Law & Order (1990) s02e10 Episode Script
Heaven
Narrator: In the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups the police who investigate crime, and the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders.
These are their stories.
Hello? Hello? Get on the other side of the street.
Move it! You got the 21/2" line over here? Dispatch, 1047 on blocks 3-4-7.
Fireman: Up there! Go, go, go! I got two victims.
Battalion to dispatch, Ready in here! Hey, Mike you gonna put the fire out all by yourself? - Every kid wants to be a fireman.
- Or a cop.
Not me.
No? When I saw my old man, which was like every Sunday mornings at Mass, - I swore I'd do something different.
- What happened? I grew up, I gue God help us.
Oh my God.
I've never seen this many.
You? Not in civilian life.
God knows how many are still up in there.
What was this place? A social club.
Social? Medic: Got another one coming out.
- Sorry, fellas, can't let you in just yet.
- We got tickets.
Hey, this isn't a dick contest, buddy.
Are you saying it's arson? Trust me, somebody laid down a propellant between 1:00, 1:15.
The whole thing took no more than two, three minutes.
It's arson.
Great, then we can forego the usual waiting period.
No, we gotta chop out the walls and make sure there are no hot spots.
- No rekindles.
- And no evidence! Look, we got the burn pattern, we recovered a piece of the device.
You go running off half-cocked, fall through the ceiling, what good does that do any of us? - Call me impulsive.
- Monahan.
Arson.
Cragen: And the death count? We got, what, the second floor.
The guy torched it from the bottom or the middle of the stairs.
It was like, whoosh, right up the chimney.
Anybody up above would have been blinded by the flames.
This guy must've picked just the right moment when nobody was outside.
Yeah, or nobody remembers anything.
Oh, yeah? Why's that? It's one of those social clubs for Central Americans.
Honduras, El Salvador.
They don't have enough heartache in their own country? Yeah.
They're here illegally.
They see an authority figure, they shut their mouths fast.
Cragen: Well, this club Logan: El Cielo.
Heaven.
Heaven.
Okay, assuming that this is arson, do we have any idea who the owner is? Well, a place like this changes owners the way you change your socks.
Hall of Records opens in one hour.
It's Sunday, Mike.
- Maybe you ought to just - I don't care.
I can't sleep.
Let's get on it.
We'll go to the hospital, check for survivors.
Maybe somebody will get over their problem with authority figures.
Is this the complete list? So far.
We've got the first 20.
The rest are at Mt.
Sinai and St.
John's.
Pinero, Riojos, Santiago Have you sorted out any of these people? They're the lucky ones.
Yeah, I know, but you talked to them.
I mean, did they all work there? - Were any of them customers? - I think the manager yeah, Acosta, Gilberto.
Being prepped for surgery.
Better hurry.
Cerreta: Mr.
Acosta.
You know the man you had to throw out of the club, the troublemaker what is his name? Guillermo something.
His girlfriend's the barmaid.
Celia Montalbano.
So this was a lover's quarrel? He says the guy's a drunk.
Bouncer throws him out, he threatens to come back and wipe everybody out.
Mr.
Acosta, what is your bouncer's name? Nurse: Guys, come on.
Now, the man can hardly breathe.
Pedro Cruz.
Thank you, sir.
Thank you.
Pedro Cruz is not so lucky.
DOA, St.
John's.
What about that barmaid? Celia something.
Celia, Celia, Celia, Celia Montalbano.
Montalbano.
Released, Mt.
Sinai, Thanks.
By the way, you were great.
Listen, you know how gunshot vics act? You mean, "Patch me up, Doc, before the pigs get here"? Yeah.
You see anybody with a bad burn, - anybody acting like that - ASAP, Detective.
I owe you.
- Celia Montalbano? - Si.
I've been here seven years.
We understand you have a boyfriend.
No, I don't have a boyfriend.
- A man named Guillermo.
We're told you and he - He's a pig.
A borrachon.
I told him to stop pestering me.
We hear that he's in love with you.
I can't help that.
Let me tell you something, all right? Word gets around that he torched that club, there's gonna be a lot of people looking for him, not just us.
Understand me? You're saying Guillermo did that? He's crazy, you know? But he's not that bad.
Maybe you're right.
But I'm gonna need his address, okay? I haven't been out.
No television, Guillermo? No radio? All right, then, we'll break the news.
Last night somebody torched El Cielo, and at least 50 of your people died.
Doesn't that mean anything to you, man? Give him back his medicine, maybe it'll help his memory.
Listen.
According to witnesses, you made a big stink last night around 11:00 p.
m.
What did you do after that? No se.
No se? Or won't say? All right, let's go.
Cerreta: Where were you all that time? I don't know.
Logan: Come on, Ruiz, think.
- I don't know.
- You got booted out of the club We got traces of gasoline.
- Regular unleaded.
- Really? What brand? We can't get it that close, But I can tell you how the guy did it.
It's the old gas can in the trouser trick.
Or in this case, the thing that holds the windshield wiper fluid in your car.
I don't really follow.
It's simple.
You run a tube down your leg out your sock.
Nobody sees a thing until and we're off to the races.
And this is a common MO? Among your card-carrying professional arsonists, yeah.
I mean, it's simple, but it's tricky.
You got a container of gasoline strapped down there between your legs.
One false move, it's bye bye future generation.
Our Mr.
Ruiz here does not strike me as that smart, or that lucky.
He doesn't look like he could burn his way out of a paper bag.
Fellas, Patrick seems to think we're barking up the wrong tree - with the jealous boyfriend idea.
- Oh, really? Last I heard, the crime scene was too hot to get into.
Now you got him all sussed out? We found this at the foot of the stairs, Mike.
The guy was clever.
New variation on an old arsonist's trick.
The guy's a firebug, not a brain surgeon.
Phil? Ruiz claims to be missing a pretty crucial period of time.
But I don't know.
Maybe he was in a blackout.
I still can't imagine this guy wanting to kill all those people.
Well, that might be the guy, fellas.
I'm just saying, if I were you, I would start with arson-for-profit and follow the money.
You got a fix on who the owner is? - Yeah, Jose Rivera.
- Cragen: Okay.
Check him out after you take Mr.
Ruiz home.
Maybe something will come back to him.
And fellas, tomorrow the DA's office is holding a press conference.
I would really like to bring something to it.
Back off! Last night, sir, did you let Mr.
Ruiz into the apartment? He said he lost his keys again.
Next time, I'll let you sleep it off on the street, estupido.
- When was that? - About 11:30.
The news was just ending.
