Miami Vice s04e20 Episode Script

A Bullet for Crockett

[Squeaking.]
[Man Singing.]
Now, let me see here.
The deal was that we were supposed to meet and exchange Halliburtons.
Looks like to me you boys are a little light.
The deal was a hundred thousand U.
S.
For five keys of our best crystal rock.
What do you care if it's in his hands or on his waist? I wanna see his hands at all times.
Friskin' your babysitter isn't my idea of recreational therapy.
Just have your man toss the belt here.
Not till you toss the century.
Looks like we've got a Colombian standoff.
Colombia, six.
Miami, two.
I'll put a hundred thousand to win on Miami.
[Hammers Cock.]
[Horns Honking.]
[Tires Screeching.]
[Gunshots.]
[Gunshot.]
I'll look for a back door.
Keep 'em busy.
Rique— Rique— [Speaking Spanish.]
[Spanish.]
- Mendez, freeze! - [Gunshots.]
[Whimpers.]
Get away from him! Move! This is for Rique.
Sonny! [Horn Honking.]
[Man.]
North Shore Hospital, this is Metro Air Rescue Two.
We're en route to your facility at this time with a male patient, approximately 35 years old, suffering from a gunshot wound to the left side of the chest, just above the nipple line.
Blood pressure is 80 over 60 with a pulse rate of 130.
Hang on in there, Sonny.
His respirations are shallow on the left side, decreased breath sounds.
Be advised, North Shore, this is a Metro police officer.
Do you ever think that, Sonny? That there's a bullet somewhere with your name on it? I'm cool.
I'm cool.
Huh? One for you.
One for me.
Let's go together.
Hmm? Huh? Huh? Huh? I'm not impressed, Evan.
Oh, you don't think I'd do it, do you? [Chuckles.]
Oh, Crockett.
Here's one with your name on it.
Do you ever think that, Sonny? That there's a bullet somewhere with your name on it? Any change in the vitals? No, he's holding steady.
Everything's the same as when I talked to you.
Okay.
Lorca-Mendez do this? No, it was his girlfriend.
I want her found.
You his partner? Yeah.
What'd they get him with? .
380 semiautomatic.
- How far? - About six feet.
The bullet hit his badge.
Probably spun the bullet.
It saved his life, at least for now.
Vice, Miami.
I put in 70 miles of drivin' for this little tete-a-tete, Moroto, so you better not be wastin' my time.
It's no waste, Crockett.
I got something I wanna share.
You got somethin' 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.
[Sighs.]
You got 30 seconds before I walk outta here.
Now, what'd you want me for? Payback.
[Laughs.]
We find out how tough you are.
- No! - [Gunshot.]
You two, out of here now.
Wait down the hall.
How's respiration? It's shallow, Doctor.
Okay, let's get his blood pressure.
[Man.]
A.
P.
? [Woman.]
Uh, 130, 120.
[Woman #2.]
We're getting about 80 over 60.
Okay, let's open the I.
V.
's wide up.
Let's go ahead and inflate the mats.
Do it all in compartments.
Let's go.
I want him typed and crossed for six units of blood.
I want two units of O-negative blood now.
Okay.
We're gonna have to go ahead and get him up to the O.
R.
Let's intubate him first here.
Evan! [Gunshot.]
[Gunshot.]
Evan, hang on.
Evan! Now it's your turn.
Sonny.
[Woman Over P.
A.
.]
Dr.
Baker to Surgery, please.
We just heard.
Where is he? He's still in Emergency.
We're waitin' to hear.
Sonny.
Sonny? Hi, there.
Hi.
Open that for me, will you? Great.
What's the occasion? Oh, I just thought you might be in the mood for a little, uh, company tonight.
Good timing.
[Clamoring.]
[Man.]
They say that a cop's been shot.
Can you confirm? That's right.
[Woman.]
What unit? O.
C.
B.
The officer's name? That's all the information for right now.
[Rhythmic Beeping.]
Hemostat.
[Man #1.]
I'll go in and get it.
[Man #2.]
Irrigation, please.
[Man #1.]
I can't see in here.
I need suction.
More.
More.
[Man #2.]
Set me up a suture.
[Man #1.]
Sponges.
There's a fragment.
[Man #2.]
Good.
Now let's close it off.
Give me a Kelly.
That pulmonary's intact.
I need a Kelly.
Let's go.
There you go.
- All right.
Tie this off right here.
- [Man #1.]
Sponge it.
[Woman.]
I'm gonna open this up.
[Man #2.]
Now do a cystic— [Woman.]
His B.
P.
Is bottoming out.
40 over 60.
[Man #2.]
