All language subtitles for Law & Order (1990) - S10E24 - Vaya Con Dios (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 ImE)-24.eng

NARRATOR:
In the criminal justice system

the people are represented by two
separate yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Who needs more wine
and cheese parties?

What the board should spend our
money on is better elevators.

Well, I like wine
and cheese parties.

I get to meet the neighbors.

Why do you want to meet them?
You have me and Charlotte.

You work all the time.

I go crazy talking
to Charlotte all day.

You can call me, Claudia.

Look at these stairs.

Somebody spilled something
and didn't clean it up.

Look, it's everywhere. This is what
they should spend our money on.

Chris, I think it's blood.

What?

Claudia, hand me
the cell phone.

ED: You canvass
the tenants?

Uh-huh. Nobody's
missin' a guest.

But we found a guy who saw somebody
outside the building around 9:00

matching the
victim's description.

What was this somebody doing?

He was lurking.
Tenant's exact words.

Lurking. You ever actually
see anybody lurk?

Bela Lugosi. That guy
could really lurk.

So how'd this guy get in?

Super figures he snuck in when
he was taking out the garbage.

Well, boys and girls,
what's today's special?

OFFICER: Male white,
60 to 70.

Blunt force trauma to the head.

Looks like he took a
header down the stairs.

Slip and slide?

No, he had a lending hand.

He's got scratches on his face, his hands.
Overcoat's torn.

You check his pockets?

No ID, no wallet.

Nine bucks in loose bills.
Key ring. That's it.

Get a team and
search the building.

His clothes have got
some miles on them.

Shirt's from Bergstrom's
custom tailor.

Sleeves are frayed. He's got
a monogram on it. "R.O.T."

Looks like the old boy
hit some hard times.

Figure him for a vagrant, looking
for a warm place to sleep.

Well, he found it.
(SIGHS)

I can't say.

Maybe if he didn't look so bad.

His shirt was monogrammed
on the right sleeve.

R-O-T.

I'd have to check.
Can you come back?

Hey, we're not
orderin' suits here.

We need what we need now.

Ooh! This is nice.

Hey, how much is this?

Five thousand.

BRISCOE: For a suit?

For a jacket.

One good hand.

Hey, I found him.
Roger Thorne.

Last time he was in
here was a year ago.

I'm sorry,
I don't recognize him.

What about the shirt?

Something special about it?

It's got your monogram on it.

No kidding.
Talk about irony.

This is funny to you?

I took my website public
January 10th.

January 11th, I threw away all
my suits and collared shirts.

Never been happier.

This poor guy, on the other
hand, wearing my old shirt.

The clothes, when you threw them
away, what'd you do with them?

The Salvation Army Store
on 72nd picked them up.

Mmm-hmm. He used to come in here
every month for some years.

Old man on a pension.

You know his name?
Mr. Whitman.

Usually paid cash.

What did he die from?

Taking a header. You
know where he lived?

Oh, no. He hasn't been
around for a few months.

Not since he
passed a bad check.

Do you still have the check?
Got a photocopy.

We'll take it.

Hey, do you know anything about
this guy besides his name?

I think he was
a retired professor.

He always carried
this satchel with him,

stuffed with newspaper
articles and books.

He said he spent a lot of time
in the library doing research.

Research on what?

Check kiting.
Who knows?

Here we go.

Samuel Whitman.
245, West 41st Street.

I rented Sam a room in my
apartment for a couple of years.

I had to kick him out
last summer.

He wasn't paying his share.

He have any family?

Ex-wife. Couple of
kids he never saw.

What about friends,
like over on East 63rd?

That's where we found him.

I didn't know his friends.

I never heard him
mention that he had any.

Where'd you know him from?

Nowhere. I put up a "Room to Rent" sign.
He saw it. He came in.

He give any references?

(CHUCKLES) Yeah. Ben
Franklin, five times.

First month's and
a cleaning deposit.

ED: After you evicted him,
where'd he go?

Don't know.

What about his mail?
Where'd you forward it?

I don't. He doesn't
get any mail.

Oh, God, this guy's
breaking my heart.

I might have felt
sorry for him too,

except he started driving me crazy
with his bitching and moaning.

ED: About what?
The CIA, the Navy.

Said they killed his son.

The M.E. ran a tox
screen on Whitman.

There were no traces of anti-psychotic
drugs, no anti-depressants.

