All language subtitles for Pablo Escobar .S01E74

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

PABLO ESCOBAR, THE LORD OF EVIL

Boss! Boss!

- What's wrong?
- Your mother, boss.

- My mother?
- Yes, sir.

It seems that the anesthesia
hasn't fully worked.

Yes, it did. Breathe in.
Breathe, Mrs. Enelia.

- Emilio, are you here?
- Yes. Yes, Grandma.

- Where is your sister?
- Here.

We are all right.

Maria José!

Mr. Minister, are you sure
of what we are going to do?

Is Escobar's family already
on the way to Germany?

Yes, Mr. President.
As soon as they get to Frankfurt,

they are going to apply
for political asylum.

- Asylum that will be denied.
- Exactly, Mr. President.

I don't understand
why we let them get on the plane,

if they will be back in 19 hours.

The German Chancery
could prevent them from traveling,

but we would be losing an opportunity
to strike a big blow against Escobar.

One thing is preventing the family
from leaving Colombia

and a quite different one is to deny them
the opportunity to enter Germany.

Right. They will have to come back
on the same plane,

and fly another 19 hours, during which
Escobar is going to be desperate.

Do we have everything ready
to receive them, when they come back?

Yes, Mr. President. As soon
as they set foot in the airport,

we will handle the situation.

Not only Escobar
is going to be desperate,

but we are going to have his family
under our control,

and that will lead us to him,
I guarantee that.

No more.
Don't you have enough photos?

To Germany.

Mom, who are they?

People from the press, darling.
Don't pay attention.

- What do they want?
- To take photos. Photos.

- Any problem, Miss?
- Wait a second, please.

Haven't you seen
all those press people harassing us?

Would you be kind enough
to say if we can travel or not?

I'm doing it as fast as I can.

- Aren't we going to travel, mother?
- Let's pray to the Lord.

Your tickets and your passports,
Mrs. Urrea.

- Have a safe and happy trip.
- Thank you. Let's go, Mom.

Get that foot down, Emilio.
Behave.

Try to sleep,
because we'll get there at dawn.

- I'm not sleepy, Mom.
- Okay.

Here, say the Rosary
and you'll fall asleep.

When will we see Dad again, Mom?

I don't know.

I'm sure he's going to be all right,

because he will have Granny, Grandpa,
and people who can take care of him.

I hope so.

Mom, I think that,
when we get to Germany,

I can start working
and do business there.

I'm not going to talk anymore,

because I'm sleepy.
You pray and sleep.

Mr. President, thank you
for understanding the situation.

Allowing the Escobar family
to stay in Germany

will unleash a new war in Colombia.

Breaking news.
This radio has just confirmed

that the German government not only
denied asylum to Pablo Escobar's family

but also their entrance to that country.

At this moment, Patricia Urrea,
Emilio Escobar, and Daniela Escobar,

Pablo Escobar's wife and children,
are flying back to Colombia

on the same plane
that they arrived in Germany.

President Gaviria has arranged
for a protection scheme

that will guarantee their safety
in the capital,

including an apartment
in the Tequendama Suites.

Pablo. Pablo.

We're going to bombard Germany.

Jerks. Now, they are going to see
what a war created by me is like.

Please, love, surrender.
Will you?

... that some of us surrender.

Why don't you take advantage
and surrender yourself?

Surrender, Pablo. Surrender.

NOVEMBER 1993

Madam, let me know
if you need something.

Thank you very much.
I'm sorry, but I'm going to close.

Thank you.

My God! I'm really exhausted.

How could I wear
these high-heeled shoes?

My foot hurts.

Put your pajamas on
and go to bed, Emilio.

I'm not sleepy, Mother.

Relax, Mother, okay?

We'll be fine.

My father is going
to get us out of this place.

When did this all happen, dear?

Everything looked so good,
and now look at us locked in here.

Oh, no.

I don't know, Mother.
I don't like it either.

Besides, this building
belongs to the Government.

What about that?

But we are safer here, aren't we?

At least, we know

that what happened to Granny
isn't going to happen to us, right?

Stop crying, Mother.

She can wake up and it's not good
that she sees us like this.

Yes, I know. I'm sorry.

Do me a favor.
Before going to sleep,

let's pray

and ask Mary

to intercede with God
on our behalf

to stop punishing us.
- No. No.

