(record scratches) ("A Fifth of Beethoven" by Walter Murphy playing) (crowd cheering) JIMMY CARTER: Exactly three years ago, I promised you a president who feels your pain and who shares your dreams. I want to talk to you about a fundamental threat to American democracy. For the first time in the history of our country, a majority of our people believe that the next five years will be worse than the past five years. (music ends) (quiet air traffic control radio chatter) JIMMY (whispers): Shit. (electronic chime) (over speakers): Howdy, folks. Uh, apologize for the delay. We're number 11 for takeoff. We'll try to make it up in the air. Just wake me up over Texas. (quiet radio chatter continues) (quiet air traffic control radio chatter) (alarm beeps quietly) (jet engines whirring) (jet engines whirring loudly) (aircraft cabin rumbling) (passengers gasping) (electronic chime) BARRY (over speakers): Apologies from the flight deck. Just a little bit of turbulence. (passengers murmuring) (voice over): Thank you all for flying TWA tonight. Welcome to Baton Rouge. RADIO HOST: The people's choice. (chorus sings jingle) RADIO HOST: ...for you history buffs, is in Louisiana. (music playing over radio) # Just let your love flow, like a moun... # -(door closes) -BARRY: Hey, Luce. LUCY: Um, back here. # And let your love show # # And you'll know what I mean # # It's the season # # Let your love fly # -(Lucy scoffs) -# Like a bird on a wing # # And let your love bind you... # BARRY (voice over): Thank you for flying TWA. Welcome to Vancouver. Welcome to Bakersfield. -Welcome to Denver. -(baby crying) JIMMY: I hope they put us up at the Holiday Inn tonight. Those little cocktail gals are on fire. Soon as they see a man in uniform, panties come off. (chuckles) Mm, mm, mm. -How about that landing in DuBois? -Oh, man. It was gusting that day. (lively chatter) (laughter) Thanks, Bobby. (soul music playing over speakers) Hey. Chivas, on the rocks. (woman chuckles) # Now you're lying close to me # # Making love to me # # I believe in miracles # # Where you from # -# You sexy thing # -# Sexy thing, you # # I believe in miracles # # Since you came along # # You sexy thing... # Barry. What's that? Barry Seal. That's right. You have a drop-off and pick-up service here every other Thursday. -(exhales) -Cuban exiles. They pay commercial pilots to smuggle home-grown contraband through Canadian hubs-- Vancouver, Montreal. -(camera clicks) -Right? I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. -No? -No. You're smuggling cigars. You have an interesting file, Barry. File? Starts off with a bang: top of your class in the Civil Air Patrol, youngest pilot in TWA history. You were going places. (chuckles) What's going on here? Revolution's in the air, Barry. Central America, right now. We're building nations down there, Barry. We're building nations. It's America at its fucking finest. And we could use someone like you. (laughs) Goddamn. You're CIA. Shh. (laughs quietly) Holy shit. BARRY: Hot damn. (chuckles) Look at her. MONTY: Well, they, uh... they tell me she's pretty fast. Yeah. Yeah. It's the fastest twin-engine on the planet. MONTY: Mm. I mean, shit. She looks like she's going 300 miles an hour just sitting there. (laughs) CIA owns this? No. No. Uh, Independent Aviation Consultants. IAC. Yeah. Well, what is that? What do they call... -One of them front groups? Is that... -No. No, no, no. It's as real as IBM. -Uh-huh. -You'd run the company, but... after hours, you work for us. Yeah. -Takes pictures? -Mm. We say it collects intelligence. -Uh-huh. -(laughs) Where? -Russia? -Uh... south of the border, north of the equator. Let's just say, uh, enemies of democracy. Look, the real work is covert. -You understand? -(laughs) -(chuckles) So... -Covert. So, uh, anyone finds out about it, uh, family, friends, even, uh, Lucy-- It's Lucy, right? Yeah, that's right. That'd be a problem. What? All this is legal? If you're doing it for the good guys, yeah. -(chuckles) -Just don't get caught. That'd... (chuckles) You want to take her for a spin? Fuck it! Take her for a fucking spin. (laughs) -I want you to take her for a spin. (clapping) (rock music) (laughs) -It's all for me. -Uh-huh. It's a new business. It's gonna be my business. Okay. Logistical support for airports. That's right. Okay. And you're calling it IAC? What do you know about business? You are a TWA airline pilot. -Yeah. -That's how you support this family. Uh, this is gonna be good for us. -All right? -What about benefits? -Our health care? -Oh. And we have great health care with TWA. That's-- I'm... You know, I'm sure that's not gonna be a problem. And what the hell does "IAC" mean, anyway? Independent Aviation Consultants. Well, that sounds fucking made up, Barry. Does? BARRY (voice over): Flight controls free and correct. JIMMY (voice-over): Warning and enunciator lights. Check... on that. -Anti-skid lights. -That's off. - Landing gear. - Handle's down. Three green. -Speed brake lever. -Stowed. -Thrust levers. -Cut off. -Engine start levers. -Cut off. -Slap trim cut-off switches. -Normal. Fire warning system? -(alarm rings) -Check. Radius transponder radar? Barry? Radius transponder radar? Yeah. Check, check. Rudder, aileron trim? Zero, zero. Windows? Closed. Flight attendant briefing? Uh, Barry? You're gonna be all right, Jimmy. Where you... Where you going? Barry! Barry, where you going?! BARRY (voice over): Shit. I know, I know. That was bold. That was bold. I do tend to leap before I look. Maybe, uh... Maybe I should have asked a few more questions. Anyway, it was back in '78, and, uh... it was, uh, September? October. Anyway, it, uh... That was the day I joined the CIA. ("One Way Out" by The Allman Brothers Band playing) BARRY (voice over): Now, in those days, the Cold War was in full swing. The Soviets were backing communist insurgents all over Central America. -(squawking) -(roaring) And the CIA wanted snaps of them insurgents. (camera clicking) -(rapid gunfire) -(men shouting) # Ain't but one way out, baby # (camera clicking) # Can't go out the door # # Whoa # # Whoa # # Whoa... # -(rapid gunfire) -(men shouting) (camera clicking) Now, these pictures are sensational. Who's responsible? They're mine. MAN (voice over): Hey, Monty? Yeah. Go fuck yourself. -(rapid gunfire) -(men shouting) (explosion) Whoa! Oh! Shit! (engine sputtering) Come on, now. Come on, now. (laughs) Fuck! (whoops) (chorus sings jingle over radio) RADIO HOST: The people's choice. -(Lucy moaning) -(rhythmic knocking) MONTY: So, uh... so then I show him, uh, this one. And he goes, uh, "Goddamn it, Schafer, I didn't ask for mug shots." (laughs) I mean, they say they're the best reconnaissance photos they have ever seen. Does this mean I get a raise? You're doing great. Hey, you got a family, Schafer? -DOCTOR: Big push! -(Lucy groaning) -Aah! Motherfucker! -(baby cries) Wife, kids? (grunts softly) See, I, uh... I didn't tell Lucy I ain't working for TWA no more. You're serving your country. I am gonna need some more money at some point. You'll figure it out. Oh. Uh... (clears throat) We, uh... we're sending you to Panama tomorrow. BARRY (voice over): The CIA was so happy with my work, they gave me another