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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

THE FOLLOWING IS A FICTIONAL STORY

INSPIRED BY SURVIVING ESCOBAR
BY JOHN JAIRO VELÃ

CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS
HAVE BEEN ALTERED FOR THIS PROGRAM.

CAPITAL PRISON

Well, sir, you have
the highest recommendations.

Your qualifications are excellent.

Your superiors speak
very highly of you. Congratulations.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Let me remind you
that this isn't school, sir.

This is real life.

Everything seems very calm here,
but this is a jail.

The worst of society lives here.

They won't miss any opportunity for crime.

-I understand, sir.
-I hope so, sir.

Keep your eyes open wide.

Keep me informed of everything you see.

Of course, Lieutenant.

Sir.

It's an honor for me
to have someone with your qualifications.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

I hope you'll be an example for this jail
and also for your colleagues. Welcome.

-You may leave, sir.
-With your permission, Lieutenant.

What's going on?

Why do so many people owe us money?

Aren't people making their payments?

No, Commander. We've tried to collect.
But, for example, the billiards guy...

The billiards guy isn't taking
the payments seriously, right?

Right. They keep saying
there's no money, sir.

Of course.

And you're so naive that you believe them.

Which of these people owes us the most?

The one who owes us the most
is this guy, sir.

Carnicero!

Carnicero!

Sir.

Get ready. I have work for you.

Wonderful.

Brothers, we have to start
putting pressure on them.

Sir, that's what we're doing,

putting pressure on everyone,
but they're not bending.

Hi.

Hi.

And the other guests?

Guests?

We don't need anyone.
Just you and me.

I thought there was going to
be a meeting...

for business.

There is.

Look.

I need to expand my operation
here in the United States.

And something tells me
that you're the person who can...

help me.

Help you?

Yes.

Why not ?

CAPITAL PRISON
PARAMILITARY CELLBLOCK

Count it if you want.

Sir, of course not. That would be rude.

If you say it's all there, I believe you.

That's what I like about you, Torres.

You've always been a man
of good character.

It's a pleasure to work with people
who pay as well as you, sir.

Good.

Torres, I need someone
to do a favor for me.

Obviously, it will pay well.

But I don't know
if you're the right person for the job.

Of course, sir. Of course I am.

What do you need done?

Do you know who Ramiro Méndez is?

In addition, the free hairdresser service
scheduled for tomorrow

has been canceled.

Quiet.

This service has been rescheduled for
the day after tomorrow at the same time.

-For when?
-The day after tomorrow.

May I have a moment, guard?

An inmate is missing.

No, kid.
Everyone from this cellblock is here.

I'm telling you, no.

The director said
there are 87 in this cellblock.

I've counted them three times,
and there are 86.

An inmate is missing.
I'm reporting it to the warden.

No, kid, you have nothing to report.

The inmates from this cellblock are all
here, because I counted them myself.

And watch it.
You're disrespecting your elders.

This dessert is delicious.

You like a lot of things, don't you?

Do you have a boyfriend?

Yes.

And he loves me a lot.

And he's also very jealous.

Who is he?

Curiosity killed the cat.

I don't want to meet him.

Just tell me his name.

I can tell you're new at this.

He's the one who sent you here, isn't he?

You ask a lot of questions.

CAPITAL PRISON
DRUG TRAFFICKERS CELLBLOCK

So then, boss, what you need
is an assassin.

A good hit man.

Yes, my friend.

Preferably one who's close
to the late Iván Urrego. From the Valley.

One who knows the movements
of those bastards.

If that's what you need, boss,
I already have the man for you.

Here he is, boss.

I worked more than ten years
with the boss Iván Urrego.

No, soldier, you don't understand.

It has to be someone from outside.

I can't use anyone from the cellblock.

-Why, boss?
-Because you work with me, idiot.

I can't be linked to this, understand?

Yes, sir.

I can tell you're new at this.

He sent you here, didn't he?

You ask a lot of questions.

Look, Jennifer.

