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THOSE WHO DON'T KNOW THEIR HISTORY ARE DOOMED TO REPEAT IT

ESCOBAR, THE LORD OF EVIL

BOGOTÁ, DECEMBER 18th, 1986

EL ESPECTADOR'S DIRECTOR MURDERED

Cami, please.

It's okay.

They will find out eventually.

Yes, but not today.

They won't understand that grandpa appears in the newspaper.

And Adelaida?

It's different with her.

They will find out anyway.

Yes, and we won't keep it from her,

but if this is hard for us as adults, for her it's even worse.

Angela, let's go outside.

I don't understand. I can't believe it.

Yesterday everything was normal.

And from one moment to the other,

they took dad away from us.

I know, Cami.

I don't understand.

Why am I dressed so elegantly? Are we going to mass?

No, dear. We're not going to mass.

What is it then?

It's just that today you have to look elegant and pretty.

Yes, I know. But why?

Hello, honey.

Hi, grandma.

You look lovely, and very elegant.

Grandma, where's my grandpa?

Dear,

your grandpa is in heaven now.

That's why you have to dress elegantly, because we have to say goodbye to him.

Did he go on a trip?

Yes, honey. A very long trip.

Why didn't he say goodbye to us?

That's what your grandma said, honey. We're going to say goodbye to him.

But grandma said he's already in heaven.

How are we going to do it? Over the telephone?

The independent position of El Espectador

is quite solid.

There's a certain political class that doesn't like that,

because when they are in power

they try to change our way of being, and the way we think,

eliminating the advertising of certain institutions,

such as, the official ones.

Pablo.

Who are we hiding from now?

Who told you we were hiding, Patricia?

We are not? What are we doing here then?

We are protecting ourselves from the false accusations

thrown against us by our political enemies.

Pablo, for the love of God!

Do you know how many children that journalist had?

Five!

Do you know how many grandchildren?

Seven, for God's sake!

Is that right? Congratulations to Mr. Guillermo Cano.

Why are you telling me that? Did I kill him or what?

Paty, listen. Look at me.

You have to understand we are being the victims of a political,

vile and miserable persecution.

I can't let the government extradite me to the U.S. unjustly.

Do you want your children to have no father?

Don't you say that.

How can you say that, Pablo? Do you want that?

- I don't want it either. - Nobody wants that.

Then what?

You are my wife, Paty.

I need you to be helpful, affectionate, and to support me in everything I do.

- I've been a good husband and father. - God, Pablo.

- What am I doing if it's not that? - You're unfair to me.

For God's sake. Here I am, supporting you.

Look at me here, supporting you.

Listen to me.

If you are so convinced I'm a miserable murderer,

call the police right now and tell them I'll be in the pool playing with Emilio.

Go ahead, tell them.

Now nobody will doubt what The Extraditables can do.

We're talking loud and clear now.

Listen, gentlemen,

I think the country isn't what it used to be after the attack.

There are still many things to do and many bullets to be shot.

- Isn't that right, Pablo? - That's right, Mariachi.

Hi there. How are you all?

What do you mean, Mariachi?

According to you, we have to keep pushing.

Isn't today's news good enough for you?

The director of the most important newspaper of this damn country is dead.

I'm sorry to contradict you, Pedro, but he's not dead.

We killed him.

Exactly.

I think the government and the country got the message.

Man, I'm just saying we have to keep killing extraditers.

It's the only way to put an end to the problem.

Exactly, Herber.

With this new hit, we will show the country that our military objectives

aren't only focused on journalists,

politicians, judges, magistrates and the police,

but also on every person against us,

including those cowards that already left the country.

I'm not following you, Pablo.

Clearly, no one in this country can mess around with us.

But abroad? Who are we talking about?

Don't you remember Lara Bonilla's replacement in the Ministry of Justice?

There you have it.

How many times did we hear him say he was a businessman and a merchant

in the Congress of the Republic?

How many times?

