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HE WHO DOESN'T KNOW HISTORY
IS DOOMED TO REPEAT IT

PABLO ESCOBAR, THE LORD OF EVIL

- Hi, little Aurora.
- Good day, Don Pablo.

- Did you take your clothes off already?
- Yes, sir.

Turn around.

Oh, what happened?

- Oh, this junk. Oh, this can't be.
- What is it, Marino?

Wait a second.

- Oh, this damned thing again.
- What's wrong?

You know what, baby?
Come and help me a while.

Oh, no. Can I stay in here?
It's very sunny outside.

Help me, otherwise we will have to stay
in this place the whole day, dear.

Come on, that's easy.

- Oh, this little car.
- What is it?

Look, do you see this little cable
in here? The red one?

Hold it tight.
Hold it while I work inside, okay?

A question, Marino.

Why didn't we wait for Aurora?

If we came together,
we should leave together too, right?

Relax, we'll pick her up now.
You relax.

- Very tight, the little cable.
- You told me already.

Dad, I think we should do
what Don Pablo Escobar said.

- If we stay here they'll kill us.
- But, Son,

you know this is the best place
to defend ourselves from an attack.

No, sir. At this time,
the Castaway has to be with those people.

They are going to kill us, Dad.

But if we leave,
they will continue to pursue us anyway.

- Look, Dad, listen to me.
- Shut your damn mouth! Shut it up!

Captain, is this the road
between Tolu and Coveñas?

- Yes, this is the one.
- I don't see anything.

I'm not going to play your little game.
You're not going to pull our leg.

Watch it, because you know
what will happen to you.

Look, there it is.

The one with the huge parking lot,
with the zinc roof. Can you see it?

- The one to the right?
- That's the one.

Shit! They got us!
Come, we're going to show them

that we, the Ramírez,
are shooting champions.

If you don't aim right, we'll be fucked!

Castaway, what type of weapons
do they keep in that warehouse?

Piles of rifles.

Federico, let's get out of here.
You go with two men,

and we will cover you.
Let's get out the back way!

- What do we do, colonel?
- Dissuasive fire, Aguirre.

Watch it.

We need to catch the Mariachi alive
to get information from him.

Wait, Dad, move. Move!

Get out and you'll see!

Open the door, open the door, man!
Open the door!

- They left in a truck through the back.
- What shall we do, colonel?

Do you think the Mariachi is
in that truck?

Maybe, I don't know.

I think we should stay, colonel.
That is a strategy to make us leave.

Captain, ask land authorities to get there
now and we will follow the truck.

Yes, colonel.

EL ESPECTADOR
MORNING PAPER FOUNDED IN 1887

Thank you very much.

How are you, Fer?

Which one of the two?

Huh, this one.

- That's the one. Bye.
- Why? Fer!

Juan Gui, what is it?

How was it in jail?

The story of the assumed killer
of Galán is incredible.

I think that man is innocent,

that someone like him
isn't capable of killing anyone.

Well, any information about that
has to wait.

Why?

We have to keep our eyes
on what's happening.

I need you to find out everything you can
about Gustavo Ramírez, alias the Mariachi.

- His importance in the Medellín Cartel.
- Did they capture him without me knowing?

It seems the elite force has him
surrounded in a small town in the coast.

So we have to move.

Yes. Yes...

Let's go, guys.

Perfect, keep us posted then.

What's going on?

He's totally surrounded.
We should have him any minute now.

Are you really going to capture him?

Or kill him.
He isn't going to escape us this time.

Mr. Bedoya, do you know the meaning
of what's happening at this moment?

Of course I know it, Mr. President.

We would return people's faith
in their government

and their police force.

We would be sending them the message
that we are the ones in command,

not those criminals.
And that, my dear Mr. Bedoya,

will immediately do away
with whatever negotiation.

Any news from the Mariachi?

Nothing,
the Mariachi hasn't called again.

We should stop looking for him
to prevent them to find us, right?

The situation is quite delicate,

and that completely changes
our options, Pablo.

