Original subtitles

(upbeat salsa music)

(upbeat instrumental theme music)

- [Frank] Previously, on Wise Guy.

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

who is like a saint to my people.

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

(light instrumental music)

But this will.

It's four years old,

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

Names, dates, bank transfers,

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

to the Medellín drug cartel.

- Why do you come to me now?

- I wanna come back.

Tomorrow.

- I have decided,

I'm putting Michael Santana up from the airline.

- We need a warehouse for a one week period

to store a shipment of special commodities.

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

- This does not concern you, Dagoberto.

- All right, you hit 'em.

- [Captain] Federal agents, freeze!

- [Fed] Don't move.

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

where's your manifest?

- It is all right here, officer.

Manifest, customs, Monetary Instrument Reports.

It is gold for my jewelry company.

What would make anyone doubt me?

(upbeat jazz music)

- I was four years old.

They were a Christmas present from my dad in 1960.

They were smuggled out of Laconia Prison by a guard.

My mom used to stand 'em up like that,

and say they were racing.

But to me, they meant more than that.

You see, for years,

they were the only physical connection I had to him.

I would watch them for hours.

And know that his hands made them.

He had risked his life

to get these little,

paper horses out to me.

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

I'm afraid for you, canino.

I don't like this McPike.

Guzman is the biggest thing we have down here.

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

(lips smacking)

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

Everybody gets to pick a team,

everybody gets to have a champion,

and that's what makes the US of A

a bitchin' place to buy records.

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

At least I could understand that.

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

- Pissed off.

I'm finally pissed off.

(upbeat jazz music)

- Pull.

(shotgun firing)

(shotgun firing again)

If you subscribe to my theory that everything is for sale

and all the pricing is negotiable,

you might have a chance to survive in my world.

But there's a terrible price.

- What is that?

- You will be very lonely.

If everything is for sale,

then it follows that every man can be bought.

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

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

- Well, men die for each other in battle.

Women sacrifice themselves for their children.

There are human relationships that transcend money.

- Men who die in battle are heroic,

but foolish.

- Why are you telling me this?

- Because, I sense in you a different motive,

and I don't know how to identify it.

- You've known me since I was 10.

You know I was always a strange kid.

- I know.

I know you always thought I used your father.

Si, si, si, si.

That is because, he lives in a small house,

that he ran my air carrier service,

you felt that I used him.

But, he and I understood,

we both got something we needed.

He was a brave pilot.

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

You and I, we are not romantic.

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

do not exist.

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

And when we do, they hear us blocks away.

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

He has a son.

I have no son.

Perhaps I was unable to produce children. (laughs)

God praise, jokes.

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

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

Was passed on from my grandfather,

to my father,

and now from my father to me.

It is the one possession

that defies my own theory.

- And why is that?

- This shotgun is not for sale.

Pull, pull!

(shotgun firing)

(shotgun firing again)

- Hey!

Hey, we gotta go!

(boat idling)

Hey, you gotta thug, man!

We gotta stuff to do!

(water crashing)

Hey, you think you just freeze us out?

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

What is it?

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

Senior Guzman wants copies for his files from now on.

Okay, thanks.

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

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

with the rest of the organization.

- But, he's phasing them out.

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

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

But, I've been a part of this

and nobody's gonna push me off.

(speaking foreign language)

(boat engine revving)

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

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

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

- Very funny.

Now, we gotta guy who sits in a room in

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

that field operatives don't get their hair singed.

Here's his number.

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

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

We use the book key number from the local newspaper,

if you wanna send coded messages.

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

including key words

that you use to signify a crisis situation.

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

- Oh, I'm dead serious, Mikey.

Guys die doin' this, all the time.

Sometimes they disappear, and never come back.

- Like Vinnie.

- Vinnie's missin' in action.

I'm still rootin' for Vinnie.

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

(traffic clamoring)

(phone dialing)

- What's this guy's name?

- Lifeguard.

(phone ringing)

- It is Longs Bookstore, Art speaking.

