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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

THE FOLLOWING IS A FICTIONAL STORY
INSPIRED BY

SURVIVING ESCOBAR
BY JOHN JAIRO VELÁSQUEZ VÁSQUEZ.

CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS HAVE BEEN
ALTERED FOR THIS PROGRAM.

Okay, this is for your bland diet.

It's a very delicious soup.

If you eat it fast,
you can get better soon.

- Do me a favor, princess.
- Yes, sir?

You try it,
tell me how it tastes.

No, sir. We're not allowed to do that.

I don't care.

Try it first.

I don't want
to get in trouble here at the hospital.

You're already in trouble.

- Try it.
- No, sir, let go of me.

- Try it first!
- Let go of me!

Torres!

Torres!

Torres! Guards!

That bitch poisons me and you're sleeping.

- What bitch? The nurse?
- Go, run.

Stay there.

We have to send some money
to the people from Toro so they...

Mr. Urrego, come with me.

What's your deal, baby?

I don't want to go anywhere.

I'm not asking you.

It's an order.

If you stay,
you're interfering with my job.

Come on.

Guys, make some room there.

Do you know how I like my fillies?

For riding? When they're spirited.

CAPITAL PRISON
DRUG TRAFFICKERS CELLBLOCK

What the hell happened here?

Those assholes took everything.

Shit.

Pulgarcito. Come here.

Stay here and don't let anybody in, okay?

Suárez.
Did they take everything from you, too?

They took it all.

They didn't leave anything behind.
Bastards.

Come here, Diablo.
What happened to the coke, the weapons?

- They took it.
- Everything?

Everything, Piojito.

They didn't leave shit.

Clemente is going to hear from me.

Open the door.

Come with me, Mr. Galeno.

Pineda, close the door.

All right, gentleman.

As you can see after the inspection
we found all this garbage.

That's not mine.

And don't blame me, man.

Well, the report I'll
show to my supervisor

shows something different.

That all of this was found in your cells.

And who's going to say the opposite?

If I please,

I can leave you here forever
until you rot.

But I'm tired of seeing your faces.

There's something else I care about
more than your stupid sentences.

That's why...

I propose a deal.

I need your people to stop
getting involved in crime, extorting,

inside this institution.

Following that line of thought,
what you want to build here is...

a convent, right?

Why don't we collect some money
so you can start setting bricks?

Just ask whatever you want.

A convent?

Let's see, Mr. Abel.

You're the leaders of your cellblocks,

and people listen to you
and everything,

but those cellblocks
are inside this institution.

It's in everyone's interest
to have order.

Well, a deal is a deal, brother.

And talking can get you anywhere
and to any kind of negotiation.

What we need
is for you to stop messing with us.

Very well.

If you do your part...

I'll make sure not to mention
your names,

so you are not involved in any of this.

What do you say?

Now you don't want to talk?

Well, it's up to you
if your days in this hell

will last forever or not.

You really don't want to have

another judicial process, gentlemen.

Let's do this.

I'll give you one week...

to realize
that you can't do whatever you please

inside this institution.

Pineda, open the door.

Vela!

Go with Mr. Urrego.
Pineda, take Mr. Galeno with you.

Velandia.

Do me a favor and take Mr. Mahecha
to his cell.

Wait for me outside.

They checked the food.

There was enough poison in it
to kill a bull.

And the nurse?

She was caught,
but has said nothing.

I don't care if she talks or not.

This has a name, it was the pig Urrego.

Clemente gave orders to guarantee
your safety.

We'll double security.

Clemente is such a fool.

He can bring in the army.

More people can make it worse.

If only one of them tricks the system,
I'm dead.

Then you'll have no money.

The whole country was outraged

by the level of corruption
made public

when the narco tapes were released.

We demanded the resignation
of the president-elect.

And many people from the ruling class

were now insisting
that J.J. receive an exemplary punishment

to show that here in Colombia
justice took time, but it finally arrived.

CAPITAL PRISON

I don't like that look,
I know what it means.

No, Clemente.

Quitting is not an option.

I'm really happy to
know that you persisted.

It's the only way
to deal with these men.

Push them to the edge.

I just hope
the cellblock bosses listen.

If not, they'll have to deal with me.

There's no other option.

They're not dumb.

Do you know the best part?

The weapons we found in J.J.'s cell.

Yes, because of that,
we can prove his story about

the gunman who wanted him dead, is a lie.

What's up, bro?

