Delta Force 2 - The Colombian Connection (Operation Stranglehold) (Delta Force 2: The Colombian Connection)

Let me see what's on cameras one and four.

Come on. I know you're here somewhere.

Three years I've been waiting to nail your sorry ass.

I think we might have something here.

Punch me up, please.

That's his bodyguard who's always with him.

And there's Cota.

Welcome to our little party. Page, Cota has arrived.

He's coming in now.

He's wearing a cape and a silver mask. Tell your men to keep their eyes open.

This is Page to all operatives. Cota is on his way in.

Keep him under strict surveillance.

Holy shit!

Get a load of the melons on the belly dancer.

Okay, now just keep your eyes on Cota.

Finally you get Cota outside San Carlos.

This is gonna be the biggest bust of the decade.

All right.

All agents are in position.

Page,

tell your agents to move in. Now!

Move in. Repeat, move in.

Ramon Cota, you're under arrest for drug...

What the...

Who the hell is this?

Oh, shit.

We've been set up.

Where's Cota? Where's Ramon Cota, damn you?

I don't recognize you. If you can't show me an invitation, I order you to leave.

Agent Page,

don't you know by now that it's not possible to arrest me

or even disrupt my business activities?

But it is possible to annoy me

and 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.

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 offense, 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.

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.

Okay, put her to work.

- Give me the baby. - No.

No.

- José. - No, please don't.

Quiquina!

No! My baby!

No! Stop!

José... José...

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 a half-hour. How cautious does he have to be?

If your butt was on the line, you'd be a little bit cautious too.

Listen carefully. In four days, Ramon will fly to Switzerland on a commercial flight

to deposit his money.

Here's the details. Look, tell Fogerty this may be our last chance.

Since Rio, Ramon has stayed closer to home.

Fogerty wants you to come in. He says it's too dangerous.

Ramon trusts me like a brother. He'll never suspect me.

Hey, man, we're just telling you what Fogerty told us.

Hey, man, thanks. And I appreciate it.

Hey, by the way... Does this airliner fly over American airspace?

Oh, yeah. Just south of the Florida Keys, but only for a few minutes.

Ramon always buys out the first-class section,

and he'll have two bodyguards with him.

I see that look in your eye.

Bobby, have you ever flown first class?

Oh, man.

I'm sorry, sir. This is first class only.

- Can't I go to the bathroom? - You'll have to use the one back there.

You're in the wrong section.

Tell them they'll see their boss in about 50 years.

What do we have here?

You don't wanna do this.

I'm Ramon Cota.

You're dead.

Okay, now what?

I've found 'em. Here they are.

I got contact on radar, General.

One minute to jump time.

- Put this on. - I'm not gonna do it.

It's a hijacking.

Skyjacking's the proper word. Now, put the goddamn thing on.

No.

You can go with the parachute or without it.

You're bluffing.

Look, don't be a fool. I'll make you rich. Come on.

Millions. Come on, let me go.

Come on, let me go.

- Let me go. - Okay.

Oh, shit.

Come on, grab the son of a bitch. I know you can do it.

Running out of time.

Come on. You can make it.

Shit. Always the hard way.

I need a drink.

Your Honor, there have been so many violations

of my client's rights, I hardly know where to begin.

Drug enforcement agents of the US are prohibited by federal law

from participating in arrests overseas.

The bottom line here is that my client has been kidnapped.

Skynapped.

I too am hampered, Mr. Ericson, by the top-secret background of this case.

But I am assured by George Fogerty

that whomever delivered Mr. Cota to the United States was not a DEA agent.

Legal tradition denies American judges the power to question the arrest

or treatment of a suspect before he enters our country.

Mr. Cota's rights have been perfectly respected by us.

Motion for release is denied.

Bail is set at ten million dollars.

That's pocket change to that scumbag.

Isn't democracy great?

Marshals.

We risked our lives for nothing.

Order. Order in court.

I said order. Order in the court.

Mr. Cota...

Mr. Cota, do you wish to press charges against this man?

No, Your Honor. I'm not one to hold a grudge.

Very well.

Court's dismissed.