All language subtitles for Wiseguy S04 E04 The Gift 1080p AC3 BluRay x264 (1)

(upbeat salsa music)

(upbeat instrumental
theme music)

- [Frank] Previously,
on Wise Guy.

- When it comes to
Senior Guzman, you're
talking about a man

who is like a
saint to my people.

- My father's not gonna
help us get Guzman.

(light instrumental music)

But this will.

It's four years old,

but there's enough in
this to show a pattern.

Names, dates, bank transfers,

the full mosaic linking Guzman's
Banco de la Nueva Havana

to the Medellín drug cartel.

- Why do you come to me now?

- I wanna come back.

Tomorrow.

- I have decided,

I'm putting Michael Santana
up from the airline.

- We need a warehouse
for a one week period

to store a shipment of
special commodities.

- Jefe, jefe, I can find this
place that you want, jefe.

- This does not
concern you, Dagoberto.

- All right, you hit 'em.

- [Captain] Federal
agents, freeze!

- [Fed] Don't move.

- [Captain] The supporter
search pursuant to US customs,

where's your manifest?

- It is all right here, officer.

Manifest, customs, Monetary
Instrument Reports.

It is gold for my
jewelry company.

What would make anyone doubt me?

(upbeat jazz music)

- I was four years old.

They were a Christmas
present from my dad in 1960.

They were smuggled out of
Laconia Prison by a guard.

My mom used to stand
'em up like that,

and say they were racing.

But to me, they
meant more than that.

You see, for years,

they were the only physical
connection I had to him.

I would watch them for hours.

And know that his
hands made them.

He had risked his life

to get these little,

paper horses out to me.

- I don't understand what
you're tryin' to accomplish.

I'm afraid for you, canino.

I don't like this McPike.

Guzman is the biggest
thing we have down here.

He gave your parents and
mine hope when they had none.

(lips smacking)

- Everybody gets a bad
ticket to the races, baby.

Everybody gets to pick a team,

everybody gets to
have a champion,

and that's what
makes the US of A

a bitchin' place to buy records.

- Baby, when I met you, you
were wallowing in despair.

At least I could
understand that.

But, I don't understand
what you are now.

- Pissed off.

I'm finally pissed off.

(upbeat jazz music)

- Pull.

(shotgun firing)

(shotgun firing again)

If you subscribe to my theory
that everything is for sale

and all the pricing
is negotiable,

you might have a chance
to survive in my world.

But there's a terrible price.

- What is that?

- You will be very lonely.

If everything is for sale,

then it follows that
every man can be bought.

If every man can be bought,
then no man can be trusted.

If no man can be trusted,
then loneliness is inevitable.

- Well, men die for
each other in battle.

Women sacrifice themselves
for their children.

There are human relationships
that transcend money.

- Men who die in
battle are heroic,

but foolish.

- Why are you telling me this?

- Because, I sense in
you a different motive,

and I don't know
how to identify it.

- You've known me
since I was 10.

You know I was
always a strange kid.

- I know.

I know you always thought
I used your father.

Si, si, si, si.

That is because, he
lives in a small house,

that he ran my air
carrier service,

you felt that I used him.

But, he and I understood,

we both got something we needed.

He was a brave pilot.

He flew many missions over
Cuba, but he's a romantic.

You and I, we are not romantic.

He still believes and thinks,
which I have come to learn,

do not exist.

- My father and I hardly
speak to each other, anymore.

And when we do, they
hear us blocks away.

- Yeah, I always envied
your father, one thing.

He has a son.

I have no son.

Perhaps I was unable to
produce children. (laughs)

God praise, jokes.

He gave me power and vision,
but he kills my seed.

A seed that needs to be
passed on, like this shotgun.

Was passed on from
my grandfather,

to my father,

and now from my father to me.

It is the one possession

that defies my own theory.

- And why is that?

- This shotgun is not for sale.

Pull, pull!

(shotgun firing)

(shotgun firing again)

- Hey!

Hey, we gotta go!

