All language subtitles for Narcos.S01E01.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Nowadays, the us
government can listen to anything you say.

They know where you are,
they know who you're talking to,

and trust me,
they know who you're fucking.

You turn on a cell phone or a computer,
and you're doomed.

But in Colombia in 1989,
it wasn't that easy.

First off,
there was no Internet.

No cells.

The best they had were satellite phones,

and in order to capture a satellite phone,
you had to fly directly over it.

On top of that, the only people
who had sat phones were the filthy rich...

The landowners, the politicians...

And lucky for us,
the narcos were richer than them all.

What's up, lizard?

We're going out tonight.

And once you got a signal,
you didn't know who you were listening to.

That's why back then, the us government
developed software that could identify

the voices of our targets.

I got poison at 400 to 1700 megahertz,
gentlemen.

And you guessed it:
No GPS either.

Hammer, prepare to engage.

Once we got a target,
we still had to locate it.

So we had to triangulate their signals
using assets on the ground.

Ok, he's in modelia.
He's on the West Side.

Hawkeye, how do you copy that?

Can you be more specific?
Police units are standing by.

La dispensaria.

I've got a table ready.

Show up around midnight.

- It's gonna be raining women.
- Poison didn't know it,

but he'd just made himself a date.

Negative on hammer. This fuckwad
just told us where he's going.

Hammer, disengage.

So who do we give this to? DEA?

- Yeah. Let's give it to Javier pena.
- Pefia's an asshole.

- I'm gonna give it to the other guy.
- Sure.

By "the other guy," he meant me.

I'm Steve Murphy,
drug enforcement agent.

And as you can see,
I am deeply embedded in Colombia.

Hello?

Poison will be partying
at la dispensaria.

Got it.

He's meeting lizard
and the rest of them at midnight tonight.

I would've loved
to go after poison myself,

but the DEA is restricted
in a foreign country.

So I did just what you would do...
I called the cops.

La dispensaria?

All right.

Guess who that was.

Your partner.

He just gave me a great gift.

Poison.

Does he know
how I'm going to package it?

Yeah, sure.

He's not a fool.

Gotta go.

Gonna stick me with the bill?

Cheap son of a bitch.

In case you're wondering,
this is the asshole.

Javier pena, my partner.

And this is colonel carrillo,
the leader of the search bloc,

the unit we helped create
to capture the bad guys.

Boy, did he have
a lot of love for the narcos.

Party time in zona Rosa.
Everybody goes there.

Especially the local hitmen.

Colombians call them sicarios.

- What's up, son?
- Hey, brother.

Let's go inside and have a good time.

Now, poison, he was one of the best.

Crazy motherfucker
who killed dozens of people.

Probably hundreds.

But don't get me wrong.

I would've sent carrillo there
even if poison never killed a fly.

I don't have a lot of love
for the narcos either.

It's on, boys!

We're gonna stop on 14th
and go around the corner.

Riano, trujillo,
you're in the front with me.

- Galvis and silva, you take up the rear.
- Yes, sir.

You got it, boys? We're gonna
go at it with everything we got.

We're gonna kill these fuckers,
all right?

Yes, sir!

I wouldn't blame you if you
held me responsible for this bloodbath.

Yeah, lpushed the buttons.

But don't call me a bad guy just yet.

My fellow Americans...

Take Richard Nixon, for instance.

People forget,
but 47 million Americans voted for Nixon.

We thought he was one of the good guys.

And Nixon thought Chilean general pinochet
was a good guy

because he hated the comm/es.

So we helped pinochet seize power.

Then pinochet turned around
and killed thousands of people.

Maybe not such a good guy after all.

But sometimes,
bad guys do good things.

Nobody knows this, but back in '73,
Chile was on its way

to being the world's biggest
cocaine processing and exporting center.

How many times do
I have to tell you not to waste the acid?

They had deserts to hide the labs
and miles of unpatrolled coastline

to ship the product north.