With this shit,

you don't involve the people you love.

The one who needs to be careful is you.

Caspa, did they get here okay?

Yes, they arrived.

And they brought everything.

Oh, good. What's up, guys?

I brought some sweets for you.

Stay focused, boys.

All right.

You need to get ready now, Jennifer.

Today is Sunday,
and Popeye needs the money, honey.

Yes, Caspa, I already know
that John Jairo is waiting for the money.

But he's also waiting for me, got it?

Not just the money.

Besides, I'm all sweaty. I smell awful.

I'm going to take a shower
and then get ready to go. Okay?

Oh Holy Mary, that's real money.

Here.

There.

All right.

Next.

The name of the young lady?

Imelda Solano.

The name of the inmate
the young lady is visiting?

Leonidas Caicedo. Zurcido.

Proceed to be searched, please.

Next.

Name.

Lidia Mota de Méndez.

I'm here to see my husband, Ramiro Méndez.

Mota de Méndez.

Proceed to be searched.

Next.

PARAMILITARY CELLBLOCK

Excuse me, have you seen Ramiro Méndez?

No, I haven't seen him for days.

Excuse me, do you know Ramiro Méndez?

No, ma'am.

Francisco, how are you?

Have you seen Ramiro, by any chance?

I don't see him anywhere around here.

I even asked the guy at the commissary,
but no one will tell me anything.

No, ma'am. I haven't seen him.

DRUG TRAFFICKERS CELLBLOCK

-Hi.
-Hi, doll.

How did it go?

Well? Did you bring the money?

Yes. Here it is.

Is this all that matters to you?

No, my love, of course not.

Let the boys know
so that we can start settling accounts.

-Right, bro.
-Good.

Thank you.

Ma'am, you look lost.

Can I help you with something?

I can't find my husband.

What do you mean, you can't find him?

Just that.

I've been asking everyone,
and no one knows anything.

-Are you the one looking for Méndez?
-Yes.

Follow me. This way.

Where is he?

Who understands you women?

First, you're angry because
I didn't give you the right greeting.

Now we've screwed,
and you still have that same face.

Don't start with that shit,
because I have a short fuse.

Bro, hurry! Put on the news!

Hand me the...

The authorities, who are now
concentrating their efforts

on the capture of the heads
of the LSD network in the city,

have just revealed a police sketch

of one of the presumed leaders
of the criminal organization.

The phone. Hand me the phone, quick.

PARAMILITARY CELLBLOCK

-What's up, bro?
-All good.

Wait five minutes. I'll get it for you.

I'll wait here.

Hey, Commander, how are you?

It's Potro.

I was waiting for your call.

Really.

They didn't tell me, you know?

Tell me, how's my doll? Lorenza.

Don't worry about her.

And how are you?

How are they treating you?

Well, what can I say, Commander?
Not to worry you, but...

bad, pretty bad.

But you know what? That's the least of it.

What do you mean, the least of it?

Commander.

Do you know what business
they're doing with Galeno?

What are you talking about?

The friendship that guy has with Abel.

Since I got here, the two of them
have been fucking inseparable.

No, wait a minute.
Stop with all the insults, bro.

If I'm in the situation
I'm in right now, Popeye,

it's because of what we're doing
and what we've been doing, bro.

Now you want to blame me?

Stop talking back to me.

Who was the asshole that hired that fool
who threw you under the bus?

Don't let anyone fuck you over.
That's all I'm telling you.

Don't let yourself get fucked.

Well, what then, bro?

Go get a chair and a coffee

so I can tell you what the boss said.

Come on, bro.

What idiots.

Oh, my love, don't worry.

Caspa won't let you down.

Well, I hope you're right, babe.
Because if not, we're screwed, you hear?

You'd better go home.
We can't do any more here.

If anything happens, let me know. Got it?

-Bye, then.
-Bye.

Come in, friend. Don't worry.

How did it go with that patient?

Don't worry, sir.
I've already solved that issue for you.

One of my boys, bro.
He won't let you down.

