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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.

I'm here to protect you.

Really, to protect me?

Why would you chase me like that?
You nearly gave me a heart attack.

- Why didn’t you call me?
- Because that phone is tapped.

Who tapped it?

The police, paramilitaries, criminals.
Who cares?

In Colombia, whoever isn’t with you
is against you.

Look...

Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.

- César.
- César.

We better stop this right now.

You’re going to do me more harm
than good.

I’ll be careful.

- That’s not the point.
- I don’t have a criminal record.

Ximena, I am inside
the organization, but...

I can assure you
nothing can link me to them.

I don’t know.

If I'm seen with you it’ll get worse.

- Really?
- Really.

And if they kill you? Kidnap you?
Hurt you?

That'd really be a problem.

CAPITAL PRISON

Nobody will talk.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, bro.

I have my ways.

They know that if they talk
they’ll end up dead.

- I hope so.
- I’ll be fine.

And my case?

It’s going well, bro.

I’m preparing
for Ana María's hearing.

- When is it?
- In a month.

I need you to focus.

- I am focused.
- No, I really need you to focus.

Let’s put the business issue aside.
Let’s take a break.

Let’s get focused.

This is what matters now.

All right?

Put it in that pile over there, please.

What’s up?

- Look at this.
- How’s it going?

We’re almost done.

Great, great.

Good, good, boys.

1 MONTH LATER

COURT
HEARING ROOM

See if my lawyer is outside.

He’s tall
with a five o’clock shadow.

All right?

Good afternoon.
Excuse the delay, Your Honor.

So?

Where the hell were you, fucker?
You almost missed it.

I'm here now. You're covered.

You're high. Are you on cocaine?

Relax, everything is under control, bro.

Let’s begin this court hearing,

requested by the Prosecution,

for the charges

against John Jairo Velásquez...

who is being charged with perjury...

and first-degree murder.

Sir, please begin.

Thank you, Your Honor.

I am Detective Cifuentes,
for the Prosecution.

I am here as a witness against
John Jairo Velásquez Vásquez.

Proceed.

I want to start

with the recording
of Fernando Buitrago,

alias El Loco,
Pablo Escobar’s hitman.

His confession, Your Honor,

was sent to the defense team.

This confession confirms that El Loco

and John Jairo Velásquez Vásquez

murdered the anonymous judge
Bernardo Solozábal.

I would also like to mention,
Your Honor,

that El Loco died
under strange circumstances,

just after he'd received a visit

from Mr. Velásquez’s counsel,
who's here now.

Objection, Your Honor.

The Prosecutor is referring to me

as if I had something to do
with the death of that man.

Sustained.

Your Honor.

I want to bring attention
to the strange circumstances

surrounding the death
of the key witness in this case.

I also want to confirm that,
at the time of Solozábal's death,

the Prosecution accused
Pablo Escobar and his hitmen

of perpetrating the murders
of other judges in this country.

- Ximena Escobar?
- Yes?

I’m Ricardo Álvarez. I’m with
the Department of National Security.

I have a warrant for your arrest.

You have been accused
of aiding the guerrillas.

No.

This is a mistake.

I’ll walk you to the door.

I don’t know why Fabio let you in.

Sure. Please come with us.

Don’t worry, miss, we are the good guys.

This is a misunderstanding.

Come with us.

I'm not with the guerrillas!

Either you come willingly or by force.

Fine, I...
I can walk by myself!

- No need for a scene.
- You’re making one.

Your Honor.

My client,
Mr. John Jairo Velásquez...

is the true victim here.

No.

For several months,
Ms. Ana María Solozábal, who’s here now,

has been trying to incriminate him

with any scheme she could think of.

First,

she accused him of being
the leader of a drug trafficking network

that had distribution channels for acid
all over the city.

Back then,

just like now,

my client was in Capital Prison,

where he is well known
for his good behavior

and for spending most of his time
writing his memoir.

After that, having been unsuccessful
in her efforts,

Ms. Solozábal decided to invite him

to participate
in a series of interviews for TV.

What was her intention?

To get him to confess another crime.

How could she do this?

