All language subtitles for vmt-sinspapa-xvid

Ready.

Down! Piss off!

After Pablo Escobar's death,

his son, Juan Pablo, changed
his name to Sebastian Marroquin,

and moved to Buenos Aires.

After 12 years of living in exile,

this is the first time Sebastian
and his mother,

Maria Isabel Santos,
have decided to break their silence

and share their persona! mes.

This is my father
when he took his first Holy Communion.

I cherish this picture very much.

For me, it's like my company at night.
It sleeps with me.

Nobody would be able
to recognize the boy in the picture.

And I'd be able to show it
to all my friends hers

or anybody I knew.

It was like the only moment of honesty
I could share with my friends

when I showed them
the picture of my father,

and the only moment I didn't fear
my identity was discovered.

I don't ever tell anybody
who my father was

If they find out or ask me, we talk.

If they don't...

I'm nobody.

My father was considered
to be somebody

for his temerity,
for his fame, whatever.

He was the best at cheating.

The deception started right now.

If we planned
to play Monopoly at night,

he started cheating hours earlier.

He went or sent someone
to the game box to take bills.

He spread them around.

He knew were he would sit
at night in the living room,

so he'd put bills under the carpet,
the coffee table,

under the sofa where he'd sit,
next to him...

Of course, hours later, we sat down
and opened the box for the first time.

We handed out the bills and stuff
according to the rules of the game.

Everything was neat.

This man had terrible luck,
but he was always loaded with money.

I've learned a lot of things
from my father, a lot of nice things.

The most important one
is that if I want to live,

I have to do the opposite of him.

That was my lesson.

If I wanted to be dead,
and I would be already,

I would've followed his lead.

Sebastian was only 16 years old
when in December, 1993,

his father was killed in Medellin,

the city that had seen him grow up
and become powerful.

A female reporter
broke the news to Sebastian.

- Hello.
- Hello. Don't bug us now.

We're watching TV and think
the news about my dad is false.

The police has just confirmed it.

He was at the Obelisco Mall,
in the center of Medellin.

What was he doing there?

I don't know. The police
have just given an official report.

What a fucking day.

We don't wanna talk right now.

I am going to kill all of those
sons of bitches who killed him.

I'm going to kill them myself

Being part of this family,
I know that I, Pablo Escobar,

have lost the right
to get angry forever.

I shouldn't have gotten angry as I did.

I shouldn't have lashed out as I did
the day my father died.

In a violent situation like that,

any teenager could have reacted
the same way,

but I did, and being an Escobar,
that caused a great impact.

If they do something mean to me,
I can't get angry.

"You are Pablo Escobar's son,
so you are dangerous."

I'm not the right person to justify
my father's actions.

And I think every time
I try to get involved,

that's exactly when I go wrong
and start believing

it is me who has to account for
my father's actions.

It'd be really easy for us as relatives
to criticize Pablo Escobar, the person,

even more vigorously.

We'd befriend people more easily,
but that wouldn't be honest.

People cannot forbid us
to love my father.

They cannot deny we've had
an affectionate relationship with him,

an ordinary family relationship.

I think there's something
more important

than criticizing Pablo Escobar
so that people will like us.

I think we have to explore that story,

understand it from beginning to end,

and I think
we have to make society aware

so that it won't happen again.

Present

NAPOLES ESTATE

He had an encyclopedia of wildlife

from where he'd choose the animals
he wanted to have at the estate.

We arrived at immense green areas
where they'd have certain species.

We looked at them,
and he chose the ones he wanted.

I remember he told me,
"My partner will kill me

when he finds out l spent
$2 million buying animals."

There was a tremendous amount
of luxury at the estate.

We had everything.

There was nothing else
to spend the money on.

I think he was eager to spend money
for enjoyment, to amuse us.

But there came a time in life

when there were no more things
to be surprised about.

There was nothing else to buy.

He bought a macaw
for a million dollars.

And I bought a painting
for a million pesos.

I'd say to him,
"Listen, art remains alive,

however, a macaw will die."

Those were our arguments.

Those were my toys.

The little cars we used to compete with
down the house racetrack.

People think I was a spoiled rich kid,
and they are right.

I had everything.
I asked for something and got it.

That's how I was raised,
surrounded by excesses, by luxury...

In that incoherent world.

My father was at his peak
during my childhood.

Our visit to this unique place
has come to an end.

The philosophy behind
this fabulous estate

is based on the love for life.

It looks toward the future,

enhancing human quality,

preserving nature.

At that time,
cocaine was supposedly

the best thing
that could be happening to society.

It started to be considered
as something glamorous,

as something that had
to be followed like a fashion.

It was set.

But it was something global.

It didn’t just happen
in Colombian society.

For my father, working
was the easiest thing in the world

because he'd travel
and stay in the best hotel in Miami.

He'd rent two or three whole floors.

He made up
the Fredonia Petroleum Company.

It was a fantasy name of a town

where there's
no petroleum in Colombia.

He worked normally there.

He met people
and did everything he wanted

from the best hotel in Miami
in plain sight.

It was obvious he met with notorious
American gangsters.

It was absurd
for them to believe the company story.

However, they went unnoticed.

He entered the country with money.
He entered and left.

He declared it as his.

He entered with $4 million once,

on another occasion
with $700,000.

Nobody said anything to him.

They'd say, "Welcome to the U.S.,
Mr. Pablo Escobar."

He went there, bought stuff,
and did his business...

Legally, everything he did,
he did it using his name.

He didn't conceal his identity
to enter the U.S. with money

and buy property there.

Everybody dreams
of going to Disney.

The father became a child
in that park with Sebastian.

He went up in every roller coaster
even if he was scared to death of them

because he didn't like roller coasters.

But he did everything
he could to see Sebastian happy.