Do you know if Mr.
Ruiz went out again last night? No way.
That borrachon was dead to the world.
Logan: Oh well Mr.
Rivera.
- Yes? - You don't seem surprised.
Cerreta: Doesn't seem like much of a building to cause all that misery, you know? - I don't own this building.
- No? Just the chairs and tables.
I put up a new PA system just last week.
- I'm sure they're all covered.
- I don't have insurance.
Can't get insurance without papers.
You don't own it, who does? Cubano named Marcos.
I begged him to put in sprinklers, but he was too cheap.
You're such a safety nut, how come you padlocked the only exit door? - They were always like that.
- Oh, yeah? I don't suppose it was to keep people from sneaking in for free, huh? I lost my only daughter in there, mister, and three of my cousins.
Now what have I got? Captain Cragen can we get a statement? Showtime, Paul.
Do me a favor, will you? Take the circus outside with you.
They're here to get your statement.
No comment.
Quote, unquote.
- At least it'll save a few trees.
- Forget the trees.
- The whole town's in an uproar over this.
- Oh, yeah, right.
Everybody's feeling a lot of righteous indignation over the tragic loss of a lot of people who ordinarily they wouldn't have the time of day for.
- That's a bit cynical.
- Is that right, Paul? You come up here with the DA's press liaison, we don't have a suspect, we don't have an eyewitness, and the only physical evidence we do have we are not releasing.
You mean the melted windshield cleaner gizmo? - And you heard that where? - Sources.
Come on, Captain, you got half the city commissioners scrambling to reassess the licensing practices of these And scrambling to cover their own asses, which is not my problem.
As soon as I have something, Katrina, okay? What about you? Remember the rap? "The city deplores the reckless disregard for human life.
" You give good soundbite, Paul.
Bunch of shell corporations.
Bottom line the real owner is a guy named Marcos.
The "Voice" named him "Slumlord of the Year" in '87.
Hang on, please.
And? This guy's even done time for safety code violations.
He's that bad.
Excellent.
Cerreta: What time does your boss usually get in? Miss, it's important we speak to him.
Has he called in for messages? Have you called Mr.
Marcos at home? Okay, give us his home address, we'll go there ourselves.
Thank you.
- Mr.
Marcos not here.
- We know.
- But where is he? - He no come home last night.
Is Mrs.
Marcos in? She down at the morgue.
- At the what? - The morgue! - She down at the morgue.
- Oh, brother.
Thank you.
Yeah, I understand.
And please tell His Honor that we are submitting the overtime paperwork to prove it.
Oh, no, no.
Thank you.
Well? The Coroner's Office has confirmed Marcos's death at 10:21 this morning.
Smoke inhalation.
And that shoots arson-for-profit.
What is less than square one? Minus zippo? Negative bupkis? - Oh, please, God.
- That head nurse says some guy came in begging them to take care of his leg.
Begging.
Some kind of a wound, plus a second-degree burn.
He took off, but they got photos of him.
- X-rays? - Yup.
- Don't forget a subpoena.
- You got it.
- What the hell is that? - Something opaque.
Plastic, maybe.
Dr.
Mendel wanted to remove it, but like I said, the patient apparently had a big day in front of him.
I bet.
We gave him cortisone, and a cold compress for his leg, and then he took off.
Limped off, actually.
With our piece of evidence in his right thigh.
Please tell me you have some paperwork on this man.
He paid cash, but he showed us his green card.
Made a big deal of it, actually.
I made a photocopy of it.
Daniel Esperanza.
Thank you.
You're the best.
There is nothing wrong with my legs, okay? Believe me.
We do, we do.
We just want to be sure.
- You seem anxious.
- Well, I'm modest.
Is that a crime? Come on, drop your pants and we're out of here.
Okay? Let's go.
Drop them! Turn around, please.
- Nope.
- Okay? Okay.
Sorry for the aggravation.
Why didn't you come here two weeks ago when my place was robbed?! Couple of weeks ago a junkie broke into my place.
- Did you lose much? - $50, plus la mica my green card.
Some junkie's got your green card? Yeah, it cost me five grand plus three years of running around.
I wanted to break his face, but he started crying he didn't have anything.
Plus he already shoot it in his arms.
A junkie.
What are you gonna do? Yeah.
What's his name? Cheuy Bodillo, down the hall.
Thank you.
What's the matter, the elevator out of service, Cheuy? Cerreta: You are under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.
If you choose to waive that right, anything you do say may be used against you in a court of law.
Do you understand me? Stupid, Cheuy.
Really dumb.
Steal a guy's green card, and then show it to us? Logan: Maybe he thinks we're stupid.
I thought it might work.
We all look the same to you people.
Using a stolen ID.
That's a federal rap, ain't it? Cerreta: What the hell? They're gonna take him off our hands anyway.
Why should we waste anymore time with this mope? What's the big deal? I made some copies, okay? Who'd you sell them to? To the janitor in the building.
Plus some guy in the street.
I don't know.
That's all? Who else, Cheuy? Come on.
Cheuy: A buddy of mine.
He was in some kind of a jam.
What kind of jam? He needed medical treatment.
No green card, no hospital.
He said there was a grease fire at the restaurant where he works.
Which one? I don't know the name.
Your buddy, the cook, who was he? Cesar Pescador.
Good.
- Have you a warrant? - Nope.
And I don't have a reservation either.
We're not interested in anything you might be hiding.
Not yet.
This guy limps pretty fast.
Get over here! Keep your hands up there.
Cerreta: Are you Pescador? You are under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.
If you choose to waive that right, anything you do say may be used against you in a court of law.
Do you understand that? I told you, I was frying wontons, and the grease blew up.
No, you weren't working the night of the club fire.
We checked that.
I was at OTB till it closed, man.
- I lost big time.
- What a surprise.
in that fire.
A lot of families are hurting bad, Cesar.
Sometimes it helps to talk.
- Sometimes it hurts.
- Are you hurting? Man, my leg is killing me, man.
- It's burning me up.
- Oh, yeah, why? Too much sun, huh? Too much sun? You'd think, listening to this guy, that this is some kind of a shoplifting beef.
I don't get this.
Ours is not to reason why, Donny boy.
This freakin' yo-yo has got guilt written all over him.
We're still gonna have to determine a motive.
Just in case.
In case what? Look, this is the way it went down.
This jerk lit the trail of gasoline, it went backwards up his leg into the container, boom.
Now, that piece of plastic in his leg matches what we found at the club - case closed, right? - Maybe.
Fourth and Fifth Amendments enter in here, gentlemen.