The man wasn't being medicated.

So his rantings about the CIA?

Probably not delusional.

Or he hadn't popped up
on the shrink radar yet.

You give the apartment
building another shakedown?

BRISCOE: Yeah. Nobody but
nobody says they knew the guy.

We even checked past tenants.

Employees? Former employees?
You give them a good look?

We went back five years. We
can go back 10 if you want.

What I want is for you to tell me
what he was doing in that building.

How about his kids?

We're working on 'em.

You know how many Whitmans there
are in the Social Security rolls?

I'm sure you'll figure it out.

The search team found this in
a dumpster near the building.

S.C.W. Sam Whitman.

Pencils and pens, Kleenex.

"Directory of Government
Phone Numbers."

"Central Intelligence
Agency field report."

Hmm. This looks like a
twentieth-generation photocopy.

Except for a few commas,
all the text is blacked out.

VAN BUREN: Here's a bill for
a mailbox at Postal Place.

Go see what's in it.

I don't know if I can do that.
It's a federal offense, yeah?

Only if we open it, which
we promise we won't.

Thanks. We'll take it
from here.

If you can get us
Mr. Whitman's home address?

Okay, let's see.

Journal of the Americas,
Latin American Review,

Foreign Affairs Quarterly.

Covert Action Policy Review.

CounterPunch newsletter.

Here's something I can relate to.
A phone bill.

"Return to Sender, Moved,
No Forwarding Address."

The letter's addressed to Captain
Ed Albrecht, United States Navy.

Retired, Atlanta.

Fellow conspiracy buff?

Mr. Whitman's address.

Mattawin Hotel.
I wrote it out for you.

ED: Thank you.

Cozy

Seein' as the old guy's
dead, it's all yours.

He have many visitors?

Never seen anybody
come up here.

BRISCOE: Hey, Ed.

"Chilean Socialist Government
Overthrown by Army."

"President Allende
Killed in Coup."

"General Pinochet
takes control."

"September, 1973."

ED: "American College
Student Missing in Chile."

"Jason Whitman, 22, of New York City
tortured and shot at close range."

More top secret stuff from the
Freedom of Information Office.

"Three days before
his disappearance,"

"Jason Whitman was seen in the company of U.S.
Naval Attache..."

The name's blacked out.

Captain Albrecht,
formerly of Atlanta?

If he had anything to do with killing
this man's kid, he'd better run.

Twenty-seven years
later or not.

Nobody named Albrecht ever lived in
the building where Whitman was found.

Maybe he got the wrong address.

Someone in there killed him.

Well, we ruled out hired help.

The building employees and the
domestics all checked out.

Did you run down the address
on Whitman's letter?

It's an apartment complex.

Edwin Albrecht moved
out about a year ago.

He was admitted into a VA hospital
last year with lung cancer.

He died six weeks ago.

Next of kin?

There was nobody named. His wife's
dead, there's no children listed.

He's buried in a VA cemetery
outside of Atlanta.

A lonely old soldier.

Lonely, maybe.
He was only 59.

(PHONE RINGING)

Van Buren.

Right. Thank you.

Sam Whitman's daughter is
in town to claim his body.

Please thank your lieutenant
for making the arrangements.

My mother and I are going to have
my dad buried next to my brother.

BRISCOE: We found some
newspaper clippings

about your brother
in your dad's apartment.

Jason's death
tore our family apart.

My mom and dad split up.

He kept drifting
from job to job.

It was like his heart
was ripped out of him.

What can you tell us
about what happened?

He was murdered by
the Chilean military.

And Dad was obsessed with finding
out who was responsible.

ED: Did he ever say
who it was?

Pinochet.

And he thought that people from the U.S.
were involved.

Did he ever mention a Naval
Captain named Albrecht?

We think he was looking for
him the night he was killed.

No, he never mentioned
that name, but,

you know, I called my
dad a few weeks ago,

and he sounded really upbeat.

He said that pretty soon the truth about
Jason's death was going to come out.

I took it as another one
of my dad's false hopes.

Can you excuse me?
I need to call my mother.

Sure.

(SIGHS)

I think it's time we honed in
on this Albrecht character.

Let's check the IUDs for every
apartment in that building.

That's about
200 phones, Lennie.

Maybe we can connect one
of them to the VA hospital

or to Albrecht's
Atlanta address.

I get the feeling
we're chasing ghosts here.

