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

PABLO ESCOBAR, THE LORD OF EVIL

Breaking news.

On his way to Buga to keep a promise to El Señor de los Milagros,

the well-known drug dealer Pedro Motoa was arrested.

He is an active member of the Medellin Cartel.

It's not his first arrest. Motoa has been arrested before in Spain,

along with Gildardo González, member of the Cali Cartel,

both accused of money laundering.

Back then, they avoided being extradited to the U.S.

using legal tricks, and Motoa was imprisoned in Colombia for a few months.

The big question Colombians are asking themselves today is

if this time Motoa will be extradited to the U.S.

- Will the government extradite him? - Of course, miss.

This criminal's future will be exactly the same

as Marcos Herber's.

The government is doing everything in its power

to extradite...

What a damn mess with Pedro, man.

What the fuck was that asshole doing in Cali?

Chili, call absolutely everybody

and tell them we're calling an urgent meeting.

Yes, sir.

And what about Marino, boss?

Come on! Step on it!

Marlon.

Boss, how have you been?

Better.

- Is this the car? - Yes, boss.

For this money, you have to put dynamite

even in the ashtray.

Sure, boss. Wherever you want.

And as much as you want.

Done.

Pedro Motoa's arrest warrant was not meant for extradition.

And what does that mean?

That even if Motoa is ours, we can't extradite him.

Same old story you told me about Marcos Herber.

Apparently, we weren't allowed to send him to the U.S.,

and that was exactly what we did.

This case is different.

Motoa already has an arrest warrant, but not with that purpose.

He was wanted by the law for the previous problem,

about the illegal bulls import from Lidia.

Then, what are we doing?

We promise the country we'll extradite every drug dealer,

when, in fact, they're not even accused of drug dealing?

Unbelievable!

Minister, sir,

you know what we have to do, and it's within your jurisdiction.

A judge will have to issue another arrest warrant,

and this time, for extradition purposes.

That won't be easy.

Hey, Gildardo.

Congratulations on Pedro Motoa. I didn't know you had it in you.

Don't congratulate me. Pedro and I are like brothers.

You used to be. You snitched on him.

No, sir, we still are. I just did it because of your crazy desire of revenge.

But we're at peace now, right?

Pablo Escobar put a bomb on me, and I'm going to do that to him.

Forget it, Gerardo.

One man from the Medellin Cartel extradited is enough.

For you, but not for me.

Say whatever you want. You won't change my mind.

Boss, you have a call.

- What? - You have a call, boss.

- Hello? - Gerardo Carrera.

Good to hear from you. How are you doing?

Hello, Mauricio Restrepo.

I'm good, getting better.

I was calling you, because I was told

you're not on good terms with your ex-boss.

If you mean that we want to kill each other, then you're right.

That's why I called. I have the same problem.

And I need your help.

Sure. What can I do for you?

How do I explain?

Pablo Escobar put a bomb on me, you know?

And I need to return the favor, but, let's say, a hundred times worse.

The thing is...

I can't miss.

You better not, for your own good.

That's why I called. I need...

to know where Escobar is going, where he's coming from,

where he's staying. I need your data.

Not my data, what you need is patience.

Escobar has many hideouts in Medellin.

But I'm sure that, at least, twice a week

he sleeps in only one.

That's the place I need.

Okay, then, take this down.

Monaco building.

Good. Very good, Restrepo.

- Don Gonzalo? - Look, Capi.

I always wanted to do this, turn the helm all the way.

- This is fantastic! - Look.

- What a beauty. - Your share.

Nice.

Here, man, put it into the van.

Capi, what do you think of the new route?

It's good money.

But my crew got arrested for one kilo.

Never mind about that. That's the business risk.

Who gives a damn about five fucking years? They'll be out soon enough.

You could have told me your plans.

No, because if we tell you our plans, they could get spoiled.

We have to confuse the gringos. They're the real enemies.

They shouldn't find out where the goods are coming in from.

- Here. A tip for you. - Thanks.

- Is the boss coming this time? - I want to make something clear, Capi.

The administrator and manager of this big organization is me.

I'm filling your pockets with money, Pablo's, and everybody else's.

- Is that clear? - Yes, Don Gonzalo.

Thanks, Captain.

We must do something and now.

This is the second time Pedro got himself into some shit.

We can't let them take Pedro.

The problem is Pedro looks for trouble.

Who told him to leave Medellin?

I know he's very stubborn, Mariachi,

but which of us isn't?

He had to keep a promise to El Señor de los Milagros.

