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- Rosa! Rosa! - Quica...

Tell me who talked to the police! Who talked to them? Huh?

It had to be that whore in the market. Please, Quica!

Imagine this:

President of Colombia goes on TV and tells the whole world

he'll never make a deal with you.

Now a normal person thinks, "I'm fucked."

But Pablo Escobar, he thinks that's just your opening offer.

So the man finds a way to respond.

Thanks for accepting the invitation.

Forgive me for the hood.

It's for security reasons.

- I hope you understand. - I understand.

Can I offer you something? Coffee, water?

No, I'm fine, thank you.

Let's begin, then.

- Do you regret going to jail a year ago? - Absolutely not.

In fact, what I regret least is having escaped.

The Special Forces came in and opened fire.

I couldn't risk putting my life in their hands, right?

However...

I hope this interview makes it clear to the president...

I am willing to return to any prison in the District of Antioquia.

The most modest and the most humble.

But before that, I have to examine the conditions they are going to put me in

because, look, it would be easy, for example, for someone to rig a car bomb

that would explode when I arrived.

And how did Gaviria take Pablo's offer?

I think it's safe to say that he didn't really care for it.

But it wasn't just Gaviria Pablo was talking to.

In his mind, he was also negotiating with the leader of the free world.

It turns out that my problem turned into a political problem.

It appears that I am very important

to the re-election of the president of the United States.

You see, the problem was, George Bush had his own plans for Escobar.

We will, for the first time,

make available the appropriate resources of America's armed forces.

And for the drug kingpins, the death penalty.

And with a commander in chief who used to be the head of the CIA,

well, you can use your imagination

as to what "appropriate resources" might mean.

He started by appointing a new ambassador.

Badass former Navy man, Arthur Crosby...

who specialized in Latin American affairs and counterterrorism.

Next, he dug into his old CIA Rolodex,

where there was no shortage of guys who knew how to fight dirty.

And he sent us one of those, too.

Lastly, and what Peña and I like to call his own personal "fuck you" to us...

he sent us something he thought we must need: a boss.

Now just how long that person would be my boss remained to be seen.

I will always be ready to pay for my mistakes and accept a humble jail cell

when my rights are respected

and they guarantee me that I will not be transferred anywhere for any reason.

Do you acknowledge that you have committed crimes in the past,

or that you ordered someone's death?

That answer one could only give to a priest.

In a confessional.

Marietta.

- What's up? - What happened?

It looks like they killed them. I think there were six or seven girls.

Who would do something so horrible?

Are you, by nature, violent and proud?

Those who know me know I have a great sense of humor.

I would say that I'm a happy man.

I've always been happy. I've always been optimistic.

I've always had faith in life.

I always sing in the shower.

How do you think the story of Pablo Escobar will end?

Well... one can never know. I can only hope for the best.

I would like to die on my own two feet.

In the year 3047.

My title might be "ambassador,"

but that's some bullshit politician's word.

I know what it means to be on the front lines.

And everybody in this room wants the same thing: to take down Escobar.

Now as a veteran of numerous conflicts, I learned one immutable truth:

the only way to succeed is by working together,

by communicating, by sharing intelligence and collaborating.

Understood?

Uh, this is Claudia Messina. She is the new DEA country attaché.

She'll be taking over all DEA operations in-country. Messina?

Thank you, Ambassador.

The DEA will be opening field offices in Cali, Cartagena and Barranquilla.

As far as the Medellin team is concerned,

they will be housed out of CNP headquarters until further notice.

But only after some personnel changes have been made.

All right, now as far as long-term intelligence is concerned,

that's under the purview of the CIA, the station chief, Bill Stechner.

Bill, you have anything you'd like to add?

I'm good.

- All right, who's here from Centra Spike? - I am, sir. Edward Jacoby.

All right, let's get Centra Spike back in the air immediately.

I want to know every word these assholes say

and all information flows through me and I will disseminate as I see fit.

Yes, sir.

