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Although inspired by true events, this is fiction.

Similarities to real people are coincidental.

Marina Montoya's body is found in a mass grave after her execution.

In a statement, the Extraditables admit to having executed the hostage.

Will Escobar kill the hostages one by one?

Will the police call the next shot?

The hostage's families can only wait

and mourn their dead.

Mother,

we are here today because we value your existence.

We have suffered your absence

from the first day of your abduction.

We weren't there to hear you.

We weren't there to embrace you.

I don't know what we'll do without you.

I...

God, give her eternal rest.

Glory to God and may she rest in peace.

Amen.

I never wanted to push them away.

Who?

My kids.

I pushed them away.

Beatriz, you have to talk to them. Tell them they mean everything to me.

I've been so stupid, Beatriz. You have to tell them.

You're going to tell them.

We're going to get out.

-I'm not getting out alive. -Yes.

We'll get out together.

You'll see your kids.

I'm going to have mine.

I'm deeply sorry.

I'm so sorry, Alberto. Excuse us.

Hey, man.

Hey, Gorila, you know what?

I need to call my old lady.

Do you think this is a phone booth?

Just a minute, man.

Just one minute.

Last time you took too long.

-One minute! -All right.

Hello?

-Hello. -Jesús Albeiro, is that you?

Hi, Mom. Yes, it's me.

I've been meaning to call you.

Calling to see if your mother was alive or dead?

Come on, Ma. I never forget.

Did you get the money? The money I sent?

How ungrateful.

I can't live off crumbs.

Listen, Mom.

This Sunday I'll come home and give you more.

We've got him.

Daddy wants some milk for his daughter.

It's all good.

Give me your blessing, Mom.

Hello?

Mom! Hello?

NEWS OF A KIDNAPPING

So you're not going to eat?

Hey!

Escobar knows you want an interview.

Who did you speak to? Escobar?

I can't tell you.

I brought you something.

Pray and it will come true.

Come on, there's chicken.

Thank you.

All good.

Eat your food.

You should use the money you make here to study, Diez.

This life is not for you.

Yeah, right, with all my mom's medical expenses?

Is your mom sick?

Yes.

What does she have?

She has diabetes.

My mom has diabetes too.

Really?

What medicine does she take?

It's called... Thiazolidinedione.

I know it, but it's not good.

I'll write down what my mom takes for you.

Tell me. I have a good memory.

You won't forget?

No. What's it called?

Oral meglitinide.

-Meglitinide? -Oral.

I'll remember. Oral meglitinides.

Doesn't your dad help with your mom?

What's with all the questions today?

You're talkative today.

So, then tell me why your dad hasn't done anything for you.

I only see your mother.

But your dad doesn't say anything, does he?

Before, everything was like that, presidents and stuff.

They don't get it.

I can defend myself.

All right then.

What did you talk to Escobar about?

If you give me that bread.

Sit with me.

Awesome.

Thank you.

Don't feel bad. My dad was no saint either.

He would come home drunk every night

and hit my mom.

Until one day I filled him with holes.

I believe I saved my mom's life,

but she thinks I destroyed it.

You know?

Here, it's for you.

What will happen to them?

The same as Marina?

Do you have juice?

I'll get some.

I need four, got it?

And in national news, Colombia is plunged into total lethargy.

Neither the judiciary, the legislature nor the constituent assembly,

let alone the executive branch, dare to make a move.

The Extraditables are the only ones who are determined and don't hesitate

to bribe, threaten and kill whoever is necessary to achieve their goal.

In this climate of terror, some have refused to discuss extradition.

Excuse me.

Let's see.

Fourth note in the musical scale?

Fa?

Very good.

Thank you very much.

Negro or Monje, do you guys know about chemistry?

What's Sodium on the periodic table?

-"Na," I think? -Dinner.

Monje will like this one.

"A person who is very old."

Five letters and it ends with an Y.

"Crabby"? Like us.

"Fogey."

Right, Monje?

"Fo-gey." It has five letters.

It's time for a walk, fogey.

No thanks, I don't want to. I'm going to eat.

I said I didn't want to.

Come on, woman.

You don't tell me what to do.

Pass me the black shoes.

-If you want, I'll go with you. -What for?

I'm not going anywhere. Leave me here.

-I'm not going. -Come on.

-Come on. -Let go of me.

Oh yeah?

Put on your shoes.

No, please.

Easy, please.

Damaris, go inside.

Go around that thing ten times.

See, you piece of shit?

Thought the rich would rule forever?

But the party's over.

Are you just playing dumb?

Move. We don't have all night.

Stand up.

No.

You haven't been for one.

I don't want to walk.

I'm going to hurt myself.

I don't give a damn.

-I'm not going to go. -Move.

No.

Do it. Move.

We got him, sir.

Hey, what's up?

-Keep an eye on it, thanks. -All right.

Coming, coming.

What's up, Ma?

