- Okay, Barry. - Yeah. You got one minute. All right, Luce? Honey, honey... - Honey, listen to me. - Let's give him a minute. - Baby, baby, listen to me. - All right, fellas, head on out. Listen to me now.
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The fastest twin engine on the planet.
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Cuban exiles. They pay commercial pilots to smuggle homegrown contraband through Canadian hubs. Vancouver, Montreal. Right?
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Listo pues.
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If you're doin' it for the good guys... yeah.
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What the fuck?
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Atras, atras.
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And you're gonna fly them to Nicaragua. Uh, you didn't say nothin' 'bout guns. It's a war, Barry. Freedom fighters can't put up much of a fight if they aren't armed. This was the deal. Or would you rather be in a Colombian prison?
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Shit gets crazy from here.
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Meanwhile, I'd get another load of powder, take it back to the States with a quick stop to refuel in Panama, under the protection of my old friend, Colonel Noriega. Congratulations on your promotion, General. Of course, he'd get his cut too.
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Flight control screen correct. - Warning and annunciator lights. - Check...on that. - Anti-skid lights. - Lights off.
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Here's how the operation worked. I'd load up the guns at Mena. Then, using Schafer's intel, I'd bypass any law enforcement and fly straight to the Cartel's airstrip in Medellin.
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Please. There is no deal if we don't get the Sandinistas. - Then there's no deal. - Horseshit. There's no deal unless we get Medellin. Now, you may be wondering why my ass wasn't in jail at this point. This is disgusting! Now, I gotta be honest. Frankly, so was I.
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Ima go to prison. I'm gonna do just- just a little time. And Ima be fine there.