Yes, Pedro. We can't even think
about the possibility

of a negotiated solution
with the National Government

while we continue
to be screwed over by them.

Maybe, Mariachi,
we are well protected here.

That's typical of him!
What a stubborn guy!

- How many times did we tell him, Gonzalo?
- Many.

- Not to go to Cartagena.
- We told him that several times.

Just like you and that Buga stupid idea.
The same fucking thing.

No, fuck off, that I am here!

No, no, are we going to start
to fool about with the past? Fuck off!

They would have caught him on the ranch,
in Cartagena, wherever, brother.

He has rats up to his chest, Pablo!

What about the Castaway?

Acting as Mariachi's best friend
and stabbing him in the back, man.

Have they already confirmed
that the snitch is that roach?

Absolutely! What a filthy rat!

I hope the Mariachi can escape,
because if they catch him,

that will be a great trophy
for the Government.

We place three bombs

and they answer capturing one
of the Medellín Cartel heads.

Can you imagine the headlines
those jerks would publish, Pablo?

And the negotiation would go to hell.

Totally, totally.
You can't sit down to negotiate

when one of the two parties
has not fully given in,

and in this case, we are the ones
who are fucked up by the Government.

And if this is the case,
we'll have to go back to square one.

Which means...?

Attacks, bombing, killing, kidnappings,
whatever you can think of.

Wait, Chili.

Go ahead, go ahead. Move.

One, two...

- How is it going, guys?
- Fine.

Petite, but heavy, isn't she?

Okay, we already gave food
to the little animals.

What a shame with the little dish.
She was really hot.

Oh yeah!

All right, let's go.
The boss needs us all.

All who?

- Let's go.
- All, brother.

Chili, what will it be now?
Puppet or bomb?

We are the National Police.
Stop the car or we will be forced to fire.

Dad, those people are breathing
on our neck.

Of course, Son.

Don't you see they are up there
and can see where we are?

I repeat, stop the car or we will fire!

Don't worry, my son,
you know that everything will end up fine.

But, Dad, I don't want them to take you
to a United States prison.

Holy Virgin! Don't even mention it!

I prefer to be killed that end up
fucked up like Marcos Herbert

with those gringos.

Colonel, allow us
to neutralize them, please.

I said no, Aguirre.
We need the Mariachi alive.

- I'm going to shoot those.
- No, no, wait a moment!

Don't shoot.
If they haven't killed us,

it's because we haven't attacked either.

- I have him on the firing range, Colonel.
- I said no, Aguirre!

- But we have to do something.
- Yes, sir. Look, you know what?

I'm going to find a plantain field
or something like that to hide in,

very thick vegetation
and we will mislead them.

Give me your hat.

C'mon, guys, take it.

You know what to do with that,
don't you?

They stopped, colonel.

Castaway,
which one of the two of them is him?

C'mon, Castaway!
Tell us which one is your boss!

I don't know, sir.
None of them, I think.

Let me fix this problem, Colonel.

I'll kill both of them
and we then will follow the truck.

No, Aguirre! Captain, follow the truck.

Yes, sir, Colonel.

Go ahead, Dad. The way you decide.

Last warning! We are the National Police.
Last warning! Stop the car or we'll fire!

What are you doing?

You warned them, Colonel.
It is just a persuasive firing.

That order wasn't meant for you!
Captain, follow the truck!

I ran out of fuel, Colonel.

- Follow the truck. That's an order!
- Yes, colonel.

- Let's get inside here.
- Go ahead, Dad. Wherever you say!

Colonel, I have them in my sights.
Two bursts and it's done.

Negative, Aguirre,
you aren't authorized!

But we are giving them
a chance to escape.

Nobody is going to escape.

We don't know which one is the Mariachi.
We aren't going to kill them all.

At this moment,
our situation is very delicate.

Dark forces conspire against us,

against the organization,

against the group
we have called The Extraditable.

Everyone is at risk in here, boss.
Shall I call the people to retreat?