To be productive,
you can't waste money! Come on!

You're surrounded!

- Hands up!
- Everybody on your knees!

But pinochet spoiled the party.

What the fuck is going on here?

On the ground!

He shut down 33 labs
and arrested 346 drug dealers.

And then, being pinochet...

He had them all killed.

Attention!

Weapons ready!

Aim!

Ready ammunition!

Fire!

They say when
a nuclear holocaust destroys the world,

only the cockroaches will survive.

I guess they were right.

The bullets missed Mateo moreno,
aka cockroach,

and he was smart enough to play dead.

He wasn't killed on that day.

Instead, he won the damn lottery.

Cockroach had been
stealing from his bosses for months.

Now he was left alone in the world
with the perfect product.

A product whose offer
creates its own demand.

Start packing.
We have to leave the country.

Fucking pinochet
is killing the whole world.

- But you're not a communist.
- — no, not a communist, something worse.

A drug trafficker.

- A drug trafficker?
- Yes, a drug trafficker.

Back then, we were just
finding out about the effects of cocaine

on the human brain.

We didn't know much, but we knew
it was some pretty powerful shit.

This will give us better results, ok?

Cocaine hr'Jacks
the pleasure centers in the brain.

A rat will choose cocaine
over food and water.

It would choose cocaine over sleep,
over sex... over life itself.

The human brain
isn't quite the same as a rodent's...

Unless we 're talking about cocaine.

Cockroach knew
he had the perfect product.

He just needed to smuggle it
to the right markets.

Gracias.

And the best smugglers in the world
were in Colombia.

Welcome to Colombia

Like goldilocks,
he had three options.

And pay attention, because all three
are important to this story.

The ochoa brothers:
Jorge, that's fabio on the horse.

A typical Colombian smuggling family.

- They were smart and rich...
- Salud!

But cockroach felt the high life
had made 'em too soft.

Another possible partner
was José Rodriguez gacha,

nicknamed "the Mexican,"
for his love of Tequila and sombreros.

He dominated the emerald smuggling routes.

Emeralds are a pretty rough trade,
even by Colombian standards.

If you make it to the top...

It means you've killed your enemies.

Hey, partner. What are you doing here?

And sometimes, your partners.

Cockroach worried that the emerald trade
had made gacha too hard.

So he zeroed in on his third option:
A man cockroach knew would be just right.

Yeah, you guessed it: Pablo Escobar.

The man who would
change my life forever.

Pablo was making a killing
in the smuggling business.

Cigarettes, alcohol, marijuana,
you name it.

At the time,
Pablo owned half the police in medellin.

But das was Colombia's version of the FBI.

They didn't play by the same rules.

Good day.

Pablo Escobar?

Where's felipo?

Felipo's been arrested.

Bullshit. Felipo works for me.

He used to work for you. Now he's going
to jail. What do you think about that?

- Do you know who you're talking to?
- — shut the fuck up.

- I wasn't talking to you.
- Relax, Gustavo, please.

Show some respect.

Now what's the problem,
Mr. Jose Luis?

How do you know my name?

You're colonel Jose Luis herrera.

And that's nacho ibarra.

There's Garcia, Lopez...

- Is that Pinilla?
- Yes, Pinilla.

- That's Pinilla. — yeah.

Pinilla...

And with Phillipe is esparanza.

I don't give a rat's ass.
Open the fucking trucks.

I don't have all day.

Open it.

Tell me something, Mr. Escobar.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

You don't even bother
to hide your contraband.

Because I pay for the privilege, colonel.

Oh, yeah? You don't say.

Where are your import papers?

You need papers for these TV sets.

Sorry, Mr. Escobar. We're not
medellin police making a shit salary.

- Look, brother, it's not for you.
- Then who?

It's for Carlitos.

Your son.

Wouldn't he like a TV in his room?

Hey, Pinilla!

