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(dramatic music)

(guns cocking)

- [Officer] When we hit that door,

I want you to bring in the bird.

(helicopter whirring)

- We just got the search warrant,

tip from Miami PD. - Where is he?

- An office in the back, pistolas on all four sides,

informant said 2,000 keys.

Look Billy, do me a favor and keep the body count down.

I need this guy for trial.

- You got it counselor.

Hey Santana, this place is gonna be hot.

You're not wearing kevlar, I suggest you fall back.

- No way, I've been waiting

too long for this, knock it down!

- Okay.

(dramatic music)

(shouting)

(gunfire)

- Get that thing in here.

- Freeze! (gun fires)

Don't even breathe, Paco!

Fall back Santana, we're still not secure.

- Relax, he's a shark, I'm a lawyer.

I've got some professional courtesy coming.

Jose Martinez-Gacha, this is a warrant for your arrest.

(spits)

Back away man.

- Listen Santana, US attorney or not man,

this guy's got ice water in his veins.

- I said back away!

You...

See this paper?

We call it the Colombian sports page.

Check the score.

US one, Bogota nothing.

Take him.

- [Reporter] Jury deliberations entered their second day now

in what has become the longest trial

in Miami federal court history.

The prosecution of Jose Martinez-Gacha,

repeated head of the Medellin drug cartel.

Cuban born US attorney Michael Santana

predicted victory during his summation to the jury.

- I planned on predicting defeat,

but thought it might be in bad taste.

- Don't worry darling, there's not much riding on this.

- Oh no, no.

Just the future of US-Colombian relations,

the war against drugs,

my entire political career.

- It was a brilliant summation, Michael.

You've got it locked.

- You, out.

I want him alone.

- [Michael] Who the hell are you?

- Eddie Cole, sergeant.

I was the one who found Gacha's warehouse

the night of the bust.

- So what are you doing here now?

- I said get her out.

- Hey she's co-counselor, she hears what I hear.

- Fine.

Have it your way then, Santana.

- Wait.

I'll wait outside.

- I was working traffic that night the call came in.

A 26 at a drugstore on Preco.

Silent alarm.

When I got there I found this snitch, Alvarez.

Pill head.

Used to shoot up Ts and blues.

Anyway I caught him dead to rights.

He's gonna step off on this third one, mandatory 10.

That's when he gave me the warehouse with Gacha.

- Miami PD called us, we filled out the warrant.

Reliable informant, probable cause, so what?

That was months ago.

- So my conscience has been bothering me.

See he was an informant all right,

but the last thing I'd call him was reliable.

I had to beat the confession out of him.

You had no probable cause, Santana.

Your warrant was dirty.

- Why are you telling me this now?

- You want to know the truth?

- Yeah.

- They pinched Alvarez again, he's threatening to talk.

- [Man] The United States of America

versus Jose Martinez-Gacha.

The US court in and for the southern district of Florida

is now in session.

The honorable Mary Laverty presiding.

(gavel bangs)

- Before the jury reads its verdict,

I must ask the US attorney to rise.

Mr. Santana, is there anything

you'd like to tell this court?

- No your honor.

- Very well then, want counsel to approach the bench.

Last night in chambers I was visited

by a terrified Miami policeman.

This officer confessed to me that the arrest warrant

in this case was defective.

The warrant which led to the arrest of the defendant

with 2,000 kilos of cocaine was issued

on the word of a reliable informant,

but in fact this policeman had brutally beaten the informant

in order to obtain the defendant's whereabouts.

- Your honor--

- Let me finish.

Once he knew the informant's confession had been coerced,

Mr. Santana was duty bound to inform this court,

but for reasons of his own he has not.

Therefore under the doctrine of the

United States versus Wong Sun,

I rule that the warrant was tainted.

In legal terms it was the fruit of the poisonous tree.

The warrant is therefore vacated

and this case is dismissed.

(ominous music)

I will also recommend that US attorney Santana

be removed from the justice department and disbarred.

(somber music)

(upbeat music)

- What is it the French say?

- [Man] We'd like to go home.

- No, no the toast they use.

(speaks foreign language)

To your health.

Here's to the Frank McPike I know and love.

Out of the hospital and ready to do battle.

- Thanks Paul.

Thanks.

- You know Frank, when you went into that coma

some people at OCB were ready to order flowers,

but I never gave up on you for an instant.

- I just want to get back to work, Paul.

- We want you back too, Frank, where it's safe

behind a desk.