They seem real enough to me.

A resident named Kevin Morse
made an overseas call to

country code 56, city code 2.

That's not Atlanta.

Santiago, Chile, two weeks ago.

(PHONE LINE RINGING) Por favor.

Let me guess. Voice
mail hell, in Spanish.

Hola.

Chilean Army Headquarters.

What's this guy Morse doing
calling the Chilean Army?

Two weeks ago, my window
frames were being replaced.

There were four Spanish
guys up here working.

Did you let them
use your phone?

We aren't here during the day.

There's supposed to be somebody
from the managing agent with them

so things like that
don't happen.

BRISCOE: You mind tellin' us
where you were Tuesday night?

Here, with my wife and daughter.
Never left the house.

Do you know anybody
named Edwin Albrecht?

No, I don't.

Now, if you want to find
out about that call,

you should ask those workers.

Thanks.

Let's find out who's sellin'
window frames in Santiago.

After you phoned yesterday, I discussed
this matter with the Consul General.

He would like to know if the
person who was called in Chile

is your murder suspect.

Why?

Because we traced this call to a very
prominent figure in our country.

Well, our suspect's an American.
But, who did the call go to?

To Colonel Emilio Pantoya.

Director of Intelligence
for Pinochet?

From what I read, Pantoya's
practically a war criminal.

Old history.

Chile is a democracy now.

Colonel Pantoya's a senator.

Elected?
Appointed

by our President.

What business would an American
civilian have with him?

It may have had something to do
with Colonel Pantoya's illness.

He's here in New York
at Landis Hill Hospital.

I have strict instructions.
No is one to see the Colonel.

Is that for some sort
of medical reason?

That's right.
He has kidney disease.

His doctor won't return
until tomorrow.

How about we just poke our heads in
and see if the Colonel's up to it?

I'm sorry, I can't.

Okay.

Maybe you can help us.

ORRA: So you don't have
to upset the Colonel?

Yeah, right.

Your boss know a Kevin Morse

or a Captain Edwin Albrecht?

I don't recognize those names.

How about Sam Whitman?

If the Colonel had contact with
these men, I would know this.

So you see, you're
wasting your time here.

Doctor comes in once a day,
he can't be all that sick.

We ain't gettin' in there
without a warrant.

But we know the call came
from Morse's apartment.

He's not a government employee.

Maybe he's got some past
connection to the military.

Kevin Morse. Born 417166
in Danbury, Connecticut.

Alumni scholarship to Annapolis,
brief tour in the Persian Gulf.

How long was he in the Navy?

Two years. He resigned
his commission.

Why?
Doesn't say.

We got his old man's name
from his rental application.

You got anything for
a Franklin Morse?

Born August 19th, 1942,
in Milwaukee.

Drafted in '62, stationed with the
Third Infantry in West Germany.

I thought Morse Junior was
second-generation Annapolis.

All it says is Morse Senior
graduated high school.

He was honorably discharged from
the Army and married in 1975.

1975?

His son Kevin was born nine
years before he was married?

I'm just giving you
what's here.

Do me a favor. Run a Naval
Captain Edwin Albrecht.

Captain Edwin Albrecht
had one son.

Kevin.

He just happens to have
the same birth date as you.

He was my father.

Then why'd you lie about it?

(STUTTERING) I'm sorry.

When my mother remarried,
I took my stepfather's name.

Whitman was obsessed
with finding your father.

Is that why you killed him?

My father's dead.

So maybe Whitman
got obsessed with you.

BRISCOE: It all stacks up
against you, Mr. Morse.

Your father's posting
at the embassy in Chile.

The death of Whitman's son
during the coup.

The telephone call to
Chilean Army Headquarters.

Maybe you better explain
what happened.

When this Whitman
knocked on my door,

I'd never laid eyes
on him before.

He started raving
about a cover-up,

demanding to
see Captain Albrecht.

So I let him into the stairwell
so he wouldn't upset my family.

So nobody could see you
beat the crap out of him.

I didn't mean to hurt him...

I told him that
my father was dead.

He went into a rage. He
said he didn't believe me.

He grabbed me.

I fought him off
to try to protect myself.

He slipped.

He fell down the stairs.

I swear it was an accident.

Then why'd you try to get rid
of his satchel and his I.D.?

Because I didn't think
anyone would believe me.

So why should we?

