Tata.
Tata. Where is everyone?
Pablo.
- Are you all right? - Yes, I'm all right.
I'm all right.
Go back to bed.
'Do you know why they took you there?'
he said he was sending a message to other kids.
'Who is "he"? 'Do you remember his name?'
colonel carrillo.
'I know it's hard...
'But tell me what happened when they took you there.'
they killed my friend.
- 'I'm so sorry...' - A farce.
- Escobar trained the kid. - I'll speak with carrillo.
Whether he did it or not is beside the point.
Colombia is tired of Escobar.
Besides, Valeria velez?
She has no credibility in this country.
I need to know if carrillo killed that boy.
If we say she's doing this to discredit carrillo,
they'll believe us.
But if the press finds out you spoke to carrillo...
They'll assume it's true.
Exactly.
What do you propose?
That we don't play Escobar's game.
And that we leave things as they are...
For now.
I think we're going to need more than an interview.
- No, no, no. No violence. - That's not what I mean. I...
Now we need the people on our side.
Of course.
It's just the president has denied it ever happened,
and the American media haven't even mentioned it.
Of course.
If David were the son of an important politician!
But...
The men of always
aren't interested in the children of never.
- Of course. - Right?
Hmm.
I'm writing to the editors of the biggest newspapers
to tell them how that boy came to me, scared for his life.
The world must know the monster that son of a bitch carrillo is.
That's excellent.
Give me that pencil.
'When Pablo Escobar starts believing
'the pen's mightier than the sword,
'you know you're getting to him.
'Carrillo's attacks on Pablo's facilities in medellin
'were putting him under more and more pressure.'
Burn everything.
'The way carrillo saw it...
'...each sicario we took out got us one step closer to Escobar.'
Don't move! Felix, take this one.
Up against the wall.
'While everyone could agree it felt good emptying Pablo's pockets...'
We're working on it.
'...They weren't all sold on the method.'
is it true?
- Not to my knowledge. - Don't play word games.
If that kid's telling the truth, pefia and Murphy were there.
The only Americans that asshole trusts.
I find it hard to believe colonel carrillo would want American witnesses.
Exactly what he wants.
They won't say shit if people start asking questions.
And guess what? People are asking questions.
If carrillo wants to walk down the streets
and gun down every sicario in medellin,
god bless him.
But our guys can't be there when he does it.
Understood?
Understood.
It's been quiet for about a week. Nothing of significance.
But a phone we connected to Edgar prisco
popped up three times last night.
All within manrique, the same three block vicinity.
They just can't fucking help themselves, can they?
My men did a drive-by this morning and have identified a potential location.
Right here. The pool hall.
Having a good time?
Very pretty girl. But you're paying for those lines, asshole.
Clean this shit up!
Who taught you to live like this? Not our mother!
Wake up, asshole! And you, Edgar!
Call Pablo.
Ask him where the fuck he wants us to take his half.
All right.
What are you doing calling from that? Use the pay phone!
- Relax, brother. - Edgar...
What?
- You've been calling from this? - No.
Son of a bitch...
Move, faggot!
Where you going?
Hey, there.
Murphy! Not a good neighbourhood to get yourself lost in.
Fuck.
Shh, shh, shh.
Dad.
- Quick, inside. - Friend.
Calm down, friend.
It's all right.
Fuck.
'Murphy! Gavera 37! Get up here!'
Murphy, get in the car.
The fuck were you thinking?
This fucking close.
'We were definitely getting closer.
'And so who could blame the "gentlemen of Cali"
'for starting to think about a future without Pablo Escobar?'
I can't believe it. Bastard.
It's carbon rock.
The cocaine is dissolved and mixed in.
You think I buy labs because I loved chemistry in school?
You're going to put chemists out of business.
I'm more interested in putting Pablo out of business.
Now's the time to move in on Miami.
It won't be hard for us to take that business.
Don't you think it's too early?
Pablo's in hiding.
The search bloc's killing his men. Soon they'll catch him,
and I want us to be in an advantageous position.
Can you take care of that?
Yes, of course.
But don't make it too obvious.
I don't want Judy moncada asking shit and negotiating for a piece.
Then you should call Pablo
and tell him we'd be happy to turn Judy over to him.
We'll dump her in the same ditch as him.