job. Bagman. See, there was this colonel down in Panama named Noriega. And he was selling the agency's intel on all the commies down there. For your friends. BARRY (voice over): My job was just to drop off and pick up. Just drop off... and pick up. RADIO HOST (voice over): ...right here in Baton Rouge. You're listening to the best Louisiana music. Hey, Luce, pancakes are up. LUCY: Thanks, baby. (camera clicking) (upbeat rock music) # Oh, you tell me, baby. # (birds chirping) Hola. Uh... gasolina. Si. Gasolina. In the car. -(horns honking) -(siren wailing) Hey, uh... Adonde vamos, fellas? # Come what may # # To Blue Bayou... # OCHOA: Que mas? # Where the folks are fine... # Welcome. Subanlos muchachos. Come on up. # Where those fishing boats # # With their sails afloat # # If I could only see... # Thank you for coming to see me. Sir, I-I think there's been some sort of mistake here, because I... uh, these fellas just picked me up at the airport, and I... No, no. No mistake. Just please, have a seat. Coffee, Mr. Seal? Dos tinticos. You know my name? You're the gringo who flies to Central America every week, taking pictures very low with your fancy plane. Oh, yeah. I mean, uh, uh... Those photos-- see, I have a, uh... -aviation company here in South America... -Yes. -Yes, the AIC. -...that I-I advi... IAC. Yes, sir. Or is it CIA? (chuckles): What? -(chuckles) -(laughs) No. No, no, no. I'm just a businessman here. I'm a businessman. Imports, exports. Cattle. Horses. But now... ...now God above has blessed this great country with new riches, Mr. Seal. And you could help us. How's that? You know the routes. You can get in and out Estados Unidos with your fancy plane. # With their sails afloat # # If I could only see... # Wh-What kind of riches are we talking about here? # That familiar sunrise # # Through sleepy eyes # # How happy I'd be... # Cocaine, Mr. Seal! # On Blue # # Bayou. # (men speaking Spanish) We had a few difficulties getting our exports to your country, Mr. Seal. -DISPATCHER (over radio): 9996. -(sirens wailing) Ma'am, what's in the bag? (dog barking) We decided to try new ideas. We want you to take off from here, fly directly to Miami. We'll pay you $2,000 per kilo. What... How much is a kilo? 2.2 pounds, Mr. Seal. (quietly): $2,000... every 2.2 pounds. (man speaking Spanish in distance) I-I'm sorry, fellas... I didn't catch you all's names. BARRY (voice over): Jorge Ochoa. Carlos Lehder. Pablo Escobar. Couple of billion dollars from now, they'd be known as the Medellin Cartel. Back then, they were just three businessmen trying to figure out how to get their merchandise to the United States. There was just one small problem. See, pilots-- they were killing themselves trying to get off that runway. I see you had a few other boys try to make it out of here. (chuckles) Si. Si. Terrible pilots. Yeah, well... I'm sure they were heavy. You know, carrying a lot of fuel to make it to the States, and merchandise, and... Yeah, you know, this airport-- I mean, it's high altitude and a short runway. And, I mean, shit, you got trees and mountains on both sides. (speaks Spanish quietly) Is there, uh... is there somewhere else I could take off from? OCHOA: Not where the army wouldn't notice. Well, uh... can you make the runway longer? (laughs) (speaking Spanish) (conversation continues in Spanish) They say I should get rid of you. That you can't do it. -We have our people in Miami. -BARRY: Yeah. You're gonna land at the Okeechobee Airport -between 2:00 and 6:00 a.m. -All right. L-Look... here, there's a... There's been a change of plans, 'cause I ain't landing in Miami in... -(speaks Spanish) -Oh, thank you. Gr-Gracias. See, I ain't landing anywhere with this stuff. That's-that's how y'all got in trouble. Now, look, just... just hear me out. I know Louisiana. Now, here's a map. Now, I'm gonna drop this stuff right where "X" marks the spot. All right? Just... (grunts) What do you mean you're not gonna land, huevon? -Okay. Now, just... -(speaking Spanish) Hey. C-Come here. Just... Look... Just look at this. Look. See right here? -See that there? -Hmm. Right there is your million-dollar door. (men chattering in Spanish) All right, you just... go around. Each side. But tight. No, no, no. No more. I said no more. No mas. No mas. No mas. No mas. But there's plenty of room, gringo. -No, no, no, no. Si, si, si. -No. -Hasta arriba. Hasta arriba. -Guys, guys, it ain't about room, all right? It's about weight. Now, we agreed on 200. -I even put on 300. -No, no, no, no. (speaking Spanish) No mas. No mas. Keep pushing. Come on. I need all the runway I can get. Keep going. Keep going. Sigan. Paren. Paren. Paren. Hold. Hold. (grunts) Bien, bien. Gracias, gracias. (panting) (exhales) Oh, whoa. Where the hell you think you're going, big fella? Come on. Out. He's gonna guard the product. (sighs) This guy's fatter than fuck. I'm already 1,500 pounds overweight. Either I fly the big fella or I fly your product. (men chattering in Spanish) (sighs) Good luck, hermano. Christ will keep you safe. He ain't gonna make this runway any longer. Hey, Jorge. Come here, give me that. -(exhales) -(engine starts) (chattering excitedly in Spanish) (engines whirring) (speaking Spanish) Come on. (shouts in Spanish) (alarm beeps) Come on, come on, come on. Come on! (alarm beeps) (alarm beeps) -(alarm beeping) -Oh! Oh, Jesus! -(grunts) -(clamouring) (alarm beeping) (exhales) (chuckles) (whoops) Mwah! (shouting in Spanish) (men chattering excitedly in Spanish) (rock music) (air traffic controllers chattering) (radio static) I've got a possible target headed due north, 25 miles offshore. (helicopter blades whirring) That's platform 14, one of Shell's helicopters. You can disregard. (rock music continues) (console beeps) (calculating music) (man speaks Spanish) (man whoops) (fireworks whistling, popping) (shouts excitedly in Spanish) (laughs) OCHOA: Senores, salud, Barry. Cheers, cheers. (men speaking Spanish, laughing) (speaks Spanish) -Wow. -(Escobar laughs) OCHOA: For you. (men laughing) Barry... (speaking Spanish) Was that, uh, Wednesday? You want me to go... -He wants me to go again on Wednesday? -Yes. Next Wednesday. BARRY: Well, what about the, uh, that runway? (men chattering excitedly in Spanish) Pablo! Jorge! Senor. -(dogs barking in distance) -(men speaking Spanish) -(gunfire in distance) -Oh. Whoa. No, no, tranquilo, tranquilo, tranquilo. -No pasa nada. -Wait here, Barry. Wait here. -I... -Tranquilo, tranquilo, tranquilo. -BARRY: Are we running? -Nah. (gunfire continues in distance) What? What is that? Y-You want me to wait here? Pablo? -(helicopter whirring) -(gunfire continues) (gunfire continues nearby) (helicopter approaching) BARRY: Oh, God. (men shouting in Spanish) (man shouting in Spanish) BARRY: No, no. Si, si. Si, si, si, si, si, si, si. (men shouting in Spanish) (crowd cheering) MONTY (voice-over): Barry? Barry Seal? Schafer? -Barry Seal? -Schafer? Oh, my God. You look terrible. -It's so good to see you. -Oh. -You missing a tooth? -Yeah. -Listen... -What the fuck? -See these fellas right here? -Yeah. I think they know that I am CIA. You're not CIA. You're a drug smuggler, Barry. Listen. Louisiana PD was notified of your arrest here. They're gonna raid your house at 6:00 a.m. They're gonna pick up Lucy, bring her in for questioning. Maybe even keep her overnight. