All language subtitles for Wiseguy S04 E05 La Mina 1080p AC3 BluRay x264 (1)

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- [Narrator]
Previously on Wiseguy.

Jose Martinez-Gacha.

This is a warrant
for your arrest.

- It's settled.

This policeman had brutally
beaten the informant

in order to obtain the
defendant's whereabouts.

The warrant is
therefore vacated.

(gavel bangs)

This case is dismissed.

I will also recommend
that U.S. Attorney Santana

be removed from the Justice
Department and disbarred.

- I always envied
your father one thing.

He has a son, but I have no son.

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

But I've been a part
of this, and nobody's

gonna push me off.

- [Man] Maredito trash.

- You don't really seem to
fit into the organization.

- But he's phasing them out.

- [Man In Gray Jacket] Seems
to me it would be pretty hard

to protect your
father all the time.

- If you say so.

- Well, I want to know
where the warehouse is.

- And if I say no?

- Wop.

- They have threatened your life

if I don't commit
a crime for them.

- What crime?

- To steal from
Guzman, gold bullion.

- Did they offer
you money as well?

- $2 million in cash.

- Give them the address.

We will see.

(rapid gunfire)

- Okay, okay.

Let's unload the gold,
let's unload the gold.

Get him in the boat, vamos.

- This isn't gold.

It's lead.

- Gone.

- I don't want him hurt.

I will pay.

- Okay, how much?

- $2 million.

- Monito.

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

- [Guzman] Finally I
found one man I can trust.

(light music)

- Eldorado.

This is why our people came
to Cuba from Spain, Miguel.

Do not let historians fool you.

It was not for God or for glory.

It was for gold.

For six generations,
my family used it help.

We would compensate for
nature's, let's say cruelties.

Our gold made them beautiful.

It is the base metal
that all humans crave,

the stone that burns.

- Well, forgive
me, Senior Guzman,

when it comes to you
usually I don't question,

but I can't believe
you brought me here

at 6:00 a.m. for
a lesson in metal.

- No, I called you here for
a lesson in transportation.

- Excuse me?

- The ancient art of alchemy.

It was the basis for
all modern chemistry.

For centuries, men
with pointed hats

sat in dark little rooms, and
tried to turn lead into gold.

For 2,000 years, they
failed, until now.

You see this gold ingot
weighs exactly one kilo.

Last night, our chain
of jewelry stores

bought 800 of these
for $10 million.

But, as you can see, it
is virtually worthless.

- I don't understand.

- I have devised a system
for transportation.

We take dirty money and we
change it into clean money

with gold plated lead.

I call it La Mina, the mine.

The money comes from the sale
of certain pharmaceuticals,

marketed by our
clients from Medellin.

Once a day, a courier visits
each of our jewelry stores.

On an average day, they
bring $50,000 in cash

to each of the
stores in our chain.

- [Miguel] 20 stores, that's--

- [Guzman] $1 million a day.

I told you it was a
goldmine, did I not?

The manager of
each jewelry store

then makes a trip to
the bullion exchange.

He uses the cash from
the drug transaction

to buy ingots of gold,
tens of thousands

of dollars worth
of gold every week.

Incidentally, we also
control the bullion exchange.

Once this austensively
legal transaction,

the purchase of
gold, takes place,

the bullion exchange
deposits the money with us,

here, at the Banco
de la Nueva Habana.

Now the money is clean,

the legitimate profit
of the bullion exchange

from the sale of gold to
a jewelry store chain.

After the money is
deposited, we wire it

to accounts in offshore banks
held by our Medellin clients.

Banks, that I hasten to say
are beyond the subpoenas

of U.S. Law Enforcement.

- [Michael] What happens
to the so-called gold?

- [Guzman] Oh, that
is the best part.

Since it is worthless,
we simply bring it back

to our bullion exchange
for the next cycle.

Occasionally, our
couriers are careless,

and we have to touch
up the gold plate.

Otherwise, our cost
for this transaction

is practically zero.

- So, what's your
cut in all this?

- For cleaning the money,
four points off the top.

We get another one
percent in bank processing

and wire fees, but that is not
how I got to the 40th floor.

You see, at any given
time, our clients

have upwards of $100
million in the laundry.

