Transcript
Jonathan Walton (0:03)
Previously on Cocaine Air.
TJ Dominguez (0:06)
I'm in the cocaine business, man. Not marijuana anymore.
Jonathan Walton (0:11)
And TJ is now making a million dollars a week in the mid-1980s, flying a planeload of cocaine from Columbia to Luis's secret landing strip in the Bahamas.
TJ Dominguez (0:23)
Well, I started developing a pretty good reputation doing these. One a week trip, one a week trip, getting a million.
Jonathan Walton (0:30)
And eventually, cocaine kingpin Pablo Escobar gets wind of TJ's stellar reputation. Pablo, heard of you?
TJ Dominguez (0:40)
Heard of me Through a couple of people, because they were always looking for guys that are like stand up guys, guys that are not getting high without an airplane, guys that are pros.
Jonathan Walton (0:49)
So Pablo Escobar offers to pay TJ 5 million million a planeload to fly cocaine for him. That's at least $5 million a week in TJ's pocket. There's just one problem. Since TJ is flying for Pablo Escobar now, he can't land on that secret Runway in the Bahamas anymore, because that Runway is owned by Luis, the previous cocaine guy he was flying for. So TJ scrambles to find a new Runway he can land Pablo Escobar's planelo coke on. And in a bold and ballsy move, TJ ambushes the head of the Bahamian FAA at a local bar and offers to hire him to look the other way.
TJ Dominguez (1:40)
He says, how much is this paid?
Jonathan Walton (1:49)
I'm Jonathan Walton, and this is cocaine air. The T.J. dominguez Story Episode 5. I'm the guy signing the checks around here.
TJ Dominguez (2:13)
So if you remember, I was buying wheat from the government of the Bahamas, right? So I had some good contacts in the government.
Jonathan Walton (2:20)
And one of those contacts tells TJ where he can casually run into the head of the Bahamian version of the FAA, a bespectacled and lanky Caribbean man in his 50s, wearing a navy blue uniform with a government badge and numerous military patches. He kind of looks like a renegade Eagle Scout.
TJ Dominguez (2:44)
Well, he's always. Every Friday, he goes to this watering hall and after he gets out of work for drinks. So he says, we'll go over there and talk to him today. He'll be there. So I said, okay, fine. So we go over there, we go by the poolside. We're hanging around by the poolside the way we are now. And he says, there he is. He's walking up to a little tiki bar with nobody in the tiki bar. It was around 3 o' clock in the afternoon. The guy walks up, he comes up to stalls, sits down, orders a drink. So I tell my buddy Hunter okay, go over there and talk to him. Break the ice and then call me over, you know. He said, no, you could talk to him. I said, no, man. The guy's dressed in a God darn custom outfit, you know, with the bars and all that. I don't know this guy. You go talk to him. He goes, it's cool, man. You can go talk to him. We're arguing back and forth, you know, I'm having a couple of absolutes on the rocks. A couple of absolutes later, I said, okay, fine, I'll go talk to him. So I walk up to the bar with this guy sitting three stools away, and I clear my throat, thinking and hoping that he'd turn around and look at me. I never even looks at me, right? He ignores me, right? The bartender comes up. I said, give me an absolute on the rocks with a twist of lime, okay? So I get my absolute, I turn around looking at the guy. The guy won't even turn around and look at me, right? So I drink this drink, I order another one, all right? The guy still like I'm not even there. Finally, on the third episode, I walk up, I stand up and I push the chair over and I say to the guy, hey, listen, I have a mutual friend that said that I could talk to you about something sensitive. He said, what's your friend's name? I said, frankie. He said, frankie. Frankie what? I said, Frankie. Just Frankie. He said, I don't know no Frankie, man.
