All language subtitles for Lock At Me (1996)

Public enemy number one
in the United States

is drug abuse.

In order to fight
and defeat this enemy

it is necessary to wage a new,
all-out offensive.

For nearly a year, I have been
devoting increasing attention

to a problem which strikes at the very heart
of our national well-being,

drug abuse.

I do not condone any drug abuse,

and we'll do everything
possible to reduce

this serious threat to our society.

Drugs are menacing our society.

They're threatening our values
and undercutting our institutions.

They're killing our children.

Thank you very much.

And when it comes to drugs and alcohol,

just say, "No."

Reagan says he will make it
a priority of his presidency

to stop drug abuse in the United States.

This is your brain on drugs.

Those who smuggle and sell drugs

are as dangerous to our national security

as any terrorist or foreign dictatorship.

The Reagan administration
is spending billions on two wars,

the war on drugs at home
and the struggle for Nicaragua abroad.

If we do not act decisively
in defense of freedom

new Cubas will arise
from the ruins of today's conflicts.

We will consult closely
with the freedom fighters.

The anti-communist rebels
known as the "Contras".

An army founded and funded by the CIA.

Crack cocaine,

a drug epidemic unlike any that's ever

probably existed in the history of the world.

For five dollars, you can begin
the process of addicting people.

Waging the war on drugs has cost
taxpayers a staggering

One hundred billion dollars over
the last 10 years.

The crack trade has triggered a spasm

of gang warfare in South Central LA

and DEA agents
are swarming throughout.

How many of you have crack houses
in your neighborhood?

No brave law
enforcement officer, no teacher,

no doctor, need be told
how hard and cruel

America's drug problem has become.

By 1984, Congress was preparing

to cut off funds to the Contras.

High-level government officials
began looking for

other ways to continue
the aid program.

There must be no Soviet
beachhead in Central America.

Good morning.

Who the fuck are you?

Gary Webb.
San Jose Mercury News.

What do you want?

I called you about the government
seizure of property

of accused narcotics dealers?

Yeah.

The accused. Yeah, that's me.
Come on in.

Okay, great. Thanks.

Yeah.

- My last house, this sweet pad in Laguna...
- Yeah?

Charges didn't stick
and the feds still didn't give it back.

- But you did it?
- Did what?

Well, off the record,
I mean, you sold the dope.

Yeah, but you're missing the point.

They took the freaking roof over my head.

Look, wait a sec.

All this stuff that you bought
with the drug money,

the houses, the cars, what have you,

you lose it because it's
the crime that paid for it, right?

Did it, didn't do it.
Who gives a shit?

Can't take a man's shelter.

Anyway, they didn't prove it, did they?

They gotta prove it...

- Sheriff's Department!
- Nobody move!

Let me see your hands!

Ah, Christ!
Here we go again.

- Down, motherfucker down!
- Get the girl!

- Secure the girl!
- Look, I'm a reporter.

Shut the fuck up!

Better get that story out of here.

San Jose Mercury News...

Hey!

I'm a reporter!

Quite a ruckus over there, huh?

Yeah, this guy almost broke
my fucking arm, the prick.

All right.

Hey, wait a minute.

Where...

Anna, where's the last paragraph?

Yeah, I'm sorry, Gary.
We ran outta inches.

Look, you cut the kicker
and you're gonna blow the whole point to this thing.

The government takes
these people's shit, all right?

Their cars, their houses,
they take everything forever.

This is before they're convicted.

Even if they're acquitted,
they don't get it back.

They're drug dealers, Gary.

Alleged drug dealers, with rights.

Because this is America.

Four minutes until deadline.

Well, take my name off the story.

God, you can be such an asshole.

I'm an asshole because
I believe in due process?

Come on, Anna. This is our job.

Clock's ticking.

Ohh... It's ticking.

It's still ticking.

And...

Don't call back.

The guy just had a shotgun in his ear.
Give him a break.

No, there was no shotgun, Bob.

All right, look, you're gonna have to wait
to read the article.

Your son is 16, Gary. Just FYI.

I see you! Get rid of it. Honey?

Come on, don't do that.

- That's bad.
- That's amazing parenting.

- "Don't do that."
- Don't do that.

It's really not a big deal.

Would somebody watch this?

I gotta show you guys something.

New addition to the family.

Oh, my God! Dad!

Holy.

This is a '71 Tiger Sports Triumph.

It's a beautiful bike
or it was a beautiful bike

and we're going to make it beautiful again.

This is the only deal.
You and I...

- Hey, hotshot.
- ...have to rebuild it together, okay?

- Okay. I love you, Dad.
- All right. I love you.

Gary.

- We're happy.
- God damn it.

Yes?

- We talked about this.
- Come on.

- No, "Come on." No.
- Look at him.

- Look at this. Look at the bike.
- I see it.

Look at this face.

Sixteen years I been thinking about this.
It's been inside my head.

Me and my boy riding side by side,
to the mountaintops...

- Touching the sky.
- Isn't that right?

Anything happens to him on that bike...

Nothing's going to happen to him.

...I will cut these off while you are sleeping.

I thought you already cut those off, Sue.

While I'm sleeping!

Dad, you hang out
with some insanely bad people.

Don't eat your hair.

Well, bad guys are usually more honest
than good guys. And more fun.

Life lessons by Gary Webb.

No, Mom.
You actually have to read this.

I did already.
It's great.

- You guys gotta go, come on.
- You heard the lady!

Come on!
Who wants to ride in the green machine?

- Dad's taking us?
- I'm taking you.

You're not going in your PJs, are you?

Come on, guys!

- Let's get smushed.
- That's where I sit.

Got it? Step in like sardines.

Bye, Momma!

Bye, Momma!

- Bye, Momma!
- Bye.

- Bye, Momma!
- All right.

One, two, three!
Bye, Mom!

Here you go.

- It's probably cold.
- Thank you.

Hey, I know how bad
you want to do the Guv today.

Some real reporter work.

Yeah, how that shit gives you satisfaction,
I'll never know.

Hey, that story this morning?

That was a big one.

But not "the" big one.

Yeah, what would that be?
Catching Clinton breaking into Watergate?

Hey.

Rich Kline, LA Times.
How you doing?

My editors are pissed
that we missed the drug forfeiture story.

I'm sure they are.

It's an amazing job, by the way.

You got any advice for me, or...

Yeah. Don't let the assholes win?
I don't know.

