1:07:01
...who those two black
puta de mierda are.
1:07:05
And I want them lying right here...
1:07:09
...in Mama's garden
in these coffins!
1:07:14
And our mystery finger
belongs to:
1:07:17
Josef Kuninskavich.
1:07:19
He was a lieutenant in a Russian mob.
1:07:22
Owned a couple dozen
Florida nightclubs.
1:07:25
Tapia's starting to knock off
Russian mob bosses.
1:07:29
Got something.
1:07:31
What you got, dickhead?
1:07:33
The computer matches half tones,
gray tones, densities.
1:07:35
Sort of like a visual code-breaking.
1:07:38
Little something I put together.
1:07:40
The shredded papers was a photo.
Some kind of boat. "Dixie 7."
1:07:45
Dixie 7.
1:07:46
- It's registered to a one Floyd Poteet.
- The Poteet brothers.
1:07:51
One of the KKK guys we busted.
You blew his ear off, remember?
1:07:56
Mike, can you teach me
how to shoot people?
1:07:59
Listen to what we got at Tapia's.
1:08:08
The second-in-command is talking.
1:08:10
He's telling him, "Yes, boss. We
found a bunch of fat doe fuckers...
1:08:14
...and we're getting them emptied."
- Fat does emptied?
1:08:17
- The hell does that mean?
- He has a meeting this afternoon.
1:08:22
- You know who I am?
- Name sounds familiar.
1:08:25
Sense of humor. I like that.
1:08:27
Meet me on the sand,
2:00, Shore Club.
1:08:30
- She has no idea. Let's roll.
- Y'all come with us.
1:08:43
I ordered a couple
of Bacardi Mojitos.
1:08:50
Miami.
1:08:52
Okay, zoom in on nine.
A little more audio, please.
1:08:57
So, why don't we take a swim?
Cool off.