A brush with the law
“ACTION stations,” Scarface shouted. “Get out of bed now! We’re getting a tug off the Americans!”
Thinking on his feet as he watched the US agents’ cutters approach his hired yacht swiftly through the Caribbean waters, he ordered his two Dutch companions to change into the tight-fitting, brightly coloured trunks.
“When they get alongside, act gay. Camp it up. I want the soldiers to think we’re homosexuals. I don’t want them hanging around.”
Once they were aboard, Scarface began to flirt with the armed US Drug Enforcement Agency officers, and invited them to check down below in the cabin, where the 1,000 kilos of cocaine were hidden by a few millimetres of varnished marine plywood.
The DEA officers declined, making just a few cursory checks of the wheelhouse. They glanced at the paperwork and declined the offer of a more intimate search. A friend said: “Scarface was a clever bastard. He knew that the searches and inspections often took more than an hour.
“But he knew they wouldn’t want to spend an hour with three seminaked gay men in a confined space.
“The DEA gave them a walkover. After that, it was plain sailing all the way back to Europe.”
Scarface steered the vast drugs haul back to Amsterdam.
The Cartel was now officially in the big time.