Yes, dear.
Do what I ask, and pray, you hear me?

I am your mother
and you do what I say, Emilio.

Yes, but don't ask anything of God,
because He has never helped us.

Hear me out.

My father is going to get us out of here.

He's the only one that will do it.
Relax.

Tequendama Suites, good morning.

I need to talk to Mr. Pablo Emilio
Escobar Gaviria's family.

- Who's calling?
- We're calling from a newspaper.

I'm sorry. The family is not accepting
calls from the press at this moment.

I know, Miss.
But we agreed to talk today.

I'm sorry, but I can't.

I don't give a fuck, because you are
talking to Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria.

Are you going to let me
talk to them or not?

Lieutenant Pabón,
let's see if we can find him.

Honey, and now,
what should we do now?

Listen, Paty, relax, please.
Everything is going to be all right.

How can you tell me everything is okay,
if no country wants to receive us, Pablo?

I know that. But don't worry, because
I'm doing my utmost to prevent that.

I'm talking to all embassies,

even with the Congo Republic
to see if they can help us. Don't worry.

And how are you?

Let me talk to the kids.
You know I love you very much, Patricia.

I love you too, honey, very much.
And take care, because we all need you.

- Wait, dear, your brother first.
- Hello? Hi, Dad.

Remember what you and I talked about,
young man.

I need you to be brave and take care
of the three women in that house:

my mother, your mother
and little Daniela. Please,

tell them everything is all right
and ask them to relax.

They sound very anxious.
Calm them down.

Yes, Dad.

You are not thinking about surrendering,
are you?

I'm not going to surrender until you are
safe and sound overseas. Don't worry.

Let me talk to your little sister,
because I don't have much time left.

I love you very, very much.

Dad, nobody loves us here.
Everyone looks at us with an angry face.

Don't say that, my pretty speck.
Nobody is going to look at you like that.

They are just envious people
who can't stand that you are so pretty.

You are my little princess,
and I love you.

I swear we'll see each other again.
I love you, my girl, I love you.

I love you too.

What happened?

What is it? Where is he?

Major, the range of action is too long.
20 blocks.

Oh, fuck!

DECEMBER 1, 1993

Hello?

Daddy? Happy birthday,
and I hope there will be many more.

I would love to celebrate this birthday
with you, my love, but that's okay.

We'll make up for it, next year. I love
you, little speck. Put your brother on.

Hello? Hi, Dad.

What's up? How are you, son? I have the
answer to your first question. Get ready.

- I already have a pen and paper.
- Okay, write the answers.

Question:
what's going to happen to you

now that the German government
denied the asylum?

Answer: we were persecuted
by the national government

without having committed any crime.
We are being pilloried,

just because we are Mr. Pablo
Emilio Escobar Gaviria's family.

Dad, three minutes.

Okay, son, I'll call you back tomorrow
to continue the interview.

I love you very much. Bye.

Nothing.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Pablo

Happy birthday to you

Blow out the candles, Pablo.

Make a wish.

Blow out the candles.

Do you know what it is?
Don't say it,

and blow out the candles,
so it will come true.

Go ahead.

- What was that sound?
- Nothing. Blow out the candles.

Nothing.

- I brought you this great present.
- What's this?

Your grandmother's recipe.

I prepared it to see if you can get rid
of that gastritis once and for all.

Great, Mother.
Thank you very much.

A glass in the morning
and a glass in the evening.

Happy birthday, bro.
God bless you.

I brought you lasagna,
I know that you like it.

- Go ahead, it is delicious.
- Happy birthday, boss.

Thank you, son.
Thank you very much.

I'm going to serve the champagne.

Why don't you cut the cake and eat it?

I'm not really hungry, okay?
Please.

Pablo Emilio,
we are here because of you.

That's why we came.

So please stay
and let's celebrate, okay?

I don't feel like celebrating anything,
Mother. Understand me, will you?

All right, let's not celebrate.

It's better if you save the cake,
that way you'll have more to eat.

Stay and let's talk for a while, okay?

Everything is all right.

Everything is all right, Pablo.

- Okay, let's stay here.
- Yes, let's talk.

So what then?

Colonel Pabón,
today is Escobar's birthday.

The Government
is waiting for his family.

They have talked to them many times
and nothing.

Mr. President,
all calls have been tracked,

but this criminal uses a satellite phone

and doesn't spend enough time
for us to locate him.