-Good, soldier. I hope you're right.
-Yes, sir.

This is from don Iván.

I've had my man in there
for ten minutes.

I told him to be discreet,
to take his time.

Pure quality.

If those dogs are agitated, it's because
your man wasn't exactly very discreet.

What's new?

What's fucking new, Abel?

For not covering my ass,
I almost got killed.

You tell me, Commander.
Do I get rid of him right now, or what?

Who hired you?

No one.

Turn him around.

No, wait!
What are you going to do to me?

Was this the knife, Potro?

-Pull his pants down.
-Yes, sir.

No, wait!

-Wait.
-What are you going to do?

I'm giving you the opportunity
to tell us who hired you.

VÃctor Urrego.
VÃctor Urrego hired me.

Son of a bitch.

That's Iván Urrego's nephew.

Is that him?

Yes, sir.

He did it.
They're taking him away.

What do you mean, he did it?

If he had done it,
he'd be chopped up and in a black bag.

So where is Potro? I don't see him.

You told me your guy was good.

Have faith.

Have faith?

Listen to this faggot.

Go, find out what happened.

Move.

GUERRILLA CELLBLOCK

The first unit

has to block off the police station.

And the second, the Market Plaza.

Once...

you've secured the site,

start the bombing.

The objective is the bank,

and the money that will be
in there on that day.

Visiting hours are over.

The lady is leaving. Relax, guard.

Don't let me down.

What you do that day, in that town,

is what our finances in here
will depend on.

You know, for our provisions,

the phone calls...

all the things we need inside here.

As you order, Commander.

Please, help me.

Help me speak with Warden Clemente.

I would help you, ma'am, but I can't.

All I do here is obey orders.

If you want to speak with the warden,

I suggest that you do what everyone does.
Request an appointment.

You know how long that will take?

Please, I beg you.

Look, I couldn't find him
anywhere in there.

And the guard wouldn't tell me anything.

Why don't you help me

by leaving the area.

You see, my superior is making faces at me
and I don't want to get reprimanded.

Help me out.

All right, everyone get up for a search.

Move out.

-Come on, move it.
-Come on.

All right, gentlemen.

We're searching the entire place...
even under the floor, behind the walls.

You know we can't let these people
get the better of us. They're very shifty.

-Come on. Search.
-Yes, sir.

Hey, Parra.

Go help with the inspection of the market.

I'm not finished.

You go on. I'll take care of this.

The lieutenant told me
I'm going to be in charge...

I told you, I'll take care of it.
Do what I say.

Novato.

You heard.

Abel and his men are behind
closed doors. They won't let anyone in.

I sent someone to check,
but they threw him out

because there was a shit-storm
in the bathroom. What do we do, bro?

Don't move, bro. Don't move.

I want to see your hands up.

Get them up! Get them up, J.J.

-That's it.
-Relax.

This is fucking ridiculous.

Are you gonna keep fucking
with my cellblock all the time?

Yes, and what of it, bro?

Commander.

J.J.

Commander, come in, please.

Welcome. What would you like to drink?

J.J., we can do this one of two ways.

The easy way,

or the hard way. You decide.

Well, the easy way. But I don't know
what you're talking about.

Urrego's nephew?

He thought we'd buy
that stupid bullshit story.

I don't know what you're talking about.
What story?

J.J., the same story as you,

for not paying attention.

Shut up.

For not protecting Potro,
you're going to end up in the infirmary.

Take off his shoes.

No!

What are you going to do?

No!

No!

This is so you understand

that you don't make me look bad
in front of my men.

Here you go...

so you can prepare a soup.

I want to make this very clear.

I don't want to see you again
in my cellblock. Understood?

Because if I do,
then the soup you'll be having

will be testicle soup.

Do you understand?

Well? Did you kill him?

Lay a hand on me again, Potro...

and I'll kill you.

Calm down, Abel.

Relax.

Don't get so upset.

I just wanted to know
if that guy is still alive.

I already told you that
he's not going to bother you again.