No, we aren't running
any risk at this moment, guys,

but the Mariachi unfortunately is.

We were informed that the Mariachi
is surrounded by the Police

in the Department of Sucre.

And everything because of a snitch!

The unthinkable happened.

Mariachi's best friend,
partner and follower betrayed him,

sold him to the elite force.

Colonel, they stopped.

Colonel, allow me to shoot
because they are going to escape!

Negative, Aguirre.

Move, Dad, move!

There they are, colonel.

That one is the son
and the other one is the Mariachi.

- Are you totally sure, Castaway?
- I'm positive.

Run, Son, run!

Shoot, shoot!

They hit us, colonel! We are losing fuel.
We don't have much time left.

Colonel, fire!

We do hope not to have a snitch
in this organization.

- Watch out.
- Watch out? No, no.

All we do is put our hands in the fire
for this organization, for you, for us.

- There is no snitch in here!
- No, sir!

Watch your tone, gentlemen.
We are in a meeting!

I'm sorry, boss.

What Mole means is that you can look
into the eyes of all of us here and say:

"I trust you."

I know that

and I appreciate your loyalty
and your commitment,

particularly now that we are thinking
about starting something different.

What are we going to start, boss?

I imagine that doing to that snitch
what's done to all snitches:

flatten him out! Right, boss?

Exactly! We aren't going to let
that snitch squeal,

but we must be strategic, intelligent,
have vision

and be totally prepared in case things
with our friend Mariachi end up bad.

Colonel, I'm in an emergency.
We must land right now.

Hold it, hold it!

Here we are! Here we are!
Or is it that you enjoy shooting?

Go on! Come down if you can, shit!

Federico!!!

You bastards!

We hit him, Colonel, we hit him!

- Captain, you may land.
- Landing, Colonel.

We, as an organization,
are very thankful to you, guys,

because we consider you a key part
of our growth.

Thanks to your work
we are in the position we are,

a privileged position
that finally allows us

to sit at a table
with the National Government.

But be very careful, because it is also
a very vulnerable situation

that will depend mainly on how things

concerning the Mariachi's problem
are developed.

Well, Don Pablo, what then?
Do we have to...?

We have to wait.

Depending on how things develop as I said,
we're going to start acting.

How are we supposed to attain that, boss?

More car bombs or what, boss?
Just say it.

We are going to promote
the only democracy this country can have.

We are going to democratize death.

From now on,
not only the poor and the needy will die,

but we are also going to kill rich
and powerful people on an equal basis.

Amen.

We made it, Mr. Bedoya.
We finally made it!

Mr. President, I feel proud of you.

The whole country is proud of you,
the armed forces, of everybody.

Thank you, Mr. Bedoya,
that's very kind of you.

Latest news!

A National Police source has just
informed us that a few minutes ago,

the Elite group commanded
by colonel Martin Pabón

has eliminated Gustavo Ramírez
alias the Mariachi!

- Gentlemen, hurrah for Colombia!
- Hurrah!

After the death of Fabio Urrea,
Pablo Escobar's brother in law,

this would be the largest blow
the government has struck

to drug-traffickers,
because the Mariachi was one

of the main heads of the self-called
The Extraditable group.

Although our information
is totally confirmed,

the Police will perform
fingerprint tests on the corpses

in order to rule out any type of doubts.

Together with the Mariachi,
his son Federico Ramírez

and a group of men belonging
to his personal security were eliminated.

The Elite Group is now centered
on Pablo Escobar and Pedro Motoa,

who continue to be in control
of the Medellín Cartel's group

of delinquents
and drug-traffickers.

That Castaway is gonna pay for it.

Damn it, they killed the Mariachi.

Those are just lies. The Police
are manipulating the information.

He killed himself.
As soon as he felt cornered,

he preferred to commit suicide,
like a man, over being extradited

like a circus animal to the United States.

First Fabio and now the Mariachi, huh?
How about that?

Don't worry, Pedro, relax.

You can't imagine what I'll start doing.
Wait and see.

Why don't we think things over,
relax ourselves and talk later?

