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

PABLO ESCOBAR, THE LORD OF EVIL

Brother, do you have a dime?

Hey, Kiko, this character is perfect for the job.

Have you become an expert on finding Swisses?

- Swisses? - Swisses.

- What's that? - Suicidals.

- Swisses? - Suicides, asshole!

This guy doesn't know.

Is that what they call those guys?

Hey, boy, come here.

What's up?

You really stink, man!

Are you enjoying the trip?

- Oh, yes. - Yes? Good.

Here, Jesus sends this, for a Coke.

Here, for bread.

A birthday present. And this is for candies.

Here.

You want more?

- Yes. - Yeah?

Come do a job for us, there's more.

- Don't look at us like that. - Come on!

- It's nothing bad. - We aren't going to bathe you!

"Today, Colombians feel threatened and frightened

because of the power of the Medellin Cartel.

The killing of one minister, two colonels, several judges and magistrates,

the director of this newspaper, the Attorney General,

the future President of the Republic,

not to mention the bomb placed in this newspaper office,

wasn't enough, but now they're also the possible perpetrators

of the explosion of a plane in midair that killed 107 innocent Colombians.

How long will President Lopez keep us in this hell?

Do we have to wait for an even worse tragedy to see results?"

Get me Colonel Pabón.

All right, take good care of yourself, Colonel Pabón.

Major Aguirre couldn't reinforce my security system in Medellin.

But, General,

if it's true that the plane was bombed by the Medellin Cartel,

I can't stay one more second here in Bogota.

We need to capture someone important, Colonel.

We're working on it, General.

The latest information we have is that this terrorist act caused 107 deaths,

and only 106 families have claimed their relatives.

Well, the missing one could be the person who placed the bomb, right?

- We're investigating that. - Good luck with that, Colonel.

Let's see if we can end this tragic 1989 and start the '90s on a better note.

Good luck, Colonel.

- Take care, sir. - I will.

- Bye. - Have a good one.

- Hello. - General, how are you?

Who is this?

Don't you recognize me? Did you already forget us?

Listen, General,

we're calling you because we found out

that an attack on you is being planned, and it's something big.

How big?

What we know is that the Medellin Cartel will make another attempt and you're next.

You have to tell me what type of plan. You aren't telling me anything, Gonzalez.

I don't know anything else.

I'm only calling so you won't be caught with your pants down.

Look, Mr. Gonzalez.

You only tell me what's convenient for you and it can't be like that anymore.

If that's how it's going to be, I don't see the reason to continue this.

General, the best defense against the Medellin Cartel is a good offense.

The government created an Elite Group to fight criminals in Antioquia.

What are you saying?

Sir, Mariachi is quite relaxed in his ranch, having drinks.

Why don't you go catch that beauty now?

I'd like you to tell me where you got all this information.

I can give you the name of the saint but you have to do the miracle.

Go and catch that beauty before he flees.

Federico, come here.

PACHO, CUNDINAMARCA DECEMBER 1989

Watch this mob.

You keep getting fatter and making money and don't invite me.

Of course, Don Gustavo.

That beast is pretty, give me that.

Thank you for the visit, boss.

Look, son, that crucifix is pure 24-karat gold.

How do you like that?

That's swell. I wonder how much money you spent on it.

Don't worry about money, because money is what there is.

What about the ceiling?

Pure Venetian Marble!

Venetian, Dad?

Do you know where that is?

Sure, in Italy.

Well, you are the educated one, so--

Come, son, I'm going to show you something very important.

Listen, ma'am, you're suffering, aren't you?

Look, don't worry.

God will never abandon you.

Come, Federico.

I want to show you something

that's really important to me.

Look.

Look what I did.

This is where I want you to bring my remains when I kick the bucket.

Shut up, Dad. Why say that?

Plenty of time before that happens.

That's true, but I want you to know that your old man wants to stay here.

Don't bury me, no way.

Sir!

