Jacob Diaz

Ole, who was in the U.S.

illegally, was remanded.

Diaz's federal criminal defense attorney, David Wilson, advised him to accept a plea deal and cooperate.

Talk to the prosecutor and the agents.

The first one to talk gets the best deal.

There's not going to be any deals, replied Diaz.

No drugs have been seized, and Ole certainly wasn't going to cooperate against him or the cartel.

All they've got is me talking about collecting some money.

It can mean anything.

I'm going to trial.

The cartel lawyer nodded his head as Diaz explained the federal government's case surrounded by Ole's sister and two other Mexican women.

Paquita, Ole's sister, had flown in from Acapulco for an appointment with Thomas Thad, an attorney who was highly recommended by Ole's associates in the cartel.

Thad had gotten several drug traffickers' charges dismissed in the state of Florida.

Paquita didn't trust the public defenders representing Ole and Diaz.

She wanted private counsel.

Paquita told Diaz to ask Thad how much cash would it take to make the case go away.

Diaz informed her he didn't think it was a good idea to ask the lawyer that.

He'll freak out.

Ask him, she demanded.

Ask him!