- I thought you said you
wired it to offshore accounts

as soon as the money came in.

- In due time,
Miguel, in due time,

but when it comes to banking,
there are often delays.

- Meanwhile, you're
sitting on top

of a tenth of $1 billion
in liquid assets.

- Which this time, your Hillary,
has invested brilliantly.

- Hillary knows that
it's drug money?

- No, no, no, no.

She believes that she's
managing the portfolio

for an enormous pension fund.

So far, she has used
the cartel's money

to make a fortune in
quick kill investments.

- Well, any man who can get
rich off the cartel's money

has to have the courage
for quick kills.

Who's our Columbian client?

- At this time, it is
better for you not to know.

The drug war is
still heating up,

and our client has
been on the run

for several weeks now.

- Does that mean you'll
have to shut down La Mina?

- Not for months.

There are tons of
cocaine in the pipeline.

The caster comes in.

We turn the lead into
gold, and get richer.

Transportation, Miguel.

The stone that burns.

(somber piano music)

♪ I'm a fool to want you

♪ I'm a fool to want you

♪ To want a love
that can't be true ♪

♪ A love that's there
for others, too ♪

♪ I'm a fool to hold you

♪ Such a fool to hold you

♪ To seek a kiss
not mine alone ♪

♪ To share a kiss
the devil has known ♪

♪ Time and time again
I said I'd leave you ♪

♪ Time and time
again I went away ♪

♪ Then would come the time
when I would need you ♪

- Hey, Mike.

For you.

- Yeah?

- Boy, I hope you didn't
order the raw con pollo.

- [Michael] Why not?

- The chicken's still alive.

- Where the hell are you?

- Excuse me.

I'm waist deep in picante sauce.

Just get in here, will ya?

♪ It must be wrong

♪ But right or wrong
I can't get along ♪

♪ Without you

(audience applauds)

- Alright, what was so
important that I had to leave

the wonderful vibrator
bed at the motel?

- You were right.

He is laundering drug money
for one of the cartel members.

- Which one?

- He wouldn't say.

But, I think I know
how to smoke our client

out of the jungle.

- Where you going?

- I told you, I got a plan.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I don't work a single here.

Now, you either spill
it, or I'm gonna

get myself another operative.

- Oh right, another
guy who's stupid enough

to get a hair's
breath away from a man

who's cheating the
Medellin cartel.

Look in the Yellow
Pages under psychotic.

(slow jazz music)

Look, I gotta run
out for a while.

I'll be back.

- You promised me you
wouldn't see her after hours.

- So, I'll keep my eyes
closed while I'm there.

Look, how many times
do I have to tell you?

I love you.

There's no one else.

This is business.

- Don't take me for
granted, Miguel.

- Baby, the only thing
I want to take you for

is a long ride on a fast
boat when this is over.

Okay?

♪ I'm a fool to want you

♪ Pity me, I need you

♪ I know it's wrong

♪ It must be wrong

♪ But right or wrong
I can't get along ♪

♪ Without you

- You know, I remember that
skyline when I was a kid.

The Day Bank, one
or two high rises,

the hotels on Collins.

Now look at it.

Tower after tower of
curtain wall glass.

Nine out of 10 of them banks.

Where do you suppose all
the money comes from?

- Wealthy investors?

Offshore interests who saw
America as a safe haven?

- Yeah, wealthy investors,
the kind who use chainsaws

to close business deals.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm talking about the money
Guzman gives you to invest.

It's dirty.

It's black.

- That's ridiculous.

I'm managing the portfolio
of a pension fund.

- Only it's the pension
fund of Mr. Guzman.

You're buying grain
futures with money

from the Medellin cartel.

- This jealousy thing
between you and Guzman

has gone way too far.

I would like to go home now.

- Okay, well I want
to show you something.

See that?

- [Hillary] What is it?

- This is part of
that gold shipment

that Guzman had us
jumping through hoops for.

Ever see gold break before?

- This is--

- Lead, right.

He's using it to wash
the cartel's money.

Your profits from the
market are derived

from the sale of poison
to high school kids.

Cocaine, Hillary?

That's what your glass
tower is built on.

- But I still don't--

- What, believe me?

Try losing money.

- What?

- Start making some
bad investments,

and see what happens.