I was ashamed.
Why?

Because you beat
an old man to death?

Because of my father.

What Whitman said was true.

He killed Whitman's son?

My father was drunk one night.

He started bragging about how they'd
helped the Chileans murder an American.

BRISCOE: They?

Naval Intelligence.

Your father said
he was involved?

I didn't want to
believe it at first.

American officers
killing an American.

And then I killed his father.

Morse says Pantoya was calling to
get in contact with his father.

Morse called him back to tell
him his father was dead.

You believe him?

Hey, he's sittin' at home,
minding his own business.

Whitman shows up and goes off on him about
something that happened 30 years ago.

Any problems with
his confession?

We got it all in writing
with a Miranda waiver.

To tell you the truth, I think Morse
was happy to get it off his chest.

Too bad he's the only one in
his family with a conscience.

(SIGHS) Well, if you need
anything else, let us know.

Man two?

One to three.
I can live with that.

Well, we can put
that one in the books.

One down, one to go.

(THUMPS TABLE)

Captain Albrecht told his son he was
complicit in Jason Whitman's murder.

We think it warrants
a federal investigation.

We did some checking.

Albrecht was nowhere near Chile
when the young man was killed.

So what? He could have had accomplices.
Chilean nationalists.

Aren't they in Santiago?

Colonel Pantoya's
here in New York.

Pantoya's a senator for life.
He has immunity.

His own people don't
want to prosecute him.

He was given immunity
to pacify the military

so they wouldn't seize
power from his own people.

The last thing the
Justice Department wants

is to meddle in the internal
affairs of a sovereign country.

It's a little late to be
repudiating the Monroe Doctrine.

Why don't you
just look into it?

It's not an American problem.

A dead American
is not your problem?

It's over and done
with, Mr. McCoy.

Jason Whitman grew up
in Hell's Kitchen.

Graduated from Power Memorial
on the Upper West Side.

Lew Alcindor's old school. They
tore it down 15 years ago.

It's time to let go, Jack.

The Feds aren't interested.
There's little or no evidence.

It's a dead end.

This could have been me.

I can't really picture you
with a Che Guevara look.

You won't get your hands
on Pantoya again.

Pantoya's 74 years old.

Is that an affirmative
defense for mass murder?

Chile's a democracy now. Maybe it's
time we stayed out of their business.

That would have been good
advice for Jason Whitman.

Hey, the kid
didn't deserve to die.

Whitman had a girlfriend
who went with him to Chile.

Let's see if we can find her.

Jason and I fell in love
during my sophomore year.

We spent the summer in Chile.

What was the attraction,
Mrs. Benson?

Jason and I were into the
socialists who'd just been elected.

It sounds naive now, but the whole
world was changing before our eyes.

We just wanted to
be a part of it.

What did you do while
you were down there?

Jason caught on as a stringer at one of
the leftist radio stations in Santiago.

Did you ever come into contact with a U.S.
Naval Captain named Albrecht?

We were in Valparaiso
right before the coup.

There were U.S. warships
anchored offshore.

We met Albrecht in a cantina.

He gave us lift back to our friends'
house just outside Santiago.

Americans?

Tino and Elena Calderon.

On the way there, he warned us that
we should get the hell out of Chile.

So you got out
and Jason didn't.

I begged Jason to come with me.

He told me he'd be okay
at the Calderon's.

He said not to worry.

Nobody'd bother him
because he was American.

Carrie and Jason.

It reminds me of
a very bad time.

I thought when I came to
this country I would forget.

Why didn't your husband
emigrate here with you?

Carrie didn't tell you?

He was killed
by Colonel Pantoya.

Could you tell us
how it happened?

When General Pinochet
took over,

Jason came to stay with us.

But they found him anyway.

JACK:
Do you know how?

I'm sorry.

We told Jason that he
should try to go back home.

But he said no.

He wanted to stay and help us.

One night the soldiers
knocked down our door.

La Guarda.

Colonel Pantoya's men.

Where did they take them?

They just

took them outside and
put them in the truck.

I never saw Tino again.

They never even brought
his body back to me.

Subpoenaed files from our
friends at the Navy.

Maybe we'll find out
if Albrecht was in Chile.

I hope you know
what you're doin'.

Captain Albrecht knew where
Jason Whitman was hiding.

I think he dropped
the dime on him.

It could have been
anyone, Jack.

