Original subtitles

("Wiseguy" by Mike Post)

- [Narrator] Previously, on Wiseguy.

- [Frank] What's wrong?

- [Dan] Vinnie missed his last check-in.

- [Michael] You know what Mano Blanca is?

- [Frank] The white hand, no, what is it?

- It's a Salvadorian death squad.

(battering ram thuds)

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

- The arrest warrant in this case was defective.

The warrant is therefore vacated and (bangs gavel)

this case is dismissed.

- We take dirty money and we change it into clean money

with gold-plated lead.

I call it La Mina, the mine.

- [Michael] Who's our Colombian client?

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

(dramatic music)

- I wanna speak to my lawyer.

- Guzman wants to drop a dime on you for La Mina.

- I never gave up La Mina, man.

- Start making some bad investments and see what happens.

See who comes to call in the note.

- You have just lost $12 million!

Just get my money back.

- He's gotta show somewhere.

Whoever this guy is, he's gotta stay liquid

if he wants to run.

What's going on here?

- [Man] Shut up.

- [Amado] Martinez-Gacha.

- It could've been anybody on the cartel, Amado.

This is your client?

- Where's my money?

I want my money!

- [Michael] That's Martinez-Gacha,

the drug lord that got me disbarred.

- Gotta be some mistake.

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

- There you go, sport.

- This time, the warrant's good.

Guzman's gonna crash.

- [Woman] He's like a madman up there.

He's gonna run, I'm sure of it.

(dramatic music)

- [Michael] You can't touch him now, he's got immunity.

(dramatic music)

(radio feedback squawks)

(dogs barking)

- [Reporter] The government of San Salvador

reports increased violence from left-wing FMLN guerrillas.

Meanwhile, rebel spokesmen insist

the government-backed death squads

have stepped up the killings of non-combatants

in this 10-year-old civil war.

This is the overseas service of the BBC.

We now continue with Ludwig van Beethoven's

Symphony No. 9 in D minor.

(classical music)

(rifle shots rattling)

(dogs barking) (classical music)

(soldier shouting in foreign language)

(buzzer buzzes)

- Si, Senor Guzman.

- My call to Miami, I asked for it hours ago.

What in God's name do I pay you for?

- You were sleeping, senor.

I did not wish to disturb.

- It was not your decision.

You work for me, understand?

- Si, I understand it.

I ring for you now.

(rifle shots rattling)

(bottle clanks)

- [Woman] U.S. Attorney's Office, Miami.

(phone ringing) (people chattering)

- [Man] Get me the deposition.

- [Man] Line two, Bob.

Got someone with the Justice Department, line two.

- Federal lockup, Marshal Killebrew speaking.

One moment, please.

(people chattering)

Just got the call for our prisoner here.

- You get his location?

- Prior's running the trace on it right now.

- Mikey, you're on.

(metal clangs) Patch it through.

(phone ringing)

(metal clangs)

Cell block B, Anderson speaking.

- You have a prisoner named Santana?

- Listen, his lawyer set up the call for 6:30.

What happened?

- There were delays.

May I speak to him?

- Three minutes.

Cell 36, bring him in.

(buzzer buzzes)

- Hello.

- Miguel?

This is your father.

How are you, son?

- Tired, this is taking too long.

Schine was supposed to have posted the bail money by now.

- Communication problems, my son.

He assures me you will be released today.

Tell me, have you been following the National League?

- What? - Baseball.

Have you watched Cincinnati?

- The Reds?

- Yes, Miguel, the Reds.

They're getting stronger.

It looks like they might take the pennant.

- I'm surprised you've had time for it, Father.

Uh, baseball, I mean.

- If the Reds keep on winning,

I will be forced to move the franchise.

That will take capital.

I will need you to bring it.

- What capital?

All your assets are frozen.

- Not everything.

There were certain gate receipts.

- Uh, yeah, well, how will I find them?

- Talk to Schine, he's our advance man.

Do it now, Miguel, the Reds are advancing.

The series is getting closer.

We do not have much time.

- The call came from Usulutan,

about 90 klicks from San Salvador.

- Bingo.

(buzzer buzzes)

I've been sitting here in federal stir,

Schine, while you've been swinging irons

on the back nine at Doral.

- [Jake] Okay, Santana, so I'm here.