Talk later my foot! Talk about what?

That fucking Castaway better find
a good place to hide

because if I find him,
I'll tear his guts out and eat them!

He must be protected by the Police.

Is this fucking government thinking
that the Medellín Cartel is left

with two helpless jerks?
That you and I are a couple of snoots?

If they think they will weaken us,
they can fuck themselves! That won't be!

That will never be, Pablo.
I have people waiting for orders, Brother.

I have to make that list, Pedro,
and I need your help.

No, no, calm down, Pablo.
You can't think in the state you're in.

Let's wait until January,
let's spend Christmas with the family

- and then we'll resume.
- January my foot, man!

Fuck off, Pedro!

I need you to help me make that list.
And do you know who's going to fall?

Executives, businessmen,
those born rich, everybody.

We are going to kidnap absolutely everyone
for them to keep celebrating!

Marino! Marino!

Good evening.

We have important news for you.

This government has eliminated

one of the worst criminals ever.

Marino, did the boss already say
what has to be done, or what?

Well, get ready, Brother.

He's talking to Don Pedro,
so let's wait.

What a fuck-up, guys! Poor Mariachi.

Yes, it was quite a fuck-up!

Well, may his soul rest in peace.

They killed a big one, a boss!

Fuck anyone who dares betray the boss!

Who's going to do that, man?

We shouldn't even think about it, Vulture.

We've always been working together,
since we were kids,

and what has differentiated us?
Loyalty, Brother, and friendship.

We have always been a family,
haven't we?

The boss opened his heart to us,
we are like his family.

We've always been benefitted
with his generosity, Brother.

How could we betray him? Huh?

We have to make a pact,
a pact with the boss until death,

loyal, together, always.

Cain, get your Bible?
We're going to do it with the Lord's word.

- Faithful to the Lord.
- Until death.

All right, sir, we are ready.

Just ask, Don Pablo,
you'll get it.

This is the list.
Seventeen persons.

The idea was to get 20,
but we don't have time.

Boss, what about these patients?
Shall we get rid of them or what?

No way, Kiko!

This time, death will not be the solution,
it will be the menace.

The Damocles' sword that is going to hang
from the neck of 17 innocent souls

who were lucky enough
to be born in a golden crib,

but who will also be lucky enough
to die by the cold metal of a machete,

one death that is not going to depend
on God, but will depend on me.

- Go ahead!
- Good night, Don Pablo.

- To work, to work!
- Let's go!

Go ahead! Bring it to little Daniela.

It is a gift,
a gift from her uncle Mariachi.

Is that true, Mariachi?
Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.
Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Hi, brother.
That man's death was terrible, wasn't it?

Awful.

The Elite group commanded
by colonel Martin Pabón

has eliminated Gustavo Ramírez,
alias the Mariachi.

After the death of Fabio Urrea,
Pablo Escobar's brother in law,

this would be the largest blow
the government has struck

to drug-traffickers.

Wasn't that what you wanted?
That we protected you?

Look, Colonel. Pablo has you
totally infiltrated, Brother.

So I think I should take care
of my own protection.

But we can change your identity
or seek asylum in another country.

Listen, if there is one thing
to be sure about

it'ss that I'm not going to stay here,
in Colombia.

And don't worry that much
about my identity

because as long as Pablo is alive
he's never going to forget me.

Why are you so sure
he knows you helped us?

Because I'm alive, Colonel.

Okay, if that's what you want,
so long.

Look, don't take this the wrong way.

I'm going to feel worse
than what I'm feeling now.

Or do you really think that being a snitch
is something to feel proud of?

You weren't a snitch.
You helped our country.

Yes, but I also hurt myself a lot.

Castaway, you had no choice but to
help us. Always remember that.

We made it, Manuel!
We eliminated one of them.

Forget it, man! We lost an informer.

Gustavo Ramírez is already dead.
We no longer need informers.

No, Gildardo.
We killed the golden egg hen.

We had one man infiltrated
in the Medellín Cartel. We have none now.