Careful.
We're down by the spine now, so let's go easy.
Pull back a little more.
[Woman.]
I'm gonna need some 4-0 too.
[Man #2.]
Irrigation.
[Rhythmic Beeping.]
[Sighs.]
I shouldn't have let him take Lorca-Mendez alone.
That girl, neither one of us figured— Don't.
You know better than to second-guess.
It doesn't help matters.
[Exhales.]
Yeah.
[Beeping Continues.]
[No Audible Dialogue.]
Are you his lieutenant? Yes, I am.
Dr.
Stillman, chief of surgery.
Has his family been notified? We're still trying to locate his wife.
What are his chances? It's too early to say.
We've repaired most of the major damage, but we'll have to go back in to remove the slug.
Why didn't you get it out the first time you went in? It's just too risky.
The bullet's lodged in his spine.
We're trying to get ahold of a neurosurgeon in Atlanta.
You mean it's a possibility that he may be paralyzed? Our first concern is saving his life.
Beyond that, I can't rule out the possibility of paralysis.
I highly recommend you get in touch with his wife as soon as possible.
[Man Singing.]
Where you goin' first? Memphis.
And then O.
K.
City and North Carolina— South Carolina.
I don't know.
Somewhere.
I'll call you every night.
And I'll see you in New York, yeah? Three weeks from tomorrow.
I know it's different worlds, Sonny, but tell me we can make it work.
Or die tryin'.
[Fades.]
[Woman Over P.
A.
.]
Dr.
Ito to Oncology.
Dr.
Chris Ito to Oncology.
[Woman Over P.
A.
.]
Dr.
Brockman, 4782.
Dr.
Gail Brockman, 4782.
[Engine Revving.]
You beast, you! [Horn Blares.]
[Groans.]
[Tires Screeching.]
[Groans.]
Freeze it! Miami Vice.
Congratulations, pal.
New York.
[Woman Over P.
A.
.]
Code one, stat.
Dr.
Stillman to I.
C.
U.
, stat.
Notify the O.
O.
We're on our way.
What is it? He started hemorrhaging.
There's no time to wait for a specialist.
We gotta go in after it.
[Rhythmic Beeping.]
[Stillman.]
Clamp the bleeders.
More suction.
All right, I see it.
It's right there by the spine.
I'm going in after it.
Dubuque's due in at 8:00 from Atlanta.
He's losing too much blood.
We can't keep him transfused forever.
- We gotta do something.
- You want his life to depend on an airline schedule? Forceps.
Clamp.
I should've called.
I didn't.
I'm sorry.
You're off the street.
You can't do that.
So is this the way the department stands behind me? A few self-appointed community spokesmen raise a little dust, and I'm on my tail for the winter.
Is that the idea? Department cleared you.
So I'm off the hook.
With the department.
- But not with the community.
- Not with yourself, Sonny.
DiLello called you.
What does he want me to say? What do you want me to say? I'd like to see you up there.
I shot the kid.
I shot him.
He may die.
It was my gun.
I can't pull the bullet back in there! And there's nothing that you say or anybody says or— No shrink is gonna change that! You can't run in a closet and lose yourself in guilt.
It's my responsibility.
I'm responsible.
And if it's not me, then who the hell is it? - Who is it? - All right.
The bullet left the gun.
It was your gun.
Your finger on the trigger.
You pulled the trigger.
Now, live with the responsibility.
It's gonna scar you, eat you, burn you inside.
And it should.
But you got work to do that you care about.
People are depending on that.
You got people who care for you, Sonny, like me.
Don't lose yourself.
Gina, did you contact Caitlin? Gina.
I said, did you contact Sonny's wife? [Rhythmic Beeping.]
She's in the air.
She's touring somewhere in Europe.
I left word with her manager.
So she still doesn't know.
See if you can reach her.
Uh, this morning— I mean, yesterday, Sonny and l— We had an argument.
It was some stupid argument about filling out, uh, some kind of form.
Some stupid clerical argument.
If he doesn't make it, it's the last thing he'll remember about me.
[Sobs.]
Hey, okay.
Uh, just let me know when you get some more information.
Thanks.
Look familiar? Yeah, that's her.
What do you got on her? Well, her name's Angel Montepina.
She's 18, a Colombian national.
Her father owns a lot of land down there.
He's also got a private plane.
So, for all we know, he's probably already got her out of the country.
Yeah, we'd better check the airport.
How's he doing? We'll know in a few minutes.
All right.
Yeah.
We were able to stop the hemorrhaging, but the bullet shifted.
We couldn't make a clean pass at it.
It's moved closer to the spine.
No, she hasn't been responding.