- It's the wrong number.

- Give em' the code.

- Ident Number, 8705.

- How you doin', Michael?

This is your very own Lifeguard, speaking to ya.

Alright, I'm gonna be your uncle.

Pick a name you like.

- Uncle, Bill.

- Sold!

You get in trouble, you call me.

I'm your uncle Bill in Boca Raton.

I run Long's Bookstore.

I have a special on romance fiction,

in case you're interested.

- Yeah, where exactly are you, Uncle Bill?

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

- You guys should get this routine on its feet,

take it on the road.

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

- How's that?

- It's an inside joke.

Okay, you read those crisis codes,

and call me back a little later.

We'll practice em' once or twice.

Welcome aboard, Michael.

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

Cruz and Dagoberto Machado, Cuban Nationals.

- Yeah, hold on.

I'll be right back.

- Who is this guy?

- He's your lifeline.

He's also a pretty good mother confessor.

Some guys say he's their best friend,

and they never even met him.

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

The Sand Shark.

Cruz Machado, born Havana, Cuba.

Was arrested by the Castro regime for multiple murders.

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

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

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

Now, he was flush with the Marielitos,

he hid on shores and began aiding civilians.

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

This guy is a sociopathic killer

with at least four skags on this sheet.

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

no convictions.

He's been arrested for several assaults,

but these people tend to forget

what they saw before they testify.

- Yeah, thanks Uncle Bill.

Wait, Uncle Bill.

- Yes, son.

- [Michael] Nice to meet ya.

- Same here.

(phone ringing)

I gotta go.

I gotta another nephew callin' me.

- You don't look so good.

- You think Dag's bad,

you should see his brother. ♪ Follow me

♪ And climb the stairs

♪ Love

♪ For sale

(soft instrumental music)

(audience applauding)

- Let go of me!

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

so good.

(both speaking foreign language)

- How you doin', eh?

- Let her go.

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

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

he's got no backup, you know.

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

Let her go.

(speaking foreign language)

(sniffs)

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

We got business.

- I don't want any business with you.

- How do you know, miha?

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

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

(yells in foreign language)

- I like this chick, I think.

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

(speaking in foreign language)

- What do you want?

- You know what I like?

I like John Wayne.

I seen this movie he was in,

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

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

"I ain't gonna hit you".

Just like that, you know.

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

And he goes, Pow!

And he hits the spendoraha right across the mouth.

No warning, he just hits.

You seen this movie, eh?

- You tryin' to talk to me,

or you just have your brains in neutral.

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

You got the good smile, the good clothes,

talk like you walk, no.

Real smooth, eh?

But you're no better than me and Cruz.

Are you kidding me?

You guys are at the bottom of the food chain.

(sniffs)

You stay away from me,

and you stay away from Dahlia.

I catch that maggot, anywhere around her,

I'll close this shop.

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

Okay?

(soft instrumental music)

- Psst.

(Dag sniffs)

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

no?

You'd be running around like crazy.

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

(sniffs)

My brother and I, we have certain business problems.

I came over here and I gave Mr. Guzman everything

that I have.

I protect him from all his enemies.

But Mr. Guzman, he got real big,

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

Why don't you stand in that toilet?

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

Why don't you complain to the Welfare office?

- Me and Cruz, we have other plans.

This is where you come in.

- In what way?

- You've been working for Mr. Guzman.

Real estate deals, huh?

You ran for him some big warehouse, somewhere,

and he brings in gold shipments and stores them there.

- You say so.

- Well, I wanna know where the warehouse is.

It's pretty easy, no?

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

That's two million US dollars.

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

- And if I say no?

(soft instrumental music)

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

You seen this picture?

He has this viejita in a wheelchair, you know?

And he shoves her backwards, down the stairs,

whap! (photo ripping)

You seen this movie? (laughs)

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

guar, guar, guar, gua.

Pretty tough, eh?

(sniffs)

But my brother Cruz, look at him.

