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While inspired by true events, is fiction.

Likeness to real people is accidental.

In the early '90s, Colombia is under a wave of violence.

Drug lords demand that crimes be tried and sentenced in Colombia.

To avoid US deportation, so called "Extraditables"

apply pressure in every imaginable way.

Kidnapping being one of them.

FOCINE A COMPANY FOR THE PROMOTION OF FILM

What is this?

It's by a young filmmaker.

It's called Typical Colombian Party.

Is a documentary?

I don't know really.

THE TYPICAL COLOMBIAN PARTY IS CALLED

WAR

What he wants?

Post-production financing.

This year, 102 bombs were put in public places.

Four hundred and thirty-five police officers killed.

A hundred and eleven travelers blew up midair on an Avianca plane.

Thousands of deaths related to drug trafficking.

This means we hold

the sad record as the most violent country in world.

How long will we allow the assassination of our leaders?

Murdering innocent people.

THIS WAR WAS STARTED BY THE COLOMBIAN RIGHT

THE RIGHT FERTILIZES THE LAND

WHERE DRUG TRAFFICKING FLOURISHES

NEPOTISM

CORRUPTION VIOLENCE

YOU CANNOT SERVE PEOPLE

AND MONEY AT THE SAME TIME

I've lost my patience with these filmmakers.

Our country can't finance this.

We resume tomorrow.

We need to send the program with the projects we approved.

Help with that, please. I don't have the head for it now.

Our justice system is a real piece of crap!

I object, Mr. President.

It is crap!

If we're unable to try our criminals in Colombia,

they'll face the law in the USA.

The real democrats are going to vote in favor of extradition,

so that drug traffickers will pay for their crimes.

Yes to extradition.

Yes to the extradition treaty!

Silence, please.

Order in the court.

Representative Juan Moreno, your turn.

What a brave speech.

Maruja wrote it.

Maruja wants to get rid of you, Alberto.

Dear Alberto,

for now I prefer writing to talking.

Yes.

Believe it or not, I won't talk.

There are no fights, no complaints.

We've just drifted apart.

Very far apart.

Alberto

RODRIGO D. NO FUTURE

See you tomorrow, Rocio. Goodbye, send my regards.

Are you coming with me?

Sure, great. Thanks. See you tomorrow.

It's so cold.

What's this?

Ángel, this is for your son.

You shouldn't have, Mrs. Maruja.

No problem, it's from Andrés.

Andrés, of course.

How did he remembered my son's birthday?

How many kids do you have?

Four.

Three girls, and now a boy.

The poor boy has four mothers.

WE PREFER A GRAVE IN COLOMBIA THAN A CELL IN THE USA

"THE EXTRADITABLES"

What happened?

Go, go!

Oh, my God.

-Close the door, damn it! -Take my purse!

Son of a bitch!

Get out.

Go on, get out!

Get them.

Come on!

Keep your head down.

Okay, let's go!

To grasp its conception, I will contextualize the concept.

Extradition is a mechanism of international cooperation

to combat crime and end impunity.

It's a special procedure that ends with the issuance

of a complex administrative act.

For its preparation and execution, several bodies concur...

NEWS OF A KIDNAPPING by Gabriel García Márquez

The abduction of Maruja Pachón and Beatriz Villamizar seems

and daughter of former president Turbay and Nydia Quintero.

Diana was kidnapped two months ago

along with a team of journalists.

Days later Francisco Santos was kidnapped

a journalist and son of Hernando,

Also, Marina Montoya,

of whom there is no proof of survival.

This case only confirms the climate of extreme violence stifling the country.

No one's safe, mainly those who publicly oppose the tyranny of fear

imposed by drug traffickers.

Let's remember that of the hundreds kidnapped in recent years

the only ones who survived

were those who accepted the captor's conditions.

For those who've not wanted to give in, the outcome has been fatal.

Stay down.

Efrem.

Go up by Jacinto's store, the man is informed.

Copy that, boss.

I can't breathe.

I can't breathe. I can't.

Just breathe calmly.

Please.

Cooperate with us and nothing happens.

We want to send a message from the guerrilla.

Which guerrilla?

The M19.

If you behave and help us, you'll be home soon.

If not, you'll be found in a gutter full of flies, okay?

So, shut up, you bitch.

This is, obviously, a pressure exerted by drug traffickers.

The government, through President Gaviria,

said that unless the Extraditables

stop the terrorist attacks and free hostages,

he's not willing to talk or to open up to any possible negotiation.