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. You got to get me out of here. Uh, maybe... maybe we could figure something out. BARRY (voice-over): Okay, you can, you can stop now if you want. 'Cause, believe me... shit gets crazy from here. (voice-over): Remember them fellas that I told you -I was taking snaps of? -(camera clicking) Turns out they was a bunch of commies. Called themselves Sandinistas. These fellas managed to get their shit together and take control right here in this little country called Nicaragua. Oh, no, that's, uh, no, that's El Salvador. Here you go, Nicaragua. NEWSMAN: Theirs is the first successful revolution in Central America. BARRY: Now, that may have been bad news for some people, but not for me. See, there was a new sheriff in town. My fellow Americans, I must speak to you tonight about a mounting danger in Central America. BARRY: Even after everything that happened, I... I still love Ronnie Reagan. I mean, any man that can make it from that monkey movie all the way to the White House... What's the matter with him? ...he's got to know what the hell he's doing. And what he wanted was to kick them commie Sandinistas out of Nicaragua. And he wanted the Nicaraguan freedom fighters, called Contras, to do it. They need to know that the U.S. supports them with more than just pretty words and good wishes. BARRY: But Congress, well, they smelled the makings of another Vietnam, and they outright refused to let Ronnie have his war. But do you think them politicians could tell The Gipper what to do? Hell no. He turned to the CIA, and the CIA turned to me. Schafer. Oh, Schafer, that, uh, morning raid on my family, that's off now, right? No, no, that's, uh, that's still happening. -What? -6:00 a.m. -This fucking country. Stop! -Well, hold on, now. -Now, we have a deal. -I'm not a cop, Barry. I can't make a search warrant go away, you know? -Things are in motion here. -Come on, man. What-what the hell am I gonna do? I suggest you get your family out of Louisiana. Well, where am I supposed to take them? We got a place for you. Mena. Arkansas. Arkansas? (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (PHONES AND CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE) (BIRDSONG) # Nobody makes soup in a cup # Like Continental Cup A Soup ! # BARRY (whispering): Hey. (Lucy groans softly) Hey, Luce. -LUCY: Mm, hey, baby. -Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey. Oh, my God, baby, what happened to you? I'm-I'm okay. -Barry, you're missing a tooth. -(chuckles) Hey, uh... we're moving. We got to pack everything up. We got to be out of here before the sun comes up. The, uh... So, we'll get these dresses and... Do you, uh, do you need all them shoes? Well, hey there, sunshine. How you doing? Now, look, I'm gonna give you a plastic bag. Now, what you do is you go upstairs and you put your favourite toys in there. Go on back to bed, honey. Daddy done lost his mind. No, darling, you listen to Daddy. You go do that 'cause we're going on an adventure. LUCY: No, we're not going on an adventure. Like the time we went camping in the parish? Well, not actually, but... 'cause every adventure is different. Oh, my God, you're actually serious right now. Barry, it's 4:00 a.m. I'm not moving. Christina's school play is tomorrow. Now, do you trust me? No. Now, you love me. You do love me. Yeah, of course I fucking love you. Then, listen, we got to move. And we got to get out of here before the sun comes up. ("Black Widow Blues" by Townes Van Zandt playing) # I got a black widow spider for a mama, Lord # # Got a diamond-backed rattler for a pa # # Well, I got me a woman down in New Orleans # (siren wailing) # Got a friend in Arkansas # # Got a morning full of make-believe # # Got an evening full of time # # I've got the hands, pretty lady # # Gonna make you grieve # # Lovin' gonna make you mine # # Ain't never seen your town before... # Look at that. They got barbeque. # I need me a place to hide my face # # From the howlin' of the wind... # Got a lot of charm. This place has got a lot of charm. # Got a goatskin full of wine... # DOWNING: ...plenty, but all we got's a Porta-Potty out back and... I think that'd be cruel and unusual punishment. Right? (chuckles) Well, I'll be sure to give them a good what for on Monday, though. All right? Thank you. Front door is open. (baby crying) Shh, it's okay. (pipes rumbling) That's-that's an easy fix. (car horn honks in distance) I got to... Get in. Come on. Oh, shit. We got to make this quick. She might leave me before I get back. MONTY (voice-over): So... this is all yours, including everything between here and your house, almost 2,000 acres. What do you think? - I own all this? - Oh, yeah. - This whole airport? - Yeah. Congratulations. AK-47s, Soviet-made, for the PLO. The Israelis captured these and then secretly traded them to us. And you're gonna fly them to Nicaragua. Uh, you didn't say nothing about 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? This is every current law enforcement investigation on the Gulf Coast. FBI, ATF, DEA, Customs. These maps will help you avoid all of them. Holy shit. You just... fly where they ain't. Everything in this hangar is mine? Oh, yeah. -That truck's mine? -Mm-hmm. Tools are mine? Yes, sir. This airplane's mine? Bag is mine? What bag? LUCY: I fed the kids. They're sleeping. Unpacked the car. That's good. Fixed the sink. It was just a valve. Well, see, I told you that was gonna be easy. Fuck, Barry! BARRY: Okay, all right, all right. Okay. I'm gonna come clean. I don't work for TWA no more. No shit, Barry. Are you going to prison? No, ma'am. You've got to take care of this family, 'cause I will take the kids, I will go right back to working for Kentucky Fried Chicken. Luce, what I'm working on, it's... -Barry, I am six months pregnant. -...it's top secret. I need a fridge. I need beds for our children. I need a stove, a fucking washing machine. Washing machine over there. Now, let me just... Is this all legal? All right, what I'm about to tell you, now, y-you, you got to swear you can't ever tell anybody this, Lucy. All right? (whispers): I am working for the CIA. (rock music) (landing gear rumbles) (men chattering in Spanish) (man whistles, speaks Spanish in distance) BARRY: Hola. Howdy, amigos. I am here on behalf of Uncle Sam. (men speaking Spanish) (men clamouring) (man shouting excitedly in Spanish) (men cheering) BARRY (voice-over): Look, Schafer, I ain't no military expert, but are you sure these are the right guys? 