Every state has its folklore, tall tales and legends...
But sometimes, there's a darker story.
A tale not so much told as whispered.
No.
Stop, stop, stop.
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They are already here.
Yeah, there sure are. Morning, boys.
Yeah.
- You know what today is, right? - Oh, what's that?
- They know what today is. - Oh, my gosh. Again?
Fun day. Hey, where do you think you're going?
Okay, men. Sarge, can you tell them I can drive sometime?
Can't drive nothing
- See you at lunch. - All right.
- Bye, guys. - Bye.
Gracias.
All right.
- Hey. - Hey.
Hey, come on. Hey, you. Look.
What am I doing?
105 North Avenue.
Behold, be behind the leg, kick.
That's it? No applause?
Back here. Yeah, right here, nice kick, hey, pass.
Come on, time to go.
Hey.
I like baseball.
Check this.
- What's up, guys? - Hey.
Casa Cubano with an Estefan, Sarge.
You know, I spent three days in a raft
to end up with the most obsessed Cuban dude I've ever met.
Ropa Vieja is better at Estefan's.
But the yucca at Casa Cubano.
Enough with the yucca, man.
164, respond.
164, go ahead.
B and E at 9721, Northwest Curve.
Reported a goat and other items stolen.
A goat? That is some Miami shit right there, right?
Some Cuban shit.
Hey, we'll take that.
No, bullshit. It's their call. We took the last one.
Copy us Patch 164, put it on our box. We'll check it out.
Roger 164.
Order me some Ropa vieja.
Ropa vieja.
Hey, what was that all about?
Nothing.
- You okay? - Yeah.
I'm good.
I know.
I'm telling you Casa Cubano is better than Estefan's.
Well, I just want a burger.
There, it's here.
Dispatch, 164 on site. Checkin' it out.
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Don't work like that, kid.
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Great-grandmother. She's up there.
Miami Police.
Where did the kid go?
- No! - Shit.
No!
- Gotta kick it. Ready? - Ready?
Miami Police, we're coming in.
What the hell.
The fuck is this?
Man, did you see?
What the hell, man?
Seb?
Seb, man, you okay?
Sebastian!