Hey, who's Coral Baca
and why does she keep calling me?

Nobody?

She called five times?

- Hola?
- Hi, this is Gary Webb.

He finally calls.
I like your work.

You follow my work?

I do now.

Okay, what can I do for you?

It's what I can do for you.

Okay, what can you do for me?

My boyfriend Raffie is in prison,
for cocaine trafficking.

That's Rafael Cornejo.

Mm-hmm.
Was that Colombian?

- Nicaraguan.
- Nicaraguan.

He has this gorgeous house
the government just took.

Good story, no?

Yes, it is.
I just wrote it.

But Raffie's story is different.

He sold drugs for the government.

You want to say that again?

He brought 4 tons
of cocaine into the country

for the U.S. government.

Look, you have a very lovely voice, Coral.

Um...

- Thank you...
- I've copied every piece of paper.

Selling drugs for the government.

Have you written that story?

This is the thing you need to see.

Wait a minute.

You gotta be kidding me.

Grand jury transcript?

Mm-hmm.

How'd you get ahold of it?

The government turned it over
on discovery by mistake.

Yeah, some mistake.

It was Russell Dodson.

Federal prosecutor Russell Dodson?

That little bitch.
I called the cops on him once.

Called the cops on the feds?

His goons were sneaking around my house.

Could have been rapists.

I think I'm gonna like you, Coral.

So who's this Danilo Blandon?

Wait.

Okay. Let's see.

That's who sold drugs for the government.

He was a friend.

He played with my kid.

Then he rats.

He's probably the biggest trafficker
in the whole country.

Way bigger than Raffie.

Why use whale to catch catfish, huh?

Hmm?

That make sense to you, Gary Webb?

Not very much sense.
No, it doesn't.

Yeah.

You have more documents?

Everything is at my house.

You want to come over?

Hmm?

Why don't you just send
the documents to my office?

How's that?

First things first, Gary Webb.

Raffie's got court tomorrow.

- Yeah?
- Be there.

"Danilo Blandon.

"Danilo Blandon."

Am I late?

The judge called an early recess.

Oh.

It could be 15 minutes or so.

Right. Yeah, so we've got time.

There's my boyfriend, Raffie.

He looks friendly.

He doesn't like seeing me with other men.

And there is the little bitch.

Russell Dodson.

Be right back.

Mr. Dodson.

Gary Webb, San Jose Mercury News.

You always follow people
into bathrooms, do you?

No, not really.

So why is the local news
interested in this case?

I'm not.

But I am interested in Danilo Blandon.

Hmm.

Never heard of him.

Then why is he on your witness list?

You had this guy cold on
major narcotics trafficking

and then you let him walk.

Why?

I have his grand jury transcript.

I know I've seen some screw ups outta you guys,

but... Boy, is that a big one.

So what's the story?

Feds use a bad guy to catch other bad guys?

Yeah, do you even know
what you have there?

Yes, I know what this is.

Well, it's unheard of.
It's a gift.

And I asked around about Danilo Blandon.
No one has seemed...

We're talking here.

I'm telling you.

Whatever I got near,
it made him very nervous.

I know what I saw, Anna.

And I've been doing this
a long time, okay? So...

Don't do old and wise.
I hate that.

I'm not old.

Come on, Anna.
It's why you brought me in here.

To go after stories like this.

But we're not the LA Times.

We're not small-time, either.

There's more here, I promise you.

Get more info on Blandon
and then we'll take it to Jerry.

I gotta get back to San Jose.

Okay.

Hello, hello!

Mmm. Smells good.

Who's Coral?

She's hot.

She drove a Camaro.

Of course she did.

She left this?

- Eat it.
- Mom, can we start?

- Yes.
- Yes. That looks so good.

- Yummy.
- Hello, gents.

- Hi.
- Why does she know where you live?

I don't know.

She's a source.

Oh, yeah? For a story about strippers?

No, but that's a good one, though.

Drug dealers.

Oh, okay. That's better.

Is it happening again?

No.

Is what happening again?

Come on. Nothing.

- What's in the box?
- Eat your food.

- What happened with her?
- Nothing.

What happened with her?

Nothing.

I mean, I'm not going to do this again.

It's why we left my family, my friends...

- I know, I know.
- ...left Cleveland,

- moved out to California, which I hate.
- I understand.

All this stupid sunshine
and shiny, happy faces.

Sunshine is so dumb. It's terrible.

I'm being serious.

I know. Well, so am I.

Baby.

I'm not going to screw this up.

Understand?

Don't smile.

She said there's another hearing tomorrow.

Seriously, I fucking hate you.

- I love you.
- Ugh.

Dismiss all charges against Mr. Cornejo.

We are no longer proceeding
with the case, Your Honor.

Hey.

Hi.

So what's going on?

I don't know. They've been
up there for a while.

The charges against
Mr. Cornejo are dismissed.

You are free to go.

What?

Very impressive, Gary Webb.

What just happened?

You terrified them.

They just stuffed
Danilo Blandon under a rug.

He's off their witness list.
No Blandon, no case.

Raffie walks.

Hey, hey, hey.

So you used me to get this
fucking case dropped?

I'm just the bimbo, remember?

Yeah, fuck you.

Be happy, Gary Webb.

You thought you were
getting a piece of cheese,

but I just gave you the mouse.

There's your story.

Danilo Blandon.

Sorry about the air conditioning.

Come on in.

- How you doing?
- Pretty well.

You represent Ricky Ross,
the crack dealer?

Alleged crack dealer.

"Freeway Ricky Ross.
Biggest dealer in Los Angeles.

"The epicenter of the national crack epidemic."

LA Times.

Who do you write for?

San Jose Mercury News.

Never heard of them.

Russell Dodson is a prosecutor
on your case?

That's public record, yes.

What about Danilo Blandon?

- You heard of him?
- Maybe.

Because I think he's going to testify
against your client tomorrow.

No, you've got that backwards.

Blandon and my client are friends
and associates.

If he's going to testify,
he'll be testifying for Ricky.

That would be awkward.

Why's that?

Because he's a government informant.

That's bullshit.

I have a Grand jury transcript released on
discovery by mistake,

by our Russell Dodson.

In it is evidence of Blandon testifying
against other drug dealers.

God damn it!

Jesus, does that make sense.

You would not believe the horseshit that
Dodson puts me through

every time I ask him
who his secret weapon is.

Well it's not just Ricky,

it's probably half a dozen guys he's going
to testify against.