When Escobar sticks his fucking head out, we're gonna nail that son of a bitch.

What about him? Other than the fact that he wasn't here today.

Well, I suggested that he stay home.

You mentioned making some changes. What exactly does that mean?

It means I'm making some changes.

Murphy's a good agent. He's done a lot of good work down here.

Yeah.

Looks like it.

Do you have any idea the strings that were pulled

to get that guy not to press charges?

Sounds to me like the guy would've had a dog sniffing up his ass

before he got on the plane. Maybe Steve did him a favor.

Was that a thank you?

Be straight with me, Agent Peña, and I'll be straight with you.

I don't need a guy like that making my life more difficult.

- And making the DEA look bad. - Ma'am...

Messina. Or boss.

We've been down here a long time.

You've been down here all of what, two hours?

It may not make the front page, but...

a lot of the intel we have is because of Steve.

He's a good man. He's going through some shit right now.

You know, he was at the airport

to stop his wife from leaving the country with their kid. He didn't make it.

Add that to watching Escobar build a five-star prison

and then walking out the back door.

We both deserve to see this through...

boss.

Have you, uh... had anything to eat in the last 24 hours?

This new boss... Messina...

what do you know about her?

Only what I've heard. She's out of New York.

Doesn't put up with any shit.

Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Am I out'?

I don't know.

Well, I ain't ready to go home yet, Javi. I'll tell ya that.

Damn it! She's fucking...

Take a shower. Sober up.

Talk to you.

Look behind you. Watch out for that guy.

That's it.

Smash the telephone booth.

Get the pipe.

I already know, Dad.

You have to get it.

And what's that, a woman?

I'm about to fight a woman or what?

- Her name's Nora. - Oh, yeah, what's her name?

Nora.

Boss, excuse the interruption. One moment, please.

How do you...?

What about the laboratories?

It's been difficult to find the Moncada laboratories, boss.

And the ones that we find, we can't get inside.

There are police checkpoints everywhere.

We lost four men trying to get through one.

Sons of bitches.

And what about Judy Moncada?

We can't find her anywhere. Or Don Berna.

Find her.

Yes, sir.

And you, boys?

- Everything is good, boss. - All good, boss.

- How are you, Limón? - Very good, sir.

- How are you feeling? - Very good, boss.

- Comfortable? - Thank you. Very good.

Good.

I'm going to teach you something.

There is nothing lower than a rat.

And if we let the rats run free, the streets will be filled with them.

- Understand me? - Yes, boss.

Give me one second. One second.

Boss, excuse me. It's Fernando.

- Tell me, Fernando. - Your interview clearly worked, Don Pablo.

Palace wants to meet with me right away.

You heard that, brother? Hm?

- We have to finish our little job. - But we already finished it, right?

No, brother, there's still one left.

But you already killed all the whores.

I'm not talking about whores, brother.

Why her?

- She did everything we told her to. - Someone talked to the police.

Yeah, it was those fucking whores.

She is someone I can trust, man.

You can trust her, but I can't.

Move it.

Quica.

I'm not going to tell you again, brother. And we've got some shit we gotta do first.

- Good day. - Good day.

I have a meeting with the president.

I am Fernando Duque.

Your meeting is not with the president, Mr. Duque.

How's that?

- With the vice minister, then? - No, sir.

The information I have here says your meeting is with the attorney general.

My apologies, Mr. Duque.

Now, Gaviria had made it clear

that the government was not to negotiate with Escobar.

But Colombia Attorney General Gustavo de Greiff

didn't give a shit what the president wanted.

Unlike the US, where the attorney general is appointed by the president,

in Colombia, the Supreme Court chooses the attorney general,

whether the president likes it or not.

And in the case of Gustavo de Greiff, you bet your ass Gaviria didn't.

Mr. Duque...

I believe the whole world has the right to a fair trial.

Pablo Escobar has the same rights as any other Colombian.

If he has committed a crime, he must be judged and indicted.

He can't be hunted and killed like an animal.