Now you're free.

- So where do you figure he's headed to next?

- I don't know, Bolivia, maybe Uruguay.

- What's this?

- Safe deposit box key, Banco Caribe, the Caymans.

There's over 85 million in bearer bonds.

- Okay, once I've got the money, how do I find him?

- You've been booked first class on Taca to San Salvador.

There's an address on the back of the ticket,

a street corner.

When you get there, call the number below the address.

They'll send for you.

- Wait a minute.

I wanna know what you get out of all this

besides the four bills an hour.

- You wanna know what I get out of it?

I get out of it alive.

I've been running point for the cartel now five years.

I'm a very rich man.

But you hold your hand over a flame that long,

your skin starts to burn.

- Yeah, right.

(knocks on door)

(phone ringing)

- [Hillary] Look, next time I'm calling the police.

- [Michael] Hey, it's me, what's the problem?

- Oh, God, just a heavy breather,

you know, it's New York, remember?

- Yeah, sure.

How you holding up?

- Nothing a frontal lobotomy wouldn't cure.

- What, the migraines again?

- Yeah, actually, it's funny,

the only thing that works on them

is a '62 Pouilly-Fuisse.

- Well, I doubt your mother will miss it.

- Look, Michael, there's a lot about this

that we haven't discussed.

Um, is there a chance that I could see you?

- After I'm through with Guzman.

- Oh, God, you cannot let this go, can you?

- Should I?

- He is out of the country, his fortune's in ruins.

You've got Martinez-Gacha, what more do you want?

- How 'bout justice?

- Oh, come on, Michael, with your people,

justice is just another word for revenge.

- Oh, is that right, Miss Stein?

Well, I don't remember your people exactly

waiting around for Eichmann to come home.

- How can you compare the two?

- Look, I gotta get off the phone.

I'll call you later, I promise.

- Who was that?

- Personal.

What the hell's happening with the extradition request?

- Nada, Salvadorans are stonewalling.

When they grabbed Terranova, my guess is

somebody big in the government there gave the order.

Guzman knows who it is.

He's been squeezing 'em ever since for asylum.

- So that's it?

We got a warrant on him for murder,

for narco-terrorism, for money laundering,

and this guy is just gonna sit there and laugh at us?

- I'm afraid so.

- Wait a minute.

What about that Justice Department opinion in '89?

- [Andy] What's he talking about?

- The snatch authority.

Remember the Camarena case?

- [Andy] Yeah.

- The feds were after this Mexican doctor

that was linked to the torture death of DEA agent.

Mexico refused to extradite, and the next thing you know,

half a dozen guys grabbed the doctor in Guadalajara,

tossed him on a plane, and dropped him,

sports shirt, plaid slacks, and golfing loafers,

onto the El Paso tarmac, handcuffed and ready for trial.

- That opinion's been challenged in court.

- Yeah, but the Supremes haven't ruled on it yet.

Right now the leading case

is Frisbie versus Collins, 342 U.S. 519, and I quote,

the power of a court to try a person for crime

is not impaired by the fact

that he was brought within the court's jurisdiction

by reason of forcible abduction.

Am I getting through to you gentlemen?

- Alright, I'll play, there's just one problem.

- And what's that?

- How the hell are we gonna get

in and out of Salvadoran airspace?

- You just leave that to me.

(dramatic music)

(tires squealing)

(dramatic music)

(engine humming) (dramatic music)

- We've got two hours to get to El Salvador.

Michael should be there by now.

You know, I've been looking at this map.

I can't find where we're gonna touch down.

- A landing strip two klicks outside Usulutan.

We use it to drop toys and fruit for the Contras.

- Toys and what?

- Guns and ammo.

- Excuse me.

(dramatic music) (rifle shots rattling)

(engine humming)

- It's 23:30, you should have me call Michael by now.

- [Controller] This is Intercept Bravo, Bravo, Kilo, Oscar.

Bravo, Bravo, Kilo, Oscar

to DC3 6615, Lima, X-ray, U.S., over.

- 6615, Lima, X-ray, over.

- [Controller] Sir, you have entered the airspace

of El Salvador without a flight plan.

Request immediate ID.

- Who is it?

- Salvadoran Defense Interdiction.

One of their fighters is just off our wing.

