All language subtitles for Wiseguy S04E01 - Fruit of the Poisonous Tree - Part 01

(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)