(boat idling)

Hey, you gotta thug, man!

We gotta stuff to do!

(water crashing)

Hey, you think you
just freeze us out?

- [Guzman] Calm down,
calm down, Dagoberto.

What is it?

- Deal, yeah, just have
Tina send the papers over.

Senior Guzman wants copies
for his files from now on.

Okay, thanks.

The ponytail is Dag's brother,
Cruz, Cuban date from hell.

- Well, they just
don't seem to fit in

with the rest of
the organization.

- But, he's phasing them out.

We're in a kinder, gentler,
business these days.

- Hey, you guys got some
kinda big deal here, eh?

But, I've been a part of this

and nobody's gonna push me off.

(speaking foreign language)

(boat engine revving)

- Alright, Mikey, if you're
gonna play these characters,

I think it's time you leaned
how things work in FBI-dom.

- You about to give me a badge
and an off the rack wardrobe?

- Very funny.

Now, we gotta guy
who sits in a room in

the great state of Oz, and
he's there to make sure

that field operatives don't
get their hair singed.

Here's his number.

And we can do a run
on this guy, Cruz.

You have Ident Number,
it's on the card, there.

We use the book key number
from the local newspaper,

if you wanna send
coded messages.

Now, I'll give ya a manual
on all of this stuff,

including key words

that you use to signify
a crisis situation.

- You're serious about
this, aren't you?

- Oh, I'm dead serious, Mikey.

Guys die doin'
this, all the time.

Sometimes they disappear,
and never come back.

- Like Vinnie.

- Vinnie's missin' in action.

I'm still rootin' for Vinnie.

Now come on, let's
see how it works.

(traffic clamoring)

(phone dialing)

- What's this guy's name?

- Lifeguard.

(phone ringing)

- It is Longs
Bookstore, Art speaking.

- It's the wrong number.

- Give em' the code.

- Ident Number, 8705.

- How you doin', Michael?

This is your very own
Lifeguard, speaking to ya.

Alright, I'm gonna
be your uncle.

Pick a name you like.

- Uncle, Bill.

- Sold!

You get in trouble, you call me.

I'm your uncle
Bill in Boca Raton.

I run Long's Bookstore.

I have a special
on romance fiction,

in case you're interested.

- Yeah, where exactly
are you, Uncle Bill?

- I'm in, get me outta
here, Nebraska, alright?

- You guys should get
this routine on its feet,

take it on the road.

- Oh yeah, well we would,
but I teeter when I walk.

- How's that?

- It's an inside joke.

Okay, you read
those crisis codes,

and call me back a little later.

We'll practice
em' once or twice.

Welcome aboard, Michael.

- Yeah, I'd like to
run me two names,

Cruz and Dagoberto
Machado, Cuban Nationals.

- Yeah, hold on.

I'll be right back.

- Who is this guy?

- He's your lifeline.

He's also a pretty
good mother confessor.

Some guys say he's
their best friend,

and they never even met him.

- You got yourself a real
bottom fish here, Mike.

The Sand Shark.

Cruz Machado, born Havana, Cuba.

Was arrested by the Castro
regime for multiple murders.

Apparently, killed three people
before he was 18 years old.

I guess, he must of wised
off to the wrong guy,

'cause they cut out his
tongue in the Cuban prison.

Now, he was flush
with the Marielitos,

he hid on shores and
began aiding civilians.

If he's around your case,
you give him a lot of room.

This guy is a sociopathic killer

with at least four
skags on this sheet.

His brother, Dag, now I
guess he's a little smarter,

no convictions.

He's been arrested
for several assaults,

but these people tend to forget

what they saw
before they testify.

- Yeah, thanks Uncle Bill.

Wait, Uncle Bill.

- Yes, son.

- [Michael] Nice to meet ya.

- Same here.

(phone ringing)

I gotta go.

I gotta another
nephew callin' me.

- You don't look so good.