Did I miss something? This guy is here illegally.
Constitution applies to everyone.
Including illegals.
It says you get to cut my leg open.
No, that's a consent form.
It says you agree to let us remove whatever is causing the infection in your leg.
You didn't do anything wrong, you got nothing to worry about.
I'm not loco.
No damn butcher going to cut my leg open.
All right, that's fine.
You want to be stupid.
I mean, you're going to be limping on one leg.
You get it, genius? Infection spreads.
The only way of saving your life is to chop off that leg.
Don't I get a lawyer? Yeah, you get a lawyer.
Cutting my client's leg open to get a piece of plastic is an atrocity.
If Judge Waxman grants my motion, Pescador gets the best medical care the city has to offer.
Intrusive procedures will be minimal.
What about his well-being? The operation could be life-threatening.
He'll get better odds than he gave the people at the club.
And if he didn't do it? Surgery against his will.
It's the ultimate invasion of privacy.
There are 53 families screaming for your client's head.
His right to privacy that's for a court to consider.
Robinette: Your Honor, the People would like to emphasize the narrow scope of the pending motion.
We feel the evidence, currently imbedded in the defendant's leg, to be essential to the prosecution of this case.
Judge: Thank you, Counselors.
Be seated.
This is a difficult decision.
It brings the rights of the individual into head-on conflict with legitimate governmental requirements.
However I'm inclined to grant the People's limited request.
What?! - This is worse than Castro, man! You can't cut my leg without my say-so! - I'm not going to no hospital! - Order in this court! I'm not going to no hospital! All of you, sit down! Quiet in this courtroom! Quiet! I said quiet, or I'll clear the court! Excuse me.
Excuse me, Mr.
Pescador.
We can and will.
Now, sit down.
The defendant will submit forthwith to the surgical procedure, which shall be conducted in a manner consistent with this Court's written ruling.
Arson-for-profit I can understand, but what was driving this guy? Rage, maybe.
It's beyond me.
Robinette: You have a fix yet? Polymer analysis.
Margin of error, plus or minus a few measly molecules, but not so you'd notice.
Meaning you've got a fix.
This piece? The same plastic found on the floor of the club.
- Absolutely.
- Windshield wiper reservoir? Good old American plastic.
Still the best in the world.
It's a miracle this guy didn't die of toxic shock.
The piece they took out still has gasoline on it.
Robinette: Attempted homicide? Those 53 people are homicides! They're dead.
He didn't mean to kill anyone, Paul.
Don't tell me you're even thinking about negligent homicide.
Look, if he's only a messenger boy, he better start naming names, or he's going down alone.
He says if he goes to prison, the man'll have him killed.
Listen to me, man.
You don't go to jail, there's about who'll be happy to kill you! You hear what I'm saying?! I'll take my chances with them.
This is a ridiculous exercise.
No matter what, he's going down.
We send him upstate, downstate, it doesn't matter, somebody'll get him.
It's not a perfect world, Cesar, but then you already know that.
It ain't fair.
You know, that assassin didn't even pay me.
- I get nothing for the deal.
- What assassin? What's the deal? Lawyer: Tell him, Cesar.
Tell him! A lot of people give the Cubano a lot of money for their micas And then they find out they're bogus.
You know, a bunch of paper, man.
- So they start making noise.
- What kind of noise? A lot of lawyers telling them, "Hey, you got rights, too.
" So the people, they want to turn the Cubano in.
So he comes to me, and he says, "Cesar, I tell you what to do.
You send those people a message.
You put the fear of God into them.
" By burning down the club? It was supposed to be a warning.
Like what they do in El Salvador.
The Cubano, he says, "So some people burn? Then so what? There's a whole lot more where they come from.
" The people in El Cielo, a lot of Salvadorans they got the message.
They got the message.
The Cuban what's his name? Guerra.
Domingo Guerra.
He owns a club himself.
The Del Mundo.
Del Mundo.
Man: Guerra's my partner.
So he owns 50% of the club.
So he sits around drinking Cuba libres.
I do all the work.
You got a partner? - You're lucky.
- Where's Mr.
Guerra now? No idea.
What is this? You can pull this strong arm business in Havana, but not here.
I call my lawyer, he calls it harassment.
We sue your butt from here to Miami.
God bless America.
This is a search warrant.
It specifically allows us to look for stolen or forged immigration papers.
Now, I don't know about Havana, but what happens in New York is that the officers, in pulling the place apart, come across other things.
I can't believe Mr.
Guerra had anything to do with that terrible fire.
I've heard the rumors on the street, yes, but a man of his stature? Where is he? I don't know.
But he maintains a small office in the back.
Sometimes he drops by, occasionally.
For a Cuba libre? Mr.
Guerra has many irons in many fires, senor.
Green card apps.
We also confiscated two file cabinets filled with completed forms.
If any of the victim's names turn up Robinette: We're still cross-referencing.
They use so many aliases, it's hard to know who's who.
At 3,000 a shot, this guy's making a lot of money.
It's funny we never heard of him before.
I get the feeling he's greased a lot of palms in the Hispanic community.
Vergilio made him sound like the Godfather.
I wonder what Guerra's immigration status is.
I'm not gonna give you the old "our records are confidential" speech.
I didn't expect you to, Robert.
That's why I'm here.
I'm flattered.
But you overestimate my clout, Ben.
I doubt that.
First Latino on fraternity row? They'd never seen a Cuban in New Hampshire.
- I guess I was a novelty.
- So off the record.
Off the record, I know who he is.
Everybody in the community does.
He's got a lot of friends.
And I hear that he has a lot of irons in the fire, according to his business partner, and not all of them are on the books.
Guerra is to the Latin community what Adam Clayton Powell was to the people of Harlem.
He's a hero.
Heroes don't incinerate a room full of innocent people.
That's right.
And that's why Guerra couldn't be involved in any of this.
It was an awful tragedy.
Maybe your friend's hiding something.
Stone: The only possible thing he is hiding is his agenda.
He's a political animal.
He's ambitious, but not dirty.
And since when is ambition and greed mutually exclusive? You don't know him.
I do.
Do you? When I see 53 corpses on the front page, I don't see friendship.
I see bogus green cards, I see intransigence in the INS office, and maybe I see a connection.
- Isn't that a bit of a leap? - Fine.
Prove me wrong.
"Un reunion de los amigos.
" A meeting of friends.
- Where'd you get these? - La Verdad the Cuban-American newspaper.
The guy in the shades next to Diaz is Guerra.
The others are prominent businessmen, politicians.
