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An original series inspired by reality, not by real names, facts, or characters.

Any resemblance or similarity with reality is pure coincidence.

DANIELA LEÓN FOR PRESIDENT LEADER OF TOMORROW

[engine sputtering]

[engine revving]

AUTO REPAIR SHOP

[honks]

[Apache] Hello, Don Jesús!

Look at this gem!

Bogotá's most popular family car.

It's only good for scrapping,

not even to sell the parts.

Don't talk like that about this car.

My daddy had one and we used to go on trips in it.

-Though ours was yellow. -Uh-huh.

[sighs]

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

♪ I woke up today in another place ♪

♪ I feel the craving The need ♪

♪ To tell who I am ♪

♪ So I won't die ♪

♪ So I won't forget ♪

♪ That life is a little breath Of freedom ♪

♪ I'm an adventuress ♪

♪ Like a lonely dawn ♪

♪ And my hungry voice is not afraid ♪

♪ To sing for my freedom forever ♪

♪ Breathing Breathing ♪

♪ My freedom ♪

[Navas on radio] I'll give loans with no interest rate,

and subsidies for the poorest.

And I will raise the minimum wage.

That's the only way we can promote small and medium size companies,

which are very much needed to strengthen the middle class.

The richer should pay more taxes once and for all.

[interviewer] To the same question, the candidate León replied:

[Daniela] I suspect candidate Navas mistook the rich for the middle class,

which is so important for the sustained strengthening of our economy.

The taxes he keeps talking about

would be a direct blow to the economy of the average Colombian household.

To tax the wealthy classes,

what is needed is a tightening of penalties for tax evasion

and greater control over capital flight to tax havens.

Hey, you old fuck! Didn't they teach you to knock?

What can I do? I don't trust you.

My dad told me I shouldn't trust anyone.

And you are just a tenant.

And with ginger hair? No fucking way.

What do you want?

I don't even visit my mom. Take a guess.

I paid you the fucking rent a while ago.

Last month, yes.

But I have some news.

It went up to 600,000 pesos.

Why the fuck would I give you 600,000 for this stinkhole, you fuck?

Precisely, since you are here, it's stinking badly.

And the cops felt the scent.

And they asked me about you.

And I shut up.

And silence is golden, little daddy!

I really don't have the money...

but I'll give it to you in about two days.

Two days?

Give me a day at least, man.

One day?

It's too much.

24 hours.

You prick.

[sighs]

These two might get me more money than that old car of yours.

And maybe someday you bring something better,

something I can sell. This isn't a parking lot.

Relax, man.

We'll make them brand new.

We can get about 100,000 or 120,000.

Each?

[scoffs] No.

For the lot.

Thank you, ma'am.

Pay, my son.

Thanks.

Where do you get the bikes? Kids in the neighborhood?

When I can.

Mugging them is pretty cool!

You feel a fucking rush.

It's like your heart is going to burst!

Yeah, I can imagine.

Like you know about this stuff, old man. [chuckles]

You have to think big, son.

Or you shouldn't overthink?

And besides...

you keep stealing old cars no one wants to buy!

[scoffs]

Listen, Freddy. I need you to steal the fucking bikes from rich kids!

That's where the money is.

I'll get them, but what about me?

What about you?

Aren't we partners?

You want your share? Bring me some shit I can sell!

And if you ever call me an old man again, I'll cut your fucking scrotum off.

[woman] Sure, man. My pleasure.

With ketchup? There you go.

[man] Here you go.

There's the ketchup.

[woman] Here you go. One with no ketchup.

[cell phone vibrating]

Who was that?

No one.

What do you mean, no one?

Who the fuck was that?

It was Apache.

[man on radio] Do you want to know what was going on in Venezuela?

Colombians were under attack, and from that point--

[Daniela] Venezuelans were under attack, too.

[man on radio] This condescending way of yours

of looking at Venezuelans does nothing but...

[static]

[Daniela] You're wrong--

[static continues]

[interviewer] Candidate Cardona.

[Cardona] I don't have the exact numbers, but rural poverty

is a direct result of the presence of guerrillas

-that won't surrender... -[static]

[Navas through static] Let me tell you that my dad taught me how to read.

