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

PABLO ESCOBAR, THE LORD OF EVIL

Mole.

Ah, why are you so stupid? Idiot!

The baby is asleep!

- Show some respect to women. - Fuck the child! Shut up!

- Respect me! - Shut up!

- Look, she burnt me! - Stop making a scene!

- I'm going to kill you! - Stop yelling, please!

What do you mean stop yelling? She burnt me! You, shut up!

Shut up!

- Stop making a scene! - What scene? She burnt me!

- Stupid woman! - The neighbors will call the police.

I don't give a shit if they can hear me!

- Are they going to send in Superman? - Shut up, or I'll shut you up.

- Who is it? - Serafín's mother.

He has gone to Bogotá,

and he told me to come here if something happened.

Mole, it's Serafín's grandma.

Look.

God bless you! Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

You didn't understand me, did you?

This isn't any old news, this isn't a scoop.

A Minister was killed.

No?

Let me be there for at least five minutes,

so I can listen to your conversation with him.

That's all I'm asking for.

Excuse me.

How are you, Bayron? Have they been treating you well?

I'm going to ask you some questions, and you're going to answer them.

Who ordered you to kill the Minister of Justice?

Who?

Your friend is in the next room. He already confessed everything.

He told us who hired you, how much they paid you,

who got the motorcycle, who gave you the information.

He will walk free.

He is cooperating.

Who ordered you to do it?

Listen, son...

Relax.

Are you going to take the blame for this?

Are you going to get yourself into trouble?

Why?

This is a problem, Bayron.

A serious problem. Just cooperate.

Fabio, I've had many problems with Pablo Emilio Escobar,

both small and big problems, but this problem is very, very big.

We're not going to get out of it easily.

- I doubt it... - What do you mean?

You just need to leave the country for a while.

We've been trying to do so, but we couldn't do it on our plane, or Motoa's,

and now we are supposed to cross the border at Panama with this heap of junk.

Pablo, there is no border between Panama and Colombia

because there is a jungle!

- Paty! Where are you? - Let me talk to her!

- Ask her where she is. - My love! How are you?

What do you mean a problem? What happened?

Yes, we are still here.

Listen, there has been a change of plan.

You need to leave on a commercial flight.

Damn it! No!

Paty, listen to what I'm about to say.

This is what I need you to do...

I'm very sorry.

Lara, our friend, we'll be with you till the end!

Lara, our friend, we'll be with you till the end!

Lara, our friend, we'll be with you till the end!

Lara, our friend, we'll be with you till the end!

Lara, our friend, we'll be with you till the end!

Lara, our friend, we'll be with you till the end!

Lara, our friend, we'll be with you till the end!

Lara, our friend, we'll be with you till the end!

Lara, our friend, we'll be with you till the end!

Lara, our friend...

At this moment, the body of the murdered Minister of Justice, Rodrigo Lara Bonilla,

is lying in state at the Congress of the Republic,

- with all the other former presidents. - We'll always be there for you.

President Luis Carlos Galán,

his colleagues from the New Liberalism, politicians,

journalists, high dignitaries, the high commanders of the military,

and his closest relatives.

From here, the body will be taken to the Cathedral of Bogotá,

where a mass will be held in his name.

The Minister's body will then be taken to Neiva, his hometown,

where he'll be buried with honors.

The hope of our future resurrection shines in him.

And although the certainty of having to die saddens us,

the hope of future immortality consoles us.

Your friend sends his regards. You see?

He was released, because he cooperated.

I didn't know that man was so important.

You're a liar! You knew he was the Minister of Justice.

Your friend confessed everything.

He told me who hired you. Everything.

Do you know what he told me? That you were the one who hired him.

That's bullshit! Serafín hired me.

I didn't know anything about this job and that is the truth.

You did know.

Holy Mother of God. What have I gotten myself into?

Help me, please. If I talk, they're going to kill me.

Okay, Bayron. Listen to me.

I'm going to protect you.

I'm going to protect your family and your friends.

Cooperate.

With the law in a country like this, if you kill a Minister,

how would a poor family like mine survive?

Listen, son. I'm personally going to take care of your safety, of your people.

Give me a name. Just one.

Pablo Escobar?

No, I don't know that man.

- Gustavo Ramírez, the Mariachi? - I don't know him either.

Fucking cooperate!

I don't know them, Colonel.

Is that the fuzz?

Which one?

Look at that guy.

He has been following us since we left the house.

- Go ahead. This looks strange. - What's with you?

Does he have a racket? What's wrong with his face?