In the early '80s,
Escobar was at the top of the world.

He had the family
he had always dreamed of

and he was the boss
of the Medellin Cartel,

which controlled 80% of the world's
cocaine market.

Escobar was already
one of the richest men in Colombia.

He used part of his wealth
to help the less fortunate.

THESE ARE LONG-LASTING WORKS
THANKS...

His charity work included the building
of dozens of football fields.

You plan to build 50 fields.

Yes, in every municipality,
because we want them all--

every neighborhood,
no matter how marginal they are--

To participate in and benefit
from these programs.

Do you consider yourself
Antioquia's Robin Hood?

Not at all.

FOR WORKS THAT LAST
SPORTS YOUTH

-CONGRATULATES PABLO ESCOBAR
- But it's a very interesting name.

Those who know Robin Hood's story

know perfectly well that he fought for
and defended the poor

His most ambitious project

was the construction
of hundreds of houses

destined for families who lived
in a municipal dumpster

The complex, known as
Barrio Pablo Escobar, still exists.

There are more
than 5,000 people living here.

Of course, we're very grateful
to our fellow Pablo Escobar Gaviria.

We believe we'll be very happy
as of March.

We'll be transferred
to La Milagrosa then,

and we'll feel very happy.

What else could a man
who had discovered a magic formula

to make money dedicate himself to?

How could he get more power

than the power money
was already giving him?

I think that's when he decided
to get involved in politics...

To get the power from the masses.

Today, we're the new political force
of the department.

We're the liberal hope
of the Antioquian people.

Escobar had even bigger plans.

He wanted political power

That's why he decided to support
the recently formed party

New Liberalism,
funded by Luis Carlos Galan

and Rodrigo Lara Bonilla.

Soon after Sebastian agreed
to be part of this project,

we traveled to Bogota
to meet Rodrigo Lara.

Twenty-five years earlier,
his father had been

the first to publicly condemn Escobar.

I never talk about my father in public.

It's very weird. I mean, I talk
about my father because I have to.

It takes a very special setting
for that to happen.

He used to say that they, Galen and he,
went to Middle Magdalena.

He told me they didn't understand
why they received so much support,

why there were so many people
so eager to support them

when they'd never set foot
in those municipalities before.

They didn't understand why.

I told him that it was a great success,
the campaign had a great impact.

So they started asking people
who the political leader

that brought them there was.

"That's Pablo Escobar.
He tells us to vote for you.

Pablo's generous.
He gives us fridges and money."

They wondered
who this Mr. Pablo Escobar was.

They cared about him so much.

He told me he asked,
if I remember correctly,

to a Medellin broker and this and that,
and the three of them told him

that he was an extremely rich guy,
but also an extremely dangerous guy.

When they realized who he was,
they expelled him publicly.

He's left outside the movement.

For Pablo Escobar,
that was humiliating.

I think from then on,
he started to feel deep hatred,

which led to what we all know
happened against New Liberalism.

Despite the expulsion from the party,

Escobar made use
of his fortune and popularity

to be elected in Congress.

I think at some point in his life,

he must have flirted with the idea
of becoming president of Colombia.

We went to Congress.

He would tell me
to get ready to be the First Lady.

He was sure he'd make it.

Soon after, Lara Bonilla
was appointed Minister of Justice.

His determination
to tight drug trafficking

turned him into a threat to Escobar.

The country should learn the truth
of certain powerful captains

who thought that the tax amnesty
meant forgetting the crimes

whose holders committed to make
their fantastic fortunes.

Up to that moment,
no one had ever reported them.

They turned into ordinary citizens...

Who were in fashion.

Up to the clash between Rodrigo Lara
and my father...

Up to then,
my father ruled in Colombia.

He decided what to do
or not to do in that country.

I want to inform public opinion
that the Minister of Justice

has a 24-hour deadline
to submit the evidence

regarding the accusation
he made against me yesterday

in the Chamber of Representatives.

My father said that Pablo Escobar
was an important drug dealer,

and usually, drug dealers
always demand proof of that.

Can you assure us your money

has never been connected
to drug trafficking?

I have always confirmed
that my money

has nothing to do
with drug dealing.

How did you amass your money,
your immense amount of money?

In Antioquia, everybody knows
about my investments

in industry, cattle, and construction.

They tried to kill him morally,
a common strategy of them,

to tarnish his reputation.

And they thought that way

they would calm him down
or blackmail him.

The Minister of Justice
made an unfair accusation against me,

and I have tiled a criminal complaint

because he has committed
the crime of slander,

which the Colombian Penal Code
punishes with 1-4 years in prison.

We're dealing with a rise
in drug trafficking.

Today, these people seek
the expulsion of a cabinet member

because they find him inconvenient
for their evil deeds.

Escobar's attempts to intimidate
Lara Bonilla were unsuccessful.

In March 1984, the minister
ordered the raid of Tranquilandia,

the biggest cocaine lab ever found.

In a few hours,
Escobar and his partners

lost a dozen planes
and helicopters,

and almost 14 tons
of cocaine worth 31.2 billion.

My father's pressure,
the accusations and the confrontation

forced Pablo Escobar
to resign from his seat in Congress.

Let's say he took Escobar's mask off.

I think that maybe after that,
he flew off the handle.

He went completely off the handle.
He totally lost control.

As far as I know,
he got calls telling him,

"See, Minister, right now,
your sons Rodrigo, Jorge, Pablo

"are getting out of school
and you're never gonna see them again.

Goodbye, Minister."

I'll protect myself anyway.

Because I think they'll try
to get back at me anyway

for what I did
to put criminals in their place.

There were many important people
in the country who'd say to him,

"Don't fight against these guys.
They're going to kill you."

The Minister of Justice
lied to the country

when he said he wouldn't step off

We'll see what happens
in the next few days.