Even 1% is an unacceptable figure.

I know how these people feel.

I am here so that universal education...

[Daniela] ...a country that is trying to leave conflict behind,

to overcome all those decades of war and pain

that have plunged us into underdevelopment and poverty.

And that does not allow us to advance!

When I suffered the second attempt on my life,

-I asked God to teach me forgiveness. -[knocking on door]

You listen to me, you motherfucker.

-Now you'll see. -[gun cocking]

[chuckles]

Happy birthday, neighbor!

[giggles]

What?

Don't you want some cake?

[breathing heavily]

[Apache sighs]

[woman] It's okay.

How did you know it was my birthday?

[giggles]

You fell asleep and you hadn't paid.

So I took some money from your wallet and I saw your ID.

But don't worry.

I just took what you owed me.

Mauricio.

Did you like it?

What did you wish for?

Good. Let's go!

Hey!

I just...

want to have a word with you.

I...

I want to tell you that I used to be like you.

I was the boss who got paid to let people work in the area.

What I mean, man, is you should use me.

I can be your teammate so you can win the race.

I want to win big.

-We know who you are. -[chuckles]

And you're lucky the boss

lets you work here.

So you should see all this as charity from us.

Keep obeying.

Payments on time.

Maybe one day...

we would have a spare bone.

And maybe we'll throw it at you.

[scoffs] Let's go!

It's so light, isn't it?

1,300 grams.

Just the frame.

-Really? -Yes, sir.

And...

are these all the race bikes you have?

Currently, yes.

But today some Italian bikes are flying in.

Carbon frame, cutting edge technology.

Ah.

How much are those?

Each of those bikes retail at 12 million pesos.

Just the frame.

[scoffs] So how much is this one?

-This one is 8 million pesos. -Ah.

-Just the frame, right? -Yes, sir.

-Okay, sir. -Thank you.

Hope you come back.

Are you still friends with

the idiot, just like you, who used to drive a truck?

Sure, that guy has a badass truck.

Tell him we're meeting at seven right here.

Today?

When do those bikes get here?

Tonight, in our warehouse.

-And where is that? -Right here.

If you want, tomorrow they'll be in the store...

so you can pick the one you want.

-I'll pass on that. -Are you sure?

-I'm sure. -All right.

-I'll take one with me. -Great. Looking forward to it.

Do you fucking have plans for tonight?

I want all the bikes. I'm not buying one.

Do you know what this is? Can you use this?

Of course, man!

It's just to scare them.

I'm going to give you 50%.

More money than you'll ever see.

It's a shitload of it.

Okay, shitface. See you here at...

At...

At seven, with the truck, your friend, and a gun.

And please, paint this.

Fix it up.

I want it done in yellow, like my dad's.

It's not scrap! Fuck you, Jesus, you prick!

It's not scrap at all.

[tires screeching]

[Freddy] We fucking made it.

Come on! It's going in okay.

Let's see, idiot.

Bring him here.

Sit him here. Sit him.

Come on. Quickly.

Sit him up.

[Apache grunts]

Your hands here.

Don't let the blood come out.

Look at me. You're not dying.

Put pressure on it, fuck! Squeeze hard.

Squeeze hard.

Get the bikes. Come on, man.

[grunts] Wait!

There you go!

[panting]

[Apache grunts]

This guy is done for.

Listen, Simoncho.

Let's get rid of John Freddy and the truck.

Leave no trace. Don't fuck it up, okay?

-What's this? -What, you bitch?

You want more money after the fuck up?

Let's see, man. Let's unload the bikes. Come on.

[man coughing]

[scoffs] This fucking guy.

My money.

Your money.

Does that little gun fire?

I know where to get a better piece.

But I don't know where you get the balls to use it.

So give me my money, right now.

The only thing I kneel to.

Money.

A year ago, they killed a hooker in this room.

Scumbags come here, they kill people...

they leave.

And I'm not fucking afraid.

[chuckles]

Good for you, my friend.

But do me a favor, friend.

Hmm?

Well...

No cops in the house.

Because if I see one...

you'll get an invite to your fucking mom's funeral...

and I'll accompany you.

Go.

