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We were doing a wiretap on
one of the phones that Pablo's talking on,

and Pablo's talking to his wife, Tata,
on the phone.

"Hey, how are you, honey? How's the kids?"

And you can hear a guy screaming.
He's being tortured.

You hear a guy shriek, like a yell.

I'll never forget that.

And so finally, Pablo says,
"Hold on just a second."

And he tries to cover the phone,

and Javier hears him say, "Shut him up."

Then, all of a sudden,
it gets deathly quiet.

That's how diabolical,
that's how unremorseful this guy is.

I mean, the guy thought he was invincible.

Medellín, Colombia, 1982.

Pablo Escobar is the head

of the most powerful, violent and feared
criminal organization in the world.

You know, he was responsible
for the vast majority of cocaine

coming into the United States.

These guys were smuggling
2,500 kilos of cocaine

on a daily basis.

The Medellín cartel
is raking in over $2 billion a month.

Those Escobar can't bribe, he kills.

There are a lot of evil people,

but up until that point I had never
encountered anybody like that.

Escobar also has
an ardent following.

For us, Pablo Emilio Escobar
Gaviria was a religion.

He was a God.

Those who know
the Robin Hood story

know that he fought for
and looked out for the poor.

But for the DEA,

he's the most wanted criminal
in the world.

A lot of times,
we'll start at a low level,

but our goal is,
we wanna climb that ladder,

to get as high as we can
in an organization,

'cause we wanna take out
the head of the snake.

Escobar wages a brutal war
on his own country,

and he's unafraid to fight to the death.

1949, Pablo Escobar is born into
one of the world's most violent countries.

Colombia.

Plagued by civil and guerrilla war,

it's a world in which
the audacious Escobar thrives.

By his teens,
he slips into a life of petty crime

and one struggle over some stolen cash
catches the eye of a young man

who will become his most trusted hit man
in years to come.

One day, I was on my way to school

when I see a scuffle between a policeman
and a gangster with a gun in his hand.

He grabs a money pouch from the policeman.

The policeman falls down
and whips out his revolver...

and shoots.

They managed to get the gangster out
on a motorbike.

The guy on the motorbike
was Pablo Escobar.

But street crime
isn't enough for the power-hungry Escobar.

Pablo had that
genius ingenuity about him.

He knew the street,
and he also had that business savvy.

A savvy that'll lead
to Escobar's meteoric rise.

In the mid-'70s,
he joins forces with three criminals,

Carlos Lehder, Luis Ochoa
and Jose Gonzalo Gacha,

to start buying and selling Colombia's
most lucrative product, cocaine.

The Medellín cartel is born.

The cartel sets its sights
on a booming new market

a thousand miles away, in Miami,

where cocaine is the drug of choice
for Florida's rich and famous.

The 1980s, Miami was the spot.

It was just unbelievable
that there was that much cocaine...

honestly, in the world at one time.

If you liked those type of investigations,

there was no better place
to be in the 1980s than Miami.

And the Medellín cartel
soon devised a creative way

of getting the coke into the US
via the Sunshine State.

Carlos Lehder Rivas
bought an island in the Bahamas

and paid 5 million dollars a month
to the country's president.

Planes arrive from Colombia
to the Bahamas.

And from there,

every weekend, boats and small yachts
would arrive from Miami

and be loaded with cocaine.

Trafficking was very easy.

They referred to the Bahamas
as their trampoline into the US.

While on patrol,
Agent Steve Murphy gets a front-row view

of the enormous scale
of Escobar's operation.

We come across this aircraft
that's submerged in the water.

They point it out to me. I'm like,
"My gosh! There's a plane crash."

I'm telling the pilots,
"We need to call in boats.

We need to bring in divers. Find out
if there are bodies on the plane."

The two pilots were laughing at me.

I told 'em, "What are you guys
laughing at? It's not funny."

They said, "You don't even know
what you're looking at.

Those are narcotics planes.
Those are cocaine-laden planes

that the cartels in Colombia
fly up into the Caribbean island chain,

the boats come in,
they get the load of cocaine off,

they take the two pilots off
and away they go,

and they just leave that plane there."

The cartel's abandon

reveals just how much profit
their operation's raking in.

To produce a kilo of cocaine
in the jungles for those guys

was about $1,000.

Their transportation fees were $4,000.

So your initial investment was $5,000.