April 30, 1984,
just a month after Tranquilandia,

hired assassins paid by Escobar
killed Rodrigo Lara Bonilla.

People still remember him and laugh.

Because he was a very nice man.

He had a great sense of humor.

He was a very good father.

He... really enjoyed
spending time with his sons.

What made him get mixed up?

What made him take the decision
to spread the drug trafficking business

with blood... with Lara's death?

When my father died,
I was eight years old.

And the first feeling
that went through me

was avenging his death.

I remember listening to music
thinking of when I'd hold a gun

to avenge his death.

Right then, one could maybe imagine

what went through my father's mind

when Lara denounced him like he did.

Not even with all the money
and power in the world

would he be able
to take Lara's words back.

From 1984,
the year Rodrigo's father died,

our lives changed forever.

How could he not tell
what was about to happen,

or what his family
was about to experience

and suffer due to his decisions?

Early in the morning,
we left for Panama.

I think Panama has always been
a cherished route for drug dealers.

In the middle of the jungle,

the helicopter barely had
a gap to land in.

We stayed in a mansion
General Noriega had gotten my father.

It was next to a golf course
which you could access directly.

He had fled from Colombia,
a fugitive from justice.

However, very respectable politicians
in the country at the time

visited him to see how he'd negotiate
his return to Colombia.

A particular event continues
to attract the media's attention.

Colombia's ex-president Alfonso Lopez
visited Escobar in Panama.

This originated
the rumor that Escobar

had offered to pay
Colombia's external debt

in exchange for amnesty
for his crimes.

My father's offer to pay
Colombia's external debt was a lie.

He never offered something like that.

I know because I asked him.

That's just part of the myth.
It wasn't true.

The story between my father
and Noriega ended badly

because, according to my father,
Noriega stole a plane

and $3 million from him.

Escobar mistrusted his host,
Genera! Noriega.

He feared he would tum him in
to the United States.

That's why he took his family
and went to Nicaragua.

Sebastian was seven years old.

You could say that my father
went from being protected by Noriega

to being protected
by the Sandinista government.

Nicaragua was desolated.

It was a sad country,
burdened with the war.

I spent the worst days
of my life in Nicaragua.

I'd cry.
The only thing I did was cry.

They called me to lunch and I cried.
They called me out to play and I cried.

They called me to play in the backyard
and I cried because I saw a huge wall.

We ran away from a violent place
to get to another violent country.

You could feel it in the air.

When I was seven years old,
my life was the life of a criminal.

I was suffering the same
as if I had ordered the murders.

Meanwhile,
the U.S. was already after Escobar.

A D.E.A. informant
took pictures of him

while loading a plane
with cocaine in Nicaragua.

My father was a fugitive,
but he decided to return to Colombia

despite being chased.

He really feared being easily
extradited to another country.

I don't know if the government
wasn't prepared enough to go after him,

however, my father was very prepared
to avoid being caught.

- Hello?
- Hello?

- What's up?
- Maza Marquez sent

a commission of about 400 men
here in Medellin.

Yeah.

Every time they went looking for him,

the first one who knew
where they were heading was Pablo.

- The pilots should let us know.
- They'll tell us immediately.

Okay, then. Bye.

And my father walked freely
around the city with 30 or 40 guards.

That moment of joy and tranquility
didn't last long

because the war period
with the Cali Cartel started.

Back then,
Escobar and the Medellin Cartel

faced a harsh competitor

A second cartel with its headquarters
in the city of Cali

started to tight
for cocaine market control.

In 1988, the rising rivalry between
the two cartels turned into a war

after the detonation of a car bomb

in front of the building
where Escobar's family lived.

I'm Fable's brother

Pablo is very offended
because they are harassing his family.

Don't mess with his family

because whoever does that,
whoever dares to do that

will be in trouble, brother

Apart from the Cali Cartel,
Escobar had another powerful enemy,

Luis Carlos Galan.

He had founded New Liberalism
together with Lara Bonilla.

Five years had passed
after the Minister of Justice's murder,

and Galan was favorite
to win the presidential elections.

We've had to tight

against the most serious of problems
in Colombian society.

It arrived in our country

as it did in more than 60 countries
around the world.

I'm talking about the obscure
and criminal power of drug trafficking.

I read some documents
when I was '1 '1

in which he denounced
the infiltration of drug money

into politics in the year '78.

He didn't do it
because he was a moralist

or because he deemed
drugs or a joint immoral,

he didn't do it because of that.

He considered the corruptive power
of drug money immoral.

I think my father
was the last politician in Colombia

who gathered hugs crowds
rallied by one man.

The only incentive
in his demonstrations

was going to listen to him.

We're changing the mindset
of the Colombian people,

which is what's needed
so we can progress!

Political leaders
are never remembered

by the number of hospitals they built,
or the schools, roads or bridges.

Leaders are remembered
for that change

in the way a society
thinks at a certain point.

The Kennedys,
the Martin Luther Kings,

the Gandhis...

I think the country remembers
Luis Carlos Galan because of that,

because he somehow brought about
a change in the way people thought

and caused an impact
in Colombia's collective consciousness.

So that no other Colombian
feels ashamed

of showing his passport again.

At that time,
we were lucky to accompany our dad.

Just once, when we toured
through 60 municipalities.

I told him that 60 municipalities
were enough. No more.

Since I was very little,
I remember my dad

had always the need
to have security.

But during that year, in '89, there was
a threat that felt really close.

- Galan's life has been threatened.
- Yeah.

There may be an attempt on his life.
He's got 80 guards around.

Don't explain it to me.

I'm not a Galan follower
Don't try to convince me.

After what happened with Rodrigo,
my dad had to be much more protected

so an attempt on his life
would be much harder to accomplish.

That's what I thought at the time.

