(Judy in Spanish) I'm sure you recognise some of these people, right?
Agent pena?
It looks like you raided the family album...
Mrs moncada.
Please, call me Judy.
Let me tell you...
Before this son of a bitch killed my husband and my brother,
all these people were my friends. What do you think of that?
Well, it looks to me like you made some new friends. No?
We might say that we share a common goal.
- The same as yours, agent pena. - Is that right?
- Yes. - (Chuckles)
(In English) You gotta be fucking kidding me.
(In Spanish) Wait, Javier.
I'd like you to listen to what we have to say.
You want to catch Escobar, just like we do.
But let's not lie to ourselves.
You haven't been able to get close to him.
The only play you had to get to him was using carrillo.
And we know how that ended, right?
So, you're taking a break from burning down villages?
What we do is fill in for an absent government.
We're going to kill everyone close to Escobar one by one.
Until he's alone. With nothing.
(Fidel) What we want, mr pena,
is to make Escobar understand he is not untouchable.
We want him to be afraid.
There's just one small problem.
Just one?
To catch him, we need the satellite technology and surveillance
that your government has, agent pena.
And I'm just going to... Hand that over to you?
We have been partners for a while now, agent pena.
All the information that he gave to you, I gave to him.
We are simply making... A small adjustment.
Thanks for the drink.
Too much stupidity for my liking.
The castafios can be useful.
I was talking about you.
Yes, Javier.
I'm a narco.
And I believe in honour and loyalty, like you.
(Door opens)
Pablo doesn't.
Berna. Go get the car.
(Judy sighs)
Are you going to give me a cigarette or what?
Mmm.
Well...
We really want you to realise, agent pefia,
the potential of what we're offering you. Mmm?
Because, well... With all the information in the world,
you still have to be a policeman, right?
I know what it feels like when Pablo kills someone close to you.
What's that?
Information that would be very valuable to you.
That was very easy for us to find. Take it.
She's staying with a friend. That little girl, Maritza.
The woman that betrayed you and got carrillo killed.
You'll find her there.
I told you we have an enemy in common.
(Vehicle approaches, stops)
If you change your mind, give us a ring.
(J' Latin guitar theme music plays)
(Sighs)
(Steve) 'Life goes on, right?
'And for Escobar, that was a pretty good thing.
'He remained at large, protected by an army of sicarios...
'In a city that refused to give him up.
'Pablo kept his lawyers working overtime
'continuing to negotiate his surrender
'with Colombian Attorney General de greiff.
'But it was bullshit.
'Why surrender when you're holding all the cards?
'He was free. And business was booming.'
leader of search bloc killed
'for those of us tasked with catching Escobar,
'carrillo's death was a punch in the gut.'
- (chatter in Spanish over radio) - 'But life went on for us as well.
'Centra spike was still busy gathering intel.
'The brass was still reviewing and approving it.
'And it was still finding its way to us.
'But, shit, man...
'You can have all the intelligence in the world,
'but if nobody's there to act on it, what's it worth?
'Nothing.
'All it adds up to is a growing stack of unread files
'on a dead man's desk.
'We were back where we started: Nowhere.'
- (j' upbeat Latin music plays on radio) - (In Spanish) Look, dad.
(Pablo) Let's see.
- (Pablo) Nine point seven. - Why?
I would've given you a ten, but here, next to me,
is an argentinian judge who's very picky.
Very picky.
Why don't you jump in here with me?
If I dive in there, I'd splash all the water out of the pool.
Sir, Fernando duque is here.
And you... And what are you doing, my little love?
That's it. Little kicks, little kicks. Like a little pair of scissors.
That's right, like a little puppy.
That's it, beautiful.
Hey, ladies.
My kids are in the pool. Does someone know how to swim?
- Yeah, boss, they call me "flipper." - Flipper?
You talk so much shit, blackie.
You'd sink like a rock tied to a heavier rock.
Eat shit, velasco.
- Velasco, I'm putting my trust in you. - Yes, sir.
Not in flipper.
(Pablo) Flipper.
(Chuckles) "They call me flipper."
(Sports chatter over radio)
- What's the score? - Two to zero.
The national team is winning. We're killing them!
(Pablo) That's it!
(J' upbeat Latin music playing on radio)
Careful with that little dance. You're starting to put ideas in my head.
Love, who is picking up Carlos?
La quica. He's on his way.
Hey, that smells good.
(Chuckles) Pablo, the kids love this place.
- It's nice, isn't it? - Yes.
(In Spanish) On your feet. Now!