He never laughs, this guy.

He's got no heart, look at him.

- I need some time to think about this.

You got a number where I can reach you?

- We never where we can be reached.

But, don't worry, we find you.

(sniffs)

You know this girl? (chuckles)

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

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

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

I seen one die, already, under him.

- Um hum.

- Go on, see you later.

(sniffs)

Come. (fingers snapping)

(soft instrumental music)

(airplane engine roaring)

(soft instrumental music)

(car doors slamming)

- Pop, you remember Dahlia Mendez.

- It's a pleasure, senorita.

(crickets chirping)

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

- Pop, when was this picture taken?

- Ah yeah, this was this morning.

That was this, their plane

before I had it wheel into this hanger.

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

- Michael, not again, please.

- Listen to me!

Dagoberto, you know who he is.

- He was necessary when Castro was sending men

to try and kill Amado Guzman.

He needed rough people around him,

people to protect him from assassination.

Besides, some of us believe that Amado

should return in honor and assume the presidency of Cuba.

He was in constant danger.

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

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

- Michael, must we keep going through this?

- They have threatened your life,

if I don't commit a crime for them.

- What crime?

- To steal from Guzman, gold bullion.

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

(sighs)

I'm trying to protect you.

- This is very kind of you, Michael.

You warm my old woman's heart.

- Pop, stop it!

- You see how complicated it gets.

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

And now you sink deeper and deeper into trouble.

- No, you paid for it!

You hocked your soul to pay for it!

I bused tables, and I won scholarships!

Guzman did nothing for it!

This is getting us nowhere.

I don't want you to get hurt.

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

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

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

You may not stop here for an excuse to quit.

I will tell you what comes, I always have.

- Guzman says, that you're a romantic.

That all soldiers are fools.

That nationalism is dead, that money is king.

Pop, he's laughing at you,

and at all your friends in Brigade 2506.

(speaking in foreign language)

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

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

- Be careful, Mr. Santana.

Cruz is not right in the head.

- I will be careful.

I promise.

- [Michael] Go, go.

Alright.

(sniffs)

You remember, the night before you were arrested?

I remember.

I was almost four years old.

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

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

because we're separate parts of the same thing.

- Yes, we are.

We just don't believe in the same things.

And thus, my failure more than yours.

(dramatic instrumental music)

- He loves you.

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

All soldiers are no fools.

All lawyers are no liars.

All children are not innocent.

Our lessons.

Take care of my son.

(dramatic instrumental music)

- You told him!

- Yeah, I told him.

Hey, it wasn't up for discussion.

They were threatening him.

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

You gotta throw a safety net under this, Frank.

I got loved ones in the line of fire.

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

We got a killer on the lose.

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

now you gotta protect my family.

- I didn't suck you into anything.

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

You're workin' your own agenda now.

I'm doin' the best I can,

but I will not be your emotional scapegoat.

We are compromised on a lotta levels, here.

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

but you lay off, because believe me,

I am carrying more guilt than I need.

- Alright.

- Now your next move, is to tell Guzman

that these two jerks are after his gold.

That makes you a very reliable guy.

- That also will blow a hole in his theory

that everybody's for sale.

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

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

(tape peeling)

(boat horns whaling)

(water rippling)

(shirt tearing)

(boat whistling)

(car engine roaring)

(chicken clucking)

(chicken's feather flapping)

(car door slamming)

(slow instrumental music)

(high intensity music)

- Who did this to you?

(mumbling)

Who?

- Cruz!

- You okay?

(gasping for breath)

(tape ripping)

Did he hurt you, did he cut you?

- He, he--

- It's alright.

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

Nothing.

He just, he just. (crying)

(high intensity music)

(phone ringing)

- Long's Bookstore, this is Bill.

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

You gotta tell him to get to my place fast!

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

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

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

and your father,

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

I'd like to talk to you.

Now, you have to stay in control.

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

- I can wait.

Not for long.

- Alright, it's fair enough.