'Cause they seemed a damn sight more interested in my boots than in your guns. MONTY: Now, look, this is getting big-time. Schafer, I-I just don't think I'm the guy for this. You just keep delivering that pizza, hear me? (voice-over): You just keep delivering. (landing gear rumbles) (men chattering in Spanish) (engine stops) BARRY: Hola. All right. These are gifts. All right? All right? Gifts. Regalos de mi. Back off. Uh, off. Regalos. Amigos. Atras, atras. (panting) Now... these guns are gifts from Uncle Sam. (men murmuring in Spanish) Amigos. Atras. Atras. -(speaking Spanish) -No. No. I'm not fucking around. (Jeep horn honks) Barry! Put the bat down, huevon. We're all friends here. Jorge. What the hell are you doing here? OCHOA: This is Don Adolfo Calero. He works for your government on the revolution -to bring down the Sandinistas. -CALERO: Jorge tells me you are the crazy gringo who always delivers. OCHOA: 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. BARRY (voice-over): Turns out the Contras didn't really want to fight a war. They just wanted 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. (voice-over): Here's how the operation worked. I'd load up with guns in Mena, then, using Schafer's intel, I'd bypass any law enforcement and fly straight to the cartel's airstrip in Medellin. (shouting in Spanish) The Colombians, well, they loved them guns. (chuckles) And I'd load up with fresh powder and fly on to the Contra training camp. The Contras hid the coke in fishing boats -and sailed it up to Miami. -(boat horn toots) 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. (voice-over): Course, he'd get his cut, too. On the way back, I'd keep an eye out for the DEA, and then I'd dump it all in the swamps of Louisiana. -(fireworks popping) -(men chattering in Spanish) 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. Then there's Bob. Uh, I don't know much about Bob. Hell of a pilot, though. I called these boys my Snowbirds, and we could fly through anything. Schafer! Barry. How's it going? COOPER: Hey, boss! That was fucking crazy, man! (whoops) (Cooper laughs) How's it, uh... how's it going down there? Oh, you know... busy. You? Oh, yeah. Busy. (vehicles approaching) BARRY: Where are they going? We need to borrow some of your land. They want you to fly 'em up here to... to train. For training. Who? The Contras. Y-You want me to bring 'em up here? To Mena? We're setting up a field and operational training ground. W... Where? On... my... -On my land? -Yeah. Starting immediately. Which is great. Is that a problem? Uh, no. Hey... whatever you need, boss. (rock music) Que? Necesito un bano! Uh... No bano. (men shouting in Spanish) (plane engines approaching) (plane engines whirring loudly) MAN: Let's get 'em over here. That's right, compadre. Let's go! Hang on! We're supposed to have 15. I'm only counting 12 here. Them Contras were damn excited about being in the U.S. of A. And they were running away almost faster than we could bring 'em in. (speaking Spanish) MAN: Hey, you two! Where you think you're going?! MONTY: Wow. You want to quadruple the shipments? WINTER: We're confident the Contras can win by summer if we... if we give 'em what they need. Mm, that's great. WINTER: How much more can you get out of your guy in Mena? MONTY: Oh, we'll get everything out of him. That's what I like to hear. We're expanding operations, Barry. BARRY (voice-over): Come on, now. One at a time. -One at a time! Hey! -(men clamouring) Hold on. Hold on. No, no. No, no, no. Gonna take care of everybody. Just calma. Calma. Back! (speaks Spanish) No. -Hey, back! Whoa, whoa, whoa! -(clamouring continues) Calma. Calma. Calma. Everyone just calm the fuck down. Go! (excited chatter) MAN: Fire! MAN: Come on! (glasses clink) Salud. (crickets chirping) -Hey, Barry. -Yeah? You think those Contras can win? No. Ah. MAN (over TV): ...fly out and grounded out. Gonna sacrifice. -DOWNING: Wow. -This just came. "Go Razorbacks. Barry." Season tickets. 50-yard line. Well, that was awful nice of him. How much property has Seal bought up since he came to town? I don't know. F-Five hundred acres? 2,000 acres. From the airport to Ouachita. What's he want with all that worthless land? It's-it's really none of our business, really. He's good people, Judy. He's doing a lot for the community. BARRY: I'd like to open a bank account. Oh. Bless you. I'll be right back. David?! -LUCY: Come on, Christina! -(crowd cheering) -You got it, baby. -MAN: Good job, guys. Good job. (whooping) -(bat clinks) -(crowd cheering) MAN: Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Oranges. You guys want some oranges? -LUCY: Hey, guys, I got pizza! -Pizza! -You guys want some pizza? -Pepperoni! -Yeah. -Let me in. -Here we go. All right. Let me just put this right... There you go. (car horn plays "Dixie") (power tools buzzing) -Nice wheels. -Oh, you like her? (chuckles): I do. 1982, all the bells and whistles. First one in the state of Arkansas, and she's yours. -She's mine? -She's yours. (chuckling): Oh, my God, Barry. Thank you! -Wow. -A little something extra in there. Fuck me, Barry. (Barry chuckles) What? Okay. You need to behave. I brought some snacks out for you, Christina, okay? BARRY (voice-over): By the summer of '82... (counting machines rattling) ...business was a-boomin'. Get us at Tuesday, 3:00. Tuesday at 3:00. -(beeping) -OCHOA: We need to increase the shipments. Can you add a Friday delivery? -Friday? Okay. Hold on now. -(phone ringing) Yeah? We want to double the amount of guns we're bringing in. - BARRY: Double? - MONTY: The next batch by Friday. Oh, h-hold on. Does that, uh... -Does it have to be Friday? Uh... -(dial tone hums) BARRY (voice-over): I opened a few front corporations. I can't wait to learn everything there is to know about the sign business, Mr. Seal. Me, too. I spent 30 years working the pumps at Gas N' Sip. Well, sir, I think it's about time you moved to upper management. (voice-over): But the money was coming in faster than I could launder it. (camera clicking) I was taking pictures, delivering guns, dropping off and picking up. (chuckles): Damn, I was building an air force. -New toy, boys! -(laughing, whooping) LUCY: Good Christmas morning! -I wanted scary books. -You did? -(Barry chuckles) What are you doing? Barry... Smile, Barry. (chuckles) -Jorge. -Hermano. Lobsters! -Oh, you remembered! -What'd I tell you? -Think I'm gonna forget that? -Your husband is a genius. When it absolutely, positively has to be delivered overnight... -Amigo. -Esposa Lucy. -No, no, no, no, no, no, no. -Si, si, si. (speaking Spanish) (crowd cheering) (shouting in Spanish) -Ole! -Ole! (crowd cheering) (Lehder shouting in Spanish) (crowd cheering) (Lucy laughing) (laughing) BARRY (voice-over): I had my fingers in every pie on the rack. Ten million in Mena National, 12 million in Mena State, 15 in Mena Trust. I had 40 parked in Miami, -20 in Panama, -(Lucy moaning) seven million in lawn bags, eight in Samsonites, four buried in the woods behind my house, and 90 pounds of gold in my closet. -(plane engines whirring) -Hot damn! -Oh, honey, watch the yoke. Watch... -(Lucy moaning) (voice-over): If this ain't the greatest country in the world. (Lucy moans loudly) ..with our new Sensodyne Rapid Relief formulation - clinically proven relief at just 60 seconds. BARRY (voice-over): Uh... JB. Uh... Yeah. -Hey, sis! -JB! What the fuck?! -(Lucy laughs) -Look at you! -Look at you! -Goddamn! Get in here. Look at this fucking house. Parking Chevy's a lot harder than it fucking looks, Luce. -Hey, watch your mouth around the kids. -Sorry. (video game music, sound effects playing) BARRY: That right? JB: Yeah, man. They had me, uh, cramming those S-10s into every goddamn inch -of the fucking... -LUCY: