The Infiltrator Page #3

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So, you invest with me

and a portion of your money stays put

while the majority of your cash

gets filtered through my businesses

so that you are able to do with it

what you please.

We don't park cash.

That isn't the way we do business.

Mr. Mora, with all due respect,

it's the way I do business.

Now, I've checked your transactions.

Large sums to companies like

Southern Air Transport,

that raises the Feds' antennae. You know...

Exactly. It looks like

one big money laundering machine.

And that's not what you want.

That's not bueno.

However, smaller sums with more

frequent deposits through my companies

fly right under the radar of the Feds.

You know why?

Because all of my companies are legitimate.

Capisce?

I cannot allow my businesses

and your money to be compromised.

What you say is reasonable.

- We have to speak to our bosses.

- Of course.

Yeah, nothing more can happen

without their okay.

- I will set it up.

- Thank you. Thank you. That's all I ask.

Okay, I promise. No more business.

Okay. Here we go.

Here we go. Just fun from now on.

And this is on me

because I'm ashamed I was late.

And you know,

I got a surprise for you tonight.

She's my present for you tonight, Mr. Bob.

Your friend paid me for

anything you desire.

You're beautiful.

But I'm good. Okay?

Mr. Bob?

- Hey.

- Everything okay?

Yeah, yeah.

No, no, no. Stay, stay, stay.

Yeah, well...

You don't know me very well, my friend,

but I'm engaged

to be married. You know, so...

So?

You know, I...

I sh*t the bed on the first marriage.

Does that... Comprende?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

And I don't wanna f*** this one up.

You know what I mean? So, I...

- Oh, yeah, go ahead, laugh. Go ahead.

- Okay.

All right, all right.

A fiance, Bob?

Huh?

Are you kidding me? A f***ing fi-an-ce.

I'm a married man.

Bob, you're undercover.

You gotta do

whatever the f*** you gotta do, man.

You should have f***ed that stripper,

f***ing do a line of coke,

anything to stay alive, man.

You got the best f***ing job in the world.

I can't believe

I have to talk you into this sh*t.

Bob, I know these people, man.

You gotta play with them, you gotta

drink with them, you gotta f*** with them.

That's the way you get their trust.

Hey, I'm alive, aren't I?

Oh, my God, you're a piece of work, Bob.

You're a f***ing piece of work.

I mean, why are you even doing this, Bob?

Why do you even bother?

I mean, I heard about

the retirement they offered you.

You, the wife, and kids, you guys could be

playing cricket on a yacht, eating early...

Whatever it is that f***ing white people do

when you retire.

Why are you doing this?

Man, because I love this sh*t.

That's why, baby.

It's my f***ing drug of choice.

Let me tell you something, nobody,

nobody does it better than me.

So, listen to me sometimes, will you?

My friends, welcome to the United States.

- Mr. Bob.

- Gonzalo. Pleasure.

This man here is Javier Ospina.

He does laundry for Escobar.

Robert Musella. Pleasure to meet you, sir.

The pleasure's mine.

And you are?

She's with me.

- She's with him? She's with him.

- She's with him, yeah.

How about that, huh?

Hey, I don't know if you know this,

- but Bob owns all of Oceanbird Airlines.

- Boss. You need to sign these.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm sorry. This is Dominic.

He's my cousin and also an

executive with Oceanbird.

No, tell them the truth. I'm your a**hole.

Any time Bob's ass is in a hole,

mine better hop straight to it.

I'd do anything for my cousin. All right?

All right, who's ready to go to Jersey,

right?

Let's go to Bob's mansion.

It's a nice little place, but, please...

- Well, welcome to my home.

- Thank you.

Because of the family's business,

I have access to foreign banks,

including Panama,

which has strict secrecy laws

that protects us all.

Your business will boom

if you work with me.

I'm sorry, Mr. Bob. But what is "boom"?

Boom... Uh...

Grow.

You gotta understand that Bob's a gardener,

and he sprinkles a little water on the

money, and all of a sudden it blooms.

What is "bloom"?

Bloom, it's...

It's rooms and rooms full of cash, chacho.

Rooms filled with cash.

- Si, something like that. Yeah. Yeah.

- Sounds good, man.

- May God bless you with that problem.

- Yeah, amen to that.

Well, my people in Colombia

have always been

very, very comfortable

with the Panamanian banks.

Noriega has handled

some of our most sensitive business.

I promise you that I will make it

my business to enhance yours.

And when I do, I need a promise from you

that you will make it your business

to let the right people know my name.

Money makes money.

Here's to that.

Now, no one can put me in jail

because I make a bad loan.

However, if I'm dishing out cash

to a client like Southern Air Transport,

which has no cover,

and one of their planes goes down

with a load of powder,

I am f***ed.

And so are you. And you, and you.

So, I need a face-to-face with the man

who runs Southern Air Transport

so I can clean up this mess.

Mr. Bob,

I think we should walk before we run.

Everything will happen in the right time.

Mr. Mora, are you okay?

Dom, can you help us out here?

- Are you okay?

- Are you all right.

Help him out here a little bit.

I told him not to drink.

He has sugar in his blood.

- Get him a nice cold washcloth.

- Right. Right.

- Help him out.

- Are you all right?

- Oh, Mora Sr. all right?

- Yeah, he's gonna be fine.

He'll be down in a minute.

Get your hands off me!

Gonzalo, I cannot live

with Ospina touching me.

- Touching you?

- Yeah. He grabbed me.

- You find that funny?

- He likes you.

- That's...

- Wow. No, listen,

actually Ospina's nickname

is La Mina, you know.

It means two things in Spanish.

Gold mine or land mine.

With him you never know.

But, my friend, a condition of

doing business with us is doing Ospina.

Are you saying that

you want me to f*** Ospina?

- Or have Ospina f*** me?

- Yeah.

- To make a deal? Are you serious?

- Yeah.

- He's our family, you know...

- F*** that! There's no deal.

- Okay, no deal. Okay, okay. Let's go.

- I'm out. No deal. Sorry.

- He'll take you anywhere you wanna go.

- Okay.

Oh, sh*t.

Got you, man.

You son of a b*tch.

- You son of a b*tch.

- He's f***ing with you.

- He came on to me...

- Did you know about this?

He came on to me, too. F***ing Maricon.

But the cartel loves him.

He is the favorite son, Mr. Bob.

So, even if you see him f***ing a goat,

which you might,

you must say,

"That's a f***ing nice-looking goat, man."

I will keep my hands off you,

if you keep your eyes on my bosses' money.

The Moras have staked

more than their reputation,

they have staked their lives.

And yours, I'm afraid.

Let me remind you of something, Bobby,

all right.

You're a f***ing poser, and so are you.

And that f*ggot out there...

You f*** this up, he'll kill you,

he'll kill your f***ing wife,

and your two kids.

And do the same to this a**hole here,

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