- (sighs) Terrific.

- Bravo, Bravo, Kilo, Oscar,

please contact Colonel Eugelio Rios

at the Escuela de Pilotos.

Tell him that Rafael Santana

wishes to touch down at Tango Base, Usulutan.

- [Controller] Standby.

- He is checking my bona fides.

As soon as Rios vouches for me, we will be set.

- What if he's not around?

It's 11:30 at night, he could be anywhere.

- Then the fighter will launch his rockets

and we'll be blown from the sky.

- I love it when you give me options.

(rifle shots rattling)

- What is this, what's going on here?

- The guerrillas have taken over Raso.

Reinforcements are needed.

Move quickly into the truck.

- But I had their assurances.

- The minister says he has repaid his debt.

We have brought the Americano.

You can leave now.

- The American, where is he?

- (laughs) El Americano (speaks in foreign language).

(dramatic music)

- Carlos (speaks in foreign language).

When that pig opens the briefcase,

he will only find newspapers.

Quickly, get me water, gauze, ointment.

(Michael groans)

(dramatic music)

I have everything now.

My money and my son.

(dramatic music)

(engine humming)

- [Controller] This is Intercept

Bravo, Bravo, Kilo, Oscar, over.

- 6615 Lima, X-ray, over.

- [Controller] Comandante Santana,

Colonel Rios welcomes you to Usulutan

and extends his invitation to you and your party for dinner.

- (groans) Can you tell him I've already dined?

- Tell Colonel Rios that we won't be on the ground

long enough for dinner this trip,

but we deeply appreciate his invitation.

- [Controller] We roger, 6615.

Can we be of any further assistance?

- If it pleases the colonel,

we could use a pair of jeeps at the airstrip when we land.

- [Controller] Will comply.

Enjoy your stay in El Salvador, Comandante.

- Comandante?

- I still have a few teeth in my head

and a few friends left in town.

(engine humming)

- You knew they'd go for the briefcase, didn't you?

- It is of no consequence now, son.

What matters is that you're here and you're safe.

- Yeah, well, suppose they didn't have bolt cutters.

What if those bastards had used their bayonets

and cut off my wrist?

- Then I would have bought you

the finest prosthesis that money can buy.

That is the genius of bearer bonds, Miguel.

Each one is worth a million pounds sterling.

That is $1.8 million

for a bond with the weight of a piece of gauze.

We have almost 50, that is $85 million worth.

The same equivalent in cash would weigh a ton,

but you brought them here

in an envelope taped to your chest.

- Alright, I brought them here.

Well, I'm leaving now.

- Stop, where are you going?

- To get a life.

- But son.

- I'm not your son.

I'm a courier, I'm a messenger boy.

(rifle shots rattling)

- We don't have much time now, son.

You do not understand, we are men without countries now.

- No, you have.

I'm sorry, I'm still an American.

- No, this is our country now.

The only thing we owe allegiance to,

the Deutsche Mark, the guilder, and the yen.

Everything else is transitory.

Borders change, flags rise and fall,

but no matter where you go, all men pay allegiance to money.

Come now, trust your father.

This entire region is about to turn red.

- Okay.

- [Frank] Freeze, federal agents.

- How did they know?

- Maybe the soldiers tipped 'em off.

- Amado Guzman, Michael Santana,

these men are FBI agents.

We have a warrant for your arrest.

You keep your mouth shut, keep your hands down.

Anything you say can and will be held against you.

- This is absurd.

You are in a sovereign country.

You have no jurisdiction here.

- We're here pursuant to Department of Justice opinion 543,

amended in 1989.

Now you could have an action against us in a civil court,

but you'll be filing your papers from Leavenworth.

Take them, gentlemen.

- Wait, I have money, a fortune, you can have it all.

- Well, thank you, I will.

- I can give you names, La Mano Blanca, the death squad.

I know who ordered the death of your agent.

What was his name, Terranova?

(dramatic fanfare)

- His name was Terranova.

- Your order came from a minister

very high up in the government.

- Get him away from me.

(dramatic music)

- I'll give you the name, a high-ranking official.

(dramatic music)

(crowd shouting)

- Tempers are running high here today

as outraged members of the Cuban-American community

stand divided over the arrest

of longtime anti-Castro leader Amado Guzman.