See who comes to
call in the note.

I guarantee it won't be the
manager of some pension fund.

(alarm rings)

- Derrick, yeah I know it's
early, but I just had a hunch.

I want you to sell
25,000 future contracts

on winter wheat.

I have seen the Ukraine
harvest projections.

Don't argue with me.

Just do it.

(phone rings)

- Shirley's Temple,
Shirley speaking.

- It's time to move in,
Operation La Mina, Part Two.

- You know, Mikey,
when we started this,

as I remember I was in charge.

- Remember what I said.

Either you trust
me on this, or you

go to your phone book and
you call Psychotics R Us.

There's the courier
from Guzman's

money laundering operation.

They call him the Albino.

(speaks Spanish)

- [DEA Agent] King
here is a sled dog.

He always knows
where the snow falls.

(speaks Spanish)

- You better be right, Mikey.

You damn well better be right.

- The lab analysis
showed residue of cocaine

hydrochloride on 90%
of the cash seized.

- Your honor, the
motion to suppress

speaks for itself.

The government in its
flack jacket at Valkyrie's

grabbed my client off the street

on the word of a
confidential informant.

Now, I don't want to test
your patience, judge.

Admittedly, this man
is a predicate felon.

If he steps off on
this one, you're gonna

lock him in a box for
the rest of his life.

Stakes are high.

We therefore request
that the government

come forward with the
identity of this so-called CI.

- No way, your honor.

- Mr. Mendoza, kindly instruct
your colleague to keep quiet.

- If we give up the
name of this informant,

he's a dead man.

We're dealing with
the Medellin cartel.

- They're asking you to
weigh my client's liberties

against the word of a phantom.

- Your honor, under
McRae verses Illinois,

the Supreme Court
held that the identity

of a confidential
informant was not necessary

on the issue of
guilt or innocence.

- But only after the
court was convinced

through other testimony that
this informant was reliable.

We petitioned the
government for a list

of other cases where
this informant's word

led to convictions.

They gave us nothing.

- Is this true, Mr. Mendoza?

- I'm afraid so, your honor.

- Your honor, you cannot
let this man walk.

He's a courier for a
multi-million dollar

money laundering operation.

It's so big, they
call it La Mina.

(gavel bangs)

- What about it, Mr. Mendoza?

If there's no way to gauge
your informant's reliability,

you've got no probable cause.

Are you willing to produce
this man in open court?

- We are signing this
man's death warrant.

- Sit down.

- I'm afraid not, your honor.

- Then I hereby order
the evidence suppressed.

This case is dismissed.

(gavel bangs)

- [Mendoza] Not what
you wanted, Frank?

- You bet that's what I wanted.

Andrew, we just launched
a nexus head missile.

- [Airport Announcer]
Pan Oceanic Airlines

announces the arrival
of flight 235,

nonstop service from San Juan.

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- [Woman] This just arrived.

It says your Uncle
Bill in Boca Raton.

- Thanks.

- Sure.

(whistles)

(speaks Spanish)

- Did you not look at the
Soviet harvest projection?

- Yes, I looked and I didn't--

- Then why did you sell?

- [Hillary] Because
I thought that--

- You thought.

We are down 11.9, and the market

has only been open three hours.

- I know that, Amo.

This is our first big hit
since I've had the portfolio.

I'll bring it back.

We'll recover.

- You have disappointed
me, Hillary, period.

- [Hillary] I said
I'd make it up.

- Make it up, make it up.

$12 million.

Perhaps Santana
should get the chance.

- Sounds like you've
already made up your mind.

- Listen, I did not put
this fortune together

by misjudging talent.

I need to know that I made
the right choice with you,

but the clock is ticking.

- What clock?

Where is all this
pressure coming from?

- You have just
lost $12 million.

Not pressure enough?

Just get my money back or else.

- What?

- I will be forced
to make other plans.

- Why didn't you tell
me what your little plan

to trash the fund
was really all about?

- Shh.

What are you talking about?

- I did what you said,
sold short on winter wheat

and we took a hit for
almost 12 million.

Now Amo wants to put you
in charge of the fund.

- Oh, and you think I--

- You ruined me once
before, Michael.

God, I was a fool to trust you.

