You can have all the intelligence in the world, but if nobody’s there to act on it, what’s it worth? Nothing.
When the time comes, it will just be you and me. And I will be a part of this, Pablo.
To kill a monster, sometimes you have to get in bed with other monsters.
I would like to die on my own two feet. In the year 3047.
Drug dealers, I mean, bad as they are, they want your money. Communists want everything.
Cocaine was no longer hidden alongside products. It was the product.
When you’ve run out of ways to hide your money, that’s when you give it to the poor.
We have to create a presence so disruptive they’ll want nothing but peace.
We can either play politics or we can do the job.
We all need a method. Something to cling to when the s*** around us gets so deep, we might go under. Something to guide us home when we feel we’ve lost our way. If we’re lucky, someone gives us a method and we follow it. If not, we find our own.
War makes for strange alliances, putting you into business with people that, under other circumstances, you wouldn’t even shake hands with.
This cat is DEA. Mark my words, it will get justice.