Deputy regional director.

You'll be in charge of operations.

- DRD ops?

It's a janitor's job.

I've got 16 years in Paul,

there's no way I'm going to do my 20

ordering office supplies, I'm a field man.

- That's just the point, Frank.

The field almost killed you.

I don't want to see that.

That thing with Terranova got personal.

You lost your judgment.

You lost the edge.

(beeping)

- That's lifeguard, I need to find a phone excuse me.

- You see what I mean Frank?

You can't even enjoy a simple expense account meal.

- Seller hardware, this is Mike Terranova speaking.

- What's wrong?

- I don't know Frank, maybe it's nothing

but Vinnie missed his last check in.

- How long?

- Just over two hours.

- Well he's still on leave on call and it's Saturday night.

- Yeah.

He's probably out with a blonde.

- Or redhead, Vince has a thing for redheads.

- You know Frank, he hasn't missed one of these calls

since you got shot.

- All right well listen, he's a big boy I'm not worried.

If you haven't heard anything by 2100 you give me a call.

- I don't hear anything by 2100,

I'm calling the AG himself.

- Goodnight uncle.

(knocking)

- Vince open up, it's me.

(knocking) Vince!

- [Narrator] 2240 Lakeview Road, got it.

Now don't let anyone touch the body

or anything around it, we'll be right there.

Send a squad car.

Hello Tracy.

- [Narrator] Tracy isn't here, this is Dev Petton.

- [Narrator] Well try and find a pen, it's important.

Homicide 2240 Lakeview Road.

- [Narrator] Okay I'll see what I can do.

- [Narrator] It's murder he says, does that mean

Mr. Dick Tracy won't have dinner with me tonight at all?

- [Narrator] Oh sure sure Tess you--

- Vince?

- [Narrator] Nearly four hours ago.

- [Narrator] Well at least you got this far.

- [Narrator] This far, and I dare to do...

- Vinnie!

(ominous music)

Hey buddy I hope you're in there alone.

(ominous music)

- Was this necessary? - Absolutely.

- Come on, he's only been gone two hours!

- [Frank] He's been gone five hours.

- Frank, a full forensic sweep?

We're talking four grand here,

maybe five grand with overtime.

- Paul a federal agent is missing.

- Look, I guarantee you he is in a bar with a girl.

They're going to wander in here drunk

and he's going to be very angry

when he finds a six man forensics team in his bedroom.

- You don't get it, I mean you really don't get it do you?

You understand?

He didn't walk, he was taken.

- Did you check the phone records?

- Only a few phone calls to his mother,

but it doesn't matter.

Vince was working on something,

he wouldn't have used his home phone.

- [Paul] Where are you going?

- I'm going to find my partner.

- Frank, if this turns into an AID you know the drill.

Partners are out of it.

The first shred of evidence that this is

an agent involved death you are

to surrender your weapon, you understand?

McPike!

(somber music)

- Where are you?

- I'm in a phone booth across the street

from Vinnie's place.

Now I need to know now, was he working on anything?

Lifeguard was he working on anything off the books?

(sighs)

- Yeah.

He asked me to run a couple of names for him.

- And why in the hell didn't you say something to me?

- Hey five hours ago he was chasing redheads, remember?

- All right all right, just pull up his work phone.

Who was he working for?

- Two Latins.

A guy named Alfonso Pena and a Pablo Ruiz.

Said it was a favor for his mother.

- Mother?

All right you listen to me.

I want you to get in touch with forensics

and check the drying time on that white paint.

It'll give us some idea of when he was taken,

and then I want you to run the numbers on his phone.

718-555-2210.

- Where are you gonna be?

- With the only person I know who can help.

- Holy Mary mother of God, pray for our sins now in the--

(knocking)

Hail Mary blessed art thou...

- Has there been any news?

- No sir.

- Where is my Vincenzo Frank?

Why hasn't he called?

You must know.

- Mrs. Aiuppo, it's like I told you on the phone.

He's working on something personal.

- Oh here's the woman I told you about, Irene Gallagher.

- Mrs. Gallagher. - Thank you.

- Mrs. Gallagher's son was a Jesuit.

Went through Aloa Seminary with Pete.

He and Carlotta have been friends since St. Augustus.

- A few weeks ago, father Tom called Vincenzo.

He asked him for help.

That's all I know.

- Mrs. Gallagher, Mr. Aiuppo said

that your son was a priest?

- He called me on the 21st.

That was the last...