- We can't talk here.

Come on, let's get outta here.

- What?

Look, I just risked my job
because you kept insisting

Amato Guzman was
dirty with drugs.

Well, I did what you
asked, and all I've got

to show for it is a bleeding
hole in my pension fund.

You haven't given me a
single shred of evidence

linking this man with
either money laundering

or the drug cartel.

- What's wrong with my word?

- You'll forgive me
if I let that go by.

- Nice.

It's the case, right?

Always goes back to the case.

Do you have any idea
what I went through

after that drug dealer walked?

- Sorry, but I was a little busy

trying to reconstruct my career.

- It's not about the disbarment.

It's about all that poison
that I was responsible for.

- What are you talking about?

- Martinez-Gacha, remember?

After the dismissal, he
went back to Columbia.

Within three months, his
coke shipments doubled.

So, every time I pick up a paper

and read about some
high school OD,

every time some gang
banger blows away

a ten year old kid in
Overtown, I feel it

cause I'm the guy who put
him back on the street.

- What has this got
to do with Guzman?

- Maybe nothing, but he
didn't get his own tower

by selling gold chains.

Nobody gets rich that fast.

- That is pure supposition.

You're just fishing.

- Yeah?

Well I've been watching him,
chasing the paper trail,

monitoring his
offshore accounts.

Guess what.

Everywhere his money turned up,

there was a little
snowman nearby.

- If you had all that, why
didn't you go to a grand jury?

- I was about to when
the judge shut me down.

- So, what do you want me to do?

- Go back in your office,
and keep losing money.

This is all gonna break soon.

If I'm wrong, you're never
gonna have to see me again.

But, if I'm right.

(dramatic music)

It's down another $2 million.

Anything from your end?

- Nada, we've had customs
double teaming passport control.

There's not a trace of
cartel activity in Miami.

But, really, Mikey.

- What?

- You didn't expect your client
to use a passport, did you?

- Well, he's gotta
show somewhere.

They're turning the
screws down in Bogota,

seizing the cartel's assets.

Whoever this guy is,
he's gotta stay liquid

if he wants to run.

- Who says he's
gonna run to Miami?

- Willie Sutton.

- [Frank] Who?

- Don't you remember
what Willie Sutton said

when they asked
him why rob banks?

- No.

- He said he robbed
banks because that's

where the money was.

- Goodbye, Mikey.

(woman screams)

(indistinct speech)

- What happened?

- These men came in with guns,

and two of them pushed into
Senior Guzman's office.

- Is he in there alone?

- No, Miss Stein is with him.

(speaks Spanish)

- What's going on here?

- [Martinez-Gacha]
Shut up and sit down.

- [Michael] Martinez-Gacha.

Could have been anybody
in the cartel, Amato.

This is your client?

This scum, this killer.

- What's he doing in here?

I want my money.

Where's my money?

- Michael, Michael,
I'm so sorry.

- Where is he?

- He's in with Guzman.

Look, I had no idea.

- Is there a guard
outside the door?

- Yeah, the same
one that hit you.

You have got to believe me.

I didn't--

- Look, if you hadn't taken
those hits in the fund,

we'd have never pulled
Gacha into Miami.

- This was all
some kind of plan?

- Yeah.

- Who's we?

- I'll tell you later.

- Long's Book Store,
this is Bill speaking.

- Yeah, Bill, I just
checked out the score

in the Pan American Games.

It's Columbia
four, U.S. nothing.

- Yeah, who's in at quarterback?

- One Jose Martinez-Gacha.

- I'm impressed.

What do you need, kid?

- Interference.

If I don't get some
heavy blocking, Bill,

I'm gonna be out of this game.

- Don't worry, my
nephew, you're covered.

- Thank you, sir.

(mysterious music)

(camera clicks)

(speaks Spanish)

(mysterious music)

- Now you really don't care

about your blood
pressure, do you?

You see these media noches.

They're just full
of cholesterol.

- You got no probable cause.

- How about illegal
use of tight pants.

(grunts)

- I want to speak to my lawyer.

- Why do you want to
speak to your lawyer?

Martinez-Gacha's
in town, and Guzman

wants to drop a dime
on you for La Mina.

- I never gave up La Mina, man.