Hey, you heard me! I'm sorry! But the thing is, is that the cars were so close to each other, right, -you couldn't help but scratch, right? -Yeah. And then they would take the scratches out -of my fucking pay cheque, man. -LUCY: Hey! -JB. -JB: Sorry. Well, I don't know how you handle the pressure, JB. You're staying here, you're getting a job. Or, you know, I could just give you some folding cash, you go on and do what you want. -Don't you look at him like that. -JB: What? You are getting a job, JB, not a handout. My brother's getting a job, Barry. You're getting a job. -Definitely. -Well, you hear that? That's the law. You're gonna have to work, son. -Gonna have to work. -LUCY: That's right. JB: Hey, what-what is it I'll be doing, exactly? (upbeat music plays) (grunts) Yo, Barry! Hey, Barry. -Barry! -What now, JB? Sir, this is a big hangar, and I'm tired of sweeping. You can take a break when you get it done. Let's go. Get it done! COOPER: Hey, man, I got a new job for you. Get me a beer, man. Dead soldier. Here's your fucking... (plane engine chugging) (birds squawking) - LUCY (voice-over): Barry? - Yeah? Roscoe dug this up in the backyard. There are bills blowing around everywhere. I'll rake it up in the morning. I found three more of 'em up in the fireplace. -ESCOBAR: Coronamos. -(Lehder whoops) -(excited chatter) -(Spanish music playing) BARRY: Coronamos. Coronamos. Coronamos. -Hey, huevon. -(laughter) OCHOA: Salud. (excited chatter continues) (sighs) (panting) Shit. (door creaks) (Barry sighs) We had cash flooding in from every direction. Who... who thought that was gonna be problem? I mean... (voice-over): We were running out of places to put it. (horse neighing) Easy. Whoa. Don't get behind 'em. These are dangerous animals. Come on. -No, maybe you should call the trainer. -No, honey. -I got this. Come on, now. -(neighing continues) Hang on. (rock music playing over car stereo) JB: Look at that. Huh? -(music stops) -JB got a new car. -JB: All right. -Did you give that boy a raise? JB: Hey, Barry, Luce. What in the holy fuck? That girl is 15. -It's huge. -I told you it was huge! -You actually live here? -Uh-huh. Hey! Can I talk to you for a second? Yeah. -What? -Huh? Come here. -What the hell, JB? What? -I haven't done nothing yet! -JB. -Hi, Miss Seal. Hi. -Come on. -Aren't you Mary Ann's daughter? -What? We... -We were just gonna go for a swim. -Yeah. -Come here. -Please don't tell my mama that I was here. Come on, honey. Let's go inside. Where'd you get the money for this car? I'm gonna be honest with you, Barry, 'cause I can't lie to you. I stole it from the hangar. All right. I opened up one of the Samsonites. -I found so much fucking money in that, man. -Uh, uh, uh, uh. -JB, JB, JB. -So much goddamn money, I figured... JB, you can't do that. You can't do that. PETE: 500 down, 300. Watch out for that tree at the end. BARRY: Yeah, I remember that. No, Pete, you got to turn that off. -I can't see nothing with it on. -Gotcha. PETE: 75... 50. -(landing gear rumbles) -(Pete sighs) Nicely done, boss. (man speaking Spanish) You boys see this? (jet engine roaring) Whoa! What the fuck?! AGENT (over radio): 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. All right, boys. Gonna be a long night. Go back out to sea, 105 knots. -Get them flaps down. -AGENT: I repeat, we are ordering you to land immediately. BARRY (voice-over): The DEA was using these fancy new jets that we couldn't outrun. AGENT: Follow us to New Orleans NAS. BARRY: But all that speed comes at a heavy price. -AGENT: I repeat... -BARRY: They could go fast... -...New Orleans NAS. -...but we could go slow. (engines slowing) For a long time. -(electronic chiming) -AUTOMATED VOICE: Low fuel. We got to turn around, guys. We're bingo. -Those pricks are right fucking there. -Low fuel. BARRY: All right, boys. DEA finally ran out of gas. Time to head home. Bill! The fuck, man? Where you headed, buddy? Come on. BARRY: All right, I'll get him. I'll get him. Bill? Come on, turn around. Come on, let's go. Bill? You hear me? Oh, son of a bitch. Bill's asleep. (laughs) Goddamn! BARRY (chuckles): Bill, wake... wake up, man. PETE: That motherfucker can sleep anywhere. Wake up, Bill. (laughter) BARRY: Bill! -(grunts, gasps) -(Pete whoops) BARRY: Morning, Bill. BILL: Okay. What, what? -(laughter) -Welcome back. Those bank financials that you asked for. McCALL: Yeah. There's a lot of money in Mena, Arkansas. Thanks. I think you're gonna appreciate what we've done here, Barry. (power tools buzzing in distance) - You're making me my own vault? - Oh, no, no. We're using this auxiliary for all our other customers. We gave you the main vault. How 'bout that? (rock music) AGENT (over radio): Aerostar two-one-niner-three-Golf, head for New Orleans Naval Air Station at once. Yeah, come on, come on, come on. You better run, you prick. (laughs) PILOT (over radio): This is the United States -Border Patrol. -BARRY: Shit. PILOT: We are ordering you to land. BARRY: Hey, boys. I see you finally got smart and got a slower plane. - Two of 'em. - PILOT 2: That's right, son. We up here as long as you want. PILOT: Aerostar, we are ordering you to land immediately. (chuckles) All right, motherfuckers, let's land. PILOT: I repeat, we are ordering you to land im... What the fuck? Stay on him. (engine roaring) (engine slows, stops) (inhales sharply) -Whoa! -(brakes squealing) -Oh, shit! -(car horn honks) (grunts) -(car alarm wailing) -(coughs) (dogs barking in distance) (coughs) (panting) This your yard? All right. Well, that's for the damage. And, uh, here's a little something extra for your sister-- Hey, little darlin'-- and your bike. (planes passing overhead) All right. You never saw me. (panting, grunting) (siren wailing in distance) MAN (voice over): "A plane crash in Louisiana with 200 kilos of Colombian powder." -200. -Right. Is that your boy? I'm sorry, are you working for the fucking DEA now? Interesting read. I got it. (phone rings) -OCHOA (over phone): Hello, amigo. -Si. We had to get out of Colombia in the middle of the night. BARRY (voice over): I wasn't the only one having trouble with the DEA. OCHOA: Escobar's gone crazy and declared war on the government. BARRY: Thanks to Pablo Escobar's unique management style, the cartel found themselves kicked out of Colombia. The only place the DEA couldn't touch him... that's right, Nicaragua. -(speaks Spanish) -(Lehder speaks Spanish) OCHOA: We're going to meet Senor Vaughan. He's the Minister of Interiors. He controls the airstrips. It's how we get you in. (shouting angrily in Spanish) (speaking Spanish) (rock music playing over car stereo) (country music playing quietly over speakers) (rock music stops) # Make me proud # # She never makes a scene # # By hanging all over me... # -Here's your butter, sir. -DOWNING: Thank you. # 'Cause people like to talk # # Lord, don't they love to talk # # But when they turn out the lights # # I know she'll be leaving with me # (bell jingles) # And when we get behind # # Closed doors # # Then she lets her hair... # What's up? How you doing? # And she makes me glad # # That I'm a man... # Stop running! -Fuck! -(tyres screech) -(horn honks) (speaking Spanish) (pager beeping) (beeping stops) (pager