And in Miami, in the mid-'80s,

that kilo of cocaine
was going for about $80,000.

These guys were smuggling
2,500 kilos of cocaine

on a daily basis.

So, if you do the math,
your return is in the billions of dollars.

And because of that,

they became the largest cocaine empire
we had ever seen.

By the early '80s, Medellín
is the cocaine capital of the world.

And Escobar protects its profits
with extreme ruthlessness.

Escobar's rule
was that those who do not pay,

if they hadn't already been killed,
were made to pay.

They were kidnapped
and all their possessions taken away.

This is the main thing
that allowed him to rise above the others.

His relentless way
of enforcing the deal he had done.

He eliminated entire families.

He terrorized them.

The DEA ramps up its operation
to take down the murderous drug lord.

They send an undercover agent
into one of Escobar's week-long parties

who witnesses the brutality firsthand.

He said, "Man, you're not gonna believe
what I saw.

You know, we're in the third
or fourth day of this thing,

people are blitzed out of their minds.

One of the sicarios comes up
and says, 'Hey, Boss,' talking to Pablo,

'Hey, Boss, one of the waiters
is stealing your silverware.'"

Well, Pablo's worth $30 billion.

Does he really care that somebody's
stealing a knife and a fork and a spoon?

He said, "Well, let me talk to him."

So he brings him up in front of everybody
and Pablo talks to him a bit,

and finally, he says to somebody,
"Get me some duct tape."

They duct taped the man's hands
behind his back,

they duct taped his feet together...

And Pablo kicks him
into the swimming pool.

The entertainment for the next
several minutes is watching a man drown.

Think about the message that that sends.

That, "I'm untouchable.
I will do what I want when I want.

I'm this strong, and I'm this powerful.

If you steal from me,
then this is what happens to you."

With US
and Colombian authorities both after him,

Escobar builds a brutal army of hit men,
known as sicarios, to protect him.

Jhon Jairo Velásquez, nicknamed Popeye,
soon becomes one of the deadliest.

Soon after I started working for the Boss,
we were all in this house.

A friend of the Boss arrives
and he says, "Pablo...

I want to kill a bus driver
who killed my mum."

The Boss says, "Okay, I'll sort it."

And he calls me, "Come here, Popeye.

Do you want to do this job?"

It will be
Popeye's first killing of many.

The guy came with me and pointed him out.

Two shots to the head. That was it.

So I'm back at work,
and the Boss asks me that night,

"Popeye, why haven't you
collected your money?"

I said, "No worries, sir.
I just want to be with you."

He laughed and gave me $5,000.

He was a leader, and a leader
always pays what he owes.

It was when I shot that bus driver that
I properly entered the criminal world.

Popeye, he admits
to arranging as many as 3,000 murders.

He admitted to killing
as many as 300 people himself.

He's a mass murderer.

Pablo Escobar used to
personally recruit all the sicarios.

He would hug 'em, love 'em,
kiss 'em, he'd give 'em money.

However, he expected their loyalty
in return, which he got.

Escobar's motto is,
"Plata o plomo."

"Money or lead."

He sends his sicarios out
to corrupt a nation.

For example, there'd be a judge
who had a criminal investigation on him,

so the sicarios would go see the judge
and they would tell the judge,

"Judge, I'm being sent by Pablo Escobar.

Before you kick us out...
Now, is this your wife?"

They would show photos of his wife.

They would show photos
of his kids at school.

And then they would say,
"Mr. Escobar wants you to drop this case.

If you don't drop it,
Escobar would kill them."

A lot of people started taking the money,
and you know what?

I do not blame them for taking the money.

By 1982,
Escobar's at the top of his game.

He's the wealthiest man in Colombia.

And he lavishes his riches
on a 7,000-acre estate,

the notorious Hacienda Nápoles.

As an audacious touch,
he mounts a replica of the plane

that carried his very first shipment
of coke to the US,

a Piper PA-18 Super Cub,
onto the front gate.

Look, the Nápoles estate was a paradise.

Literally a paradise.

A paradise built

on the billions earned
from trafficking cocaine.

Hacienda Nápoles was a place for fun
and a center for crime.

There was time for family,
time for fun, and time for war.

He loves bringing people
in there to entertain.

He's got all these exotic animals
in his own private zoo.

It's kinda like a kids' park type thing.

So this is a place
that Pablo loves to show off.