Besides, you're lying.

There's no way Martinez-Gacha
would come here.

No way.

- You know, I don't know
how to break this to you,

but this picture was
taken about an hour ago.

The man is in town.

He is very, very angry
at you because you're

wasting his money.

The way I look at it, you
only have one way to go.

- You tell me why my
intelligence from Columbia

is better than yours in Miami.

Tell me that.

- How should I know.

I don't understand it myself.

- La Mina, your federales
are onto La Mina.

I think I know how.

- Perhaps La Mina got careless.

- No, they had an informant.

I trust you with $100 million,

and I come pack to
find this stinking

pig fed in your office.

- Santana?

This is impossible.

- [Martinez-Gacha] Tell me why.

- Because he's loyal.

He had a chance to sell
me out for $2 million,

but he would not.

He knows he's the heir apparent.

There is no way he
would risk all this.

Besides, he hates the feds.

- You're forgetting
one thing, Amo.

He also hates me.

- He had no idea it was you.

Look, after 60 years, I
can look into the eyes

of a man and tell
what he's feeling.

When Michael Santana
walked through that door

and saw you, he was in shock.

(speaks Spanish)

- Another arrest?

- It was not an arrest.

Tomas says he went into
witness protection.

(laughs)

- You see, Jose?

Santana is loyal.

It was in his eyes.

The eyes never fail me.

- What does it matter?

The cherry is already broken,
and the blood's pouring out.

I want my money.

- How much?

- All of it, $100 million.

I'll take five in cash.

You can wire the rest.

It's a list of numbered
offshore banks.

They'll expect it
within the hour.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

$100 million?

I'm going to need some time.

- What?

Our deal was liquidity.

As soon as you made
those deposits,

that money was
supposed to go out.

Now where is it?

- After they grabbed the
Albino the first time,

I took the precaution
of moving the money

to various local banks.

You said yourself the
feds were closing in.

- Alright then, how long?

- 48 hours.

- You've got 12.

- Alright, 24.

Look, a flurry of wire transfers

might spook the authorities.

We have to assemble
this very carefully,

block by block.

- You've got one day, Amo.

If all of my money isn't
on its way by tomorrow,

I'm gonna come back here
and cut off your skin.

(speaks Spanish)

(dramatic music)

- Pretty fast hands today.

- Well, that's what
we're there for.

How's he taking it?

- Like Hitler, the final
days of the bunker.

- We'll bust him tomorrow before
he takes the cyanide pill.

As soon as he pays
off Martinez-Gacha,

we'll close down the show.

- You know, when all
this started with Vinny,

I never knew it
would get this far.

I always knew Guzman was dirty.

But, I never expected
to get Gacha, too.

- Well, maybe that's
why they call it

the Justice Department.

- [Michael] Look,
I need a favor.

- Mikey, anything for you.

- I need to borrow
your file on La Mina,

and those surveillance
shots of Guzman and Gacha.

- No, it's a work product.

It's an ongoing
investigation, confidential.

- I said I needed it.

- For what?

- Nothing that's gonna
affect your case.

- Michael, it's taken some
time for me to say this,

but you're okay.

I like you.

Over the past four
weeks, I've watched you

hang yourself out
on the line out.

Now, if there's any
such thing as heroism,

I'd say you qualify.

But, you are not a
professional agent.

Now I have learned the hard way

that if you let your
heart drive your work,

you're in for big trouble.

- This is not about the case.

It's about my father.

He's invested 30 years
of his life with Guzman.

The man's his idol.

When that idol
falls off the shelf,

I don't want to have
my father read about it

in the Miami Herald.

- My files are in the trunk.

Go on, take the keys.

- Thank you.

Working late, Pop.

- Hey, good to see
you back in a suit.

Must be good to be on
the board with Amato.

- Oh, not too good, Pop.

- What do you mean?

What's wrong?

- This is what's wrong.

You know the man
in that picture?

That's Martinez-Gacha, drug
lord that got me disbarred.

- Gotta be some mistake.

- No, the only
mistake is the faith

you've had in Amato.

He's betrayed your cause, Pop.

Banco de la Nueva
Habana is a money wash

for the sale of cocaine.

- No.

- Yes, it's all
here in the files.