beeping) (beeping stops) Perdon, es mi esposa. -Hey, Luce, you hear me? -LUCY: Yes. -Honey? -Yeah, I can hear you. Y-You all right? Honey, I hate to tell you this right now, but JB has been arrested, -that little shit. -BARRY: What happened? LUCY: I don't know. Got caught -with a whole lot of money, that dumb fuck. -Honey... What do you want me to do here, babe? There ain't nothing to do, really. Uh, I'm just in a meeting. And we'll go over that when I get home. All right? I got... I'll take care of that. -All right. Hurry, Barry. -All right? You just sit tight. I love you. (speaking Spanish) - Uh, how much? Cuanto? - (speaks Spanish) Uh, mil quinientos kilos. Mil qui... That's 15, uh... OCHOA: 1,500 kilos, Barry. -1,500? -Si. In one go. -Mm. In one go? -Si. -Si. (scoffs) Well, we ain't never done that before. That's... LEHDER: Sanctuary isn't cheap. That's a lot. Can you do it? Yeah, I'm gonna... I'm gonna get home. Right now. I'm gonna leave, and then, uh, we'll figure it out. I'll figure it out. (speaking Spanish) -Oh, no, no, no, no, no. -No, si, si, si. (speaking Spanish) Get it fucking done. Fucking lawyer doesn't know shit. I got two fucking priors, man, and he doesn't understand. No, no, no. He does understand. And you got to do what he tells you to do. -JB: No, he doesn't, man. -(phone ringing) I got one more strike, man. One more strike, and I could go to prison -for-for life, man. -JB? JB, just hold on. (phone continues ringing) Barry? Barry, you there? -Daddy! -(phone continues ringing) -Hey, darlin'. -Daddy. What's that? Hold on. Yeah. OCHOA: Barry. We've been trying to get ahold of you, amigo. Yeah, I know that, amigo. Listen, could you hold on? I'll be right back. LUCY: ...out the window and yell at your dad. -Daddy! -JB? -(phone ringing) JB: Yeah. There's some people that want to talk to me. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no. You don't talk to anyone about anything. Now, you do what that lawyer tells you to, and you keep your fucking mouth shut. - I'm taking care of this. - Okay. Listen, Jorge, we got to put on the brakes for a bit. Brakes? No, no, no, no, no. No brakes. -We have product to move. -I understand, amigo. - But I-I got a family situation. - OCHOA: Uh, your brother-in-law? We know all about it. We'll handle it, amigo. Oh, no, no, no, no. I-I don't want you to handle it. -Barry, listen. -I-I got it. -I got this. -Barry. Listen to me. We'll handle it. Okay? -No, no. Jorge? -So don't worry. -Jorge. -We'll talk business later. -Jorge... -(dial tone humming) No, Daddy. Daddy. I don't want to see Daddy go. (calculating music) (door buzzes in distance) JB: Barry, they don't, they don't know about all them suitcases you got, or what you got in them planes-- the guns you got. They don't know anything about it. We're good, man. I can't fix this, you hear? They're gonna give you ten... ten years for not talking. That's ten years people got to worry you will. I didn't say anything, man. You can talk to the goddamn lawyer. Where we going, man? Oh, Jesus Christ. I'm fucking family. We're family! That's right. All right? We're family. -What's this? -Ins... Inside's a passport, a first-class ticket to Bora Bora, and enough cash... enough cash to make a damn good life for yourself. Now, you're gonna get in that car and you're gonna drive straight to Dallas/Fort Worth Airport, -and nowhere else. -(JB hitting bag) You don't even stop to take a piss. -You hear me? -Yeah, I hear you. Good luck, kid. (JB muttering) I'll tell you what, Barry! I'm gonna send you a goddamn address, okay, Barry? You're gonna start sending me cash on the fucking regular! You understand?! You hear me?! (muttering): Fucking, goddamn, fucking high and mighty piece of shit. (ignition sputters) (engine starts) Oh, and, Barry... fuck you, man! Fuck you and my cunt sister! Fuck did you say? Fuck did you... Hey! Hey! Money every week, asshole! Oh, what the fuck? What? Oh, shit. (panting) (panting, grunting) Hey. Hey. Barry. (lock clicks) -(knocking) -BILL: Hey, Barry? -Barry? -What do you need, Bill? What do you need? What do you need? Hey, man, man, I'm-I'm, like... freaking out, man. What is going on with JB? Huh? Don't worry about JB. - What if he talks, man? - He ain't gonna. Yeah, but what if he does?! He ain't gonna talk, Bill. How do you know?! I am fucking positive. Okay, man. Good. I'm gonna trust you on this one, man. Good. (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (PHONES AND CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE) (BIRDSONG) # Nobody makes soup in a cup # Like Continental Cup A Soup ! # WOMAN: Our head is so congested. We can't go to an interview. VOICEOVER: Try Sudafed. It unblocks your nose so you can think clearly. Sudafed Nasal Spray is fast acting and provides expert relief for up to 12 hours, relieving sinus congestion and freeing your head. 10,500 Russian AKs to the Contras. -Yeah. -5,000 of which -have found themselves in the hands of the Colombian cartel. -Right. But... -You... Yeah. -Out of the 916 Contras -brought into the United States to train, -(clears throat) only half made it back to Nicaragua. -Half is... -The other half are in the wild... (truck engines rumbling in distance) (truck engines rumbling) What's going on here? Oh, yeah. We had to send the Contras home. -BARRY: Home? -Yeah. They weren't fighting. That's the reality of that situation. You know, it didn't help that their guns were in Colombia. Did it, Barry? (pager beeping) So... ...what now? We'll call you. Call me? Schafer? Hey, Schafer. Who the fuck's Schafer? Okay, everybody, you know the drill! Everybody gets a burn bag. Into it, you put anything with Barry Seal's face or name on it. Come on, boys, we got to move. We got to get all this stuff out of here. -Pete. Pete. -What, everything? -Come on, boys, let's go. -Come on. We got to move this out. Let's go! Let's go! MONTY: Into the burn bag! Go! Purchase orders. Aircraft invoices. Be a team here. Let's move it out. Holy shit, man. Look at all these guns. We got to move all of it. Where 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 which can link us with him, you put it in the burn bag, and then what do you do with it? -Burn it. -You burn it. MAN: Bob, need a little help back here. MAN 2: In the back. -Give me a hand with this shit. -You got it. AGENT: Seal! DEA! Back away from the truck with your hands in the air. Drop the fucking box, shithead! -Drop that fucking box! -Show us your hands! Nice and high! -ATF! -What the fu... -Drop your weapons! -Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. DEA! -Lower your guns! -ATF! Put your guns down! -Stand down! -Okay, it's cool! It's cool! Everybody's friends here! DEA, all right?! -This is our collar. -Bullshit! -No, no, no, no, no. -(siren whoops) State Police! What the fuck are y'all doing in my county?! (helicopter blades whirring) -(door opens) -McCALL: Nobody move! FBI! (sighs) Well, hey, boys, how 'bout my phone call? (line ringing) -(musical tone plays) -AUTOMATED VOICE: We're sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected -or is no longer in service. -Oh, shit. If you feel you have reached this recording in error, -please check the number and try again. -Come