Fuck me! They block me

every time I ask for something,
claiming, get this,

national security.

National security and crack cocaine
in the same sentence?

Does that not sound
strange to you?

Okay, what exactly
do you want?

Who's this?

He's a reporter.

So what do you know
about Danilo Blandon?

I don't know him.

Come on, Ricky.
Danilo's going to testify against you tomorrow.

He's the witness they've been hiding.

Man, there ain't no way
they flipped Danilo!

- Sit down...
- Nah!

...and listen to what he has to say.

They didn't flip anyone.

Look, Ricky.

Blandon was working for the government

the entire time.

- You for real?
- Yeah.

He for real?

Blandon a snitch?

Look here, man, he was 1,000 times heavier
than I'll ever be.

He LA, New York, Atlanta.
He everywhere.

- I couldn't sell it fast enough to keep up with supply.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Slow down.
- Wait. You mean demand.

No, I mean supply.

I was buying 100 kilos a week.

Selling $3 million a day.

And still couldn't get rid of that inventory
fast enough, man.

It was raining coke.

- Allegedly, Ricky.
- Allegedly.

- Allegedly.
- Look here, man.

I gave him six million a week.
Allegedly.

- That's impossible.
- Is it?

- I'm exaggerating, Fenster?
- Yeah, I hope so.

How do you sell that much cocaine
on the street?

Look here, man, we used to cook it
with baking soda.

We called it Ready Rock.
Powder was for rich folks.

Holy shit.

Look here, man, I was just the elf.

Blandon was Santa Claus.

This is where Ricky ran his operation.

No, don't get out of the car!

Are you out of your fucking mind?

How did this happen?

Exactly. Which is why we're going
to get the hell out of here.

What about this doesn't piss you off?

It's complicated for me.

Whatever the hell happened,
all this shit has run downhill, right here.

I need to speak with Blandon.

He's a protected witness.
How are you going to do that?

Yes, I know. I can't.

But you can.

Mr. Blandon,

during the years when you were acting

as a paid informant
of the U.S. government,

the years you say you wholesaled cocaine
to my client in Los Angeles,

was the government aware
that you were smuggling

tons of cocaine into the United States?

Objection. Relevance. Inflammatory.

The government called this witness,
Your Honor.

He is a paid confidential informant.

The jury has a right to know
the scope of his expertise.

Overruled.

- Approach, Your Honor?
- Later.

Mr. Blandon?

Yes.

- Yes, what?
- The government knew.

Knew everything?

Objection. Speculation.

Sustained.

Mr. Blandon,

how much money did you
take in from cocaine sales

while you were working
for the U.S. government?

$1.5 billion.

$1.5 billion.

That's correct.

What did you do with that money?

We made so much money
we had to keep

an apartment just to keep the cash.

It was floor-to-ceiling dollars.

We had to rotate the money
from the top to the bottom

to prevent mold from
coming on the money from the humidity.

What the fuck does this say?

Did he have a partner
or a government agency he was working with?

Mr. Blandon, were you working
with a partner at that time?

Yes,

Norwin Meneses.

Norwin Meneses.

- Excuse me?
- That's correct.

Wait a second, what exactly
is happening here, Your Honor?

Clearly, this reporter is giving
direction to counsel.

- Approach.
- Thank you.

Your Honor,

this man in the first row is a reporter

and he's giving questions to counsel.

If he is, and I'm not saying that he is.

Well, he is.

Okay, he is. But there's nothing in the rules
that says he can't.

I don't like it.
But I'm not going to stop it. For now.

Then I am compelled
to warn the court that this door

leads to very sensitive
national security matters.

Then maybe you
shouldn't have opened it.

Mr. Blandon, is it true
that you and Norwin Meneses

were in communication with
the federal government together?

Can you tell us who in
the federal government

you were in communication with?

Who were you working with?

The FBI?

Mr. Dodson can't answer
that question for you, Mr. Blandon.

Remember, you're under oath.

The DEA?

No,

it was the CIA.

The Central Intelligence Agency.

Yes.

So, Mr. Blandon,

what did the CIA have you do?

Objection!
Relevance, Your Honor!

Overruled. Mr. Blandon,
answer the question.

We were asked to support

a free and democratic
Nicaragua, the Contras,

the rebels,

by sending planes into Nicaragua

and raising money here
in the U.S. for the war.

Mr. Blandon,

did the CIA specifically know
that you were selling cocaine

to buy guns and supplies
to support its cause?

Objection!

This line of questioning
has absolutely no relevance.

Overruled.

They knew who we were.

Why else would they come to us?

The day Ronald Reagan got elected,

the Cubans and the Soviets
started triggering

revolutions all over
South and Central America.

And when they got Nicaragua

that put them 50 miles
from the Panama Canal.

Reagan drew the line in the sand.

And that's where America
was going to win the Cold War. Except,

Congress hated Reagan's guts.
They wanted nothing to do with him.

They were never going to fund his
little Contra war.

So the White House needed money.

Lots and lots of money.

Guys, that's the '80s.
It's 10-year-old news. What's the story?

Jerry, just let him finish.

Look, so one of
the DEA's most wanted,

not only not in jail for eternity,

but apparently on a government payroll.

Admitting in open court

that he brought in thousands of kilos

of cocaine to the U.S. every day.

- For them.
- For who?

The U.S. government.
Or with them.

Or at least while they were
looking the other way.

Jesus.

That little stunt you pulled
in that courtroom.

I got complaints from
Justice in Sacramento and Washington.

- Yeah, but I got Blandon.
- Jerry,

this is the biggest story
the Merc's ever had.

That's what worries me.
A lot of blind spots, you know?

We don't know Washington.
We don't do international.

We do now.

We do, do we?
How many CIA sources do you have?

- None yet.
- Get one.

What are they saying officially?

They're not even calling me back.

Holy shit.

Gary, you get some sources on the record,
we'll see where we're at.

Watch your ass.

The success of communism
in Central America poses the threat

that 100 million people from Panama

to the open border on our south

could come under the control
of pro-Soviet regimes.

If we cut off the freedom fighters,

we will be giving the Soviets a free hand
in Central America.

Mr. Meneses?

Hi. Gary Webb. How are you?

Okay. What took you so long?

How's that?

No other reporter
has ever tried to find me.

Are you a friend, Mr. Webb?

Because your country is
no longer a friend of mine.

I'm not an enemy.

You play golf?

Uh...

Hockey.