What's wrong with you? Don't you see you are in God's house?

Sir, I've just been informed that a group of cops from Bogota is coming this way.

It would appear they're after us.

What a bore with these avocados! They spoiled our pool game.

Sir, we have to run.

This constant running is a chore, Dad.

I haven't even unpacked and we're leaving again.

That's how this job is. Let's go!

Hey, Chili, this thing is overloaded, isn't it?

More than 1,000 pounds.

We won't just knock that building down, we'll get the whole block!

Hey, Chili, what if we add more?

Don't light that thing! Are you stupid?

Cool it, Chili. The radio is the detonator.

And you should see the patient I have for you.

Tuned up and everything, I can make him dance for you. What's up, my bum?

Okay, my king. Here's your medicine to remember.

Ask him.

- What's up, buddy, you okay? - Okay.

What is the job? What are you going to do?

Turn the radio on.

Turn the radio on? You start the bus first and when I give you the signal,

- you turn it on! - Don't hit him. He's a human being too.

Chili, relax.

Candonga, are you sure this guy is going to do it right?

Yes.

Listen. Colonel Peraza's trailer will be passing from 7:30 to 8:00

right by the place we agreed to leave the car, right?

Yes.

When it gets to the basement, it's time to set the bomb off. Got it?

- Yes. - Time to blow up that stuff.

Don't worry. I'm going to be with the man and will give him the signal.

I got it, I got it.

How does it have to go?

The radio has to be turned on.

Again?

Wait. Don't hit my head.

Speak, repeat it.

I turn the radio on when I get to the building and he gives me the signal.

- That's it. - At last!

Listen, Chili. Relax, you know I'm a serious man. Trust me.

Candonga, don't let that man drive the bus.

Don't, he might turn the radio on here.

You drive. Take him over there, and leave him in the truck.

Okay, whatever you say, Chili.

All right, then.

Buddy, what if we turn the radio on right away?

No, get it through your head! Relax, Chili.

How good it is to have you on my land again, my dearest Mariachi.

- Don Pablo, how are you? - How are you, Gonzalo?

I'm just like the spinster aunt. Visiting without an invite.

You know you're always welcome in our home.

Thank you, Pablo. I just wanted you to meet my kid. How do you like him?

What a big boy, huh?

- A pleasure, Federico Ramírez. - What's up, Federico? Pablo Escobar.

My partner and cousin, Gonzalo Gaviria. Hey, the boy is very handsome and tall.

Thank God he takes after his mom!

He doesn't look like his father!

Mariachi, to what do we owe the honor of your visit?

Well, the idea was that you meet my boy,

and we wanted to celebrate his visit to the ranch.

But it wasn't possible because those cops went there.

Forgive me, Mariachi, but they took too long to get there.

Yes, they came with army and everything.

That must be because they realized

we're the ones responsible for the Avianca aircraft crash.

Fortunately, I left a full load of boys waging war.

But we had to flee. That's best until things calm down.

I think that's very good and I'm grateful you chose our house for shelter.

I'm not looking for shelter, I simply wanted you to meet my boy.

We're going to the coast to warm our bones a bit.

To the coast, Mariachi? Are you going on vacation now?

The situation is going to get hot.

Why is that?

Is the bombing of the Security Department planned for the next few days?

Well,

we're going to do it today.

BOGOTA December 6th, 1989

Okay, get ready, we're leaving.

Lieutenant, tell me why they are delaying the trial. Why do some get out?

Stop being a snitch.

Shut up! Get out, fast!

- May I know where I'm going? - Sure, The National Model Jail.

We'll be killed in there. They'll kill us!

Why will they go to Model Jail? And why does their case go forward?

Why is ours stuck?

This snitch is right. Look, we're fine in here.

Feeling at home? A judge's order. No way, move!

- Please, Lieutenant! - Let go of me!

Ask your lawyer and don't fuck with me!

Why are you moving us? We're in danger!