He gave two statements
which I think dealt with the fact

that he was a bit sad and worried.

In one of them, he said that men
could be eliminated, but not ideas.

In the other one,
a reporter cousin of mine,

told him, "There's a chance
you won't be Colombia's president.

Not now, not ever.
You may never get to the presidency."

So he told her,
"Of course, that's a possibility.

"l like to follow the example of those
who never got to the presidency

but who exerted much more influence
on Colombia than many presidents."

And he basically mentioned cases
of murdered people.

He's with us already.

Please...

He was hit!

That night, I truly hoped
it wasn't serious

because I helped him put on
a bullet-proof vest.

So that kept me calm,
despite the waiting at the hospital.

Two or three minutes later,
a doctor came out of surgery

and he asked, "Who's the family?"

He made us have a seat
and then he told us.

He didn't stall. He just told us,
"There's nothing we can do. He died."

August 18, 1989,
Luis Carlos Galan was murdered.

With him, the hope of millions
of Colombians died.

It's absurd, I think,
the place where Sebastian,

Rodrigo and the Galen kids
were left in life being so young.

They were children
when a hurricane passed

through their lives
and destroyed them.

Sebastian's decision
to collaborate in this project

made him reflect on the past.

In February 2008,
he asked us to deliver

a letter to Galan
and Lara Bonilla's sons.

"Respected Claudio, Juan Manuel,
Carlos and Rodrigo,

"How do you write to a family
that was terribly hurt by your father?

"What do you say to men your age
profoundly hurt by it?

"How do you start a conversation
with someone

"who carries
such a legitimate sorrow inside?

"How can you ask forgiveness to
an entire nation without offending it?

"Apart from apologizing
in your fathers name

"and still knowing you live in shame,
is that even enough ?

"I'm aware of the damage my father

"has caused the country
and humanity with his actions.

"For one supposedly logical reason,

"l should avenge my fathers death,

"and that reason has fed the hatred
against my family and me.

"l daily wake up seeking for peace

"because what I've learned
from this story

"is that I don't think anybody
should act upon violence

"or use it as an excuse.

"l simply don't think we come
to this world to hurt each other

"l believe there are nobler reasons
to live and to enjoy life.

"l understand I was born
in a fertile environment for violence,

"but the legacy of being born
in such a hostile place

"couldn't have been any other
than taking up the search for peace.

"l don't want to repeat history.

"With his violence, my father
forced many families to live in exile,

"mainly yours,

"ignoring that by doing that,
he was also surreptitiously causing

"the exile of his dearest people.

"l invite you to free ourselves
from every string

"that prevents us from exteriorizing
what lies in our hearts,

"from talking
and being able to listen,

"from understanding that
if we continue on this slide of hatred

"there won't be a future for us
or the country.

Respectfully, Sebastian Marroquin."

I think that...

It's a brave gesture... and noble.

I believe that family was forced
to pay for the father's sins mainly.

We have suffered the ordeal
of losing a relative.

However, maybe one cannot easily
fathom his ordeal and tragedy.

Society condemns
not only what Pablo Escobar meant,

but it also condemns his family,
his sons and his wife.

And that condemnation
is still in force.

Our fathers were killed years ago,

and somehow we’ve been able
to heal the wounds- not forget--

but live a normal life.

Many people still have
fresh wounds

due to the violence experienced
in this country,

and they easily fall victim
to those common violence cycles.

For your sons

For you

For Colombia

Report drug traffickers.

Wanted: Pablo Escobar Gaviria

Cooperate. Report. Inform.

Justice! Justice! Justice!

A multitude attended Galan's burial
to say goodbye to their leader

and to claim justice.

With no one to replace him,
Colombia's future was uncertain.

It was his oldest son, Juan Manuel,
only 17 years old,

Who asked Cesar Gaviria
to take his fathers place.

I want to thank the people
in the name of my family,

for the solidarity you've shown to us.

And I'd like to ask Mr. Cesar Gaviria,

in the name of the people
and of my family

to continue my fathers tight.

You have our support
to be the president

Colombia wanted and needed.

I knew for sure
that I was taking a lot of risks,

but I would take them anyway.

We know today that Avianca's plans
was dropped down to kill me.

They blew up the DAS building,
causing hundreds of deaths.

It's hard to imagine
a more threatened state

than the Colombian stats
in Escobar's era.

There's a national order
not to extradite

anyone connected
to Cesar Gaviria.

The order is bad.
The order is bad. He has no choice.

Despite Escobar's threats,

in May 1990, Gaviria
assumed Colombia's presidency.

Colombian's number one enemy
is the terrorist Pablo Escobar

and his criminal organization
which murders,

mercilessly and unceremoniously,

innocent children, women and men.

We have to create some really,
really big chaos to be called to peace.

When there's a big wan
they want us to go to peace.

That's the only formula I know.

If we hit politicians,
bum their houses,

and wage a really big wan

then they have to call us
to talk in peace

and then we'll solve
all our problems.

I don't see another solution.

We have to tight
with all our heart, brother

If we ah' have to die,
then We'll ah' die.

Nothing compares to the cruelty
and horror Escobar was capable of.

The entire Colombian society felt

terrorism was a result of extradition.

And they'd always said once extradition
was out of the picture,

they would put terrorism aside.

My father said extradition was simply
the only thing those guys feared.

He realized that.

You could take their planes,

and they'd laugh
because they could get them back.

You could take their cars,
and they'd laugh.

Those men only fear extradition.
We have to send them away.

My father was so powerful
at that time of his life

that he issued decrees
to his liking...

And he changed the Constitution
to get away with his objective.

In July 1991,
Escobar got what he wanted.

Colombia adopted a new Constitution,

which prohibited
the extradition of Colombian citizens

for crimes committed in their country.

It was proof of the power
of the drug trafficking cartels.