Half the demonstrators here feel betrayed

because a man who led their cause for so long

has been charged with laundering drug money.

The others, representing staunch anti-fidelistas,

clearly believe Guzman has been framed.

(crowd shouting) - Guzman, Guzman, Guzman.

(tires squealing)

(crowd shouting)

(tires squealing)

(crowd shouting) - Guzman, Guzman, Guzman.

- Alright, guys, you open it up and get us through here.

- Hey, who the hell told the press

that we were bringing 'em in today?

- Take a guess.

- Everybody loves a circus, Mendoza.

Why don't you just sell tickets?

(crowd shouting) - Hey, Guzman!

Guzman! (crowd shouting)

- Hola.

- I don't understand all this, son.

Why don't they say that you--

- Sh, not yet, Pop.

It'll all come out in due time.

- But why, Miguel, why do you have to wait?

You know, our people think that you are just like Guzman,

a drug merchant and a traitor.

- It's all part of our strategy.

Look, when the time comes,

I'm gonna be the chief witness against him,

but you gotta be patient, Pop.

The U.S. Attorney's on top of all of this, Andy Mendoza,

Cuban, he's one of ours.

- The U.S. Attorney's Office have failed you before.

- Not this time.

We've got it locked, okay?

(crowd shouting) - Guzman, Guzman!

- I don't believe this, how did this happen?

- One guess, his old man's number two

on the Judiciary Committee.

- What's wrong, who are we talking about?

- Winston Deforest Chambers.

- What, the senator?

- No, not the senator, his son, the federal prosecutor.

- What about him?

He's in the southern district, New York.

- Nuh-uh, he's on his way here right now

with a change of venue signed by a federal magistrate.

He's moving the whole dog and pony show to Manhattan.

- Is he serious, Andy?

- Sorry, Mikey, I'm out of it.

- What, this is the same guy

that blew the Bess Myerson case, right?

And Imelda Marcos, how many others has he walked?

- You got a lot of mouth, pal, for a disbarred attorney

with 40 counts hanging over his head.

- Right now he's a federal informant.

- 'Til I say so, he's an indicted felon.

- Why don't we just round it out with assault?

- Okay, Mike. - Hey, Santana, hold up.

- Come on, fine. - Let's see

what he's got to say.

- Alright, here's the drill.

That mob downstairs has made it impossible

for either defendant to receive a fair trial here in Miami,

so the Department of Justice has seen fit

to move the prosecution to New York,

and I have elected to sever the cases.

Martinez-Gacha's gonna be prosecuted alone.

- What, what about Guzman?

- I'm gonna drop all the charges against him

in return for his testimony.

- Are you living on another planet, Chambers?

Amado Guzman laundered hundreds of millions of dollars

for the Medellin cartel.

I personally witnessed him murder two of his bodyguards.

He killed another one at Gacha's.

The man's a viper, he's a--

- He's basically a white-collar felon.

He has an enormous political following in Miami,

most of whom happen to be registered members of the GOP.

- Uh-huh, that's what it's about, right?

That men's club up on Capitol Hill.

Your old man's about to retire, there's a seat vacant.

You don't stand a prayer 'cause your career's been

so undistinguished, so you're pushing

for one last high-profile case, isn't that right?

- Look, would you tell Ricky Ricardo over here

that he's about a hair's breadth away

from going into the same dock with Gacha?

Now look, this is coming from top shelf at Justice.

If Amado Guzman talks, he walks, case closed.

- What are you talking about?

The man committed murder.

- Three narco-terrorists?

So far, we haven't even heard from their families.

- Andy, can you do something about this?

- It's not his decision, and besides,

Amado Guzman is our only witness

against the head of the Medellin drug cartel.

- Oh, Martinez-Gacha?

The albino's in federal custody.

The guy was the bagman for Gacha for years.

He knows names, dates, tramp shipment points for money.

- Guess you haven't heard, huh?

- Heard what?

- Your friendly albino?

Cut himself shaving.

(dramatic music)

- Oh, no.

(Winston laughs)

(dramatic music)

- Since we're inside a federal lockup

behind double-bolted doors, I'd like to request

that my clients be freed of their manacles.

- Take 'em off.

- Look, I've got a 1:00 p.m. tee-off time,

so if we can just cut to the chase.