I didn't know. I didn't know, I swear. Limon lied to me.
No, please. When they find me, they're going to kill me.
- No! No! - Stay still!
Please.
Do you think I wanted this?
They used me and they're throwing my life away.
(In English) You're breaking my fucking heart, baby.
(In Spanish) You're all the same.
You don't listen. Nobody listens!
And all those people dying for no reason.
What's up, pefia? What should we do with her?
- (Connie speaks indistinctly) - (In English) She's good with kids.
I'm so sorry for your loss, mrs carrillo.
I keep wondering if it's better to know the truth.
I don't follow.
The things they said about my husband, about what he did before he was killed.
Did he shoot a child?
Did he kill that boy like they said on the news?
No. Absolutely not.
Your husband did everything in his means to get Escobar.
But he did not cross the line.
Well, that was rough.
- I just kept looking at her, thinking... - Hey.
It's not gonna happen to me, it's not gonna happen to us.
You want me to come home?
Just make sure you're still you when it's all over.
So three years in the jungles fighting farc.
Hugo Martinez chose his own path a long time ago
and he hasn't deviated from it since.
He's methodical, favours procedure and strict protocol.
Do you think you can get him to do it?
(Steve) 'How do you get a man to take a job that nobody wants?
'Don't get me wrong.
'There was no shortage of brave men in the Colombian national police.
'But signing up to replace carrillo as the head of the search bloc
'would take a lot more than bravery.
'Gaviria couldn't count on someone raising their hand.
'It would take a certain kind of pressure to find the right volunteer.'
(in Spanish) Is that your father?
Over there with the president?
That's cool.
(Applause)
To all those present, it is my honour to present
the president of the republic...
His excellency, Don césar Augusto gaviria trujillo.
(Applause)
(Gaviria) Congratulations, class of 1992.
Recent events...
Contrast heavily with today's ceremony.
Each one of you has decided to sacrifice your personal interests...
And dedicate your lives to the service of the nation.
There is no higher honour...
Than to serve your homeland.
(J' band plays up-tempo patriotic music)
- Colonel, how are you doing? - Very well.
I enjoyed your speech very much, mr president.
I'm glad. It was also for you.
Look, colonel, in the last 24 hours, I've been discussing with my advisors
who should be at the head of the search bloc.
They mentioned many names.
But I would like it to be you, colonel Martinez.
That's an honour, mr president, but at this point in my career,
I'm sure you can find a better candidate.
Colombia wants to end this nightmare.
And I know you're the man to do it.
The nation deserves someone better than me.
Your son was one of the best in the academy.
He's an excellent cadet.
He worked very hard. I'm very proud of him.
We asked the best in the class to join the search bloc.
And your son happily accepted.
I ask that you at least consider my request.
For Colombia.
(Crowd applauds)
(J' upbeat Latin music plays on radio)
- Carlos! - Tata!
Come on, come on. Let's see.
Go ahead.
- I can't believe it. Look at you. - Slowly, slowly.
I don't want any more visits to the doctor.
Manuela, you're so beautiful. Look at me.
Look how tanned he is.
- (Chuckles) - He looks like a movie star, right?
Yes, boss.
- He looks like Tom Cruise. - Well...
(Carlos) Look at her, Pablo.
I can't believe you brought me from Miami to see my sister like this.
No. I'm just so happy to see you.
Oh, my god. Carlos!
Welcome, sweetie. I'm so happy to have you home.
Tonight, I am going to make the best meal this family has ever had.
Well, then... Ready to go for a little walk?
(Carlos) It's incredible how much the children have grown, Pablo.
Manuelita is a Princess. She is beautiful.
She's the one who controls everything around here. I just pay the bills.
I heard about carrillo.
If that son of a bitch was still alive, many more policemen would have died.
I did the police a favour. Believe me.
Do you think the police agree with you?
No one wants war, Carlos.
Especially when they know they would lose.
But all that's in the past.
And I'm ready to get back to business. I'm all in.
- Tell me about Miami. - What can I tell you, Pablo?
The demand keeps increasing and the merchandise keeps on coming.
Business hasn't been affected by what happened at la catedral,
nor by what you did.
Well, business can always get better, right?
(Steve) 'Business was pretty good.
'And a large part of that was due to a guy they called the lion.
'You might remember him as a medellin hustler
'who used to stuff bricks of cocaine into his jacket
'and smuggled them into Miami.
'Well, he stayed in Miami and he made it his town.'