Step into my parlor.

The five iron.

A perfectly designed club.

In golf, if you have a five iron,

you don't need anything else.

If you use it, like a tool,
you can carve any shot in the game.

You can even slice a man open
if you know how to use it properly.

So guns for drugs.

You know, it's easy to think
that this situation was only about drugs.

But you need to look at it
from our point of view.

If the Contra movement
would have no friends and no money

we would have been forced
to live under a government

that tells you what to say,
what not to say,

what to think, what not to think.

If you were me, would you sit still

and watch as your children are forced

to live a life of irrelevance and servitude?

And you watched from
the deck of your yacht?

My yacht?

Norwin, you were arrested for trafficking narcotics
for the first time in 1975.

That's 10 years before the Contra war.

Come on, you're not a freedom fighter.

I thought you were my friend.

Just looking for the truth.

Well, you're gonna get the truth.

You got someone else
down here I could talk to?

I can introduce you
to my banker, Mr. Baier.

I'd like that.

Come, I show you the airstrip now.

So when did all of this start?

They were always looking for ways

to raise money to fight this war.

There was this one time when Ollie...

Ollie went to his friends in Washington,
and this is years ago...

Oliver North?

Cómo?

Oliver North.

No, Oliver Hardy.
Yes, Oliver North.

So he said why don't we use the cash seized
from the cocaine arrests

to fund and support the Contra war?

Of course, they declined, you know?

But as you can see, Ollie wasn't the only
person with ideas like this.

Did it have to be drugs?

The ends justify the means.

Yeah, write that down.

You Americans,
you don't want coconuts or bananas.

You want cocaine,
and I know where to find cocaine.

And my pilots were already flying

from Central America
to the United States.

And they were American.

How long ago was this shut down?

Eight to 10 years ago.

The land is now privately owned.

If I was in the CIA
and I was risking my life

overseas doing something illegal,

believe me, I would want someone like me
to help do the job.

Write this name down...
Fred Weil.

W-E-I-L.

That's the guy you have to talk to.

What was stored here?

Weapons. Cash.

Lots and lots of cash.

These pilots, do you know their names?

I don't know.

Now that you know the truth,

you will be faced with the most
important decision of your life.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Deciding whether to share it or not.

You have a family?
You married?

Yeah.

Like I said.

The pilots used little airstrips in Florida,
Arizona, California.

Come.

I'll take care of it.

Down on your knees.
Keep your head down.

Don't answer that.

Jesus Christ.

Passport. Passport.

Yes, we have to go now.
We're leaving.

We're sorry.

- Nice and calm.
- We're sorry.

Nice and calm.

You're where?

I'm in DC.
And look, don't worry.

You want me here.
Trust me on this, Anna.

The guys are getting nervous.

You're supposed to be back here.

Look, I changed planes in Miami.
I kept all my receipts.

I'll pay for my own damn flight back home
if I have to, all right?

We can't do this on the phone.

I don't want to do this
on the phone, all right?

I've got to go.

Fred Weil?

Hey. Gary Webb,
San Jose Mercury News.

I don't talk to the press.
Call Public Affairs.

I spoke to Norwin Meneses.

That's classified.
How did you get it?

I got it from a drug dealer.

Perfect.

Listen, I was John Kerry's
lead investigator

on the Senate subcommittee
that investigated this.

You have no idea what
you're getting into.

Why don't you tell me?
Tell me what I'm getting into.

I'm on the National Security Council now.

And I have the trust
of the President and his cabinet.

It took me 10 years
to get back to that place.

Your name goes nowhere near this.

This conversation never happened.
You have my word on that.

You ever do anything like this before?

No.

Has your paper?

Not that I'm aware of.

Some fancy information you have there.

And dangerous.

I'd be remiss if I didn't tell you

that other reporters have
been down this rabbit hole.

Seasoned reporters who knew
their way around Washington

and Central America.

So what are you telling me?

I had an American citizen,

a rich Republican Party fundraiser,

a White House favorite, in my office,

upset about things he was hearing.

He believed in freedom
and defeating communism,

but not in laundering
narcotics money for guns.

And he's sitting in my office
in the U.S. Senate

and he gets a phone call
telling him that if he talked to me,

he'd die.

But this is your ticket
out of small-time, right?

You're going to make your bones on this.

This is a true story.

My friend, some stories
are just too true to tell.

That's bullshit.

Yeah?

And yes, it is.

Congratulations.
You figured that out.

"Too true to tell."

Welcome to
San Francisco International Airport.

Please do not leave
your bags unattended.

Sometimes I just wish I could climb
inside that head of yours

and see all the shit you carry around.

Really?

No, not really.

There's too many bad guys.

And ghosts.

And scary monsters running around.

Well, what do you want me to do, Sue?

Do something else for a living?

No.

This one just scares me.

Be careful.

Hey.

Yeah.

Jesus.

Hello?

It's Russell Dodson.

Hello, Russell Dodson.

Listen, Gary, we haven't
handled this right at all.

Before you print anything,

there's a few guys from DC
that would like to sit down with you.

You should hear them out.

I'm listening.

Gary, thanks for coming.

I'm Agent Miller,
and this is Agent Jones.

Can we get you a cup of coffee?

No.

How about one of those cappuccinos?

Just got a new espresso machine,

probably cost the taxpayers 30 grand.

Ah...

No, I'm fine.

Get him a cappuccino.

Now we don't agree with everything
that happens in our agencies,

so this is a little awkward for us.

But you're getting into some sensitive areas.

There are ongoing operations
you're in danger of exposing.

Operations that have taken months,
years to set up.

Thousands of man-hours,
millions to fund.

And how do you know that?

We know you were in Nicaragua.

We know you saw Meneses.

Am I being followed?

What's your angle, Webb?

Some governmental informants are scumbags?

Look, I was under the impression

that you guys had something to say to me?

But, to answer your question, no.

My angle is that the American government

knew drugs were put on the streets
to fund an illegal war.

What you want to say
happened, never happened.

Then why am I here?

American kids

were going to die in that war.

American kids did die,
and they're still dying.

Just not the ones you care about, apparently.

We'd never threaten your children, Mr. Webb.

My children?

What did you say?

I'm writing the story.

Okay. I'm about to press send.

We're ready.
All hands on deck.

Don't over-edit it.

Don't worry.

Anna?

Gary, I got it.

Go enjoy your family.

Let's go, let's go,
let's go! All right, last one in is a rotten egg!

