For security, all our calls had to be coded, then relayed through our base in Texas.
It's taking more time than I figured.
Time is the one thing we haven't got.
We decoded the relay from Washington.
The San Carlos army raids were a hoax. They burned the farmers' huts and fields.
- Believe me, the President is pissed. - Do we have a go?
We have a go. An aircraft carrier will pick us up ten miles off the coast.
Send the transport home, and get my men on my gunship.
Wait a minute. You don't have permission from me.
- I must check with President Alcazar. - Check with anybody you want.
All I know is, I'm gonna be in the air whether you're on board or not.
General Taylor, you can't leave yet. I haven't been able to contact anybody.
Why don't you come along for the ride, Ernesto? They're not armed.
- Got it, sir? - Let's go.
This is Wild Card.
Go ahead, Wild Card.
Stranglehold is a go.
- I'm in. - Affirmative, Wild Card.
Stranglehold is a go, boys.
So let's lock and load.
It's time to observe.
What? What is this "Stranglehold"?
My God.
What are those weapons?
You lied to me, dammit.
This gunship is armed.
- General Taylor, what are you doing? - Taking a detour.
- You can't do this. - Yeah, yeah, I know.
Goddammit.
What's going on?
Go!
Hey, what the hell are those guys doing?
They're just stretching their legs.
Take her up.
Jesus Christ.
All right.
Red target one.
- Two o'clock. - What?
No, no. This is not red target one.
You are too far south.
You are outside the corridor.
Stop this now. You are not allowed to destroy property in the green sector.
Only in the red sector.
I prefer the drug labs in the green sector better.
Son of a bitch.
General Olmedo's residence.
The workmen will see you.
Well, let them see me. Maybe they would appreciate me more than you do.
General, it is the foreman at Field Seven. He says it's an emergency.
What? Shit.
Red alert.
Sir, General Olmedo's gunships have left San Carlos air-force base.
Estimated time of arrival: 26 minutes.
I'm warning you, General Taylor.
I stand warned.
Targets seven and eight. Vector 1-8-6.
- Turn it south. - OK, sir.
Hi, guys.
Colonel McCoy.
I was just in the neighborhood.
All clear. Make your way down the slope. Our guys are waiting there. And hurry.
What are you gonna do?
I thought I'd pay respects to our host.
How did you like the lesson?
You're not so tough.
My turn... to teach.
Lesson number one.
Guards. Guards.
You son of a bitch.
Lesson number two.
School's out.
Oh, very, very nice.
Glad you liked it.
Oh, yes.
I loved it.
Poor Carlos.
I thought that he was the best, but obviously, well,
I was wrong.
Oh, the eyes, truly, are windows into the soul.
Yours reveal so much.
They tell me that you do not fear death,
as I do not.
So sad that we are on opposite sides.
We would have been such a beautiful team.
Not on your best day, pal.
You're nothing but a chickenshit weasel
who thrives on the misery of others.
And when death calls,
you'll be screaming like a baby.
Oh, we're going to discover who is going to scream.
Take him to the chamber.
The rest of you, find those other men.
Oh, my friend,
now that you are awake,
I will talk to you about what I have learned on my journey.
The arrival of death can be so comforting.
It is like the return of a very beautiful companion.
Its fire is soft and white
and gentle.
And when it leaves,
it frees the soul.
I see something I recognize.
Oh, my God. You are insane.
Ramon Cota is the most powerful man in this country.
Do you want to commit suicide?
Fire.
Colonel McCoy.
I'll have you outta here real quick.
- What are you doing here? - I told you you'd need help.
- You weren't wrong. - All right, what do we do now?
Those stairs
should lead down to the garage. Start a car. I'll be right there.
- We have the DEA agents. - We're comin' in.
Go!
Look out.
I'll be damned. This sucker's bulletproof.
I guess Ramon did something right.
Eagle One to Nighthawk. Get ready to come aboard.
Come on.
Come on. Let's go. Move it.