So this asshole finally decides to show up.

Yeah, okay, Mom.

Look, I brought you the pills that I promised you.

Here.

Check it out.

They're the wrong ones.

Mom, I brought you the good kind.

Come on, Mom. Listen.

You know what?

These are what Mrs. Nydia uses, President Turbay's wife.

Do you know her?

No need to ask how you two met.

What else did you bring?

The usual.

Look. But...

you have to make it last until they let me come again.

And some money to put floors in this filthy house?

First we need to put money into your health and then,

both things.

Or are you seeing someone?

No, Mom.

Actually,

I think I want to study.

Oh, my God!

You want to study?

What are those cops doing here?

-Fuck! -Jesus! What's going on?

-It's okay. -What are they doing here?

Keep quiet!

-Get out. -Fine. I'm going.

I don't want trouble!

They followed you here, idiot!

Tell them I have nothing to do with this shit.

Okay, okay.

It's okay.

Stand up.

Get up.

Take him away.

Take him.

I'm not involved.

Take her too.

Come on, let's go.

I'm just a sick and lonely woman!

Shall we go on, Diana?

We have to focus the interview on those three points.

The Extraditables, the abuse of public force

and the process of surrendering Escobar to justice.

Shit, they found us!

Everyone prepare! Gorila, get the woman!

Get your things! Everyone move!

What happened?

We're leaving.

No! Where are you taking us?

Take it easy!

Calm down.

What's up?

Come on, move it.

I'm not leaving.

You don't decide, just move it.

No. Where are you taking us?

You're not going?

Move it, you bitch!

Move it! Move it!

Let's get out of here. Everyone to the hills.

Go on. To the hills.

Go to the hills.

Let's go!

Let me go!

Simón!

I'm coming.

If you don't move, that scum will get us.

Put the hats on them.

Put the hats on.

Come on.

Get up.

Get down.

Cover me.

Cover me!

Move forward!

Form up!

Get down. Let's go get them.

Don't lose sight of them.

Go, go, go.

Go!

Cover me!

Get down!

I can't take it anymore.

-No, they'll kill us here, go. -I can't.

Quickly!

Come on.

It hurts.

Run, run, run!

Farewell, my friend.

This way! Quick!

-Don't let go. -It hurts.

Let's go.

Come on, Diana.

Simon, they left us alone.

Come on.

Diana!

Simón.

What happened?

What happened?

I'm hit.

Go, run fast.

Relax.

Take off...

Take off that hat.

Look at me, daughter of the president.

This accountant's son says you're get out of here alive.

Run.

It's okay.

Check them.

Move forward.

Medic here!

We're going home. Home, Diana.

Get him out. He knows what to do.

Come on.

Get him out.

Hold on, you'll be fine. See you there.

See you there.

I'll see you there.

You won the prize, kid.

We're releasing you.

Go on, run.

Where to?

To your house,

or wherever.

No, man.

If I run, you'll gun me down.

Many have survived. So many of them.

You never saw The Terminator?

Come on!

Excuse me.

Press over here.

Over here, please.

What are you doing here?

You went to the trouble of coming to Medellin to justify the unjustifiable?

You promised that you wouldn't attempt a rescue mission.

If Diana dies, it's your fault. You're responsible.

You're the one negotiating with criminals.

We no longer know who the real criminals are.

Mrs. Nydia, I'm so sorry.

My girl.

My sweet girl.

Oh, Mom.

Your feet.

You are very brave.

I am very proud of you.

And she is of you.

You walked wounded

Brokenhearted

Can I remember you?

Sorrow, sorrow

Of your lips

Where, my love?

Sorrow, sorrow

Of your lips

Where, my love?

Where, my love?

Where, my love?

What happened?

I wonder what happened.

Why?

The bells haven't stopped ringing, do you hear them?

I don't know.

It's because Diana Turbay was killed.

What?

She was killed? Who killed her?

-You're so nosey. -What did they do to her?

Stop being nosey.

Okay, kid.

We pray for the woman who knew the noble mission of journalism,

and as a pedagogue in the midst of life's events

was able to find her inner strength...

...working hard to establish peace among us.

We pray for Diana and ask God to give strength to her husband,

her children,

her parents,

siblings, and other friends.

What are you doing?

But we can't, in our grief...

Go play.

What are you doing?

I don't want Leider here anymore.

Go and play.

You know you can't take him.

I won't let my son see them kill those women.

These bastards have had not one bit of compassion with those women

and if we leave, they won't have any with you, or me, or with the boy.

Sit down and let's have a drink.

Damaris!

Don't be a bitch.

If you leave here they'll kill me.

Hey, what's this?

We're going to stay with a relative.

No, ma'am.

You don't call the shots.

All right.

Take the boy and come back.

Look, you son of a bitch.

I make the decisions for my family.

Don't be a fool.

I know we're messing with your family.

But that's how it is.

Elías!

Stay still, motherfucker.