Your daughterjust
got her driver's license, right?

I've got some car stereo systems in there
that are really cool. Real nice.

That friend of yours, Lopez...
He's got a wife that's really beautiful.

- Right? She's a fox.
- Yeah.

Your wife is gorgeous, brother.

What's she doing with a guy like you?

I think she deserves some jewelry, no?

Why don't I have my boys
drop off a few gifts?

Colonel, how is your mom doing?

- She just got out of the hospital, right?
- Yes, she's feeling better.

- Good. That makes us happy, right?
- Yes.

Gentlemen...

I'm going to tell you who I am.

I am Pablo Emilio Escobar gaviria.

My eyes are everywhere.

That means you guys
can't move a finger in all of antioquia

without me knowing about it.

Do you understand? Not a finger.

One day, I'm going to be
president of the republic of Colombia.

So look, I make deals for a living.

Now, you can stay calm
and accept my deal...

Or accept the consequences.

Silver...

Or lead.

You decide.

- Let 'em go. Let 'em 90.
- All right, then.

Yo, Pablo!

- This is Pablo.
- Hello.

- Nice to meet you.
- — Mateo moreno.

No, no, no.
"Cockroach" to my friends.

All right,
yesterday we were talking,

and I think this business
can make us a lot of money.

Explain.

Well... I get the paste in Peru.

I will handle
the chemical part of production,

and all the other details
in producing this exquisite white powder.

What I need from you
is to help me get it into Colombia.

Now tell him how much it costs.

In Chile, this little thing
costs ten bucks a gram.

- They sell it by grams?
- — yes, it's very good. Look...

You do a little bit, and in 20 minutes,
you want to do some more.

It's a digestive aid.
It makes you want to take a shit.

It's very clean, this stuff.
Want some?

If this is really that good
and we can make some money,

we can find room on our trucks.

We can sell it in Bogota', Barranquilla,
Cali, cartagena...

We're going to be rich.

- What did you say your name was?
- Cockroach.

Well look, cuca...

You don't have any vision,
my friend.

If it costs ten dollars a gram here...

Imagine how much
it will sell for in Miami.

I love that song.

Rodrigo! One more.

Back then, Miami was a paradise.

I signed up for the sand,
surf and women.

In '79, the bad guys I was chasing
wore flip-flops.

DEA! Stop!

I was a young DEA agent,
partnered with my buddy, Kevin Brady.

Kevin was a little slow afoot.

Why you running, huh?

What you got? What is this? Huh?

What is that?

That right there...
That's a goddamn promotion.

Let's go celebrate.

- Whoo!
- Look at that.

Go! Go! Go!

How you like me now?

How much money you owe me?

What happened to the money
you owed me last week?

That's right, that's right.

All right.
All right, who do we pick?

How 'bout her?

No, no, no,
we gotta fuck with him.

- Yeah, let's mess with his head.
- Um...

Oh, right there.
See her? At the bar?

- Which one?
- Blue top, blond hair. That's his type.

- Oh! Strike!
- — she's hot.

- All right.
- Whoo!

Murph! Sparrow, three o'clock.

Hey, while you were walking back,
she was checking your ass out.

Oh, she was checking out your ass.

Get the fuck outta here.
Come on.

Listen, she eye-fucked you
the entire time you were bowling.

She was. She was eye-fucking you.
The entire time.

I'm serious, I'm serious. Look at her.

- Uh-huh. That's his type.
- Talking about the blond one?

No, the other one.
Of course the blond one.

She's the hottest one there.
She's your type.

You dicking me around?

Fuck it, I'm going in.

- Go get her.
- Mm!

- Yup.
- Hey, while you're up there,

get us another pitcher, will ya?

- Pace yourself.
- Look at him. Look at his swagger.

How you doing?

Busy.

I just said, "look, if you don't
wanna be there, you don't have to be.

No one's forcing you to do anything."
So, I don't know...