All good, bro, it's me.

- Let's go.
- You moron, you scared me, man.

Doctor Caspa is here, man.

Let's get out of here.

The transfer is starting,
I'm getting the prisoner.

J.J.?

J.J., Popeye.

J.J.

He escaped.

Attention, all units.
J.J. is not in his room.

I repeat: J.J. has escaped.
Move quickly.

Wait, but...

I called 'cause I needed you
to care for me, not break me out.

How am I supposed
to take care of you inside?

I turned myself in for you,
I left the boss alone for you.

I wanna start my life over, too.

So pretty, right, my love?

Trust me.

The seven years we're asking for...

could easily turn into 30 or 40 years.

Is that what you want, man?

Seven, eight years will fly by.

We're getting out.

This is Pablo Escobar's corpse,

shot down today in Medellín
by the Search Bloc.

And the best part?

After this,
we have all the time in the world

to love each other.

Relax, we're getting out.

Just smell the sweet
aroma of the street.

No, wait!

- Stop.
- We're in a rush, man.

Stop, get out of here.

Go away, I'm telling you.

- Are you crazy?
- Go away, bro.

Guard!

Quickly, catch him!

Catch him!

You're useless, moron.
They wanted to kidnap me.

Right, I'm the fool
who doesn't recognize an escape.

Right, I was yelling
so you'd know I was leaving.

Be practical.

You have two seconds
to make a decision.

If I offer you to Clemente,
you're accused of attempted escape,

and your sentence is fucked.

Or we work as partners, brother.
Under the table. What do you say?

What do you want?

Ten thousand greenbacks,
but think fast.

Look, it's either that
or extend your stay.

Don't move!

What's up, moron?

What's up, dummy?

Shoot the hell out of them!

Let's go.

GUERRILLAS CELLBLOCK

Well, comrades.

Just like in combat, it's time to retreat.

That doesn't mean that we're giving up.

No.

It's just a matter of strategy.

We'll let Clemente think
that he has control over this jail.

And that we are under his command.

No, wait, let me explain.

While we rearm.

For that I need you to follow
a very strict protocol.

So we don't raise suspicion
with the guards.

- Is that clear?
- Yes, all clear.

On the other hand,

you should know that the paramilitaries
are just as fucked as we are.

After the inspection, they didn't even
leave them a nail clipper.

So, this is the moment, comrades.

With the arsenal
we're going to smuggle in,

we will take over
the Capital Prison once and for all.

Right?

Yes, Commander.

Very well. So, go do your thing.

You know what to do.

PARAMILITARY CELLBLOCK

Orders from the Command...

We must obtain control over this prison.

What does that mean?

That we must neutralize
the drug traffickers...

the guerrillas...

and Clemente.

We'll finally be safe,
as it should be.

There's a huge shipment of tools,

and we must find a way
to smuggle it into this jail.

Clemente is no fool.

And we will make his life impossible.

Clemente is like a bee, sir.

We must be careful with Clemente.

CAUCA VALLEY

So, Miss, how long must I wait?

I am calling
for the reward you're offering.

I know where the Romeros are hiding.

Of course, baby, the Valle capos.

Neither Sampedro, bro.

Nor his ministers.

Or any of those assholes
want to see our lawyers.

Ah, no, they're all looking the other way,

and they're leaving us alone.

Are you aware
of what the lawyers are saying?

What?

That the Prosecutor's office
is pushing to catch everyone.

Because, of course,

that fucker Sampedro
changed the whole thing.

He wants all the people
from the Valle Cartel in jail.

What a great life.

All the work and effort for nothing.

That bastard Urrego
is the one to blame for all of this.

Pig.

The desire to kill him is there, right?

I'm thinking
that that's what we should do.

And J.J., too.

Boss!

We have to get out!

- It's the Search Bloc!
- Are you fucking with me?

- Come on, Manterola.
- Pechuga, Lotistrán.

Let's go, let's go.

- Long live the Pepes!
- Come on, come on.

Fast!

Move, boss. Let's go.

Let's go, Manolo.

Let's go up, come on, Genaro.

Move, guys.

DRUG TRAFFICKERS CELLBLOCK

Bad news, I can tell.

The Search Bloc found the Romeros, man.

And they caught them?

There's no information yet.

Shit.

The plague is upon us.

What are you planning to do?

We have to find a radio
so we can communicate,

- and know what's going on outside.
- Yeah, right away.