Our case is unjust. Why are you surprised?

You know how it is.

I understand all your arguments, but let me ask you for the last time.

Are you sure?

Positive.

And now that our situation is changing--

What's going to change now that we're getting married? Say it.

All right.

We have to tell General Peraza anyway.

I had even thought about asking him to be the best man.

Any thoughts?

It's not a bad idea.

We both work here, he can be a perfect witness at our wedding, right?

It would be an honor.

Should we ask him right now?

Sure.

Not in front of our colleagues, please.

I'm so high.

What's up, buddy? Everything's cool.

Oh, this asshole!

Oh, look at those cars, wow!

They entered the parking area. What a stupid fucking ass!

Good day.

- Good morning, General. - Good morning.

General!

I'm sorry to interrupt. May we have a moment of your time?

Let me see. I think so.

Just tell my secretary you've already talked to me about it.

Yes, sir.

- Have a good day, General. - Yes, thank you.

- Good day to you, too. - Bye.

What's up, buddy?

Buddy, my ass! Are you stupid or what? All you had to do was turn it on!

- Let me turn it on. - No!

Don't even think about it. Stand in there instead.

Cool it.

You're as dumb as an ass! You only had to drive 100 feet.

Let's turn the radio on.

I said no! What, music, bro? You have to get to the door,

and when you get there, you turn the radio on, okay?

All right.

Sit, I already started it for you.

I'm high but I'm not stupid.

- What? - I'm high, I'm not--

Whatever! See ya!

- Wait. - What?

Where is my stuff?

Bro, when you get to the door and turn the radio on and hear the music,

look for me and I'll give you your money, all right? Now, bye.

All right.

What a bore.

Good morning.

What's up, kid?

What's up, jerk? Can't you wait?

What? Aw, just my luck!

Can't you make it, buddy? Can't you make it, bro?

Hi, Sandra.

Hi, good morning.

AGENT OF THE MONTH

"Take it to the door," said my buddy.

I have to take it to the door, here.

And now,

to listen to music and wait for my payment.

Hey, that sounded like a bomb, didn't it?

Of course it was a bomb. What else could be that loud?

We'll calm down and explain.

Yes, Caracol listeners. It was quite a huge explosion.

At first, the ground felt like, I don't know,

like a buzzing, then there was a huge explosion.

Where's Natalia?

Our journalists are already arriving at the site.

I repeat, it was a powerful blast. We don't know what caused it.

Natalia!

The police authorities have been informed immediately

and we indeed don't know the origin of this disaster.

This is Caracol Radio. It's 7:33 in the morning.

We are located on 19th and 8th, and now we are on the fourth floor.

The blast was violent and the structure was shaken.

At this time we're trying to find out what exactly happened.

The authorities are arriving at the explosion site.

What we can inform Caracol listeners is that, as Juan Dario said,

we are on the fourth floor.

The first thing we felt was the floor moving,

and then two very strong, successive shakes,

that made us think it was an earthquake.

But after we heard an explosion, we understood

that something very big had happened here in downtown Bogota.

Oh, Natty, no! Natty!

Natty!

BOGOTA DECEMBER 6, 1989

Breaking news! A huge explosion has just taken place in the neighborhood

of the Security Department in West Bogota,

apparently caused by a car bomb.

It's estimated that the blast has affected at least three surrounding blocks

and authorities estimate that there are at least 100 injured people.

Yes, Juan Darío, I am close to the scene of the tragedy.

Many floors of that building suffered extreme damage.

On the east side of 27th Avenue, there is a large crater

approximately 30 meters in diameter and 10 meters deep.

Several employees were injured

and they are still being evacuated by the police,

the Red Cross, and the Social Security Institute ambulances.

Are you sure it's him, Colonel?

Absolutely.

Ernesto Guevara is the name of the dead man that nobody has claimed.

Ernesto Guevara,

the namesake

of Che Guevara, of course.