There were parties that lasted five,
seven or eight days.

The Boss would have half a beer
and smoke half a joint.

Pablo Escobar liked there to be
fabulous-looking women at his parties.

The Boss had a strong aura.

His energy was so powerful, he'd touch
a girl and she would instantly become wet.

He was very powerful.

By the early '80s,
the Medellín cartel is supplying

four out of every five lines snorted
in the United States.

Escobar thinks he's untouchable
in his Colombian hideout.

But he's about to face
a new unimaginable foe.

I, Ronald Reagan, do solemnly swear...

President Ronald Reagan
makes it his mission

to bring down the narcotics smugglers.

We intend to do what is necessary
to end the drug menace

and cripple organized crime.

Reagan ratifies
an extradition treaty with Colombia.

Pablo Escobar can now be tried and jailed
in the United States.

It's Escobar's greatest fear made real.

I reject the extradition treaty
between Colombia and the United States.

So, Escobar hatches a plan.

Viva Pablo Escobar Gaviria!

Pablo understands the need

to link himself to politics
and get into parliament

in order to get parliamentary immunity.

After funding
numerous community projects,

Escobar quickly builds up
a public following,

which wins him a seat in Congress.

But this isn't his only prize.

Along with his new job
comes immunity from extradition.

Once again, he places himself beyond
the reach of the US justice system.

But those against him are hunting for
the evidence they need to kick him out.

You have a lot of money, right?

Well, I think that's
a very personal question, very intimate.

But anyone who is interested in knowing
how much money Mr. Pablo Escobar has

can find out
from the National Tax Administration.

One brave journalist
digs deep into Escobar's past.

Guillermo Cano,
the newspaper's editor, he believed

that this man who is in Congress,
making decisions, Pablo Escobar,

had been in prison
and he remembered the mug shot.

The editor of El Espectador
publishes the incriminating photo.

The immediate reaction of the politicians
who had received him into their homes

was to close their doors to him.

The accusations are without foundation...

Escobar is thrown
out of Congress.

And Justice Minister Bonilla
goes after Pablo's empire.

Armed with intelligence from the DEA,

Bonilla orders a raid
on one of Escobar's cocaine factories.

Tranquilandia.

The remote compound has eight air strips,
living quarters for 100 workers,

and 19 laboratories dedicated
to the manufacturing of cocaine.

The enormous scale
of the Medellín operation is clear.

Over one billion dollars' worth of coke
goes up in flames.

And it triggers
one of the bloodiest decades

in Colombian history.

Pablo detested the political class.

He was astonishingly cold-blooded.

And also inexhaustibly determined.

First in line
is the justice minister

who ordered the destruction
of Escobar's cocaine factory.

He pays the ultimate price.

Nothing could stop him.

The Boss was
such a violent man.

Violence poured from his hands.

Bent on revenge,
he continues his reign of terror.

On December 17th, 1986,

the editor who published his mugshot,
Guillermo Cano, is brutally gunned down.

Escobar finishes the job
by blowing up the newspaper's offices.

Now a wanted terrorist in two nations,
he goes underground.

The hunt is on.

It was a priority for DEA
to start going after Pablo Escobar.

We would get a lot of informants.

If 10 informants walked in the door,
out of those ten, two were gonna be good.

Those informants that were reliable,
we paid 'em a good sum of money.

Knowing he's being watched,
Escobar trusts no one.

Even those closest to him.

Wendy Chavarriaga
was the Boss's girlfriend.

She was a spectacular woman,
over six feet tall

with thick black hair and incredible legs.

When Escobar ends the affair,

his mistress seeks revenge
through a relationship with Popeye,

who falls head over heels in love.

But that's not all Wendy does
to hit back at her former lover.

The Boss calls me
and plays a recording down the phone.

It was Wendy talking
to some people from the DEA.

Escobar gives Popeye a choice,
love or loyalty.

So the Boss says,
"Popeye, what are we going to do?"

He need say no more.
I will sort it straightaway.

So I made a date at a restaurant.

I'd already told two of my boys,
my best gunmen.

Told them what she looked like,
the car she was driving.

I arrived and parked.

I call the restaurant and ask to speak
to Miss Wendy Chavarriaga.

And I hear the waiter call for
Wendy Chavarriaga, and I hear her shoes.

Honestly, it was hard.

But on my heart, I swore
an oath of loyalty to Pablo Escobar.