Woo-hoo!

Is it cold or warm?

- It's warm.
- Ready?

All right, precious cargo.

- Dizzy yet?
- No.

- Okay.
- Come on, Momma!

- Come on, Mom.
- Come on, Mom, get in.

Why do they gang up on Momma?

You have to dry my hair!

Where you going, Dad?

- Dad.
- Don't, Dad!

Dad, it's up! It's online!

Whoo!

Mom!

Oh, my God, Mom, check this out.

It just went up.
It's everywhere.

Gary!

"For the better part of a decade,

"a San Francisco Bay Area
drug ring sold tons of cocaine

"to the Crips and Bloods street gangs

"of Los Angeles and funneled millions

"in drug profits to a Latin American guerrilla army

"run by the U.S.
Central Intelligence Agency.

"A Mercury News
investigation has found

"this drug network opened the first pipeline
between Colombia and..."

Hey.

Hey.

You did it.

Yeah.

Want to go fool around in the woods?

Yeah.

Yes, I do.

Don't look, don't look.

Hey, come on!

You should see our switchboard!

It is lit up like a Christmas tree!

We're getting calls
from all over the world, Gary.

What do you want to do?

Well, it's just the beginning, isn't it?

I think there's more to do.

Got to keep running out the story.
Keep digging.

Anything you need.

Okay? But take a victory lap.

Hey, Anna, that graphic you guys used?

The crack pipe on the CIA emblem?

Are you out of your mind?

It's like the CIA
is cooking crack in their basement.

Gary, that was my idea,
so blame me, but come on.

We got their attention, didn't we?

We're just calling to say
thanks for doing this.

There's a lot of
pride here this morning.

Congratulations, buddy.

Hey, Gary.

Yeah?

You did it.

This is the big one.

Enjoy yourself!

Let's focus on The Washington Post,

The New York Times
and the LA Times.

And get Richard Zuckerman on the phone.

What interests me is who is gonna tell me

how we missed this goddamned story.

How'd the San Jose Mercury News,

a paper one-fifth the size
of the Los Angeles Times

and 300 miles away, scooped us

on one of the most important stories
in this city in, in what?

Twenty years?

How about you, Rich?
Didn't you cover Ricky Ross?

- Parts of it.
- Yeah, apparently the wrong parts.

We had Blandon in one of our stories.

- As what?
- A government source.

He's also apparently almost single-handedly

responsible for the crack epidemic.

Which, by the way, started right here

in Watts, fiuve fucking miles
from where we're sitting.

Look, Mark.
I don't need to tell you this,

but if this story stands,
some of your people are going to jail.

Richard, the idea that any one person

could have played
a decisive role in the crack epidemic

is absurd.

What about Norwin Meneses?

We have no documentation

that this guy ever did any business with us.

Richard, this Gary Webb, he's got nothing.

He's got drug dealers
and money launderers as sources.

Rich, you know this guy Webb.
What do you think?

It's thin.

Except that he posted all his sources
on the Merc website.

- So?
- So nobody's done that before.

I need every line of that story taken apart
and checked for inaccuracies.

Get Dominic Brady back here from Washington.

I want at least 15 people on this thing.

Leo, what if we're overreacting?

I mean, it's the San Jose Mercury News.

Is anyone even going to pay attention?

A reporter for the
San Jose Mercury News suggested

that the CIA might have played a role

in permitting Nicaraguan
drug dealers to distribute

crack cocaine in
South Central Los Angeles during the 1980s.

That had enormous resonance
within the African-American community.

We have been faked out,
we have been tricked,

and we have been undermined.

If they had put that
crack in Beverly Hills,

it would be a presidential issue.

We love our children
just like you love yours.

I think it is enough information here

to say to the CIA, you stand accused.

President Clinton will be back out

on the campaign trail next week.

I've got

requests for you from CNN, CNBC,

Jerry Springer, Geraldo Rivera
and Montel Williams.

The London Times and Le Monde
are sending reporters in to interview you

and 60 Minutes and Dateline both want you,

but only if you don't do the other one.

And I just got the call last night,

the National Press Association Journalist
of the Year

is Mr. Gary Webb.

Congratulations, Gary.

on, baby!

Thank you.

Life's beautiful.

it's checking out, Richard.
I spoke with the banker in Panama City.

His name is Hansjorg Baier.
He met with Webb. He confirmed,

he laundered drug money for the Contras.

Norwin Meneses was his client.

Are these sources reliable enough?
For the Post?

I mean, they're all drug dealers.

The banker isn't a drug dealer.

Also, there's this American ex-pat

that had a ranch
in the jungle for 30 years.

And he let these two American pilots

land and take off from his airstrip.

And he let them store dope on his property.

You're talking to drug dealers
and money launderers.

I'm talking to Langley.

Well, I'm filing.

You guys do whatever you want with it.

So what's our point of view?

That Webb doesn't
have any legitimate sources.

That the CIA would
never use these low-lifes

and, in fact, denies it unequivocally.

That basically he's a fraud
and so is his story.

I'll take that upstairs and see if it'll fly.

Yeah, you're going to turn into a chip.

Wait, you guys, he's done.
Ian, it's on. Come here, it's on.

In tonight's Eye on America,

accusations, underscore
the word "accusations,"

that are nothing short of explosive.

That the CIA

knowingly and intentionally
did what amounts

to pump crack cocaine
into Los Angeles...

That's not what he said.

...to help fund rebels in Nicaragua.

You never said "intentionally."

Whether or not these claims prove true,
the anger they...

A lot of people are saying

of course, including people in Congress

that the CIA intentionally addicted

African-Americans to crack cocaine.

Right, well, what you and others are doing
is putting words in my mouth.

We never made that claim.

What have you got to prove that Americans
working in the U.S. government

collaborated in selling crack cocaine

into the African-American
community of Los Angeles?

Well, first of all,
we never said that Americans

working in the government
were doing this.

These were Nicaraguans
working for the CIA-run army.

Okay. It's not CIA U.S. officials.

Not that we know so far.

Okay. It's not U.S. officials.
Okay. Go ahead.

What the CIA wanted to do was to fight a war
that Congress didn't want.

And the ripple effect of that, what happened
in South Los Angeles

and other American cities,
well, that was a mistake.

This is a smoking cannon

that leads all the way
to the White House.

We have no evidence
of a conspiracy by the CIA

to engage in encouraging drug
traffickers in Nicaragua...