This one looks like Robert's yearbook photo.
"I know who he is.
" They look a little more familiar than that.
He's got his arm around you.
What do you expect me to believe? - We're demonstrative people.
Anything wrong with that? - Give me a break.
Come on, Ben, you've been to political parties yourself.
Everybody knows you, everybody wants to have their picture taken with you.
Ordinarily, politicians are discreet enough to confine their dealings with criminals behind closed doors! I see, except Latinos.
We're all corrupt, we're on the take.
Tinhorn dictators.
Don't start that oppressed minority crap with me, Bobby.
We go back too far.
I'm out there insisting your hands are clean.
My boss isn't so sure.
Okay.
Ben Guerra helped me get my first job out of law school.
He helped a lot of us.
You needed a loan, he was there.
You needed tickets for fundraising, he'd have them printed, then he'd throw in the labor.
That kind of a thing.
What about printing green cards? On or off the record? I don't think you understand the gravity of this situation.
You administer a green card program.
Guerra has an office filled with forged forms which he is selling.
Wake up, Roberto! Okay.
What can I tell you? For starters, where was this taken? This was the Latino American Club, and Second Avenue.
Domingo Guerra? I'm Assistant District Attorney Ben Stone.
This is ADA Robinette.
Would you like a drink, Licenciado? I'd like a word with you, sir.
I never set foot in El Cielo.
A disco for Salvadorans? Do you consider yourself above those people? Am I being charged with prejudice? You can be charged with conspiracy to defraud the United States government.
- So change your tune.
- United States? Stone: Yes, sir.
Is the State of New York pinch-hitting for the federal government, Mr.
Stone? No, but I'll tell you what we can do.
We can charge you with possession with intent to sell forged immigration documents.
That comes under state and federal jurisdiction.
Then, of course, there'll be Cesar Pescador's testimony that you offered him money to burn down the club.
My client denies this charge, of course.
But he's wondering if you'd be interested in talking to an INS agent.
Which agent? A man he can implicate in the deaths of these people.
In exchange for a plea bargain, of course.
No, that's completely premature.
You give us the name of the agent, and we'll see.
The man's name is Collins.
James Collins.
Manhattan office.
Of course I know Guerra.
I've been investigating him for years.
Why wasn't I apprised of this? I don't bother you with every minor case.
Excuse me minor? The guy hires illegals to work day jobs.
They get 20 bucks for 10 hours work, Guerra gets 30 per head.
For this we get a visit from the locals? The District Attorney has information that you've been skying green cards.
You and Guerra together.
That's slick.
The best defense is a good offense.
Where do they get this crap? We are continuing the investigation, Mr.
Collins, and if you care to cooperate Get lost.
You know the man.
What do you think? We'll run an internal audit.
See how many apps he's written in the past few years.
That's not good enough.
What do you want me to do? First I give up my patron, now it's coming down on my own office.
Guerra: Real Havana cigars? It's hard to find in this country.
Not for long, I imagine.
Anyway, I don't smoke, and neither do you in my office.
What are you bringing to the table, Tommy? Proof that my client was an unwilling participant in this green card business.
- I'm listening.
- Well, you know the game.
You want quid, we want the quo.
I'm listening, but I'm not about to make a blind commitment to a mass murderer.
Mr.
Stone, I'm a businessman, in business with an agent of the United States government.
You are a man who betrayed his own people at $3,000 a head.
I don't need to listen to this cheap suit.
Mr.
Guerra is willing to testify against Mr.
Collins of the INS, to explain to the jury how Collins conceived the plan to hire Cesar Pescador, and to threaten the patrons of the El Cielo into silence.
Maybe you'd explain it to us.
Collins went to a big league firebug for help.
- Name? - He's called Professor.
My client will explain this and more, in exchange for one count of conspiracy to defraud.
A class "E" felony? Give it up.
The bill of indictments against you will probably run to hundreds of pages.
Now, somewhere in there I might find a little space for compromise.
Possibly a sentencing recommendation.
He's being reasonable, Domingo.
You'd better cooperate.
Simmons, Alan Brown, Max Dworkin, Romaine Ireland Addresses? Simmons still has two to go in Attica, Brown's dead, Dworkin skipped bail Tahiti, if he's smart.
What about Ireland? "Romie the Bug.
" Nine years in the can for torching a dry cleaner's in Queens.
Paroled last July.
Thanks.
Mm-hmm.
I play bridge, tend my roses.
I read a lot.
Yeah, right.
You're a gentleman and a scholar.
I never killed anybody.
It's just a business, and I'm retired.
Not entirely.
Somebody needs advice, you give it to them, sell it to them.
What am I saying? Next thing you know, there's Your MO, Professor your neck.
Okay.
Guy comes up to me, I don't know, maybe he's writing a book.
I give him the benefit of my experience.
Which was? Which was, if I was to go into a crowded place and didn't want to be noticed, I'd use the hidden container trick.
What kind of container? Anything that'll fit down your trouser leg.
In this case, a windshield washer reservoir.
Is this the guy? For complete immunity, I could be 100% certain.
You rang, Chief? Come in.
Sit down.
Did you remove the windshield liquid reservoir from your partner's car, Mr.
Collins? The what? What is this? Read this.
It's a sworn, notarized statement from the mechanic who services your official vehicles.
He witnessed you under the hood.
Well, he's a liar.
I don't care if it is notarized.
Did you ask Romaine Ireland for advice on starting the fire in club El Cielo? Never heard of him.
He's heard of you.
I don't care, I never This man.
Remember him now? Am I under arrest? Not yet.
Can I at least call a lawyer? Guerra roped in the victims, but it was Collins who shut 'em up.
Then we put them on trial together.
"Solicitation.
Criminal solicitation in the first degree, arson in the first degree, murder in the second degree This will make a hell of an indictment.
Is Collins worse than Guerra? A man who's in a position to help his own people do a thing like that? What happened to "Give me your huddled masses"? What the hell's happened to this city? Woman: Anaya, Jose, 23; Rivera, Jesus, 31 Avilo, Maria, 18; Ponce, Roberto, 33; Sangre, Margarita, 27 Chavez, Angela, 27; Soto, Manuel, 42; Soto, Paula, 36; Franco, Clara, 18; Ascencio, Salvador, 22; Carillo, Gregorio, 19; Rodas, Isabel, 29; Domingez, Tomas, 20; Godinez, Maria, 19; Blanca, Maria, 31; Otero, Roberto, 27; Prieto, Felicia, 18; Morales, Yolanda, 29; Sevilla, Maria, 21; Vasquez, Blanca, 20
These are their stories.