And those are the consequences, Julito.

He worked the miracle, but for the government.

Well, he was arrested.

There's nothing we can do now.

What do you mean, Mariachi? We can do a lot, man.

We can't let them do to Pedro what they did to Herber.

Then, Pablo, tell us what to do.

You know you can count on us.

Ramada, his case is complicated.

For Herber, they had an extradition order signed, sealed, and delivered,

but there's no order for my brother.

Besides, they say his arrest was not for extradition purposes.

We'll wait for a judge to let him out and issue another arrest warrant.

But that's no good.

Sooner or later the government will get it.

What do you mean it's no good? It would give us time.

Time for the lawyers to open a drug dealing case in Colombia.

He would have to do time here before being extradited to the U.S.

Accused of drug dealing in Colombia? What for?

That's exactly what has kept us alive all this time.

That's the lawyers' solution, and that's fine.

Let the lawyers do their job. We'll do ours.

And you know perfectly well where I stand on that.

We'll give them bloodshed in Colombia

if they take Pedro to the U.S.

Cheers to that.

DEPARTMENT OF SECURITY- BOGOTÁ

Is Motoa's extradition up in the air, Minister?

I told you everything I can, miss.

Then, why wasn't he sent to the U.S.?

Does the government have all the legal requirements?

I'm taking care of gathering them myself.

Check them out. The cars are here.

Check out the red one. Isn't it pretty?

- Do you like it? - Yes.

God damn, they're beautiful, aren't they?

Mom, do you think Dad will give me one of those?

You'll have to ask him, honey.

Are you kidding me, boy? Just one? All of them are yours.

- Really? - Sure, you're the heir.

Those cars, this building, everything your dad has, is for you.

- Everything? - Everything.

- Want to try one? - Yes.

Let's drive one for the first time. Let's take a ride, princess.

Let's go and see which one you want.

What's all this, Peluche?

They look like a life-size version of Emilio's toy collection.

Did Pablo go crazy or what?

Pablo has always been crazy.

Look, he got some extra money.

And he's been dreaming of collecting cars for a long time.

Don't you think that's wrong?

People are starving, and he's buying all those cars.

Pablo has enough money to give to the poor and buy cars.

Mrs. Paty, a Mr. Ernesto wants to speak to you on the phone.

Don Ernesto, this is Alberto Escobar. What can I do for you?

I'd like to speak to the lady if that's okay.

Well, the lady doesn't want to talk to you.

Peluche, let me talk to him.

Hello?

Mrs. Paty, I'd like to talk about Emilio's situation at school.

We're looking for another school.

He won't be a bad influence on your students anymore.

It's just that the PTA reconsidered Emilio's situation,

and we'd like him to stay in the school.

Don't bother, sir. We don't want our son to go to a school

where adults solve their problems at the kids' expense.

That's not ethical.

So, Marlon, how's it going?

Good, sir. See for yourself. Everything's perfect.

Good.

Open the hood.

"We are aware that the government is using

"every way possible to extradite Pedro Motoa to the U.S.

"This is the vilest abuse of power.

"We want to let the government know that if that extradition takes place,

"we'll declare total and absolute war

"against all the politicians of the country

"and we'll execute without any consideration

"the main political parties leaders.

Sincerely, The Extraditables."

Chili, type this on the Extraditables' letterhead and send it.

Right away, boss.

Hey, boss, I know you're busy

with the extradition Pedro Motoa and Correa,

but let me remind you of the situation on the third floor.

- Don't worry. - All right.

- Go on. - Excuse me.

Thanks.

So, Marino? What have you decided?

Boss, please, I beg you.

My only mistake was falling in love with that woman.

Well, you're wrong.

You didn't make a mistake.

You fucked up real bad.

Sir, you asked me to check on her,

to see that she had everything, to visit her,

sir, and it was inevitable.

But I swear to God that I was going to tell you.

I know, Marino. I appreciate that.

But did you think about the consequences?

About what I would do or say to you?

About what would happen?

How could I have known you'd want to kill me, sir?

Look, Marino, I want you to realize

that your life is much more important to me than that girl's.

I know, boss.

Can you see you put me in a tight spot?

You felt horny, and I had to decide to kill

one of the best men I ever had.

I swear by all that's sacred I would never hurt you.

I didn't want to humiliate you, boss.

Do you believe me?

You two were no longer together.

Don't turn this into a jealousy fit.

Forget about romanticism.

This is far more serious and far more complicated.

Please, Don Pablo.

Please.

I don't have another choice.