Excuse me.

I'm making a statement.

Here's my watch.

This is all I have of value.

I swear. I don't know what I got here, see.

Thank you.

-Shit, bro. Just what we needed. -What's wrong?

Keep quiet.

Stay calm.

There's an accident and this shit isn't moving.

Okay, bro, I'll try to open the jam from here

but you have to get out of there, bro.

No, no, no. There's no way out.

Why are we stopping?

Turn around. Stay quiet.

Don't touch me!

Stay still and quiet.

Let me go, please.

Keep quiet.

What's wrong with you?

Everything is fine, relax.

Take it easy, man.

Get out.

Go, you idiot, go!

Get the license plates.

-EK0917. -EK0917.

There you go.

Let me go home, please.

Keep quiet. You're driving me crazy.

Ready, boss. We're on our way.

Tell Jacinto to wait just a little more.

Dad!

What?

-What is it? -Nothing!

Come here!

Some exercise would do you good.

I'd love to but I have school.

Who needs school?

You're a cool mom.

So hurry up, you'll be late.

-A friend is picking me up. -What?

Quit being paranoid, Mom.

I've told you many times.

You can't go alone, we have a driver.

-Yes, his name is Ángel. -Who protects us. He's waiting.

What's that?

Okay, Mom. You're right.

No, I'm all sweaty.

You look beautiful, Mom.

What's more, you even look a little younger.

Idiot.

Hey!

And that bear?

It's a gift for Ángel's son.

Is it his birthday?

Yes, it is.

Thank me later, I knew you'd forget.

-Bye, I love you. -Love you!

Is everything okay?

Yes, boss.

The Cab hasn't come.

Whatever you say.

PRIVATE PROPERTY NO ENTRY

Boss, turn around.

Where's the next car?

It's a bit delayed.

An accident in Las Lomas.

Relax, they're close.

-They're bringing the other one. -Who?

She was with someone. We had to bring her too.

Who did you bring?

Close your eyes, my lady.

Darwin...

It's the right one.

And the other one?

Just say and we'll get rid of her.

No.

She's Beatriz, my sister-in-law.

-Alberto Villamizar's sister. -Who told you...

Speak, lady.

He would do anything for her. More than he would for me.

She's worth more to you alive.

Take her.

Come with me.

Don't worry. It will be fine.

Let me guide you.

Well, then.

Easy, he doesn't bite.

Here's a big step. Up one.

Yes, You can do it.

Put the news on.

As soon as the game's over.

This house smells like shit.

Pipes rotting and the boss won't let us get a plumber.

Are you lame or something? You sort it out.

Here's another step, lady.

We're here.

Give me your bag.

I have nothing.

I'm not asking.

What's this shiny thing?

Let me see.

I dare say, my lady has a liking for fine things.

You have enough to buy a Rolex, you don't need this cheap ring.

You mad that we use the same brands as rich people?

-Take it off. -Not this ring.

Do it, or I'll rip your finger. Cooperate.

Cooperate and everything will be fine.

Guerrillas don't use fine shoes or watches.

Welcome, ma'am. Feel at home.

You work for the Extraditables You think I'm stupid?

Dear Alberto,

we are not well.

You hide in politics, to avoid facing me.

To think I got you into the party,

in that wonderful campaign.

We were just kids.

Me, a married child with five children.

You, a student.

A big round of applause to my great campaign team.

Maruja Pachón, campaign manager.

Alberto Villamizar, creative director.

Now, let's dance!

After your attack, everything changed.

I understand it.

You wore obsessed doing justice.

Congressman Villamizar, three years ago they tried to kill you.

A year ago, A party leader and brother-in-law,

Luis Carlos Galán, was killed.

Today, your wife and sister are kidnapped.

What's your question?

Does this change your position on extradition?

Of course not.

Narco-terrorists have to realize

that the President is offering legal guarantees if they give up.

What does that mean?

Are they tried in an American court?

If they don't confess and give their goods, we extradited them.

These speeches are going to get my mom killed.

I'm sorry.

But your dad's an idiot.

And moving on from political issues,

what message or encouragement would you send to your wives?

Mr. Guerrero? What would you say to Beatriz?

And you, Villamizar?

They are brave.

The thing I think of right now is...

I will spare no expense to rescue them.

Safe and sound.

General Mendoza, over here.

Mrs. Nydia, please go ahead.

We're here to answer the questions of the victim's relatives.

Only in the media. You've not answered my calls.