This picture that proves Pablo Escobar's real business

is cocaine trafficking,

as Minister Lara said so many times,

and for which he was foully murdered.

Of course, Ernesto Chacón.

He was the first one to extradite the first fellow men to the U.S.

Exactly!

When he left the Ministry, he went running to hide,

begging for an embassy abroad. To be more exact in Europe.

Typical of those bastard politicians.

At this moment, Mr. Chacón, is installed in Budapest

as Ambassador to Hungary.

I'd like to see the President's face

when he realizes how far our "tentacles" can reach.

Cheers to the Tentacles.

Cheers, man.

Wait a minute, gentlemen.

I can't believe this.

That man's blood is still warm and lying on the floor,

and we are planning to do more stupidities?

Listen, Pedro, It's the only way out, man.

That minister owes us one, bro.

I know he owes us one, and he'll pay.

But let's wait.

Let's postpone the attack.

Listen to me, Pedro.

When there's not the slightest chance of being extradited to the U.S.,

we will stop hiding. You can bet on that.

But, Pablo, there's no such threat today.

It doesn't exist today, but it could exist tomorrow.

I hope that after Mr. Guillermo Cano's death,

the government will be smart enough.

But if the government insists with this extradition nonsense,

then I'm determined to go through the diplomatic channels.

We will have a diplomatic gesture with the government,

sending them as a gift in a box

the corpse of Ambassador Ernesto Chacón.

Emilio!

Let's see who can hold his breath underwater the longest!

Today, Colombia lost not only one of its best journalists,

but also an extraordinary father

and an even better grandfather.

Somewhere in Colombia lies the dark being

who didn't care about any of Don Guillermo's human qualities,

and decided to end his life and to dismember his family.

We ask you, God, Our Lord,

to receive with open arms the human being knocking on your door,

but also to touch the hearts of those who assume a divine stature on earth

to make them understand that this is not the way.

That little priest really talks a lot of bullshit, man.

Guys!

Come here for a moment so we can talk, okay?

Yes, let's talk for a moment.

Hello, Don Marcos. How are you feeling?

Man, I'm so happy with the news.

It makes me feel proud of the Medellin Cartel,

an organization to which we all belong, right?

But I'm gladder that we solved our problem.

Well, Don Marcos, with total certainty,

I can tell you that everything is fine between us.

Excellent, guys.

Because I have a confession to make.

I can't imagine having you two as my enemies.

God forbid!

Us, your enemies, Don Marcos?

No way.

May Mary bless our souls.

It's just that you nearly killed us, and I couldn't just stand still.

Man, I totally understand,

and that's why I want to take the chance to apologize.

That night I was out of my mind, you know?

Besides, that bodyguard really pissed me off, brother.

I didn't mean to harm you.

All right, Don Marcos. We're glad you admit your mistake.

Let's start fresh. Everything is okay.

Very well, guys. Same here.

We should thank Pablo that helped us fix the situation.

Those are the real friends, the ones I value.

I guess that's all. We are cool, right?

Right, Don Marcos. Good to see you.

The Medellin cartel killed him.

Because of what he published in El Espectador.

What kind of country is this?

A person kills because of what another one writes.

- Granny? - Yes, honey?

Did all these people know my grandfather?

Well, they knew what he did.

As you know, many people read the newspaper.

Why are they waving those white handkerchiefs?

Because that is their way of saying goodbye to him.

I want one too.

Okay, I'll get you one.

Daddy, if grandpa is in heaven,

why do we have to bury him?

Grandpa is dead, right?

Oh, my dear.

As you all know,

Don Guillermo Cano was the soul and spine of this newspaper.

But as Nene says, and despite it hurts,

we must carry on without him.

That's what he'd want. For us to keep on doing what he started.

What he started, as Nicky says, and the reason he was killed,

was speaking openly about the Medellin Cartel

and the drug trafficking.

Work we will continue doing.

Now more than ever, we are going to insist on that issue,

both in the information pages as well as in the opinion pages.