What do you mean,
he's not going to bother me again?

Didn't you kill him?

Do you think I'm a fucking idiot?

That I'm going to start problems
with the narcos

because of some spat between you two?

What do you mean, Abel?

Come on, don't be a pussy.

How could you leave him alive?

-J.J. tried to kill me.
-Something I am deeply sorry for,

because then I would have killed
two birds with one stone.

One,

having killed J.J., by order of Castañeda.

And the other, getting rid of you.

Look, Potro.

If you get me into any trouble again,

I'll kill you.

-All good.
-Thank you.

Commander.

Relieved of my command? Why?

Yes, sir. I'm checking to see
which of the men

I'm giving your position to.

But sir...

Abel, you're of no use to me at all.

You started playing house
and making friends with the guerrillas.

And you know very well
that you're not in there for that.

But the truce is working.
The men are getting prepared.

I've had it up to here with your truce.

You know what, Abel?

I'm sick of your truce.

Look, I understand.
You want me to end the truce.

That was before, Abel.

Now, things are different.
If you want to continue in command...

I'm going to raise the price.

I want Galeno's head.

-But, sir!
-It's either this...

or it's that.

What's wrong, sir?

What the fuck did you tell Castañeda?

What's wrong with you?

You can't touch me.

I'm the boss's partner.

You know what I told him? The truth.

You don't know who you're messing with.

On the contrary, Abel.

You don't know who you're messing with.
I'm Potro... your boss's partner.

And you're going to end up
doing what I say, faggot.

I'll die first.

Then we'll kill each other.

Fucking pussy.

CAPITAL PRISON
PARAMILITARY CELLBLOCK

Give me the order, and I'll chop him up
until he fits through the siphon, sir.

We'll chop him up.

I'll help you, Duván.

No.

Potro is working with Castañeda.

And money is more valuable
than anything else.

If we kill Potro, we're fucked.

So we're just going to sit around
and do nothing, sir?

We're really going to let ourselves
get screwed like this?

Door.

Thank you, sir.

Just what I needed.

Since when do visits
bother you so much, sir?

No, you're not here to visit,

because I don't see any nice
fruits or flowers or anything.

Who was it?

No one.

It was Potro, right?

I was cleaning up my cell
and like an idiot, I smashed into the bed.

And you think
I'm going to believe that story?

It's up to you
whether you believe me or not.

Why would I lie?

Door.

Silence, please! Attention!

We're going to line up
because we're going to do a count.

Line up.

Sir, I have news for you.

And what is it?
If it's bad news, keep moving.

Méndez's wife keeps causing problems.

She wants to speak to the warden.

And what do you want me to do?

I greased the palms of some guards
so they'll keep her in line.

But this is going to blow up
at any moment.

And?

What do you mean, "and"?

Just that this isn't my problem.

Why did you give the order
to leave him out of the count, sir?

And what do you want me to do?
That's why I'm telling you.

If the director finds out
about that disappearance,

you and I will both have a problem.

We both will?

What do you mean "we," Torres?

Because you're the one
responsible for the count.

You're the one who knows if there are
or if there aren't people in formation.

Let's begin the count, Botero.

That line here. Come on, Villamil.

CAPITAL PRISON

At this time, the authorities are dealing

a new blow
to the LSD distribution networks.

According to a report from the official
in charge, along with this blow,

more operations are moving ahead
in different parts of the city.

Do you see, bro?

That reporter is up our ass.

She has us fucked.

Look.

She comes, a fight starts,

and the police,
since they're failing so badly...

use the image to show
how efficient they are.

Pure media manipulation, bro.

-Who?
-Torres.

Don Abel needs to speak with you.

Wait here.

I told you not to mess with Potro.

You didn't want to listen.

I didn't know that you gave explanations.

I don't give explanations to anyone.

Then what do you want?

Potro fucked me over.

They're asking me for Galeno's head.

You made a huge mistake

when you didn't let me kill Potro
when I had the chance.

I told you.