That girl will never forgive me for what I did to her.

She's waiting for the right moment to get back at me,

and dating a hit man would only make it easier for her.

I would never hurt you, sir.

Neither would she. I'm sure of that.

Let's do this, loverboy.

Either I kill her,

or I kill you.

Have you talked with those guys?

Yes. It's done. Don't worry, bro.

You think this mountain man will buy that painting?

Yeah. Let's get this over with.

Put it over there.

Hello, Mariachi.

- Mr. Miguel Moreno. - Good afternoon.

Good to have you here, in my humble abode.

Thanks, Mariachi.

- How are you doing? - Doing good.

One question, how do you get around with all those men?

Do you travel by dump truck?

You know that's a safety measure.

Don't worry about safety. You're in my territory.

This is Mariachi's area.

No one farts without my knowing about it.

Thanks, Mariachi.

Well, back to work. Look, do you like it?

What do you think?

Ten million dollars for a little mixed paint?

No, sir. That looks like some school project.

Mariachi, I'm surprised.

You know who painted this?

I bet you told me, but I can't remember.

It's okay. This is by a European artist.

He just died.

And you know artists are more valuable dead than alive.

Exactly the opposite to politicians.

Right, the difference is that politicians leave shit behind,

while artists leave art that's worth money.

- I see where you're getting at. - Good.

Let's do this to make your trip worthwhile.

I'll give you eight million dollars, my last offer.

Don Gustavo,

after that explanation you should pay 11.

- Listen to this fellow. - He's right.

Nice brother you have.

Hello.

Mr. Pablo Escobar Gaviria himself. How are you, sir?

Hello, Mariachi.

- Hello, Don Gonzalo. - Hello.

Peluche, how's it going?

Look, Pablo, this is the guy.

He'll advise us and help us with that little problem.

He's a man of war, a land owner.

He's Mr. Motoa's partner in the cattle business.

And he's an art critic, too. He wants to sell me

this shit for ten million dollars. Can you believe it?

Nice to meet you. Miguel Moreno.

Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria.

Mariachi has told me about you.

He told me you founded the self-defense forces

in Cordoba and Uraba. Let me introduce you

to my partner Gonzalo Gaviria, and my brother Peluche.

Nice to meet you. This is my brother, Lucio Moreno.

Hello, Lucio. Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria.

Alberto Gaviria, my eldest brother.

LA PICOTA PRISON

Breaking news.

While leaving his residency, the Conservative candidate

for Mayor of Medellin, Juan Gómez Martínez,

survived a kidnap attempt.

The Conservative politician managed to escape

thanks to his bodyguard's quick reaction.

One of the kidnappers got hurt, but managed to escape.

Apparently, he was acting under the orders of Pablo Escobar,

the head of the Medellin Cartel.

The candidate, who initially thought of dropping out

of the mayor race, decided to go ahead

as an act of responsibility towards the city and his followers.

We have to send a letter from The Extraditables

and make them believe the attempt was in response to Motoa's arrest.

At this point, the government must already know that.

But if they don't, we'll make sure they do,

and get the next attack ready.

Peluche, I want you to write that letter and send it to the government.

Done, Pablo.

So, Don Miguel, what's with you? You look down and you're very quiet.

You were invited here to share your war experience.

Any comments?

In my humble opinion,

you're making it complicated.

Killing politicians surrounded by escorts is possible,

but it's complicated.

With all due respect, I think you should choose an easier way.

You think there's an easier way to solve this shit?

We're talking about my brother being extradited to the U.S.

I know, Julito.

Then tell us your plan.

Up here in Antioquia there're some communists you can easily get rid of.

Killing one of them would be like killing any important politician.

There are routes, paths.

The trouble is that, unfortunately, I believe in democracy,

and not only that, I sympathize with the Left's ideals and battle.

Look, Pablo, with all due respect,

those criminals who call themselves left-wingers

kidnapped my father.

I paid two ransoms,

but they still killed him.

That's why I don't like them.

Whenever I see them, I kill them like rats.

We promised the Colombians that we would extradite this man.

We look like fools now, Minister.

Something cropped up.

And I don't think the president knows about it.

What's it about?

A new case against Pedro Motoa was opened in Medellin

for drug dealing.

That's great news, isn't it?

No, it's not. If someone is accused in Colombia

of the same crime he's accused of in the U.S.,

the law prevents his extradition.

Let me explain, Pablo.

There're changes against my brother.

It's about some illegal cattle importation.

We think that makes it difficult for the government to extradite him.

