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- [Narrator] Previously on Wiseguy.

Jose Martinez-Gacha.

This is a warrant for your arrest.

- It's settled.

This policeman had brutally beaten the informant

in order to obtain the defendant's whereabouts.

The warrant is therefore vacated.

(gavel bangs)

This case is dismissed.

I will also recommend that U.S. Attorney Santana

be removed from the Justice Department and disbarred.

- I always envied your father one thing.

He has a son, but I have no son.

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

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

gonna push me off.

- [Man] Maredito trash.

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

- But he's phasing them out.

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

to protect your father all the time.

- If you say so.

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

- And if I say no?

- Wop.

- They have threatened your life

if I don't commit a crime for them.

- What crime?

- To steal from Guzman, gold bullion.

- Did they offer you money as well?

- $2 million in cash.

- Give them the address.

We will see.

(rapid gunfire)

- Okay, okay.

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

Get him in the boat, vamos.

- This isn't gold.

It's lead.

- Gone.

- I don't want him hurt.

I will pay.

- Okay, how much?

- $2 million.

- Monito.

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

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

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- Eldorado.

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

Do not let historians fool you.

It was not for God or for glory.

It was for gold.

For six generations, my family used it help.

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

Our gold made them beautiful.

It is the base metal that all humans crave,

the stone that burns.

- Well, forgive me, Senior Guzman,

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

but I can't believe you brought me here

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

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

- Excuse me?

- The ancient art of alchemy.

It was the basis for all modern chemistry.

For centuries, men with pointed hats

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

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

You see this gold ingot weighs exactly one kilo.

Last night, our chain of jewelry stores

bought 800 of these for $10 million.

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

- I don't understand.

- I have devised a system for transportation.

We take dirty money and we change it into clean money

with gold plated lead.

I call it La Mina, the mine.

The money comes from the sale of certain pharmaceuticals,

marketed by our clients from Medellin.

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

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

to each of the stores in our chain.

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

- [Guzman] $1 million a day.

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

The manager of each jewelry store

then makes a trip to the bullion exchange.

He uses the cash from the drug transaction

to buy ingots of gold, tens of thousands

of dollars worth of gold every week.

Incidentally, we also control the bullion exchange.

Once this austensively legal transaction,

the purchase of gold, takes place,

the bullion exchange deposits the money with us,

here, at the Banco de la Nueva Habana.

Now the money is clean,

the legitimate profit of the bullion exchange

from the sale of gold to a jewelry store chain.

After the money is deposited, we wire it

to accounts in offshore banks held by our Medellin clients.

Banks, that I hasten to say are beyond the subpoenas

of U.S. Law Enforcement.

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

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

Since it is worthless, we simply bring it back

to our bullion exchange for the next cycle.

Occasionally, our couriers are careless,

and we have to touch up the gold plate.

Otherwise, our cost for this transaction

is practically zero.

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

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

We get another one percent in bank processing

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

You see, at any given time, our clients

have upwards of $100 million in the laundry.

- I thought you said you wired it to offshore accounts

as soon as the money came in.

- In due time, Miguel, in due time,

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

- Meanwhile, you're sitting on top

of a tenth of $1 billion in liquid assets.

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

- Hillary knows that it's drug money?

- No, no, no, no.

She believes that she's managing the portfolio

for an enormous pension fund.

So far, she has used the cartel's money

to make a fortune in quick kill investments.

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

has to have the courage for quick kills.

Who's our Columbian client?

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

The drug war is still heating up,

and our client has been on the run

for several weeks now.

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

- Not for months.

There are tons of cocaine in the pipeline.

The caster comes in.

We turn the lead into gold, and get richer.

Transportation, Miguel.

The stone that burns.

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♪ I'm a fool to want you

♪ I'm a fool to want you

♪ To want a love that can't be true ♪

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

♪ I'm a fool to hold you

♪ Such a fool to hold you

♪ To seek a kiss not mine alone ♪

♪ To share a kiss the devil has known ♪

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

♪ Time and time again I went away ♪

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

- Hey, Mike.

For you.

- Yeah?

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

- [Michael] Why not?

- The chicken's still alive.

- Where the hell are you?

- Excuse me.

I'm waist deep in picante sauce.

Just get in here, will ya?

♪ It must be wrong

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

♪ Without you

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

the wonderful vibrator bed at the motel?

- You were right.

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

- Which one?