Let's change the medication.
Why don't we just increase the dosage? All right.
Let's go to 500 milligrams.
Also, I wanna get a consult.
It's two.
Dykstra? I can't tell.
[Sighs.]
Come on.
Okay.
Here we go.
[Man Singing.]
All right.
[Continues.]
[Tubbs.]
He's gonna lose it.
He's not gonna make it.
Sonny! Watch out.
[Trudy.]
Rico.
How's Sonny? Doctor said we can visit him in I.
C.
U.
And you? I'm okay.
Come on.
[Rhythmic Beeping.]
[Respirator Hissing.]
Sonny, how you doin'? You're gonna get well for us.
Hey.
That's it.
That's why you come out of it, okay? [Engine Revving.]
[Woman Singing.]
Freeze! Miami Vice! How is he? - He's dead, Trudy.
- Dead? You know, I don't know.
I was thinkin' maybe I should've, like— Trudy, stop it.
All that second-guessin' does is mess up your mind.
It makes for fuzzy thinkin', and that'll get you killed.
Last night, you reacted to the situation.
If you stop to think for one second, then you're dead or I'm dead.
Don't listen to those guys.
They weren't there.
We were.
There's nothin' you wouldn't have done differently? No.
There was one play to make, and you made it.
Thanks, Sonny.
I checked with all the airports, double-checked with the F.
A.
A.
And Customs.
And? There's no sign of the girl.
No record of her father's plane either taking off or landing.
And he's usually hangared at Opa-locka Airport, though I don't expect he'd file a flight plan, considering his cargo.
You have any other ideas? Have Opa-locka alert us of any non-registered arrivals and departures.
[Spanish.]
Sonny.
What have they done to you, man? Crockett.
[Spanish.]
Don't give up la lucha, huh? The proper function of man is to live, not just to exist.
Jack London said that.
Hey, I'm sorry, but, uh, I'm not gonna stand around and let a man with his reputation get treated with about as much respect as this live bait.
Hey, this man plunges hisself into the murky waters of the underworld to risk life and limb to try to stem the crime flow and keep us all from drowning in a cesspool of lawlessness, Su-Sussudia.
Forget it, Izzy.
It's all down here in black and white.
Yeah.
All right.
Go on below.
Keys are down there on the table.
Thanks.
On the other hand, setbacks is a very natural part of life, which you gotta be very careful how to respond to.
Lacocca.
[Man Screaming.]
[Growling.]
[Laughing.]
[Spanish.]
La lucha, man.
La lucha.
[Door Opens, Closes.]
[Man Singing Ballad.]
Hey, Lar? Larry? Lar? [Water Running.]
[Continues.]
[Continues.]
Don't worry, man.
He's— He's gonna to be okay.
Good luck rock from Cuba.
[Spanish.]
[Steady Beep.]
You two, out! Out! What kind of rhythm do we have? V- fib.
Let's get him on the board.
Let's roll him.
Here we go.
Defibrillator.
Got it.
Charge.
Ready? Clear.
So, how'd he buy it, huh? He brought down a player, and the guy's girlfriend did it.
You bring her to ground yet? Not yet.
Anybody I know? I don't know.
Here, take a look.
[Woman Over P.
A.
.]
Dr.
Anderson to Maternity, please.
[Sighs.]
Angel Montepina.
Wait a minute! You know her? I know of her.
She's beyond the moral laws of this or any other world.
Let's go, Izz.
I need this one fast.
Let me make a call.
I'll get an address.
Can I use your phone here? It looks like she packed in a hurry.
There's nothin' in her place.
Yeah, I'm— I'm checkin' the airport now.
Yeah.
I'm— [Airplane Approaching.]
Homestretch, my man.
The deal went down smooth as glass.
That's what happens when you know what you're doin'.
Company comin'.
Man, you ain't kiddin'.
They're gonna block the runway! [Crockett.]
Put this bird in the air.
[Machine Gun Fire.]
Cone on.
Come on.
[Man Singing Rock.]
[No Audible Dialogue.]
[Continues.]
[Continues.]
[Siren Wailing.]
[Spanish.]
[Spanish.]
You're under arrest.
How long they been in there, man? Five minutes longer than the last time you asked me.
Almost two hours.
When's Tubbs gonna get here? Didn't I tell you? As soon as he arraigns the girl.
Would you relax? I'm totally relaxed, okay? - [Door Closes.]
- We got it.
He's gonna be okay.
Yes! [Spanish.]
[No Audible Dialogue.]
Indictment of one Angelina Montepina for the attempted murder ofJames "Sonny" Crockett.
Here, Sonny.

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