Right away meaning when, man?

Right away means right away.

Good morning.

COURT
HEARING ROOM

At 11:40 a.m,
of July 30th of the current year,

we start the hearing on the charges
against Mr. John Jairo Velásquez Vásquez.

To start, I'll briefly recount
of the current situation of the accused.

The accused,
before he turned himself in,

reached an agreement
with the Prosecutor's office,

looking for sentence reduction
for cooperating with information

and for accepting the charges
brought against him.

But in the last several days

we have heard in this office

a series of accusations that change
the course of the previous deal.

Just to clarify, Mr. Néstor Pereira...

front man and partner of Pablo Escobar,

provided a testimony
and conclusive evidence...

about the involvement
of the accused in certain crimes

that haven't been confessed.

Crimes related to drug trafficking

and the murder of an individual.

I'm sorry,
Your Honor, but that's bullshit!

Be quiet, nobody gave you
permission to speak.

Let's continue.

Furthermore,

the director of the prison
where the accused is being held

reported that he found
two weapons in his cell,

with his fingerprints.

Weapons that are involved in the murder

of an individual.

Those are all lies.

In light of the above,

and taking into consideration
that the defense's arguments

have no real merit,

this court...

nullifies the deal
made with the Prosecutor's office,

and gives him a sentence
of 360 months in jail.

Which means, 30 years in jail.

The accused will serve a 30-year sentence

without parole.

With no benefits whatsoever.

In addition to this,

this court will start considering
the extradition request

by the United States government...

in the name of the accused.

This court concludes
this conviction hearing.

Thank you and have a good day.

Let's go.

Come on.

Let's go.

Try to stay calm, okay?

We'll fix this. There's has to be a way.

We'll come up with something, okay?
John, did you hear me?

Bastard!

Mr. Velásquez,
do you think that 30 years

is enough time to pay
for all the crimes you committed?

Could you say
that justice has been served?

Do you have anything to say
to the victims' families?

Do you regret what you did?

Murderer!

This is not justice!

There was not even a drop of remorse

or regret in J.J. Velásquez's eyes.

That was the first time I met him.

And I don't know if I should say

that I had the fortune or misfortune
of covering his sentence.

But it was an important moment
for the whole country.

Alias J.J.,
Pablo Escobar's lieutenant,

was going to be locked up
for the next 30 years,

with no chance
to commit crimes, murders, or threats.

Or at least, that was what we thought.

Open the door, open it.

It was a sentence
that all of his enemies celebrated.

Those who fought wars against Escobar,

and who now had a death sentence for J.J.

It was also celebrated
by his enemies in power.

Those who did anything
to form an alliance

with the mafia
to be able to catch Escobar.

That's useful for us.

For J.J. Velásquez's victims,

Pablo Escobar's,
and the Medellín Cartel,

and all the drug cartels,

to those victims,
would a 30-year sentence be enough?

No.

Would that sentence
return their loved ones?

It wouldn't.

Nothing that could happen
to that murderer

was going to represent justice.

John, John.

Wait a second.

Those stay on.

MOUNTAINS OF COLOMBIA

Did you hear?
That asshole J.J. was sentenced.

That's right, Commander.

We're here waiting for that faggot
to give him our condolences for his loss.

Another thing, Commander,
and to change the subject.

The tools you promised
haven't arrived yet.

You said it wouldn't take long.

No, brother.

There was a change of plans.

I've decided to keep the tools.

Oh, Commander,
those tools are necessary

for the work we're planning here.

I know that the party is pretty heated
down there.

But the party here is worse.

Commander,
can you just give us something?

With the state of things
here in this jail,

with us not having even a nail clipper,
these people are going to fuck us.

Mahecha, listen to me.

First, I have to get rid of
all the people who are after me.

Commander, another thing.

We don't have one single peso.

Let me be clear. I am up shit's creek.

Can't you figure it out?

Come up with something creative.
Don't bother me!

- Shit.
- What happened, sir?

We don't have any weapons.
We don't have any money.

We don't have shit.

The accused

will serve a 30 year sentence...

A thirty year sentence. He'll serve...

a thirty year sentence.

Without eligibility for parole.

Okay, that's enough. Come on.

Come on, fast, man.

John, are you okay?
John, what's wrong?

John!

Let go of me! Hey!

Enough, enough.

Who told you to come here?
Break that piñata.

Who owns this cellblock?

In here, I'm your boss.

Your leader. Your Pablo Escobar.

