(Men shouting in Spanish)
(Steve) 'Pablo Escobar said, "sometimes I'm god.
'"If I say a man dies, he dies the same day."
(Screaming sobs)
'In his career, this asshole killed thousands of police officers
'at a rate of over 400 a year.
'With numbers like that staring you in the face, you have to ask...
'What possesses a man to put on a uniform
'that all but guarantees his days are numbered?
(Shouting in Spanish)
'Most of them were just kids,
'raised to reach a fork in the road and choose the right path.
'Fight for the good guys.
'They were young, they were full of hope...
'And they thought they were invincible.
We love you!
'And those that were left behind would feel their loss the most.
'Everybody's got a breaking point,
'when shit sickens them so much that they just have to act.
'For pinzon, that breaking point meant resignation.'
(in Spanish) Present arms!
(Steve) 'But there were those who couldn't resign, walk away.
'Presidents have breaking points, too.
'And gaviria had finally found his.'
(in Spanish) I'm responsible for the death of those men, Eduardo.
And if Escobar is using their deaths to send me a message,
then I will respond.
I agree completely.
We have to go in full force.
Keep in mind... bringing him back won't be a popular decision.
But since when do we care about being popular, huh?
(Phone ringing)
Colonel carrillo.
Yes, mr president.
(J' Latin guitar theme song)
(J' slow Latin song plays)
(In Spanish) Boss, they're all saying they don't know anything.
There seems to be a misunderstanding.
You are under the impression that you work for the moncadas.
Allow me to clarify. You've never worked for the moncadas.
You work for me, and you have always worked for me.
- Blackie. - Yes, boss.
Who gave Judy moncada the cash to buy this house?
You, Don Pablo.
- Jano. - Yes, Don Pablo.
The money that puts food on their table, where does it come from?
- From your pocket. - Everything you see here is mine.
Everything you have is because I allow you to have it.
Everything you think you are protecting, you are protecting for me.
Are we clear on this?
You're going to tell me the location of every safe house, every lab,
every office, every account of the moncadas.
And look...
That doesn't make you gentlemen traitors.
Certainly not.
You simply didn't know who you were really working for.
So let's begin...
With what's most important.
You're... going to tell me right now...
Where that bitch Judy moncada is hiding.
(Horse whinnies nearby)
- (In Spanish) Ms Judy, welcome. - Thank you.
Pardon me.
- Hey! - Navegante!
- Watch yourself. - Mrs moncada is our guest.
We treat our guests with respect.
Even the ones who invite themselves.
Listen, pacho, are you sure you have enough men?
One might get the impression you're scared of someone.
Perhaps if you took security more seriously...
Just maybe your husband would still be alive...
And you wouldn't be coming to us for help.
Listen to this guy. Who told you I'm here for help?
Where's your boss?
You mean my partner.
- Handling the business. - Is that right?
Oh, so he's still trying to pretend he isn't a drug trafficker?
Mrs moncada, why don't you go and look around?
I don't know, pet the horses.
Or rehearse whatever it is you came to say.
Gilberto will be here shortly.
Thank you, pacho.
- (Juan Pablo) We're safe! - (Man) Pass the ball.
- (Juan Pablo) Here you go. - Here it is.
Ma'am? Here's what you asked for.
(Chatter continues outside)
Who's that?
(Gato) He's one of the new guys.
(Children laughing)
Excuse me.
Police station attacked in medellin: 11 officers dead
What a hideous painting.
(Helicopter approaching)
(Indistinct)
What a lovely surprise.
- To what do we owe the pleasure? - Business.
"And one by one, the nights between our separated cities,
"they are added to the night that unites us."
It's the middle of the fucking day, Gilberto.
Not a fan of neruda?
The only thing that unites us in this life is a desire to see Pablo dead.
(Steve) 'This is Gilberto Rodriguez orejuela.
'If you've never heard of him,
'it's because that's the way he wants it.
'Ask him what he does for a living and he'll tell you that he's a banker,
'and that would be true.