What was happening was insane.

It was insane that only one man,
a civilian, would have so much influence

on public and political authorities.

They waited until extradition
was abolished from Constitution

to turn themselves in.

It’s 5:00 p.m.
The order has been issued.

The two helicopters rise in the air

One of them descends
over El Poblado neighborhood,

right in the urban area.

There are no images, no pictures,

Pablo Escobar is behind bars.

No longer fearing extradition,

Escobar came to an agreement
with the government.

He'd tum himself in
and spend some time in prison.

But not just any prison.

He chose the location himself

and supervised the construction
of his own prison: La Catedral.

As a consequence of the peace politics
and a strengthening of justice

coming from the president
and his cabinet,

it is my wish to serve
all the necessary years in prison

to contribute to my family's peace,
to Colombia's peace,

to the strengthening
and the respect for human rights,

and to the strengthening
of civil power

and that of the democracy
of my dear Colombian country.

I also wish with my submission

to pay tribute to all the members
of the National Constituent Assembly

for their great contribution
to the noble cause of national peace.

I also want to honor my parents,

my irreplaceable and unequaled wife,

my 14-year-old pacifist son,

my seven-year-old
little toothless ballerina,

and all my family,
whom l love so much.

Pablo Escobar Gaviria,
Envigado, Colombia, June 19, 1991.

They are made of straw
to build the roof

and he did the rest with some sticks.

The little pig was very satisfied
after finishing his work.

He thought it was a very nice
and comfortable house.

"it's wonderful having
a house of my own," he said proudly.

Also...

That's supposed to be the voice
of the Capo of all Capes...

Telling a children's story.

It's a contradiction to me.

Those are things
I don't fully understand

about the character
my father was.

A guy who's been accused
of so much violence,

and as a father,
that's the image I had of him.

How can one understand that paradox
at such an early age?

My dad.

I thought the letter was a gesture
that had to be responded to.

Because I think he tried to get closer
and he did it honestly.

It's a clever letter,
it's well-written,

and it's a letter of someone
who's opening his heart.

Three months
after receiving Sebastian's letter,

Rodrigo Lara
decides to take the next step.

Since Sebastian is afraid
of going to Colombia,

Rodrigo agrees to come with us
to Argentina to meet him.

For now, the meeting
has to be kept secret.

That's why it takes place in Tigre,

a suburb of Buenos Aires
accessible only by boat.

- What's up?
- Fins. Rodrigo, how are you?

- Fine.
- A great pleasure to meet you.

- My pleasure.
- How are you?

- How are you, fins?
- Fins, man.

Here, thinking about everything.

Yes, imagine.

- That's good, that's good.
- This is a pretty exciting moment.

The same for me.

Yes, I wanted to meet you.
I'm glad I can say hello to you, sir.

Don't call me sir.
We're the same age.

I really appreciate this meeting.

It's a wonderful gesture,
I think, that for everyone...

Personally, for my family...

What this means cannot be described
with words, honestly.

I thought talking to you
was very important

because, regardless
of what may have happened,

you can't mix the facts,
do you understand what I mean?

It’s difficult to differentiate because
there's the family involved,

there's the loved ones,

there's the terrible death
of your father.

In the end, we are all orphans.

- You never went back to Colombia?
- Never.

My father died, and we had to leave.

There was no chance of staying.

Staying meant...

It meant...

Waiting patiently for death.

I didn't want to follow
in the footsteps of my father, you know?

The other time I was talking,
I was in Bogota,

and I asked a politician,

"Do you remember
Pablo Escobar's family, his son?"

And he told me, "Yes"

Something you said
when your father died.

I remembered
when he killed my dad, I also said

"I'll take revenge for my dad
when I grow up."

The image of violence.

I think the most important thing
when time goes by

is that you can transform hats.

We have to lose hate, eliminate it.

When my father died, I was 16.

- How old were you?
- Eight.

Eight years old.

At eight, there was already
a place in your mind for revenge.

- Of course.
- At eight.

Your natural reaction.

Right. That's how
all human beings react.

And that's why many times...

The criminal mind thinks
you have to kill your enemy

and kill its heir, too.

It's very important
that we get together

because it's a statement.

We can't continue this wave of hate,
or we’ll be forever in the same...

Shit. We're in the same.

The past is hard, but it's important
to look into the future.

You are a good man, a man of peace,
I am a good man, a man of peace.

Let's move on, brother.

Man, really a pleasure, Rodrigo.

- My pleasure.
- Man, a pleasure.

Really, a pleasure having you here.

- We move on. Move on.
- Do you want to take a walk?

Let's go, let’s walk.

Sebastian and Rodrigo
know this is just a first step.

Galan's sons
haven't replied the letter yet.

When he turned himself in
and went to La Catedral,

I think that for a moment
the country was moved

and felt hopeful
that everything could change

and violence could end for good.

That hops soon vanished.

Escobar had turned his prison
into a five-star hotel.

From there, he continued
to rule his criminal empire.

Danger electric fence
High voltage

He charged tributes
to other drug traffickers

and ordered murders.

President Gaviria decided to have him
transferred to another prison.

But Escobar had other plans.

Thirteen months after turning
himself in, Escobar ran away.

From our building,

we could see
the hill, La Catedral.

At a certain moment,
the lights turned off.

And that's when I realized
that my father had left La Catedral.

I remember that we saw
in France, in the media,

Pablo Escobar's escape
from La Catedral.

Never in my damn life
will I be caught.

I can have them all killed.
In the end, they will lose, not me.

It's very easy
talking about it today,

but at that time, nobody knew
what was really going on.

We have to get our police force
to search Escobar capture him,

and put him
at the disposal of the law.

The video shows how authorities
thoroughly searched La Catedral

hours after Pablo Escobar
had escaped from this prison.