Hello? Hello? Get on the other side of the street.
Move it! You got the 21/2" line over here? Dispatch, 1047 on blocks 3-4-7.
Fireman: Up there! Go, go, go! I got two victims.
Battalion to dispatch, Ready in here! Hey, Mike you gonna put the fire out all by yourself? - Every kid wants to be a fireman.
- Or a cop.
Not me.
No? When I saw my old man, which was like every Sunday mornings at Mass, - I swore I'd do something different.
- What happened? I grew up, I gue God help us.
Oh my God.
I've never seen this many.
You? Not in civilian life.
God knows how many are still up in there.
What was this place? A social club.
Social? Medic: Got another one coming out.
- Sorry, fellas, can't let you in just yet.
- We got tickets.
Hey, this isn't a dick contest, buddy.
Are you saying it's arson? Trust me, somebody laid down a propellant between 1:00, 1:15.
The whole thing took no more than two, three minutes.
It's arson.
Great, then we can forego the usual waiting period.
No, we gotta chop out the walls and make sure there are no hot spots.
- No rekindles.
- And no evidence! Look, we got the burn pattern, we recovered a piece of the device.
You go running off half-cocked, fall through the ceiling, what good does that do any of us? - Call me impulsive.
- Monahan.
Arson.
Cragen: And the death count? We got, what, the second floor.
The guy torched it from the bottom or the middle of the stairs.
It was like, whoosh, right up the chimney.
Anybody up above would have been blinded by the flames.
This guy must've picked just the right moment when nobody was outside.
Yeah, or nobody remembers anything.
Oh, yeah? Why's that? It's one of those social clubs for Central Americans.
Honduras, El Salvador.
They don't have enough heartache in their own country? Yeah.
They're here illegally.
They see an authority figure, they shut their mouths fast.
Cragen: Well, this club Logan: El Cielo.
Heaven.
Heaven.
Okay, assuming that this is arson, do we have any idea who the owner is? Well, a place like this changes owners the way you change your socks.
Hall of Records opens in one hour.
It's Sunday, Mike.
- Maybe you ought to just - I don't care.
I can't sleep.
Let's get on it.
We'll go to the hospital, check for survivors.
Maybe somebody will get over their problem with authority figures.
Is this the complete list? So far.
We've got the first 20.
The rest are at Mt.
Sinai and St.
John's.
Pinero, Riojos, Santiago Have you sorted out any of these people? They're the lucky ones.
Yeah, I know, but you talked to them.
I mean, did they all work there? - Were any of them customers? - I think the manager yeah, Acosta, Gilberto.
Being prepped for surgery.
Better hurry.
Cerreta: Mr.
Acosta.
You know the man you had to throw out of the club, the troublemaker what is his name? Guillermo something.
His girlfriend's the barmaid.
Celia Montalbano.
So this was a lover's quarrel? He says the guy's a drunk.
Bouncer throws him out, he threatens to come back and wipe everybody out.
Mr.
Acosta, what is your bouncer's name? Nurse: Guys, come on.
Now, the man can hardly breathe.
Pedro Cruz.
Thank you, sir.
Thank you.
Pedro Cruz is not so lucky.
DOA, St.
John's.
What about that barmaid? Celia something.
Celia, Celia, Celia, Celia Montalbano.
Montalbano.
Released, Mt.
Sinai, Thanks.
By the way, you were great.
Listen, you know how gunshot vics act? You mean, "Patch me up, Doc, before the pigs get here"? Yeah.
You see anybody with a bad burn, - anybody acting like that - ASAP, Detective.
I owe you.
- Celia Montalbano? - Si.
I've been here seven years.
We understand you have a boyfriend.
No, I don't have a boyfriend.
- A man named Guillermo.
We're told you and he - He's a pig.
A borrachon.
I told him to stop pestering me.
We hear that he's in love with you.
I can't help that.
Let me tell you something, all right? Word gets around that he torched that club, there's gonna be a lot of people looking for him, not just us.
Understand me? You're saying Guillermo did that? He's crazy, you know? But he's not that bad.
Maybe you're right.
But I'm gonna need his address, okay? I haven't been out.
No television, Guillermo? No radio? All right, then, we'll break the news.
Last night somebody torched El Cielo, and at least 50 of your people died.
Doesn't that mean anything to you, man? Give him back his medicine, maybe it'll help his memory.
Listen.
According to witnesses, you made a big stink last night around 11:00 p.
m.
What did you do after that? No se.
No se? Or won't say? All right, let's go.
Cerreta: Where were you all that time? I don't know.
Logan: Come on, Ruiz, think.
- I don't know.
- You got booted out of the club We got traces of gasoline.
- Regular unleaded.
- Really? What brand? We can't get it that close, But I can tell you how the guy did it.
It's the old gas can in the trouser trick.
Or in this case, the thing that holds the windshield wiper fluid in your car.
I don't really follow.
It's simple.
You run a tube down your leg out your sock.
Nobody sees a thing until and we're off to the races.
And this is a common MO? Among your card-carrying professional arsonists, yeah.
I mean, it's simple, but it's tricky.
You got a container of gasoline strapped down there between your legs.
One false move, it's bye bye future generation.
Our Mr.
Ruiz here does not strike me as that smart, or that lucky.
He doesn't look like he could burn his way out of a paper bag.
Fellas, Patrick seems to think we're barking up the wrong tree - with the jealous boyfriend idea.
- Oh, really? Last I heard, the crime scene was too hot to get into.
Now you got him all sussed out? We found this at the foot of the stairs, Mike.
The guy was clever.
New variation on an old arsonist's trick.
The guy's a firebug, not a brain surgeon.
Phil? Ruiz claims to be missing a pretty crucial period of time.
But I don't know.
Maybe he was in a blackout.
I still can't imagine this guy wanting to kill all those people.
Well, that might be the guy, fellas.
I'm just saying, if I were you, I would start with arson-for-profit and follow the money.
You got a fix on who the owner is? - Yeah, Jose Rivera.
- Cragen: Okay.
Check him out after you take Mr.
Ruiz home.
Maybe something will come back to him.
And fellas, tomorrow the DA's office is holding a press conference.
I would really like to bring something to it.
Back off! Last night, sir, did you let Mr.
Ruiz into the apartment? He said he lost his keys again.
Next time, I'll let you sleep it off on the street, estupido.
- When was that? - About 11:30.
The news was just ending.
Do you know if Mr.
Ruiz went out again last night? No way.