Yes, you told me.

But we can't do anything now.

So now you want me
to help you kill Galeno?

No.

Then what do you want?

For you to help me
eliminate Castañeda.

GUERRILLAS CELLBLOCK

According to the information provided

by the inhabitants
of Puerto Chico, Caquetá,

a group of armed men

attacked the installations
of the police command

and the National Bank.

Sources report

that more than ten police officers
were injured in the attack

and there were at least 15 killed.

And now, news from the Coffee Region.

Commander, I've always said
you're the shining light

of our revolution.

Thank you, Rodrigo.

I congratulate you on the operation, sir.

Thank you, Rodrigo.

And I'm a prisoner in here.

Imagine the money I'd get
if I were on the outside.

Those were very difficult days

in the decade of the 2000s
in all of Colombia.

The violence in rural areas and towns,

which had previously been dominated
by bloody guerrilla takeovers,

was accompanied now
by the extreme cruelty

of the paramilitary massacres.

The violence in Colombia
reached a critical state.

And really, no light of hope was in sight.

Three days?

Yes, sir. Three days.

Don't say it's impossible, Warden.

Because I spoke with my lawyer.

He told me, according
to the penitentiary code, I could--

Look, sir, I know that code
better than your lawyer,

so save yourself
this discussion, all right?

What are you asking permission for?

To say goodbye to my father.

Look, Warden,

these are my father's
medical certificates.

The thing is that...

they told my poor dad
that there's no hope,

and since then, all he's been doing
is asking for me.

And honestly, I don't want him
to pass away before I can see him.

Look, Warden, I already
spoke with my lawyer.

I asked him to submit the formal
application like we're supposed to, but...

he says that takes time.

And time is what I don't have, sir.

Please do me this favor, Warden.

Not for me.

For my father...

who, in the end,
did one bad thing in this world...

he had a son like me,
who has only given him...

problems and headaches.

Let me say goodbye
to my father, all right?

All you need to do is pick up
the person I'm going to send you,

send me the arms that I need,

and I'll take care of Galeno
and his guerrillas.

Yes, sir.

I'm a guard. You can't do this to me.

Over and out.

-You'll pay for this, you hear?
-Boss.

Put her on the phone.

So this is the little boy
who's causing us problems.

Tell me something, Parra.

Do you know
who you're talking to right now?

Of course I do, sir.
An inmate, like all the others.

All right.

Talk.

Hello.

Mom? Mom, calm down.

-What the hell are you doing?
-All right, either you calm down...

or I'll kill your mother right now.

Tell me,

now do you know who you're talking to?

Abel.

-Abel?
-Abel Mahecha.

Not just Abel Mahecha.

Your leader.

Your boss.

The person you're going to obey
from now on.

Duván, well?

-Is the permission ready?
-Ready, boss.

Look, Mr. Parra.

This is Duván.

From now on, you're under his orders.

Mr. Duván needs to leave the jail,

and you're going to accompany him.

You're going to help him leave the jail.

Understood?

Understood?

-Yes, sir.
-Good.

Take him away.

And don't forget, Mr. Parra.

We have your mother.

Did they follow you?

I don't think so, bro. It's all good.

Good. Bro, you know
that you're my eyes on the street.

-I'm counting on you.
-All good.

Go on, bro.

Hi, how did it go, Jennifer?

Look at this.

What's this?

Not a single dealer showed up.

Fuck, man.

Caspa, since they made you famous,

no one wants to sell LSD for us.

All because of that reporter.

Caspa.

What are we going to do with the business?

I don't know, Jennifer.
I don't know what we're going to do.

All I know is that Ana MarÃa Solozábal...

I have more than just my eye
on that bitch.

That piece of trash is going to pay.

Too bad Popeye won't let me do anything.

Hello, sir.

Yes, this is Parra.

Lieutenant, I am reporting...

I'm reporting
that we've arrived in Ibagué.

COLOMBIAN MOUNTAINS

Yes, sir.

I'm in the lobby of the hospital.

