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

PABLO ESCOBAR, THE LORD OF EVIL

Look at this one, Freddy.

Strike, strike.

What's with you, jerk?
Can't you see, or what?

What, what?

Stop fighting, guys.
You scared the clients away! Look!

Listen to him.
There's nothing wrong, buddy.

What's going on in here?

Thank goodness the police got in.

Get them out.
They are about to fight.

What's wrong, boys?

Catch him, catch him!

My purse! Oh God!
You recuperated it, sir.

- Thank you, thank you very much!
- I couldn't catch the thief.

What's with you, snitch?
Down with you!

What do you mean he was killed
in the middle of the street?

But did the guy who stole the purse
shoot him?

Colonel?

No.

Yes. Contact the family
and let me know.

They killed a policeman
in the middle of the street

when he was trying
to recuperate a handbag.

There are three.

Three what?

They have just killed two of our officers,
in a Commune 13 bar.

It seems they set a trap
and made them go there to shoot them.

What do you mean a trap?
What's going on?

That's what we want to know, Colonel.

Pablo Escobar went all the way
against us?

As you know, the public order situation
in Medellín is delicate.

The National Police Institution
is fighting a dirty,

merciless war that has already taken
the lives of 10 of... our men.

And what is going to be the response,
General?

The usual one. Go against
those criminals all the way till the end.

Finish them.

When you talk about criminals,
do you refer to Pablo Escobar?

Everything seems to imply
that character

is behind this entire situation.

The Medellín Police
have taken some steps

to counteract this dirty attack
by the criminals.

They include the prohibition
of motorcycle rear seat passengers,

the helmet use by drivers,

and all vehicles running at night
must keep the lights on.

General, do you think this can prevent
the killing of policemen in Medellín?

Had you ever been in Bogotá?

Yes, once, but when I was a kid.

I hadn't.

Well, don't get impressed
with what people tell you.

It is nothing out of this world.

The thing is that important people,
politicians, businessmen, actors,

people like that live here.

A question, Don Lucio.

How long more or less
are we going to stay here?

You have just arrived
and want to go back to Medellín already?

Or is that you are missing your job
in that factory a lot?

A job?

We didn't go to work for three days
and they fired us at once.

Yes.

So then you don't have any rush.

And don't worry about money

because you'll bring a lot
back to Medellín

and can invite all the girls you want.

All right, Don Lucio.
Tell me who needs to be whacked.

I'll tell you soon.

But first come, I need to talk to you
about something.

Listen, boys,
I need you to know one thing.

I perfectly know you, I know
where you live, what you like to do.

I know your mother, her other son,
your grandmother,

your two sisters in Envigado
and your dog Kaiser.

And as for you, I know your father,
your mother, your two elder sisters,

your younger brother

and the two canaries they take out
to the sun in the afternoon.

Do you understand me?

Yes, but why are you saying that to us,
Don Lucio?

Very simple.

I want you to know and understand
that, if you decide to open your mouth,

instead of gunmen,
you can become gravediggers.

And believe that it is very difficult
to bury one's family.

But I know
that's not going to happen,

but I had to warn you anyway.

This is the client with whom
you will start your gunmen work.

Thank you very much.

- Is this one common or elite?
- Common, Don Pablo.

Thank you very much, my friend.
Common or elite?

- Common.
- Thank you very much, son.

Hey. Are you stupid or what?
What's going on with you?

You're just working for pennies?
Are you committed to drop little cops?

No, what we need is
that you kill elite ones.

So you better work hard, brother.

- All right, boss.
- Go ahead!

Go ahead and let me talk
to Miguel for a while.

Boys.

- What's up, Miguel?
- How are you, Pablo?

How is everything going?
Good or bad?

Good, good.

You choose very well the holes
to hide in, don't you?

They love and care for you more
around here than at home, right?

Yes, yes,
the truth is that I'm not hiding

and much less need to find holes,

because any corner in Medellín
will be good for me to sit to fight.

Pablo, I have a question for you.

Until when are you going to continue
killing policemen, brother?

Until there will be no cops left
to be killed.

But, Pablo, you know I can use
more than one of them in my cause.

- What's with you?
- I know that, I know it, Miguel.

But I'm afraid you'll have to find
different allies

because I'm willing to liquidate
and spray that pest, all of it.

I already started in Medellín,

but my idea is to cover
the rest of the country

until not even one of those snots
is left in that institution.

We're going to see if that will make
the national government understand

that nobody can cheat
Pablo Emilio Escobar!