- You think Dag's bad,

you should see his brother.
♪ Follow me

♪ And climb the stairs

♪ Love

♪ For sale

(soft instrumental music)

(audience applauding)

- Let go of me!

- [Dag] Oh, he doesn't
understand English,

so good.

(both speaking foreign language)

- How you doin', eh?

- Let her go.

Hey, you don't want to make
trouble with my manito,

because you make me mad,
somebody's gotta die,

he's got no backup, you know.

- Let her go, or
we're gonna find out.

Let her go.

(speaking foreign language)

(sniffs)

- We didn't come to
hear her sing, you know.

We got business.

- I don't want any
business with you.

- How do you know, miha?

Maybe you listen, maybe you
learn something, ah, ah?

- Alright, wait for me
at the table in the back.

(yells in foreign language)

- I like this chick, I think.

But, if she gets angry, you
must sleep with your eyes open.

(speaking in foreign language)

- What do you want?

- You know what I like?

I like John Wayne.

I seen this movie he was in,

where there's this slathron
who's pissing him off.

And he says, "Hey, I
ain't gonna hit you.

"I ain't gonna hit you".

Just like that, you know.

And then he says,
"The hell, I ain't".

And he goes, Pow!

And he hits the spendoraha
right across the mouth.

No warning, he just hits.

You seen this movie, eh?

- You tryin' to talk to me,

or you just have your
brains in neutral.

- Yeah, I know all
about you, man, okay?

You got the good smile,
the good clothes,

talk like you walk, no.

Real smooth, eh?

But you're no better
than me and Cruz.

Are you kidding me?

You guys are at the
bottom of the food chain.

(sniffs)

You stay away from me,

and you stay away from Dahlia.

I catch that maggot,
anywhere around her,

I'll close this shop.

I'll kick your little
butt from here to Tampa.

Okay?

(soft instrumental music)

- Psst.

(Dag sniffs)

Seems to me, it would be pretty
hard to protect everybody,

no?

You'd be running
around like crazy.

Rah, rah, rah, rah,
rah, rah. (laughing)

(sniffs)

My brother and I, we have
certain business problems.

I came over here and I
gave Mr. Guzman everything

that I have.

I protect him from
all his enemies.

But Mr. Guzman, he got real big,

so now he tells me. (speaking
in foreign language)

Why don't you stand
in that toilet?

- So, what are you cryin'
to me for, Dagoberto?

Why don't you complain
to the Welfare office?

- Me and Cruz, we
have other plans.

This is where you come in.

- In what way?

- You've been working
for Mr. Guzman.

Real estate deals, huh?

You ran for him some big
warehouse, somewhere,

and he brings in gold shipments
and stores them there.

- You say so.

- Well, I wanna know
where the warehouse is.

It's pretty easy, no?

You tell me where it is, I
give you 20% of what's there.

That's two million US dollars.

Oh yeah, and the good part
is, that I pay you in advance.

- And if I say no?

(soft instrumental music)

I seen this movie, Richard
Widmark, he's the killer.

You seen this picture?

He has this viejita in
a wheelchair, you know?

And he shoves her
backwards, down the stairs,

whap!
(photo ripping)

You seen this movie? (laughs)

Richard Widmark, he's laughing
at the top of the stairs,

guar, guar, guar, gua.

Pretty tough, eh?

(sniffs)

But my brother
Cruz, look at him.

He never laughs, this guy.

He's got no heart, look at him.

- I need some time
to think about this.

You got a number
where I can reach you?

- We never where
we can be reached.

But, don't worry, we find you.

(sniffs)

You know this girl? (chuckles)

She's very much the kind,
my brother likes, you know?

He cannot speak, so he's
a very demanding jockey.

He likes to ride 'em hard,
and put 'em up wet, this guy.

I seen one die,
already, under him.

- Um hum.

- Go on, see you later.

(sniffs)

Come. (fingers snapping)

(soft instrumental music)

(airplane engine roaring)

(soft instrumental music)

(car doors slamming)

- Pop, you remember
Dahlia Mendez.

