Sonny’s heroes (excerpt from yet another imaginary Miami Vice screenplay)

Just because I felt like doing it...



EXT. THE DECKS AT A MIAMI BEACH MARINA – LATE NIGHT
M****, the protagonist, 27 and strikingly good-looking (hey, it’s my script!), stands alone on the pier, sitting down with his back leaning against a short mooring wooden column, arms around his legs, chin resting on the cleft between his knees.
He is approached by ONE DADE COUNTY MIAMI DETECTIVE in civilian attire (SONNY CROCKETT, as played by Don Johnson).

SUPERIMPOSE: Miami. Mid 1987.

CROCKETT
So what am I doing here, pal?

M****
(looks away from Crockett; quotes)
”Vocatus atque non vocatus…”

CROCKETT
(smiles to himself)
This bad, eh pal?

M****
Went jogging last evening. Not walking. Not hiking. Jogging.

CROCKETT
Thought ya were supposed not to pull stupid stunts like that.

He lights up a cigarette.

CROCKETT (CONT’D)
So how does it feel?

M**** says nothing for a full minute, keeps staring at the sea in silence.

M****
(looks up at Crockett)
Ever get tired from tilting at so many windmills, Sonny?

CROCKETT
(dismisses the thought with a wave of his hand)
Nyaah. It happens, pal. You played fair and square. Forget about it.

Crocket takes a drag from his cigarette.

CROCKETT (CONT’D)
And look. Way I see it, come the end of the day it’s not about whether your knees feel like jell-o or not, but if you’re still standing regardless of all that crap.

M**** stands up, puts his elbow over Crockett’s shoulder, leans on him. Both of them watch the waves gently bobbing up and down on the darkened ocean below.

M****
(smiles)
So I was watching the news the other day, see, and turns out there’s this museum in Germany with leftovers from the Cold War- it was an East Germany museum back in the day, something like that- and as it turns out they discovered that some huge bundle of bones kept in the attic by Ivan turned out to be the full, complete skeleton of the tallest dinosaur fossil ever. The scientific community is like, reeling.

CROCKETT
(starts giggling)
So whoever gets to win the Cold War anyway?

M****
(laughs)
Paleontology, I suppose. Archeology. Better left off to the History books.

CROCKETT
(laughing out loud)
That’s rich. And we shouldn’t be laughing about it.

M****
(laughing hard, wipes tears off his eyes)
Oh god. No. We really shouldn’t.


Cut to a longshot of the marina at night.
Shot is interrupted; scene freezes.

SUPERIMPOSE: Produced by Michael Mann.

Cut to credits.

The end.