As my client had already
taken responsibility for all of his crimes

before the law,

Ms. Solozábal

decided to make herself the protagonist
of the next story.

What story, Your Honor?

This one.

She’s accusing my client
of her father’s murder.

Your Honor.

Please.

None of this makes any sense.

I don’t know
Ms. Solozábal's personal agenda.

What I do know is that she’s constantly
trying to bring my client down.

And now, just as before,

she doesn’t have any evidence,
absolutely nothing.

I am asking you, please.

Stop this travesty.

Travesty?

How disrespectful.

We've told you that we’re from
the Department of National Security.

So, what you’re doing
is completely illegal.

You see, princess, nothing is illegal.

We can do whatever we want
with guerrilla informants.

I am not a guerrilla informant.
How many times do I have to tell you?

Look.

We're not doing this because we like it.

We thoroughly investigated you,

and we are convinced
that you are a guerrilla informant.

Fine, I will exercise my right
to keep silent

until I am provided with an attorney.

Bermúdez, get an attorney for the lady.

Wait, please.

We can reach an agreement,
don’t you think?

No! This is unnecessary!

It’s unnecessary!

Please, sir!

Let me go.

After listening
to both parties' allegations,

and considering the evidence
presented by the Prosecution...

this court does not find enough proof

to link Mr. John Jairo Velásquez

with the murder
of Mr. Bernardo Solozábal.

Therefore, I declare
Mr. John Jairo Velásquez

innocent of all charges.

This hearing is adjourned.

Your Honor.

How long is our judicial system

going to keep protecting
these criminals?

He is a hitman!

Calm down.

- What more proof do you need?
- Calm down.

Such bullshit!

- This fucking country!
- Sadly, this is how it works.

We lost.
There’s nothing we can do, for now.

Calm down.

It’s okay.

In that moment, I fell into despair.

I felt vulnerable.

I felt as if that man had shot
my father again with total impunity.

How could this man remain untouchable?

How could he get away
with mocking the law in front of everyone?

However, the importance of discovering
an arsenal in Capital Prison...

NATIONAL PROSECUTOR

pales in comparison to other
discoveries made by the authorities

during this month of investigations.

After a thorough cross-referencing
of documents, logs...

and biographical notes of the inmates...

the investigators concluded that...

more than a hundred people,
both inmates and visitors...

entered Capital Prison...

and no one ever saw them again.

I am Colonel Mario Tello
from the National Police.

Due to the multiple outrages
which have occurred inside Capital Prison,

the government has decided
to take drastic measures

against the administration of this prison.

This process has been supervised

by the United States of America,

through Plan Colombia.

CAPITAL PRISON

Capital Prison

will no longer be run
as it has been up to this point.

Rafael Bautista.

Hurry up. I didn’t come here
to look at your ugly faces.

The new prison has been armed
against any form of corruption.

The new warden,

along with the guards...

have been carefully selected and trained

by the U.S. Federal Bureau of Prisons.

My name is Reinaldo Ortiz.

CAPITAL PRISON WARDEN

I am the new warden of this prison.

How ironic.

All those bombs...

you planted in this country...

You might not remember, but...

you murdered my entire family.

Do you know what I'm going to do

with each and every bomb
you detonated in our country?

I'm gonna stick them up your ass.

Don’t step on the line!

Approximately 200 kilos of cocaine

perfectly packed

and ready to be distributed.

Who are the dead?

DEA AGENT FOR COLOMBIA

They guarded the shipment.

It looks like they were Colombian.

They didn’t have IDs.

We're trying to find out
their true identity.

Boss.

Boss.

Boss, you have a phone call.

Boss, a phone call. It’s urgent.

Oh, God...

- Bring me something for a headache.
- Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

Hello.

What’s up? How did the business go?

What?

Lunch will be served
between 12:00 and 12:30.

You’ll have two hours of manual labor.

One hour of physical labor.

A 15-minute break.

Half an hour for lunch.

Fifteen minutes of TV.
And then, you’ll return to your cells.

You’ll be allowed
one visitor every two weeks.

And the conjugal visits...

will be once a month.

