Pablo Escobar. A couple of billion dollars from now, they'd be known as the Medellin Cartel. See, back then, they're just three businessmen tryin' to figure out how to get their merchandise to the United States.
American Made
4.2s
The Contras hid the coke in fishing boats and sailed it up to Miami.
American Made
1.3s
The Contras.
American Made
8.6s
I hope they put us up at the Holiday Inn tonight. Those little cocktail gals are on fire. As soon as they see a man in uniform, panties come off.
American Made
11.2s
This is the United States Drug Enforcement Administration. You are in violation of the air defense identification zone. We are ordering you to land immediately. Follow us to New Orleans NAS.
American Made
3.1s
They were runnin' away almost faster than we could bring 'em in.
American Made
1.2s
Atras, atras.
American Made
1.7s
I'm not fuckin' around.
American Made
4.1s
Now, these guns are gifts from Uncle Sam.
American Made
2.2s
We need to borrow some of your land.
American Made
20.2s
Oh, shit, man. Look at all these guns. We gotta move all of it. Where are we supposed to put all this stuff? Just get it off my property. Anything with the words "Mena". Fuel bills, memos, names, directives, photos, anything like that, anything that can link us with him, you put in the burn bag... and then what do you do with it? - Burn it. - You burn it.
American Made
5.9s
I am working... for the CIA.
American Made
3s
Back off. Off.
American Made
2.2s
Washing machine over there.
American Made
14.2s
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.