John. John!

John!

Oh, my God.

Alexandra!
Shoot him if he tries to escape.

- John.
- Let me through.

J.J.!

J.J.!
We need an ambulance!

Call an ambulance, Officer!

J.J.

Hey, come here, wait a second.

We have to follow security protocol.

- I need to inspect you, please.
- Don't mess with me.

Let her in, she's his wife.

John.

What's up, love?

Are you in pain?

You are, aren't you?

But thanks to the divine child Jesus

you're alive thanks to him, John.

- You have no idea how happy I am, my love.
- Are you happy?

Are you happy
with the 30 years they gave me?

Or do you think I should stay longer?

- Why are you talking to me this way?
- You'll be happier when I'm free.

Old, wrinkled,
with saggy tits and no boner,

- you'll be happy then.
- Look, John!

You're very upset.

Try to understand

that if I'm here,
it's because I love you.

And also because I'm with you.

I'll support you,
but you can't talk to me this way.

How do you expect me to talk?

Tell me.

I'm a fool going to jail for 30 years,

because his woman asked him
to confess.

That's what I am, an idiot.
Get out of here.

You're right.

You're an idiot.

But you're alive, aren't you?

CAPITAL PRISON

DRUG TRAFFICKERS CELLBLOCK

Do you have
any information about the Romeros?

Nothing yet, boss.

I've been tracking them,
but haven't heard anything.

We have information
about J.J., though.

Tell me that the bastard died.

No, boss.

What's going on, Piojo?

What's with these assholes
behaving like rabid dogs?

Boss, the lack of life, that is.

Are you serious.

Now the lack of drugs
is going to make them crazy.

We don't have one single peso, boss.

We'll come up with something, man,

or they'll lose control.
We have to tighten their reins.

My friend.

Do you know how many people
have tried to kill me?

No, how many?

Many.

Crazy.

You're quite lucky.

Or unlucky, rather.

The best thing for me
would be to be dead.

Fighting with another bandit,
shooting a tommy gun, AR-15.

That's the way.

Well, I do enjoy being alive, dude.

I don't. What for?

So I can rot in jail?

They fucked me right up my ass.

Pass me my food, please.

And let's hope it's not poisoned, right?

Sons of bitches.

What's up, John?

Good morning.

- I'm Mónica Machado.
- I don't care who you are.

Hey!

She's the lawyer Mónica Machado.

- One of the top lawyers in the country...
- I didn't call her.

Okay.

I see I'm wasting my time here...

Wait a second, Counselor.
Let me talk to him.

No, I'm not interested in him.

Why don't you leave then?

The door is big, white. You may fit.

Oh, Holy Mary.

You know what?

I imagined everything.

Everything except that Mr. Popeye,

Pablo Escobar's lieutenant,

hitman of hitmen,

the man everyone talks about,
one who's making history,

doesn't realize who he really is,
and how important he still is.

But, anyhow, if he's already decided
to dig his own grave,

that's his problem.

I'm very sorry.

But this man here has no interest
in fighting for his case.

I'm so sorry.

Well?

You're unbelievable.

Ugh, no.

Open that shit, man.

- What's up? How did it go, boss?
- Bad.

Spoke to the lawyer.
He said the Romeros are hiding.

And they'll stay that way
for a while, man.

Well, at least they won't be caught.

Hey, move.

This isn't good for me.

I'm losing my partners,
I'll end up alone, man.

Boss, with all due respect...

you don't need anybody.

You've always been better off alone...

Are you stupid or what?

Are you?

We can't be alone right now.

There's a rumor.

The president doesn't want
to be linked to the cartel.

What do you mean?

He wants to fuck over
everyone from Cartel del Valle.

So they catch the people outside.

And for those inside,
they screw us and extradite us.

To whom do we owe this favor?

Who do I see clearly?
To whom do we owe that gift?

- To that bastard...
- That bastard J.J.

Okay, man.

The game is over. Checkmate.

What's up?

You lost.

With J.J. sentenced to 30 years in prison

we close a terrible chapter
in the history of the country.

Pablo Escobar's fearsome hitman,

will be a bad memory.

Just a bad taste that will be buried
for thirty years.

My love.

Call the lawyer and let me talk to her.

I have her card here, somewhere.

Yes, hello?

Counselor.

This is John Jairo Velásquez Vásquez.

What do I have to do to not rot in jail?

By your question, I suspect
that you're interested in hiring me.