Many things were found, buried
by the head of the cartel of Medellin

to protect the information--

documents, photographs of people
in his organization or possible victims,

audio recordings, letters,
and videos like this one,

which confirm that the Capo lived
at ease in the prison in Envigado,

were found during the search.

A match of Barrigas
versus the Picapleitos.

Pablo Escobar just scored a goal.

Pablo is injured,
the star of the match.

It was frustrating to see
that he wasn't really in prison.

First of all,
he managed his own security,

and then he did whatever
he wanted in the prison.

I think it was a defeat
for the country and the law by crime.

After his escape, Escobar became
the most wanted criminal in the world.

President Gaviria sent hundreds of
police officers and soldiers after him.

They had the support
of the United States.

The D.E.A., the C.I.A.,

and even Delta Force staff
moved to Medellin.

From his hideout,
Escobar kept in touch with the press.

- Hello?
- Maria Isabel, how are you?

Pablo Escobar I want to ask you
a big favor on behalf of the country.

Why don't we do something
so you can tum yourself in?

They would give
guarantees for your life

and you could see your family.

I'm available for that.

I am more than willing to do that.

I am willing to be
in an intermediate prison,

but I have to study that prison first.

I can't be in just any prison

because they can use a car bomb
and blow up a whole block.

I will cooperate
and I'm willing to anything.

Fm not scared of gringos,
either, you know?

I can be a link with the president,
but please, tell me something concrete.

Tell the president
that I have the intention

of going back to a prison
other than Envigado,

but I need to know
the security conditions...

But how do we tell him, Pablo?

A merciless hunt ensued,

something for animals
rather than humans.

A merciless hunt.

Everybody lost their mind.

Anything that...

Anybody who even smelled
of Pablo Escobar

was a declared military target.

This country has been eager
to get results at all costs.

A situation that had little to do
with the guarantee of human rights.

A merciless hunt was in force.

I remember when Pablo Escobar said
he wasn't only after his enemies,

but also after his enemies' families.

I want to say that if those two kids
are found dead,

I will kill his mom and his cousins.

That motherfucker thinks
that because he's a police officer

I'm scared of him or what?

That doesn't justify the stats
applying the same policy.

Living conditions
changed dramatically.

For everybody.

We were all scared.

Our dream was to survive.

Before Los Pepes' release was known,
facts spoke for themselves

about the decision made by this group

about reactivating their military
structure against Pablo Escobar

The paramilitary group
"Chased by Pablo Escobar "

also known as Los Pepes,

was formed by members
of the cartel of Cali,

drug traffickers from Medellin,
now enemies of his old boss,

and members of the police force.

Los Pepes fought a dirty war
against Escobar and his organization.

There were totally
unacceptable procedures.

That group called Los Pepes

were eager to destroy
Escobar's properties,

to endanger Escobar's family,
to stalk Escobar.

Gaviria said it's not civilians
who should take the law in their hands,

referring to the group Los Pepes,
who claimed responsibility

for the attacks
against Escobar's family.

Just as we condemn
Escobar's terrorist acts,

we also condemn the bombs
against the criminals' families.

It is the state, not the civilians,

who have the law
and the legitimacy of arms in its hands.

It is thought
but it hasn't been proved

that members of the police force
might've been involved in this.

When violence in Colombia
has come from groups outside the law,

the country has been clear
about what the threats are.

But when the stats
adopts that logic,

and those alliances...

You don't know
where the danger is.

There was practically
no hope of recovery.

There were no options.

Turning in was not an option,
nobody wanted him alive.

Surrendering
wasn't good for anybody.

The only way out was his death.

When my father
escaped from La Catedral,

he was worried about our security

and he asked us
to move to the U.S.,,

where we would be safer.

We had to go two hours
before the plane took off.

I arrived six hours before,
and I started to see movements...

Clearly, the people
who were going to kill us.

There was no doubt.

Seeing four, five,
six cars in a row,

four hooded men in each one.

You don't have to be
a genius to realize

that something was going
to happen to our family.

Journalists started to arrive...

Some from the radio,
who were nearby in the airport,

others by chance,

and later, TV cameras
started to arrive.

Only one person from an airline

cams up to me discreetly
and told me,

"Whatever I can do to help you,
count on me."

l told him, "Help me.
Please bring a helicopter here.

I will pay for the rent.
Have it take us out of hers."

The only thing the people
who are going to kill me

don't have right now
is a helicopter.

Los Pepes had control of the airport.

Still, Sebastian managed
to escape by helicopter

from what looked like a sure death.

Fearing for their lives,
Escobar had them moved to his hideout.

That same night,
Sebastian and his sister

heard that their visa for the U.S.
had been canceled.

At night, we were with my father

and we saw on the news

that the ambassador at that time,
Morris Busby, I think,

had ordered to cancel our visas.

That was part of the strategy
to keep us as bait.

Soon after that,
Sebastian, his mother and his sister

tried to leave Colombia
for the second time.

In November 1993,
they went to Germany,

where they sought,
and were denied, political asylum.

There, we were
separated and interrogated

for hours and hours on end
by the police and the Interpol.

But the decision
had already been made.

The German authorities
were pressured,

and we cams back
into the country.

When they returned,
the government decided

that Medellin was too dangerous
for Escobar's family.

They were put
under official protection

in a hotel owned
by the armed forces in Bogota.

From there, they could also control
their communications with Escobar

The army immediately cordoned off

the area of the Tequendama residence,

where the wife and two children

of the former leader of the cartel
of Medellin are staying.

The main entrance is almost closed.

A strange vehicle caught the attention
of the authorities.

The bomb squad arrived immediately.

In the end, it was a false alarm.

We constantly received threats
in our rooms,

from inside the hotel.

I mean, probably all our enemies
were a floor below us.