Yeah, those bastards got me.

But I couldn't let it end like that.

Excuse me.
See those guys over there?

Uh, they're fucking with me.

Telling me you were checking out my ass,
and who checks out a cop's ass, right?

You're a cop?

Not a cop, actually. I'm DEA.

Drug enforcement?

So you're the one
making pot more expensive.

Come on, why don't you do me a favor?

I wanna show these guys up.
Why don't you, uh...

Give me your phone number?

How about a fake number?

That'll work.

Hey, buddy, you got a pen?

- I'm sorry for the trouble.
- Sure.

Have a good night.

Aah...

Shot down!

- Where's the pitcher at?
- The pitcher? Oh, I...

I didn't make it back
with the pitcher.

I just came up with this and
I couldn't read it. What does that say?

- Read it and weep!
- Aw... gimme that.

How much did that cost you?

- That's your handwriting.
- It's not my handwriting!

I figured, what the hell.

Worst that could happen,
I'd wake up some grandmother in boca.

Hello?

So it wasn't a fake.

I thought you might figure it out.

After all, you're DEA.

And just like that... she had me.

The minute Pablo laid his eyes
on the paste-processing labs in Peru,

cocaine had him.

It's been a while.

These are my friends,
Pablo and Gustavo.

Would you like a little coffee?

Yeah, a coffee?

Yes, a coffee.

- How about you, Pablo?
- No.

You sure?

My factory is small,
but highly productive.

Look. For crushing the leaves, I like to
use children because of their tiny feet.

Little magic leaves.

The kerosene
separates the drug from the leaf.

Over here, the sulfuric acid
distills and distills it.

Then you cut it,
and mix it with gasoline.

Then, basically, you pull the merchandise
out of the liquid.

Let it dry, dry, dry.

You use ammonia to get the paste.

And here it is.
It's pasty... but pure.

Here is the prize.

It's like the kitchen in your house.

Like baking a cake.

Only a much better cake
than you've ever had.

Look, an old press, an antique.

Now we put it in the oven.

Here's one.
The other will follow.

All natural, organic and healthy.
Very good.

Well...

- We'll take a kilo.
- A whole kilo. Perfect.

- No.
- You said a kilo.

We'll take five.

How do we get five across the border?

That's Gustavo's department.

This one has got a good engine.

I was taking a look at it,
and the best place to hide the merchandise

would be under the rear wheel well.

It's 22 and one half horsepower.

Is this easy to take off?

Don't worry about that shit.
I'll stick five kilos in there easy.

All right, all right.
I'll take three cars, please.

- Sure, when do you need them?
- Now, brother.

All right, we'll take the cars
and head back to the lab.

Why the fuck
are we going back to the lab?

Because there are four wheel Wells per car
and that's 20 kilos.

For three cars, that's 60 kilos.

So if it's nine dollars
profit per gram, what?

$9,000 per kilo.

$9,000 times 60...
The profit is $540,000.

That's it!

- Do you know how to drive, cockroach?
- — yeah.

Ok, Pablo and I drive fast.

That's half a million dollars... per trip,

using the same smuggling routes
he always used.

Easiest money he ever made.

Back in medellin,
Pablo didn't waste any time.

He bought a house
in his old neighborhood

and opened his first lab to turn
Peruvian paste... into cocaine powder.

How are you feeling, Gustavo?

All this smells like shit to me.

What an ignorant bastard.
It's like French cheese.

The stinkier, the better.

All right.

What about all these lights?

Is that to tip off the cops,
or what?

Just worry about transporting the stuff
and selling it.

I'm the artist here, clear?

Clear.

- Right?
- Yeah. Mm-mm.

It was a mom-and-pop operation,
so small they called it the kitchen.

But make no mistake,
it would change medellin forever.

You know the thing
that has me worried, Pablo?

Don't you think the workers
will choke with all that smoke?