And as you will understand, it's still too soon for the family

to make a decision regarding the newspaper's direction.

We are hoping to get together very soon to make that decision.

Yes.

Meanwhile, Nene will be in charge.

I figure we're all going to the protest.

Yes. That protest is for all of us journalists.

Not only El Espectador, but all of the media.

We are going to tell those criminals not to mess with us.

Thank you very much. Thank you, Nene.

Excuse me.

Is it okay if I write this chronicle?

Yesterday thousands of people accompanied the journalists of Bogotá

to support them in the slogan that opened the protest.

"Crime will not silence us!"

With this, they wanted to show Colombia

that a country with no press is a silenced country,

lost and uninformed.

At the same time, it was a message to the criminals.

The same people who killed Guillermo Cano.

That act does not imply the media will be silenced.

And that they will stop denouncing the existence of drug cartels,

their main bosses, their criminal activities

and their felonies.

The Dean of Colombian journalism died,

but fortunately, the press is still alive.

Silent marches all over the country.

So, Mariachi,

what is that little animal worth?

Let's see, Pablo.

I could give you that beast for 50 million pesos.

50 million pesos?

That's right.

Come on, Mariachi.

Do you know how many hippos I can import from Africa

with 50 million pesos?

What can I say?

Will you ride a hippo?

Have you ever seen a hippo gaiting?

I'll tell you what, take the horse and give it to Daniela.

Tell her it's a gift from her uncle Mariachi!

Really, Mariachi? Thank you.

I'll take it then.

- Boss. - Thank you, son.

Go for a walk.

Hello?

We are ready to work.

We'll work in any country of Europe.

Listen, the package is in Budapest.

Perfect.

We'll just need some time to make a good plan.

Take as much time as you need.

But do me a favor and get it done in less than two months.

How much money is there for this job?

Well, that's for you to decide.

You tell me how much and we can work it out.

All right.

I'm surprised by the reaction of all the newspapers of this country.

Why are you surprised? They had to support us.

Yes, of course.

I'm glad they support us, and that they put the interview on air,

and that they made a call to silence for 24 hours, that's great.

Well then, Mother, what is it you don't like?

That they are doing it now, and not before.

Your dad was the only one who dared to confront the Medellin Cartel.

He denounced them. The others kept quiet.

That's why they killed him.

Because he was the only one telling the truth without fear.

The rest of the media were afraid.

Anyway, they did silence the country for one whole day.

It seemed like a significant act to me.

They could have done nothing.

They could have done more.

That's all I'm saying.

I try to think about everything you are saying

but my head has been in the same place since this tragedy began.

Don't you feel there're a lot of things you never told dad?

Something as simple as "I love you."

I never did it.

Now I know I'll never be able to do it.

Cami, he knew it.

Mom, I love you.

I love you too, Mom.

And I love you all.

Let me show you something.

This is the most beautiful thing in nature.

To feed an animal with your own hands.

Come here, Emilio. Pay attention.

Take the carrot and put your hand like this.

This way, the horse can easily eat it.

That's why we call him the Mariachi.

Because of his love for horses and for Mexican folk music.

Put your hand like this.

All right, sweethearts. It's time to go to bed.

Come here, honey. Come here, doll.

Wait, Paty. We're doing something.

The kids don't want to go to bed yet.

Oh, a little more.

Do you want to stay, Emilio?

- A little longer. - All right.

I'll tell you what.

In a moment you'll take them in, you'll bathe them,

you'll put their pajamas on and you'll tuck them in bed.

Good night. God bless you.

Bye, little doll.

Wait, Paty.

Are you going to leave just like that, without saying goodbye?

- I already said good night. - No.

You should say goodbye to your husband the proper way.

How's that?

Yes.

Come on, Emilio. Let's go to bed.

Let's go to sleep now.

We're all tired.

It's time to go to bed, honey.

Not yet, Daddy. I want to see grandpa on TV.