That borrachon was dead to the world.
Logan: Oh well Mr.
Rivera.
- Yes? - You don't seem surprised.
Cerreta: Doesn't seem like much of a building to cause all that misery, you know? - I don't own this building.
- No? Just the chairs and tables.
I put up a new PA system just last week.
- I'm sure they're all covered.
- I don't have insurance.
Can't get insurance without papers.
You don't own it, who does? Cubano named Marcos.
I begged him to put in sprinklers, but he was too cheap.
You're such a safety nut, how come you padlocked the only exit door? - They were always like that.
- Oh, yeah? I don't suppose it was to keep people from sneaking in for free, huh? I lost my only daughter in there, mister, and three of my cousins.
Now what have I got? Captain Cragen can we get a statement? Showtime, Paul.
Do me a favor, will you? Take the circus outside with you.
They're here to get your statement.
No comment.
Quote, unquote.
- At least it'll save a few trees.
- Forget the trees.
- The whole town's in an uproar over this.
- Oh, yeah, right.
Everybody's feeling a lot of righteous indignation over the tragic loss of a lot of people who ordinarily they wouldn't have the time of day for.
- That's a bit cynical.
- Is that right, Paul? You come up here with the DA's press liaison, we don't have a suspect, we don't have an eyewitness, and the only physical evidence we do have we are not releasing.
You mean the melted windshield cleaner gizmo? - And you heard that where? - Sources.
Come on, Captain, you got half the city commissioners scrambling to reassess the licensing practices of these And scrambling to cover their own asses, which is not my problem.
As soon as I have something, Katrina, okay? What about you? Remember the rap? "The city deplores the reckless disregard for human life.
" You give good soundbite, Paul.
Bunch of shell corporations.
Bottom line the real owner is a guy named Marcos.
The "Voice" named him "Slumlord of the Year" in '87.
Hang on, please.
And? This guy's even done time for safety code violations.
He's that bad.
Excellent.
Cerreta: What time does your boss usually get in? Miss, it's important we speak to him.
Has he called in for messages? Have you called Mr.
Marcos at home? Okay, give us his home address, we'll go there ourselves.
Thank you.
- Mr.
Marcos not here.
- We know.
- But where is he? - He no come home last night.
Is Mrs.
Marcos in? She down at the morgue.
- At the what? - The morgue! - She down at the morgue.
- Oh, brother.
Thank you.
Yeah, I understand.
And please tell His Honor that we are submitting the overtime paperwork to prove it.
Oh, no, no.
Thank you.
Well? The Coroner's Office has confirmed Marcos's death at 10:21 this morning.
Smoke inhalation.
And that shoots arson-for-profit.
What is less than square one? Minus zippo? Negative bupkis? - Oh, please, God.
- That head nurse says some guy came in begging them to take care of his leg.
Begging.
Some kind of a wound, plus a second-degree burn.
He took off, but they got photos of him.
- X-rays? - Yup.
- Don't forget a subpoena.
- You got it.
- What the hell is that? - Something opaque.
Plastic, maybe.
Dr.
Mendel wanted to remove it, but like I said, the patient apparently had a big day in front of him.
I bet.
We gave him cortisone, and a cold compress for his leg, and then he took off.
Limped off, actually.
With our piece of evidence in his right thigh.
Please tell me you have some paperwork on this man.
He paid cash, but he showed us his green card.
Made a big deal of it, actually.
I made a photocopy of it.
Daniel Esperanza.
Thank you.
You're the best.
There is nothing wrong with my legs, okay? Believe me.
We do, we do.
We just want to be sure.
- You seem anxious.
- Well, I'm modest.
Is that a crime? Come on, drop your pants and we're out of here.
Okay? Let's go.
Drop them! Turn around, please.
- Nope.
- Okay? Okay.
Sorry for the aggravation.
Why didn't you come here two weeks ago when my place was robbed?! Couple of weeks ago a junkie broke into my place.
- Did you lose much? - $50, plus la mica my green card.
Some junkie's got your green card? Yeah, it cost me five grand plus three years of running around.
I wanted to break his face, but he started crying he didn't have anything.
Plus he already shoot it in his arms.
A junkie.
What are you gonna do? Yeah.
What's his name? Cheuy Bodillo, down the hall.
Thank you.
What's the matter, the elevator out of service, Cheuy? Cerreta: You are under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.
If you choose to waive that right, anything you do say may be used against you in a court of law.
Do you understand me? Stupid, Cheuy.
Really dumb.
Steal a guy's green card, and then show it to us? Logan: Maybe he thinks we're stupid.
I thought it might work.
We all look the same to you people.
Using a stolen ID.
That's a federal rap, ain't it? Cerreta: What the hell? They're gonna take him off our hands anyway.
Why should we waste anymore time with this mope? What's the big deal? I made some copies, okay? Who'd you sell them to? To the janitor in the building.
Plus some guy in the street.
I don't know.
That's all? Who else, Cheuy? Come on.
Cheuy: A buddy of mine.
He was in some kind of a jam.
What kind of jam? He needed medical treatment.
No green card, no hospital.
He said there was a grease fire at the restaurant where he works.
Which one? I don't know the name.
Your buddy, the cook, who was he? Cesar Pescador.
Good.
- Have you a warrant? - Nope.
And I don't have a reservation either.
We're not interested in anything you might be hiding.
Not yet.
This guy limps pretty fast.
Get over here! Keep your hands up there.
Cerreta: Are you Pescador? You are under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.
If you choose to waive that right, anything you do say may be used against you in a court of law.
Do you understand that? I told you, I was frying wontons, and the grease blew up.
No, you weren't working the night of the club fire.
We checked that.
I was at OTB till it closed, man.
- I lost big time.
- What a surprise.
in that fire.
A lot of families are hurting bad, Cesar.
Sometimes it helps to talk.
- Sometimes it hurts.
- Are you hurting? Man, my leg is killing me, man.
- It's burning me up.
- Oh, yeah, why? Too much sun, huh? Too much sun? You'd think, listening to this guy, that this is some kind of a shoplifting beef.
I don't get this.
Ours is not to reason why, Donny boy.
This freakin' yo-yo has got guilt written all over him.
We're still gonna have to determine a motive.
Just in case.
In case what? Look, this is the way it went down.
This jerk lit the trail of gasoline, it went backwards up his leg into the container, boom.
Now, that piece of plastic in his leg matches what we found at the club - case closed, right? - Maybe.
Fourth and Fifth Amendments enter in here, gentlemen.
Did I miss something? This guy is here illegally.