- He wouldn't say.

But, I think I know how to smoke our client

out of the jungle.

- Where you going?

- I told you, I got a plan.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I don't work a single here.

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

get myself another operative.

- Oh right, another guy who's stupid enough

to get a hair's breath away from a man

who's cheating the Medellin cartel.

Look in the Yellow Pages under psychotic.

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Look, I gotta run out for a while.

I'll be back.

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

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

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

I love you.

There's no one else.

This is business.

- Don't take me for granted, Miguel.

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

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

Okay?

♪ I'm a fool to want you

♪ Pity me, I need you

♪ I know it's wrong

♪ It must be wrong

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

♪ Without you

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

The Day Bank, one or two high rises,

the hotels on Collins.

Now look at it.

Tower after tower of curtain wall glass.

Nine out of 10 of them banks.

Where do you suppose all the money comes from?

- Wealthy investors?

Offshore interests who saw America as a safe haven?

- Yeah, wealthy investors, the kind who use chainsaws

to close business deals.

- What are you talking about?

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

It's dirty.

It's black.

- That's ridiculous.

I'm managing the portfolio of a pension fund.

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

You're buying grain futures with money

from the Medellin cartel.

- This jealousy thing between you and Guzman

has gone way too far.

I would like to go home now.

- Okay, well I want to show you something.

See that?

- [Hillary] What is it?

- This is part of that gold shipment

that Guzman had us jumping through hoops for.

Ever see gold break before?

- This is--

- Lead, right.

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

Your profits from the market are derived

from the sale of poison to high school kids.

Cocaine, Hillary?

That's what your glass tower is built on.

- But I still don't--

- What, believe me?

Try losing money.

- What?

- Start making some bad investments,

and see what happens.

See who comes to call in the note.

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

(alarm rings)

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

I want you to sell 25,000 future contracts

on winter wheat.

I have seen the Ukraine harvest projections.

Don't argue with me.

Just do it.

(phone rings)

- Shirley's Temple, Shirley speaking.

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

- You know, Mikey, when we started this,

as I remember I was in charge.

- Remember what I said.

Either you trust me on this, or you

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

There's the courier from Guzman's

money laundering operation.

They call him the Albino.

(speaks Spanish)

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

He always knows where the snow falls.

(speaks Spanish)

- You better be right, Mikey.

You damn well better be right.

- The lab analysis showed residue of cocaine

hydrochloride on 90% of the cash seized.

- Your honor, the motion to suppress

speaks for itself.

The government in its flack jacket at Valkyrie's

grabbed my client off the street

on the word of a confidential informant.

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

Admittedly, this man is a predicate felon.

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

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

Stakes are high.

We therefore request that the government

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

- No way, your honor.

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

- If we give up the name of this informant,

he's a dead man.

We're dealing with the Medellin cartel.

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

against the word of a phantom.

- Your honor, under McRae verses Illinois,

the Supreme Court held that the identity

of a confidential informant was not necessary

on the issue of guilt or innocence.

- But only after the court was convinced

through other testimony that this informant was reliable.

We petitioned the government for a list

of other cases where this informant's word

led to convictions.

They gave us nothing.

- Is this true, Mr. Mendoza?

- I'm afraid so, your honor.

- Your honor, you cannot let this man walk.

He's a courier for a multi-million dollar

money laundering operation.

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

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- What about it, Mr. Mendoza?

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

you've got no probable cause.

Are you willing to produce this man in open court?

- We are signing this man's death warrant.

- Sit down.

- I'm afraid not, your honor.

- Then I hereby order the evidence suppressed.

This case is dismissed.

(gavel bangs)

- [Mendoza] Not what you wanted, Frank?

- You bet that's what I wanted.

Andrew, we just launched a nexus head missile.

- [Airport Announcer] Pan Oceanic Airlines

announces the arrival of flight 235,

nonstop service from San Juan.

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- [Woman] This just arrived.

It says your Uncle Bill in Boca Raton.

- Thanks.

- Sure.

(whistles)

(speaks Spanish)

- Did you not look at the Soviet harvest projection?

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

- Then why did you sell?

- [Hillary] Because I thought that--

- You thought.

We are down 11.9, and the market

has only been open three hours.

- I know that, Amo.

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

I'll bring it back.

We'll recover.

- You have disappointed me, Hillary, period.

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

- Make it up, make it up.

$12 million.