It's obviously a fake name he used to buy the ticket.

His real name is something else.

Well, if we have his fingerprints

and he is in the registrar office files, we can identify him.

The problem, Aguirre, is that all we have are parts of bodies

that haven't been identified.

The few that are complete are totally unrecognizable.

Hello.

What?

Okay.

What's wrong?

A bomb exploded outside the Intelligence Department.

What?

The wave of terrorism spreading over Colombia in 1989 continues.

Employees' relatives are advised not to come to the area.

All injured people have been moved to different hospitals.

We plead with you not to come close. We are dealing with a critical situation.

I repeat, at least 100 wounded employees have already been taken

to different hospitals in the capital of the republic.

Help him, here!

What a disaster!

Don Guido?

Alejandro, what happened to Natalia?

She's dead.

Hey, call an ambulance!

They killed her, General.

They killed her.

We were going to get married.

What happened with the ambulance?

The police have brought out shovels as they have started

to remove debris from the building,

trying to find wounded people who might be trapped.

- Jose María. - Tell me.

Give me a minute, please, Mr. Mayor of Bogota.

What report do you have now at 8:15 in the morning?

Well, according to information provided so far by the security agencies,

it seems it was a bomb with high explosive yield.

Apparently, it was a truck that was parked by the east side of the building,

and it's been confirmed that it is the largest bomb ever set off in the city.

It seems there are many victims.

An evacuation of the injured is under way, and as the Caracol reporter stated,

many blocks around the area have been affected by the explosive wave.

Let's see if they say anything about Peraza.

The General and Director of the DAI have come out of this unhurt.

I repeat, Muriel Peraza came out of the attack alive.

It's been confirmed by Colonel Manuel Gonzales--

We sent a bunch of assholes to Bogota. That's what we did!

Three, Topo, three fucking bombs.

And we didn't touch even one fucking strand of his hair.

It's incredible that we spent all this effort,

time and money for them to end up fucking it up like that!

Those boys better understand that they won't receive one cent

because they did nothing, nothing!

I've no problem with that, boss, but who will tell them--

I will! Let them come and charge me.

I will tell them, no problem!

Calm down, Pablo.

Even if Peraza didn't die, after such an explosion,

they will have many bodies to count.

What matters is that those two jerks involved with Galán's deal weren't there.

That doesn't matter at this point.

Of course it matters, Pedro, because they could accuse Mariachi

and we could end up being involved too.

The time has come.

- Time for what? - To escape.

We're outside!

No. One moment, guys.

Don't even think I'm going to escape.

Besides, escape from what if we haven't done shit?

I haven't done anything either, but we were there anyway.

Let's go!

Where are we going to go, Dario?

And why? For the whole country to think we were innocent and ran away?

I don't agree with that.

Aren't you tired of being unfairly judged for something you didn't do?

Justice will have to prevail. I'm going to call the colonel.

No! This guy is really--

So what if they blame us for another crime?

It doesn't matter to you!

Listen, friends, I'm going to explain something to you.

When we are in negotiation with a government like this one,

we don't care if they blame us for one crime or ten!

What we should worry about is cornering the government till it explodes.

I think what happened in Bogota is perfect. We're on the right path.

I agree with you, Pedro,

but it would've been much easier and better if Peraza had died. That's all.

If the country will allow me to say something,

they won't destroy us. They just destroyed the building.

This shit can't be happening!

Colonel, how many were present at the time of the attack?

Why didn't Náufrago say what the job was going to be?

He didn't mention car bombs or anything.

Car bomb?

There were tons of dynamite in it!

Warning the General didn't help at all.

They said the man came out unharmed.

Yes, but look at how many people bore the brunt of it, bro.

At least 50.

That didn't help at all, bro.

You know what it did do? Made the General send the police

chasing after Náufrago and Mariachi.

And if Mariachi finds out the General knew about his plans,

it'll be Náufrago in danger.