Constitution applies to everyone.
Including illegals.
It says you get to cut my leg open.
No, that's a consent form.
It says you agree to let us remove whatever is causing the infection in your leg.
You didn't do anything wrong, you got nothing to worry about.
I'm not loco.
No damn butcher going to cut my leg open.
All right, that's fine.
You want to be stupid.
I mean, you're going to be limping on one leg.
You get it, genius? Infection spreads.
The only way of saving your life is to chop off that leg.
Don't I get a lawyer? Yeah, you get a lawyer.
Cutting my client's leg open to get a piece of plastic is an atrocity.
If Judge Waxman grants my motion, Pescador gets the best medical care the city has to offer.
Intrusive procedures will be minimal.
What about his well-being? The operation could be life-threatening.
He'll get better odds than he gave the people at the club.
And if he didn't do it? Surgery against his will.
It's the ultimate invasion of privacy.
There are 53 families screaming for your client's head.
His right to privacy that's for a court to consider.
Robinette: Your Honor, the People would like to emphasize the narrow scope of the pending motion.
We feel the evidence, currently imbedded in the defendant's leg, to be essential to the prosecution of this case.
Judge: Thank you, Counselors.
Be seated.
This is a difficult decision.
It brings the rights of the individual into head-on conflict with legitimate governmental requirements.
However I'm inclined to grant the People's limited request.
What?! - This is worse than Castro, man! You can't cut my leg without my say-so! - I'm not going to no hospital! - Order in this court! I'm not going to no hospital! All of you, sit down! Quiet in this courtroom! Quiet! I said quiet, or I'll clear the court! Excuse me.
Excuse me, Mr.
Pescador.
We can and will.
Now, sit down.
The defendant will submit forthwith to the surgical procedure, which shall be conducted in a manner consistent with this Court's written ruling.
Arson-for-profit I can understand, but what was driving this guy? Rage, maybe.
It's beyond me.
Robinette: You have a fix yet? Polymer analysis.
Margin of error, plus or minus a few measly molecules, but not so you'd notice.
Meaning you've got a fix.
This piece? The same plastic found on the floor of the club.
- Absolutely.
- Windshield wiper reservoir? Good old American plastic.
Still the best in the world.
It's a miracle this guy didn't die of toxic shock.
The piece they took out still has gasoline on it.
Robinette: Attempted homicide? Those 53 people are homicides! They're dead.
He didn't mean to kill anyone, Paul.
Don't tell me you're even thinking about negligent homicide.
Look, if he's only a messenger boy, he better start naming names, or he's going down alone.
He says if he goes to prison, the man'll have him killed.
Listen to me, man.
You don't go to jail, there's about who'll be happy to kill you! You hear what I'm saying?! I'll take my chances with them.
This is a ridiculous exercise.
No matter what, he's going down.
We send him upstate, downstate, it doesn't matter, somebody'll get him.
It's not a perfect world, Cesar, but then you already know that.
It ain't fair.
You know, that assassin didn't even pay me.
- I get nothing for the deal.
- What assassin? What's the deal? Lawyer: Tell him, Cesar.
Tell him! A lot of people give the Cubano a lot of money for their micas And then they find out they're bogus.
You know, a bunch of paper, man.
- So they start making noise.
- What kind of noise? A lot of lawyers telling them, "Hey, you got rights, too.
" So the people, they want to turn the Cubano in.
So he comes to me, and he says, "Cesar, I tell you what to do.
You send those people a message.
You put the fear of God into them.
" By burning down the club? It was supposed to be a warning.
Like what they do in El Salvador.
The Cubano, he says, "So some people burn? Then so what? There's a whole lot more where they come from.
" The people in El Cielo, a lot of Salvadorans they got the message.
They got the message.
The Cuban what's his name? Guerra.
Domingo Guerra.
He owns a club himself.
The Del Mundo.
Del Mundo.
Man: Guerra's my partner.
So he owns 50% of the club.
So he sits around drinking Cuba libres.
I do all the work.
You got a partner? - You're lucky.
- Where's Mr.
Guerra now? No idea.
What is this? You can pull this strong arm business in Havana, but not here.
I call my lawyer, he calls it harassment.
We sue your butt from here to Miami.
God bless America.
This is a search warrant.
It specifically allows us to look for stolen or forged immigration papers.
Now, I don't know about Havana, but what happens in New York is that the officers, in pulling the place apart, come across other things.
I can't believe Mr.
Guerra had anything to do with that terrible fire.
I've heard the rumors on the street, yes, but a man of his stature? Where is he? I don't know.
But he maintains a small office in the back.
Sometimes he drops by, occasionally.
For a Cuba libre? Mr.
Guerra has many irons in many fires, senor.
Green card apps.
We also confiscated two file cabinets filled with completed forms.
If any of the victim's names turn up Robinette: We're still cross-referencing.
They use so many aliases, it's hard to know who's who.
At 3,000 a shot, this guy's making a lot of money.
It's funny we never heard of him before.
I get the feeling he's greased a lot of palms in the Hispanic community.
Vergilio made him sound like the Godfather.
I wonder what Guerra's immigration status is.
I'm not gonna give you the old "our records are confidential" speech.
I didn't expect you to, Robert.
That's why I'm here.
I'm flattered.
But you overestimate my clout, Ben.
I doubt that.
First Latino on fraternity row? They'd never seen a Cuban in New Hampshire.
- I guess I was a novelty.
- So off the record.
Off the record, I know who he is.
Everybody in the community does.
He's got a lot of friends.
And I hear that he has a lot of irons in the fire, according to his business partner, and not all of them are on the books.
Guerra is to the Latin community what Adam Clayton Powell was to the people of Harlem.
He's a hero.
Heroes don't incinerate a room full of innocent people.
That's right.
And that's why Guerra couldn't be involved in any of this.
It was an awful tragedy.
Maybe your friend's hiding something.
Stone: The only possible thing he is hiding is his agenda.
He's a political animal.
He's ambitious, but not dirty.
And since when is ambition and greed mutually exclusive? You don't know him.
I do.
Do you? When I see 53 corpses on the front page, I don't see friendship.
I see bogus green cards, I see intransigence in the INS office, and maybe I see a connection.
- Isn't that a bit of a leap? - Fine.
Prove me wrong.
"Un reunion de los amigos.
" A meeting of friends.
- Where'd you get these? - La Verdad the Cuban-American newspaper.
The guy in the shades next to Diaz is Guerra.
The others are prominent businessmen, politicians.
This one looks like Robert's yearbook photo.