You show Pablo Escobar loyalty
through actions, not words.

The government of Colombia
will do everything in its power

to catch Escobar and his henchmen.

So President César Gaviria
plays his ace card against the drug lord,

the threat of extradition to the US.

Escobar's
ability to generate violence...

was unlike anyone else's
in our country's history.

Pablo Escobar feared extradition.

He believed
that going to the United States

was the worst that could happen
to him or any Colombian.

"I prefer a tomb in Colombia
than a jail cell in the United States."

No one is prepared
for the scale of Escobar's retaliation.

His plan,

overturn the extradition laws
through terror.

The world's first narco terrorist
has publicly declared war on the country.

It's when he becomes a psychopath.

The body count
was going higher and higher.

I'm talking thousands of innocent people.

The women, the children.

The bounties on police officers.

I remember, he would tell his sicarios,
"I want body count."

And that was his way of fighting

and showing Colombia
that he was gonna win.

Colombia
is on the brink of collapse.

President Gaviria marshals his forces,

assembling a group of elite Colombian army
and police personnel,

now with the full weight
of the DEA behind it.

They're called the Search Bloc.

Their only job was to hunt down Escobar,

to catch him dead or alive.

The man put in charge,
Colonel Hugo Martínez.

I knew I was going
on a very dangerous mission.

I could even lose my life.

Martínez is barely on the job
when a fellow officer comes calling.

He tells me that Escobar
is offering me six million dollars

and would hand it over to me
wherever I wanted.

All he wanted was prior notice
when we were about to try and seize him.

I thought it showed weakness on
Escobar's side to come and offer me money.

Martínez won't be bribed.

Once we got Colonel Martínez in place,
that's when things started happening.

A lot of things were going on.

And the Search Bloc gets
its chance to catch the drug lord.

It all began with the interception
of a phone call

when Escobar asks
for a girl to be delivered.

The girl's destination
is Escobar's jungle hideout.

Now, all they have to do is find it.

We took a farmer with us
who knew the route to Medellín.

When we flew over the site he says,
"That's it. That's the house."

In times of war, the Boss
wouldn't just sleep in his underwear.

He would wear his Newman jeans,
no shirt, and with a gun in his hand.

When we were warned
that a helicopter was approaching,

the Boss would grab his gun
in three seconds flat.

Escobar has been tipped off,
and the raid hits a hail of bullets.

They were firing at us from the ground

and the pilot tells me we are hit.

There was a sound like popping corn
as the helicopter was hit.

So we made a retreat.

That night, we were all crestfallen.
We had lost.

He had gotten away from us.

Escobar escapes,
then does what he always does.

Retaliates.

Escobar didn't just kill his enemies.

He killed anyone who he felt posed a risk.

Put yourself in the position of
the president of Colombia, César Gaviria.

Can you imagine
the pressure that's on him?

Where you've got this criminal,

the world's most wanted criminal,
the world's first narco terrorist,

has publicly declared war on the country.

Escobar will stop at nothing
to assert his power.

Going so far as to plot
the assassination of Gaviria,

he tasks a sicario with putting a bomb
on the commercial plane he's flying on.

But his intel is bad.

Gaviria never boards the plane.

One hundred and ten innocent people
are blown to pieces.

It was a terrible thing.

It's the only case I know of,
in the history of humanity,

where a whole plane is downed
just to kill one person.

At that time, our enemy was winning.

We were losing the battle
against drug trafficking.

It was a difficult time.

During the late '80s,

Escobar's reign of terror
continues to escalate.

Now Escobar plays his cards,

and his cards were the kidnappings
to put pressure on the government.

In January 1988,

the drug lord orders Popeye to snatch
the attorney general, Carlos Mauro Hoyos.

Just after 6:00 a.m.,
we ambush and kidnap him.

During the kidnapping,
they kill his driver and bodyguard

and ferry the attorney general
away to a safe house.

Army troops start to swarm the area.
More and more troops.

Because they know we have the
Attorney General Mauro Hoyos in the area.

The Boss calls us on our radio.

The Boss gives me the order
to go in and kill the attorney general.

Before I killed him,
I told him why I was going to kill him.

"I am executing you

because you allow the extradition
of Colombians to the United States."

The Medellín cartel
had some memorable days.

During the Search Bloc's
long hunt,

Escobar's sicarios kill 457 police.