I am going to make somebody pay

for what they have done
to my community and to my people.

Don't give me that conspiracy bull...

There has never been
a conspiracy in this country.

Señor Baier.

Hello?

Gary, it's Fred Weil.

You haven't seen the
East Coast papers yet?

No.

It's 4:00 a.m.

I was you once, Gary.

I started down this road.
Though, nowhere near as far as you are.

When they saw I wasn't gonna stop,
they controversialized me.

Do you have any idea
what I'm talking about?

They make you the story.

That you have a history of schizophrenia,
you're a liar, you're a homo,

you beat your dog,

you're a pedophile,
it doesn't matter if none of it's true.

The point is no one remembers
what you found.

They remember you,

and you're nuts.

You cease to exist.

Gary, you there?

Yeah, I'm here.

Remember, you get the most flak

when you're right above the target.

That's when they empty
all their guns into you,

when you're about to drop
a bomb on the Kremlin.

Or, in this case,
the Central Intelligence Agency.

You hang in there, Gary.

Morning.

You guys don't look so good.

- Morning, Gary.
- Good morning.

We just want to take your temperature,
you know,

get your perspective
before we weigh in here.

About what?

Well, the CIA's response
to you, for one.

Well, there isn't one really, is there?

Still nothing?

Not a single source?
I mean,

at this point, I'll take anybody
who takes home a check from the CIA. Anyone.

Well, they're a secretive organization, Jerry.
I mean, that's what they do.

They're secretive.
They don't talk.

Well, at least The Washington Post

isn't saying we got all our facts wrong.

Well, because they're not.

But what the Post is saying

is that we're just here to
attest to the moral purity

of the Central Intelligence Agency.

Gary, Richard Zuckerman
is a living legend.

Yeah, who thinks his job
is to defend the CIA.

He used to work for them.
He was a media intern for God's sakes.

Am I crazy?

Reading this stuff is like reading Pravda
circa 1953, you guys.

I mean, what am I missing here?

Gary, cards on the table.
We got a call from Corporate this morning.

They are getting a little nervous.

And so we're just going to take a beat,
step back,

look at the big picture
on behalf of the paper.

We don't want to print anything else

until we get our ducks in a row, okay?

And we're keeping you in the loop.

No big deal.

- Gary, can I talk to you for a second?
- Yeah. Yeah.

I just got a call.

NBC's canceling their segment on the story.
They're not gonna run it.

And you're not going to believe this,

but we've heard that The Washington Post

is going to say you're
an active part of Ricky Ross' defense,

that your involvement verges on complicity,

and that you and Ricky Ross are telling
this fairy tale together.

It's not funny.

Come on. Anna, it's funny.

No, our careers could be on the line.

Look, we drew blood.
They're going to say anything.

Would you?

- What?
- I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean that.

You think I'd make some shit up?

No.

- You're my editor.
- I know.

It's my name on this story,
but it's your name on that damn door.

Don't forget that.

It's right there.

It's Rich Kline.

It's Gary Webb.

Really?

Okay.

Hello?

What's happening here, Rich?

The only people you have in your story

is the former Director of the CIA...

the current Director of the CIA...

and, guess who,
a bunch of CIA officials.

Are you following up
on anything I wrote,

or are you just talking to the CIA?

I can't be talking to you.

Why?

I don't know. I'm sorry.

What...

Son of a bitch.

What the fuck?

Hey!

What the hell you doing?

I can see you!

Hey!

Son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch!

I saw him and I chased him down
the goddamn street.

Okay, so then you tried to shoot the guy.

I fired a warning shot.

I have a family to protect.

Did he try to break in?

No, he was at the back of my car.

He wasn't trying to steal it.

I don't know what the hell he was doing,
but he was there.

See his fingerprints or some shit.

He was doing...
He was messing with it,

I don't know what he was doing.

What are you doing?

Do you have any reason to believe

your family's in danger, Mr. Webb?

No.

No.

- Dad!
- What is that?

- Hey, Dad!
- It's Ian.

Hey!

You can't...
Put that shit down.

Hey, Dad! Dad!

All these people just came down

and are looking through all your shit!

Can I help you?

- Sorry. You can't be in here.
- What are you doing?

- It's a crime scene.
- It's not a crime scene.

Hey, excuse me, this is my house.
What are you doing?

Who the fuck are you?

Hey, will you put this down?
This is my shit! This is my house!

Get the fuck out!

- Get the fuck out of here!
- Gary.

Ian, anybody comes down here,
hit them with that.

Gary.

Hey.

I see you!

I know you had a hard night last night,
but I need to warn you

before you come into work tomorrow

that the next week
or so is going to be rough.

Now Dateline thinks you lied to them
so they're coming after you.

And so is Nightline,
and every other major

that hasn't had their shot yet.

Well, the story's tight.

It's not perfect.

Well, Jerry put the brakes on
when I need to keep going.

I'm not done, Anna.

And I need you to protect me
so I can finish what we started.

It's not the story now.

This is about you.

The New York Times gave us a courtesy call.
They went into everything.

Every closet and corner of your life.

Every speeding ticket, every bar fight.

Every libel suit pinned on you.

That's gossip. That's not news.
Who cares?

And, now, Jerry's talking
about you working

out of the Cupertino office for a while.

Jerry's out of his mind.
That's not happening.

Hey bud, come on in.

That's not a good idea.

Ian, go to your room.

What is this?

They found out about that woman?

The woman in Cleveland,
Gary, at The Plain Dealer.

Yeah? And?

Why didn't you tell us the whole story?

What the fuck?

Look, who I do or what the fuck I do in my life

is not your concern, you understand that?

- This is between my wife and I. God...
- Excuse me.

It's between my wife and I,
God damn it.

It's not your fucking concern.

You can take any man's life,
put it under a microscope.

You can dissect it,
turn a simple man's life

into a circus sideshow.
You know that.

What about the rest of me?

Can we focus on that?

Dad, what happened in Cleveland?

Come on.

There's no such thing
as a little mistake, Ian.

One wrong turn and you're lost.

Keep turning, trying to get back...

You sound like a writer, writing.

I'm asking my father
what happened in Cleveland.

I screwed up.

Who was it?

A reporter in the newsroom.

What was her name?

Why does that matter?

It matters to me.

Barbara.

Did you love her?

No.

Do you love Mom?

I love your mother.

Ian, you and your brother,
your sister, your mother,

you're everything to me.
You're all I got.

