The Hapless Hooker Goes To Miami
Trudy and Detective Gina Navarro Calabrese are trying to track down this mysterious Roxanne, so you know what that means -- time to don the hooker garb, ladies. Sadly for Roxanne, someone else is looking for her, too, and he's not nearly as concerned with law-and-order as are Trudy and Gina. The young tough grabs Roxanne and shoves her into a waiting Mercedes. The young tough is in such a hurry to make off with Roxanne, he does not notice that she dropped her wallet and that it contains what looks to be a key for a storage locker. Ah, but eagle-eyed Gina notices -- don't let the hooker get-up fool you, folks.
The young tough has delivered Roxanne to a very young, very agitated Wesley Snipes, who is angry either about the turn his career has taken since To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything, Julie Newmar or that Roxanne is passing around vials of 100 percent pharmaceutical coke. My guess is it's the latter, though the former would be understandable as well. "Don't hurt me," Roxanne says. "You hurt me," Wesley snipes spits back, and it's true that no one ever considers the pimp's feelings in these sorts of confrontations. "Now I gotta worry about Carla being all jammed up, putting all my stuff out on the streets." Unfortunately for Wesley, he's too wrapped up in outlining how hard it is out there for a pimp to notice that Roxanne has produced a straight-edge razor blade. Unfortunately for Roxanne, she's not too skilled at wielding one -- she only manages to give Wesley Snipes a nick that he could probably take care off with a little torn-up piece of toilet paper. That's not going to stop him from cutting her up with a switchblade, however. No one makes Wesley Snipes bleed his own blood!
Back at Vice HQ, Lt. Castillo tosses a badge down in front of...Bill Paxton? (Okay, I gotta stop being surprised every time he appears onscreen. This is, like, his third scene already.) "Nobody meant it to happen," Bill Paxton is saying about his cop-hooker romance with Carla. "We just fell in love." Castillo's less interested in Bill Paxton's love life and more interested in how his hooker friend came to be in possession of a vial of pharmaceutical cocaine; Bill Paxton reiterates that the stuff is his and he got it from an informant as part of an ongoing investigation. Castillo murmurs that he'll have to read the file, and skulks off -- give that man an Emmy! As if Bill Paxton isn't facing enough trouble right now, he finds himself alone in a room with Crockett, who wants to have a little heart-to-heart. "You're not fooling anyone," Crockett says. "My word against hers," Paxton replies. "No, it's your word against mine," Crockett says. "And I know what I saw. Your story is bogus." Bill Paxton is unmoved by Crockett's show of bravado. Maybe if he weren't wearing that turquoise blazer, he'd be a lot more intimidating.