Let's build them a chimney.

There you go.

Gentlemen, the first three?

If this business makes so much money,
why are you sending me coach?

We just started up.
We have to be careful with money.

- Don't be a dick.
- No, no, don't give me that dumb shit.

- Come on.
- How much can a first class ticket cost?

I don't know.
Why don't you buy it yourself?

Like her son, Pablo's mother
hermilda was very resourceful.

Hey, mom,
how much do you think we can fit in there?

- Around five kilos, honey.
- That much?

Trust me, pablito.

I love it. Let's do it.

- Pablo.
- Thank you, my love.

It's Gustavo.

Five kilos, right?

Pablo loved his young bride tata,
and she loved him.

He was a family man till the end.

The guy they got to wear the jacket
was the lion.

- Meet my friend.
- — hello, how are you doing?

Hey, Pablo, this is lion.

He was a friend of Gustavo's who'd
spent his childhood in the United States.

Says he wants to fly first class.
It's not like we're rich, right?

Pablo Escobar gaviria.
How are you?

- Lion.
- — pleased to meet you, lion.

Here's three.

We're going to need two more,
right, mom?

- That's right.
- Pablito...

Make sure it is not you
who wears it, ok?

Look, my love...
It won't fit me.

Try it on.

Come here.

Good, right?

- Two...
- Wow, it holds a lot!

Three.

- Two more.
- — got it. I'll be right back.

He looks really handsome,
doesn't he?

Listen, lion,
that jacket fits you very nicely.

Yeah. Excuse me, ma'am, can you adjust
the jacket a little bit here in the back?

- Aah! — listen to this guy.

He looks very handsome, son.

Like a fag model, isn't that right?

The lion was one of the first guys
to ever bring coke into Miami.

Welcome to the United States.

Thank you. Have a great day.

Next, please.

His contact was a crazy nut job
named Carlos lehder,

half Colombian, half German,
and 100 percent playboy.

Big fan of John Lennon and Adolf Hitler.

Go figure.

Back in '79, this piece of work
was flying bales of grass up from Colombia

on a fleet of small planes.

- What's up?
- What's up, son?

- Welcome.
- Thanks a lot. How are ya?

- Everything good?
- Everything's good.

What the hell are you doing
with a jacket on?

You like my jacket, brother?

I got it in Colombia and look,
it has a little gift.

I was in jail for a while, remember?

I saw this shit there.
It's pure poison.

What you got there
is the perfect product.

Pablo says the gringos
will fall in love with this shit.

It's gonna fuck up their brains,
that's for sure.

Yes, sir.

Here you go.

Go on. There are five kilos.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna get anotherjacket,
brother.

We'll meet at the same time tomorrow,
all right?

The lion made more than 20 flights
between medellin and Miami.

Drugs in, cash out.

And the rich and famous in Miami
snorted every single gram of it.

And in no time,
Pablo had to replace his cars with trucks.

Gustavo had the trucks
filled to the brim with potatoes,

the major item
Colombia imported from Peru.

He didn't even have to bribe the cops.

The coke paste
was hidden in the spare tires.

Each tire could fit about 20 kilos.

Ten trucks, 20 kilos each,
going back and forth every day...

You do the math.
No way the lion could transport it all.

Pretty soon,
the lion had to come up with new ways

to smuggle the drug to Miami.

The briefcase doesn't have a false bottom?

You guys are pilots,

so you can get this stuff by
without a problem.

Look, it's $150,000 per kilo,
so whatever you want.

We'll take four.

All right, much better.

Take these two and tell Jairo
to give you two more. All right?

- All right.
- Perfect. Thank you very much.

- See you later.
- Later.

Come in, please.

Look, here are the packets.

You take a packet...
You dip it in the oil and swallow it.

Easy, right?

You swallow 50,
and I pay you $10,000.

All right?

But with you two,
we have a problem.

You girls are pregnant, right?