'In fact, he and his brother Miguel controlled their own bank.
'Or he might tell you he and his brother owned and operated
'one of Colombia's largest chains of drug stores.
'The brothers could also tell you they ran their own soccer team. They did.
'América de Cali, one of the best teams on the continent
'and a fierce rival of Pablo's atlético nacional.
'But what they'd never tell you is that these businesses were a front
'and that the Rodriguez brothers
'were the second biggest cocaine traffickers in the world:
'The leaders of the Cali cartel.
'Like Pablo and the medellin cartel,
'they started out as run-of-the-mill criminals: Bank robbers.
'And with all that money they scored from their heists,
'they quickly graduated to smuggling weed.
'And when they realised that ten pounds of blow
'was worth as much as a ton of marijuana,
'theyjumped headfirst into the cocaine business.
'These guys were no piece of shit street dealers.
'They planned meticulously, maximising profit, minimising risk.
'And as the business grew, a young ambitious Colombian kid,
'a guy you might know named pacho herrera,
'was such a good earner,
'that the brothers eventually promoted him to partner.
'But they had a competitor, and not just any competitor.
'One that wasn't interested in abdicating the throne as the king of coke.'
Don Pablo.
'But Gilberto was smart.
'He didn't care Escobar wore the crown.'
(in Spanish) Gentlemen.
'They went to him with a proposal:
'Miami, the cocaine capital of the world, would remain Pablo's territory,
'and in return, the Rodriguez brothers would make do
'with a little territory in the northeast called New York City.
'The extra 1,089 miles may have made it a little harder to get to,
'but it turns out the folks in New York
'were just as head over heels for cocaine as the folks down south.
'And while there were 1.8 million people in Miami,
'there were seven million in New York City.
'As much as the Cali guys loved money and the finer things in life,
'they hated the wrong kind of attention.
'For the "gentlemen of Cali"
'it was about appearing like legitimate businessmen.
'And business was good.
'But that didn't mean that it couldn't get better.'
(in Spanish) So tell me, mrs moncada, why did you come all this way?
To help you kill the man who murdered my husband and brother
by offering very important information that only I possess.
- And what is this information? - Targets.
The location of every one of his labs.
Going after Pablo's infrastructure will cripple him, force him to surface.
We put a bullet in his head and we take turns shitting on him.
What's valuable isn't knowing what Pablo has,
but what he wants to acquire.
Because that's where he'll be next.
Pablo is picking apart your operation piece by piece.
Knowing what remains tells us where he's going.
You want me to tell you where my labs are?
Well... let's say...
That I share that information. Hmm? What happens to my labs?
Oh, Judy.
Your sense of vengeance is heart-warming.
Kiko would be so proud of your priorities.
Mmh. You're right.
He would be very proud of me.
I built the business by his side, pacho.
I'm from the medellin cartel. I know what I am.
I don't need bullshit art on my wall to prove any different.
Wait, wait, wait.
Hold on.
Confronting Pablo directly won't help us maintain a low profile.
But...
What if the search bloc were to learn the location of your labs?
What good is it if he's arrested?
He's already shown he can fuck us from prison.
This won't end with Pablo in a cell.
You think the police will kill him?
There is one officer that seems particularly determined.
And president gaviria has arranged for his return.
(Steve) 'This was one thing that the Cali guys and the DEA could agree on.
'As controversial as colonel carrillo's methods were,
'he was the only guy that Escobar was afraid of.
'And returning command of search bloc to him
'was exactly what we needed.'
the president has offered us every available resource to defeat Escobar.
All we have to do now is manage it properly.
So I'm still gonna rely on intelligence from you.
But we're gonna do things a little bit differently.
No more large-scale operations. Search bloc goes back to small-scale tactics.
Amen.
Stealth operations, surprise raids, that sort of thing.
We change the game.
But there's one thing that we need to do first. Trujillo.
(In Spanish) Assemble the search bloc outside. I want 100 men and six trucks.