Desperate to reach his family,

Escobar broke
his own security rules.

We'd been told
we could not receive calls

from someone
who did not identify himself.

Hello, I have Mr. Pablo Escobar
on the other line.

He says he wants to talk to you.

Meanwhile, there were generals
inside the room.

I said, "Hello, Grandma."
It was his voice.

"Don't worry, Grandma, we're fine.
Don't call again, everything's fine."

"But hold on, hold on,"
my dad told me.

And I was, "No, we're fine.
Don't worry, Grandma, don't call again."

Because I knew what he had told me.

"Don't stay on the phone.
The phone is death."

"How did you get the attorney
general's office to protect you?"

There's a question asking that.

Yes, yes, don't worry.

He was dictating to me
the answers for an interview

Semana magazine was doing me.

I asked him repeatedly not to do that,

that I thought I could answer
them prudently...

What we had talked about
so many times.

"Did you have any commitment
to the attorney general's office?"

That's another question.

"For example, turning in your father?"

The call was getting too long.
I was desperate.

But it was like he wanted
to be there with us.

The following calls, he asked
for somebody else in the family,

for my mom, for Angeles.

Take care of yourself.
You know we need you.

Don't worry, baby, my only intention
in life is fighting for you.

I'm in a cave. I'm very, very safe.

He was breaking his own golden rule.

They tracked him down
until they found him.

When he saw strange movements
near the house, he hung up the phone,

and before doing so,
he told me, "I'll call you right back."

Did you talk to somebody
in the attorney general's office

to relocate you abroad?

My dad was dead.

Sixteen months
after escaping from La Catedral,

Escobar was finally tracked down.

Three shots ended his life
on a roof in Medellin.

Sebastian was only 16 years old

when he was faced with the most
difficult dilemma of his life.

There were only two paths.

One of them was repeating history.

We don't wanna talk right now.

I am going to kill all those
sons of bitches who killed him.

I am going to kill them myself

And just by saying that,
I almost carried my dad's curse on me.

I almost had to continue that story
that I didn't want for my life.

Hello?

Juan Pablo, I understand your pain,

and I also understand
that you're not wanted by the police.

You're calmer now,
and what do you want to say?

I want to make it clear
that I will not take revenge,

I will not take revenge
for my fathers death.

All that matters to me right now is
the future of my long-suffering family.

I will struggle to make us move on

and to educate us,
to be decent people.

If! can ever do something

for the peace of this country,
I will do it.

Officially, I was informed
about the death of my father

by the attorney general's office.

I told her, "You have what you wanted.

"Now please,

do what you must
and help us get out of the country."

In March 2007, Sebastian
and his mother

agreed to go to Ecuador with us.

The plan is to drive from Quito
to the border with Colombia.

Our final destination is the bridge
through which they left the country

13 years ago, when Juan Pablo Escobar
became Sebastian Marroquin.

I feel that the name
"Juan Pablo Escobar"

was too connected
to my father's past.

Changing my name

was the only choice we found

to try and be free again.

The trip is tense.

Sebastian is afraid
to be so close to Colombia.

My first approach.

We'll see how many years have to go by
before we can come back...

If the conditions are ever given
for us to come back.

However, fear is always
the first thing that holds me back

and my gauge to avoid going.

But I would like to have
the right to choose.

Before going, Sebastian warned us
he wouldn't cross that bridge again.

This is as close to Colombia
as he dared go.

However, being there in the border,

he decides to talk
about his leaving for the first time.

I feel sad he's got so much pain
for not being able to be there.

After Pablo Escobar's death,
my mother was told

that there would be peace,
but only once I died.

She said a peace like that
was no good for her,

and that she preferred
to offer her life as warranty

that I would behave
up to the circumstances.

My life was worth $4 million.

That was the price on my head.

That was what was offered
to some friends of mine

in exchange for putting
some powder in my soda.

I had to go to a meeting
to see my father's enemies.

Before that meeting, I wrote my will.
I really doubted I'd come out alive.

A series of conditions
were imposed

that I had to obey
if I didn't want to dis.

One of them was leaving the country.

Another one was I couldn't get involved
in drug trafficking.

I told them they didn't need to worry
about the second one,

because I had learned my lesson
about drug trafficking

and I thought it was a curse.

They almost killed me at that moment.

So I had to take the risk.

We decided to do it and we left.

We left our country,
we left our family.

We left... everything,
absolutely everything.

Have a nice trip
Come back soon

We got together
with our family to tell them

that they wouldn't hear from us
for ten years.

I was 18.

That's when I got into a taxi,
bought a local poncho to be warm,

and we crossed the bridge
without problems.

I crossed first.

If anyone was caught on the way,
he was by himself.

The rest had to continue.

I miss it there.

What I was telling you, freedom...

You realize you have it
only when it's taken away from you.

And when your country
is taken away from you...

You miss it, too.

Sebastian and his family started
a new life in Buenos Aires.

Sebastian studied industrial design
and architecture.

His mother got
into the real estate business.

But eventually their past
would catch up with them.

In 1999,

four years after coming to Argentina,

an accountant who managed
some of my mother's properties

and her personal accounts
in Argentina

found out about our real story.

He started to pressure us
to give him money for his silence,

for not telling our real identities
to the Argentinean justice.

We reported him
to this country's justice,

because we thought that
if we paid attention to his threats,

we would be running all our lives

from every person who got close to us
and found out about our identity.

We ended up in jail.

We were directly threatened
by him and his attorney

that they would use
part of that money

to buy cocaine
and plant it in our cars.

If they found cocaine
in Escobar's son's car,

the last person they would believe
was Sebastian.

We were victims of a framing
for money laundering,

passing false documents,
and after that, illicit association.

I spent 45 days in jail,

and my mother was robbed
of '18 months of her life.