You've all seen our motions to dismiss, and--

- And you can forget about it.

This guy's gonna be in a cold, dark box

for the next 30 years unless he plays ball.

- Out of the question.

- Mr. Guzman, we are offering you immunity.

- Can you make me immune against death?

- Read the case, you don't have one here.

My client's a banker, he sat on the 40th floor.

If there was a money-wash going on down below,

he was insulated.

The man had no knowledge.

- I got a witness

who puts him right in the middle of the enterprise.

- Impossible.

- The albino's dead.

- I'm not talking about the albino.

We got somebody else.

- You don't get it, do you, Guzman?

We have a witness so close to you

that if he lights a match,

he's gonna singe your pubic hairs.

- Who is he talking about?

- He's talking about me, Amado.

He's talking about me.

(dramatic music)

- That's entrapment, Chambers.

- Uh-uh, we got police inducement

and ironclad predisposition.

Santana's witnessed multiple RICO violations

and then two counts of murder.

- Leave us.

I said leave us alone.

- You got two minutes, then I want your decision.

(dramatic music)

- Why, Judas?

- Some metaphor, the man who sold his soul

for 30 pieces of silver.

Coming from you, that's ironic.

- I gave you the key to the kingdom.

You were the heir apparent.

- You used my father.

You turned the fight against Castro

into your own private scheme to raise venture capital.

- There was no other way.

Cuba libre, we lost that fight years ago.

- Well, if you believed that then, why didn't you tell them?

Ever year you'd go down to the rallies for the Brigada 2506,

and you'd wave the flag.

But inside, you were laughing at them

because they were naive enough to hope for democracy.

Well, let me tell you something, Amado.

You're the laughable one.

Those old men were right, Castro's finished,

and when democracy comes,

you won't be the one to write the new constitution.

It'll be men like my father.

He'll be there in La Habana, and you'll be rotting

in witness protection, afraid for your life.

(dramatic music)

- You, you have the unmitigated gall

to lecture me about betrayal?

When it comes to betrayal, you're a distant cherubim

and I am the archangel Lucifer.

- What are you talking about?

- Back when you were the U.S. Attorney,

the word came that you were preparing a case against me.

When the (speaks in foreign language) at the Brigada

talked of a new Cuban president,

they mentioned your name, not mine.

You were the designated heir.

So I made a decision to take you out of play.

- What are you saying?

- [Amado] That night, back in '87,

when Martinez-Gacha was arrested,

the police officer brutalized the informant.

- [Michael] What about it?

- I was the one who sent him.

- You?

- Schine was the architect, really.

By coercing Gacha's whereabouts from the informant,

the arrest was tainted.

I made sure that the cop withheld this evidence from you

until the eve of the verdict.

Of course, you could have come forward with all the charges

and Gacha would have walked,

but you would still be the U.S. Attorney.

But you are too much like me.

(dramatic music)

You are possessed by the flaw of ambition.

You see, Miguel, when it comes to betrayal,

I wrote the book.

(dramatic music)

♪ Good morning, heartache

♪ Here we go again

♪ Good morning, heartache

♪ You're the one who knew me when ♪

♪ Might get used to you hanging around ♪

♪ Good morning, heartache

♪ Sit down

(audience applauding)

(upbeat dance music)

What is it, honey?

- I have to go away for a while.

- Where? - New York, the case.

- I'm afraid for you.

- Don't worry, I have to do this.

Look, it could be over soon, we can--

- What?

- I want you to have this.

There wasn't time for a ring.

- What are you saying?

- When this is over, it's just you and me, if you want.

- (laughs) Oh, God, yes.

(upbeat dance music)

- I'm putting Guzman on first.

In return for his testimony, he gets one year suspended.

Marshals Service around the clock, a new ID,

and relocation by the Federal Witness--

- Why don't you just throw in a condo

on the back nine at Augustine?

- Oh, look, I'm getting a little sick of this guy's mouth.

- Are we almost finished here?

- No, not quite.

I haven't decided whether or not

I'm gonna prosecute her yet.

- What the hell you talking about?

She helped bring down Guzman.

- And she was right in the middle of his enterprise,

not to mention whatever else of his

she might have been right in the middle of (laughs).

- This guy's auditioning for a broken jaw.

- Save it, Michael.