- Tell them we're moving out. Got it? - On it, colonel.
(In English) A hundred men? That's not exactly small-scale tactics.
First thing is, we let Pablo know that we're back.
(Sirens chirping)
(Steve) 'Now you can bet that the second a convoy of a hundred men
'and six marked police trucks leave that base,
'that Escobar's army of spotters would be burning up the phone lines
- 'just to tell Escobar all about it.' - (Phone rings)
- (In Spanish) What's up? - They just left. Four motorcycles,
'five pickups, and a truck. It's a large convoy.'
(Steve) 'And you'd be right. But that was the point.
'You see, these spotters made it impossible for us to operate
'in the secrecy we required.
'So we needed to blind them.
'And the first step to blinding someone is getting them to open their eyes.'
(in Spanish) They're heading to barrio Escobar. It's going to get crowded.
(In English) It's probably this rooftop here.
(Steve) 'Once those signals went up, we could pick them up,
'get a fix and get a location of each one.'
(in Spanish) The convoy has arrived.
(Men chattering in Spanish)
(Man) We're in position.
A man, a neighbourhood, a country!
(Steve) 'I guess you could say the second part of carrillo's plan
'was to show Pablo that the sheriff was back in town.
'And he did that the best way he could.'
(In Spanish) Look. Look up there.
There's something weird happening. What do you see?
- (Juan Pablo) They're clouds. - (Pablo) Not clouds.
Because clouds form shapes.
- What I see is a turtle. - (Velasco) Boss!
- Excuse me. I need to talk to you. - (Pablo) Keep looking.
Keep looking at the clouds.
Sir, sorry to interrupt, but it's very important.
- (Sighs) What's going on? - Carrillo is back.
And he's here in medellin.
Hmm.
What else?
That son of a bitch filled barrio Escobar with police and...
He pissed on your mural, sir.
Hmm.
(Man 1) 'Those fucking cops are going up 26th street.'
(man 2) 'Copy that. All good.'
- (in English) Got 'em. - Keeps going
until you reached barrio Pablo Escobar. We captured six radio transmissions.
But we haven't pinpointed the exact location.
- No, sir. - So our best bet
is to corner each of these buildings. This time, we hit the ground.
(In Spanish) Trujillo, load up six unmarked cars, four men per car.
Instruct them to leave in 20-minute intervals to avoid attention. Clear?
- Yes, colonel. - Ok.
(In English) Pena, you're with me.
Murphy, Jacoby, you stay here to guide us.
- Careful out there. - (Javier sighs)
(J' up-tempo Latin song plays)
(Laughing)
- (Indistinct chatter in Spanish) - (Engines start)
- (In Spanish) Freeze! Don't move! - (Weapons cocking)
Relax. Everything's good.
(Man) What is this?
(Man on radio) 'Pirafia down.'
(in English) Oh, we got one. Spotter one is down.
(In Spanish) Son of a bitch.
Where are you going? Where are you going?
(Man shouts) Get him! Get him! Get him!
- Don't move! - (Man whistles)
Don't move!
- Good evening. - Yes?
Would you allow me to search your house? We're looking for...
Stop! Stop, boy! Stop!
- (Woman chatters in Spanish) - Get on the floor!
Show me your hands.
You think you're slick? Why were you running?
- No! What did I do wrong? - You tell me what you did.
Do you know who I am?
My name is colonel horacio carrillo.
Last week, 30 police officers were murdered.
- Those pigs probably deserved it. - (Murmurs in English) Shut up, kid.
Many of them were my friends.
A person perched on rooftops, guiding murderers with radios...
Are assassins themselves.
I hope after this encounter, you'll reconsider
working with someone who thinks he's above the law.
(Carrillo cocks pistol)
What? Am I supposed to shit my pants in fear?
(Carrillo) Do I make myself clear?
I want you to tell your friends,
that this is what happens when you work for Pablo Escobar!
Take it.
Tell them this is for Pablo.
Remember what you saw.
