All language subtitles for Wiseguy S04E06 - Witness Protection for the Archangel Lucifer

("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.

(ominous music)

I can't recall.

- What?

- I said I can't recall.

(crowd murmuring excitedly)

(dramatic music)

(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!

(dramatic music)

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.

(dramatic music)

- Oh, Frank, don't you see?

Too many people died already.

Not Dahlia, I couldn't.

It's over, man.

(dramatic music)

(moves into suspenseful music)

(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.

(dramatic music)

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

(somber music)

- Madame Foreman, have
you reached a verdict?

- We have, Your Honor.

(dramatic music)

- On the first count
of conspiracy to
launder the proceeds

from the sale of
cocaine hydrochloride,

we, the jury, find
the defendant guilty.

(dramatic fanfare)

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.

(soft classical music)

(moves into dramatic
classical music)

(Amado gasping)
(classical music)

- [Carlos] Traitor,
viva La Mano Blanca.

(dramatic classical music)

("Wiseguy" by Mike Post)

(upbeat music)