He has to pay here, you know?

Yes. That's a good weapon, a smart weapon,

but you can't forget how the president operates.

How does Bedoya operate?

That's the power behind the power.

Mr. Santorini, glad you could join us.

Let me introduce you to the Motoa brothers, Germán and Julio.

Gentlemen.

Bedoya makes the most important decisions in the country,

or at least he persuades the president to make them.

See what I mean, Germán?

Here we are, Pablo.

Better late than never.

I bet that's an original painting.

Would you give me a moment? I'll finish talking to the Motoas,

and we can talk later.

Thanks.

Everything around here is original.

Pablo Emilio, Julio and I know that the communists

Mr. Moreno mentioned are not like us.

They don't share our interests or anything like that,

but we need this done now.

They may be of help.

So? What do we do, partner?

Without getting too many politicians involved.

Look, Pablo, what we have to do is make the government understand

that we'd do anything to prevent Pedrito from going to the U.S.

You understand?

So, just tell us what to do, and we'll get started.

I bet that in the near future he'll say he's never dealt with criminals.

Right on, Lucio.

All politicians are the same.

Who are they, Pablo?

I've never seen them before.

Some friends from Cordoba.

The government is doing everything it can to extradite your partner.

They didn't manage to do it yet.

Two judges refused to issue an arrest warrant with extradition purposes,

but that...

That won't be for long. Sooner or later they will.

Yeah, well.

But remember that as long as Pedro Motoa

has charges for drug dealing in national territory,

any extradition to the U.S. will be illegal, illegitimate--

Technically, Marcos Herber couldn't be extradited either.

But he was, Pablo.

Pablo,

don't you have problems with the Cali people?

Yes, but that's different, Santorini. That's not important now.

Right now we have to figure out what to do about Pedro Motoa.

And what are you going to do?

If you need my help, just call me and I'll give you my opinion.

- Pablo? - That's what you called me for, right?

Can you give me a minute?

Excuse me.

Talk to me, Miguel.

If you accept my proposal,

I'll give you 10% of my men to watch over your ranch.

What do you say?

Here it is.

Keep your eyes opened.

Stay alert!

Where are you going?

Everybody to the ground!

Quiet! To the ground!

Go, go, go!

The authorities have attributed the Medellin massacre

to the self-proclaimed group The Extraditables

as a way to pressure the government to prevent

the extradition of one of its members, Pedro Motoa,

whose situation is getting worse

now that he's accused for drug dealing in a court of Medellin.

Five deaths or as many as we need.

We'll get rid of the extradition, that's for sure.

Hey, Marino, what's with that face?

Didn't the boss forgive you for the girl?

He did.

But he's the only asshole who'd mess around with the boss' girl.

He took his bone away.

If he didn't want it back, he wouldn't be mad.

But taking food from his plate?

That always belonged to the boss.

The boss had her, then you came along.

Hey, hold on, tell us.

Did you have to break up with her?

Sure. You think the boss would let him rock his--?

- You know what? - What?

Hey, chill out.

- Drama queen. - Idiots.

Hey, guys,

you know what would have been the worst part about Marino?

That one of us would have had to kill him.

- Yeah. - You're right.

Oh, poor thing, you've been ill for three days.

Your fever is up and down. It's awful.

My darling.

Take her clothes off.

What for?

Take her clothes off.

I read it somewhere. Put her close to my chest.

Take her clothes off.

There you go, honey.

Put her here.

- Come here, Emilita. - Go on, honey.

Come here with dad.

Lie down.

Cover her.

Feeling their dad's warmth

and his heartbeat

is good for them.

Honey, you'll feel much better now.

- I don't like being ill, Dad. - I know, honey.

But you'll feel much better now.

Close your eyes.

Try to sleep while I rub your back, okay?

Is it true what your mother's said? Can we go back to the ranch?

I think so.

That would be great for her.

The change in weather.

Nice and warm, huh?

To the left!

How many men do we have?

Not enough.

They're all we have.

I don't understand why you give away so many men

to watch Escobar's back.

Are you stupid or what? I just lent them, that's all.

Escobar is a dangerous man.

I don't trust him, and you know how particular I am about that.

Ask anyone, and you'll know how many men he's killed.

Well, we asked him to kill some, so.

That's totally different.

Lucio,

sit down. Sit.

Are you afraid?

You don't have the balls to do it?

Am I shaking?

Stop worrying so much.

We just killed some men for Pablo.

In exchange for what? Security?

In exchange for a useful alliance with the self-defense forces.

Stop being so stubborn.