And know what will happen to you if I see you on a rooftop.
You can leave.
Leave!
So, what book shall we read before bed tonight?
"The witch".
No, my love. No scary stories.
"The witch"? What's that? I don't know it.
Dad reads it to us. Right, dad?
- The bad witch and the good witch? - (Juan Pablo) Yes.
Not "the witch", Pablo.
I don't want any more scary stories in this house.
Love, take your sister and brush your teeth.
And go straight to bed.
(Pablo) Listen, where's my kiss?
Good night.
- Good night, my love. - Straight to bed, manuela, please.
(Dishes clattering)
- I heard a scary story, Pablo. - (Hermilda) Tata.
The man who killed Gustavo is back in medellin.
Is that story true?
Yes.
Does that sound like the government is trying to negotiate? Huh?
Good night.
Tata.
Someone has to tell you how things are, Pablo.
That man is here to kill you.
I'm scared, Pablo.
I promise you one thing:
If things get out of hand and I can't control it...
We'll leave the country.
Ok?
(In English) Javi, where are the fucking spotters?
Carrillo went a different way. He, uh... he cut them loose.
Oh, we're letting people go now?
Yeah, Murphy, we're letting people go.
And what does that mean?
- Don't worry about it, man. - Hey, fucking talk to me.
- Let go of my fucking arm. - What the fuck happened?
Carrillo put a gun to the kid's head and he pulled the trigger.
To make a fucking point.
We good now?
(Engine starts)
Yeah, we're good.
(J' up-tempo Latin music playing)
- (In Spanish) Seen this woman? - No.
She works at the market.
Sweetheart?
- Are you sure? - No.
(La quica sighs)
Nobody's seen the bitch.
I'm pissed off, brother.
(Sighs)
Let's go for some ice cream.
Something cold.
(Starts engine)
(Raps on door)
(In English) I'd like to talk to you about what happened tonight.
- What do you think happened? - I know I got left behind on purpose.
For your own best interest.
You don't know a goddamn thing about my best interest.
Murphy, what happens out there isn't pretty for everyone.
- But it is for pena? - You're not pena.
- 'Cause I'm a damn gringo. - Because I trust him.
Why don't you try me?
This fight against Escobar, you want to win it.
These guys aren't fighting by the same rules, so why should we?
- You know what that means? - Oh, I do.
So whether this is about protecting me or protecting you, stop icing me out.
(Door opens)
(Woman speaks Spanish) You were different this time.
I always know when my clients are trying to forget something.
You know what I do to relax?
- I write. - You write?
- What do you write? - Letters.
For my family, but I never send them.
It's good to forget.
What do you want to forget?
Why don't you stop?
Why don't you?
(Men murmur in Spanish)
(Velasco) Welcome, brother.
This way.
- What is your name? - David.
- I'm Pablo. Pleasure to meet you. - Pleasure to meet you, too.
Follow me.
They told me you like soccer.
- I play defence. - Of course.
Those are the real men.
You're very brave, David.
I'm sorry for what you witnessed.
The people we're fighting are very bad people.
Tell me about the man who did that.
He said this bullet is for you.
I need you to do one last favour for me.
It's very important.
You think you can do it?
Thank you, David.
(Phone ringing)
Pena.
(In Spanish) 'Agent pena. This is Don berna.
'I have a proposition you might be interested in.'
what a surprise.
What's up, pefia? Are you expecting anyone else?
No. Are you?
No, it's not necessary.
Everywhere I go in this town, I'm surrounded by friends.
Sit down. Sit so you can taste the best coffee in medellin.
Dona Luz! Bring my friend a coffee.
You have something other than coffee for me?
Look, agent, I'm not one of those street-corner informants
that you slip a few gringo dollars for a tip. No, sir.
Then why are we here?
Agent, you and I are like the snake and the cat.
If the snake has the chance, it will kill the cat.
And if the cat has the chance, it will kill the snake.
But there are times when they see a big rat,
and they both want to eat it.