Guys.
The search bloc took another moncada lab.
The sons of bitches killed three of the prisco brothers.
Ricardo got away.
- When was this? - Last night.
It's that son of a bitch, Don berna. He's telling the cops everything.
Let's hide out on the coast. I'll convince Don Pablo.
Since when do we hide, brother?
Let's trust the boss.
Yes. Don Pablo always finds a solution.
- Hello? - 'Get me Don Pablo.'
- who's this? - 'Fernando duque.'
- Fernando. - 'Get him!'
yes, sir, right away. Limén, please.
Boss?
Your lawyer, mr duque.
How many were published?
'Don Pablo, we sent them all to the newspapers.'
how many of my letters were published, Fernando?
Yes. Uh, none.
'They're very, very well written.'
it's not about how well-written they were, Fernando.
It's about the fucking truth!
'If it seemed like Escobar's world was crashing down around him,
'it was actually about to get worse.
'Remember when Pablo collaborated with m-19 communists
'during the palace of justice siege?
'By doing that, he pissed off the autodefensas,
'an extreme right-wing paramilitary group
'that was in direct conflict with the communist guerrillas.'
That's why we've been forced to take up arms
and defend ourselves...
'The leaders of the autodefensas
'were the castafio brothers: Fidel and Carlos.
'Carlos is the one barking orders at people.
'In the late 70s, their father, Jesus,
'a prominent landowner, was kidnapped by the farc guerrillas
'who demanded 50 million pesos for his ransom.
'But his sons were only able to come up with 16.
'Well, that didn't cut it.
'So the guerrillas beat the elder castafio to death.
'From that day fonnard,
'the right-wing, psychopathic, commie-killing castafio brothers
'swore never to rest until their father was avenged...
'...and every last guerrilla driven from the countryside was killed.'
Move it, you sons of bitches!
'Even innocent villagers who simply lived in guerrilla strongholds
'were put to death because they lived under communist subjugation.
'And in their efforts to wipe out the communist guerrillas...
'The castafios caught the attention of some like-minded friends.'
- Mr stechner. - Good to see you, my friend.
- Welcome. Have a nice trip? - Thank you. As always, as always.
All right. Very good.
Ha! These weapons are better than the last ones.
- They should be. - Thank you, mr green,
for the continued support of your country.
I haven't used that name since the school of the Americas.
I know you're waging a great war against communism in these jungles.
We will not stop until the last communist is dead.
Another struggle is emerging.
One that is essential to our, uh...
Shared cause.
- Escobar. - Escobar deserves to die.
But our fight is here in the jungle, against the guerrilla.
Yes, and Pablo's still strong in medellin.
Yeah, strength is exceedingly relative.
An alliance is forming... With the objective of taking out Escobar.
Who?
Rival elements from the trafficking world.
Look, what matters most is that when Escobar's taken off the board,
the right parties are in a position to make sure order is maintained.
And that strategic Colombian resources and revenue streams...
Don't fall into the wrong hands.
Guys.
Ms Judy.
All right, now... I'd like to know the reason for this meeting.
- You don't see this every day. - Look, pacho, it's simple.
We need to get rid of Pablo Escobar.
We know you all joined forces against him.
And we want to know if my brother and I can join the cause.
Why?
What do you want out of this?
- We want what's best for Colombia. - That's it?
Pablo Escobar, aside from being a terrorist,
is also allied with the guerrilla,
whom he has helped on many occasions.
Putting an end to Pablo Escobar is a patriotic act.
Imagine, pacho, your financial resources
combined with all of the information you have on Pablo Escobar's operation
- with our military experience... - We'd make one hell of a death squad.
No, no, no, mrs moncada. A death squad? No.
An army.
And when this army gets to medellin,
Pablo Escobar's death won't be a matter of months.
It'll be a matter of weeks.
What do you say, mr pacho?
Can we count on the support of you and your partners?
All of this sounds... interesting.
With all due respect, gentlemen,
our organisation already has a strategy in place, and it's working.
It doesn't seem to me like it's working.
Because, to this day, Pablo Escobar is still alive.
- That's right. - At this rate, not for long.
I'll share this conversation with my partners.
But I think that, for now, the answer is no.
Excuse me.
- Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you. - How did you find me?
I'm not going to hurt you, I promise.