That's a very late interview. You won't stay awake.

I will, Daddy. Please.

We've reached a consensus between the journalists

regarding an issue forbidden by self-censorship,

by self-control, or for fear for our lives.

That issue is drug trafficking.

Do you believe that's true?

I could talk from my newspaper's point of view

and from my point of view.

I have not received any kind of threats from drug traffickers,

even though my column discusses the issue and is dedicated to it,

because I believe, Cecilia,

that drug trafficking is one of the country's most serious problems.

I do know people who write in other media

who received death threats,

I also know some of them who have been murdered.

And this undoubtedly affects freedom of the press in this country.

Yes, of course it affects the freedom of press,

because we, journalists, have to live with these threats.

I leave this newspaper every night, and I don't know what's going to happen.

"I leave this newspaper every night, and I don't know what's going to happen,"

that's what Don Guillermo Cano said the night before he left El Espectador

and was murdered by two gunmen on a motorcycle.

Our broadcast finishes now.

We wish to remind you that starting as of now,

no media throughout the country will release any information whatsoever.

Good night.

Nothing.

There's no reception.

What did I tell you?

The journalists in this country are useless.

Would you stop working?

That's ridiculous.

BOGOTÁ DECEMBER 20, 1986

EL ESPECTADOR'S DIRECTOR MURDERED

BOYACA DECEMBER 24, 1986

Pablo!

The girl fell asleep waiting for so long.

What should I do with the horse?

Leave it in her room.

What do you mean?

Tie the horse in her room, so when she wakes up,

she sees the surprise.

Do it.

Gentlemen.

No one is here yet, man.

How are you? What is new, Mariachi?

How are you, sir?

I'm grateful for the invitation to your house,

and even more grateful for the girl's horse.

It's my pleasure. Enjoy it.

So, Don Herber, you came dressed as "Rambo"?

Pablo, I'm very grateful to you for having invited me to this celebration.

You know these dates are difficult without the family.

I don't wish this on anyone.

Yes, I know, Herber, but you've nothing to thank me for.

You are a part of our family.

Oh, dear.

Pablito, your words flatter me.

I also wanted to tell you

about this guy--

Thank you.

About this guy in Budapest. Everything is going well.

Excellent, Pablo.

There's something I wanted to tell you.

We are going to have a celebration on the 4th of February.

So I'll be waiting for you all. It's going to be a big celebration.

Perfect, Marcos. February 4th.

I'll be the first one to get there. You can count on me.

Paty, he's all yours.

What's new, ma'am?

What's new, Don Pablo?

Why the long face?

It's just my face. What can we do about it?

All right.

I just can't stop thinking about the Cano family, Pablo.

I feel so sad for them.

Bury a loved one in December?

What a terrible thing.

Yes, I feel sad for them too.

Thank God our family is okay.

I love my children so much, and you too, you hear me?

Very much.

But you know something?

If God gave me the chance to go back in time,

I'd do everything I can not to fall in love with the neighbor.

This one is for grandma. Give it to her.

For Uncle Fernando from Santa Claus.

For Adelaida from Santa Claus.

Give me that one.

For Uncle Guillermo from Santa Claus.

Thank you.

This one is for...?

And the big one is for Angela.

It's so heavy!

So heavy.

You're welcome.

This court understands the urgency of the government of wanting to amend

the extradition treaty with the U.S. that this court did not endorse.

However, the new treaty that it aims to establish cannot be corrected

by simply replacing the signature of the former President

with the signature of the current President.

Therefore, the Court reiterates that legally,

there is no extradition treaty in effect with the U.S.

Thank you very much.

The government's efforts were of no avail.

At least they did something and didn't just sit there.

The government knew that this extradition issue

is much more complex than signing a poorly made treaty.

We must keep a firm hand against the cartel.

They've already killed one of us, tomorrow it will be other people.

But how, Fernando?

This was the only hope we had for Don Guillermo's murderers to be punished.

