some fresh greens on.
[Woman On P.
A.
.]
Dr.
Pierson, Emergency, please.
Dr.
Pierson.
This came from you, didn't it? [Sighs.]
Why? Why, damn it? [Shouts.]
Why? [Sighs.]
I'm a drug addict.
- [Woman On P.
A.
.]
Dr.
White, telephone, please.
- Later.
- Dr.
White.
- Later! What? I said, I'm a junkie.
Talk.
Well, the surgeon who fused my vertebrae said that I'd have pain, off and on, but didn't know how much.
So, I took the codeine for about a year and then I went to Dilaudid.
When did you start shootin'? When I got warned for the Dilaudid scrips.
Then I went on to fentanyl.
Then I got another warning, so I went to the streets.
That's where I've been getting the Dilaudid I've been taking when I'm with you.
How could you let this happen? Look, I only do enough to get by.
I don't party on it, and I don't overdo it.
Overdo it? What is that supposed to be, some sort of consolation? What the hell are you talkin' about? You're a junkie! Look, I tried to stop it, but I could not! I could not! I was doing double shifts to pay off my medical student loans.
I was sending money home.
People were needing me.
I was doing my job.
I had to do my job! I had to do it.
I couldn't— Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you come to me? Because— Because then you would've had to have done your job.
So on top of all this— [Chuckles.]
You're involved in a conspiracy? I really didn't know that Rudy had anything to do with Wyatt.
Well, maybe it was selfish, Sonny, but you were the only thing I had in my life, and I just wasn't big enough to lose that.
Did you ever sell? No.
Did you ever deal? No.
You never dealt? No! Did you steal? No! Hook? No! Tell me.
Tell me, damn it! I gotta know.
Because l— I can't help you unless I know.
You—You're gonna help me? What else? What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? I love you.
[Gasps.]
[Man.]
Come on, guys.
No names and no pictures here.
[Shouting.]
So you expect him to continue on the force? Just let me read my statement, please.
Internal Affairs has found no connection between last night's explosion and any suggestion of widespread corruption in the Vice division.
On the basis of information which I am not at liberty to discuss, they have narrowed their investigation to one detective, who will be suspended with pay pending further questioning.
Thank you.
Hang on in there, partner.
Maybe we'll cough up a little somethin' on Wyatt and get you out from behind all this.
Call me.
Hey, Crockett.
As of 0800, you aren't authorized to issue a parking ticket without my approval.
So don't get any ideas, huh? [Tubbs.]
Does that mean I can't talk to my partner? I'm saying that all this rock and rolling's gonna rain down pretty hard on your partner.
You'd better stay clear unless you wanna get wet.
Hey, lighten up.
All you gotta do is flush the broad, or think of somethin'to do besides being a cop for a while— like the rest of your life, huh? [Woman.]
I'm not surprised she was able to keep her habit a secret from you.
Lawyers, bankers, all kinds of closet users shoot up and remain absolutely lucid.
But doctors are especially tough cases.
I'm prepared.
First of all, Theresa needs a support group whom she feels can identify with the stresses that led to her addiction.
Ideally, this should be a group of other health professionals who've become addicts.
Some programs up north specialize in dealing with health professionals.
She won't get that here.
Yeah, but she'll have me here.
Now, that's another discussion.
Listen, Doc, uh, I realize that certain adjustments are gonna have to be made— Enormous adjustments.
Being undercover and out of touch for weeks at a time? Forget it.
She's gonna need you there.
I'll take a leave of absence.
For how long? The drug milieu will always be poison to Theresa.
She has to avoid exactly the people you're paid— [Chuckles.]
To get close to.
There's other departments besides Vice.
You're prepared to make those kind of sacrifices? Doc, the way I feel, uh, yes.
I'm willing to do whatever it takes to— to get her well.
No doubt.
Maybe that's what gave you the strength to bust her.
The bottom line is, you put her medical license in jeopardy.
If she loses it, you're gonna be the one she blames.
I had no choice.
Personally, I think it was very brave.
And professionally, it may have saved her life.
The stress on these physicians rarely diminishes.
Their dependency grows and, typically, they end up disasters.
But that may not be how she sees it.
[Sighs.]
I have to believe that she understands.
It's clear that you love her very much.
Sometimes that makes all the difference.
[Sighs.]
It's got to.
[Gasping.]
My partner buys a suspension, his woman gets leaned on, and I hear you're on 23rd Street flashing first-class tickets.
[Gagging.]
I need an update.
Tonight, sucker! Wyatt's gonna walk tomorrow.