Then how do you explain
what Albrecht told his son?

We're tilting at windmills.

What windmills? Jason Whitman
was tortured and murdered.

Over there.

And I've got a flesh and
blood suspect right here.

So now we claim jurisdiction for
every New Yorker that's killed?

Well, if you're gonna get hung up on
a little thing like jurisdiction.

(CARMICHAEL SIGHS)

What?

(SIGHS)

Maybe I shouldn't
tell you this.

Naval log from the day
Whitman was arrested.

Captain Albrecht
was in New York

at the UN to brief our delegation
to the Security Council.

He and his aide were
registered at the Hilton.

John Groban,
Lieutenant Junior Grade.

Let's find him.

Captain Albrecht was in the room
right next to me at the Hilton.

The coup in Chile started
the night he flew in.

I was juggling calls from
West-Pac, Naval Operations...

Captain Albrecht make
any calls to Chile?

Not while I was there.

JACK: He ever mention a Chilean
Colonel named Pantoya?

Actually, yeah.

The night he went to the UN he had
me run out and send him a telex.

Do you remember what it said?

It was just an address

and some initials.

What initials?

I'm pretty sure
it said J.W.

You knew about this?
Why didn't you tell someone?

I did.

They already knew.

The telex was
sent at 6:30 p.m.

Four hours later, the National Guard rolled
up to the address Albrecht provided.

A house outside Santiago
belonging to Tino Calderon.

That's where they
arrested Jason Whitman.

There's our jurisdiction, Adam.

You couldn't let
sleeping dogs lie.

I just got off the phone with
the Under Secretary of State.

They heard about the files you
subpoenaed from the Navy.

They're hopping mad.

Whitman was set up from 6th
Avenue and 53rd Street.

You were an A.D.A.
when they killed him.

You can put Pantoya in it?

The telex with Whitman's address
was sent directly to him.

Oh, boy.

We do this, all hell
breaks loose I know.

Well?

Vaya con Dios.

(CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO)

Stand aside, jefe.

Yes?

What is it? BRISCOE: You're
under arrest, Colonel.

Arrest? What for?

Conspiracy to commit murder.

(SCOFFS)

I'm sorry, my friend,
but I have immunity.

Blanket immunity.

Yeah, the same blanket you
put over Whitman's corpse?

You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say

can be used against you. You
have the right to an attorney.

If you do not have an attorney,

one will be appointed to you.

You have no idea what a headache
you've created for the administration.

You're thumbing nose

at the stated policy of not only this
president, but every president before him.

Which is what?

Giving aid and comfort
to tinhorn despots?

It's an internal matter
for the Chilean people.

Yeah, well, we don't see them falling
over themselves to do anything about it.

Be that as it may,
Mr. Schiff,

it's outside the purview
of your office. It is?

A kid from the West Side?

WHEELER: This isn't
neighborhood politics.

You're screwing with
our national interest.

Stupid me.

I was under the impression that our
national interest was prosecuting people

who murder our citizens.

You won't do it, I will.

We're filing an amicus brief

in support of Colonel Pantoya's
motion to dismiss the indictment.

Good for you.

Just don't embarrass me.

Everyone here agrees that Jason
Whitman was killed in Chile.

Since no significant element of
that crime took place in New York

or even on American soil...

The information about
Jason Whitman's whereabouts

was sent to Colonel Pantoya
by telex from a Midtown hotel.

Under New York law, the
crime of conspiracy occurs

where any element of the
conspiracy takes place.

That telex isn't an element
of any murder conspiracy.

Mr. McCoy cannot prove
that Captain Albrecht knew

sending the information would
result in Jason Whitman's death.

Your Honor, did Albrecht
think the Colonel

was going to take Jason
out for a bowl ceviche?

What are they gonna do?
Dig him up and ask him?

They cannot prove intent.
No intent, no conspiracy.

No conspiracy, Colonel Pantoya
goes home, no matter what crimes

he might have
committed in Chile,

where, by the way, he's
been granted full immunity.

What that telex proves about Albrecht's
intent is an issue of fact for a jury,

not an issue of law
for a judge.

I've got to go with Mr. McCoy on
this, Mr. Chiles. I have no choice.

Your motion to
dismiss is denied.

Then, Your Honor, I ask that the charges
be set aside on humanitarian grounds.

I have a report

from three American doctors detailing
Colonel Pantoya's medical status.