I'm waiting for the inmate.

Commander.

Perfect, sir.
I'll keep you informed of anything new.

Goodbye, Lieutenant.

Commander.

How are you, Duván? Sit down.

Thank you, sir.

I have some deliveries for you.

At your service, Commander.

I need you to take this money
to Potro. Three packets...

so he'll manage
without trouble at the prison.

Oh, and by the way...

tell him to be smart with it.

Because I'm not going to be
sending him money every day.

All right, sir. I'll tell him.

-How are things going at the prison?
-Good, sir.

Good, everything is good.

And with the communists?

No, sir.

They stay in their area
and we stay in ours, sir.

And where does Abel Mahecha stay?

I don't understand...
I don't understand, Commander.

Is Commander Abel...

a good leader?

Yes, of course, sir.

A leader dedicated to the organization?

Because I'm thinking about replacing him.

Well, Commander, no.

Commander Abel is dedicated
to the organization.

He lives and dies for it, sir.

So you have complete trust
in Abel Mahecha, then.

Well, sir, honestly, I go where
he tells me to, without asking questions.

All of us in prison trust Commander Abel.

The one we don't trust
is the other guy, Commander.

-Who?
-Potro.

What do you mean?

The thing is,
Potro is a complicated guy, sir.

Potro is a liar. He's two-faced.

With all due respect, Commander,
because I know he's your partner, but...

we don't think
it's possible to trust a guy

who's used to stabbing his partners
and allies in the back, sir.

Don't you think?

They're fucking butchers.

-Does it hurt a lot?
-It hurts.

It hurts, but...

I'll survive. That's what's important.

No, J.

We have to get you out of there.

And why would I want to get out of here?

What do you mean?

I mean, for what?

Why should I get out

if the only person I care about
is acting weird with me?

If I'm going to be alone and bored,
I might as well stay in here, right?

I'm not acting weird.

Oh, no?

Nervous.

It's just that a lot has happened.

What do you mean?
Is it still hard for you?

Yes.

Well, it shouldn't be.

It shouldn't be, doll, because you

are amazing.

You are a warrior.
You shouldn't be nervous about anything.

Do you know what I dream about every day?

That you and I can live peacefully

in a house.

With family, kids, everything.

Do you really want
to have children with me?

Of course, my love.

Why do you think
I'm working so hard?

But if things keep going
the way they're going...

the outlook is getting very cloudy.

They're going to end up sending me
to prison in the United States.

They can't send you to the United States.

-That's what they will do, Jennifer.
-No, they won't.

Listen, yes, they will.

The situation is bad...

unless you do something for me.

Tell me.

I'm willing to do anything for you.

Well, princess...

I didn't want to ask you
to do this, but...

you know they've declared war on me.

And in war, anything goes.

What a coincidence
that we met in that café, no?

You think so?

I don't believe in coincidences.

You know...

I say that if things happen,

it's because you're looking for them.

What are you saying?

That it wasn't a coincidence
that we met.

I already knew that you'd be in that café.

And I also knew that...

if I did what I needed to do...

a glance, a look...

we'd end up in this hotel.

Who are you?

Someone who has
some mutual friends with you.

Lieutenant Carvajal.

Captain Moncada.

Right?

Your friends from MedellÃn...

They're both in jail. Do you remember?

Or not?

What the hell do you want?

What I want

is for you to be aware

and to watch out
for the safety of the people of Bogotá,

and not to waste time
on insignificant things.

Insignificant like what? Say it.

The sale of LSD?

Look...

if I wanted to put you in jail,

-you...
-In jail?

You think I'm afraid of jail?

Jail is nothing compared to...

the wrath of a wife.

You wouldn't dare.

Oh, that's rich.

Well, it's not that I would want to,

but if you don't leave my friends alone,

then I would have to.

Let's make a deal.

Accept it,
and we'll put you on the payroll.

Some nice money.

A nice amount.

And, well, it's up to you...

how we end up.

As friends...

or as enemies.

You tell me.