(crying)

- [Frank] Ma'am.

- Thank you, mister?

- Frank.

- Thank you Frank.

You see, my Tommy was brilliant.

Everyone said he was destined to wear the red hat someday.

Cardinal they said.

I always dreamed he'd be saying mass at St. Patrick's.

But he wouldn't listen.

He said his place was with those people.

- What people, Mrs. Gallagher?

- See for yourself.

This came last week, right after

he disappeared.

(crying)

(static crackles)

- Hi ma.

Greetings from Salvador.

I'm sending you this tape so you can

see what we're doing here on our mission.

That's Marta, one of the orphans here.

These are my parishioners, ma.

The kids are all war orphans

and the women are all dressed in black

because their children have disappeared.

Lucia's daughter wrote a letter

to the newspapers criticizing the government

on the night of her 16th birthday,

some men came and kicked down her bedroom door.

They took her to a field outside of town

and they tied her hands behind her back with piano wire.

Nobody knows if they raped her.

Nobody knows if they let her say

an act of contrition before they

shot her in the head.

Dozens of young people here have become desaparecidos.

The disappeared ones, the victims

of the men who come in the night, Mano Blanco.

It's the death squad.

Mom, I know what you wanted me to be

and I know I've disappointed you,

but the cardinals are sitting up there

in their stained glass cathedrals

while all these people are dying.

Something tells me if Jesus Christ were alive right now,

this is where he would be.

I love you ma, keep sending those care packages

'cause the kids love your brownies.

(static crackles)

- What happened to him Mrs. Gallagher?

(ominous music)

(sniffles)

- If my son is dead, Frank,

I want to know.

- [Reporter] Police suspect foul play

tonight in the disappearance

of reputed mobster Vincent Terranova,

stepson of mob czar Rafael Gatano Aiuppo.

Word that Terranova was missing

fanned out from his Brooklyn neighborhood tonight

after a team of federal investigators

began combing his house.

Speculation is that Terranova may have been

the victim of a gangland abduction.

(phone rings)

- What do you got?

- Forensics puts the time of that handprint

at about 1830 hours, that's give or take 10 minutes.

- All right I want you to check all outbound flights

from anywhere in the tristate area

to anywhere in El Salvador within

a two hour timeframe of 6:30 p.m.

You give me all flight plans, both commercial and private.

- All right.

- What do you got on the pay phone?

- 30, 40 random calls and then four calls

over the last two days to Miami,

to a Michael Santana.

- Santana.

He's the prosecutor that handled Vinnie's case

when we put him away for his cover.

- You got it.

I pulled his file, guess what?

- Startle me.

- He was disbarred.

Something to do with tainted evidence

and a top shelf cartel case.

The defendant walked.

- Well it looks like all the players in this

are speaking Spanish.

- Yo comprendo.

- All right I want you to scramble a plane for me at JFK.

- Frank, you've only been back for two days.

You've been up all night.

You're supposed to be on a limited schedule.

- You know what Mano Blanco is?

- The white hand.

No what is it?

- It's a death squad.

Now just get the plane for me, uncle.

(phone rings)

Yeah. - I think we got something.

- What is it?

- 72 minutes after that white hand hit the wall,

a Gulfstream 3 took off from Teterboro.

They filed a flight plan to

Ilopango military air base in San Salvador.

I ran the tail number through the FAA

and the plane is registered to a Bravo Air.

It's a corporate air charter company based in Miami.

- All right, and what do you have on Santana?

- His last known address.

3346 Riverside Drive, Miami Florida.

- What do you bet it's a high rise in Boca?

Santana had a taste for Italian suits

and $100 ties.

- Yeah, on a federal paycheck?

- Hey uncle, you're the one who said

he was disbarred didn't you?

(drumming)

(pleasant music)

♪ There's an island in a bay

(singing in foreign language)

♪ She's got most peculiar ways

♪ Crazy for love

(singing in foreign language)

♪ All the people in the street

(singing in foreign language)

♪ Everybody that I meet

♪ Crazy for love

(singing in foreign language)

♪ So whatever turns you on

♪ Crazy for love

♪ Wild thing girl

- Hey sport I want out of this cab!

What is this?

No no, this cannot be it.

Now you listen to me, there's got to be

another section of Riverside Drive

that has high rises on it, right?

- Right.

- Do you speak English?

No you don't, you don't speak English do you?

Huh, you're an illegal alien, yeah, right.

Santana?

- [Woman] Find the ceiling.