(In English) This is moncada's biggest lab.
It'll have to be inventoried before it's dismantled and moved.
How you know that?
- One of my cl's. - Hell of a tip.
It's a hell of a cl.
Look, you want Escobar's men, there they are.
- Let's do it. - All right.
(J' rap music playing inside)
(Men shouting in Spanish)
- (Automatic gunfire) - (Shouting continues)
(In English) Get up! Move! Move! (Murmurs indistinctly)
Get up!
Gato!
(In Spanish) No, no, no!
Calm down. Ok, relax. Don't kill me... (Grunts)
Relax, relax, relax!
(Men chattering in Spanish)
(Man) Detaining the prisoners.
(In English) Your ci hooked us a pretty big fish.
Yeah, he's a winner.
(In Spanish) We captured about 45 of them.
I wonder if he'll give us Escobar.
I don't know. We'll see what carrillo gets out of him.
Yeah. We'll see.
Carrillo told me that he talked to you. He thinks he can trust you.
Yeah, he can.
- That's not what I mean. - Ahh.
(In English) Let's go.
I'm a big boy. I can handle it.
Yeah.
(In Spanish) Approaching.
We're locking you up.
Move it!
- (In English) Got anything out of him? - Something.
Not everything. Are you coming?
I'm in, yeah.
- (In Spanish) Hello, Valeria. - Pablo.
- I didn't realise you'd be here. - I wanted to be sure it went well.
People need to hear the truth, right?
Yes, it's important.
They forced this boy to watch his friend get shot.
When the country hears this story, they'll turn on that son of a bitch
who's murdering children for the Americans.
Well... that's what I hope.
I'm glad you came.
It's good to see you again.
Are all eyes still on you?
Except yours.
(Pablo sighs)
Let's begin.
Yes.
- (Valeria) 'How old are you?' - (David) 'Ten.'
I understand you're quite a soccer player.
(Chuckles)
Thank you for being brave enough to tell us your story, David.
Tell me, who were the men who brought you to the building that day?
They were search bloc policemen.
(Valeria) 'You know why they took you there?'
(David) 'He said he wanted to send a message to other kids.'
(Valeria) 'Who is "he"? Do you remember his name?'
(David) 'Colonel carrillo.'
relax, gentlemen, everything's fine.
- Where are you taking us? - Bogota.
You're going to jail until this gets resolved.
But look... if you help me, I can help you.
Give me Pablo, or blackie or someone else, then I'll help you.
I don't know where they are. I don't know them.
- So you don't know anything? - No, sir.
What about you, gato?
All right.
If it's going to be like this...
(Man screams)
(Valeria) 'Who else was there besides colonel carrillo?'
'a bunch of men.'
some I heard speaking English. Americans. Like in the movies.
Are you sure they were police?
Yes.
What now?
You think Pablo is going to reward you for being brave?
Asshole, he doesn't know you exist. Do you know that?
It's your last chance, gato.
Ask your mother, you son of bitch!
(Faint screaming)
(Sighs)
(Line ringing)
(Rings)
- Hello. - 'Everything is good.'
- it worked. - 'Very well.'
it worked.
- They took my lab. - And a bunch of Escobar's men.
It's for a noble cause, mrs moncada.
Boss, forgive me, but there's bad news.
Search bloc took the moncadas' biggest lab before we could take it apart.
Carrillo got gato. We don't know where they are or what they're doing to him.
(Dialling)
(Phone rings)
Hello?
- 'Steve?' - hey, baby.
'What time is it?'
it's late.
'Are you ok?'
yeah.
I'm good. I just need to hear your voice.
I wanted to call, Steve. I...
'It's ok. You don't have to explain.'
what's happened?
'Tell me.'
I'm good, baby. I'm... Don't worry. (Clears throat)
(Baby crying)
(Crying continues over phone)
You have to go.
Let's talk tomorrow. Ok?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'd like that.
Good night.
(Heavy breathing)
(Grunts)
(J' up-tempo Latin music playing)