The feds are gonna
arrest him tomorrow.

- No.

- Yes, Pop, he started with
a dream, too, just like you.

(speaks Spanish)

But, somewhere along the
way, he got off the bus.

All those flights in the
black for the company,

running guns, who
knows how it started?

Maybe once, on a
flight back, somebody

carried a package, just a kilo.

That's all it took.

After that, he was owned
by the cocaine cowboys.

- Michael.

- Yes, Pop, don't you see it?

That's where he
made his mistake.

If he had come clean then,
if he had gone to Justice,

and set them up, he'd
be a hero right now.

But Amato got used to it,

life off the books,
no accountability,

special protection.

You'd be surprised how
intoxicating it is,

how rich a man can
become when he uses

his own private playbook.

Pretty soon, the
little guy who crawled

off the refugee boat
in 1961 is having

lunch at the White House.

It's okay, alright.

- Michael, don't, don't.

Justice, you mentioned justice.

This is justice, not
for me, then for you.

- Pop, Guzman's gonna crash,

but our people need to see it.

There has to be a public trial.

Your friends deserve the
chance to confront him.

If you end it now,
you're doing him a favor.

You understand me?

You understand me, Pop?

(somber music)

- What are you talking about?

The face value on those
bonds is $70 million.

I'm asking six.

The day after tomorrow?

I don't have that much time.

You will take them for
three, five in the morning?

Why don't you suck the
marrow out of my bones?

You can go bag a dog.

Harpies, picking at my carcass.

A dozen men, I
made them all rich,

and now that I need them,
they all hide in the shadows.

- [Hillary] We have to talk.

- What, you too?

It's 2:15 in the morning.

I'm dying here, and you're
asking the same thing from me.

- [Hillary] You never
said it was drug money.

- Oh, drug money.

I hired you to trade
in commodities.

Where Martinez-Gacha comes from,

cocaine is a commodity, a
cash crop for 600 years.

Only the false morality
of American justice

made it illegal.

- That is a crock, Amo.

It's poison.

You've hired an ex
federal prosecutor

to build a fortune from poison.

- And you never asked where
it came from, did you?

Never once did you ask to meet
the head of the pension fund.

You didn't want to
because you were lost

in all that challenge
of tripling your cash.

- I trusted you.

- You trusted me.

I thought you would've
learned your lesson

after trusting Santana.

There's only one person on
earth you can trust, my dear,

and that is yourself.

- You are a cold,
lonely man, Amo.

- I am not a cold, lonely man.

I'm a rich man.

I'm a rich man,
running out of a tunnel

before it caves in behind him.

Now, you've got a choice.

Either you run with me,
or you can stand there

and whine and get buried.

Which is it?

You are co-conspirator.

If the feds bring me down,
you will go down, too.

- I'll take my chances.

- Okay, I want you to check
the warrant word for word.

Keep the scope of
the search limited.

Button down all his bank
transfers for the last 14 hours.

- Right.

- When we move in on
Gacha, I want links

with DEA, ATF, and Customs.

We can expect hostile fire.

- We're gonna finish
what Santana started.

- [Man] Got it.

- [Mendoza] Is he gonna
be okay with this?

- I'll watch him.

Here you go.

What, it's instant coffee.

What is that a sin
with you, Cubans?

- You drink it.

- Oh, Mikey, we're
getting close.

Don't lose it now.

- You know what the
worst part of it is?

Being out of it.

Four years ago, I'd have
drawn up the warrants myself.

- We wouldn't be
here without you.

- Right.

- Aw, Mikey, listen.

You've been rehearsing
this for three years.

As soon as Guzman
gives Gacha the money,

you'll have your life back.

- Yeah, there's just one thing.

- What's that?

- My father won't have his.

Not like it was.

(intercom buzzes)

- McPike.

Ms. Stein's outside.

- I feel really strange
about coming here,

but there's something I
thought you should know.

- What?

- Guzman, he's not gonna
give the money back to Gacha.

- What?

- He said something about
escaping from the tunnel

as it collapses behind him.

He's like a madman up
there, selling everything.

He's gonna run.

I'm sure of it.

- We'd better get on the
horn to customs and MIA,

contact the regional airports.

- No, he'd never leave that way.

- [Mendoza] What?