Perhaps Santana should get the chance.

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

- Listen, I did not put this fortune together

by misjudging talent.

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

but the clock is ticking.

- What clock?

Where is all this pressure coming from?

- You have just lost $12 million.

Not pressure enough?

Just get my money back or else.

- What?

- I will be forced to make other plans.

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

to trash the fund was really all about?

- Shh.

What are you talking about?

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

and we took a hit for almost 12 million.

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

- Oh, and you think I--

- You ruined me once before, Michael.

God, I was a fool to trust you.

- We can't talk here.

Come on, let's get outta here.

- What?

Look, I just risked my job because you kept insisting

Amato Guzman was dirty with drugs.

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

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

You haven't given me a single shred of evidence

linking this man with either money laundering

or the drug cartel.

- What's wrong with my word?

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

- Nice.

It's the case, right?

Always goes back to the case.

Do you have any idea what I went through

after that drug dealer walked?

- Sorry, but I was a little busy

trying to reconstruct my career.

- It's not about the disbarment.

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

- What are you talking about?

- Martinez-Gacha, remember?

After the dismissal, he went back to Columbia.

Within three months, his coke shipments doubled.

So, every time I pick up a paper

and read about some high school OD,

every time some gang banger blows away

a ten year old kid in Overtown, I feel it

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

- What has this got to do with Guzman?

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

by selling gold chains.

Nobody gets rich that fast.

- That is pure supposition.

You're just fishing.

- Yeah?

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

monitoring his offshore accounts.

Guess what.

Everywhere his money turned up,

there was a little snowman nearby.

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

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

- So, what do you want me to do?

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

This is all gonna break soon.

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

But, if I'm right.

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It's down another $2 million.

Anything from your end?

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

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

But, really, Mikey.

- What?

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

- Well, he's gotta show somewhere.

They're turning the screws down in Bogota,

seizing the cartel's assets.

Whoever this guy is, he's gotta stay liquid

if he wants to run.

- Who says he's gonna run to Miami?

- Willie Sutton.

- [Frank] Who?

- Don't you remember what Willie Sutton said

when they asked him why rob banks?

- No.

- He said he robbed banks because that's

where the money was.

- Goodbye, Mikey.

(woman screams)

(indistinct speech)

- What happened?

- These men came in with guns,

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

- Is he in there alone?

- No, Miss Stein is with him.

(speaks Spanish)

- What's going on here?

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

- [Michael] Martinez-Gacha.

Could have been anybody in the cartel, Amato.

This is your client?

This scum, this killer.

- What's he doing in here?

I want my money.

Where's my money?

- Michael, Michael, I'm so sorry.

- Where is he?

- He's in with Guzman.

Look, I had no idea.

- Is there a guard outside the door?

- Yeah, the same one that hit you.

You have got to believe me.

I didn't--

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

we'd have never pulled Gacha into Miami.

- This was all some kind of plan?

- Yeah.

- Who's we?

- I'll tell you later.

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

- Yeah, Bill, I just checked out the score

in the Pan American Games.

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

- Yeah, who's in at quarterback?

- One Jose Martinez-Gacha.

- I'm impressed.

What do you need, kid?

- Interference.

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

I'm gonna be out of this game.

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

- Thank you, sir.

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(speaks Spanish)

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- Now you really don't care

about your blood pressure, do you?

You see these media noches.

They're just full of cholesterol.

- You got no probable cause.

- How about illegal use of tight pants.

(grunts)

- I want to speak to my lawyer.

- Why do you want to speak to your lawyer?

Martinez-Gacha's in town, and Guzman

wants to drop a dime on you for La Mina.

- I never gave up La Mina, man.

Besides, you're lying.

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

No way.

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

but this picture was taken about an hour ago.

The man is in town.

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

wasting his money.

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

- You tell me why my intelligence from Columbia

is better than yours in Miami.

Tell me that.

- How should I know.

I don't understand it myself.

- La Mina, your federales are onto La Mina.

I think I know how.

- Perhaps La Mina got careless.

- No, they had an informant.

I trust you with $100 million,

and I come pack to find this stinking

pig fed in your office.

- Santana?

This is impossible.

- [Martinez-Gacha] Tell me why.

- Because he's loyal.

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

but he would not.

He knows he's the heir apparent.

There is no way he would risk all this.

Besides, he hates the feds.

- You're forgetting one thing, Amo.

He also hates me.