He has kidney disease, diabetes,
he suffered a stroke last year.

His health is failing. Prosecuting this
sick old man serves no useful purpose.

Your Honor, we prosecute criminals
who have cancer and AIDS.

Why make an exception?

I'll need a few days
to review these reports.

I don't need this, Adam.

That makes two of us.
Then rein him in.

What's he doing chasing
murderers south of the border?

Don't you give him
enough to do up here?

(CLICKS TONGUE)

What are you going to do?

(SCOFFS)

I can set free a mass murderer.

I can set off
an international crisis.

Adam, I have no illusions.
I am no John Sirica.

I am not taking on
the President's men.

Doesn't the Colonel have
a note from his doctors?

Maybe get a second opinion.

How does that get me
off the hook?

If it's off the hook you want, you
should have stayed in municipal court.

You told me once you want to do some good.
Here's your chance.

MRS. WHITMAN: The first we heard
of it was on the evening news.

They said there was fighting
down there in Chile,

that the army had
killed the President.

So, Sam, my husband,

tried to call Jason.

He got through to the hotel,
but Jason wasn't there.

The hotel operator told him
that there were tanks

and shooting in the streets.

What did you and your husband do?
We waited.

We were sure that Jason would
be okay like he'd always been,

no matter what foolhardy
thing he did.

Then we didn't hear
for three days.

Sam called the American
embassy down there.

We couldn't get
any information.

Did you eventually find out
what happened to your son?

Yes.

We got an anonymous call from
someone in Chile. They said, um,

they'd seen Jason alive
in this sports stadium

where the army
put their prisoners.

Sam took some money
from the bank.

He was going to
bring Jason home.

When he got to Chile, someone from the
embassy told him they'd found Jason,

and they took Sam to
a police station and

Jason was there,

lying on a dirty floor with
other young people, dead.

Sam could hardly recognize him.
He'd been beaten up,

his whole face was...

Um...

They said that maybe

the Communists had killed Jason
but Sam didn't believe them.

What did your husband do?

The embassy people told
him to go home, they said

they would take care of
getting the body released.

(STUTTERS)

So,

Sam came home by himself.

Two months after that,

they sent Jason home
in a wood box.

His bones were broken.

His private parts had

burns from electric shocks.

He had three

bullet holes in
the back of his head.

That man

killed my little boy,
he killed my family.

Thank you.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

While Jason was at NYU, he was arrested
a number of times, isn't that right?

For demonstrating
against the Vietnam War.

A lot of young people did that.

I doubt many were
arrested six times,

including once for throwing a
bottle at a police officer.

My son collected food
for poor people.

He helped underprivileged
children learn to read.

And he participated in
violent demonstrations.

Do you know what
he did in Chile?

He had a summer job
at a radio station.

Station FPG.

In Spanish, those letters stand
for the Guevara Popular Front.

You know who Che Guevara was?

I'm not sure.

He was a communist
revolutionary.

He was a friend
of Fidel Castro.

He went to Bolivia
to start a revolution.

He killed innocent people.

Jason wasn't like that.
He was just a big-hearted boy.

A big-hearted boy with a taste for
violence and for communist rhetoric.

A foolhardy boy who went to a foreign
country to preach revolution,

just like his hero,
Che Guevara.

Objection.

Sustained. Dial it
down, Mr. Chiles.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

I was an accountant for the Agrarian
Reform Movement of President Allende.

I was arrested four days
after the coup.

I was taken to the National
Stadium in Santiago.

What happened
once you got there?

It was filled with thousands
of political prisoners.

Many people I knew.
I met a young American,

that boy, Jason Whitman.

He had been interrogated by the
National Intelligence Directory.

The DINA.

A force commanded
by Colonel Pantoya.

Yes.

He had been beaten up
in the face and on his body.

He tried to make jokes, but he was in
very much pain He was very frightened.

There were many people
like him at the stadium.

Many people who
had been tortured.

What happened to him?

Two days after I got there, the soldiers
came in the night and took him away.

I never saw him again.

McCOY: Were you also interrogated
by Colonel Pantoya's men?

Yes.

And what happened to you
in those interrogations?

Objection. I don't see
the relevance in...

I do. Overruled.

Go ahead, Mr. Reyes.

They hung me upside
down by my ankles

and burned me with cigarettes.

They put electrodes on my
tongue and my eyelids.