Honey, the phone coin time is about
to end. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?

Relax, don't worry, I'll take care
of myself. I love you very much...

Trying to calm the wife down?

Yes, she's a bit scared.

And I don't blame her

because The Extraditable Group
is after us like mad.

Well, at least you, elite ones,
can remain here,

but us, common ones...

Yes, the situation is dangerous
for everybody.

But what can we do about it?

We are the police
and can't leave streets unwatched.

Yes, you're quite right.

And if you are performing
an operation

it is better to go without the uniform,

and of course accompanied
if possible.

But I have news for you, brother.

I'm a friend of God

and He says nothing wrong
is going to happen to us.

We are good people.
A pleasure.

Pineda.

Ariza. Julián Ariza.

Things here are a chaos, brother!

There is not even
one police officer around.

The typical reaction
of a psychopath like him.

Pablo's dilemma with the President
and his secretaries

has taken him to get even
with the military and I do not like it.

None of Escobar acts are justifiable.

You're the only one who insists
on keeping that friendship...

Well, brother, you're talking
a bit too much, aren't you?

Don't worry. The line is safe.

Well, why don't you rather tell me

how things with the businessman
in Bogotá are going?

Very good.
We're about to define that.

Well, why the delay?
What's missing, brother?

The only way to get the man
to lower the guard is in a public place.

Lucio, couldn't it be that the man
is afraid of dying,

is hidden and that job
isn't going to be done, buddy?

Listen, brother.
You didn't understand me.

The moment has come
and the place is the city airport.

Well, very good for you, Lucio.

We'll be in touch, brother.

We'll have to wake up
very early tomorrow.

Will you have
another early event tomorrow?

You and I will.

Tomorrow, as soon as I find out

I'm going to be elected senator
of the republic,

I want the two of us to travel.

The two of us? Where?

To Santa Marta.
Eight days, you and I alone.

That will help me to prepare the campaign,
the proposals.

Will you come with me?

My kitten, I'd love to,
but why now?

Why traveling at this moment?

Because I have more time
to isolate myself a while,

clearly think about the program,
the presidential campaign.

Do you know I think that's perfect?

We can visit
the Santa Marta Cathedral, honey,

we can pray for you,
for everything to come out good,

that nothing wrong happens
and above all

for you to have the chance
to let the people know that proposal,

that project
for a marvelous country, darling.

What?

No, nothing.

That I love you,
I love you, very much!

There you are, boys.

New clothes, so you'll be very elegant
when you do the job.

Do you clearly remember
the businessman's face?

Of course, Don Lucio: tall, skinny,
with a moustache and popping eyes.

An easy job, sir. Relax.

Well, let's go over the plan again.

All right. I'm going to be in the airport
lounge waiting for the man to arrive.

And if the man for any reason
gets in the plane,

I'll follow him
and get in the plane too.

That's not going to happen, because
as soon as I see the puppet near me,

I'll immediately shoot him out.

And I won't do anything.

Your people
that are going to help Jason

and neutralize the bodyguards
will be there, yes or no?

That is very important.

You don't do anything,
no matter what happens in there.

You are just a B plan
in case Jason can't shoot.

I already told you
that's not going to happen, Don Lucio.

A last thing. If for any reason
something happens,

keep your mouth shut.
Don't say a word to the police.

I'll find an attorney that will get you
out of there later, agreed?

Trust me, Don Lucio.

Very good. That's the attitude, boys!

Here, meet your new friend.

Jason, I know I chose
the right person to do this job.

BOGOTÁ
MARCH 22, 1990

Thank you. Hello, hello.
How are you?

Kitten, honey.

Are you sure you want
to make this trip?

Of course, love. Why?

I don't know.

I think we'll be safer here in Bogotá
than in Santa Marta.

- Don't you think so?
- Hello, gentlemen.

Look, darling,
if they want to hurt me,

it could happen here
or in Capharnaum.

Don't worry, everything will be okay.

Let's go now, come,

we're going to get late to the airport
and can miss the flight!

Where to, sir?

To the airport, please.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Excuse me, which is your flight?
- No, none.

Well, I've seen you have been seated
in there for a while

and I thought you may need help.

- Is everything all right?
- Yes.

That guy has been seated in there
for a long time.

Did you talk to your children?

Yes, they already know
we're going to Santa Marta,

that I'll see them when I come back.

- Good morning, gentleman.
- Good morning.

Can you help me please?

