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he was stealing from him all along and selling his coke in Miami, too.
Only a much better cake than you've ever had.
Colonel, how is your mom doing?
Explain.
I wouldn't get involved.
I figured, what the hell.
How much did that cost you?
I don't know. He was in prison in the United States.
Like a fag model, isn't that right?
So he laced up his army boots and went to fight.
Not a cop, actually. I'm DEA.
It's on, boys!
Got it.
You need a lot of creativity for that.
- Somewhere around 1000 kilos. - 1000 kilos?
Yeah, a coffee?
We got, we got...
Truth is, we weren't even making a dent.
It didn't take long for Miami to get addicted.
On the ground!
All right?
Or we can renegotiate, come to an agreement,
You can go now, officer.
We're DAS, Ibarra.
Hands! Down!
Gustavo, what do you mean we lost it?
Negative on Hammer. This fuckwad just told us where he's going.
The human brain isn't quite the same as a rodent's...
the major item Colombia imported from Peru.
The coke paste was hidden in the spare tires.
Deal.
Your son.
Now tell him how much it costs.
and Zapata would be arrested once he left the port.
Pablo didn't know it then...
Stay with me.
La Dispensaria?
How you doing?
Clear.
You take a packet... you dip it in the oil and swallow it.
- Aah! - Listen to this guy.
Because there are four wheel wells per car and that's 20 kilos.
Let's just call us...