- It's six o'clock in the morning.

Is that what you wear to sleep in around here?

- I work nights, who are you?

- I'm a federal agent.

I'm looking for Michael Santana.

Do you know where I can find him?

- Yeah.

You can find him in this bottle.

(sizzling)

- So how long has he been like this?

- Last couple of days, since he heard from Terranova.

- You were here when Terranova called?

- Yeah.

That's when Miguel started crawling the walls.

This morning when he saw the newspaper, he just stopped.

- You know what Terranova said?

- She doesn't know anything, McPike.

So you're wasting your time.

Where's my gold shirt?

- I'm not your mother, check your drawers.

- It's not there.

Besides you are my mother, aren't you hm?

And my sister and my girlfriend.

And there's things I'd like to do to you right now

but I can't because there's a federal agent on our boat.

- Now you listen to me, sport shoes.

I'm standing here in a triple G Wurston.

It is 150 degrees on this tub

and she's frying eggs.

Now I have been up for 17 hours

trying to find out what happened to my friend,

a man who incidentally used to be your friend.

Now you better start talking to me

or I'm going to put you down in federal stir so fast

your huevos will turn over.

- Is that right?

You come down here, trespass on my boat,

without a warrant.

You intentionally cause this woman

mental and emotional distress.

You begin an interrogation into what could be

a criminal matter without advising me of my rights

and then you've got the stones

to threaten me with the rest.

- Don't you lie to me, Santana.

From what I hear your shingles already dropped.

Now it doesn't say it in the newspaper

but it looks like Vinnie was taken by a death squad.

- Death squad?

- The Mano Blanco, he was checking out

two names, Pena and Ruiz.

- Yeah all right, he asked me if I've heard of 'em.

- And? - I said no.

- Anything else? - Nothing.

- He made four phone calls to you!

- I was out, I spoke to him only once.

- It's true, I took the other calls.

(speaks foreign language)

- You ever hear of an air charter company

down here called Bravo Air?

- Never heard of them.

- Is that right?

- Look, Vinnie was a good guy.

I got to know him a little bit during the case

when we put him away.

Now if something's happened to him,

I'm going to grieve but I'm going to do it my way.

Now I have a whole new life, and in case you haven't noticed

I'm not particularly fond of the feds.

Understand?

- Yeah I understand.

And next time I'm in Washington DC

I'll be sure and let the attorney general know

just how well you turned out.

- Suits me fine, give him my best.

- Miguel, what was he saying--

- Don't.

Don't say it.

(pleasant music)

(whistles)

(singing in foreign language)

(applause)

(speaks foreign language)

- I welcome you to the 29th annual reunion

of the veterans who risked their lives

at the Bay of Pigs so our homeland could be free.

(cheering)

With, with the crumble of communism in eastern Europe,

it seems that the whole world is with us now

but during our lonely vigil,

there was one man in particular

who help us keep the struggle alive!

It is with great pleasure that I present to him

the 29th Commandante Award from brigada 2506,

el senor Armando Guzman.

(cheering)

- Senores united in our struggle,

esteemed American friends.

When I was a young man in Havana,

my mother owned a small jewelry store

and my father was a civil servant.

We did not have much, but life was good.

Then, one day,

a cadre of long haired

foul smelling terrorists came down

from the Sierra Maestra and shattered our lives.

- How's your leg pop? - You don't belong here.

- Hey, pop this is hard for me too okay?

- You think it hasn't been hard for me?

When my old friends greet me on the street

they are embarrassed to ask me about you.

- Pop.

- Look at our people.

We have been waiting for this now for 30 years.

It's a moment that I should be

standing next to my son and I can't.

It wasn't so much the disgrace,

it's that you took it without even fighting.

Not once Miguel, not once did you try to clear your name.

- You know why?

Because I was wrong.

I decided for myself that putting a drug dealer behind bars

was more important than the law.

- A technicality.

- A small technicality.

It's called the Fourth Amendment.

Where you spent 14 months in Castro's prison right?

You should know the importance of that.

- So how long do you intend to punish yourself?

- That's what I came here to talk to you about.

I'm tired of living in the dark.

- What are you saying?

- I want a job.

(cheering)

(speaks foreign language)

(cheering)

(somber music)

- So what was your company?

- Alpha, 26th Marine.

- You a lucky man! - How's that?

- You served in peace time, bro.

See I graduated from the university of southeast Asia.

- Oh yeah?