It was very hard,

I had to spend months
in hard and small cells.

All this because we carry
Pablo Escobar's DNA.

The Supreme Court ruled
everything in our favor

after the most thorough
investigations.

I was always
questioning myself, I mean,

what is going to happen
with this story, with all this pain?

How long are we going
to endure this never-ending exile?

I never came back
since I left the country.

My most honorable way
would be silence,

to completely disappear
from national life

and from what happens
in the country.

Colombia is a country that's gone
through different phases of violence

Violence has been inherited.

Hate has been inherited.

In September 2008, three years
after breaking his silence

and despite
that he still fears for his life,

Sebastian finally decides
to go to Colombia.

Very few know about this trip.

It looks like human beings
in certain moments

think that the only way

to make up for damage,
to make amends for it,

is by causing a proportional one.

It's the Talion Law,
it's in the Bible.

But I'm Colombian, too,

I mean, I don't want to give up
my nationality.

I love my country.

There's no reason
I shouldn't be part of it

just because my father
did things the wrong way.

With tears in my eyes,
I asked Sebastian not to go.

I thought it was too risky.

I thought it was not the right time.

- Take your seat, Mr. Marroquin.
- Thank you.

And although the myth
around my father

has contributed to generate fear

about what I may represent

regarding violence and pain,

I have to overcome
that myth with facts.

I have to overcome
that myth with my behavior.

At the Bogota airport, we witness
Sebastian's return to Colombia.

With Rodrigo's help,
we had arranged a meeting

with Galan's sons
the following evening.

Two decades after the murders
of Galan and Lara Bonilla,

their sons had become
important figures

in Colombia's political life.

The government
should make an effort.

The president
should make an effort.

From his seat
in Colombia's Senate,

Juan Manuel Galan has become
one of the main driving forces

behind the debate
about the legalization of drugs.

In his first political foray,

his brother Carlos was elected
for Bogota's City Council.

Claudio Galan
is a member of the cabinet

of Colombia's main department.

Claudio, Juan Manuel, and Carlos

have never ceased to claim justice
for their father's murder

or to dream about some day
relaunching New Liberalism.

Rodrigo Lara
was elected senator, too.

His investigations against corruption
gave him powerful enemies,

among them former members
of Los Pepes.

Deep down, I agree.

The ideal thing would be to legalize,
and we'd got rid of that business.

But there's an issue
I don't want to forget.

Nothing has been in vain.

My father's sacrifice,
Galan's sacrifice,

the sacrifice
of so many police officers,

it's all been to prevent Colombia
from being a narco-democracy,

to prevent organized crime
from seizing the Colombian state.

Finally, in a historical night
in Bogota,

Luis Carlos Galan's
and Rodrigo Lara Bonilla's sons

meet Pablo Escobar's son.

I haven't stopped thinking
about this issue,

because I think it's very important

what we're going to do tonight.

The message for the country,
the message in general...

Of peace.

Nothing in life happens by chance,

nothing happens by accident.

I think that things happen
for a reason,

because they have to happen
in a certain moment.

But I think what is happening now

is my dad has something to do...

From above, right?

Anyway, it's difficult to think
about what we're doing.

It's not easy.

Emotionally, this is hard for me.

It's not easy to sit down
and talk to the person

who of course is not responsible,

but he's the son of the person
who killed our fathers.

We were saying
we were feeling anxious.

We imagine you...

No, imagine.

We are all like that,
I think it's difficult for all of us.

So sad.

Especially you,
you had to loss your father...

And a man who was going
to rescue this country, right?

Thank you for the recognition.

Look...

Juan Manuel, and to all of you,

I'm deeply sorry

for what your family
has been through,

and Rodrigo's, too.

So much violence and so much pain.

And I'm hers
to ask for your forgiveness

and to look each one of you
in the eyes...

Precisely because I think
that's how it's supposed to be.

I wanted to say
how good it was...

To see that gesture,
to come to us...

To propose a meeting

that could have
an important meaning for the country.

My dad always said
we're all victims of drug trafficking.

I mean, obviously,
you are a victim, too,

and one of the first victims.

I think that in any case

if we have something to claim,

we would be the last ones
in the list of Colombian people.

First I wanted to say

that we feel
we have nothing to forgive you,

because...

We think you have nothing to do

with everything
Pablo Escobar meant,

on the one hand.

On the other hand,
this meeting, this gesture,

for us, it's a starting point

to continue seeking
justice and truth.

I'm the only person who can say
something for my father's memory.

I believe in divine justice,

and wherever he is,

I think he must regret
having dons what he did.

You have been a victim,

and I'm pleased
to shake your hand,

to even hug you and tell you,

"Let's move on.
Let's all move on..."

following a good path
and really hoping this gesture

contributes to building
a better country,

a country better than the one
we had to live in in our childhood.

Some days later
Sebastian goes back to Medellin

where he visits his fathers grave
for the first time.

We had been trying to make
the meeting between Sebastian

and Galan's and Lara's children
happen for four years.

Now that it had happened,

we understood reconciliation
was only the first step

to start something bigger

What happened to me

during the last months of 2008,

to me, it's been
the most special moment of my life,

the most joyful one.

It gave me freedom,
and it lifted a weight off my shoulders.

Every teenager, every young person
wants to be Pablo Escobar,

but they still don't know
very well why

and what this person did.

They don't know the story,
but they want to be Pablo.

I think if they knew it,

no one would dare repeat it.

Why am I not a drug trafficker?

Because I was with my father,

hiding next to him,

surrounded by millions of dollars,

and we were starving

because we had a police post
in front of the house

where we'd been hiding for a week,
and we ran out of food.

That's when I understood

that the money from drug trafficking
is absolutely worthless.

If you can't use it
to buy a pound of rice,

then it was only fuel
to heat the chimney.