Mr. De Greiff,

everything you're telling me I find... fascinating.

However, I don't...

I don't buckle under the pressure of the Americans...

like Gaviria, Mr. Duque.

Uh-huh.

Then that means that...

you would consider... making a deal with Pablo.

I am saying that Colombia...

has been at war far too long.

Of course.

The Americans are bringing in new people.

Different faces but, ultimately, with the same motivation.

They are using us to advance their political agenda.

Perhaps.

But the reality is we have to accept help wherever it comes from.

And right now, the gringos are very limited,

confined to Carlos Holguín and the embassy.

On the other hand, Pablo Escobar is gaining ground, gathering more support.

Everyone is helping him in Medellin.

- A long manhunt plays into his hands. - Let's talk about Medellin.

Colonel Pinzón basically has Escobar surrounded.

Do you think we'll succeed?

Listen, thanks for talking to Messina, man.

I mean it. You saved my ass.

One more fuck-up, Murphy...

Oh, I know.

Is it gonna happen again?

I don't know.

DEA politics weren't the only thing we had to navigate.

The Pinzón plan was in full effect.

He was doubling down on police presence.

Medellin was under martial law and the base of Carlos Holguín

would look like Fort Apache.

Me and Javi were officially guests of the CNP.

With all the comforts and amenities

that a guest of the National Colombian Police could expect.

Which was zero.

And we weren't alone.

The DEA, CIA, Centra Spike and the army, all under one roof.

It was one-stop shopping for all things Pablo Escobar.

After Gaviria announced a new $1.4 million reward for Pablo's capture,

Colonel Pinzón activated a new tip line.

And apparently he thought Javi and I were just the guys to oversee it.

Forget about the fact that my Spanish was for shit.

He was sidelining us and there was nothing we could do about it.

Pablo would even have his men call in just to fuck with us.

Tip line. What do you want to report?

I'm not sure what we expected.

To many people, Escobar was a hero.

It was like asking Chicago to rat out Michael Jordan.

And those that didn't worship Escobar, they were simply too scared to call.

But we had a system anyways.

One tip in a particular location didn't mean shit.

A second call with the same information still might not be worth acting on.

But three calls on the same location from three different sources?

- Agent Peña? - Yeah.

That had to be checked out.

Hey, I said it was a system.

I didn't say it worked.

Fuck me.

Pansies!

Our inability to catch Escobar was frustrating.

But back in Bogota', it was becoming a real liability.

Attorney General De Greiff.

They told me that you met with Mr. Fernando Duque.

That's right.

The president was very clear

when he said that no one was to communicate with Escobar's people.

Unfortunately for the president, I don't work for him.

I work for the people of Colombia.

And, just like the president, I also work for the people of Colombia.

And we are all working together, in a united front, against Escobar.

- This isn't a single war... - Are you afraid of what I might find

if I speak with him, Mr. Sandoval?

- Excuse me? - Tell me something.

Why did you need to be there that night at La Catedral?

Why was the presence of the vice minister of justice necessary

to transfer a prisoner?

Because we're not talking about any prisoner, Attorney General.

We're talking about Pablo Escobar.

And I was only following the orders of the president.

I don't think that's true.

Are you insinuating something, Attorney General?

- Are you accusing me of something? - No, I'm not accusing you of anything.

At least, not yet.

But I'm going to open up an investigation about the allegations...

that, possibly, you helped Pablo Escobar escape.

You know what, Attorney General?

Eat shit.

- What the hell are we doing here? - Running an errand, brother.

- What errand? - For Don Pablo, brother.

Hello, hello.

Hello, gentlemen, can I help you with something?

Of course, brother, I'm here to pick up a package, under the name Alvarez.

Ah, yes, sir. Right away, with pleasure.

Go ahead.

Brother... let's give up on the girl. She's not coming back. Hm?

Are you afraid or what, Limón? Huh?

Close your fucking mouth and do what I say.

Mr. Alvarez.

Quica!

This is the best toilet they make. You really know your shit.

