Look, Schafer. I ain't no military expert, but are you sure these are the right guys? 'Cause they seem a damn sight more interested in my boots than in your guns. Look, this is getting big time. Schafer, I just don't think I'm the guy for this. You just keep delivering that pizza, you hear me? You just keep delivering.
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Howdy, amigos. I'm here on behalf of Uncle Sam.
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6.3s
All right? All right? Gifts. Regalos de mi.
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3.3s
Hola. All right.
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2.1s
These are gifts.
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Back off. Off.
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Regalos.
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The operation got so big, I had to get some help. Pete Dubois, manufactured guns until he discovered he had a knack for selling pot. Stan Mason flew dope from Mexico to Arizona. Bill Cooper, he flew opium all around Southeast Asia during Vietnam.
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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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I call these boys my Snowbirds. And we could fly through anything.
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Then there's Bob. Uh, I don't know much about Bob. Hell of a pilot, though.
American Made
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How's it going? Hey Boss! That was fucking crazy, man!
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Then I'd dump it all in the swamps in Louisiana.
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How's it uh, how's it going down there?
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Schafer.
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Barry.
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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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We have a new business proposition to you, Barry. You bring your American guns to Colombia, deliver our cocaine here to the Contras, the Contras take it by fishing boats to Miami, and everybody's happy. It's for the war effort, Mr. Seal. Lucho Castellanos y su Grupo - "Bombo y Maracas" Turns out the Contras didn't really want to fight a war. They just want to make money. Like the rest of us. Meanwhile, the Medellin Cartel wanted guns. So they worked out a little trade. What was I gonna tell 'em? I'm just a gringo who always delivers.
