Panicked and lacking other options, the duo dropped altitude and started dumping the contraband over the city of Homestead, which is exactly what you want to do to get a customs jet to stop following you. At the same time, the city's chief of police Curt Ivy was meeting with a group of concerned Floridians with the department's crime prevention officer to discuss what actions should be taken in order to keep their already fairly quiet neighborhood crime-free. That's when 75 pounds of cocaine hurtled into the ground next to them, as if a Santa Claus with a major gambling debt to a Colombian cartel had just thoroughly fucked up his first mule run.
The customs jet, not fooled by the two outlaws' daring gambit of "obviously throwing huge bundles of drugs out of their airplane," continued to follow the plane until it landed at a nearby airfield, at which point the two men were promptly arrested. It's difficult to avoid suspicion when the chief of police himself witnesses you frantically tossing bales of cocaine out over the South Florida landscape.
"So then I secured the sevent-- sixty pounds of cocaine and..."
Oh, and one of the other bales of severely illegal drugs came rocketing down out of the sky and careened through the parking lot of a church before crushing a Cadillac, which probably confused the parishioners unless one of them had just completed a very specific prayer.