Brother!

That's what I'm talking about, brother.

Good.

Boys, put it in the car. We've got some business to take care of.

I am going to take out her eyes and make her eat them, that rat bitch.

- What number? - Room three. I already told you.

Son of a bitch. You told me that she was going to be here.

I don't know, brother. I think this is where she lives.

She's not there. Anyway, tomorrow is better.

We'll come back later.

Fuck that, brother.

Quica!

Over there, brother.

I got something, brother.

That bitch. I'm going to rip out her tongue and shove it up her ass, brother.

I told you she wasn't here. At this hour, she's already working.

- This is bullshit, brother. - She's not here.

We'll come back later, then.

If the president doesn't agree with the deal,

then we haven't won anything. Right?

Pablo, we have found a very good option.

Definitely.

If you allow me to negotiate with De Greiff

- and create some dissention in the ranks... - Oh, Fernando.

That's not why I pay you, Fernando.

You pay me to strategize and that's exactly what I am doing.

Pablo, you have to understand...

The moment-— The position that Gaviria is in right now...

What happened at La Catedral was a humiliating failure for him.

Right now, he's thinking that capturing you is his only option.

And he's not thinking about

trying to find some way to speak with us, but...

De Greiff, he is willing to speak.

And he has the autonomy to make deals.

Fine, okay.

Let's try it.

You're not going to believe it, but the attorney general

supports the legalization of drugs.

- Don't bullshit me. - It's true.

Trust me, Pablo, little by little, with patience, with time...

What we don't have is time, Fernando.

Fernando, excuse us.

- Yes, sir. - Thank you.

- Blackie. - Yes, sir.

Thank you very much, Fernando.

- Thank you very much. - Yes.

Excuse me.

What's wrong?

We can't live like this, Pablo.

Running from one place to another, hiding,

hoping the government wants to negotiate.

Gaviria is going to negotiate, Tata.

He's too intelligent and too weak not to.

How are you so calm, huh?

Pablo, if Gaviria doesn't want you in jail then we know perfectly well what he wants.

I think it's time for us to leave Colombia.

I know we agreed we would never leave, but things have changed.

No, nothing has changed.

My love, we have everything we need.

Let's get the children and go to some other place.

A place where we don't have to hide.

We're not going to spend our lives in hiding.

I promise you that.

Get ready to get your balls snipped.

So... your wife left.

You're upset, knocked a few back to numb the pain

and then decide to take it out on some Wall Street scumbag.

Yeah, something like that.

Isolated incident?

Yeah.

Look, I know I've been in Colombia for all of about 20 seconds.

Mm.

Before that, you and Peña had complete autonomy to call your own shots.

It's gonna take you a minute to get used to the new order.

You don't trust me yet? That's fine.

But if I'm gonna have your back, I need to know that I can trust you.

Otherwise, I have no problem sending you back to your wife in Miami.

Am I making myself clear?

Loud and clear.

Excellent

You're dismissed.

Ortiz, don't let him out of your sight. Over.

They saw La Quica buying a toilet.

I got "La Quica" and "toilet."

Not just any toilet.

The same one that Pablo had at La Catedral. A Kohler.

All right, well, now, that I got.

We can't take that to Pinzón. He'll laugh us out of the office.

We need more.

- But what else, Peña? - Where did they see him?

Going toward the hills on San Isidro Road.

Maybe we can get Centra Spike to do a flyover,

see what they come up with.

Be a lot better than the fucking tip line.

I'll be right back.

- A toilet? - It's a long story.

- Give me the CliffsNotes. - Look, just do me a favor

and ask them to sweep over that specific area.

We're looking for any chatter from Escobar's sicarios. Anything at all.

You recognize a voice, you come get me.

Duvall 1-4-4-3-6, we heard some chatter at 1600 megahertz.

Be advised.

Baby, when are you coming?

You left me all alone.

I can't right now. It's too dangerous.

But you said you were coming.

Let things calm down a little bit. I'll show you a good time.