Don't talk to me about time, Colonel.

You've spent more than a year and a half
following that man,

not to mention the time
before he surrendered.

I understand, Mr. President.

If that had been the case, you would be
giving me results, not excuses, Colonel.

Sir, I can assure you

that Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria
doesn't have any military action.

He's all alone and depressed, sir.

So what are you waiting for
to find him?

You are getting all possible help
from the government.

Very soon, we're going to locate the place
where he is making the calls from.

I give you my word.
I guarantee it, Mr. President.

Isn't it possible that the police
call tracking system is not working?

I understand the national government
has spent a large amount of money on it.

Of course it works, Mr. President.

You have until the end of the year
to demonstrate it.

On January 1st,
I will replace that equipment

with 50 additional police officers
to see if that's the problem, Colonel.

Whatever you say, sir.
So long.

Colonel, if you want, I'll contact
these people to see if they can help us.

Don't even think about it.

Son, tell me: what are you thinking
about doing? Go ahead, tell me.

Citric and I have been thinking...
Where is Citric?

- There he is.
- I'm here, boss. I'm here.

- Be aware.
- Yes, sir.

We have been thinking
and decided to go to the jungle.

We negotiated with the guerrilla

and everything is ready
for them to receive us there.

A guerrilla?

After all you've done, are you going
to end up shooting like a mad man?

No, because I'm going to be
their financial adviser,

just like cousin Gonzalo, Mother.
- Oh, sure.

But tell me something:

what's going to happen
to Paty and the children?

Well, I don't know.

No? Why, dear?

I think they are going to be okay,

because the national government
is protecting them.

I can take advantage of that
and, in the meantime,

try to get my power back,
make enough money

and keep looking for a country
to receive my wife and children.

No country has had the humanitarian
gesture to welcome my family.

I don't think

things are going to improve,
if you go to the jungle, son.

It's like delaying a disease,

a cold that you will have anyway
at the end of the day,

it will take you over.
Do you understand, dear?

Yes, mother, but understand me too.
I'm not going to surrender to justice.

Brother, think about the suffering
of the whole family.

That's exactly what I'm thinking about,
Maria José.

My wife, my children, and you
are suffering,

because of the unfair and wild way
the police are persecuting me.

Once I get to the jungle with Citric,

I'm going to be all right,
and you will too.

I don't want to talk about that anymore,
please.

- May I ask you a question, Pablo?
- Yes.

Honestly tell me, son.

Has all this been worth it?

Tell me what you think
or what you feel.

We wanted to stop being poor,
and we made it.

We wanted to master 80% of the cocaine
business in the world, and we made it.

We wanted to kill a presidential
candidate, and we made it.

We wanted this fucking country
to kneel before us, and we made it.

We wanted to have our own prison,
and we made it.

What do you mean we can't make it?
Of course we can.

Either you give me one hundred
thousand dollars a month, starting today,

or I'll kill your mother, your father,

your uncles, your cousins,
your wife Maria,

your daughter Pilar,
your son Santiago and even your grandma.

And if she's already dead, I will
exhume her body and kill her again.

We still have enough power
to face and win any war,

no matter against whom.

I'm a human being, not a dog
to be tied up and chained.

And you know perfectly well
what a war with me is like:

with bombshells. We'll say good-bye
to President Vargas with bombshells,

and we are going to welcome
the new puppet that will replace him.

The order is peremptory, gentlemen,
we'll start hurting this country today

and no Colombian will be safe
from drowning in their own shit.

We're going to kill that magistrate
who is after our ass,

the Bogotá police officer
appointed commander in Antioquia,

that old guy
appointed President of the Commission,

the nigger Peraza, Director
of the Intelligence Operations Center.

We're going to kill
the whole fucking world.

No matter how many bombs

we put against the police and the PEPES,
we won't make it.

What about a bunch of crooks negotiating

and solving their problems
the way they want?

Problems in this country
can only be solved with innocent deaths.

What can we do, Miguel, if that's
the only way I solve my problems?

If you agree or not, understand me
or not, that's your problem not mine.

In the meantime,
ask Mole to go to Medellín

to look for the relatives of this couple
of jerks and start shooting them all.

What has happened with the bombs, Mole?
Why don't they blow up?

Are you scared to death too?
Do you want to surrender?