[cell phone ringing]

Hello?

[Pibe] You made a mess in the neighborhood.

Hey, man. Um...

I'll fix that.

I'll make shit right.

[Pibe] The boss asked to see you tomorrow.

Wear a suit and a tie.

Yes... Hello?

Oh, shit.

[Myriam] Oh. It has a stain.

-No way. -Yes.

-How can it be stained? -It is.

-See? It's a small one. -Ah.

I'll clean that in a second.

Your shirt...

Let's see.

There it is.

Oh, no.

You need someone to take care of you, Mauricio.

Please don't call me that. I don't like that name.

Oh, it's sensitive!

What's your name, then? Isn't it Mauricio?

I think it's a beautiful name.

You shouldn't be ashamed of it.

[Myriam humming]

What are you looking at?

I can sense it here. What are you going to ask me?

Why do I do this? Why don't I do something else?

You want to save me?

Hmm?

It's just...

a woman at your age shouldn't be...

Oh, come on!

At my age?

Am I too old for you?

Don't you have fun with me?

[chuckles softly]

Well, it's not like that...

It's just...

I think you deserve a man who

respects you and stays with you for a long time.

-[sighs] -Have a child, if you can. Or cats.

I don't know.

What makes you think I never had that?

I could also think you are a family man.

I don't ask you about what you do.

That's who we are.

We're fine like this.

There's your shirt.

Please, do me a favor.

Don't treat me like a sad, old hooker.

Not you.

Hmm?

Thanks... for your help.

You owe me, Mauricio.

-I told you, don't call me that... -[Myriam mocks Apache]

Apache!

[indistinct chatter]

Sit down.

[grunting]

[waiter] Sir...

I'm sorry to tell you, but smoking isn't allowed here.

All drivers and...

bodyguards must remain in the parking area.

[man 1] So, how's everything?

The sights are all set up.

You can take the six anytime.

[man 1] Where do you keep them?

[man 2] In a very safe place.

-[man 1] In cool temperature? -[man 2] Yes.

It'll be six million dollars.

[man 1] That's not the price we agreed on.

There were 20, now there are six.

The price went up. That's how the market works.

We do have other clients.

[man 1] All right then.

-I'll see you the day of the deal. -[man 2 chuckles]

[man 1] It's a pleasure doing business with you.

[man 2] The pleasure was mine.

[snaps fingers]

[Pibe] Psst.

[snaps fingers]

[groans]

Boss...

This is Apache.

The one who filled my neighborhood with half the cops in Bogotá.

Take a seat.

Hmm.

[sighs] Well...

[clears throat] It's a great pleasure to meet you, sir.

You don't look like an Apache.

Well, first of all,

I want to thank you for the opportunity you gave me to talk to you.

Because as you have noticed, we are both big businessmen.

I have an organization that works all over the country.

It's also international.

So if we put your operation and mine together,

-we can probably cook up a very good-- -Last night...

you killed a guard who was about to retire.

And one of your men, too.

Two dead for a heist in a bike store?

We call that collateral damage.

But what will interest you is that I have 100 million pesos in merchandise.

[scoffs]

You're wrong.

-No, sir. I do have 100 million in bikes. -No, I have 100 million.

I let you come into my neighborhood.

And you abused my trust.

I let you in only because I know who you used to be.

But I feel sorry for you, Apache.

I had to clean up after your mess, man.

My man here, had to get rid of the body of that poor kid.

And some other idiot

who almost crashes a truck into the police station.

That's not good for business.

You're not good for business.

I'm asking you to give me an opportunity to show you how hardworking I am.

I'll give you an opportunity.

An opportunity to keep breathing.

You have 12 hours to get out of this city.

It's the only opportunity you'll get from me.

[sighs]

[grunts]

[sighs]

Hey!

So what?

So where is he? Is he paying his rent?

Do I look like a doorman? I'm a hooker, you know.

Yes, honey. I know.

Do me a favor.

If he comes to party, tell him that Pibe is looking for him urgently.

Don't you want a blow job?

Fuck off! You'll get me infected with some nasty shit.

Come on, you scumbag. I have a health certificate.

[man] This one is yours.