The Medellín Cartel is no longer what it
used to be. They lost their second head.

But they still have the first one who is
three times more important and dangerous

than the other ones, and of whom
we have not the least information.

Look, brother, this is like a chess game.

Sometimes you have to sacrifice a bishop
and a castle to kill the queen,

and that's what we did.

Let's make things clear.
This isn't a chess game. Fuck off!

We have to look at it that way, Manuel.

It's a matter of tactics
and strategies, right?

Pablo Escobar is the opponent
and we have to do whatever we can

to defeat him
and help our allies, brother.

Listen, Gildardo.
Let's think about several things.

First, what will be Escobar's response?

Second, if general Peraza
asks for our help,

what are we going to do?

And third, when they defeat
the Medellín Cartel,

who are they going to look at? Who?

Manuel, let's leave this crazy fight
against the whole world.

You and I are going to profit
from this war, buddy.

MEDELLÍN, DECEMBER 1989

Move!

Come on!

Let's go.

The body of Christ...

Aunt Blanca Leonor.

What do you mean? Who are you?

- What's up? How have you been?
- Who are you?

What's going on?
What happened? Help! Help!

What then? So what?
Who wants to go with her, you jerks?

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

Stand up and come with us, please.

Shortly after the National Government
had surprised the country

with the elimination of drug trafficker
Gustavo Ramírez, bad news returned again.

In the midst of Christmas Season
and during unprecedented actions,

16 persons were kidnapped
in Medellín.

The inhabitants
of the capital of Antioquia

are living with fear
and uncertainty

caused by the so-called
The Extraditable group.

They are the ones who
claimed responsibilty

for kidnapping 16 citizens

as retaliation
for the death of alias "the Mariachi".

It seems that a relative
of an important member of the Government

is one of the kidnapped persons.

How can it be possible that 16 people
are kidnapped in broad daylight

in the second most important city
in Colombia and we do nothing?

Mr. President, we can't forget
the power of the Medellín Cartel,

the amount of people
and armaments they have.

Does that mean
they are more powerful than us?

What you want to tell me is that
the police force is unable to defend us?

No, that's not what I mean.

I simply want to say that they can face us
because of all that power they have.

I understand your frustration and rage,
Mr. President,

but what general Ulloa wants you
to understand

is that it's going to be practically
impossible to know when and where

the terrorist actions
of the Medellín Cartel will happen,

and where they will put the bombs.

I want colonel Pabón and the whole police
force of Antioquia after those people.

Yes, sir.

Could it be possible to increase the
military force's personnel in Medellín?

Of course, Mr. President, but we would
have to overlook other cities.

Mr. Bedoya.

Mr. President, I've just found out
that kidnapped people aren't 16,

there are 17, including my son.

Hey, listen to me.
Let me talk to your boss, kid.

Come, come I want to talk to him!

Well, at least give him
a message, Brother.

Listen, why am I here?
What do I owe, Brother?

Listen to me!

I have thought
we should keep them all together

in a little country house around here
to watch them all the time.

Listen, Pablo.

We have to admit
that the boys did quite a job.

It came out perfect!

It was about time.

Look, there they are.

- Gentlemen.
- So what's up, Miguel?

What's with you? Pablo, Pedro.

- Hello, Miguel, sit down, man.
- Thank you.

Do you need anything?

No, go and see if Chili needs anything.

- All right, sir, excuse me.
- Go ahead.

I'm really sorry about Don Gustavo.

He was a brave man, always ready
to help the Self-Defenses.

I must admit it.

But he didn't know
how to choose his friends

and kept exposing himself.

There is nothing more to say, is there?

Yes, the truth is that you never know

who is the one that will betray you
in the end.

One day it may be the employees
and another one your own friends.

Well, I think I have been a man of my word

of my actions,
haven't I?

Or does what you're saying
have anything to do with me?

No, man.
How can you think that?

We know it doesn't,
and that's why we asked you to come.

What would be the reason for it?

Look, Miguel, the death of Mariachi
has been an emotional shock for us

but also a structural shock
for the organization.