Son of a bitch!

-You bastard! -You want more?

What's wrong...

Enough, Monje!

I hope they kill each other.

They screwed up my life.

Go on, Damaris. We'll be waiting for you.

Okay?

Let's go.

Oh, man.

You know what we need, Gorila?

An ass here.

To move like this.

Make it two.

Tocino!

Who is it at this hour, man?

Tocino!

Gorila!

Am I supposed to go downstairs?

Tocino!

Open the door, asshole! Go!

-I thought it was the asses. -Gorila!

Hey, remember. This is what keeps you alive.

Okay, fine.

I'll take care of him with my own hands.

What's up, you piece of shit?

Hey, dude.

Close the door, asshole.

You're the asshole, motherfucker.

The boss says not to worry.

He'll pay for the barbecue meat.

What's up?

-Have you seen the news? -Yes.

Dry?

Dry.

And how are you?

Dirty.

-Tired, confused. -Thanks.

Drinking too much.

Tell me something I don't know.

Thank you.

And you?

I'm fine.

Really?

I wish you'd come earlier, but, well...

I would have come every day.

-Sure. -Believe me.

Liar.

-Come here. -No.

You come here.

Please, no.

What's that?

Oh, I went out drinking?

Silly.

I'm very angry.

Silly.

Liar.

Please don't.

How many times have you read that book?

I don't know.

It's a nice novel.

Did you know I decided to break up with Alberto?

No.

And...

Does Alberto know?

No.

I wrote a letter for him, but...

I didn't want him to convince me with that killer smile of his.

So?

Do you regret it?

Maybe.

What can I do? My favorite hobby is scaring Alberto and my kids away.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Coffee?

No, I have so much to do.

So do I, but we can have a cup of coffee.

Yes?

All right.

Thank you.

So we sleep together and you don't want to say hello?

I'm sorry.

I have a thousand things on my mind.

You were restless last night.

Did you have a nightmare?

I'm living a nightmare.

Let me help you.

Maruja knows everything.

Everything?

Almost.

I suppose you told her that the two of us didn't mean anything.

Rest assured that you were never mentioned.

Good morning, Miss.

Francisco Pardo, pleased to meet you.

Did something happen?

No, don't worry. There's no news.

Mr. Gaviria wants to see you.

If he wants to see me, tell him to come here.

Seriously?

I hope this is important.

I need a favor, please come.

A favor.

Me?

You do me a favor and tell me what happened to Diana Turbay.

I was informed of clues that Escobar was in the Copacabana area.

I never authorized a mission.

Then they made you look like a fool, Mr. President.

There was one.

Now Mendoza washes his hands, fires a few officers.

Alberto, I can't do anything else.

I can't kick him out.

I need someone at the forefront in the fight...

Sure, award them for their services.

What can I do for you, Mr. President?

Come, so I don't get killed.

You're the only one who dared tell the president what I think of him.

President,

I appreciate your good judgement in not trying to embrace me

at the funeral.

That would have been unbearable.

Mrs. Nydia, I fully understand your state of mind.

Under these circumstances, I would be demanding answers too.

That's why I'm here.

Because you have every right to know the details of the operation.

You know, President, orchids live with very little.

Little light,

little water, little fertilizer.

I have one in my garden that is 40 years old.

Diana's age.

You should see it.

It's beautiful, healthy,

full of flowers.

I want to ask you one favor.

I hope that Diana's death

means that no more Colombians have to bear

the pain that I feel right now.

I wanted to show her this.

It's decree 303.

It modifies the others.

It clears the obstacles for them to surrender.

I'm passing the ball to the thugs.

With this, they have no excuse to avoid trial here.

That's all I can do.

Obstacles are lifted for the surrenders of drug traffickers

Jorge Luis and Juan David Ochoa, who will be tried and sentenced in Colombia,

instead of being extradited to the USA.

"I have decided to surrender independently,

in the hope that this procedure will help find a civil and Christian solution."

The sentence is expected to be around eight years,

reduced to four years with good behavior.

By the characteristics of the charges, the Ochoa's assets will not be at risk.

These include 56 ranches, scattered throughout the country.

They will also continue to run their businesses from their cells,

at Itagüí prison.

I thought we'd meet at Itagüí prison.

I'm always over there, man.

But I was neglecting the animals here.

As you know, Don Fabio, your sons will not be extradited.

They can be tried in Colombia.

May God bless you, my son.

It means Escobar can count on the same guarantees.

As long as he surrenders now.

-Yes, sir, he already knows. -Good.

Well, now I need Maruja, Beatriz and Pancho Santos to be freed.

Well, that was the news I had for you.

Pablo is organizing an operation to free the hostages.

At the right time.

So get ready, you'll get your other half back.

Excuse me, Don Fabio.

I have to tell my son.

Yes, of course.

Translated by Victoria López Pájaro

Creative Supervisor Rodrigo Toscano