- What do you want, asshole? - Stop following us.

Don't expose yourself, they're cops.

I'm panicking.

We'd be better off a home, it's too dangerous out here.

Rodrigo...

could have yielded...

to the various and intense pressures to which he was subject.

He would be alive today,

had he given in and fled.

But like a true man of honor,

he endured it all,

and by accepting the entire challenge,

he became a victim,

giving his life for his country and his convictions.

The struggle against drug trafficking cannot be considered...

as the quest of a handful of idealists...

who died like Rodrigo Lara did,

or as the responsibility of a specific political sector,

while all the others remain silent...

out of cowardliness or complicity,

convinced that this is mere Puritanism,

or a confrontation between naïve and deluded moralists.

Every political force and all social strata...

must interpret this reality as a common cause,

essential for the survival of the State.

In Colombia,

we are all committed to persevere in this struggle...

until the foundations of a new era in the national life are laid.

This is the duty his holocaust has imposed on us.

It is the only possible consolation we can give his family,

his people,

his friends,

his country.

The Government has lost a minister, Huila has lost a boss,

the New Liberalism has lost one of its founders,

and his family has lost the core of their affection.

But Colombian history has added to its registers,

as of April 30th,

the heroic mission...

accomplished by Rodrigo Lara Bonilla.

How do we get to Panama?

- We're catching the ferry. - Are you kidding?

- For how many hours will we be at sea? - We have no choice.

Besides, it won't take that long.

We'll sail from Turbo directly to Colon.

That's the route the Sheriff used to take for smuggling.

But we're going to use it for a different reason.

- Are you serious, Pablo? - Yes, Fabio.

I know that route like the back of my hand.

I understand that, but as you said, the problem is

that we have to bribe every policeman at every checkpoint on the way.

How much are we going to spend on this bullshit?

I know, but that's why we're not travelling by truck.

- Cops stop trucks, but not taxis. - And what if they decide to stop taxis?

I don't know. They'll have to hold their balls because I'll start shooting.

Since you're going to play the gangsters, I brought this just in case.

It's perfect.

- There you go. - Thanks, Fabio.

- Be really careful. - Of course.

Get down from there, you're going to fall. Stop monkeying about!

Miss, can you please tell me what time the next flight to Guayaquil departs?

Guayaquil, it departs at 7,30 pm.

Okay. Three tickets, please. Two adults.

And one child.

- Passengers names please. - Yes.

Enelia Gaviria.

Yes, Miss.

Patricia Urrea.

Yes.

- Did they pay in advance? - Yes, in cash.

But they haven't stopped by for a few days.

Did you talk to them? Where are they from?

You can tell from miles away that they are from Medellín.

Just one thing.

Tell me the truth.

Do you know them?

Yes?

This is them, right?

Yes. Are they the ones who...

They killed the Minister of Justice.

What's this? They are minors.

Two adults also stayed here.

They were the youngest ones.

Can you help me with something?

I want you to give me a description of them.

Tell me what they look like. Okay?

Relax.

Where is the call log?

Military honors! Attention!

Shoulder!

Nancy,

I've suffered Rodrigo's death as if he were a member of my family.

That's how I've always felt it.

Thank you, Mr. President.

I want you know that you can count on my full support

and that of the Presidency staff for whatever you need.

Thank you.

Rodrigo fought a battle on his own that...

deserves our pride and our solidarity.

A battle in which he had to come out the winner.

In which he was representing the State.

And he lost.

The State can't kneel down to just anyone.

If only that could bring Rodrigo back.

Perhaps you haven't thought about it yet, but I think...

that moving overseas,

and working for the Government, could help to relieve your grief.

I really appreciate it, Mr. President, but all I want now is to go to Neiva,

and bury Rodrigo in his "small village", as he used to call it.

We're going to accompany you to Neiva.

But I want you to think about what I just told you.

Bayron, my name is Niky Polania.

I'm a journalist from the newspaper El Espectador,

and I would like to ask you some questions.

Bayron, we need you to tell us who hired you.

I thought Serafín had already told you.

- Your friend Serafín... - Has been released.

He cooperated with justice.

Is that clear?

Bayron, you have a chance to talk.

What's done is done.

Please help us to uncover the truth.

I can't tell you anything.

If I confess, they're going to kill me.

I think we've heard enough for today.

You're going to be transferred. And I won't be allowed in to talk to you.

I don't know what they'll do to you, but they'll get all the answers they want.

- Niky! - What are they going to do to me?

Walk!

Colonel, what's going to happen to me?