I couldn't stand losing that.

What happened to her?

She committed suicide.

That's really shitty.

Yeah, it was.

Is that why we left Ohio?

Because you ran away?

Yeah, well, we needed a fresh start.

Oh, God, I'm really disappointed in you.

Mom's amazing.

We don't have a choice, Gary.

This is the only option
on the table right now.

Good for you to get out
of the line of fire for a beat.

You can cool off, you know,
pop out some easy human interest stuff.

Dad, what's in Cupertino?

It's the paper's bureau for losers.

Where I won't get in trouble.

Or so they think.

Maybe just don't go, Daddy.

I know. But, honey,
Daddy's got to go to work.

We've got the house to pay for
and all these school clothes.

'Cause you guys are growing like weeds.

Look after them.

You guys be good.

Photos. Your old records.

Hmm.

Some of Christine's drawings.

Okay.

That kind of thing.

I hate this.

I know.

I don't want to be alone.

I'm no good at it, you know that.

Maybe some time apart
will be a good thing.

Well, it's got to be.

Um...

Okay.

Love you, Daddy.

- Bye.
- Love you too.

- Love you.
- Love you, Daddy!

I was told that the Police Department

is having trouble keeping
the troopers' horses healthy.

Yeah.

Yeah, I hear it was bowel trouble?

Constipation.

I have you on record as working in Nicaragua

with John Cullen and Barry Reid
between '81 and '85.

Yeah, I worked with Reid,
but I don't know Cullen.

You have any contact info for Reid?

Last I heard he was in New Orleans.
I think he died, though.

Well, I'd like to review your flight logs.
Names of pilots.

I can't do that, Mr. Webb.

Is there anyone else I can speak to?

I don't know, maybe try back in a week.
You can talk to my boss.

Is Cullen residing in Lake City?

Down in Florida maybe.
Look, I can't talk to you.

You didn't even open the box I gave you.

What?

Oh, honey, I can't open that.

You can't?

Look, I gotta focus.

You understand?
I gotta focus so I can finish this thing.

And then what happens?

Then it's done.

And then what?

Then what? What?
I didn't choose what's happening here, Sue.

I didn't choose this.

I don't want to fucking be here

in this shit box, away from home.

Come on. What is this?

What do you mean, huh?

Can't you see what this
is doing to all of us?

That's not fair.

Look, you are who
you always were, Gary.

No regret.

No blame, no judgment.
It's just a fact.

I guess it's me who's changed.

What are you saying?

- What are you saying?
- I don't know.

You do know.

Say it!

I don't know.

Don't turn on the light.

I'm John Cullen.

Do you know that name?

What you found here, Gary, is a monster.

I was recruited by the Agency.

Out of college.

I knew Spanish and Law,

and I wanted to do good.

I wanted to fight some evil empire.

I went to Central America.

Made nice with radicals.

Slept with some of the pretty ones.

And turned in names.

Then I started noticing
that they were disappearing.

Permanently.

The people that we hunted,

murdered.

All they had was a deep desire
to reform the government

and have free elections.

That's it.

After I left the Agency,
I worked my way into a major drug cartel.

It was early Medellin.

I solved logistical issues.

Bringing supply into the United States.

Paved the way, you might say,
as the traffic grew and grew.

Well, someone in Washington
knows what you do

and is doing nothing to stop it.

It's all lies and corruption, Gary.

You get attracted to the power,

then you become addicted to the power,

then you're devoured by the power.

Your thing and my thing,
are they connected?

Are they the same?

Yes, they are the same.

Danilo Blandon.

This is him, yesterday.

This is you here, today.

Nobody wants to hear your sad story, Gary.

You can go on record.

And end up dead?

No.

Then why are you here?

I'm confessing.

Who else am I going to tell?

Anna?

Who is it?

It's Gary.

Gary, it's 6:00 in the morning.

I found him.
Or he found me.

- Who?
- The asset.

It's the piece I've been missing.

The only thing I didn't have.

It's what you kept asking for.

So I can keep going.

He was a part of the operation, Anna.
You understand that? CIA.

- Gary, all right, slow down.
- Look, if I can just get him

to go on record,
he'll confirm everything.

He came to my goddamn hotel room.

You gotta talk to Jerry about this.

- I'm not finished with it!
- Calm down.

- I'm not finished!
- Gary.

Look, I'm trying to keep you
on the payroll, okay?

- I'm trying to save your career.
- You know I'm not

just gonna sit back
and be quiet and do nothing

so I can collect your goddamn check.

- I understand.
- You know that. You know me.

I'm gonna keep going.
I'm gonna finish this.

For you, or I'm gonna
do it for somebody else.

Look, there's a staff meeting tomorrow.

We'll talk about it there. Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Morning, Gary.

Hey, hey, hey.

I want to run a couple ideas by you guys

about this asset, the CIA asset.

Gary, have a seat.

- Hey, Pete.
- Hey.

When'd you get in from Washington?

No easy way to say this, Gary,
so I'm just going to say it.

We've had Pete backtrack
a few of your leads.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, I'm telling you now.

Pete, why didn't you say anything?

We didn't like some of the stuff
that Pete brought back, okay?

Some of your sources
have changed their stories.

Of course, they did.

Well, they're saying they never said

the things you have them saying.

Well, that's how they operate, Jerry.

- "They"?
- The Agency.

They deny everything.

Everyone who works with the CIA,
the CIA denies everything.

Did you ever get
an actual CIA operative on the record?

We never made that claim.
I think that's been very clear at this point.

- He never said...
- Anna,

did you not tell them about the guy
that came to my hotel?

But he said he's not
going on the record, Gary.

No, I think I made...

Did you get anyone who works
for the CIA on the record?

- Who is this guy?
- Outside counsel.

Okay, look here.
Let me catch you up to speed here, Counselor.

The CIA uses people that worked for the CIA.

They also use people who work with the CIA.
You get the difference.

We don't operate in a courtroom
or in absolutes, Gary.

We operate in shades of gray.

I didn't realize truth was a shade of gray.
Anyone else?

It's not what you can prove.

It's what people say they remember.

Your word against theirs.

Would have been wonderful to get a couple
of innocent people on the record, Gary.

Yeah, well, nobody a part of this story
is innocent, Jerry.

You know, call Norwin Meneses.

He's in Managua.
He's in a prison.

He was happy to speak to me
when I came down.

He said he never spoke to you.

You kidding me?

I was in Managua for three days,
you know this...