Tell me,

how much longer will the government's inflexibility

put the lives of our loved ones at risk?

President Gaviria has repeated it a lot of times.

The lives of the kidnapped stand above any other objective.

You can rest assured, Mrs. Nydia.

What about deadlines? A time period?

Be more specific.

No more cameras, that's enough.

Let's have some respect...

I'm asking you for good judgement regarding what you said.

Regarding what?

Diana's life, and the lives of the hostages.

The government has done nothing!

-Your husband, he... -Ex-husband!

Former President Turbay ratified the president's stance

against the gangsters.

And will you do the same? Don't be so naive, Alberto!

He was the president, it was his job.

Grandma, I...

We should go. They must be tired.

Excuse me.

Let's go! Excuse me, Mrs. Nydia.

Andrés, let's go.

Alberto!

Andrés.

...bring your dad to his senses.

The entire police is on alert for the kidnappers.

we'll use all our help to find them

Thank you, Mr. President.

Bastards also put a bomb in the Chamber of Commerce.

It blew when they were abducted. There are several wounded.

We'll stop them, Alberto.

They'll never stop.

I understand it all looks negative,

but try to get some sleep. You'll wake up more positive.

If we hear anything, I'll tell you.

All right.

-Good night, and rest. -Thanks, César.

All right, lady.

Let's see if she calms you.

Beatriz.

It's me.

Calm down.

They would kill me.

They said they'd made a mistake, that

I was the wrong one, they'd kill me,

cause they found out they'd made a mistake.

And then these men, a disgusting man

said in my ear, telling me I'd be fine.

But I didn't know what was happening, he smelled disgusting

and he touched my leg, I was so uncomfortable,

in that damn car.

He was touching me! Why? What did I do?

Nobody will do anything to us.

Calm down.

And the teddy bear?

Did you steal it?

No, it's mine.

Your siblings, Andrés?

They didn't stay.

Some advice.

No public drinking.

What do we do, ideas?

The President is dealing with it.

-Gaviria? -Yes, César.

Diana was abducted three months ago and he hasn't been able to do anything.

Not for lack of pressure on my part.

He earns the benefit of the doubt.

They abducted Beatriz and Maruja.

We'll have news soon.

How long do we wait, Dad?

Until we're at a funeral crying?

Nydia said to call her.

She thinks she can give us orders, having been First Lady.

She told me to tell you

she knows the right person to build ties with the narcos...

No, Andrés.

We do not interact with those people.

Here.

What a cool present.

-How is the league there? -You won.

Okay, it was just a cockroach.

-It's okay. -How gross.

I killed it. It was just one, Maruja.

Look, see?

I can't stop thinking about Ángel.

Poor guy, all that blood.

Do Alberto and Pedro know?

I think so.

I'd be lying in bed at this time.

I shouldn't entered the car.

-I'm sorry. -No, don't worry.

We'll find a way to get you out.

I'm not leaving alone.

Beatriz.

We are leaving together.

Do you have a cigarette?

Good morning, Mr. Ramón.

Good morning.

Man, is it cold around here.

You could have milked the cows.

May I present my cousin Ricardo.

-Nice to meet you. -The same.

He'll stay for a few days.

How much longer do you think you'll be staying?

Are you dissatisfied?

We don't want that, right?

No, sir, I was just asking.

I'm sorry.

I have a friend who can fix this quickly.

It's just a bump, boss.

Hello, Alberto.

-Your phone line is always busy. -Forgive me.

I was using it to make some enquiries.

Is there any news?

Crash reports with two taxis.

They think one could be the kidnapper's car.

Is it reliable information?

Yes, but we need to check it on site.

Do you authorize that?

Yes, yes.

Of course. I allowed the action.

I'll let you know.

-César. -Yes.

I know this is unusual but...

I'd like to be present.

General Mendoza.

Thank you for the special effort being made.

All right, Villamizar.

Don't worry, my men are covering all routes.

You will see your wife soon, and your sister, you'll celebrate.

Did they tell you I'll be there?

Yes, of course.

We should turn all operations into family outings.

Pedraza,

get a car, we're going on a trip.

When was the call?

What call?

From the taxi driver.

Late.

At night.

So?

So what?

Can they still be in the area?

I don't know, let's see what we find.

We're looking for a taxi that crashed around here.

What do you think of him escaping, Jacinto?

He didn't pay for the damage. These thugs can't do what they want

in an area that's been so peaceful.