on, Seal. (indistinct chatter) You know who I am, Mr. Seal? - No, ma'am. - I'm Dana Sibota. The state attorney general. You've got DEA, ATF, FBI, all wanting their pound of flesh. Yes, ma'am. It's... it's quite a room. Yeah. Well, you hit the trifecta, didn't you? I mean, guns, drugs, money laundering. And the state of Arkansas is gonna rip the bark right off of you, boy. We are gonna put you in a four-by-six cell for the rest of your life. - Ma'am, that's a long time. - Yeah. - (intercom beeps) WOMAN: Miss Sibota, I have Governor Clinton on the line. He says it's urgent. It's... the governor. - It's your governor. - (sniffs) Put him through. Clear the room. Take him with you. Yeah. What do you need, Bill? BARRY (voice over): Did y'all know that Caddies have more trunk space than any other car in the world? I'll give each and every one of you a Caddie. -(scoffs) -(quiet chuckling) -BARRY: Huh? -You'd do that for all of us? -Yes, sir, I would. I'd get all y'all Caddies. Have 'em here this afternoon. -What are you trying to do, Seal, add another 20 for bribery? -Oh, no, no, no, no. I'm just offering y'all Caddies for your troubles. What troubles, Seal? Hmm? Well, bringing me down here, for one. See... I'm gonna walk out of here. (laughter) I'm gonna walk out of here. And there ain't a damn thing any one of you can do about it. (laughter) (sniffs) Do it. Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute, huh? -No, no, no, he's free to go, boys. -What the fuck?! McCALL: What the hell do you mean, he's free to go? You want to explain what's going on here? -DANA: He's free to go. -Free to go? You boys should've taken the Caddies. I'll be seeing you, Seal. Ma'am. I tell ya, it is good to see you boys. I-I ain't gonna lie. But I figured you'd have to show up, see? 'Cause I just know too much. Schafer sent you, right? Who the fuck is Schafer? Wh... ("Slippery People" by Talking Heads playing) Uh, all right, all right, now. Seriously, fellas, who are you? # What about the time? # # You were rolling over # # Fall on your face # # You must be having fun... # Usually, I talk with you from my office in the West Wing of the White House, but tonight, there's something special to talk about. And I've asked someone very special to join me. # Backsliding # # How do you do... # Are we going...? # These slippery people # -# Gonna see you through... # -(indistinct radio chatter) REAGAN (voice-over): Nancy. NANCY (voice-over): Not long ago, I was asked by a group of children what to do if they were offered drugs. And I answered, "Just say no." (voice-over): Drug criminals are ingenious, so we must be smarter and stronger and tougher than they are. Say yes to your life. And when it comes to drugs and alcohol, just say no. You a pilot? I've been known to fly some. Me, too. -Air National Guard, '68, '69. -Oh. GEORGE H.W. BUSH: Junior? (clears throat) Well, I'll see you around, flyboy. BARRY: All right. # God help us, help us... # OLIVER NORTH (voice-over): The Sandinistas are burning the American flag in the streets. 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. BARRY (voice-over): Now, you may be wondering why my ass wasn't in jail at this point. This is disgusting. BARRY (voice-over): I got to be honest. Frankly, so was I. NORTH: Oh, please. BARRY (voice-over): This fella here is with the DEA. And this fella here is a colonel named Ollie North, Reagan's go-to guy. The DEA just wants to nail the Medellin Cartel once and for all. Now, at the same time, Colonel North wants to prove the commies in Central America are involved in the drug trade. Let me say that again. This is disgusting. BARRY: Colonel North wants to prove that commies are dealing drugs. And why am I in the room? 'Cause I'm the gringo who always delivers. So, you want me to keep going? For your country. We're gonna bring these guys down. And you're gonna be a hero. All right, then. BARRY (voice-over): They put me right back in business. Now I'm working for the White House. RANGEL: All right, you have three cameras. 50 picture loads each. You have one here in a bag. The sightline goes straight down the back to where those gentlemen are now. You have two more cameras above each door. Sightlines directly in front of the door. Each camera has a cord. You just press this button to take a picture. (camera clicking) That's it. Let's go. I can see the cords, Barry. Yeah. PETE: I can see this damn cord, which means they gonna be able to see it. -We'll hide it. -I'm not a photographer. -Your thumb work? -Yeah. Well, you just push the button. When am I supposed to push the button? When the guys are standing here holding the powder. You know what? Fuck it, Pete. I'll take the pictures. -PETE: Fuck. -Listen, what's gonna happen with these photos? Who exactly is gonna be looking at them? These photos are gonna be on a need-to-know basis. Need-to-know. They're gonna be classified at the highest levels, Barry. -BOY: Daddy! Daddy! -BARRY: Classified. Daddy! Daddy! We do recognize the dangers involved here. No, you don't. Well, you can always tell us to fuck off and spend the next 30 years in Leavenworth. PETE: Come on, boss! Let's get this over with! We'll see you, Rangel. LUCY: Smile, Barry. BOY: Bye, Daddy. Dada! -(Lucy laughs) -(kids chattering) (rock music) Shit. There's a fucking army out there. They're gonna torture us. Pull our tongues out through our necks. That ain't helping, Pete. They're gonna cut us up in little pieces. Feed us to the pigs. I don't want to be fed to no pigs, Barry. We got to keep our shit together. Hola! (mechanical whirring) We're gonna get the yayo. Take these damn pictures, then get the hell out of here. Let's keep our shit together. (men shouting in Spanish) Fuck. No, no, no, no. (shouting continues) BARRY: Amigos. They're gonna hear that goddamn camera, Barry. Amigos. (shouting continues) Escobar. Ochoa. (shouting continues) -BARRY: Hey. Hola. -(shouting stops) Amigo. Que paso? Que es esto? Regalos para Escobar y Ochoa. (car horn honking) Hey, Jorge. Jorge. Fuck. Come on, man. A little help. Shoot the gringos. -BARRY: What? -Shoot the gringos. What's that? Shoot the gringos! Shoot the gringos! (men shouting) Ah, no, no, no, no. No. (chuckles) (laughing) You fucker. (laughing) (speaks Spanish) Ochoa. Senor. (men speaking Spanish) Pete, stand the fuck up. OCHOA: They are shaking. You're shaking. Look at this. Hey. He pissed himself, man. (laughs) You got me. That was a good one. -That was a good one. -(men speaking Spanish) Senor Vaughan. (laughs) I saved your life, Barry. -I saved your life, eh? -Yes, you did. -Remember that. Remember. -Yeah. Crazy gringo. Come here, Barry. BARRY: Hey, Jorge. Now let's go say hi to Pablo. Pablo is here? Si, he's paranoid, amigo. (speaks Spanish) Thinks everyone is out to get him. Hola, Pablo. (speaks Spanish) (speaks Spanish) Si. Si. Okay. -BARRY: Okay? -(speaks Spanish) We're still friends? That was a good one that you pulled right there. -You really got me. -(speaks Spanish) Hey, you know I'm gonna have to get you back. (speaking Spanish) (laughter) (camera clicking) Jorge. Look at this, my friend. (under breath): Say cheese, motherfuckers. We're gonna make history. (camera clicking) (men laughing) RANGEL (voice-over): Barry Seal. -Yeah! -Barry Seal. He's a goddamn genius! (all cheering) There seems to be no crime to which the Sandinistas will not stoop. This is an outlaw regime. The Sandinistas have even involved themselves in the international drug trade. I know every American parent concerned about the drug problem will be outraged to learn that top Nicaraguan government officials are deeply involved in drug trafficking. This picture secretly taken at a military airfield outside Managua shows Federico Vaughan, a top aide to one of the nine commandantes who rule Nicaragua... Fuck! BOY: Whoa. Those motherfuckers! That's your fucking face, Barry! REAGAN: This is an outlaw regime. LUCY: Oh, my God. (speaks Spanish) RANGEL (voice-over): I am truly sorry, Barry. North jumped the gun. Yeah, well, you boys fucked me good. We all got fucked. Those photos weren't supposed to be released. And certainly not until we had the Colombians in custody. Yeah, well, they ain't gonna be coming for you. Barry, you knew the risks when you took those pictures. You knew what you were doing. Barry? Barry, you there? (guitar music) Let's go get some ice cream. BARRY (voice-over): The Feds, they're gonna try to take everything. When they come, you got to put on all your jewellery. All right? All your rings, you know, your bracelets... necklace. 'Cause if you're wearing it, they can't take it away from you. You understand? Now, that's insurance for you and the kids. All right? -I understand. -All right. And don't forget that it's gonna be all right. It's gonna be all right. I love you. I love you. BARRY (voice-over): Sure enough, they came. And they took it all. (loud clattering) Hey, you know, uh, Luce, honey. I was thinking that you might like to move back to Baton Rouge. LUCY: You ain't gonna find nothing in those drawers. Try the hatboxes. Third shelf up. I mean, you loved it there. What about you? I mean, I... Me, uh... Listen, see... Look, if I, if I run, they're, uh... they're gonna come for you and the kids. I mean... that's how a thing like this goes. But Baton Rouge, you're safe. No. No. I ain't going nowhere. We're a family, and we're staying together. -I know, but... -No, sir. -I ain't doing this. No. -Listen, Luce. Luce, no, no. Honey, now, honey, don't do this. -No, sir, sir, sir, I'm sorry. -You know what? No, no, no. Excuse me, sir. Come on, sir. She-- Excuse me. She's wearing this now. Luce, you got to stop. Hey, you know, fellas... Sorry, hey. Could I just have a moment? Can I just have a moment with my wife? It's-it's been a hell of a day. (laughs) -AGENT: Okay, Barry. -Yeah. You got one minute. All right. What? Luce. -Honey, honey. -Let's give him a minute. Now, listen to me. Baby, baby. Listen to me. Listen to me, now. (sighs) I'm gonna go to prison. I'm gonna do just-just a little time. And I'm gonna be fine there. And we're gonna work everything out. But I got to know you're gonna be safe. It's gonna be all right. (chuckles softly) You got to trust me. You trust me, right? Fuck no! All right. (country music) BARRY (voice-over): Luce and the kids finally did move to Baton Rouge. DANA: How can we have a war on drugs when the biggest enemy of the state is being protected by our side? BARRY (voice-over): And that lady prosecutor, she never ever did give up. - ...any such sting operation was underway. - JUDGE: Defendant will rise. -Barry Seal. -Your Honour. JUDGE: You are sentenced to 1,000 hours community service. -Dismissed. -(gavel knocks) -DANA: Oh, that is bullshit. -JUDGE: Watch yourself, Sibota. -I-I'm sorry. -We are talking about a drug smuggler here -of the highest order. -Uh, community service? -Exhibit "D"! -ATTORNEY: Mr. Seal's planes are classified. -DANA: I am sick to fuck of this Mickey Mouse tap-dancing bullshit! -Sibota! Sibota! -I will hold you in contempt. -DANA: Sorry. Fuck. So I'm walking out of here? Now? JUDGE: State of Arkansas has spoken, Mr. Seal. Do I have to go? JUDGE: Good-bye. (rock music) (speaks Spanish) All right, amigos. (woman speaking Spanish over P.A.) Hey, darlin'. I do tend to leap before I look. Maybe, uh... Maybe I should've asked a few more questions. (rock music continues) (music softens) (people laughing, talking quietly) Excuse me, uh, sir, ma'am. Hi. Would y'all mind moving out of the way? I'm just gonna start my car. -Yeah. -MAN: What? I-I really appreciate that now. WOMAN (quietly): Honey, just keep walking. Keep walking. (engine starts) # Ain't nothing wrong with this chemistry # # Ain't nothing wrong... # Thank you. Just starting my car. -MAN: Uh-huh. -Appreciate it. # The place of pedigree... # BARRY (voice-over): I spend every day in a different motel. Would y'all mind moving, moving out of the way there? Thank you. (engine starts) (voice-over): A different motel every day. # What makes a good man... # It's just for the safety of the children. Thank you. # Walk the line # # Hey, understand... # (voice-over): But I had to show up to this Salvation Army halfway house every evening at the same time. Judge's orders. MAN: You here for community service? BARRY (voice-over): Same time, same place. Uh, what's your name, sorry? -Louis. -Louis. Barry Seal. -Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you. Sign in for me. BARRY (voice-over): 120 days in a row. - There you go. - MAN: Thank you. Hey, you may want to move your truck, too. Now, them Contras were damn excited about being in the U.S. of A. # Ain't nothing wrong with this place for me # LOUIS (voice-over): Hey, Barry. # Tell me now... # When you gonna take me flying, man? # To understand... # Oh. Thanks, man. BARRY: Don't tell them I gave you that. Day 36. # Hey, walk the line... # (engine starts) # Hey, understand # # Understand # # What makes a good man? # # Yeah, yeah # # Yeah... # # Yeah. # (car turns off, music stops) BARRY (voice-over): You know, I guess you could say I helped build an army, defend a country, and create the biggest drug cartel this world's ever seen. DEA, CIA, White House. I mean, it's been a hell of an adventure. Yeah, sometimes a little more than I bargained for. But goddamn, now you try telling me that this ain't the greatest country in the... (gunshot) (indistinct police radio chatter) We'll handle it from here, Deputy. NEWSMAN (voice-over): Authorities believe last night's machine gun killing of Barry Seal was ordered by drug bosses in Medellin, Colombia, who sent five men to Baton Rouge to kill Seal. (rock music) Iran. We get the Iranians to arm the Contras. # Wah-wah # -# You've given me a wah-wah # -(police radio chatter) # And I'm thinking of you # # And all the things that we used to do... # BILL: Ah, shit! Come on, you big fat bitch, pull up! # Wah-wah... # (explosion) REPORTER: Mr. President, what do you know about money going to the Contras? All I know is this is just gonna taste wonderful and I'm looking forward to tomorrow. REPORTER: Vice President Bush, did you know about the Contra aid or not, sir? # At the right time # # Cheaper than a dime # # Wah-wah... # You want some sauce with that? # I don't need no wah-wah... # Okay. Thank you. (rock music continues) # Oh, you don't see me crying # # Hey, baby, you don't hear me sighing # # Oh, no, no-no, no # # Wah-wah. #