- Oh, relax, I wouldn't consider indicting her.

She comes from one of the wealthiest Jewish families

in the city.

And the way I hear it,

your boy and Miss Stein were once quite an item.

Tell me, Santana,

which one of you is gonna convert? (laughs)

- That's it.

(fist thuds) (Winston groans)

(knocking at door)

- Michael?

- [Michael] Candygram.

(deadbolts clicking)

(Michael imitates dog barking)

Iron Lady home?

- She's in a bar meeting.

- Isn't this taking your security a little bit too far?

It's like a wake in here.

- I love your metaphor.

No, no, don't. - What?

- They might see.

- Who might see?

- We've been getting phone calls.

It started with hangups and then in the last few days,

they've been (sighs).

- What?

What?

- Threatening my mother's life.

They say if I testify against Gacha, they'll kill her.

I try not to take it too seriously, but (sighs),

this came this morning.

Michael, this picture used to sit on the piano.

That means they've been in here.

- You call the police?

- Yes, yes, and they said that they had other priorities.

Michael, I want to testify against Gacha.

When he ruined your life, he ruined mine, too,

but my mother, I'm scared.

- Relax, okay?

Guzman will testify.

If he doesn't, he knows I will.

- Are you sure, Michael?

- Come here, don't worry.

We'll have the feds here in no time, okay?

- Hey, Winnie, break a leg.

In fact, break two.

Mm.

- So during the course of these five years,

exactly how much of the defendant's money did you launder?

- Approximately 300 million.

(crowd murmuring)

- Nothing further.

- Your witness, Mr. Schine.

- You've, uh, stated that your place of residency was Miami.

- Yes.

- Well, where are you living now?

- I can't say.

- No, you can't say, because you're living in a place

paid for by the U.S. taxpayers, isn't that right?

- Your Honor.

- I'll allow it.

- You're in the Federal Witness Program.

You live in private accommodations, you eat special meals.

Why, you're even wearing

your old thousand-dollar suits again, aren't you?

- Mm.

- But 48 hours ago, you were in jail.

You were wanted on charges of money laundering and murder,

but the feds dropped those charges

in exchange for your testimony.

- [Winston] Objection.

- And you're simply talking today

to stay out of jail, aren't you?

- Objection.

(gavel bangs)

- No further questions at this time, Your Honor.

- [Judge] You may step down, Mr. Guzman.

The government may wish to call you at another time.

- In a pig's eye.

Okay, you're up.

Guzman's testimony is worthless from here on out,

so if you ever wanted to nail Martinez-Gacha,

now's the time to do it.

- [Bailiff] The government calls Michael Santana.

- You just lost the pennant, Amado.

- [Winston] Would you state your name

for the record, please?

- Michael Rafael Santana.

- And Mr. Santana, are you a citizen of the United States?

- Yes, I am.

- [Winston] And where were you born?

- [Michael] Santa Cruz del Norte, Cuba.

- [Winston] So you became a naturalized citizen.

- July 4th, 1964.

- And Mr. Santana, in your capacity as U.S. Attorney,

did you ever have occasion to prosecute the defendant?

- Yes, I did.

He was indicted on 38 counts

of racketeering, drug trafficking, and homicide in 1987.

- Objection.

- They've all been folded

into the RICO file before us, Mr. Schine.

I'll allow it.

- Thank you, Your Honor.

Mr. Santana, for various reasons,

the counts were dismissed against the defendant.

Did you ever have occasion to associate with him again?

- Yes, I did.

I was employed as special assistant

to Mr. Amado Guzman in Banco de la Nueve Habana.

- And I ask you now, Mr. Santana,

have you ever observed the defendant, Martinez-Gacha,

in the act of laundering drug money?

(dramatic fanfare)

(ominous music)

Mr. Santana, did you hear the question?

- I, um.

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I can't recall.

- What?

- I said I can't recall.

(crowd murmuring excitedly)

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(gavel banging)

- You're going back in there after the recess.

I am going to refresh your recollection

and you are gonna testify, mister.

- No way; I talk, she dies.

End of story.

- We've already got your full testimony

and sworn depositions.

If you clam up now, I'll indict ya for perjury.

- You know, Chambers,

I've just about had enough of your wingtip threats.

- Is that right?

- Yeah, that's right.