We still have hope.

We must push the government to keep on fighting against the cartel.

And cross our fingers so that the Medellin mafia doesn't kill someone else.

They can do it.

Clearly, their strategy is to intimidate the government with big blows.

All right, less talking more working.

Congratulations for your new role as co-directors of the newspaper.

You have a great responsibility on your hands.

Fine, Nene,

but I hope you'll keep on helping us.

And giving us your advice.

Like your dad, you're assuming the direction at an early age,

but don't you worry, you can count on me

and my lectures, okay?

Look.

How cute, Granny.

Do you like them?

Yes.

Thank you, Granny.

This is not a gift from me, but from grandpa.

He was keeping them

and was going to give them to you as your secret friend.

My grandpa was so nice.

He knew you would like them very much.

I know how sad you are. I am too, but we must be calm

because he is calm and happy watching over us from heaven.

Yes, of course.

Come.

BUDAPEST, HUNGARY JANUARY 13, 1987

Mr. Chacón!

Do you think the government will stop bothering us

with the extradition, Pablo?

I certainly hope so after what happened in Europe.

When is Marcos Herber's party?

February 4th.

I guess we're going to go to that Rumba, right?

I don't think we should, Gonzalo.

Why?

Trust me.

I know why I'm telling you. It's better not to go.

First, second, third and fourth.

Shift to neutral again.

Now you can start the car.

There you go.

Push the pedal.

Like a man.

You have to be comfortable.

Ready, boss.

Emilio, let's turn off the car for a moment.

Go to the house and we'll continue with the class later, okay?

- Thank you. - I love you.

What's new, boys?

How are you?

- Very well, sir. - Chili, man.

So, did you get those men I requested?

Yes, sir. They are in the car.

I can introduce them to you whenever you want.

Chili, I'll ask you once again.

Are these people reliable?

Can we put them in the organization's payroll?

Of course we can, boss.

Absolutely.

They are completely reliable.

Look what happened with Mole.

He showed determination and look where he got.

Boss, you know I'm unique.

Are they really that good, Chili?

No, boss. They're not good boys.

They are very bad boys.

They look like saints but they are the very same devil.

They are a unique pair.

Ask them to do anything and they'll do it.

They'll do anything, boss.

Fine, let me talk with them.

If things go well, you know you'll get your tip.

Good.

Oh, listen, guys.

I also need you to get in touch with Marcos Herber,

and tell him that I will be pleased to provide the support staff he asked for.

And don't put those faces on.

How are you, guys?

Good afternoon, boss. This is my brother Cain.

Nice to meet you. I'm Kiko, at your service.

And why do they call you Kiko?

Because of some things

you will get to know later on.

It's a pleasure to meet you, guys.

Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria.

Thanks for letting us work for you, Don Pablo.

May God, Our Lord, and Saint Jude bless you.

Thank you.

Thank you, bye.

Take a look at the editorial of this magazine.

I'm sorry to interrupt, but I have a scoop.

Do you remember Crisanto Perez?

The trafficker accused of giving a check to Rodrigo Lara

when he was campaigning for the Senate?

Escobar's partner, from the Amazon.

Wasn't he involved in the murder of the correspondent

in Leticia because he was being investigated?

Dad always said that that's why they killed him.

He was captured in San Andrés.

Such is the government's commitment against drug trafficking

and Crisanto Perez is a drug trafficker who will be brought to justice

to pay for his crimes,

and I warn you, he won't be the only one.

We will capture all of his most important partners and collaborators.

Pablo Escobar and all of the Medellin Cartel people

that have caused so much harm to our country.

Mr. President, will Perez be extradited?

At the moment, the extradition is not an option in Colombia,

therefore, the answer is no.

Then what are you planning to do about it?

Mr. President, excuse me for a moment.

Mr. Chacón was nearly killed abroad.

That is all for now.

Excuse me.

Mr. President!

Do you have any news?

What happened, Mr. President?

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.