That's good, because us customs
won't search pregnant women.

You two can easily swallow 70
instead of 50.

And I'll pay you $15,000
to help you with the kids.

All right? All right. Perfect.

During the early '808,
most flights out of Bogota'

had several mules on them.

They didn't even know about each other.

And you know what?

Getting in was easy, because nobody
worried about cocaine in america.

All we cared about was grass.

Pretty soon, cocaine was hidden in
almost every legitimate Colombian export.

Fish, coffee, flowers, rubber hoses...
Anything.

But even that didn't do it.

The real game changer was filling
lehder's planes with coke instead of weed.

Do you trust this guy?

I don't know.
He was in prison in the United States.

- So is he gay or what?
- Oh, for sure he's gay.

But he's got good routes.

- Amigos!
- Hello, Carlos.

Gustavo gaviria,
nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.
- My cousin.

Pablo Emilio Escobar gaviria.
Nice to meet you.

- Cousin? Nice to meet you.
- How was your flight?

Smooth.

Let's get down to business.

The lion tells us you've been transporting
a lot of marijuana in your plane.

- That's true.
- — about how much per flight?

- How far?
- Miami.

- Somewhere around 1000 kilos.
- — 1000 kilos?

Counting the gasoline.

Carlos...

Yes?

What if we take out the seats,
the carpet and all the other crap

and only leave space for the pilot?
Can you fit more?

We'll leave the engine, right?

How much more?

About... 300 more.

All right then, Mr. Carlos.
Let's take a walk.

Within months after meeting cockroach,

Pablo was establishing the first dedicated
narco routes from Colombia to america.

It was a real milestone
in the story of narcotics, folks.

Then Pablo closed the kitchen
and started opening cocaine labs

in the middle of the jungle.

Under the canopy cover
of the Colombian rainforest,

he could expand his production capability
indefinitely without anybody noticing it.

We brought you a little present.

Brazilians.

Best asses in the world,
believe me.

No, I'm not feeling well.

- What's up, cuca?
- Hello.

Hey, Gustavo.

What the fuck is up with you guys?

You're flying around in planes...

- While I'm rotting here in this jungle?
- Look, cuca...

Look, let us explain what we have to—-

wait.

From now on,
in all of my labs...

I'll build a large house
with air-conditioning, with a pool...

- And whores from Brazil.
- And whores from Brazil.

- Just for you.
- One problem.

These are my labs. Mm?

Relax.
No one's arguing with you.

Come show me the production
and we'll talk later.

Pablo couldn't hide his success
from his friends.

They were violent, crazy and filthy rich.

Guys used to getting what they want,
one way or another.

How something like this
can make so much money!

Now I ask myself...
If I should get involved with this.

What do you think, Pablo?

I heard the "potato" business
is like the "egg" business.

I wouldn't get involved.

Look, man,
I took a good look at the market.

Importing potatoes from Peru is easy.

- Of course. Same old contraband routes.
- Mm.

Be careful, guys. If we all start
buying potatoes at the same time,

the Peruvians will raise the price.

They also grow potatoes in Bolivia.

We can reduce the cost of
the refining process if we buy together.

Well, guys, the hard part
is getting the merchandise to Miami.

You need a lot of creativity for that.

How much would you charge us
to be "creative"?

You deliver the product to me, labeled.

I will take it to Miami
and deliver it to your contact there.

Better yet, lehder will do it.

I'll charge 35 percent of the sales value,

but I'll insure the safety of your load
up to 50 percent of the value.

The potato business is ours.
We don't need-...

Deal?

Sounds good to me.

All right,
I will create my own routes

and stop using your services
as soon as possible. Ok?

We expect nothing less, gonzalo.

Partners?

We know your policy toward partners.

Let's just call us...

"Friendly associates."

To Miami.

To Miami!

When istarted, a one-kilo
grass bust was cause for celebration.