- It's a pleasure, senorita.

(crickets chirping)

So, what brings my son,
calling at 10 p.m.?

- Pop, when was
this picture taken?

- Ah yeah, this
was this morning.

That was this, their plane

before I had it wheel
into this hanger.

- Pop, Senor Guzman has
these men working for him.

- Michael, not again, please.

- Listen to me!

Dagoberto, you know who he is.

- He was necessary when
Castro was sending men

to try and kill Amado Guzman.

He needed rough
people around him,

people to protect him
from assassination.

Besides, some of us
believe that Amado

should return in honor and
assume the presidency of Cuba.

He was in constant danger.

Cruz, Dag's brother,
he's a mental patient.

He did time for murder,
he's a Majalito.

- Michael, must we keep
going through this?

- They have
threatened your life,

if I don't commit
a crime for them.

- What crime?

- To steal from
Guzman, gold bullion.

If I say no, your
life's in danger.

(sighs)

I'm trying to protect you.

- This is very kind
of you, Michael.

You warm my old woman's heart.

- Pop, stop it!

- You see how
complicated it gets.

You set out to destroy the
man who pay for your vacation.

And now you sink deeper
and deeper into trouble.

- No, you paid for it!

You hocked your
soul to pay for it!

I bused tables, and
I won scholarships!

Guzman did nothing for it!

This is getting us nowhere.

I don't want you to get hurt.

You want me to walk away
from this, just say so!

- A man can ask for permission
to do what he knows is right.

You must follow your own light,
Michael, as I follow mine.

You may not stop here
for an excuse to quit.

I will tell you what
comes, I always have.

- Guzman says, that
you're a romantic.

That all soldiers are fools.

That nationalism is
dead, that money is king.

Pop, he's laughing at you,

and at all your friends
in Brigade 2506.

(speaking in foreign language)

- I apologize for committing
this sin in front of you.

I hope that we can meet
again, some other time.

- Be careful, Mr. Santana.

Cruz is not right in the head.

- I will be careful.

I promise.

- [Michael] Go, go.

Alright.

(sniffs)

You remember, the night
before you were arrested?

I remember.

I was almost four years old.

We were listening to the guns
in the hills above Havana.

You kissed me, but you said
we'd never say goodbye,

because we're separate
parts of the same thing.

- Yes, we are.

We just don't believe
in the same things.

And thus, my failure
more than yours.

(dramatic instrumental music)

- He loves you.

- Your men are cursed to see
the really high contrast.

All soldiers are no fools.

All lawyers are no liars.

All children are not innocent.

Our lessons.

Take care of my son.

(dramatic instrumental music)

- You told him!

- Yeah, I told him.

Hey, it wasn't up
for discussion.

They were threatening him.

He's my father, he
had a right to know.

You gotta throw a safety
net under this, Frank.

I got loved ones in
the line of fire.

- This just keeps gettin'
better, and better, and better.

We got a killer on the lose.

- You came to me, you
sucked me into this,

now you gotta protect my family.

- I didn't suck
you into anything.

You took my bait, like a 20
pound California Wide Mouth.

You're workin' your
own agenda now.

I'm doin' the best I can,

but I will not be your
emotional scapegoat.

We are compromised on
a lotta levels, here.

Now, I will throw coverage
over your father and Dahlia,

but you lay off,
because believe me,

I am carrying more
guilt than I need.

- Alright.

- Now your next move,
is to tell Guzman

that these two jerks
are after his gold.

That makes you a
very reliable guy.

- That also will blow
a hole in his theory

that everybody's for sale.

- Now all we gotta do is make
sure that anybody sittin'

in the first two rows
doesn't end up dead.

(tape peeling)

(boat horns whaling)

(water rippling)

(shirt tearing)

(boat whistling)

(car engine roaring)

(chicken clucking)

(chicken's feather flapping)

(car door slamming)

(slow instrumental music)

(high intensity music)

- Who did this to you?

(mumbling)

Who?

- Cruz!