(woman moans)
(Steve) 'He was responsible for a smuggling network
'that brought in Pablo's cocaine by the ton. He was great at it.
'But getting cocaine into the states wasn't really the problem.
'The problem was, what do you do with all that money?
'Sure, some of it could stay in the states.
'And the narcos did that.
'They bought crooked banks, real estate, car dealerships,
'race horses, art, you name it.
'But if you're gonna run a cocaine empire,
'you need to have a lot of cash on hand.
'And getting cash back into Colombia wasn't easy.
'Let me put it this way,
'this is what a ton of cocaine looks like.
'And here's what the same ton of cocaine looks like
'when it's converted into cash.
'See the problem?
'Lion had to be creative with how he got that money to Pablo.
'And he was. His shipments showed up like clockwork.
'But the deeper Pablo went into his war with the government...
'The more important these shipments were.
'Pablo needed more money than ever.
'Without it, he was fucked.'
(in Spanish) Let's bring the lion over here.
I want to speak to him face to face, like the old days.
- Ok. - Make some new arrangements.
Some better ones.
Quica.
Give velasco a call. Tell him to find the lion.
Carlos and I want to speak to him about business.
It's time to get back to making money, brother.
- Like the good old days, Pablo. - Exactly.
What's up, Maritza?
Vvhathappened?
The police are looking for me. They want to put a bullet in my head.
I'm sorry, Maritza. I thought something good would come from all this.
Something good?
(Scoffs)
Let me come work with you.
No, Maritza, you're crazy.
(Phone rings)
I have to get this.
Give me one second.
What's up?
Where the fuck are you, limon?
Think you can make me wait around for you, bitch?
I'm close by, man.
I mean, there's a lot of goddamn traffic, but I'm on my way.
'I don't give a fuck if there's traffic. I need you here now!
You have to take this shit with you, so get your ass over here. Right now.
Yes, I know, I know. Forgive me. I'm on my way.
Maritza, I have to go. I can't help you right now.
We already gave you money. I'll call you later.
And we'll figure it out, but I can't right now.
(In English) Ok, here we go.
(Engine starts)
(Chatter in Spanish)
(Dialling phone)
- (Man in Spanish) 'Search bloc.' - It's pena.
I'm here with trujillo at the corner of 38th and 24th streets.
We need back up.
'Sorry, but there's no authorisation to dispatch patrols.'
we're watching one of Escobar's guys. He just entered the building.
'Return to base with the location.
'We can ask for authorisation from bogoté.'
sure.
(Mutters) And you'll show up next Tuesday, son of a bitch.
What time were you supposed to be here, asshole?
You knew you had to make the delivery before I pick up lion tomorrow.
No, brother, don't get mad. It's just that...
Limén!
You're going to take this goddamn bag and get out of here now!
I'm watching you.
- Calm down. - Calm down?
This is the last time you pull shit like this, limon. The last time!
- This is the last time you make me wait. - Come on, man...
- I told you. Get out of here. - (In English) Oh, shit. That's velasco.
(In Spanish) Shit. What do we do?
We stick with velasco. The other one doesn't matter.
How many guys do you think are inside, pena?
Too many for just us two, no?
Yeah. We'd be screwed.
Son of a bitch. We should call for backup, right?
(Dials phone)
- Who are you calling? - (Line ringing)
- (Trujillo) What's going on, pena? - I'll handle this.
(Javier) This is trujillo. You can trust him.
You're finally seeing the light.
Let's just see if this works.
You two coming?
Ok, then. You two, in the front with me.
Berna, with his men, around back. Understood?
Just stay clear of the windows.
- Let's go, then. - (Carlos) Let's move.
(Automatic gunfire nearby)
(Men shouting)
(Man whimpering)
(Man grunts)
- They're everywhere. - Let's go down.
(Door opens)
(Gunfire)
(Grunts)
Where were you going, you filthy son of a bitch? Huh?
(Grunts)
(J' Latin music plays softly on radio)
Here it is, mrs Escobar.
- What's that? - It's a delivery.
- But who told you to buy this? - It was me.
It's some clothes.
Hermilda.
Hermilda, for god's sake... you can't send him out with so much money.
- Oh, tata! - They are going to know where we are.
You worry too much.
It's going to affect the children.
Do you want Juan Pablo and manuela to worry?
You're right.
When Pablo was a little boy...
He came home from school one day, very angry.
A little girl made fun of his shoes.
They were ragged.
And we didn't have any money to buy him new ones.
But that night, I went into town and I stole a pair from a store.
The next day, Pablo went back to school.