And before long,
we were seizing 60 kilos of coke a day.

We thought we were
making a huge difference.

Truth is,
we weren't even making a dent.

They let us have 60
so they could bring in 600.

Pablo's coke flooded in.

It didn't take long
for Miami to get addicted.

And I mean that.

It was like the whole city was
running around trying to get this shit.

And with the money...

Came the violence.

The hippies had been
replaced by Colombians,

and these guys didn't wear flip-flops.

The Miami coroner
said Colombians were like Dixie cups.

Use 'em once,
then throw 'em away.

The dade county morgue couldn't
fit all the bodies from the drug war.

They had to rent a refrigerated truck
from a local company

to hold all the extra corpses.

That was the first person I ever shot.

A teenager not old enough
to buy a six-pack.

Hey... it was self-defense.

- Kevin called you?
- He's worried about you.

Did he forget to tell you
the kid was 17?

He sells drugs, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, then fuck him.

What happened?

- Coming through!
- — I was about to finish my shift

when we got hit
with the lights and sirens.

Stay with me.

I have an unconscious pregnant female.

Paramedics said she collapsed
after she got off her flight.

By the time she got to us,
she was barely breathing.

- Pressure 60 over 40.
- Dilated pupils, rapid pulse.

I knew she'd overdosed on cocaine...

But she had no residue on her nostrils,
no injection marks.

We did everything we could.

She died in the er.

We tried to save the baby...

The baby died in my hands.

I'm so sorry.

She was body-packing
11 ounces of cocaine.

Two of the pellets split open.

Twelve grams in her bloodstream.

No one survives that.

Why won't Pablo ever see me?

I spent all this time
waiting around for him.

Tell me something, cockroach.

Did you ever think
you were going to have this much money?

Fuck the money.
I'm talking renegotiation.

If it wasn't for me, you two
would still be smuggling cigarettes.

Let me give you a piece of advice.

Never say that to Pablo.

He's not as forgiving as I am.

Pablo was fucking cockroach over.

But cockroach
should've listened to Gustavo.

Instead, he found another way
to get his fair share.

Stop!

What do you have in the spare tires?

390 kilos, Pablo. We lost it.

Gustavo, what do you mean
"we lost it"?

Just what I said, we lost it.

We lost it? Ltjust disappeared?
Into thin air or what?

Don't mess with me, Pablo.
We lost it.

It looks like the cops must have stopped
the guys when they were leaving lpsalia.

We've paid every cop
from here to lpsalia.

So how did we lose a load, brother?

It looks like colonel herrera
suddenly turned honest.

Know what I mean?

And how much is he asking?

Too much.

What are you going to do?

Come back, Pablo.

Don't go and risk it for this asshole.
Come back.

Where are you going, Pablo?

Pablo?

What's going on, brother?

Mr. Escobar...

- We need to renegotiate.
- Eat shit.

Eat. Shit.

What if I shot you in the head?

Are you sure about this, colonel?

He hasn't stopped laughing
since we arrested him.

We're das, ibarra.

What's that faggot gonna do?

There we are.

No, lower, lower.

Not that low.

Ready.

Another one, another one.
I'm ready.

Pablo didn't know it then...

But this mug shot was gonna cause him
a lot of grief down the line.

Remove the handcuffs.

You can go now, officer.

Sit down, Mr. Pablo.

We counted more than 300 kilos
in those trucks.

That's a street value
of over four million dollars, Mr. Escobar.

And you only gave us $150,000.

Well, that's what we agreed upon.

You know something?

I make deals for a living.

Now you can either accept my deal
or accept the consequences. You decide.

Or we can renegotiate,
come to an agreement,

and everyone goes home happy.

Deal?

I'll give you one million dollars...

Under one condition.

What is it?

Someone in my organization
gave you the street value of my cocaine.

Otherwise, how would you know?

Give me a name...

And you won't have
to split the cash with him.