All right.

Just explain one thing to me.

How can a self-proclaimed left-winger be useful to right-winger forces?

Lucio, listen.

When you look for an ideal in an alliance like this one,

first you get power, so you won't have to give shit about anything else.

Stop thinking with this, and start thinking with this, boy.

Don't be so romantic, jackass.

Go back to work.

Gerardo,

how the hell did you find somebody who could put a bomb in there?

The way you get everything done here:

with money.

And here it is.

You know I'm with you all the way, bro, but you're going too far.

Escobar went too far when he tried to kill me.

I'm going to kill him now.

Cut it out, Gerardo.

What if that bomb goes off? I'm shitting my pants here.

Don't be such a coward.

I know you want to get back at Pablo, but this is not the way.

Say what you want. You won't change my mind.

I'm going to drop a bomb on Pablo Escobar. That's for sure.

All the eyes are on the Medellin Cartel.

Pedro Motoa might be extradited soon.

This is fucked up, man.

Gerardo, bro.

Escobar tried to kidnap a politician in Medellin, but he failed.

He killed innocent people, bro-- half a dozen people.

And I know that's only the beginning.

Well, let Escobar do his job, and I'll do mine.

Don't you understand?

It's no time to draw attention to us. You can't place a bomb in Medellin.

How many more deaths can this country bear

before Colombians can see Pedro Motoa extradited to the U.S.?

How many times would you appear with the president

announcing his extradition?

What have we done? Nothing.

We're cornered by the Medellin Cartel.

I understand your frustration, Mr. Bedoya, but we won't solve anything like this.

The judge who ordered Pedro Motoa's extradition

and who's investigating him for drug dealing must be investigated, too.

Pedro Motoa's lawyers pushed to get that accusation made.

In other words, the tables have turned.

Excuse me, Minister, but this is unbearable.

Civilians are getting killed. Innocent people are dying.

We must do something.

They've been killing innocent people for a long time, Mr. Bedoya.

I share your way of thinking,

but I must observe the law I enforce in this ministry.

If it is of any help, I'll go to Medellin and talk to the judge.

Sorry for the delay, sir. Here's your medicine.

Thanks.

Keep the change.

Thanks, sir.

Marino, you're delaying the other thing, too.

What happened?

I know, sir.

Come here.

What do you mean you know?

- Sir, I was about to tell you-- - No.

Don't give me that shit again.

Why is Yesenia still alive? I don't get it.

Why isn't she dead yet?

Sir, I...

Boss, if you want, I'll leave Medellin. I'll go away,

but, please, leave things as they are.

No, sir.

Marino, you're still alive, because we made a deal.

We arranged something.

You made your decision.

Who made that decision?

- I did. - Exactly. So?

Sir, I...

I'd never hurt Yesenia, you know? I just...

I can't, sir.

I understand.

But you have to.

You have to.

Thank you.

Right now I want to have a good time with my baby.

No. But...

I'm going.

Goodbye, honey.

We'll talk later.

I'll call you.

Bye.

Marino, I'm so glad to hear from you!

Where are you? I thought you'd forgotten me.

Honey, I was away doing a job for the boss,

but I'm back in Medellin.

So, are you coming to see me?

Not today. I'm working, and I have to do some things.

Yesenia, listen to what I'm going to say. It's very important.

You and I have to leave Medellin, get it?

What?

I can't explain now.

I'll just tell you one thing.

I won't tell the boss about us. He wouldn't understand.

So, the only choice we have is leaving.

What are you saying, Marino?

I have my house here, my brother, my work, everything.

I know, honey. I know that.

But if you want to be with me, you have to do as I say.

But...

It's not that I don't want to go away with you, but...

It's okay if you don't.

We can break up now, and pretend nothing happened.

You took me by surprise.

But, all right.

As long as we're together, I'll go with you anywhere.

That's it.

That's it, baby.

Listen, I'm off on Sunday.

It's my day off.

We can meet in Bolivar Park this Sunday at 5:00 p.m., okay?

At 5:00, sharp.

You get there, and I'll pick you up. Pack all you need.

Tell your brother Javier that you'll be away for some days,

that you won't be in the city, okay?

Yes.

This is so strange.

I know, baby, but do as I say, okay?

Do as I say.

And please trust me.

Yes, I remember.

This Sunday at 5:00 p.m. in Bolivar Park.

That's right, honey.

I love you.

I love you with all my heart, baby.

I love you more.

Bye, honey.

Bye, baby.

You heard it yourselves, guys.

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.