Tell me, please!

What's going to happen to me?

Thanks a lot.

Thanks for what?

Thanks for showing me that he talks when under pressure.

You helped me.

- He is just a kid, Colonel. - And?

How can someone take advantage of a boy

and make him kill someone he even doesn't know?

That's not even the worst part.

The worst part is that a 16-year-old boy wasn't afraid of doing it.

Yes, I realize that.

The birth of a hired assassin.

That could make a good headline.

That boy doesn't know the dimensions of what he did, Colonel.

Did you see his face? That kid is scared.

But that's the only method that works.

That's how we got to the place where they used to stay.

Colonel, I'm sure that if you're patient...

and promise to take care of his family,

he'll give you the name of the person who hired him.

It's possible.

But for now, we're going to finish what we started.

Thank you, Niky.

Good day.

Oh, Rodrigo.

You scared me.

What are you doing here? Can't you sleep?

Relax, Mum. From now on, I'll take care of you.

- Excuse me, Colonel. - Come in.

The call log from the hotel room.

- Any news? - Yes, sir.

All calls were made to the same number.

- Excuse me, Colonel. - Okay.

Santísima Trinidad neighborhood, Medellín.

I've got them.

Baby.

Can you make me some food? I'm hungry.

Why don't you prepare it yourself? You are a better cook, aren't you?

Hey, hey.

Are you fucking stupid?

- Do you want me to... - Don't hit her!

- Stop getting involved! - You're a fucking idiot!

- Come on. - So stupid.

Listen, Mole! Don't start that shit again!

- Mole... - No, no.

Don't worry, Fabiola. Everything is okay.

What are we celebrating?

Are you saving us from poverty?

Pablo Escobar!

Don't ever mention that name!

- Boss, the cops are here! - Okay.

The cops! Let's go.

You know what to do, Mireya!

- Everything's fine. - I love you. Keep quiet.

You're not going nowhere. You're staying with me!

- No... - Let's go!

- Take care of the baby! - Let's go!

- Bastard! - Be quiet!

Freeze, everybody! Don't move!

Search them!

What's wrong, Captain?

- What are you celebrating today? - My birthday!

This poorly?

Poor?

Everybody already left.

Your ID.

ID?

I never carry my ID.

I'm look for a friend, Dagoberto Ruiz.

He invited me, but he isn't here. I wonder where he is.

Do you know a Dagoberto?

Who is the young lady?

The wife.

I don't believe you.

- No? - No.

They just left through the back yard. Go and look for them!

To the other house!

To the other house!

PACIFIC OCEAN

Okay, help me cast anchor, it's too dark and dangerous.

Listen to this jerk!

Tell me where to go and I'll drive.

Gonzalo, sit down!

Stop having a tantrum!

The guy said that it's dangerous and it's better if we stop and ask him.

We'll spend the night here, and we'll leave tomorrow before dawn.

We'll be in Panama very soon. I know what I'm talking about!

We've been waiting for ages. I'm going to hit him.

You know what? I hate waiting too.

And you know what else?

I don't think Pablo will come.

Did you actually think he was going to come?

No way!

Pablo fled Colombia.

And he still has all that ocean to sail across.

He won't arrive today.

Well, Mr. Mauricio,

I would like to thank you for your hospitality.

Don't mention it! You have a partner and friend here in Panama.

You can do whatever you please, and ask for whatever you want.

I'm happy to have you here and treat you the way you deserve!

At dawn, the sun should rise behind you.

That's the direction we should head in.

That way?

Can we go now?

The stillness is making me dizzy and I'm about to throw up.

- Can we go now? - Gonzalo!

- You need to stop eating so much. - Eating what?

Tuna fish, water, and eggs? That's all we've eaten!

- This is miserable. - What is miserable, Gonzalo?

- Be grateful that we're still alive. - You're right.

This isn't mere misery. We are fucked.

That's what we are. Fucked.

When will we be able to enjoy all of this?

When will we be able to enjoy our families?

Our children?

Our country?

I'm sick and tired of this shit.

I want to enjoy myself now, not when I'm old.

Yes, I know, Gonzalo.

This is a war that nobody is going to win.

You're right.

We should start...

thinking about negotiating a deal, to keep the peace.

Patricia, do you feel better at sea level?

Yes, Mrs. Enelia, but my nerves are killing me.

Don't worry.

GUAYAQUIL AIRPORT ECUADOR

Nothing is going to happen. Everything will be okay.

This is where we say goodbye.

- Here? - Yes. Relax.

Everything will be okay.