- He had no idea it was you.

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

of a man and tell what he's feeling.

When Michael Santana walked through that door

and saw you, he was in shock.

(speaks Spanish)

- Another arrest?

- It was not an arrest.

Tomas says he went into witness protection.

(laughs)

- You see, Jose?

Santana is loyal.

It was in his eyes.

The eyes never fail me.

- What does it matter?

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

I want my money.

- How much?

- All of it, $100 million.

I'll take five in cash.

You can wire the rest.

It's a list of numbered offshore banks.

They'll expect it within the hour.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

$100 million?

I'm going to need some time.

- What?

Our deal was liquidity.

As soon as you made those deposits,

that money was supposed to go out.

Now where is it?

- After they grabbed the Albino the first time,

I took the precaution of moving the money

to various local banks.

You said yourself the feds were closing in.

- Alright then, how long?

- 48 hours.

- You've got 12.

- Alright, 24.

Look, a flurry of wire transfers

might spook the authorities.

We have to assemble this very carefully,

block by block.

- You've got one day, Amo.

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

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

(speaks Spanish)

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- Pretty fast hands today.

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

How's he taking it?

- Like Hitler, the final days of the bunker.

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

As soon as he pays off Martinez-Gacha,

we'll close down the show.

- You know, when all this started with Vinny,

I never knew it would get this far.

I always knew Guzman was dirty.

But, I never expected to get Gacha, too.

- Well, maybe that's why they call it

the Justice Department.

- [Michael] Look, I need a favor.

- Mikey, anything for you.

- I need to borrow your file on La Mina,

and those surveillance shots of Guzman and Gacha.

- No, it's a work product.

It's an ongoing investigation, confidential.

- I said I needed it.

- For what?

- Nothing that's gonna affect your case.

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

but you're okay.

I like you.

Over the past four weeks, I've watched you

hang yourself out on the line out.

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

I'd say you qualify.

But, you are not a professional agent.

Now I have learned the hard way

that if you let your heart drive your work,

you're in for big trouble.

- This is not about the case.

It's about my father.

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

The man's his idol.

When that idol falls off the shelf,

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

in the Miami Herald.

- My files are in the trunk.

Go on, take the keys.

- Thank you.

Working late, Pop.

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

Must be good to be on the board with Amato.

- Oh, not too good, Pop.

- What do you mean?

What's wrong?

- This is what's wrong.

You know the man in that picture?

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

- Gotta be some mistake.

- No, the only mistake is the faith

you've had in Amato.

He's betrayed your cause, Pop.

Banco de la Nueva Habana is a money wash

for the sale of cocaine.

- No.

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

The feds are gonna arrest him tomorrow.

- No.

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

(speaks Spanish)

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

All those flights in the black for the company,

running guns, who knows how it started?

Maybe once, on a flight back, somebody

carried a package, just a kilo.

That's all it took.

After that, he was owned by the cocaine cowboys.

- Michael.

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

That's where he made his mistake.

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

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

But Amato got used to it,

life off the books, no accountability,

special protection.

You'd be surprised how intoxicating it is,

how rich a man can become when he uses

his own private playbook.

Pretty soon, the little guy who crawled

off the refugee boat in 1961 is having

lunch at the White House.

It's okay, alright.

- Michael, don't, don't.

Justice, you mentioned justice.

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

- Pop, Guzman's gonna crash,

but our people need to see it.

There has to be a public trial.

Your friends deserve the chance to confront him.

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

You understand me?

You understand me, Pop?

(somber music)

- What are you talking about?

The face value on those bonds is $70 million.

I'm asking six.

The day after tomorrow?

I don't have that much time.

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

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

You can go bag a dog.

Harpies, picking at my carcass.

A dozen men, I made them all rich,

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

- [Hillary] We have to talk.

- What, you too?

It's 2:15 in the morning.

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

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

- Oh, drug money.

I hired you to trade in commodities.

Where Martinez-Gacha comes from,

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

Only the false morality of American justice

made it illegal.

- That is a crock, Amo.

It's poison.

You've hired an ex federal prosecutor

to build a fortune from poison.

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

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

You didn't want to because you were lost

in all that challenge of tripling your cash.

- I trusted you.

- You trusted me.

I thought you would've learned your lesson

after trusting Santana.

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

and that is yourself.

- You are a cold, lonely man, Amo.

- I am not a cold, lonely man.