They would not let me sleep.

They tried to drown me.

Three times they put a gun at my
head and pretended to shoot me.

They did this to me
for two months.

And you're positive that the
people who tortured you

were under the command
of Colonel Pantoya?

Yes.

He visited the prison
many times.

The man you laughed at, the man
hanging like a pig, it was me!

Through my blood and my
tears, I saw you, Colonel.

PANTOYA: There was war and
anarchy in my country.

Allende and his
pack of communists

were stealing private property,

bankrupting the country with
their irresponsible ideas.

Then we acted
to save the republic,

and we acted with the support
of the American government.

CHILES: Is it true that you imprisoned
the supporters of the Allende regime?

Yes. To preserve
our democracy.

Many of these prisoners
were tortured?

Ah, well, they...
(EXCLAIMS)

They were interrogated,
let's say, vigorously.

I mean, these people were
very dangerous people.

I mean, many of them belonged to
armed groups financed by Cuba

and by the Soviet Union.

Some of them were executed?

Only the ones, uh, that were found guilty
of treason by a military tribunal.

How do you explain
Jason Whitman's death?

A mistake.
A regrettable mistake,

during time of crisis.

It was not sanctioned by me or
by anyone under my command.

I am not stupid enough to pick
a fight with the United States

by killing one of its citizens.

Thank you, Colonel.

Are you familiar with the
"Caravan of Death," Colonel?

(SIGHS) I will not answer.

It was a Chilean
military death squad

that executed hundreds of political prisoners.
Isn't that right?

I'm not responding to fables.

Fables?
Yes.

People's Fifty-eight.

Colonel, according to these reports
from reputable human rights groups,

over 4000 people disappeared
under your regime.

Another 50,000 were
systematically tortured.

Objection. Colonel Pantoya is not
on trial for these alleged crimes.

Sustained. The jury will disregard.
Move it along, Mr. McCoy.

We heard testimony
that Captain Albrecht

telexed Jason Whitman's
whereabouts to you.

What did you do
with that information?

I will not answer.

I have immunity
from my government.

You had him executed,
didn't you?

Who are you to judge what I
did in defense of my country?

You had the planes, the tanks, the guns.

What did Jason Whitman have?

A tape recorder?

If you go to a fox hunt,

don't dress as fox.

And Mrs. Whitman's
little boy

went to Chile

to help the communists

destroy my country.

JACK: So it's his
fault he's dead?

PANTOYA:
I'm not answering.

You broke his body,

and then you put three bullets in his head.
Isn't that right?

I have immunity.

Not from these 12
people, Colonel.

Your Honor, since the
witness refuses to testify.

I move to strike
his entire testimony.

Motion granted.

The jury will disregard
Mr. Pantoya's testimony.

JACK: Thank you,
Your Honor.

Mr. Foreman, has the
jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

BUSEY: Will the
defendant please rise.

(WHISPERS)

Your Honor, could my client be excused
from rising for reasons of health?

No, no. I refuse.

I can stand,

but I refuse.

Mr. Pantoya.
PANTOYA: I'm a Colonel

and a Senator,

and I do not recognize
your right to judge me.

So I will not stand.

Fine. Let him sit.

Mr. Foreman,

on the sole count
of the indictment,

conspiracy in the first degree.

How do you find?

We the jury in the
above entitled action,

find the defendant, Emilio
Sandoval Amando Pantoya

guilty,

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

(SIGHS)

ADAM: This is my favorite.
"Jury Fries The Colonel."

(LAUGHS)

If I didn't know better,
I'd offer you a drink.

We'll see how it
does on appeal.

Try to enjoy something
while it lasts.

I'm happy about the verdict
but, by all rights,

Pantoya should been tried
by a jury of his peers.

By his fellow countrymen,
in a Chilean court.

Murder is murder, wherever.

(KNOCK ON DOOR) As long as
justice gets done. Yes?

If you think you heard
a shoe drop, you did.

(SIGHS)

Thanks to our friends in the
Attorney General's Office,

Pantoya's gotten himself an emergency
expedited hearing before the Supreme Court

on a writ of habeas corpus.

Of course.

You don't really think
that the right wing

of the Supreme Court is going
to let you get away with this?

Not to mention Madam
Justice from Arizona.

She isn't in anybody's pocket.

Fine. One wild card. Not much
to hang your reputation on.