Sir, Page and Colonel McCoy aren't here.
We can't wait. Let's go. Come on, let's go.
This is General Olmedo. Where is Ramon?
He's in the limo. We can't stop it because it's bulletproof.
You're never gonna get out of this alive.
Jesus.
I wonder what you're gonna do now.
My friend Olmedo is here.
Do you see him?
There he is, Colonel.
I want you to destroy the limousine.
Don't stare at me, you fool. Just do it.
Shit. Olmedo means business.
That's one hell of a friend, Cota.
Hang on. Hang on.
OK, now. Let's hit him again.
Keep after him.
You two, come with me. Hurry.
I don't see him anywhere.
Look out, Colonel.
Son of a bitch. Now I'm gonna kill him.
Fire again.
Get out. Come on.
To the village. Let's go.
I am going to enjoy this.
- Oh, no. Don't do it. - Bye-bye, asshole.
Don't let them get away.
Move out, Page.
Watch it.
Pull her up.
- I thought I'd never see you again. - Clear the village.
There's no escape. They'll all have to die.
Page, put him in that hut.
Look out.
Eagle One, this is Wild Card.
Eagle One, Eagle One, this is Wild Card. Come in.
Go ahead, Wild Card. Where the hell are you?
In the village. We're in a bad way. I could sure use your help.
Wild Card?
My men are professionals.
Now... even the children will die.
Yeah? You better keep your mouth shut.
I'll blow your head off right here.
Wild Card, your coordinates.
- Wild Card. - Get in the hut.
Wild Card.
- Goddammit. - Hey, General.
I order you to leave San Carlos airspace at once.
Why don't you shut the fuck up?
Oh, boy.
Come on.
All right. Don't hit McCoy.
Yeah.
Ramon.
Page. You OK?
Never mind me. Cota got away. The girl went after him that way.
- Help's here. - All right.
Eagle One, Page is trapped in the hut at one o'clock. The rest is yours.
All right.
Let's get 'em.
Let's go.
Go!
Hold it.
You were so good in bed.
It was worth it,
to kill your husband... and your baby for you.
Don't... let... him... live.
Please...
You son of a bitch.
Kill me,
if you have the courage.
Hurry it up. Let's move out. Page, where's Colonel McCoy?
He went in the jungle after Cota.
Eagle's Nest to Eagle One. Enemy aircraft are 30 miles out. Return to sanctuary.
Understood.
Sir, Olmedo's gunships, 30 miles out.
All right. Let's move outta here.
Major Anderson, let's go.
Wild Card,
where the hell are you now?
About a mile north of the village.
You're coming toward me now.
Looks like a green carpet down there.
I can't see a damn thing.
You're near me.
You're above me now.
Drop two harnesses. I've got Cota.
Drop 'em.
Sir, radar reports gunships 20 miles out and closing.
Always the hard way, huh?
- Stop. You might hit Ramon. - Wild Card.
What's going on?
Pull us up. Pull us up.
Oh, shit. We're hit. We're hit.
Climb. Climb. Get us outta here.
There they are. Quick.
Kill him. Cut the rope.
Cut the rope. Cut the rope.
Stabilize this goddamn thing.
Sergeant, cut the rope. Cut the rope.
Over here. Hurry up. Cut the rope.
Pull 'em up. Pull 'em up.
Shit.
Eagle's Nest to Eagle One. We're now in position 12 miles off the coast.
The gunships are three miles from your position. We're ready and waiting.
Gunships three miles out, sir.
All right. Head out to sea.
You son of a bitch.
You're dead.
You remember your friend and his beautiful wife?
I think I'll kill you personally, like I did them.
Because you know I'm gonna walk out of that court, just like I did before.
And I think I'll double the shipments of cocaine to America next year.
And then again a year after that, until the cocaine flows like a river
in your pathetic country.
And your government can't stop it.
You see, cocaine can buy anything and anybody
at any time that I want.
You think so? Guess what.
Not today, asshole.
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