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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 brought you there?

He said they were going to send a message
to other kids.

Who is "he"? Do you remember his name?

Colonel Carrillo.

I know this is difficult...

but tell me what happened
when they brought you there.

They killed my friend.

- I'm very sorry...
- This is a farce.

-Escobar trained this kid very well.
-I'll speak with Carrillo.

Whether he did or didn't do it
is beside the point.

Colombia is tired of Escobar.

Besides, Valeria Velez?

My God, she has no credibility
in this country.

I need to know if Carrillo
killed that boy.

If we say that she's doing this
to discredit Carrillo, they'll believe us.

But if the press finds out
that you spoke to Carrillo about this...

They'll assume it's the truth.

Exactly.

- What do you propose?

That we don't play Escobar's game.

And that we leave things as they are...
for the time being.

I think we're going to need
more than an interview.

-No, no, no. No violence.
-That's not what I mean. I suggest--

Now we need to have the people
on our side.

Yes, of course. It's just the president
has denied it ever happened,

and the American news
hasn't even picked up the story.

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.

Hmm.

I'm writing a letter to the editors
of the most important newspapers

to tell them how that boy came to me,
scared for his life.

The world has to know what sort of monster
that son of a bitch Carrillo is.

Don Pablo, 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 Medellín 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.

Don't even think about it.
Up against the wall.

While everyone could agree
it felt good emptying Pablo's pockets...

We don't know yet. 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 with me.

If that kid's telling the truth,
Peña and Murphy were there.

They're the only Americans
that asshole trusts.

I find it hard to believe that Colonel
Carrillo would want American witnesses.

Exactly what he wants.

Guarantees they won't say shit if people
start asking questions. And guess what?

People are asking questions.

Look, if Carrillo wants
to walk out in the streets

and gun down every sicario in Medellín,
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 here.

They just can't fucking help themselves,
can they?

My men did a drive-by early this morning
and identified a potential location.

Right here. The pool hall.

Are we having a good time?

That's a very pretty girl. But you're
paying for those lines, asshole.

Clean this shit up!

Who taught you to live like this?
Not from our mother!

- Wake up, asshole! And you, Edgar!

Call Pablo and ask him
where he wants us to take his half.

- All right. All right.

What are you doing calling
from that phone? Use the pay phone!

-Relax, brother.
-Edgar...

What?

-Have you been calling from this phone?
-No.

Son of a--

Move it, faggot!

Where you going?

Hey, there.

Murphy! Not a good neighborhood
to get yourself lost in, eh?

Fuck.

--Shh, shh, shh.

Dad.

- Quickly, inside.
- Friend.

Calm down, friend.

- Everything is all right.

Fuck.

Murphy! Gavera 37!
You need to 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. You son of a bitch.

It's carbon rock.

The cocaine is dissolved and mixed in.

Did you think I bought chemistry labs
because I enjoyed the class 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.

-But don't you think it's too early?
-Pablo's in hiding.

The Search Bloc is killing his men.
Soon they'll catch him,

and I want us to be in an advantageous
position when that happens.

Could you take care of that?

Yes, of course.

But don't make it too obvious.

I don't want Judy Moncada asking fucking
questions 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
we'll be dumping him in.

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? Huh?

Let's trust the boss.

Yes. Don Pablo always finds a solution.

-Hello? Who is this?
-Get me Don Pablo. Fernando Duque.

-Fernando.
-Get him now.

Yes, sir, right away. Limón, please.

Boss?

Your lawyer, Mr. Duque.

- How many were published?
- Don Pablo,

we sent all of them 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 was 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.

This is why
we saw ourselves forced to take up arms

and defend ourselves...

The leaders of the Autodefensas
were the Castaño brothers:

Fidel and Carlos.

Carlos is the one
barking orders at people.

In the late 70s, their father, Jesús,

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 Castaño to death.

From that day forward, the right-wing,

psychopathic, commie-killing
Castaño 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 Castaños 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.

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 Medellín.