Being poor is not an excuse to look like you are.
You've always just taken what you wanted, right?
And Pablo as well.
(In English) Mr ambassador,
I believe people fall into two categories, basically:
Those who rely on hope...
And those who rely on faith,
who see a system at work in the world and are devoted to it.
It may be religion, but in the case of police work, a method.
I'm guessing that you fall on the faith side.
Correct.
We can catch Escobar in any number of ways.
But if the one we choose furthers an already strained relationship
between the Colombian people and its police,
a strain caused by years of corruption and abuse,
then we'll have lost.
Even if we catch him.
Your philosophy is our philosophy, colonel.
Yeah, we'll see about that.
Thank you very much.
- (Crosby) Good to sit down with you. - Mr ambassador,
the whole world is watching how we handle this.
I won't allow it to be corrupted by outside interests or darker instincts.
(In Spanish) It worked.
We're even.
I need you to help me get a visa and get my family out of medellin.
Somewhere Pablo can't find us.
It doesn't work like that.
I'm sorry.
So, then...?
How am I supposed to be ok?
Is this how things are going to work from now on, pena?
Don't worry about it, ok? It won't happen again.
- No. I'm not worried. - (Starts engine)
(Don berna) Leave us.
Life's funny, velasco.
This could easily have ended up in reverse.
Me lying there, you and your men ready to torture me.
Look how everything's changed.
We are both loyal soldiers.
Serving our generals.
But you know what?
When it's time to give up your boss...
(Grunts, breathing heavily)
We give up our boss.
(Screaming)
Ma'am, nothing about Pablo, but... He gave up this.
- Three of his accountants. - And their addresses.
He also told me Pablo still has a large army and a lot of money.
Yes, but that could be complete bullshit, no? To scare us off.
Or it could be true. To scare us off.
(Sighs)
There lies the key.
If we leave him without money, we leave him without an army.
Something else.
Velasco was going to the airport tomorrow
because the lion will be arriving in the afternoon from Miami.
(People chuckling, chattering nearby)
Excuse me, sir. It's Judy moncada.
Mrs moncada.
How can I help you?
How was your trip? You must be beat.
(In English) Let's go. Get in.
(In Spanish) Where's velasco?
(Whistles softly)
There he is.
Welcome.
- Gilberto Rodriguez orejuela. - Lion.
This is my brother, Miguel.
And this gentleman is our associate, pacho herrera.
I'm very pleased to meet you, gentlemen. It's a pleasure.
Lion... may I call you that?
- Yes, sir. - Have a drink. Relax.
They say, over there, that you like whiskey.
Listen, gentlemen, if I did something to offend you, or...
What? Would we offer you a drink if we were offended?
Have a seat.
Tell me something, lion.
Do you like working for a thug?
(Pablo) 'One...'
- two, three! (Chuckles) - (Laughing)
- Very good. - (Men murmuring)
Good job.
Look after your sister.
Vvhathappened?
(Blackie) Hey, boss...
Lion just called, sir.
He said velasco never showed up at the airport, sir.
Lion got scared shitless and left. He took a plane back to Miami.
Fucking lion. Is he a little bitch or what, brother?
- And where is velasco? - Boss, I have no idea.
Find him for me.
Right away, boss.
(J' upbeat Latin music plays on radio)
(Carlos) I can't believe you're cooking.
But you know I always helped my mother.
Uh-uh. I helped while you ate.
(Carlos chuckles)
You know, I'm very happy that Pablo brought me here.
But I'm worried about you.
No. There's no reason to worry.
For god's sake, tata.
Every cop in the country is looking for Pablo.
Every drug trafficker who's not from medellin wants him dead.
And you're telling me there's no reason to worry? Don't kid yourself.
Today is a good day, Carlos.
My family is all together. You're here.
Pablo is a strong man. He's always had to be.
There's no reason to change anything now.
I hope you're hungry.
(Knocking)
Come inside, I'm packing.
Are you going to let me go to medellin or what?
Is that why you accepted the job?
You never should have volunteered.
But you can't be reassigned now, because it would end your career, right?
Sure, only now I'm gonna be "the boss's son."
(Sighs)
It appears to me you don't understand what's happening.
I accepted because I wanted to help my country.
Come here, I want to show you something.
I received this urn with my name.
Look. On behalf of Pablo Escobar.
It's an obituary.
Look, son, you're going to do exactly as I tell you.
I'm going to make sure you survive this. Understand?
(In English) We're polishing this bottle off pretty fast.