But the Colombian government
refuses to cave in to the terror.

Then, in 1991, Escobar makes
his most unexpected move yet.

If they can guarantee
he won't be extradited,

he'll turn himself in for sentencing.

It was regarded as a political solution
to a problem that we could not solve.

But it's not long
before the real motives

for Escobar's surrender become clear.

He wants to make a deal.

So Pablo comes in,
he says, "Okay, you know...

I was in a car one time
when there was some cocaine in the trunk,

and I didn't know it was in there,

so I guess I unwittingly participated
in the transportation of cocaine.

And that's what I'm pleading guilty to.
You got me."

And the government said, "Okay."

After all his years
of crime and violence,

Escobar only gets five years in jail.

And he has even more demands.

He said, "The first is
I'm gonna build a prison,

and I'm gonna pay for it
because I don't want

the citizens of Colombia
to have to suffer that tax burden."

And the government of Colombia
said, "Okay."

Work begins immediately
to build La Catedral,

the high security prison
a few miles from his Medellín homeland.

Pablo even chooses his guards and inmates.

"My fellow prisoners I'm gonna handpick,
and one of 'em's gonna be my brother

and these others are business associates
who are actually sicarios,"

which translates into assassins.

And the government of Colombia
said, "Okay."

And finally...

And Pablo said,
"There's one more stipulation.

The government of Colombia
and the gringos,

no government official can come within
two miles of my prison while I'm in there,

because I don't trust 'em."

And the government of Colombia
said, "Okay."

He even gets to keep
his multi-billion-dollar fortune.

It's the deal of a lifetime.

But Escobar's biggest coup
comes on June 19th, 1991,

at the same time
as the Colombian authorities fly him

to his brand new personalized prison.

The Colombian Congress
outlaws extradition.

We knew that Pablo Escobar had won,

and the rest of the world had lost.

Escobar's new residence is
the perfect spot to get back to business.

It was there that the Boss
began to restructure

the Medellín cartel's drug trafficking.

La Catedral was a center for crime.

Here there was a wall

that concealed the secret entrance
down into the laundry.

Through here we kept the liquor,
the cocaine that people took,

and the weapons and marijuana
were in there.

And in this room,
we hid people who had entered illegally.

Dealers, prostitutes, anyone
who shouldn't have been in the prison.

Up above of all this, there was a disco,

a good sound system, we had drinks,
the ladies came, there were orgies.

It was the place for sin at La Catedral.

Right under the noses
of the guards,

Pablo creates a home away from home.

What I saw
was a country club atmosphere.

We go to Pablo's cell,
it's a two-room suite.

It has million-dollar paintings
on the walls.

It had color-coordinated draperies
and upholstery.

He had candles on his coffee table.

You go into the bedroom,

he's got a custom-made bed that's bigger
than any king-size bed you've ever seen.

He's got an office built into this room.

His bathroom had a Jacuzzi bathtub.

The walk-in closet had a safe hidden
behind the drawers that you pull out.

This is a prison.

Escobar is back in control.

Frustrated, the DEA sets up camp nearby.

The DEA had bought a property
over there so they could watch us.

They try tapping
the prison's phone system, but...

That whole year that Pablo was in there,
we couldn't intercept anything.

That house over there,

that house belonged
to Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria.

The Boss installed an intercom.

The cable went all the way to the house,
and in the house was a room

where important members
of the Medellín cartel

would come to talk to Pablo Escobar.

The DEA saw the cable,
but assumed it was for electricity.

They never imagined
it was an intercom cable.

The DEA never got proof

that Pablo Escobar was trafficking cocaine
from here, La Catedral prison.

But then,
Escobar makes a huge mistake

that lifts the lid
on the cathedral of crime.

He smuggles in two
of the original cartel members,

and Popeye is there waiting for them.

Underneath Roberto's cabin,
there was a secret room.

We put them in there. We cuff them.

Fernando Galeano
and Gerardo Moncada

have stolen from their boss.

They are very worried
and want to speak to the Boss.

"Popeye, get Pablo!"

When they realize they can't speak
to the Boss, they know they are done for.

You could see it in their eyes.
They were done for.

They ask for water and a Bible.

We shot them in the head.

There was a chainsaw in the Catedral.

We cut them up.

We started to burn the bodies.
A huge bonfire.