Turns out cockroach was a real cockroach.

Not only did he sell Pablo
to the authorities,

he was stealing from him all along
and selling his coke in Miami, too.

Cockroach's dealer was German zapata,
a Colombian with a plumbing business

that served as a front
for his cocaine operation.

He had 1200 keys in the Van...
And guess who was buying the load?

The plan was to trade vehicles,

and zapata would be arrested
once he left the port.

1200 kilos.

That would get us
on the cover of the Miami herald.

Ok, gringos.

How's the plumbing business?

Fine.

- How's it look?
- Plumbing business is very good.

Come on, amigo. I'll show you.

Everything was going perfect.

Like I said, amigo...
100 percent pure.

Except that Pablo was onto cockroach.

Got a full load here, murph...

Don't move! Don't move.

Don't move! Don't move.

Get down!

Hands! Down!

Don't look at me.

Fucking...

In the case of
the state of Florida v. Juan Diego Diaz,

after taking into account
all due considerations,

bail has been set at two million dollars,
or a bond of $200,000.

I got to the courthouse early
the day of la quica's trial.

My testimony was gonna
put that bastard on death row.

The us district attorney said la quica
met his bail of two million dollars,

paid by a wire transfer from, well...
Why don't you take a guess?

La quica boarded
and was back in medellin by midnight.

From '79 to '84,
there were 3,245 murders in Miami.

And outside the tourist bureau
and the cops,

no one much cared about that.

What got the us government
to take notice was the money.

Billions of dollars a year,
all flowing from the us to Colombia.

And that... america couldn't take.

A group of powerful businessmen
went and met with President Reagan.

They were terrified the narco economy
would sink the real economy of Miami.

Or... maybe they were pissed off
that they weren't getting a cut.

Whatever it was, the businessmen
came at just the right time.

It's back-to-school time
for america's children...

It was time for america
to suit up against a new enemy.

Drugs are menacing our society.

They're threatening our values
and undercutting our institutions.

They're killing our children.

It was classic Reagan.

Folksy, direct and tough.

He vowed to go after drugs
at the source.

But it was Nancy who stole the show.

So to my young friends out there,
life can be great.

But not when you can't see it.

So open your eyes to life, to see it
in the vivid colors that god gave us

as a precious gift to his children.

Say yes to your life.

And when it comes to drugs and alcohol...
Just say no.

No, no, no! No, Pablo, no, no!

No, no!

They say when a nuclear holocaust
destroys the world,

only the cockroaches will survive.

Leave that piece of shit there.

I guess they were wrong.

During his career,
Pablo would kill over a thousand cops.

But I wouldn't learn that fill later.

My dad volunteered to fight
in world war ii because of Pearl harbor.

But you think he knew anybody in Hawaii?

No way.

He was a West Virginia farm boy,
but these fuckers stepped on our soil.

So he laced up his army boots
and went to fight.

It was his duty.

Cocaine in Miami?

Kilos from Colombia?

This was my war.

This was my duty.

And I was ready to fight it.

And my wife was ready
to fight it with me, too.

Your ticket, please.

We had no idea
what we were in for.

One year later... all that patriotic
bullshit was right out the window.

Ok, man, what do we got?

- We got poison...
- Excellent. Who else?

We got lizard.

We got, we got...

- Big badmouth.
- That motherfucker.

- Thank you for the gift, agent.
- No problem.

If there's one thing
I've learned in the narco world,

it's that life is more complicated
than you think.

Good and bad...
They're relative concepts.

In the world of drug dealers,
you do what you think is right...

And hope for the best.

Look at what happened, boss.

They killed poison at la dispensaria.

- Who did it?
- I think it was carrillo.

And there was a gringo DEA agent
taking pictures.

- Raise the bounty.
- — on carrillo, sir?

I'll pay half a million
for the head of a DEA agent.

Half a million?

Do it.

As you wish, sir.

Fucking gringos.