- You okay?

(gasping for breath)

(tape ripping)

Did he hurt you, did he cut you?

- He, he--

- It's alright.

- He, he, he, he
didn't say a word.

Nothing.

He just, he just. (crying)

(high intensity music)

(phone ringing)

- Long's Bookstore,
this is Bill.

- Yeah, Ident Code 8705,
you gotta find McPike.

You gotta tell him to
get to my place fast!

- It's a warning, that's all.

He just wanted you to
see how easy it would be.

Alright, I'll have a 24 hour
surveillance put on Dahlia

and your father,

and you have to see Guzman
first thing in the morning.

I'd like to talk to you.

Now, you have to
stay in control.

If you're gonna go crazy, I
have to know, you tell me now.

- I can wait.

Not for long.

- Alright, it's fair enough.

I'm sorry it took me so
long to get the cover down.

- It's okay, she'll get through.

She's tough.

She's quela.

They wanna know the
address of the warehouse.

They threatened my
father and my girlfriend.

They wanna steal the gold.

- Did they offer
you money, as well?

- 2 million dollars,
in cash, up front.

How do you want me to play this?

- Play the long.

I will tell you what to say.

If Dag and Cruz are
planning to steal from me,

maybe there are others.

Maybe the cancer goes
deeper than the two of them.

Bring them along,
give them the address.

I will tell you what to say.

- What about the gold?

- We'll move it sooner.

Michael.

You have surprised me.

Most men would not stand
up to such a threat,

or resist the money.

- Well, don't make
too much of it.

I don't like being threatened.

Or maybe, I'm just another
fool, like my father.

Or a romantic, like the
men in Brigade 2506.

- The difference is,
you did it for me.

We'll do great things together.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

He has passed the test.

Finally, I found one man,

I can trust.

(heels clicking)

- Your brother kidnaps my
girl, breaks into my house,

decapitates a chicken, spills
blood all over the place,

is he trying to get my
attention or just piss me off?

- He's got a strange sense of
humor, you know. (laughing)

Here ya go, man, I'll
give you some money.

You fix up your place, okay?

- I don't want that!

- You know, I seen this
movie, where this Nazi,

he's got Dustin Hoffman
strapped in a dentist chair,

and he's grinding his
teeth off with a drill.

Now, me, I got a
guy like that, man.

I gotta much better place to put

that drill than in his mouth.

- I'm not a guy you wanna
fool around with, okay, Dag.

I'm not above violence, Lucius.

Now, you keep Cruz
outta my sight.

If I catch him near my
girlfriend or my father again,

I'll kill him.

You got it?

(wind blowing)

- You know, I do the best I can,

but a Cruz is hard to figure.

I give him orders, but he hates
orders worse than sunshine.

You're not such a good guy.

Try to make a deal with you,
try to make you a rich man,

you go to Guzman and
you tell him everything.

That wasn't very nice.

You thinking, how does
this piece of puke know

what I'm tellin'
Mr. Guzman, right?

- I'm listenin'.

- It was a test, okay.

The whole thing is a test.

It's like in the
Treasure of Sierra Madre,

when Walter Huston--

- Cut the crap!

I wanna movie review,
I buy a paper.

What test?

- Me and Cruz were sent
to tell you that, okay.

So now, Mr. Guzman thinks
that you're pretty great.

That's good for you,
put's you in good shape.

- Test.

- But that still don't
change how it is for me!

Because I'm still
in that toilet.

So I'm thinking, maybe
this is a good idea, no.

'Cause maybe me,
and you, and Cruz,

we steal the gold anyway.

Same deal, you get 20% up front,

you just tell us the address
of where the warehouse is, eh?

- I turned that down once,

what makes you think I'd
go along with it this time?

- Seems like I gotta keep
giving you pictures, eh?

I didn't get the
focus right on some,

but they still tell
a good story, okay.

See that funny guy,
growing through his hair?

There's a federal name, McPike.

Took me two days
to figure it out.