And only for 20 minutes.

Silence!

One more complaint,
and there won’t be conjugal visits.

Conjugal visits will last
only 15 minutes.

I’m just considering your poor victims.

I don’t think they want to be
with jerks like you longer than that.

Right, Velásquez?

Look at me!

Is that clear?

To your cells.

To your cells!

That son of a bitch.
Really, 15-minute conjugal visits?

That’s how long it takes me
to take off my shoes.

Hurry.

Get in.

That’s it.
Don’t step on the yellow line.

Come on, get in. That’s it.

Who said you could look at me?

Make the black guy in the back hurry up.

Come on, get in.

Get in.

My friend.
Yours is the top one, okay?

Line up outside in the cellblock.

Come on.

I have to give you some information.

What do you mean,
you made a mistake?

We were supposed to kill
the Chief of Police.

A colonel whose last name was Quintero.
An honest guy.

Forthright.
He didn’t do business with the Mafia.

But the Boss ordered his death

because he'd locked up
Mrs. Tata and little Manuela,

who, at the time,
was four or five years old.

He ordered us to put a bomb in a car.

That’s when
Pinina started investigating him.

He set up the car with the bomb
in the area.

He made it look normal.

The guy used to leave his house around six
in the morning, near the stadium.

He drove a Mercedes 230, along
with his bodyguards and police escort.

He drove
on the same street every day.

Then, Pinina set the car bomb

and left a boy in charge
of detonating it, about 50 meters away.

When the boy saw the convoy
guarding the Mercedes coming

he detonated the bomb.

It was so powerful that an officer
ended up on a third floor.

That was it.

Afterwards, we saw the Boss.
"It’s all set, Boss."

He said...
"Turn on the radio."

So we did and listened.

"A car bomb...

has just killed...

the governor of Antioquia".

Can you imagine?
And he was the Boss's friend.

An honest guy.

Kind of good,
considering he was the Boss's friend.

He was planning to support
his presidential candidacy.

One of his own men.

- And what did he say?
- Nothing.

Zip.

He didn’t get flustered or scream.

He said nothing.

He knew.

He knew that
he was just collateral damage.

Ana, you have to stop
watching those videos.

Enough about Popeye.
Stop this obsession.

I don’t want to.

It isn’t an obsession. Janeth.

My dad was devoted to justice.

Yes, and justice betrayed him.

Justice didn’t do anything
to convict his killers.

That’s true,
but you have to let this Popeye thing go.

Let it go.

What happened was my fault.

What are you talking about?

I gave him a voice
when I interviewed him.

I’m the only one who can take it away.

What do you mean?

I want to bring back attention
to Popeye’s victims.

No, Ana María, no.

I beg your pardon, Tito?

- You told me...
- No, no.

I told you something different.

Look.

It's one thing to make victims aware
of who killed their loved ones.

It's another to expose their pain,
their drama and suffering

in front of an audience,
in front of a camera.

This is a newscast,
not a confessional.

We won't expose their pain.
We’ll give the victims a voice.

It’s the least we can do.
We gave that murderer a voice.

And it was a mistake.

You know how he bragged about his crimes.

- Yes.
- I want to give them a face, all right?

Since they were only numbers to him,
just dirty jobs he did for his boss.

If I were his victim,

I wouldn’t talk, not even after death.

Let me try.
I’ll find the best way to do it.

Oh my God, Ana María, Ana María.

Why are you so stubborn?

Huh?

Tito, I need a camera right now.

What for?

They just arrested Nena Ximena Escobar,
charged her with aiding the guerrillas.

They found weapons in her apartment.

- Sure, pick one.
- Yes? Thanks.

Oh, boy.

Obviously someone put weapons
in my apartment.

They framed me.

And is this also part of the frame-up?

Your Honor.

Is it a crime

for a beauty pageant winner
to visit prisoners?

Ms. Escobar.

The evidence presented by the Prosecution
implicates you.

Therefore, as a safety measure,
until your hearing,

you will remain in jail.

What do you mean in jail? This isn’t fair.

Take her away.

This is why this country is so messed up!

Stand up, please.