I've been looking for the exit door
to get a cab,

but they haven't told me where it is.
- This way.

Which bodyguards
are going to accompany us?

Do you want strangers?
Isn't better that you and I are alone?

But someone has to watch you,
my kitten.

- I love you, pretty one.
- No. I do love you.

They have made me walk all over
and they tell me it is there,

but it is not there.

Come, then.

No, don't worry. I'll go in a while.

The truth is that this thing
is kind of boring.

They have made me walk all over
the place and I'm tired of doing it.

- Sir.
- Yes?

These sons of bitches killed me.

No, no, no!

- Hug me.
- No!

Be careful, be careful please!

To the back, to the back door.

No, please!
Start the car! Start it, move!

- Come on! Hurry!
- Go!

Go! Go!

- I'm going to die.
- No, no!

- Hug me, protect me.
- Oh, no, no!

My love! No, please!

Breaking news!

A few minutes ago, physicians
from the National Police Clinic

have confirmed the death of the
Patriotic Union presidential candidate

Bernardo Jaramillo,

who two hours before
had been a victim of a criminal attempt

at the airport
of the Colombian capital.

He was about to take a flight
to the city of Santa Marta

with his wife Mariela Barragán.

These are the statements
of General Peraza,

Director of the Security Department.

This is a regrettable situation
for Colombian democracy,

and a demented act

the whole society
should condemn.

This is the second
presidential candidate

that according to our investigation

falls under the criminal bullets
of the Medellín Cartel,

headed by the worst assassin
and criminal

in the history of this country,

Pablo Escobar Gaviria.

Typical of that ape!
Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria.

That ape doesn't even have one proof
to throw such accusation against me!

The man was from the left,
rebellious but a good person.

Listen to me, Peluche.

If this fucking general had an idea
of what he's talking about,

he would know I've always agreed
with leftist ideas.

Or haven't you witnessed it,
Gonzalo?

Always, since school years,
am I lying?

Yes, I have witnessed, man,
and you "interviened" on behalf.

"Interviened"?

- How is it then?
- Intervened.

Isn't it the same shit, man?

You intervened on behalf of guerrillas,
and see the result.

Guerrillas?
How could you think he was a guerrilla?

He at the most was a communist,

a learned person,
with left-wing ideas.

How can you think I'm going to attack
a person like him?

This country is fucked-up, Pablo.
It is upside-down.

We're going to be blamed
for everything they do.

No, the country isn't fucked-up.

I am, because I have become
the scapegoat.

They decided that all that is happening
in this country is my fault

and to top it up,
I have these two paramilitary,

Miguel and Lucio, on my back.

Any shitting action they commit,
the Government blames it on me.

If the crime is theirs,

why can't they be decent enough
to take the blame for their dead,

just as you do with the people you kill?

Exactly.

Mrs. Patty got in.

- What?
- Mrs. Patty has arrived.

- How are you, my little one?
- Why?

Why did you have to kill
Mr. Jaramillo?

Am I wrong? I'm fucked up!
Completely fucked up!

Don't leave me talking to myself!

Patty, look into my eyes.
Pablo hasn't killed anybody.

I'll swear to that.

Nobody? Not even one police officer,
nobody? Never?

Fuck off, Patricia! Fuck off!

I'll bring you coffee, okay?

You know that,
after having completed an operation,

the US Delta Force
never ever think or talk about it?

I am not the Delta Force.

I am Leonel Elías Restrepo Gutiérrez.

Well, it seems Leonel forgot
all that training we gave him.

You are the one who seems
to have forgotten it, Don Lucio.

Everybody shitted away.

Everyone ran
and nobody helped Jason.

Watch your words.

The bodyguards reacted too fast

and didn't give us time to cover
poor Jason.

Besides, if our men had interfered,

many people would had been killed
or wounded.

Well, and what's going to happen
with him?

The good thing is
that he is not 18 yet,

that means the police can't arrest him
just like that.

Does that mean
we're going back to Medellín?

Medellín? No way, sir.

Jason already complied
with his part of the operation

and made good money.

Now it is your turn
to complete your mission.

Mr. President,
does the Government insist

that Pablo Escobar killed
Mr. Jaramillo?

That's what the intelligence agencies
tell us.

Mr. President,
when is your government going to admit

that the public order situation
got out of your hands?

Nothing has gotten out
of our hands, miss.

Dead policemen appear every day
in Medellín, Mr. President.

Newspapers and official buildings
are blown up in Bogotá,

planes explode in the air

and presidential candidates are killed
in airports and public squares.