(speaking in foreign language)

You playin' Mr. Guzman
off to the G, uh?

But, if I show him
these pictures,

you're gonna turn from a
prince back to a Havana banana.

So, what do you say, uh?

We gonna do business,
Mr. Big Deal?

(wind blowing)

- Yeah, we're gonna
do some business.

- They were tailin'
you, Santana!

If I was workin'
with a trained agent,

this would have never happened.

- I love that.

- Oh, I get it, oh
yeah, it's my fault.

Let me tell you something,

I've been dealing with you
like you're a civilian.

I have to be more careful.

You and I, both have to be
more careful from now on.

I'm gonna start settin' up
secret meetings with you.

- So, what am I supposed to do

with these two
college graduates?

- You go ahead and give
them the transportation plan

for the bullion.

Are they still pullin'
it out down river?

- Yeah, tonight.

There's an armored car
doing a fake pickup,

then the bullion
leaves on a tugboat,

called the Elizabeth Ann.

At ten o'clock it
heads down river.

Dag wants me onboard.

They're gonna be on the
Third Street Bridge,

they're gonna jump on the
boat as it passes under,

take the boof and
the rent-a-cops,

and I'm supposed to
get pushed overboard.

- Alright, we'll
have you covered.

We'll make it look like
a normal customs stop,

but you be careful
with these guys.

They love wet work.

- That's alright,
I love the water.

Talk to you later.

(phone slamming)

(water rippling)

- It is time to get out of here.

Michael, you're in charge.

You know where to go.

- Yes.

(boat engine roaring)

(water crashing)

- The head's goin' down at
the Third Street Bridge.

- That's about two miles
further down the river.

(car slowing)

(doors slamming)

(boat engine roaring)

(slow suspenseful
instrumental music)

(guns firing)

- [Frank] Alright, hit it!

(suspenseful music continues)

- Okay, okay, let's unload the
gold, let's unload the gold!

(speaking in foreign language)

Let's go!

Come on, come on!

Cops, cops, open
fire, open fire!

(machine guns firing)

(upbeat instrumental music)

- We need air cover.

We're takin' machine gun fire

from a small freighter about
100 yards south of the bridge.

(machine guns firing)

Abort, abort the plane,
where's the helicopter?

(speaking in foreign language)

(upbeat instrumental music)

- [Dag] Don't shoot him.

(gun fires)

- Ahhh!

(water splashing)

(upbeat music continues)

- Come on, they're gettin' away!

Come on boys, where's the
plane, where's the helicopter?

(car engine revving)

I lost em'.

(slow instrumental music)

- I had a man aboard,
Michael Santana, where is he?

- He's gone, he was kidnapped.

- Are you in charge
of this investigation?

- Temporarily, I understand

you were shipping gold
bullion on this thing?

- That's correct.

- Sort of a stupid way to
transport that kinda cargo,

isn't it?

- The plan was approved
by our insurance carrier.

I'm very concerned
about Santana.

- Well, according to
the Burn's guards,

he tried to keep 'em
from killing this one.

He was hit in the head
and knocked unconscious.

That's all they could tell us.

What's wrong, ma'am?

- I'll wait in the car.

(boats whistling)

(car starting)

(crying)

(phone dialing)

- I want you to hold
up yourself, please.

Guzman, tell the switchboard

I'm expecting a call
from Dag Machado.

I'm headed back to my office.

I don't want this
call to be fumbled.

Make sure I get it, clear!

(tires screeching)

- There's a man that's
in an awful big hurry.

(crickets chirping)

- Hello, Senor Blair!

(speaking in foreign language)

Ah, don't worry about him.

He's in therapy.

- Look, I don't want
no trouble, Dag.

You said, no trouble.

- You're the one with
the nuclear habit, okay.

I don't fix it, you'll be
josin' up and down Highway One.

Come on.

- I don't want trouble,
you said nobody would know.

- Look, I got a know
what it's worth, okay.

18 carat, 24. (speaking
in foreign language)

Here. (speaking in
foreign language)

(gasping)

- This isn't gold.