Well let me tell you something,

day I left camp platoon,

my company got a one way ticket to Beirut.

That Sunday morning, the barracks

where the bomb went off near the barracks,

I was in sick bay.

241 of my buddies went home in body bags.

- Sorry bro, yeah I didn't know.

- It's okay man.

- This is your lucky day, boss is here.

- Guzman?

- Oh he comes, but he never gets out.

- Hello Michael.

Three years.

When I saw your name on the payroll register

I must say I was...

- Surprised? - Yes frankly.

The way you always talked about

senor Guzman I just thought--

- I'm not working for Guzman,

I'm working for my father.

- Really?

Well I see you claimed a dependent.

I didn't know that you were--

- Married?

Not formally, not yet.

- Listen, I'm gonna take five.

- Cool.

- Do I know her?

- She's not a member of the bar, if that's what you mean.

She owns a bar, but she's not a member, no.

Listen.

How's he treating you?

- Fine.

I handle the bank's full portfolio

and I'm CEO here at Aero Lib.

- Sounds like what you wanted, isn't it?

- Not exactly.

But it's honest work.

- You sure about that?

- Do you really care?

(horn honks)

(smooth jazz music)

Look, if you get a chance give me a call.

I'm over in Biscayne now, the number's on the back.

- Corporate executive.

- Man that is one expensive piece of work.

I know guys who would kill

for a night with something like that.

- Digger, so do I, so do I.

(phone rings)

- Yeah yeah yeah what?

- Where the hell have you been?

I've been trying to reach you for hours, man.

- What's wrong with the beeper?

- That's why I'm calling.

I ran a full D and B on Bravo Air.

Well it turns out they are a subsidiary of a freight carrier

down at Miami International,

a company called Aero Liberacion.

Frank?

Frank are you there?

- Yeah, yeah yeah I'm here.

- I started to run a chase on Aero Lib parent company

and Bravo Air.

I punched in your authorization code like I always do

and boom, everything went blank.

I tried the FAA, same thing.

You've been shut down, brother.

Somebody on the top shelf does not want you

peeking under this rug.

- Where's it coming from?

- I don't know.

But you better vacate.

If you paid with a credit card

they're gonna know where you are.

- Who?

- Against the wall, come on.

- [Uncle] What's going on?

Are you all right?

Frank!

Frank!

(ominous music)

- [Man] You are out of channel, mister.

- [Frank] I don't know what you're talking about.

- All right then, one more time.

What are you doing in Miami?

- Well it's like I told ya, I was looking a little pale

so I flew down to work on my tan.

- That's a crock, you flew down in a DOJ Lear

but we checked with the bureau's Miami RD.

He has no knowledge, you are off the rez mister.

- Pass the band of soleil.

- Get your hands off my agent, White.

Ted Brown, regional director FBI Miami.

Now what's this about?

- Not in front of these knuckle draggers.

- McPuke here doesn't know it

but he just walked into a national security matter.

- You know it's possible Mr. White

that you misunderstood my name.

My name is McPike, Francis Xavier McPike,

173rd Airborne, two tours,

the bronze star with a purple

and they just pulled an AR15 slug out of my back,

so I'll tell you what pal.

You want to measure testosterone levels with me,

I think maybe you got the wrong guy.

- The NSA picked up a half dozen international calls

between Terranova and this guy.

Salvadorians have positive confirmation

he was smuggling guns to the FMLN guerrillas.

- Where's the proof?

- It's classified. - Yeah right.

- Frank, was Terranova's contact with Gallagher official?

- No sir it was personal.

- Leave us alone for a minute.

Look Frank, I've checked your jacket.

You're the best we have,

but less than eight months ago

you were in a hospital near death.

You just got off leave for god's sake.

- If you'll give me-- - Let me finish.

You're not a field agent anymore.

You're a desk man, Frank.

Agent supervision, that's the operative word.

Supervise.

Every three years we separate field agents

from their handlers, we break up the teams.

You know why Frank?

Because they get too close.

They start finishing each other's sentences

and when that happens, there's no objectivity.

The word is you and Vinnie were getting

to be Butch and Sundance out there.

- I never lost the distance, sir.

- He's missing now.

I know how you feel.

But you better face facts.

If Terranova was somehow involved with gun running,

then he crossed the line.

- If you'll just give me a chance--

- I'm sorry Frank.

I'm gonna let them take you home.

The investigation to locate Terranova will continue.

But from here on in, you're out of it.

(somber music)

(dramatic music)