Listen, I am not missing my flight for anything tomorrow.
Mmm?
You sure you can't stay?
I can't leave Olivia with my sister forever, Steve.
- Anyway, you'll be in medellin. - Ah.
You know, I met the new head of search bloc.
- Yeah? - He's an interesting guy.
I have a good feeling about him.
Before I forget, I want you...
I want you to give this to Olivia.
Meant to be good luck.
You keep it then.
I am gonna miss you.
(In Spanish) From now on,
the search bloc is going to operate in a more systematic fashion.
Since we unfortunately cannot rely on the information given to us
by the people of medellin...
We are going to implement a quadrant search.
We will position ourselves in the neighbourhoods
where we believe Escobar and his allies might be,
proceed to search them...
And if we don't find what we're looking for,
we'll process anything of value and continue on to the next one.
- Understood? - (All) Yes, colonel!
(In English) A fucking grid search?
Isn't that how they caught the guy who shot Abraham Lincoln?
- It's a change. - Yeah, it's dated and conventional.
Well, we tried going bullet for bullet with him,
and you saw how that ended up.
Oh, so that's it?
A week ago you volunteered to jump into a chopper with carrillo
and now it's a change?
Don't worry about it, man.
We'll all feel better once Escobar's in the ground
- one way or another, right? - There is no other way, Javi.
Search bloc is the only game in town.
You really think this asshole can get it done?
I don't know. Maybe he'll surprise us.
Grid search it is.
(Sighs)
(In Spanish) What did you find out from velasco?
Not a fucking thing.
That son of a bitch turned out to be a lot tougher than I thought.
Is that what I think it is?
Rules of the game:
We only go after armed people. Sicarios.
There won't be any information about businesses or labs or shipments.
This isn't about helping Judy.
This is about killing Pablo.
Well, then...
Here's to killing Pablo.
(Chatter in Spanish)
(Steve) 'Of course, pena knew the information he had given berna
'was already bearing fruit.'
- (gunshots) - (Woman screams)
(In Spanish) For Colombia!
(Steve) 'The castafios and their men were efficient, if not always subtle.
- 'It didn't matter.' - (Indistinct Spanish)
'What's newsworthy about a few dead sicarios
'in the murder capital of the world?'
- (man grunts) - (Impact thud)
- (Gunshots) - 'Of course, I'm not sure Javi knew
'just how fucked up things were really gonna get.'
(in Spanish) Follow me and cover me!
(Steve) 'Hard to feel sorry for a bunch of drug dealers getting whacked, right?
'These guys had sown a lot of violence over the years... killed a lot of people.'
(man shouts in Spanish)
'It was about time they got some payback.
'But turning a bunch of well-armed vigilantes loose
'on the streets of medellin...
'Was like pouring gasoline on a fire that was already out of control.'
(In Spanish) Boss?
Sorry to bother you, but something bad is happening in the city, boss.
Five of our men, dead.
Who was it?
I don't know, boss. If I knew, I'd kill the son of a bitch that did it.
Boss, I'm so sorry, but la quica's on the phone.
- And velasco? - 'It looks like a battlefield, boss.'
no one's seen velasco and no one knows where he is. Boss...
'You know that if someone grabbed velasco...
Yes.
Start packing.
- (Indistinct chatter) - Your turn, let's do it again.
(Together) My little rock made of paper...
How much do you want to eat?
Show your grandmother how you washed your hands.
(Door opens)
Looks good.
Pardon me.
Should we start?
(Hermilda) Dig in, dig in.
So good.
(Whispers) A spoon?
There's no spoon, love. How about a fork?
(Steve) 'Martinez was right.
'We all need a method.
'Something to cling to when the shit around us gets so deep,
'we might go under.
'Something to guide us home when we feel we've lost our way.
'If we're lucky, someone gives us a method and we follow it.
'If not, we find our own.
'Pablo's enemies had found their own method.
'And it was an ugly one.
'They had opened up a new war against him,
'striking from the shadows.
'Showing him that, even in his hometown,
'he wasn't safe.'
(in Spanish) The castafios are very efficient.
(Gilberto) But not very discreet.
No one can know we had anything to do with this.
(Steve) 'And the moment their method became apparent...'
(in Spanish) Excuse me.
'...the message was clear.
'There was a new player in town.'
what does it say?
'And they weren't fucking around.'
"your days are numbered, Pablo. No one around you is safe."
- (Flies buzzing) - Signed "los pepes."
Who in the hell are los pepes?
(J' Latin guitar song plays)