- This is a man who got
rich flying contraband.

He'd never leave the country
flying conventional air.

- Yeah, well, who the
hell's gonna help him?

- You know.

(ringing)

- Yeah?

Of course our line's secure.

Oh for Christ's
sake, it's 3:00 a.m.

- It is coming down, White?

- [White] What is?

- The enterprise.

- Look, I have no knowledge.

- Do not jerk my chain, White.

I've got records of everything,

your whole supply operation,
guns down, drugs back.

It takes a special kind
of pilot to land a plane

in a mountain airstrip.

- I have no--

- Listen to me.

There is a numbered
account waiting for you

right now in Zurich.

If you get me out, I
will take care of you.

If you don't, there
will be a package sent

to the Senate
Intelligence Committee,

times, dates, and
four little words:

contract, cocaine, Wyler, White.

(phone slams)

(paper shreds)

(phone rings)

- Yeah?

Alright, uh,
there's a P-3-0 Ryan

on a tarmac at Homestead
taking on fuel.

Now, you can clear
by base security.

Take off is scheduled for 08:00.

The flight plan indicates
routine anti-sub recon.

At 13:00 hours, the
plane will experience

mechanical problems.

It's gonna put down on
the Grand Cayman Islands

for emergency repairs.

You'll have to make it on
your own way from there.

- That is not enough.

- What the hell are
you talking about?

- Flight insurance.

I want one of my pilots from
Air Europe at the jump seat.

You call Paco.

- Right.

- Make it clean, and you
will have your pension.

- Yeah, sure, I'm on it.

Wish I could say I'll miss you.

(door slams)

- Wyler, Wyler, Wyler.

4:30 in the morning's
a little early

to be booking travel
plans, isn't it?

Homestead Air Force Base.

(phone rings)

- What is it?

- [Paco] Senior
Guzman, it's Paco.

(speaks Spanish)

(camera clicks)

- Looks like Guzman took
out Gacha's boy here,

in an escape.

The safe's empty.

The chief clerk at the
bank reported 10 million

missing in securities and cash.

- Yeah, well, he never
made it down to Homestead.

How could he have known
we were sitting on White?

- Does it matter?

- Listen, we still have
half of it, Martinez-Gacha.

- Yeah, what makes you think
they're not in this together?

- Well, if they are,
Guzman's got a cute way

of treating Gacha's help.

- Parking garage,
limo's just pulled in.

- You tell your
men to stay back.

We want to keep
this quiet and dark.

Let's clear the lobby.

They'll be here any second.

(elevator dings)

- Freeze, federal agent.

Jose Martinez-Gacha, we have
a warrant for your arrest.

(speaks Spanish)

- Here you go, sport.

- This time the warrant's good.

I'll kill you.

- Michael, no.

Michael.

Michael, come on, man.

- [Man] Let's go, nice and easy.

(indistinct speech)

- You're doing good, Michael.

We're one for two.

You got any idea where he'd go?

(speaks Spanish)

- I need the plane, Rafi.

Get out of my way.

- 30 years, and this is
how you repay our struggle?

- It has been a lost cause
ever since the Bay of Pigs.

- No, Amato, you
are the lost cause.

Traitor.

- Rafi, I can see
you know everything.

But, you don't
understand anything.

You are not hurt because
you are losing Cuba.

You are hurt because
you lost your own son,

because I have taken Miguel
away from you, that's why.

(gunshot)

Out of my way, old man,
there is no time left.

Paco?

Paco?

Paco?

Paco?

Who can run the damn plane?

Paco?

You want to know about causes.

This is the only cause.

I need your car, lady.

Get out please, quickly.

I won't hurt you.

(tires screech)

- [Michael] Stop the car,
my father's been shot.

- No, now Guzman gets away,
he's got to see you like this.

- [Rafi] I'm okay, Miguel,
don't let him get away.

- [Frank] Let's go.

Shut the door.

(tires squeal)

(intense music)

(speaks Spanish)

(intense music)

- [Michael] He's
going into town.

I don't get it.

- Come on, come on, move it.

We're not gonna lose this guy.

(intense music)

(horn honks)

Come on, stop or I'll shoot.

- [Michael] We
can't touch him now.

He's got asylum.