The thing is,

your neighbors say that you know where he is.

Why would I know?

We'll soon leave you alone here with your family.

Ma'am, turn the music up, please.

A little more.

Thank you.

We're all ears.

I don't know anything.

What?

I don't know.

I can't hear you, man.

I don't know anything.

You know nothing, Jacinto...

What's wrong with you!

Do you want more, old man?

Your neighbors saw her flirting with the men we're after.

No!

Not like this, brother!

Those are the plates, general.

We're going in.

You. Come.

You, stay with Villamizar.

I'm coming, general.

Okay, brother!

Do me a favor, watch him.

Take him last.

That's the house.

Let's shoot these faggots.

Listen up.

We want the hostages alive.

-Go. -Yes, sir.

Hands up!

What the fuck...

Hey!

It's clear.

These sons of bitches.

Go register it.

Go over this shithole and collect evidence.

Not the dogs.

Okay.

General.

What the fuck happened, Pedraza?

Didn't I say that all cars were to be checked, without exception?

Idiot.

Asshole.

We're too late.

Are you driving or should I?

After all these years you still don't know I drive better drunk.

Having six whiskeys is different to having four.

No, come on.

Am I right?

I'll take you home safely.

Really?

We'll see.

That's Maruja's.

We'll examine it, then give it to you.

Don't get distracted.

-Come, babe. -I can't help it.

Fucking shit!

Keep quiet, bitches!

All right, ladies.

This shit here can blow you to the sky.

I have no fucking problem

with blowing up this car with you inside.

Understood?

So, you bitches, please keep quiet. Quiet and still.

All right?

Cooperate and all will be fine. I wanna get home early.

Silence, or it goes boom.

I'm almost done.

Afternoon, Ana. The president?

He's waiting.

It's confirmed. It's Pablo Escobar's voice.

If the government continues with its lies

and half apologies, we'll carry on kidnapping.

Cause we have balls. Yes, motherfucker!

I'm sick of this bullshit.

Stop working against my people,

or this will get worse.

The Extraditables won't allow a violation of our human rights to continue.

No fucking way.

Keep looking for me, you'll find me,

and you'll see...

He said human rights?

It's a plan to look as an insurgent group.

This is getting bad.

They're feeling cornered.

Bullshit, César.

They fled! Or let them go.

They do what they want.

-We're caught. -They won't kill them.

They need them to negotiate.

If the authority won't give in, they'll kill them one by one.

Giving in to Escobar's whims won't save the hostages.

So what the fuck you want me to do?

Trust the government.

And me.

Let's see.

When a narco surrenders,

the rest will follow.

César,

look at me.

The talk is Maruja.

Yes.

Maruja.

I know.

What's this?

It just came.

From the site.

It's personal.

Read it later.

Go rest.

Don't call me like that.

No big deal. It's not my fault I have to work.

You still want it, right?

Now cheer up,

buy yourself something.

Some nice thongs for next time.

Don't be mean.

Not going to say bye? A little kiss.

Little kiss.

Take care!

Dear Alberto,

Yes.

Believe it or not, I don't want to talk.

We've just drifted apart.

Very far apart.

You became obsessed doing justice

and forgot the simplest pleasures in life.

Dancing drunk until dawn,

having sex in the mornings...

None exists now.

And me...

I forgot about myself.

Your life's more relevant than mine.

I feel trapped. Without air, suffocated.

This is different.

Now it hurts more.

A lot more.

Last night I decided we should separate our lives,

before there's nothing left of us.

I rather leave you.

What, Dad?

Nothing, a document.

Here, eat something.

Thanks.

We'll find her, Dad.

We can't just sit around.

Good afternoon, sir.

Where we going?

No, we don't need you today.

Thank you.

Okay, sir. Best of luck.

We'll get the ladies out carefully,

slowly and without harming them. Put the hoods on.

All right, yes, sir.

Okay, ladies, we're here.

Get comfortable.

Take the gags off them.

How can I help you?

Mrs. Nydia...

Dad wants to call Escobar's lawyer.

Yes, of course.

Let's go.

I'll get the other one.

You can't move?

I can't move.

I can't feel my legs. Can't stand up.

Put her over your shoulder.

And one, two... up.

Let's go out back.

Bring that toy.

Don't worry. let's rest here.

Move it, asshole.

A little more and we're there. You can rest again.

Here we treat you with care.

With care.

The women aren't in the deal.

They are now.

-Let's go. -Yes, sir.

I need a cigarette.