[last lines]
Ramon Cota:
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 the 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 anytime that I want.
Col. Scott McCoy:
You think so? Guess what?
[Cota's rope suddenly snaps, sending Cota plummeting to his death]
Col. Scott McCoy:
Not today, asshole.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:01