That is definitely Velasco. No ID on the girl.

What's the deal with the other call?

The quality's too poor for voice recognition.

All right... these were taken about two hours ago.

What's here is fincas, fincas.

Everything else is just smaller houses here, here and here, and the outskirts.

You can probably eliminate the smaller ones, not Escobar's style.

Which of the fincas have road access both east and west?

This one here.

It's rough terrain down the back of the mountain, but it's drivable.

It's gotta be the one.

We'd have a good chance if we came at him from both sides.

This is good.

Great. What about Pinzón?

We're gonna need vehicles, we're gonna need men.

Leave Pinzón to me.

Correct me if I'm wrong...

In the last raid, your two men managed to capture

the president of the United States, George Bush.

That was based on many different calls from the tip line.

This is the voice of Velasco.

Ms. Messina, apparently you think my men work for you.

You are mistaken. I don't work for you.

I decide how we are going to work together. ls that clear?

And I already know what happened to the last man that worked with you,

Colonel Carrillo.

He was exiled to Spain.

What did he say?

He said no.

Oh, she's not gonna last. She gives up pretty fuckin' easy.

But Messina didn't give up easy.

She called Crosby. ..

Crosby called Gaviria...

and in less than 15 minutes...

- I understand. - Pinzón was gettin' a kick in the ass.

Colonel, General Silva is on the phone.

Excuse me, Colonel.

I guess everybody works for somebody.

General?

Just because we could make Pinzón dance

didn't mean we could call the tune.

We would've gone in stealth. Surround the fucker, then grab him.

Pinzón didn't do shit that way. He liked kicking down the front door,

waking up the whole damn neighborhood.

Move your asses! The police are coming!

Get the cars and the money ready right now. They're close, now!

Boss!

Boss, forgive me, it's urgent.

Boss.

It's the police.

They're coming up the hill. We have to leave right now, boss.

Pablo. Pablo!

Sons of bitches.

They're coming from the other side too, sir.

- What happened? - We have to leave right now.

The police are coming.

- Get the cars ready. - Yes, boss.

- Wait out back. - Yes, boss.

Pablo!

Go get the kids. We have to leave right now.

Hurry. Over here, through the tunnel.

Surround the house! Let's go!

They're gone, sir.

Colonel, nobody's in the house, no signs of life, sir.

Shit.

At ease.

Don't forget that Pablo made a career

of staying ahead of the cops.

A lot of the fincas he used had tunnels built just for this purpose.

Even though he didn't like using them.

I guess you could say that he was paranoid, but then again,

if people are actually after you, that's not paranoid. That's just smart.

Peña! Messina!

He was here.

Go ahead, come in.

The bedrooms...

they're on the right.

Everything is okay, Tata.

No, Pablo. This time everything is not okay.

Sweetheart, if Pablo says everything is okay,

- it's because everything is... - Was I talking to you?

I'm talking to my husband.

That was very close, Pablo.

And tomorrow, what?

Do you want your children to watch those men kill you?

No one is going to die, Tata.

I am dealing with it.

How, Pablo?

Tell me how.

Negotiating?

Yesterday, they nearly killed you for negotiating.

If you are going to fix everything, fix it for good.

Don't worry.

You know, in all the years I chased Escobar,

I could count on one hand the times we almost had him.

And each time, we forgot the two most important things

we already knew about him:

Close doesn't count.

And Pablo is never more dangerous than when you almost have him.

With all the cops on the street, it was easy to forget...

this was still Escobar's town.

He tolerated it all in the interest of negotiations.

Chasing a man and his family out of their home

in the middle of the night?

That wasn't a negotiation.

To Escobar...

well, that was an act of war.

Ready.

Boss, everybody is ready. What's the order?

Do it.

Yes, sir.

- Huh? What's up? - Ready.

- All right. - Okay.

We're ready, sir.

Come.

Step on it!

Do it, brother.

It's cold, you fucking fag!

Kill him! Do it, bitch! Kill him!

Aah!

Peña!