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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.