No, I know you were in Managua, Gary.

He said you never got inside the prison.

He said he never saw you.

Well, there were 500 other people who did.

Yeah, but can you prove it?

What, you mean, like did I bring home a T-shirt
from the prison gift shop?

- Do you have any proof...
- What do you want?

...you were actually inside that prison?

- I bribed my way in.
- Oh, for Christ's sake.

Well, look, it's a Third World country.

What did you expect me to do?
What about all my notes?

Legally, they're just your notes.

All it means is you wrote them.

You could have made them up later.

- Fuck you.
- Easy, Gary.

- Fuck you both.
- Hey.

You questioning my ethics?

Thinking I'd re-engineer a goddamn thing?

- How fucking dare you!
- Gary, calm down.

And what about this Swiss banker? Baier?

Yeah, what about him?

I can't find him.

We're going to have to look
a little harder then.

No one's heard from him, Gary.

This is crazy. This is nuts.

The CIA can't take a piss without

getting their dicks caught in their fly,

but they're absolutely fantastic at this.
I mean, look at you guys.

You're looking at me like I'm crazy,
like I'm lying.

- This is, Gary...
- That's what you're doing!

Nobody's saying that.
This is not personal. Do not...

How is this not personal?

Look, Gary, we got into this together,

so we're going to get out of it together.

We're going to get out of it?

We are going to print an open letter

saying that some mistakes were made.

Don't do that.
Don't do that.

Come on, Gary, there's a bigger picture here,
open your eyes.

My eyes are wide open.
Know what I see?

I see a bunch of people
that are worried about their reputations.

Terrified that the Post or the Times

aren't going to pluck you
from the foothills of San Jose

and give you a job on the mountaintop.

You know, Jerry, you print that letter,
you can't undo it. Not ever.

You become a paper that tells the truth

only when you fucking feel like it.

Some of the heavyweights
of American journalism

have examined Webb's work

and found it reckless, often wrong.

Just this week,
Webb was pulled off the CIA story

after his own executive
editor admitted the articles

oversimplified the origins
of the crack epidemic.

He also wrote,
"I feel that we did not have proof

"that top CIA officials knew."

Many Americans do seem willing to believe
that their own government

could have been involved
in drug smuggling.

Despite the criticism
of Mr. Webb's work,

he is scheduled to receive

the Bay Area Journalist
of the Year Award.

Some within the
organization are debating

whether he is worthy of this...

Where the fuck's my bike?
Come on. Come on!

Hey, excuse me, have you seen a bike
that was here? A motorcycle?

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

God!

Come on.

What are you looking at?

He's here!

I see his car!

Daddy!

- Dad!
- Hey, munchkins!

How are you?
How you doing?

Good.

Good to see you.
How you doing, kiddo?

- Good.
- What happened to your hand?

That's just a little scratch.
It's nothing.

You ever coming home?

Working on it, kiddo.
We're working on it.

Mom! Dad's here!

Hi, chicken.

- Hey, Mom.
- Look at you.

Come on, Christine, let's go.

You look beautiful.

I look beautiful.

Come in.

What's this?

It's a long story.
It's nothing. It's boring.

Hi.

Hi. How you been?

Really good, considering.

I've decided to continue
writing on my own,

without the paper.

- You're resigning?
- Yeah.

- Well, that's good.
- Yeah.

I mean, you know, walk away.
Fresh start.

Make room for something new.

Yeah.

Thanks for coming with me.
It means a lot.

Tonight's going to be a good night.

Journalist of the Year.

Yeah, you ready?
You look ready.

- You guys behave.
- Love you guys.

Where's Ian?

No way.

No way.

What?

What?

This is great!

Yeah.

Oh, man, look at her.

You did it! You did it! You did it!

Thank you.

I'm so proud of you.

- Thank you.
- I'm super proud of you.

All right! Yes!

I'll follow you.

Yeah, don't drive too fast.

- Well, what?
- We'll see.

Unbelievable!

Unbelievable.

Congratulations.

Congratulations, Gary! Good job!

Thank you, thank you.

Good to see you,
good to see you.

My first story was about a dog
that should have died, but wouldn't.

I was 22. It was a stupid little feature,
but I was proud of it.

I put it in a frame
and hung it on my wall.

And believed I joined
a secret guild of reporters that day.

If there was ever
a believer, it was me.

My last story was about
a police horse in Cupertino, California

who died of constipation.

Actually, it's not a joke.

But to begin with a dog and end with
a pile of horseshit,

there's a kind of poetry in there,
somewhere.

But this, this is horseshit.

Me being up here.

Look, I know I pissed
off a lot of people over the years.

Many of whom are in
this room right now.

But I think that's what good
investigative reporting does.

It ruffles feathers.

But I was never fired.

And my editors never
threw me under the bus.

And that's because I never wrote
anything until now

that really mattered to a lot of people.

Mattered in a scary way.

I'm not going to take it back,

make nice to save my job.

Because I thought my job...

I thought my job was to tell
the public the truth,

the facts, pretty or not,

and let the publishing of those facts
make a difference

in how people look at things,

at themselves, at what they stand for.

That's shame on me.

This is the only thing
I ever wanted to do.

And for a while,

a long while, it was an honor.

Before we say goodnight,
there's one more item of business.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, bud.

You okay?

I'm not sure.

Well, I'm really proud of you.

Thanks, bud.

Listen,

I've done a lot of things
that I'm not proud of.

But I've never stopped loving you.

Not once.

I know.

I need some air.

Yeah.

Hey, Dad, don't go too far.

This town hall meeting

allows the South Central
community to interact

with the Director of
Central Intelligence.

Please join me in welcoming
CIA Director, John Deutch.

How are we supposed to trust

the CIA officials to
investigate themselves?

"Is Gary Webb in the house?"
is the first thing I want to ask.

Is Gary Webb in here?

Gary Webb is the reporter
for the San Jose Mercury News

who broke the story wide open.

Allow Gary Webb
to have full access

to the Investigator General's
full documentation

and comparatively go through it
as the investigation goes on.

Thank you.

There's no question in my mind

there is a complicity in the flow of drugs
into this country.

Same pilots, same airstrips,
same airplanes,

carrying guns and drugs at the same time,
and people knew it.

South Central Los Angeles
and every other city in America

are owed an explanation.

Yeah, Dad. You're fighting with us.

It's too hard for you.

- Do you have any more, Eric?
- Dad!