Of course this got out
of your hands.

Look, the Government can't be blamed
for all those barbaric acts.

If you want to look for guilty ones,
take a look to Medellín.

Could this be retaliation
on the part of The Extraditable Group

due to the fact that their process on
their so-called surrender was curtailed?

This is neither the place
nor the moment

to talk about those things, miss.

Whenever you want,
I'll receive you in the Palace

and will answer all questions
you want to ask. Excuse me.

What matters the most now
is to cover each other's backs.

Those from Medellín,
who are familiar with the area

and know how people behave,

will assist the staff who comes
from Bogotá to support us.

Gentlemen, that crook Pablo Escobar
put a price on our heads.

We aren't going to let that
intimidate us, neither run to hide.

On the contrary, we're going
to face them, to be on the watch.

- May I talk, Colonel?
- Go ahead.

The fact that they are paying
makes us distrust everybody.

How many people would want to win
two or five thousand dollars?

Ariza, not everyone in this country
is corrupt,

neither all youngsters in Medellín

are going to mess up
with that filthy money, get me?

Yes, Colonel.

Colonel?

- What are you doing here?
- Aren't you happy to see me?

Of course, honey,
but I wasn't expecting you.

That was the idea. To surprise you.

But, darling,
the country's public order is delicate

and even more here in Medellín.

Honey, I didn't come
to make you suffer.

Nothing wrong is going to happen,
I'm protected

and am going to stay
a couple of days only.

The reason for my trip
is to talk to you about Martin.

Just a couple of days, love, okay?

We'll talk about that later.

Son, will you leave us alone for a while?
I need to talk to your father.

Yes, Mom. Excuse me, Colonel.

Listen, darling.
Since the day I married you,

I perfectly understand
the nature of your job,

and the risks you police officers
have to endure every day,

and also understood it

the day Martin decided to start
his police officer career.

Elena, our situation is even
more dangerous at this moment

that at any other time in history,

because we are facing a psychotic,
terrorist and millionaire character.

I know that, dear, and I feel proud

because you are facing him,
though I'm dead scared.

But I can't let fear paralyze me
and that's why I am here,

because I want to talk to you
about Martin.

I don't understand you.

Look, to Martin you are a hero,

the officer he admires the most
in this institution.

He joined the police because of you

and I would give anything to prevent

that anything wrong
will ever happen to you two.

But I have talked to Martin
and, deep in his heart, he feels

he should be at your side
supporting you,

that he can't leave you alone
facing Escobar, and do you know what?

No matter how panicked I feel,
I agree with my son.

They took him, they killed him.

This won't stop
until they kill all of them.

Mariela, what this country needs
is that all of us become reconciled,

no matter what we think,
what our politic preferences are,

but that will take time.

And martyrs.

All Bernardo wanted
was a more equitable, more...

more free country.

He knew they were going to kill him,

that he had to face death everyday
and even made fun of it.

All I did was to warn him.

I'm the one who wants to advise you

to try regaining strength
and keep living.

I had an offer in Brazil.

Take it, go and forget.

And let others
carry Bernardo's flags.

Do you realize
what you're asking me?

Bernardo and I had been together
for two years, we were madly in love.

How am I going to live
without him now?

You know you must leave.

You also have to take care,

because you know that skeleton
carrying a scythe is after you too.

I'm going to do that. I promise.

Look at this man
and memorize his face very well,

because this is the client
that will get you out of poverty, Leonel.

Hi, Julián. What's wrong, brother?
You look kind of anxious.

Are you scared or what?

We're going to eat a patty,
not to do an operative.

No, Pineda, you know we are walking
in a very heavy area,

and a guy with a gun in his hand
can appear at any time, and what?

Nothing wrong is happening, brother.

That's why we aren't wearing
the uniform.

One never knows, Pineda.
One never knows.

Look, Julián.

I know this neighborhood
more like the back of my hand, bother.

There are no thugs
or anything like that around here.

You know what, Pineda? I'm going
to stay my next time-off in the school.

I'm so paranoid
that I'm even starting to distrust you.

What do you mean? Stop it.

I would be incapable to betray
a brother from the institution.

I know, Pineda. Forgive me.

But you know what?
Let's leave this for another day.

I better leave, I better go back, okay?

Okay, I'll walk you to the bus stop,
brother. What a chicken you are!

Aren't you going to buy
the patties then?

- Wait, let me tie my shoelace here.
- All right.

Reward.

Let's go.