One with cheese, coming up. Here's yours.

One with cheese, coming up. We need more hot dogs.

[Apache] Can I get one with some eggs?

No.

[Chacho] I'm happy, Apache.

I like cooking.

We have new products.

In four months, we'll get a down payment

and they'll give us this hot dog truck.

This is not a country of opportunities, Chacho.

It's a country sold to the higgest bidder.

You are no one.

You are just another one in the crowd.

And we were in the jungle, shooting people.

We have fewer chances than everybody else.

What do you want? Do you want to raise your kids in poverty...

because their dad couldn't afford their education?

Because in this country, you have to pay to get an education...

and it's very expensive.

That's why I came to offer you a job, son.

A good business.

And you will get to buy that dream house...

the hot dog truck...

pay for your children's education...

and maybe even get a cat.

The important thing is to be at peace, Apache.

We are at peace.

We don't have much...

but we have what we want.

Hey.

You should put some eggs in there, son.

GET OUT, YOU FUCKING GUERRILLAS!!!

Fuck!

What are we going to do?

[Apache] "Get out, you fucking guerrillas".

People don't want us anywhere.

You fucking asshole!

It was the only thing we had!

-You motherfucker! -Hit me, China.

At least, admit it.

You burnt it, Apache.

Kill him, Chacho. Kill him.

Shoot me, son.

I burnt the fucking stand.

You know why?

Because I care a lot about you, China.

For our days in the jungle. How many operations together?

I don't want you eating shit like this.

Selling hot dogs? What is that, China?

How many hot dogs do you have to sell to buy that small truck, China?

And then how many years would you spend in the truck,

selling hot dogs to buy that dream house...

[breathing heavily]

...and pay your children's education?

And college?

Provide them with a good education?

What's your deal, Apache?

One last job.

I swear.

Cross my heart...

that you'll get so much fucking money, you'll be able to realize your dreams.

If you want, we won't work again. Or we would. As you like.

[laughs]

[Roman whistles]

Great swing. Good job, man.

And we're only warming up. [chuckles]

So, if I'm here,

it's because we're moving forward with the deal.

Of course, friend.

If you're good for the money, you can count on those missiles.

Of course I'm good for it. What are you saying?

My clients are straightforward.

Yes, of course.

What about the man who took the briefcase?

That slug is going down. Don't you worry about him.

He's a street hustler. He can't imagine what he has in his hands.

They better not fall in the hands of someone who knows.

They better not get stolen, you shitface.

Shitface?

[scoffs]

Not bad yourself. Good shot.

[chuckles]

Set up the meeting with your client.

I need a couple of days for that.

Hmm.

[groans] What the hell?

What the fuck is wrong is with you?

[Roman] Watch out what you're doing!

What's wrong with the people in this club? They're letting anyone in these days.

[Pibe] Boss...

Get down! Down!

What the fuck!

Very good, China. Hole in one.

[Apache] What's with this baby?

He's done for.

-[grunting] -[Apache laughing]

Thanks for the $6 million gift, son.

[panting] You're stealing those missiles by yourself?

You and what army?

With that pack of idiots?

You won't make it.

This is too big for you.

[sniffs]

You know why I don't look like an Apache?

Because Apache means "enemy".

And an enemy...

can be any motherfucker.

We're bringing this cocksucker with us.

All good?

Hold on.

[Apache groans]

I just wanted to give you this.

How come?

If I accept, will I never see you again?

Hmm?

Well, it's for you, so you find somewhere better to live.

Why do you want to stay with me?

Everyone around me has a rough time.

Take it.

[scoffs]

They are asking for you.

Shut my mouth with a bill.

-Otherwise... -Fuck off, you old shit!

-I'll shut you up when I kill you. -[straining]

I'm fucking done with your shit!

[man groaning]

[grunts]

You're not even worth it.

[breathing heavily]

You take care of Myriam! We clear?

[door closes]

What? Spit it out.

What's up with the missiles?

Well, that! Some missiles!

Something big that will get us paid big.

Yeah, but that sounds too big for just us.

What do you know about Yei Yei?

[Apache grunts]

[Chacho] Where to?

[Apache] To get this job done, son.

[engine revs]