- Lifeguard's on line three, just talked to the Bureau.

- Here, put it on speaker.

- Uncle, can you hear us?

- Yeah, is Santana there?

- Yeah, I'm here, what is it?

- Forensics, they've been all over your boat.

They checked the club, all the usual places.

She's gone, Mike.

- See, Chambers-- - Mike, will you

control yourself! - They got her!

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Frank, I take that stand, they'll kill her.

- What's the matter with stalling?

Few more days, maybe they'll find her.

- That's no good.

There's no way Schine will stand for a continuance,

and he's not gonna let Santana equivocate, either.

If he pleads amnesia, Schine's gonna lock him down,

and even if we do find the girl, there's no way

he's ever gonna be able to change his testimony.

- Michael, he's right, now you gotta face it.

They may kill her whether you talk or not.

If Gacha goes free,

there's no telling how many people are gonna die.

- You had a chance to nail him once, Santana.

You blew that one.

You gotta get back up on that stand.

- Following up on the question that the U.S. Attorney

so curiously withdrew, I now ask you, Mr. Santana,

did you ever observe the defendant

in the act of laundering drug money?

- I can't recall.

- You don't remember then?

- No.

(crowd murmuring excitedly)

(gavel banging)

- [Jake] No further questions.

- Witness may step down.

(gavel banging)

This court is adjourned until nine o'clock Monday morning.

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- Oh, Frank, don't you see?

Too many people died already.

Not Dahlia, I couldn't.

It's over, man.

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(phone ringing)

(dramatic music)

- Hello?

- A long time ago, I said I needed you.

I need you now.

- Quiet, please, quiet in the court.

(gavel bangs)

- The government has shown absolutely no link

between my client and the death of this girl in Miami.

- Your Honor, Mr. Santana is prepared to--

- Prepared to do what, commit perjury?

He's already testified under oath that he can't recall

any money laundering activity by the defendant.

At this time, Your Honor, we'd like to ask

that you entertain our motion to dismiss.

- But Judge, we can't--

- It pains me to say it, Mr. Chambers,

but I believe you're fresh out of witnesses.

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- [Winston] Your Honor, the government calls Hillary Stein.

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- Madame Foreman, have you reached a verdict?

- We have, Your Honor.

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- On the first count of conspiracy to launder the proceeds

from the sale of cocaine hydrochloride,

we, the jury, find the defendant guilty.

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On the second count of conspiracy, guilty.

On the third count of conspiracy, guilty.

On the first count of homicide, guilty.

- No! (gavel bangs)

- Frankly, no, I wasn't worried for a second.

We had this case dead to rights right from day one.

My office had been investigating Martinez-Gacha for months--

- Hey, there goes Santana, come on!

(reporters murmuring)

- Here they come, get away from me.

- But Michael, I want to be with you--

- Not now, I'm still tainted, remember?

- Michael, I.

- Think of your mother, your practice at the bar.

- [Man] Mr. Santana.

- Mr. Santana. - Here we go.

- Santana, wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Rumor is you were working for Martinez-Gacha from day one.

- Sources say you were the one who got him off

the first time, something about dirty evidence?

- [Woman] What kind of deal did you cut on this one?

- I have nothing to say. - Here at Channel 4 News.

- Come on. - What are your sources?

- Give us a break, will ya? - Mr. Santana.

- Just a few questions. (reporters shouting)

- Mr. Santana! (tires squealing)

(birds cawing)

(dog barking)

- It's like something from Kafka, a nightmare,

a mindless suburban expanse of tract houses,

weed killer, screaming children.

Everything is frozen, the fish, the fowl.

One cannot get good veal.

You might as well have me in Alcatraz.

- It's closed for the season.

I want the name.

- I want a private estate somewhere in the south.

- Anything else?

- Servants, find Carlos,

my man from El Salvador.

- I'll take it up with the U.S. Marshals Service.

Now the name.

- It must never come out that I gave you this, otherwise--

- Who gave the order on Vince?

- The Deputy Minister of Defense,

General Fabian Diaz.

He gave the order to kill Terranova.

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(moves into dramatic classical music)

(Amado gasping) (classical music)

- [Carlos] Traitor, viva La Mano Blanca.

(dramatic classical music)

("Wiseguy" by Mike Post)

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