I want my lawyer, man! See him in there! You see him, huh? Huh? Huh? You gotta believe me! [Grunting.]
All I did was give 'em the paper with the address, okay? I swear I ain't had nothin' to do with that explosion, man! Who'd you give it to? Ah, come on! Who'd you give it to, man? Some dude named Arzola, man! Where is he now? L— I don't know, man! He was— He was coolin' out at the Carlyle.
He might've booked by now.
You better hope he's still there.
[Gags.]
Call Crockett, tell him to meet me at the Carlyle.
Rico, he's on suspension.
Call him anyway! Dry out, homeboy.
Three units are on the way.
All right.
Check the back.
All right.
[Tubbs.]
There he is.
[Switek.]
Hey, Arzolal Look out! [Gunfire.]
?? [Man Singing.]
?? [Continues.]
Arzola! We can cut a deal! Look out! [Tires Screeching.]
?? [Continues.]
I pretend I kept one of the surveillance tapes.
I tell Wyatt it'll cost him a pound of heroin.
All you have to do is to tell Rudy to introduce me.
Rudy won't do it.
Rudy won't be a problem.
Then what is it? I've already spoken to Dr.
Chaney.
I'm fully aware that she doesn't approve.
Dr.
Lyons, this is a complicated situation.
You're involved with a detective.
But I'm doing this to try to help him.
But the people investigating him aren't concerned with what you do.
But you've got influence with them.
- Yes.
- Then let's do it.
- Sonny! - I tried to call you.
Yeah.
I know.
Let's talk.
[Chaney.]
You can use my office.
Thanks.
Sonny, I've got it all worked out.
Yeah, I know.
Listen, we're just gonna talk for a second, all right? I'll be right back.
Come on.
We'd have the place surrounded.
She wouldn't even have to wear a wire.
No way.
No way is Theresa going to a meet with Wyatt.
Look, I can virtually guarantee her substantial assistance.
So what? She doesn't have a criminal record.
Come on, man.
Come on, Gordon.
Be honest.
What the hell is she really lookin' at here? Okay, with good representation, probably a couple years probation for passing the information.
At most.
What she really needs is help with her medical license, which you or nobody else can give her.
And no amount of cooperating is gonna do her a damn bit of good.
Yeah, but it might do a lot of good for you.
I.
A.
D.
Hasn't even begun to turn up the heat.
Did Wyatt pay you? Did Wyatt pay Theresa on your behalf? Did you help Wyatt to protect Theresa's professional reputation, Mr.
Crockett? I'll handle them! Look, I don't think you can.
Three cops died in that warehouse, Sonny.
Now, she's giving us a decent shot— probably our last shot— at Wyatt.
Now, you stop us from taking it, everybody's gonna want to see you go down.
What if I give you Wyatt? What if I bring the tape to him? How? You busted him.
He knows you're a cop.
Yeah.
But now I'm a cop with a shaky rep, lookin' to deal for himself.
You've still got one problem.
I mean, even if you could get a meet with Wyatt, you're still on suspension, and I.
A.
D.
Has gotta approve this.
I'll get 'em to approve it.
When is Wyatt gonna be released? The motion for dismissal is probably on my desk right now.
Give me two minutes with Theresa and then set up the meet with I.
A.
D.
You should've let me do it.
Theresa, you don't have to prove anything to me.
But— But look at what I'm doing to your life.
And all I'm doing is dragging you down and down.
Don't say that.
Don't say that.
That's wrong.
Well, I'm nothing.
And I certainly won't be able to practice medicine again.
You don't know that.
Oh, come on, Sonny.
I was arrested.
And the hospital board have already been telephoning me, telling me they've been discussing my suspension.
And if they suspend me, they'll notify the state board.
And then what with my two warnings, I'm gonna be— [Sobs.]
They haven't suspended you yet.
It hasn't happened yet.
And no matter what, we'll work through it, that's all.
Just get better.
Theresa, I love you.
Just get better.
[Quiet Sobbing.]
There'll be a directional mike outside the door at all times.
You'll be able to hear every word that I say to Wyatt.
Wyatt's not my problem.
You're my problem.
Damn it! Don't you see? You got nothin' to lose here.
If I can't get next to Wyatt, nothing changes.
But if I bag him, it simplifies your investigation.
Hell, I'll even paint it that you thought of suspending me just so he'd buy that I was dirty.
You can have the medals.
I just want Wyatt.
I'm handing him over to you.
Anything gets out ofline, I'm coming after you too.
