A colorful cast of residents and visitors to Miami go about their daily activities, both legal and illegal. The police launch speeds across Miami’s Biscayne Bay with officer Nestor Camacho on board. Into the feverous landscape of the only city in the world where people from a different country with a different language and a different culture have taken over at the ballot box. This melting pot is full of hard cases who just won’t melt, damn it. He introduces the Cuban mayor, the black police chief, a wanna-go-muckraking young journalist and his Yale-marinated editor of the Miami Herald, both WASPs who went to Yale; an Anglo sex-addiction psychiatrist and his lovely Latina nurse Magdalena by day, loin lock by night (until lately), and his star patient, a porn-addicted billionaire; a status-addled Haitian professor who thinks he’s really French and wants his pale-skinned daughter, Ghislaine, to “pass” for white (she is the love of Nestor’s life); and her Creole-spouting, black-gang-banger-stylin’ little brother; as well as crack dealers in the ‘hoods. Then there are the clueless collectors who “See it! Like it! Buy it!”, spending tens of millions per minute on de-skilled art at the Miami Art Basel Fair; black drug dealers colliding with Cuban cops; “spectators” at the annual Columbus Day Biscayne Bay Regatta looking only for that night’s annual apr√®s-race orgy; yenta-heavy ex-New Yorkers at an “Active Adult” condo, and a nest of shady Russians.