Air America Page #5

I not going from being warlord

to liquor store owner!

Tell the Senator

what you really want, General.

Come on, don't be shy.

Holiday Inn. Southern California.

Owner and operator.

That could be difficult.

You find all this funny?

Very. But, hell, Senator

If you can't laugh at war

what's the use of fighting?

You've got a good point!

What's that tin horn general

doing in my camp?

Corinne, this is Senator Davenport.

Welcome, Senator.

Corinne Landreaux from US Aid.

May I show you around?

Your boss picked a hell of a place

in the heart of opium country.

My first choice was Kansas

but nothing was free.

There's only

mountains and poppies here.

You stay two, three weeks here?

At best, then we leave.

This is noble work you do.

Thank you, Senator.

I'll see you at the plane. Bye.

Look at him operate!

He's shanghaiing men and boys

for his private army.

That's an ugly word.

What would you call it?

I'd say he's showing charisma.

Charisma?

These people have

different values than we do.

But the nice part is we're all

pulling together for the same cause.

The same cause?

Soong's only cause is General Soong.

Don't you get it?

The CIA flies drugs for him

so he loans us his troops.

You know what?

You've been working your butt off

under the hot sun

and God bless you for it.

But you're starting to rave.

I think you need a vacation.

Have a nice day.

Thanks for coming.

You do me great honor

for come to Nino's, Excellency.

Thank you, Nino.

I'm concerned, gentlemen.

We're not children in Congress.

General Song...

Soong.

Is up to something with opium.

Now, nobody's perfect

not even our allies.

But seriously, when we hear rumors

of Americans taking drug money

it endangers the entire war.

Now I want to know the truth.

I'm afraid

we've been keeping the truth from you.

We suspect that our planes

are being used to fly Opium

from the highlands

to Vientiane

where it is processed into heroin.

Dear God.

Why wasn't I told before?

We've made a grave mistake.

We were trying to protect

the good name of our pilots, sir.

You mean our pilots...

...are smuggling narcotics?

Not all of 'em, sir.

Just a few bad apples.

They know we can't

inspect every piece of cargo.

So they take advantage of our trust.

Do you know who they are?

We'll find out.

I pledge to you

we'll find those rotten apples.

Hey, General.

What's the cargo?

None of your business.

Your cargo's loaded.

Here's your co pilot.

Enjoy the animals, fellas.

What?

I got a bad feeling this morning.

Don't worry, we won't run into

any golden BB'S, OK?

I'll be your good luck charm.

No bullets.

Rice drop's first

then the 3 little pigs.

There's no sign on the last one.

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