And la quica?
He's not here. He's back there, looking for you.
If he finds out I'm here, he'll want to kill me too. Let's talk. Relax.
Because of you, I can never go back to medellin.
- Maritza! - Because of you,
- my daughter and I have to hide! - Relax, relax, relax!
I really am sorry, and I'm here because I want to help you.
Like you helped the girls you used to drive around?
- I had nothing to do with that. - Why would I believe you?
Because you know me, and I wouldn't do something like that.
You killed me, jhon.
You killed me by putting me in your fucking taxi.
You knew how badly I needed money and you took advantage of that.
I really am sorry, Maritza.
Believe me, I have an idea to get us both out of this.
What is it?
We'll give them what they want. We'll give them Escobar.
What the fuck are you saying?
Believe me, Maritza.
I'm the one who drives Escobar and knows when he's without his sicarios.
- You can call the police. - Maritza, what's going on?
Mum, go back inside. Go inside.
Dofia Liliana.
- I don't trust the police. - Listen to me.
This is your chance to get a visa from the Americans,
so you can leave with your daughter.
And you? What do you get out of this?
Working for Escobar isn't what it seems. They're killing all of his men.
I'm afraid.
I need to get out. We both need to get out, Maritza.
All right. My turn.
Mmh.
You both look beautiful.
All right, my love, go to your room so I can talk with your dad, all right?
- Why didn't you tell me? - What?
Velasco told me.
There are 20 men out there, tata.
Yes, Pablo...
20 strangers.
Let's see.
How do you hold it?
What?
You sure you want to laugh at your wife while she's holding a gun?
It's not a joke, Pablo.
Tata.
Those 20 men out there don't care what happens to us.
When the time comes, it will just be you and me.
And I will be a part of this, Pablo.
All right.
But I think you need more practise with that.
Javi, it's Gabriela.
'What's up?'
it's been a while and I want to see you.
Well, I'm working right now.
Don't be like that.
All right. Give me... 20 minutes, all right?
Got the lecture from messina about not leaving base?
Yeah.
Crosby must've really laid into her on that one.
- Where you going? - Out. Off base.
Ok, I guess it means, "fuck that."
- I've got half an hour. - Wait. Javi.
- Javi, Javi... - Come here. What's wrong?
Hello.
She's a friend of a friend.
Maritza, meet Javier.
And...
Why are you introducing me to a friend of a friend?
She's in trouble.
Just hear her out.
Goddammit, Gabby. You could've told me over the phone.
- I knew you wouldn't come. - I'm leaving.
- Bye! - No, no, no.
Wait. It's important.
Please.
Hear her out.
What's your name? Maritza?
What kind of trouble are you in?
Who are you in trouble with?
- La quica. - La quica.
You know la quica?
- He wants to kill me. - Well...
La quica wants to kill a lot of people.
Why does he want to kill you?
Because I can tell you where Pablo Escobar is.
And how are you going to do that?
I know exactly when and where he'll be tomorrow.
Her name is Maritza rincon.
She works across from the brothel where the girls were killed.
Where we almost had la quica and the other guy...
Jhon Burgos. Goes by "limén."
He used to drive the girls around until la quica made him Escobar's chauffeur.
This girl Maritza was actually in the back seat serving as a cover
while Escobar was in the fucking trunk.
- And he knows her how? - They grew up together here.
So this guy limén, there's no record of him.
There's no known connection between him and Escobar,
yet somehow he ends up the driver.
Makes sense to hire someone the police didn't know about.
What does she want? A ticket to Disneyland?
She knows she doesn't get shit if it doesn't pan out.
She can tell us when limén and Escobar go somewhere.
You were there. You trust her?
Yeah.
Yeah, I do.
When we get the location, I want centra spike up in the air to confirm.
Let's go.
- All right. This is good. - Let's go.
Can you explain this?
A subpoena.
You're going to answer the questions I have regarding la catedral.
You mean your witch-hunt.
Tell me, how did Pablo Escobar get out of that prison
while being surrounded by 400 soldiers?
How many times do I have to tell you that I don't know how Escobar escaped?
He must have paid someone off.
I would say that's almost certainly the case.
This is about transparency. The truth. The law.
And I sense from your reluctance to speak
that the truth will not be kind to you or to our dear president.