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

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

She's tough.

She's quela.

They wanna know the address of the warehouse.

They threatened my father and my girlfriend.

They wanna steal the gold.

- Did they offer you money, as well?

- 2 million dollars, in cash, up front.

How do you want me to play this?

- Play the long.

I will tell you what to say.

If Dag and Cruz are planning to steal from me,

maybe there are others.

Maybe the cancer goes deeper than the two of them.

Bring them along, give them the address.

I will tell you what to say.

- What about the gold?

- We'll move it sooner.

Michael.

You have surprised me.

Most men would not stand up to such a threat,

or resist the money.

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

I don't like being threatened.

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

Or a romantic, like the men in Brigade 2506.

- The difference is, you did it for me.

We'll do great things together.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

He has passed the test.

Finally, I found one man,

I can trust.

(heels clicking)

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

decapitates a chicken, spills blood all over the place,

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

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

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

You fix up your place, okay?

- I don't want that!

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

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

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

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

I gotta much better place to put

that drill than in his mouth.

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

I'm not above violence, Lucius.

Now, you keep Cruz outta my sight.

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

I'll kill him.

You got it?

(wind blowing)

- You know, I do the best I can,

but a Cruz is hard to figure.

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

You're not such a good guy.

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

you go to Guzman and you tell him everything.

That wasn't very nice.

You thinking, how does this piece of puke know

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

- I'm listenin'.

- It was a test, okay.

The whole thing is a test.

It's like in the Treasure of Sierra Madre,

when Walter Huston--

- Cut the crap!

I wanna movie review, I buy a paper.

What test?

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

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

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

- Test.

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

Because I'm still in that toilet.

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

'Cause maybe me, and you, and Cruz,

we steal the gold anyway.

Same deal, you get 20% up front,

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

- I turned that down once,

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

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

I didn't get the focus right on some,

but they still tell a good story, okay.

See that funny guy, growing through his hair?

There's a federal name, McPike.

Took me two days to figure it out.

(speaking in foreign language)

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

But, if I show him these pictures,

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

So, what do you say, uh?

We gonna do business, Mr. Big Deal?

(wind blowing)

- Yeah, we're gonna do some business.

- They were tailin' you, Santana!

If I was workin' with a trained agent,

this would have never happened.

- I love that.

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

Let me tell you something,

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

I have to be more careful.

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

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

- So, what am I supposed to do

with these two college graduates?

- You go ahead and give them the transportation plan

for the bullion.

Are they still pullin' it out down river?

- Yeah, tonight.

There's an armored car doing a fake pickup,

then the bullion leaves on a tugboat,

called the Elizabeth Ann.

At ten o'clock it heads down river.

Dag wants me onboard.

They're gonna be on the Third Street Bridge,

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

take the boof and the rent-a-cops,

and I'm supposed to get pushed overboard.

- Alright, we'll have you covered.

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

but you be careful with these guys.

They love wet work.

- That's alright, I love the water.

Talk to you later.

(phone slamming)

(water rippling)

- It is time to get out of here.

Michael, you're in charge.

You know where to go.

- Yes.

(boat engine roaring)

(water crashing)

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

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

(car slowing)

(doors slamming)

(boat engine roaring)

(slow suspenseful instrumental music)

(guns firing)

- [Frank] Alright, hit it!

(suspenseful music continues)

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

(speaking in foreign language)

Let's go!

Come on, come on!

Cops, cops, open fire, open fire!

(machine guns firing)

(upbeat instrumental music)

- We need air cover.

We're takin' machine gun fire

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

(machine guns firing)

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

(speaking in foreign language)

(upbeat instrumental music)

- [Dag] Don't shoot him.

(gun fires)

- Ahhh!

(water splashing)

(upbeat music continues)

- Come on, they're gettin' away!

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

(car engine revving)

I lost em'.

(slow instrumental music)

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

- He's gone, he was kidnapped.

- Are you in charge of this investigation?

- Temporarily, I understand

you were shipping gold bullion on this thing?