See if Ramos will get us an intro.
[Wyatt On Tape.]
Tell him it's 10 keys, 35 a pop, no negotiation.
It'll be here next week.
Lot of hiss.
After that, it's an easy force down.
What do you want, CD quality? I'm workin' with Yeah.
Hold it.
Ramos connected.
Meet's at Wyatt's in 30 minutes.
We'll be there.
Keys, 35 a pop, no negotiation.
The meet's on, 30 minutes, Wyatt's house.
I'll take it.
[Phone Rings.]
Sonny, there's a Dr.
Chaney on line two.
Says it's urgent.
- Yeah? - She got a call from her hospital board, which I suspect was bad news.
Then a clerk saw her walking towards the parking lot.
There was no answer at her house.
I was hoping she'd gone to see you.
Uh, no.
No, she didn't.
[Sighs.]
Maybe she's in her downtown office.
I'll try her there.
All right.
Sonny, I'll call her.
Look, I'll call her.
You gotta go now.
She's in trouble, Rico.
I'll make sure I find her.
Thanks.
When your man leaned on my lady, she copped a little insurance from my supply.
[Man.]
Look, hey, hey.
Just be cool, all right? [Crockett.]
That's 10 seconds worth on the house.
The rest you'll have to pay for.
He's wound pretty tight, Lieutenant.
I hope he can keep it together.
[Wyatt On Tape.]
Tell him it's 10 keys, 35 a pop, no negotiation.
It'll be here next week.
After that, it's an easy force down.
So you got a tape.
He bought it.
All units, stand by.
[Radio Chatter.]
She O.
D.
'd, Lieutenant.
She's barely breathing.
Stay with her.
You got it.
Theresa O.
D.
'd.
What do you want for it? I'll take the same thing you gave Arzola to do the warehouse.
Is that all you want? It seems fair, since I'm finishin' the job he started.
Who the hell do you think you are? You come on to me— Joey Wyatt? I buy cops like you to clean up after my dogs.
I'll cut your skagged-out squeeze's head off! You don't come on to me! I paid Arzola a hundred grand to do the warehouse, and I didn't even think about it.
You— You wanna sell me this tape? I pay you 300 a week.
We got it.
Everyone, move in! You paid Arzola a hundred grand? [Grunting.]
Come here.
Hey, freeze! Get up against the wall! Against the walll Sonnyl Sonnyl [Man.]
Policel Up against the walll Let's gol Movel Movel Hands behind your back! Tubbs found Theresa O.
D.
'd.
She's at County.
[Beeping.]
[Moans.]
Sonny.
Don't talk.
They say you're gonna be okay.
Mmm.
I messed up.
It's okay.
It's okay.
In consideration of the safety of the community and the heinous nature of the crimes with which you've been charged, bond is hereby denied.
And, counselor, don't waste the court's time trying to get this ruling overturned.
[Gavel Rapping.]
No, please, please.
How come the man of the hour isn't here? He's got other business.
Look, uh, I feel like I owe him a handshake.
You wanna give it to him for me? I'll tell him.
[Sighs.]
There's this, um— this program in Hartford, and— and, um, they— they specialize in treating doctors with, uh, drug abuse problems.
And I was talking to Dr.
Chaney.
And she thinks it's a good idea if you go there.
What do you think? But, Sonny, I love you, and I want to be with you.
Theresa, the last thing in the world that I want is to be away from you.
[Chuckles.]
Hell, all I've been doing every day is thinking and dreaming about what it's gonna be like to be together, just you and me.
God, I love you, Theresa.
But more than anything else in the world, I want you to get well, and that's not gonna happen here.
You've got it all worked out, haven't you? Look, if you don't want to see me anymore, just say it.
Theresa! Theresa! [Crying.]
Please, please, please.
Try to understand.
I do.
I do.
I do.
I do.
That does sound right.
[Sighs.]
I'm gonna miss this, Crockett.
Me too.
[Sighs.]
Me too.
You ready? [Tubbs.]
Yeah.
Just a minute, Gina.
I'll wait for you outside.
Okay.
Look, uh, Sonny, Gina and I are gonna go get some Chinese.
Why don't we, uh— Why don't we bring you some? No.
No, thanks.
I'm not hungry.
Maybe I could just come by, and, uh, you and I can talk.
No.
I'm okay, really.
I'll, uh— I'll call you tomorrow.
Sure.
[Dial Tone.]
[Switek On Walkie-talkie.]
Sonny, you got anything? It's all quiet on this side.

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