You let us worry
about our reputation.

Hmm. I'm thinking about
Adam Schiff's reputation.

You in lose in D.C.,

and how long do you think it'll
take the voters to realize

what a massive waste of time
and resources this has been?

What damage has been done to the credibility
of the District Attorney's Office?

And they will take it
out on him, McCoy.

You asked for this meeting You got
anything besides the guilt trip?

Agree to probation. You make
your point, you save face,

Colonel Pantoya goes home.

I might as well spit
in the jury's eye.

I'd rather have an acquittal

than give your
client probation.

Fine.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Probation would at least
preserve the verdict.

You'd win on principle.

I'll remember that the next time
you push for the death penalty.

Well, then, maybe
I've misunderstood.

I thought this case
was about principle

because it certainly
not been about the law.

You don't think I've followed
the letter of the law?

I think you've skated on
the thin edge of the page.

Maybe it's time to take your
winnings off the table.

We haven't won anything yet.

(SIGHS)

Guess we go to Washington.

Upholding the conviction
of Colonel Pantoya

would fly in the face
of the immunity

granted him by the very people

he allegedly oppressed
and tortured.

If a state such
as Iraq or Libya

were to grant immunity
to a criminal,

must we be bound by it?

Madam Justice, Chile is not
a renegade terrorist state.

Its present government
was democratically elected

and it is an ally
to the United States.

The prosecution of
former ministers

of a sovereign state for
transgressions committed in Chile

would violate treaties
between our countries.

It trespasses on the
constitutional powers

of our executive branch
to conduct foreign policy.

But, Mr. Chiles, if a jurisdictional
nexus has been established,

why should the prosecution of serious
crimes become hostage to foreign policy?

If this conviction stands, it
will be end of foreign policy.

Imagine our President, while on
a visit to a foreign country,

being arrested on
warrant issued by China

for the bombing of their
embassy in Serbia.

Or a former Secretary of State

being tried in Cambodia for the killing
of civilians during the Vietnam War.

This conviction would
legitimize such prosecutions.

How could any President conduct foreign
policy under these circumstances?

Only the narrowest reading of
jurisdictional statutes must apply.

The sovereignty of democratically
elected governments

in judicial manners
must be respected.

The alternative is anarchy,

under the guise of
criminal prosecution.

CHIEF JUSTICE: Thank you, Mr. Chiles.
Mr. McCoy.

Thank you, Mr. Chief Justice.
May it please the Court.

Man has only the
rights he can defend.

Our most basic right is life.

It's enshrined, not only
in our Constitution,

but in the charter of
the United Nations.

The prohibition against taking a life
is found in our most ancient texts

and in the statutes
of every nation.

Every murder,

whether in Brooklyn,
Santiago, Rwanda or Kosovo

demands punishment by whatever
legal means possible.

Otherwise, the right to life
is just an empty promise.

But, Mr. McCoy, doesn't using
a jurisdictional fig leaf

to propel prosecution undermine
the statutes you refer to?

On the contrary, Madam Justice.

Timidity in the pursuit of
murderers is no virtue.

The Founding Fathers affirmed
life as an absolute right.

If the laws protecting that
right are to have any meaning,

they must be given the
broadest interpretation.

What about the
appellant's contention

that upholding this conviction
would open a Pandora's box

and hinder the conduct
of our foreign policy.

The precedent has
already been set.

Heads of state can be
tried for war crimes.

An American President
sent the Marines to Panama

to arrest President Noriega
for drug smuggling.

And if this case gives
our own leaders pause

before they drop
a load of napalm

on a village full of children
in a neutral country,

that can't be a bad thing.

The law against murder
applies to all.

No matter the perpetrator,

the victim or the country where
the murder is committed.

It's the one moral law
that recognizes

no national, racial
or religious boundaries.

It can tolerate no exceptions.
There is one law.

One law.

And when that law is broken

it's the duty of every
officer of any court

to rise up in
defense of that law

and bring their full power and diligence
to bear against the lawbreaker.

Because man has only those
rights he can defend.

Only those rights.

Thank you.

Well, we wait here another five
hours or go back to the hotel?

The clerk said it might
not be too much longer.

Quick turnaround
for this court.

Doesn't sound promising.

Win, lose. You fought
the good fight.

Amen to that.

Well, if that
isn't reason for hope.

Here comes the clerk.

Looks like she's
holding the decision.