- That's correct.

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

isn't it?

- The plan was approved by our insurance carrier.

I'm very concerned about Santana.

- Well, according to the Burn's guards,

he tried to keep 'em from killing this one.

He was hit in the head and knocked unconscious.

That's all they could tell us.

What's wrong, ma'am?

- I'll wait in the car.

(boats whistling)

(car starting)

(crying)

(phone dialing)

- I want you to hold up yourself, please.

Guzman, tell the switchboard

I'm expecting a call from Dag Machado.

I'm headed back to my office.

I don't want this call to be fumbled.

Make sure I get it, clear!

(tires screeching)

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

(crickets chirping)

- Hello, Senor Blair!

(speaking in foreign language)

Ah, don't worry about him.

He's in therapy.

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

You said, no trouble.

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

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

Come on.

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

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

18 carat, 24. (speaking in foreign language)

Here. (speaking in foreign language)

(gasping)

- This isn't gold.

It's lead!

(laughing)

- Oh my god, oh my god.

(knife scratching)

Done. (speaking in foreign language)

- What happened, Dag?

You gotta hand it to Guzman.

He suckered you into stealing $100 worth of lead,

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

- Where does it leave you, man, huh?

You still hanging from this chain, bleeding, amigo!

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

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

El Diabolo, the perfect horse for him.

My father was shot in our villa

above Havana in our courtyard.

The gray stallion rearing and kicking,

charging out into the courtyard.

El Diabolo kicked one of Castro's captains

back through the fence.

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

Screaming on top of my father's dead body.

They died.

Almost in the same moment.

Many things masquerade as pure love.

I've learned to be very suspicious.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

- [Dag] Senor Guzman?

- Yes.

- You're a very clever man.

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

You know we will try it anyway,

but you have switched the bullion, huh?

A very clever man.

You collect from the insurance, and we have nothing.

- You have Santana?

- Cruz is going to kill Santana.

He wants to beat him to death.

You will listen to him die.

I'll hold the receiver close.

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

(speaking in foreign language)

(fist punching)

(Michael groaning)

- No, no, stop.

(speaking foreign language)

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

- Okay, how much?

- [Guzman] Two million dollars.

- That's not enough.

- That's all I've got.

And it is clean money.

This is the price, or I hang up.

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

- [Guzman] Yes.

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

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

- [Dag] Less than an hour!

(paper printing)

- You call it in at 2354 Santiago Drive.

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

(tires screeching)

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

(tires peeling)

(high energy instrumental music)

(slow instrumental music)

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

I know it.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

- Jefe, maybe you think you made a mistake

about the way you treat me, eh?

(speaking foreign language)

Okay, let's see the money.

Vam!

(speaking foreign language)

(intense instrumental music)

(briefcase lock clicking)

- Monito.

(gun firing)

(gun firing again)

(slow instrumental music)

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

They were always enthusiastic, but careless.

(music intensifying)

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

- I never switched anything.

That was lead bullion, when it arrived.

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

- You will come to learn these answers

to all these questions.

My business is a good deal more complicated

then it appears on the surface.

I thought you might like this.

- This is your fathers.

- And now, it is yours.

- I can't be your son.

I already have a father.

(crickets chirping)

- Michael, your father will always be your father.

I would never try and change that,

but he is man for a campfire.

He comes from a simpler time.

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

of his son, like my father.

Like yours, they always dealt with politics or polemics.

They talked.

It's a different world.

You and I will not talk.

We will deal with power.

My gift to you.

You have stirred ashes in me,

which I thought were cold, long ago.

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

(upbeat jazz music)

(phone dialing)

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

- [Michael] Soyo, Pop.

- Si, a ca pasa?

- I just wanted to tell you that

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

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

just to tell me that?

- I love you, Pop.

- I love you too.

(jazz music continues)

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

(phone slamming)

(upbeat jazz music continues)

(upbeat instrumental theme music)

(upbeat instrumental music)