I love you a lot!

The Holy Mother of God protects me, with her robe she covers me.

- Amen. - Let's go.

Come on, my love. Give me your hand.

Passengers with destination Quito, please board at gate six.

Passengers with destination Caracas, please board at gate three.

Listen, there has been a change of plan. This is what I need you to do.

Emilio, come here.

We're now going to do what I told you,

but remember, it's just a game, and there's no need to be afraid, okay?

Okay?

- Good night, young man. - Good night, madam.

Don't you get tired of following me?

You've been after me all day and all night.

What are you asking yourself now? Where is this old lady going?

What is she going to do in Caracas? What will she do there?

Look for her son.

You should ask your bosses to increase your salary, give you more money.

One of your colleagues is on the same plane as my daughter-in-law, right?

Yes, madam. We already know she's going to Lima.

They'll be waiting for her there.

Ah, very smart. Very kind.

May the Virgin Mary be with you.

Oh! Miss!

- Madam... - Help me, miss.

What's wrong, madam?

I don't know, I'm in so much pain.

Oh, I'm drenched.

My waters broke.

- Relax. - How can I, if my water's just broke?

Calm down, I'll go and talk to the pilot.

Okay, hurry up. I'm waiting.

Oh, my God!

A woman is about to give birth. She can't wait until we get to Lima.

- We can't go back, we've just taken off. - Help me, miss!

Please!

This baby is coming out!

I need a doctor!

Help me, please.

Here are all of Rodrigo's documents.

Some letters.

MINISTERY OF JUSTICE BOGATÁ

The press release Rodrigo used to defend himself.

Everything.

And look...

His diary.

We had agreed to meet and talk.

But we never got to do it.

Nancy, I know this is very hard.

You can't imagine how hard, Luis Carlos.

I haven't been able to sleep since it happened.

I knew he had been threatened but...

I never thought things would happen the way they did.

The President wants to talk to me.

He probably wants to help you.

What do you want to do?

I don't know.

I'm already 27 years old.

And Rodrigo never wanted me to work for the Ministry.

He wanted me to be with the children.

So, I don't know.

Nancy.

You're a competent woman.

You can achieve whatever you commit yourself to.

Answer me one thing, Luis Carlos.

What do I tell my kids when they ask for their dad?

That drug traffickers killed him?

That he started a fight against them, and they shut him up?

If you want, I can talk to them.

And I'll tell them that their dad...

was an exemplary Senator,

a brave Minister,

and an exceptionally important man.

All I want is you to continue the fight that Rodrigo started.

Those people can't get away with it.

My husband's death can't be in vain.

You even have to ask.

We're going to keep fighting from within the Government,

within the Senate,

and within the party we founded.

This was our fight.

Thank you.

Listen.

I know that this is all very difficult.

But everything will be okay.

I don't know if it'll be tomorrow,

in a week, or in a year.

But believe me,

everything will be okay.

Do you know what the problem is?

I don't know how to live without Rodrigo.

- Sergeant. - Yes, Colonel.

- Has the second part been cordoned off? - Yes, Colonel.

I won't go to Medellín without confirmation.

As you order, Colonel.

The Police investigation

of Rodrigo Lara Bonilla's murder, the Minister of Justice,

has provided clues about the perpetrators of the assassination.

An intensive search is under way,

in order to find Dagoberto Ruiz, alias "Mole",

who has been accused of being a member of the group that killed the Minister.

One moment, please!

We know that Minister Lara's assassins are in this area.

I'm going to search each house, and each business establishment.

I won't leave without them.

Colonel!

Do you have any clues as to who

is the mastermind behind the Minister's assassination?

No more questions.

They say that the wanted assassin, alias "Mole",

is part of a criminal network that the authorities have promised to catch

in order to discover the masterminds behind the crime.

He said it was my wife.

- Do you want a coffee? - What coffee?

Look.

She is a rat. How could she denounce me like that?

Mole, I'm sick to death of hearing about Fabiola!

If I had just killed her that day, this wouldn't have happened.

She's the mother of your children.

Show some respect.

- So she has the right to denounce me? - Yes, you deserve it for beating her!

- That's why she denounced you. - Can you guys shut up?

- Fuck-up! - You're a fuck-up!

- I've asked you once to shut up! - Okay, Chilli, you asshole.

- Silence! And mind your own business. - Don't talk to me like that.

- You stress me out, you motormouth! - Shut up!

I can't stand her! Earth to Mole!

They're looking for you everywhere.

And you keep going back to that woman Fabiola!

I need to think.

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.