Say it, because the last thing I need
is cowards at my side.

DECEMBER 2, 1993

Do you need anything, boss?

- Well, yes. Something to eat.
- All right, boss.

Thanks, son.

Boss.
Relax, boss, it's me.

Here's your food.
Are you going to eat now or later?

- What time is it?
- A bit past 2 p.m., boss.

- Where's my watch?
- In your hand, boss.

It's in your hand.

- Did you already try it?
- No, sir.

Try it.

Leave it here.

- Tell me if you need anything, boss.
- All right, son, thank you.

You're welcome, boss.

Over the past hours,
they had to be evacuated at dawn,

after a bomb threat
having been confirmed in that place.

As time goes by,
citizens demand the authorities

to find the whereabouts of Escobar,
fugitive of justice.

Others speculate about
the possible surrender of the capo.

Bogotá--

Tequendama Suites, good afternoon.

Good afternoon, can you connect me

with Mr. Emilio Escobar's room,
please?

Who is calling?

Miss, please let me talk
to Emilio Escobar. Hello?

Hello?

Mom, comb my hair
the way Dad likes it.

Tequendama Suites, good afternoon.

Good afternoon, can you connect me

with Mr. Emilio Escobar's room,
please?

Yes, one moment, please.

- Hello?
- Son.

Is it true that you are threatened
by the PEPES?

Write, write.

Everything is just a bunch of lies
and falsehoods.

The PEPES are twice as criminal
as what they think my father is.

They have killed priests,
trade unionists,

peasants
and presidential candidates.

However, the national government
won't apply the faceless justice,

despite their relationship
with the police,

the government and businessmen.
Then, what can you expect

from those that don't respect
honor and truth?

All right, son, I'll call you right away.
The three minutes are over.

Major, he's close.
If he calls again, we'll get him.

- Hello?
- Hi, son.

- Next.
- The criminal and terrorist policemen

from the Search Bloc
of the capital of Antioquia

were the ones responsible
for the coward and bloody attack

with rockets to our apartment,

where my grandmother, Enelia Gaviria,
ended up hurt.

Emilio, I want to talk to my father.

- Dad, Earthquake wants to talk to you.
- Put her on.

Here she is. Don't take long.

Dad, look at the drawing I did for you.

Thank you very much.

Colonel, we need reinforcements.

We are arriving
at The Olives neighborhood.

We have him close, sir.

Everyone's ready.

Surround the block.

I don't want him to escape
through the roofs.

Earthquake,

that drawing is very pretty,
you hear?

It is beautiful,
thank you very much.

- You know I love you very much, right?
- And I love you too, Dad.

But I... love you more, you hear?

There, there, there.

Let me talk to your brother.

Put him on.

Write it down: the possibilities
of a negotiated surrender

with the national government
will only--

I have to go,
because something's going on.

- Boss, they got us, boss.
- Hello, Dad?

The line was cut or he hung up.
Something wrong happened.

Something bad is going on.

Breaking news.

Official sources indicate
that Pablo Escobar Gaviria

died in Medellín.

Live information
from Caracol Medellín.

Your attention, please.
It has been confirmed

that a few minutes ago
the Search Bloc killed Pablo Escobar,

head of the Medellín Cartel,
during an operation conducted

near the America square,
in Medellín's western sector.

We're receiving information
from the site.

There you have him, sir.
Take a good picture.

Yes. We are confirming
this information from Medellín.

Come here, come over here.

Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria
was born on December 1st, 1949,

in El Tablazo section
of the city of Rionegro.

He was considered the richest
drug trafficker in the world,

and was known by the alias
of Godfather and Doctor.

We insist on the information.
Pablo Escobar Gaviria has been killed

by the Search Bloc,
in the city of Medellín.

The drug trafficker was located
by members of the Police and the Army,

during an operation conducted
in a very crowded sector.

Apparently,
desperation had forced him

to look for a hideout in the capital
of the Antioquia Department,

but he was surprised
by Search Bloc members.

Scoop of Caracol Channel.
Pablo Escobar Gaviria

was shot in the America neighborhood
between 45th and 34th Street,

reports Caracol Radio Channel.

It's 3:33 p.m.

So far, the information
is that Pablo Escobar Gaviria,

the head of the Medellín Cartel
has been shot.

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 undocumented situations.