
There was a time—believe it or not—when the Miami Police Department was so desperate for cops that they basically hired anyone who had a pulse and could pass a background check that wasn’t too thorough. This was the early 1980s, peak cocaine boom. Miami was the murder capital of America, the streets were soaked in blood and money, and the department doubled in size almost overnight to keep up. Standards? What standards? If you showed up without a visible nosebleed, you were probably in.
And that’s how you end up with the Miami River Cops.
On the night of July 29, 1985, eight men dressed in police uniforms stormed a fishing boat called the Mary C as it unloaded several hundred kilos of cocaine on the Miami River. At first the traffickers thought it was a legitimate raid. Then one of the “cops” shouted “kill ’em,” and everyone realized this wasn’t law enforcement—this was a rip-off with badges.
The traffickers jumped overboard. The raiders didn’t chase them. They didn’t care about arrests. They wanted the coke—350 kilos worth roughly $9 million on the street—and they took it. The next morning three bloated bodies floated up behind Jones Boat Yard. Each man still had $800–$1,000 in large bills in his pockets, designer jeans, jewelry, and guns tucked in their waistbands. They’d been executed.
It looked like another classic Miami drug rip-off. Except the raiders were real Miami police officers. They called themselves “The Enterprise.” History would call them the Miami River Cops—the most notorious gang of rogue cops ever to wear the badge in this city.

Within weeks, ten officers were under investigation. By year’s end, five were arrested. Over the next few years the probe ballooned: more than 100 Miami officers were arrested, fired, suspended, or reprimanded. Twenty were convicted and sent to prison. The scandal didn’t just expose a few bad apples—it showed how deeply the cocaine trade had corrupted the very people sworn to stop it.
The ringleaders and their crew had been shaking down dealers, stealing cash and product, then reselling the drugs themselves. They used police radios, uniforms, and authority to pull off armed robberies disguised as busts. When things went sideways—as they did on the Mary C—they killed to cover their tracks.

The fallout was staggering:
Most of the others served portions of their sentences and faded into obscurity. A few—like one who became a chef—tried to rebuild quietly. But the stain never really washed off.
Alex Alvarez, the Metro-Dade narcotics detective who led Centac 26 (the multi-agency task force that unraveled the ring), still remembers the disgust he felt when he realized the killers were cops.
“I was offended when I learned that they were real cops,” Alvarez told me years later, long after he’d left the force, gone to law school, and become an attorney. “It was a terrible time to be a cop. They made us all look bad.”
The Miami River Cops scandal effectively closed the book on the most violent, chaotic chapter of the city’s cocaine era—the Scarface years, the Miami Vice glamour, the machine-gun shootouts in broad daylight. The bodies stopped floating in the river quite so often. The city slowly clawed its way back from being the murder capital of America. But the scars—and the stories—never really went away.
Now a new documentary from California-based Walker Fitzgibbon, The Miami River Cops: Dirty Water, is bringing the saga back to light. The trailer (embedded above) captures the era’s frenetic energy and moral rot. If you grew up in Miami after the 1980s, or moved here later, this is the backstory you never learned in school: the moment when the line between cop and criminal dissolved completely, and the city had to confront what it had allowed itself to become.
Some things in Miami change. Some never do. But after the River Cops, we at least started pretending the badge still meant something.
Editor’s Note: Originally published in August 2009 and updated in 2026 for clarity while preserving Carlos Miller's storytelling and investigative detail.
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