The Mariachi was
a very important element.

He had ways of access and laboratories,

as well as a large army
that was totally at our disposal.

And that can't be lost.

So we have been thinking
that bearing in mind our closeness

and taking advantage of that fact,

I would like to strengthen
those friendship and work ties.

So this is a formal invitation

for you to become a full member
of the Medellín Cartel.

Miguel, what we basically want

is that you delegate the Self-Defenses
to your brother and work for us,

get closer to us.

Well, that's an honor, but why is that?

Miguel, because despite our differences
regarding ideals,

and taking into account
that I am a leftist

and you are much more inclined
towards the extreme right,

we can't deny that each and every one
of your recommendations and counseling

have been not only important
but efficient and significant for us,

not to mention the support
we have always received from the Army

and all the security
you have generously granted us.

Think it over, Miguel, this is a very big
and prosperous business,

and the pie was made
to feed several people.

And who else but you
who has supported us in everything?

Well, and what do kidnappings
have to do with this business?

Look, Miguel.
You have to understand

that the kidnapping of these 17 people
didn't have economic purposes.

It is a political issue

with the only purpose to squeeze
the National Government's balls,

and you better than I know there is not
a better period than Christmas

to kill or kidnap a person.

All those celebrations
and Christmas carols

soften the hearts of the people
and they give in and sit to dialogue.

Hiring another bodyguard
doesn't help at all.

The day you are going to be kidnapped,
you are kidnapped!

- Mr. Lopera?
- Tell me.

Listen, we'll talk later
because I have to receive a personality.

- My dear Mr. Bedoya.
- How are you, Mr. Lopera?

- Fine, please have a seat, sit down.
- Thanks, you're very kind.

Tell me, what are you doing here
in Medellín?

I apologize for interrupting
and getting in suddenly,

but after knowing
what happened to my son,

I couldn't just sit
and do nothing in Bogota.

Yes, yes, I heard about it
and I'm really sorry.

What a terrible situation!
But tell me, what can I do to help you?

I understand you served as a bridge
between The Extraditable

and president de la Cruz's Government.

Yes, a few years ago,
but nothing happened then.

But I need it to happen now.

Tell me, I'm listening.

Mr. Lopera,
I need that you please intercede

with The Extraditable
on my son's behalf.

I need you to transmit
the following message

to the whole community, got it?

Yes, sir!

With the death of Mr. Gustavo Ramírez
alias the Mariachi,

the rules of the game will change.

His properties, businesses,
mines won't be touched.

The emeralds and vehicles
won't be touched.

All of Mr. Mariachi's belongings
went to other people,

and that should be respected.
Understood?

Yes, sir.

- Do you have that clear?
- Yes, sir.

Those who don't respect the new rules
will have problems with The Extraditable,

and I don't want that to happen.

- You can go home now.
- Thank you.

What did you tell then?

Look, Lucio, Brother,
I think I will never stop telling you

that the best partner, the best ally,
even better than the military,

at this moment is Pablo Escobar.

Listen, Brother, all those guys do
is to set up car bombs,

fight with politicians.
They're crazy!

Lucio, halt fire! Come over here.

Listen, man,

their fight is different from ours.

They are looking to return to society
after their faults have been forgiven.

That's all.

No, sir.
Don't you dare compare us!

There is nothing
they have to forgive you or us for,

because all we've done
is try to defend ourselves,

because the State is not
capable of doing it!

And we're going to keep doing it,
jackass!

But hand in hand
with Pablo Escobar's power and money.

You better have this clear.

We are going after
a group of leftist politicians,

a bunch of jerks that owe it to us.
Are we ready?

Sure, unless Don Pablo Escobar
decides to step back.

Are you going to keep nagging?
Are you?

Stop it and start moving instead.

Yes, commander.

This series is freely adapted from
La Parábola de Pablo by Alonso Salazar.

Based on news articles and real events,
the historical facts are surrounded

by fictional characters and dialogues
that recreate non documented situations.