I'm a rich man.

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

before it caves in behind him.

Now, you've got a choice.

Either you run with me, or you can stand there

and whine and get buried.

Which is it?

You are co-conspirator.

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

- I'll take my chances.

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

Keep the scope of the search limited.

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

- Right.

- When we move in on Gacha, I want links

with DEA, ATF, and Customs.

We can expect hostile fire.

- We're gonna finish what Santana started.

- [Man] Got it.

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

- I'll watch him.

Here you go.

What, it's instant coffee.

What is that a sin with you, Cubans?

- You drink it.

- Oh, Mikey, we're getting close.

Don't lose it now.

- You know what the worst part of it is?

Being out of it.

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

- We wouldn't be here without you.

- Right.

- Aw, Mikey, listen.

You've been rehearsing this for three years.

As soon as Guzman gives Gacha the money,

you'll have your life back.

- Yeah, there's just one thing.

- What's that?

- My father won't have his.

Not like it was.

(intercom buzzes)

- McPike.

Ms. Stein's outside.

- I feel really strange about coming here,

but there's something I thought you should know.

- What?

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

- What?

- He said something about escaping from the tunnel

as it collapses behind him.

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

He's gonna run.

I'm sure of it.

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

contact the regional airports.

- No, he'd never leave that way.

- [Mendoza] What?

- This is a man who got rich flying contraband.

He'd never leave the country flying conventional air.

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

- You know.

(ringing)

- Yeah?

Of course our line's secure.

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

- It is coming down, White?

- [White] What is?

- The enterprise.

- Look, I have no knowledge.

- Do not jerk my chain, White.

I've got records of everything,

your whole supply operation, guns down, drugs back.

It takes a special kind of pilot to land a plane

in a mountain airstrip.

- I have no--

- Listen to me.

There is a numbered account waiting for you

right now in Zurich.

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

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

to the Senate Intelligence Committee,

times, dates, and four little words:

contract, cocaine, Wyler, White.

(phone slams)

(paper shreds)

(phone rings)

- Yeah?

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

on a tarmac at Homestead taking on fuel.

Now, you can clear by base security.

Take off is scheduled for 08:00.

The flight plan indicates routine anti-sub recon.

At 13:00 hours, the plane will experience

mechanical problems.

It's gonna put down on the Grand Cayman Islands

for emergency repairs.

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

- That is not enough.

- What the hell are you talking about?

- Flight insurance.

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

You call Paco.

- Right.

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

- Yeah, sure, I'm on it.

Wish I could say I'll miss you.

(door slams)

- Wyler, Wyler, Wyler.

4:30 in the morning's a little early

to be booking travel plans, isn't it?

Homestead Air Force Base.

(phone rings)

- What is it?

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

(speaks Spanish)

(camera clicks)

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

in an escape.

The safe's empty.

The chief clerk at the bank reported 10 million

missing in securities and cash.

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

How could he have known we were sitting on White?

- Does it matter?

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

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

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

of treating Gacha's help.

- Parking garage, limo's just pulled in.

- You tell your men to stay back.

We want to keep this quiet and dark.

Let's clear the lobby.

They'll be here any second.

(elevator dings)

- Freeze, federal agent.

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

(speaks Spanish)

- Here you go, sport.

- This time the warrant's good.

I'll kill you.

- Michael, no.

Michael.

Michael, come on, man.

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

(indistinct speech)

- You're doing good, Michael.

We're one for two.

You got any idea where he'd go?

(speaks Spanish)

- I need the plane, Rafi.

Get out of my way.

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

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

- No, Amato, you are the lost cause.

Traitor.

- Rafi, I can see you know everything.

But, you don't understand anything.

You are not hurt because you are losing Cuba.

You are hurt because you lost your own son,

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

(gunshot)

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

Paco?

Paco?

Paco?

Paco?

Who can run the damn plane?

Paco?

You want to know about causes.

This is the only cause.

I need your car, lady.

Get out please, quickly.

I won't hurt you.

(tires screech)

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

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

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

- [Frank] Let's go.

Shut the door.

(tires squeal)

(intense music)

(speaks Spanish)

(intense music)

- [Michael] He's going into town.

I don't get it.

- Come on, come on, move it.

We're not gonna lose this guy.

(intense music)

(horn honks)

Come on, stop or I'll shoot.

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

He's got asylum.

(dramatic music)

(intense music)