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I should treat you the same way
that I treated your colleagues, but
life can be so unexpectedly short,
Agent Page. So,
enjoy it while you can.
Ciao.
You laid the son of a gun, didn't you?
- Something wrong?
- Hello, little lady.
Come here, bitch.
- Are you sure?
- I was only teasing.
But our kid will have
a loving mother and father,
and all the advantages that I can give him.
Him? Him. You've already decided
the baby's gonna be a boy?
With a stud like me, what else?
She could be a ballet dancer.
- That's all I need: Two wild women.
- That might be exactly what you get, too.
How do you expect us
to eat this gook shit?
I see that look in your eye.
I'm not going to fight.
Listen, Charlie Chan...
You think you ought to help him?
Excuse me, guys.
Let me help you up, Mr. Quon.
No, there's only three of 'em.
You were trying the wrong techniques
against these skinheads.
- No offence, guys.
- Who the fuck are you?
An elbow would've been a lot better.
Asshole.
Come here.
Personally, Mr. Quon,
I think your food is great.
Wow.
Don't you?
- I didn't hear you.
- Yeah, yeah.
Then pay him and get the hell outta here.
Thanks.
When he left the table,
didn't he say he wasn't gonna fight?
I didn't fight.
I gave a motivational seminar.
Miguel, I've missed you.
- How was Rio?
- Fine.
Miguel,
let me have the figures
on the latest coca distribution.
We've had eight shipments
intercepted by the DEA in one month.
There is a spy in the organization.
I will conduct the investigation
personally, jefe.
Later.
This afternoon I want you to fly to Miami
and see the distributors.
Stop right here.
Look at Papa.
Why is the girl not harvesting the coca?
She refuses to work.
She fears the sun will kill the baby.
Well, put her to work.
Bad example for the others.
OK, put her to work.
- Give me the baby.
- No.
No.
- Josй.
- No, please don't.
Quiquina!
No! My baby!
No! Stop!
Josй... Josй...
You want your baby?
Get in the jeep.
My baby... My baby...
Take her to my bedroom.
But first give her a beautiful bath.
While she's there,
get rid of the baby.
General Taylor, Colonel McCoy
and Major Chavez are here.
- Good. Send them in.
- Yes, sir.
- Colonel McCoy.
- General.
Major Chavez.
This is George Fogerty. He heads
the Drug Enforcement Administration.
- Major.
- And John Page,
in charge of DEA activities in San Carlos.
- A real pleasure. How do you do?
- Let's take a walk, boys.
Gentlemen, the flow of cocaine
coming into the US is becoming a war.
That damn drug has this country
in a stranglehold.
That's why we need you
and the Delta Force.
The President
has made this a top priority.
I am to do whatever is necessary
to curtail this problem.
Gentlemen, Ramon Cota,
the world’s wealthiest drug dealer.
Cota is wanted for drug trafficking
and murder in 17 countries.
We have no extradition agreement
with San Carlos,
but whenever he leaves,
he knows we're on to him.
Why do they put up with that creep?
President Alcazar is a well-intentioned
man, but he's hanging on by a thread.
The real strength there is this guy -
General Olmedo.
Goddamn ugly son of a bitch.
He makes it possible for Cota
to stay in San Carlos.
He takes a small share of the profits
to the amount of
several hundred million dollars a year.
What is it you want from us?
I have an agent in Cota's organization.
I want you to tell him to come in.
Excuse me? Why us, sir?
He doesn't wanna be contacted by us,
ever since the massacre
of our agents in Rio.
You see, Cota was tipped off
by one of our very own.
So, he wants someone from outside
just to pass on his information to him.
That's why we contacted General Taylor
and he volunteered you two boys.
I want you to tell him his life
is in jeopardy if he returns to San Carlos.
How do we contact him?
There's a taxi waiting for you, sir.
We've been driving around for