It's lead!

(laughing)

- Oh my god, oh my god.

(knife scratching)

Done. (speaking in
foreign language)

- What happened, Dag?

You gotta hand it to Guzman.

He suckered you into
stealing $100 worth of lead,

and gets paid back by his
insurance on 10 million in gold.

- Where does it
leave you, man, huh?

You still hanging from this
chain, bleeding, amigo!

- Well, maybe we can
make a deal, huh?

- He had a big, gray,
five gated stallion.

El Diabolo, the
perfect horse for him.

My father was shot in our villa

above Havana in our courtyard.

The gray stallion
rearing and kicking,

charging out into the courtyard.

El Diabolo kicked one
of Castro's captains

back through the fence.

The man swung, and fired,
bringing the horse down.

Screaming on top of
my father's dead body.

They died.

Almost in the same moment.

Many things masquerade
as pure love.

I've learned to be
very suspicious.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

- [Dag] Senor Guzman?

- Yes.

- You're a very clever man.

You give us this idea,
I know, this test.

You know we will try it anyway,

but you have switched
the bullion, huh?

A very clever man.

You collect from the
insurance, and we have nothing.

- You have Santana?

- Cruz is going to kill Santana.

He wants to beat him to death.

You will listen to him die.

I'll hold the receiver close.

You can hang up, or you
can listen, I do not care.

(speaking in foreign language)

(fist punching)

(Michael groaning)

- No, no, stop.

(speaking foreign language)

I don't want him
hurt, I will pay.

- Okay, how much?

- [Guzman] Two million dollars.

- That's not enough.

- That's all I've got.

And it is clean money.

This is the price, or I hang up.

- [Dag] Okay, you know where
I left my bull last summer?

- [Guzman] Yes.

- [Dag] You meet me there,
in less than an hour.

- [Guzman] I need more
time to get the money.

- [Dag] Less than an hour!

(paper printing)

- You call it in at
2354 Santiago Drive.

- Right, that's on the
beach near the marina.

(tires screeching)

- 2354 Santiago Drive, you
don't stop for the lights.

(tires peeling)

(high energy instrumental music)

(slow instrumental music)

I'm gonna get back into
this thing any minute now,

I know it.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

- Jefe, maybe you think
you made a mistake

about the way you treat me, eh?

(speaking foreign language)

Okay, let's see the money.

Vam!

(speaking foreign language)

(intense instrumental music)

(briefcase lock clicking)

- Monito.

(gun firing)

(gun firing again)

(slow instrumental music)

- Don't say anything,
we'll talk later.

They were always
enthusiastic, but careless.

(music intensifying)

- I'm afraid, I don't
really understand.

- I never switched anything.

That was lead bullion,
when it arrived.

- But, you pay taxes
as if it was gold.

- You will come to
learn these answers

to all these questions.

My business is a good
deal more complicated

then it appears on the surface.

I thought you might like this.

- This is your fathers.

- And now, it is yours.

- I can't be your son.

I already have a father.

(crickets chirping)

- Michael, your father
will always be your father.

I would never try
and change that,

but he is man for a campfire.

He comes from a simpler time.

He didn't of even come
to learn about the value

of his son, like my father.

Like yours, they always dealt
with politics or polemics.

They talked.

It's a different world.

You and I will not talk.

We will deal with power.

My gift to you.

You have stirred ashes in me,

which I thought
were cold, long ago.

I'm not sure I like
the way it feels.

(upbeat jazz music)

(phone dialing)

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

- [Michael] Soyo, Pop.

- Si, a ca pasa?

- I just wanted to tell you that

I've been thinking
about you, that's all.

- You wake me up at two
o'clock in the morning,

just to tell me that?

- I love you, Pop.

- I love you too.

(jazz music continues)

- I'll call you in
the morning, okay.

(phone slamming)

(upbeat jazz music continues)

(upbeat instrumental
theme music)

(upbeat instrumental music)