Four, five, fifty thousand dollars.

If that's not enough,
come back for more.

All right.
I'm sure that will not be enough, boss.

- That will cover 20 cops only.
- I hope so, go ahead then.

All right. Excuse me.

- Come, Marino.
- Yes, sir.

Do me this favor. Give another
50,000 dollars to Chili before he leaves.

Go ahead.

Boss.

What's up, Marino?
How are you doing, Pablo?

Hi, Pedro.
You almost don't get here.

Well, you have to move around a lot

to prevent running the risk
to be followed.

And if I say you don't have to worry
for coming here

is because I have everything
under control.

Besides, what police officer
is going to follow us

if we are spraying them all?

Listen, Pablo.
Speaking about cops,

don't you think it's about time
to stop all that slaughtering?

Just now when we have an informer
and a collaborator in each corner?

Just now when in order
to finally get out of poverty

all the boys have to do
is kill a fucking cop? No way, brother.

Forget about it.
You are not even close, Pedro!

But that's not how we are going
to find the road to dialogue.

Who told you I want to dialogue?
With whom?

Come with me instead. I want to introduce
a visitor I brought you. Come.

How is he going to surprise me now?

Would you like a scotch,
Mr. Santorini?

Thank you very much, Gonzalo.
Very kind of you.

- I remember you a lot.
- I remember you too, brother.

My dear Pedro Motoa,
how nice to see you.

Mr. Santorini, I didn't imagine
I would find you in here.

I honestly didn't think to come
all the way to these areas,

but such is life.

- Here I am.
- Oh, well.

That's how things are with politics,

that's how friendship
with politicians is.

A sausage. Serve yourself.

Well, let's go to the point, Santo.

What's your opinion regarding
this panorama of ours?

Yes, because I want to know
your story

about all that money you needed
to become President. Is that true?

Effectively.

I told you this one
would end up with nothing, brother.

The next President of this country
will be César Gaviria.

Colombians see him as the man
who carries Galán's flags.

What do you want to tell us?

That though my intention was
to become President,

it won't be this year.

Typical of you.

With things as they are,
you'll have to face Gaviria,

and this character will never allow
even an approach to the negotiation

as you had with President López.

And who will approach us

if they keep blaming
those dead on us? Who?

Exactly. That's the easy one.

If you say
you also kill leftist candidates,

you may turn the public opinion
to your favor,

and they will have a justification
to come after you,

and you will never get rid of them
by exploding planes, killing policemen,

or bombing things.

So what then?

Why don't you tell me something
I don't know, brother?

It's a matter of loyalty.

You helped me
when I needed it the most,

I'm going to help
giving you my point of view.

What's your point of view then?

- The door to negotiation is closed.
- Don't tell me!

But there is another option.

In the next elections,
besides voting for President,

they will vote for a referendum
that allows creating an assembly,

and that assembly allows
changing the Constitution.

If we can change
the present Constitution of the nation,

the extradition can definitively
be forbidden by the Magna Carta

so that no Colombian
will ever be extradited.

You're doing well, Gonzalo.

You're doing very good
in resource producing.

- Here, son.
- Thank you.

Well, yes, brother.

I keep sending cocaine
and bringing money all the time for you

to spend it on killing cops.

That's why our relationship works,

because each one commits himself
to do what he knows best in life.

Hey, Chili. How much do we have
to pay the guys, brother?

142,000 dollars, Don Gonzalo.

How much did you say?
How much?

142,000.

How many cops are those, Gonzalo?
71 to 74 cops?

- 71, brother.
- 71 cops? Fuck!

Chili, did you make us
open Gonzalo's cove

just because of 71 fucking cops
murdered?

Well, boss, we've killed 223 cops,

with 18 elite ones included.

That's not enough. That's too little.

Tell us how many you want, boss.

Before the elections,
I need at least 500 cops killed.

All right, before the elections

you'll have 1,000 dead cops, boss.

Go ahead then, guys.

Pablo?

Come a second, man.
Come, man.

- What happened?
- Sit down.

When are we going to talk
about the results

of the Liberal Party consultation,
Pablo?

BOGOTÁ
MARCH, 1990

Thank you very much.

Tonight the Colombian people
have talked

and elected me as the official
representative of the Liberal Party

to become the only candidate

to the Presidency
of the Republic of Colombia.

Today is the first step.

There will be elections in two months,

and I need the Colombian people's
support for us

to honor the political
and ideological legacy

designed by Luis Carlos Galán.

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.