In Pursuit of Willy and Sal, Part Two

Having lost their case against the drug kingpins, federal prosecutors vowed to convict jury foreman Miguel Moya of bribery. Didn't quite work out that way.

Nevertheless in a few moments jurors saw the outline of a hulking figure, agent Garcia, and a smaller figure of a man they were told was defendant Miguel Moya.

"Oye, Miguel," Garcia says as Moya approaches his car, "do you know me? My name is Manny. We have mutual friends. Do you know me? No? I know you."

"Uh huh."
The conversation takes place mostly in Spanish. English subtitles appear across the bottom of the screens and jurors' eyes dart between the pictures and the words.

"The friends that we have advised me that I should come to talk to you," Garcia says. "Because now there is a serious situation. It's that the IRS and the FBI are investigating you." Garcia positions himself in such a way as to block Moya from getting into his car. He tells Moya he's there to help him, and produces a copy of a supposedly confidential FBI memo that identifies Moya as a target of the investigation. The memo, jurors had already been told, was a phony, created by Garcia to use as a prop.

"This is something that our people have obtained via the FBI office," Garcia tells Moya. "Okay? These are the charges they're going to make against you. This is for the money that we gave you." Garcia tells Moya the FBI already knows about the house he bought in the Keys, as well as the boat.

"I haven't bought any of that," Moya retorts.
"You don't have that house. That's not your house?
"No. That's my parents' house."

The two men argue for a moment until the agent asks, "Who knows? Who did you tell that we paid you? Who?"

"Nobody," Moya says.
"Nobody?" Garcia repeats.
"Nobody knows that anybody paid me. I don't have anyone's money."
"Now, okay, Miguel, let's --"
"Oh, but I don't know who you are."

"Okay, Miguel," Garcia says, trying to reassure him. "Listen, guy, listen. I came here to help you. I'm not your enemy here. Understand? If I don't help you, you're screwed."

"But who are you?"
"Who do you think I am?" the undercover agent asks. "Willy and Sal's people sent me here to talk to you." He tells Moya that if he cooperates and answers his questions, he'll be able to help him establish an alibi for the money Falcon and Magluta gave him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Moya counters.
"Listen to me, please," Garcia continues. "If you don't help me in this way now, I'm just going to New York. I don't care. I'll go to New York and I'll tell the people, 'Look, this man says that he doesn't know anything. He doesn't want to help us out.'"

Moya says he can justify all the expenditures his family made.
"Okay," Garcia replies, "so let me understand this. So you're telling me that you don't need our help."

"I really don't know who you are."
"Okay, all right. Suffice it to say I'm Willy and Sal's friend. They sent me from New York to talk to you in order to help you if you need our help. Now, this is real easy for me. For me your problem is Willy and Sal's problem. But if you're telling me now that you've got everything done, I'll tell them."

Moya tells Garcia he is going to hire a lawyer. The agent says that sounds like a good idea, but quickly turns the conversation back to the money. "How much of the money do you have left?" he asks. "Did you spend it all?"

"I don't have any money!"
"Did you spend all the money?"
"I don't have any money!"
"Okay, hold up. I'm trying, brother --"
"I don't have any money! I don't have any money! I don't have any money!"
"Did you spend it all?"
"I don't have any money!"

They continue to spar until Garcia asks if Moya knows the names of the people providing information about him to the government. Garcia once again shows Moya the phony FBI memo and points to a list of code names given the witnesses against Moya. "Let me ask you something, Mike," the agent wonders, "who are these fucking people?"

"I don't know."
"Are they other jurors?"
"I couldn't change the minds of eleven other people on that jury."

Garcia begins to grow impatient, and he tells Moya: "If they get you, they'll get Willy and Sal."

"Nobody received any money."
"So, are you going to continue with that story?"
"I'm telling you that nobody, nobody knows about anything."

"Excuse me? Nobody knows anything? Are you going to admit it to me now? Yes or no? You've got to tell me the truth because if not I'm going over there to tell those people that you're playing games, brother. I don't want to do that to you."

His words undoubtedly struck Moya as ominous.
"I'm going to give you my beeper number," he continues. "I'm going to be here until Friday. After that you're on your own."

"Look, you have to have trust in me because I'm the only person you've got."

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