The Boss sat in a plastic chair,
wearing a Russian hat,

just staring at the bodies.

The bodies burned all through the night.

The next morning, we broke the bones up
with hammers and acid

to make sure there was no trace
of Galeano and Kiko.

We were burning the Medellín cartel.

It's the final straw
for the government, and they move in.

The government decides to intervene

and move Escobar to another prison

because they have information that Escobar
is committing crimes and murders.

But Escobar sees them coming.

This is the route we took
with Pablo Escobar in 1992

to make our escape.

Pablo Escobar was at the front
leading our escape.

This was completely covered in fog,
and it was 11:00 at night.

The first 200 hundred meters
were treacherous

as the army were flooding in.

Nine thousand men
of the Colombian army came here.

The DEA and the CIA came with the general.

In these mountains,
we outsmarted them all.

Colombia's most notorious
gangster is on the run, again.

But in an extraordinary twist,

Escobar's escape plays straight
into the Search Bloc's hands.

It's like we've got a second chance of
getting the world's most wanted criminal.

We all hated Pablo Escobar. We have
another chance of killing Pablo Escobar.

A nationwide appeal
for info on Escobar goes out.

And the Search Bloc gets
a crucial tip-off.

There was this house
on this mountainside,

and the information from the informant
was that Pablo was in the house.

We heard the footsteps of the army.

We got inside that house,
and what we found in there,

and this was a fetish of Pablo Escobar's

for whatever reason,
he liked nice bathrooms,

and there's this little shack
with this really nice bathroom.

There's no sign of Pablo Escobar.

Incredibly, we crawled and found
a sugar cane field and hid there.

Escobar escapes capture,
but his time is running out.

Even when his network, his militia,
commanders and hit men started falling,

those who did not fall gave themselves up.

Until he was left all alone.

With the noose tightening,

Escobar finally releases his ever-loyal
sicario, Popeye, to hand himself in.

I arrive and hand him my gun.

The Boss takes it and says,
"Popeye, thank you for everything."

We look at each other and say nothing.
I knew I would never see him again.

Next, the drug lord turns
to getting his family out of Colombia.

They try fleeing the country,

but are met by DEA Agent Peña
at the Medellín airport.

When we stopped them,
lot of commotion,

a lot of crying, a lot of yelling.

We basically tore up their visas.

This man couldn't give himself
the luxury of sending his family away

and continue to commit outrageous crimes.

The government
moves the family here,

to the Tequendama Hotel
in central Bogotá.

Fearing they're still in danger,
Escobar calls the president.

We took the position that we would not
accept any of his terms.

We would only accept
an unconditional surrender.

The Search Bloc
wire taps the family's hotel...

and waits for Escobar
to make his next move.

All the surveillance
is left on for about 72 hours.

I am listening in from my headquarters,
day and night.

Then, on December 2nd,
Escobar calls his son.

He's heard the family might get
sanctuary in El Salvador.

Escobar comes on the line,
talking at 9:00 or 10:00 in the morning.

We are very grateful

to the President of El Salvador.

He is treating us in a humane way.

He is not treating us like criminals.

His family effectively became
his executioner.

We pin down the area where he's located.

The head
of the surveillance team

takes a unit to the neighborhood
where they've traced the calls.

Agent Steve Murphy
is at the Search Bloc's headquarters,

listening in on developments.

He's driving down the street,

he's got his antenna out,
he's looking at his meter,

and his meter indicates
that the signal's coming

from a row house that he's driving by.

He looks up and sees Pablo Escobar
looking out the window.

He says, "I've found him.

I think it's Escobar.
I saw him through the window."

The troops make their move.

They lined the door
of this row house with det cord.

They blew the door off the hinges.

Pablo's on the second floor,
he and his one sicario.

They go up to the third floor...

the sicario jumps out the window.
He takes off running across the roof.

He's shot. Falls off the roof
on the ground, dead.

Pablo comes out that window,
makes a run across the roof.

He's actually shot three times.

Once in the back of the leg.

Once in the butt cheek.

Third shot was in the ear.

And that was the kill shot.

I was sitting in my office,
and I felt huge relief.

The reason we're all smiling
in those photographs

is because every one of us knew
at that very second,

the very second that Pablo Escobar died,

every citizen in the country of Colombia
was safer,

simply because one man was dead.

"Viva Colombia!"

Everybody shouts, "Viva Colombia!"