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 would 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 it's possible
for my brother and I to 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 guerrillas,
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. No.
A death squad? No. An army.

And when this army gets to Medellín,

Pablo Escobar's death
won't be a matter of months.

It'll be a matter of weeks.

What do you say, Pacho?

Can we count on the support
of you and your partners?

All of this sounds interesting.

With all due respect, gentlemen,

our organization 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.

Look, I'll share this conversation
with our partners.

But I think that, for now,
our 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'll never be able to go back to Medellín.

-Maritza!
-Because of you,

-my daughter and I have to live in hiding.
-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 in your taxi?

-I had nothing to do with that.
-And 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 that money
and you took advantage of that.

I really am sorry, Maritza.

Believe me, I think 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.
I know when his sicarios aren't with him.

-You can call the police.
-Maritza, what's going on here?

Mom, go back inside. Go inside.

Doña 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.

Mmm.

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? Are 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 practice with that.

- Javi, it's Gabriela.
- What's up?

-It's been a while and I want to see you.
-Now?

I can't right now. I'm working.

Don't be like that.

All right. Give me...
20 minutes, all right?

Get 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.

Okay, I guess it means "Fuck that."

Hello.

-I've got half an hour.
-Wait.

-Javi... Javi, Javi...
-Come here. What's wrong?

Hello.

Hi.

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 have told me over the phone, no?

-I knew you wouldn't come.
-Well, 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 Rincón.

She works at the market across from
the brothel where the girls were killed.

Where we almost had La Quica
and the other guy...

Jhon Burgos. Goes by "Limón."

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 Limón,
there's no record of him.

There's no known connection
between him and Escobar,

yet somehow he ends up the driver.

Makes sense for La Quica to hire someone
the police didn't know about.

What does she want out of this?
A ticket to Disneyland?

She knows she doesn't get shit
if it doesn't pan out.

If this is true, she can tell
us when Limón 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, truth, law.

And I sense from your reluctance to speak

that the truth will not be kind to you
or our esteemed 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 Peña.
-Pay attention.

In one hour, I will take Pablo
to his accountant.

He lives in the south. I need you to give
the Americans the address. Understand?

Are we really going to turn 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.
You'll be late to your appointment.

Thank you, Limón. A kiss.

Come on. Ice cream. Ice cream.
One, two, and...

Everything all right, boss?

Peña.

9th Street. 98-3.

Okay. Got it.

I need to know
if there's activity around this address.

You get a match on a voice,
you find me immediately.

Okay. You got it.

-This was recorded about five minutes ago.
-You can barely hear it.

Let me clean it up.

All right.
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.

Crosby finds out you went on another raid,
we all get a ticket home.

Crosby doesn't have to know shit.

It's not negotiable.

We'll be in radio contact.

Jesus.

We'll be out 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 Peña up
some cigars on the way.

Of course, blondie.

Reverse!

Look above!

It's an ambush!

Sabada!

Carrillo, respond!
Carrillo! Trujillo! Do you copy?

Son of a bitch!

Goddamn it, speak to me!
We need people there.

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 Bogotá
with the body until the funeral.

They call 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, Peña.

-No?
-No.

-I got played.
-We all got played.

We all had the information,
it was backed up by Centra Spike--

Stop.

Just...

You know, you coming 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're saying
that Pablo himself killed Carrillo.

Next, he'll come after the two of you.

Or me, or you, Pacho.

No, no.
We've got to come up with another plan.

Another approach.
Another way to achieve our goals.

Pacho, we need to call the Castaños.

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.

That's why we're going to say that you
were poorly advised by your vice minister.

-We can find another way.
-Let me finish.

We're going to say that I acted alone
and without authorization

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, César.

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 honor serving you
and the people of Colombia.

Good luck.

Limón 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've felt indebted to you.

Now, Maritza...
our daughters will be safe.

Thank you.

Know that... you have a friend in me.

What did you do?

I took care of it.

You're safe now.

Limón.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Where's Olivia?

She's at home. With my sister.

Hey, you okay?

--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 Peña.

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