I’ll prove to you
that this is an injustice.

It’s okay. I can walk on my own.

Is it true that they found
several weapons in your apartment?

Come on, you know me.

You know I am a human rights advocate.

I don’t understand why these people
want to link me to the guerrillas,

but I can assure you
that their evidence is completely false.

I'm also accusing

the National Security Department
of kidnapping me.

They held me for more than 24 hours.

They gagged me and beat me up.
Look what they did to me.

Ms. Ximena, do you have proof
of what you are saying?

Of course I do.
My building’s doorman can confirm it.

I know who framed the beauty queen.

And believe me, you gotta be
a real bastard to do a thing like that.

The fact that Duván and Ancízar
betrayed her to the Security Department

was a stab in the back.

I know you are enemies,
and they want revenge,

but to punish
a poor beauty queen, bro?

Last time she was here,

I noticed that you two spoke
for a long time.

They also noticed and said
"She is Galeno’s Achilles' heel."

Can I ask you something, bro?

Besides you,
who else are they trying to harm?

This is bad. I’ll leave this tidbit
for you to think about.

What?

Nobody messes with my people,
you son of a bitch.

I told you not to step on the yellow line.

What do you think you're doing?

Listen, it's one thing
for you to order me around,

and another
to force me to eat that shit.

You can eat it if you like.

Put that food away.

Hello.

Hello, is this Sofía Ramírez?

- Yes, this is she.
- How are you?

This is Ana María Solozábal
with the Eight O’Clock News.

What do you want?

- Listen, I...
- No.

You turned us into a joke.

You made my life miserable.

You made me relive all the suffering
that bastard put me through.

Sofía, hear me out.

No, it was enough
to listen to that bastard brag

as if it was an accomplishment,
full of pride.

Explaining how he killed my husband
and the other victims.

Eh...

Sofía, if you give me
five minutes of your time, I can...

You, miss,

turned a monster into a hero.

I hope you can live with that.

Okay.

What do you mean he’s not there?
Where is he?

Look, Serrano told me to call him
at this number if I needed him.

Listen, baby doll, I can’t call every
15 minutes. This isn’t a five-star hotel.

Tell him that
Popeye is looking for him.

And if I need him, he better show up,
no matter where he is, got it?

But how the hell did they catch them?

Hey.

Do you think they’ll catch us?

They don’t know who we are.
And they have no way to find us.

DRUG TRAFFICKING PILOT

Did you tell J.?

Does he know
the shipment got intercepted?

No.

Tell him, and soon.

He'd better hear about this mess from you,
and not from someone else.

Hello, may I speak
with Andrés Restrepo, please?

How are you?

This is Ana María Solozábal.

Yes, the journalist
from the Eight O’Clock News.

Five minutes. That’s why...

Look, Patricia,
I understand your pain.

Believe me. That’s why...

Give me just five minutes.

Hello? Hello.

Is this José Beltrán?

How are you?

This is Ana María Solozábal.
I am...

Hello?

Eh... I understand your pain,

Mr. Ramón, but, that’s why...

that’s why I am conducting
this investigation.

I know...
Hear me out, please.

That’s exactly what I want to talk about.

Yes, I’m sorry.
I won’t call you again.

Please don’t hang up.
Please, listen to me. Yes?

What...

Hello?

What is this?

This is the food you didn’t want to eat
at lunch time.

I won’t eat this shit.

That’s too bad.

It’s all there is.

Listen, everyone.

The food you see here...

was paid for by the good citizens
with their taxes.

So, from now on,
nobody will waste a crumb.

Understood?

Not a crumb.

So, Velásquez?

You decide.

Either you eat it now...
or I’ll make you eat it later.

I'd rather starve, you son of a bitch.

Lights.

Come on.

Wake up.

What’s up?
This place smells like a pig sty.

Come on, come on.

Let’s go.

Move. What are you waiting for?

Come on.

- Hello?
- Sofía Ramírez?

- Yes.
- Ana María Solozábal, from the news...

- I know you. You're that journalist.
- Please, listen to me for a minute.

Didn’t I make myself clear yesterday?