Look, sir, what happened that night was complicated and, yes,
I must confess that we lost control of the situation, we made mistakes,
but we're talking about a national crisis.
So what? Does that mean that we should just trust you?
Look, sir... I ask you to please trust me.
All you're doing by making this investigation public
is destroying the life of a very good human being.
Our president.
Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that.
- Hello? - Hello, Maritza. It's me.
- I spoke with pefia. - Pay attention.
In one hour, I will take Pablo to his accountant in the south.
I need you to give the gringos the address.
Understand?
Are we really turning in Pablo Escobar?
Yes, Maritza.
We're going to do this together.
But I need you to trust me.
Give me the address.
Write it down.
9th street with 98-3. Got it?
Got it.
My love. Do it again.
I'm sorry, boss. It's getting late.
Thank you, limon. A kiss.
Come on. Ice cream. Ice cream. One, two, and...
Everything all right, boss?
Pena.
9th street. 98-3.
Ok. Got it.
I need to know if there's activity around this address.
You get a match on a voice, you find me immediately.
You got it.
- This was recorded five minutes ago. - You can barely hear it.
Let me clean it up.
'Now turn off the satellite phones.'
- that's Pablo. - We have to move now.
- Yeah. - You two are staying here.
Gotta be fucking kidding me.
If Crosby finds out you went on another raid, we all go home.
Crosby doesn't have to know shit.
It's not negotiable.
We'll be in radio contact.
Jesus.
We'll be there in 20 minutes. So be on alert.
Yes, colonel.
Attention! We're headed out!
We're on San Juan.
Copy that. Watch your six, guys.
'How's it looking out there?'
'Everything's calm.
'Murphy, you're buying the drinks tonight.
Cheap bastards.
Don't forget to pick me and pefia up some cigars on the way.
Sure, blondie.
Reverse!
Look above!
It's an ambush!
Sabada!
Carrillo, respond! Carrillo! Trujillo! You copy?
Son of a bitch!
Goddamn it, speak to me! We need people.
Carrillo!
Go, go, go! Come on!
Fuck!
Look at me.
Look at me!
You asked a child to give me this.
You can have it back.
And this...
Is for my cousin, Gustavo.
Coward.
Son of a bitch.
Don't worry. It's going to heal well.
I'll go back to Bogota with the body until the funeral.
They called his wife?
Yeah, she's on her way from Madrid.
This ain't on you, Javi. It's on Escobar.
And one way or another, he pays.
We all do. Right?
This isn't your fault, pena.
- I got played. - We all got played.
We all had the information, it was backed up by centra spike...
Stop.
Just...
You know, you come in here...
You say all the right things.
Doesn't make a damn bit of difference.
Colonel carrillo's funeral will be tomorrow.
I don't do funerals.
They say Pablo himself killed carrillo.
Next, he'll come after the two of you.
Or me, or you, pacho.
No, no. We need another plan right now.
Another approach. Another way of doing things.
Pacho, we need to call the castafios.
Soon we'll know what's in it for them.
Carrillo hasn't been buried yet...
And they're already asking for my head.
They want a scapegoat.
And we have to give them one.
We're going to say you were poorly advised by your vice minister.
- We can find another way. - Let me finish.
We're going to say
I acted alone and without authorisation when I entered la catedral.
And that it was I who insisted that carrillo return.
I don't accept your resignation.
Now, more than ever, the country needs you, Eduardo. I need you.
We have to do it, Cesar.
You know it. The Attorney General, the press, the opposition, the citizens,
everyone's looking for someone to blame. All of them.
And it's not going to be you.
It's been my honour serving you and the people of Colombia.
Good luck.
Limén told me you have a daughter.
How old?
- Two. - And what's her name?
- Salome. - What a beautiful name.
This is the second time that I'm indebted to you.
Now, Maritza...
Our daughters will be safe.
Thank you.
Know that...
I'm your friend.
What did you do?
I took care of it.
You're safe now.
Limon.
Hey.
What are you doing here?
Where's Olivia?
She's at home. With my sister.
Hey, you ok?
Hey.
What now?
What the fuck do you want?
I want to help you.
Oh, yeah?
Come with me and I'll show you.
Make yourself at home.
Agent pena.
Welcome to montecasino.