He'll have to hide and hide very well

because after such an outrage,

they won't leave a stone unturned while looking for him.

Hey, what if we use this opportunity to win points with the General?

Tell him we've infiltrated Mariachi's gang using Náufrago?

CARTAGENA

Pablo really shook Bogota.

Is your friend, Escobar, behind that too?

That wasn't the idea.

It was to kill the General, and look how it ended up.

Houses, cars, buildings, even the dog kennels.

And many people too.

This is for you to learn, son.

It's what we call occupational hazards.

- All right, sir, I think I'll leave. - Where to, if I may ask?

I wanted to take advantage of my staying in my hometown to see my mom

and spend a few days with her.

Are you excited to see your saint of a mother?

Well, yes, but I can wait.

All right. Then wait.

Hey, Dad. Don't you find it strange that they've started looking for you overnight?

Well, no, my boy.

If they've found out we were behind the plane crash,

I don't find it strange at all.

But it's strange because with all the crimes you and Pablo have committed,

why haven't they gone after him?

Maybe someone is pressuring them to come after us too.

The way all operations are managed in Medellin.

Probably. That's what seems strange to me.

Hang on a moment, sir.

Speak clearly because I don't understand. Are you trying to tell me something?

Look, Dad. Don't you think there might be a rat among your people?

You think it's me? No way!

Relax, Mr. Náufrago, this isn't about you.

We are simply asking for your opinion on my son's theory about the rat,

because I don't find it crazy at all.

Well, when you put it that way,

I don't find it crazy either.

We shouldn't discard the rat theory, sir.

But do you have a specific suspect?

No, you know I trust everybody.

What I think is that the guy has done his job very well

because had you caught him, he would be dead already.

All right, we'll do this.

You go visit your mother.

Say hello to her for me.

Think about what we discussed and I'll call you later.

All right, sir.

I'll see you later.

Hello, Mom, it's me.

Nothing bad has happened, okay?

Stop crying! I'm fine!

Okay, bye. I'll call you later.

Will you marry me?

Hello, ma'am?

This is Alejandro Ardila,

Natalia's boyfriend.

I have bad news, ma'am.

It wasn't just an attack on the State Security Department,

it was an attack against democracy, against all Colombians.

The terrorists want to destabilize this country with their savagery,

by killing innocent people.

Do you think you were the main target of this attempt?

I'll ask you a question.

Do you think that to kill one person the terrorists had to use a bomb

that could kill hundreds?

I don't know, that's why I'm asking.

I repeat, this wasn't an attack against just me, Miss Reporter.

It was an attack against all Colombians.

Could it be that the Medellin Cartel now has the government cornered?

No way. Nobody here has the ability to subvert the state order!

Two police operations are under way

to capture Gustavo "Mariachi" Ramirez, and Pablo Escobar Gaviria.

Does that mean they've claimed responsibility of the attack?

No more questions.

So many innocent victims, Aguirre.

Yes, thank God Pedraza was unharmed.

So many orphaned,

so many widowed by the Medellin Cartel with this bomb.

And how many more, Colonel?

Because we still don't know what's coming next.

Did you manage to talk

about the identification of Ernesto Guevara in Bogota?

Yes.

But to show respect for the victims' families,

we can't start an identification process.

- Hello. - Hello. Colonel?

Who is this?

This is Fayad. Listen, I'm calling you because I didn't know

who else to turn to. We are here in the building

next to the Security Department, so you can inform your colleagues.

Don't think we wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

Bye, Colonel.

I'll wait for you here.

--Bogota, and this is the second time the Director of the Security Department

- has come out unharmed. - Marino!

- Marino! - Yes?

Come here!

Sit down.

I need advice.

Of course, sir. Tell me.

What do you think I should do

with those partners of yours who did nothing but screw things up in Bogota?

Oh, well.

I know what you want to tell me, but...

well...

understand that these jobs are delicate,

things sometimes don't come out as expected.