Yes, you did.
I just need a moment.

No, not even a moment.

And if you keep harassing me
I'll press charges.

Hear me out, please.
That criminal...

I’m one of his victims.

Popeye killed my father.

I made a mistake
by letting a criminal speak,

but that’s why I’m here now.

I need the help of all the victims
whose lives that bastard ruined, Sofía.

Neither fingerprint nor facial analysis
produced any results.

NATIONAL PROSECUTOR

However, we still think
they were Colombian, right?

That’s what we assume,
judging by their routes,

their M.O.,
and the quality of the alkaloids.

What cartel did they belong to?

That’s hard to tell right now.

One had a tattoo
of a Medellín soccer team.

And the other had one from Cali.

Besides,
all their ringleaders are in jail.

The good news is
that we’re on the right track.

We've managed
to infiltrate their organization.

Our men are sending sporadic reports.

However, they're still
at the bottom of the chain of command.

They’re bottom of the barrel.

We could accelerate the operation,

but we don’t want to risk
our agents’ lives

or the success of the operation.

Right now, we must be patient and wait.

I’m sure that pretty soon

our work will permit us to capture
the leader of the new cartel.

Judges, attorneys,

journalists, police, citizens.

Where are the thousands of victims now...

Widows, orphans, mothers, friends...

That John Jairo Velásquez Vásquez
left behind

after the outbreak of violence and death
he put this country through?

This is Sofía Ramírez,
wife of General Jorge Ramírez,

who was murdered by Popeye
in December of 1990.

Sofía, welcome.

Thank you for granting me
this interview.

Thank you for inviting me, Ana María.

The truth is that, for us, the victims

of this criminal,
it is important to tell

what we went through
in this macabre story.

This happened...

in December.
We lived in Medellín.

Our children
lived with my mother in Bogotá.

We decided to spend New Year’s
with some friends.

We left their house late at night.

A motorcycle rode by,

and the shots began.

I can still remember
the sound of the bullets.

My husband was on the ground.

And, instinctively,
I covered his body with mine.

He was already dead.

It’s been ten years
since that moment.

How has your life been, Sofía?

Hell.

My children and I haven’t had
a moment of peace since.

The blow that Velásquez dealt us
was too hard.

He destroyed us.
Not only emotionally,

but psychologically
and also financially.

Psychologists, treatments,

physicians, security.

And, on top of that,

the injustice of seeing this man
continue to get away with everything.

We haven’t had a day of relief.

How do you feel right now?

How do I feel?

Helpless.

Humiliated.

Humiliated.
Humiliated to see how

this murderer,
because that’s what he is...

has become a celebrity.

A star,

who is celebrated for his murders.

Because in this country,

everybody remembers the murderers,
the criminals, and the corrupt,

who keep operating with impunity.

But what about the victims

that a man like John Jairo Velásquez

leaves behind as a result
of his depravity?

Who remembers them?

Who remembers my husband?

Outrage.

That’s what I feel.

What a shame I wasn’t here
when that journalist came.

I would’ve enriched your story.

I would’ve expanded
your catalog of crimes.

I would’ve told her...

how you,
in a display of greatness and bravery...

detonated a bomb
and forced me to look at five caskets.

Five.

My mother’s.

My wife’s.

And my three children.

How does it feel, Velásquez?

How the fuck does it feel?

This is just part of the evidence
that we have collected

during four weeks of investigation.

For example...

here is a list of the times you called
the cell phone of Commander Galeno.

By the way, speaking of which...

you are with him here.

And here.

- Here.
- I can explain.

Please do.

I became a candidate for Congress
because I like to mediate.

This one was taken during a humanitarian
visit I made to Capital Prison.

- This...
- This.

We also found this in your apartment.

This links you directly
with an attack that was being planned

against Casa de Nariño
and the President of the Republic.

That isn’t true.
I’ve never seen this before.

You must believe me.

That isn’t mine.

Ximena.

You remind me of my daughter.

Believe me,
you’re in deep trouble.

Your life, as you know it,
is about to change.

I suggest you help us.

The sooner, the better.

What year did you go to work
for the Secretariat?