"I know who he is.
" They look a little more familiar than that.
He's got his arm around you.
What do you expect me to believe? - We're demonstrative people.
Anything wrong with that? - Give me a break.
Come on, Ben, you've been to political parties yourself.
Everybody knows you, everybody wants to have their picture taken with you.
Ordinarily, politicians are discreet enough to confine their dealings with criminals behind closed doors! I see, except Latinos.
We're all corrupt, we're on the take.
Tinhorn dictators.
Don't start that oppressed minority crap with me, Bobby.
We go back too far.
I'm out there insisting your hands are clean.
My boss isn't so sure.
Okay.
Ben Guerra helped me get my first job out of law school.
He helped a lot of us.
You needed a loan, he was there.
You needed tickets for fundraising, he'd have them printed, then he'd throw in the labor.
That kind of a thing.
What about printing green cards? On or off the record? I don't think you understand the gravity of this situation.
You administer a green card program.
Guerra has an office filled with forged forms which he is selling.
Wake up, Roberto! Okay.
What can I tell you? For starters, where was this taken? This was the Latino American Club, and Second Avenue.
Domingo Guerra? I'm Assistant District Attorney Ben Stone.
This is ADA Robinette.
Would you like a drink, Licenciado? I'd like a word with you, sir.
I never set foot in El Cielo.
A disco for Salvadorans? Do you consider yourself above those people? Am I being charged with prejudice? You can be charged with conspiracy to defraud the United States government.
- So change your tune.
- United States? Stone: Yes, sir.
Is the State of New York pinch-hitting for the federal government, Mr.
Stone? No, but I'll tell you what we can do.
We can charge you with possession with intent to sell forged immigration documents.
That comes under state and federal jurisdiction.
Then, of course, there'll be Cesar Pescador's testimony that you offered him money to burn down the club.
My client denies this charge, of course.
But he's wondering if you'd be interested in talking to an INS agent.
Which agent? A man he can implicate in the deaths of these people.
In exchange for a plea bargain, of course.
No, that's completely premature.
You give us the name of the agent, and we'll see.
The man's name is Collins.
James Collins.
Manhattan office.
Of course I know Guerra.
I've been investigating him for years.
Why wasn't I apprised of this? I don't bother you with every minor case.
Excuse me minor? The guy hires illegals to work day jobs.
They get 20 bucks for 10 hours work, Guerra gets 30 per head.
For this we get a visit from the locals? The District Attorney has information that you've been skying green cards.
You and Guerra together.
That's slick.
The best defense is a good offense.
Where do they get this crap? We are continuing the investigation, Mr.
Collins, and if you care to cooperate Get lost.
You know the man.
What do you think? We'll run an internal audit.
See how many apps he's written in the past few years.
That's not good enough.
What do you want me to do? First I give up my patron, now it's coming down on my own office.
Guerra: Real Havana cigars? It's hard to find in this country.
Not for long, I imagine.
Anyway, I don't smoke, and neither do you in my office.
What are you bringing to the table, Tommy? Proof that my client was an unwilling participant in this green card business.
- I'm listening.
- Well, you know the game.
You want quid, we want the quo.
I'm listening, but I'm not about to make a blind commitment to a mass murderer.
Mr.
Stone, I'm a businessman, in business with an agent of the United States government.
You are a man who betrayed his own people at $3,000 a head.
I don't need to listen to this cheap suit.
Mr.
Guerra is willing to testify against Mr.
Collins of the INS, to explain to the jury how Collins conceived the plan to hire Cesar Pescador, and to threaten the patrons of the El Cielo into silence.
Maybe you'd explain it to us.
Collins went to a big league firebug for help.
- Name? - He's called Professor.
My client will explain this and more, in exchange for one count of conspiracy to defraud.
A class "E" felony? Give it up.
The bill of indictments against you will probably run to hundreds of pages.
Now, somewhere in there I might find a little space for compromise.
Possibly a sentencing recommendation.
He's being reasonable, Domingo.
You'd better cooperate.
Simmons, Alan Brown, Max Dworkin, Romaine Ireland Addresses? Simmons still has two to go in Attica, Brown's dead, Dworkin skipped bail Tahiti, if he's smart.
What about Ireland? "Romie the Bug.
" Nine years in the can for torching a dry cleaner's in Queens.
Paroled last July.
Thanks.
Mm-hmm.
I play bridge, tend my roses.
I read a lot.
Yeah, right.
You're a gentleman and a scholar.
I never killed anybody.
It's just a business, and I'm retired.
Not entirely.
Somebody needs advice, you give it to them, sell it to them.
What am I saying? Next thing you know, there's Your MO, Professor your neck.
Okay.
Guy comes up to me, I don't know, maybe he's writing a book.
I give him the benefit of my experience.
Which was? Which was, if I was to go into a crowded place and didn't want to be noticed, I'd use the hidden container trick.
What kind of container? Anything that'll fit down your trouser leg.
In this case, a windshield washer reservoir.
Is this the guy? For complete immunity, I could be 100% certain.
You rang, Chief? Come in.
Sit down.
Did you remove the windshield liquid reservoir from your partner's car, Mr.
Collins? The what? What is this? Read this.
It's a sworn, notarized statement from the mechanic who services your official vehicles.
He witnessed you under the hood.
Well, he's a liar.
I don't care if it is notarized.
Did you ask Romaine Ireland for advice on starting the fire in club El Cielo? Never heard of him.
He's heard of you.
I don't care, I never This man.
Remember him now? Am I under arrest? Not yet.
Can I at least call a lawyer? Guerra roped in the victims, but it was Collins who shut 'em up.
Then we put them on trial together.
"Solicitation.
Criminal solicitation in the first degree, arson in the first degree, murder in the second degree This will make a hell of an indictment.
Is Collins worse than Guerra? A man who's in a position to help his own people do a thing like that? What happened to "Give me your huddled masses"? What the hell's happened to this city? Woman: Anaya, Jose, 23; Rivera, Jesus, 31 Avilo, Maria, 18; Ponce, Roberto, 33; Sangre, Margarita, 27 Chavez, Angela, 27; Soto, Manuel, 42; Soto, Paula, 36; Franco, Clara, 18; Ascencio, Salvador, 22; Carillo, Gregorio, 19; Rodas, Isabel, 29; Domingez, Tomas, 20; Godinez, Maria, 19; Blanca, Maria, 31; Otero, Roberto, 27; Prieto, Felicia, 18; Morales, Yolanda, 29; Sevilla, Maria, 21; Vasquez, Blanca, 20