Why can't you be objective with me?

Could it be because you are also involved in the screw up?

No, sir. I'm saying it for a reason.

All those guys,

including Chili, Topo, Buitre, Candonga, Kiko, Cain, sir,

not only work for you,

but we respect you

and admire you, boss. You understand? We love you, you understand?

Thank you very much,

but do you know what the fucking problem is, Marino?

That I need workers,

I don't need ladies to keep me company.

You are right, sir,

you need faithful people now,

people who won't betray you no matter what. You understand?

You are right about that too.

Also, from this moment on I want you closer to me than ever.

Of course, sir. Sure.

You know, I've also been thinking

that despite all that screwing up,

the terrorism has borne fruit.

We have made the country nervous, panicky.

The civil population is paranoid, the government is down on its knees

and that is what's most important.

Of course, boss. Yes, sir, you're quite right.

All right, son. Leave now.

Excuse me, sir.

A bomb in El Espectador,

a bomb in the Avianca flight,

a bomb in the Security Department.

What's next?

No matter what those criminals have prepared for us,

our goal must be the same.

Continue to chase them.

We killed that guy, Fabio Urrea,

and what was their response ?

107 victims in the Avianca plane.

Well,

at least we are sure that passenger,

Ernesto Guevara,

was the one who planted the bomb,

even if we can't identify him.

The Medellin Cartel is bombarding us, Mr. President.

This is an unequal war,

and as long as they keep using terrorism as their weapon,

it will continue to be so.

That's why I ask you what's next, Mr. President.

What do those criminals have against the country?

What do they want? To bomb the Presidential Palace?

The Congress in the Republic building?

The police are already reinforcing the security at all public locations.

Don't you think, Mr. President, that it's time to think about

adopting a different strategy?

I mean, stop pursuing them, try to approach them differently,

come to a negotiation.

Everyone, in position.

Okay, Lucio, you know...

what we've come for. You know the job.

Don't worry, I won't forget.

Get rid of that bitter face.

Are you going to start the same shit again, Miguel?

What I want you to understand...

is that it's better to have this man as a friend than as an enemy.

You already did the plane job.

The idea is to keep going.

Look, I'm doing all this just to follow your orders,

because you are the commander. But don't ask me to put on a happy face.

I'm not asking you to do that.

What I'm asking you is to keep your mouth shut,

don't contradict him.

The fact that you don't like the way the man does things isn't your problem.

He's a partner.

It's not about whether I like it or not,

it's simply that he thinks

very differently than the Self-Defense group.

I don't care how he thinks.

The man has power, contributes to the cause,

has the country kneeling before him. Isn't he the best partner, Lucio?

More of this, buddy, don't forget.

Relax.

Let's go.

No, don't count on me.

Don't count on me either. I'll stay out too.

You're the paramilitary,

you're the ones having problems with the guerrillas, not us.

It surprises me, Pablo.

We've collaborated whenever you've needed us. Now you're letting us die?

Miguel, I don't understand what surprises you.

How many times do I have to repeat it to you?

I am a man with leftist ideals.

The only difference between me and my comrades in arms

is that I am a wealthy man, that's all.

Besides, why kill candidates you know won't make president?

You don't have to wait for the roaches to get in to kill them.

I don't understand why you believe what those people say,

that nonsense about the tie, the shirt, the shoes, legality.

They are nothing but fucking guerrillas and we hit them, you know why, Pablo.

I'm very sorry, Miguel, but...

there's nothing to do, we don't do that anymore.

What do you do, then?

Well--

After El Espectador, the Avianca flight and the Security Department bombs,

I think a good door for negotiation has opened.

We will have to continue attacking those leftists

and the door will open even more, right?

No, Miguel, and listen to what I'm going to say.

I may be a mother, but no matter how much I try,

these breasts will never give milk.

No more bombs, no more rifles, no more bullets.

From now on we're going to negotiate like decent people, which is what we are.

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.