I have interest and I have money.

Time is what I don't have.

When I get to jail, some friends
will be waiting to shoot me.

Yes, I understand what you're saying.

The first thing we have to do

is to show that you are
still valuable to this country.

That's the way to keep you alive.

CAPITAL PRISON
PARAMILITARY CELLBLOCK

Listen to me, bro.

I don't give a shit where you
get that money from.

Either you give us what we want,
or we will fill your wife with lead.

Or let's do this instead, bro.

We can visit
your daughter at her school.

And get that money a different way.

I like school girls. So you tell me.

Then stop begging
and do what it takes.

Tomorrow at 4:00
they'll pick up the money.

Is that clear, bro?

Good afternoon.

I am looking for Ana María Solozábal,
the journalist.

- Do you have an appointment?
- No.

I don't, but this is rather urgent.

So, I need to see her.

Are you from Trópico?

- Yes, good afternoon.
- Are you Gabriel?

Yes, we're here for an interview.

Of course.

Okay,
I'm sorry to interrupt, right? But...

I got here first.

Can you tell her I'm looking for her?

Ma'am, she's not here right now.

Can you take a seat?

I am not sitting. Are you joking?

No, you know what?
Take care of her first.

She's in a rush and I'm not.

Yes, I am definitely in a rush.

Miss Ana María.

Clarita, give me five minutes. Excuse me.

- Ana María.
- Hello.

Do we know each other?

No.

- I'm Alexandra Restrepo.
- How are you?

Fine. I'm John Jairo Velásquez's wife.

What do you need?

Well, he wants to give you
an exclusive interview.

I do not want to interview a thug
like your husband.

He's repentant.

Repentant for what, miss?

For being this county's worst killer?

Look, his crimes have already had
too much press, his surrender to justice,

his sentence.
I think that's enough.

The best thing for this country
is for him to be forgotten,

do you understand?

Look, ma'am.

I didn't come here to protect John Jairo.

Even less,
to try to convince you of anything.

I came with a message.

He has important information.
Information no one else has.

I'm not talking just any kind
of information.

We're talking about serious stuff.

Things that the country should know.

So...

It's in your hands

Of course you can call the cops,
you asshole. Do it, if you want.

If I were you,
I'd leave the money where I tell you.

Remember you have two daughters.

Remember you have a wife.

Then don't fuck around.

Bastard.

Done.

TOWER 2B

Ay, divine child Jesus, help me.

Help me,
because I feel I can't do this anymore.

It went pretty well.

But we have to keep working hard, man.

Working hard all the time.

Hey, I'll be there in a sec.

Let me sing a song for you

To warm up your heart

You beautiful thing

- Are you okay?
- Yes, yes, fine.

Why the face, then?

- What face? It's the only one I have.
- You look so sad.

No, I'm fine.

- Are you on your way out?
- Yes, I am.

How about if we drive you?

Oh, no.

No, thanks, that's not necessary.

- All the guys are there, we have a van.
- Mm-hmm.

If you let us take you,
I promise you, on the way,

we'll sing songs for you.

No.
No, really. I'm going far way.

For that smile,

I'll take you to the end of the world.

To Africa if you wish.

Let me take you
to the end of the world

Come with me

Lower your voice.

Here it is.

Ay, mamá

Okay, Tommy, good luck.

Bye, thank you.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

It wasn't necessary to drive me
all the way.

Yeah, but...

Well.

It was my pleasure.

Totally. And...

I wish, I hope you feel better.

Really.

Thank you.

Wait, wait a second.

Look, this is our newest work.
I would love for you to listen to it.

Music always makes us feel better.

With that lovely face,
you shouldn't be so sad.

You're too beautiful for that.

- Thank you.
- Have a wonderful day.

Hey! Hey, dude.

NATIONAL PROSECUTOR

Hey, Durán.

You seem pretty obsessed
with Velásquez's wife, no?

After the last sentence,
this case is completely closed.

I wouldn't be so sure, Ramos.

John Jairo is a smart guy.

He'll probably come up with something.
I won't just sit back and watch.

For me, this chapter is closed.

We wait for them
to approve the extradition and...

game over.

And what?

The game is over, my friend.

We win.

That's it.

Tomorrow in an exclusive,
our journalist Ana María Solozábal

will interview
John Jairo Velásquez Vásquez,

lieutenant and former security boss
of Pablo Escobar.

This interview
will change the history of our country.