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THE FOLLOWING IS A
FICTIONAL STORY

INSPIRED BY SURVIVING ESCOBAR BY
JOHN JAIRO VELÁSQUEZ VÁSQUEZ.

CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS HAVE
BEEN ALTERED FOR THIS PROGRAM.

COURT HEARING ROOM

Mr. Velásquez,

what is your defense this time?

What will you say?
Any new arguments?

That you're a remorseful man?

Are you still writing memoirs

or does trafficking
keep you too busy?

Are you confessing to any new crimes
to reduce your sentence, Mr.Velásquez?

At this time

John Jairo Velásquez,

Pablo Escobar's infamous hitman,

entered his hearing
on criminal charges

in which he is accused

of trafficking arms

and drugs.

Your Honor, in this
folder you will find

the confessions
made by the members

of the organization, the network,
run by Mr. John Jairo Velásquez.

I would also like you

to listen to and consider the
testimony recorded on this CD.

Certainly, we would have preferred
to have in the courtroom today

this particular
witness, but for...

obvious reasons of security, we prefer
to use this recorded testimony.

This wasn't the first, or the
last time, that John used me.

On his orders, I've brought
things to Capital Prison like...

money...

guns...

One time, he wanted me

to bring drugs, but
I didn't do it.

They did things the way they wanted.
They did whatever they wanted.

And the guards helped.
That's nothing new, right?

John Jairo...

was involved in Gabriel's death.

What I'm saying, Your Honor, is
that the evidence presented here

should adhere to
established forms.

And much of the evidence that the
Prosecutor has just presented

should be considered invalid,

as it was obtained
without due process.

What the Prosecutor
is presenting

are illegal recordings between
my defendant and his lawyer.

One moment, Your Honor.
Excuse me.

The attorney of record
for the accused,

at this very moment, is a
fugitive from justice.

Accused of the crime
of drug trafficking.

You yourself said it.

"Accused."

That means that as long as Mr.
Serrano has neither stood trial

nor been sentenced,

he should be described as the law
demands: as my client's lawyer.

- Your Honor, this is ridiculous.
- Mr. Prosecutor.

According to my argument, I
not only want to request

that the Prosecutor's
evidence be declared invalid,

as it pertains to conversations
that came from illegal recordings

of my defendant and his lawyer,

but also request that an investigation
of the Prosecutor's office be opened.

For God's sake! What is this?

The Prosecutor and all those
involved in this investigation.

It is clear that these
illegally-recorded conversations

violate my client's right to
privacy and a vigorous defense.

Cindy decided to cooperate.

Really? Did she say
where Serrano is?

No.

But she gave us some addresses
of possible hiding spots.

This time, we'll
do things right.

Like we should have done
from the beginning.

Hey, the first time...

You let Serrano escape.

And he was our objective.

So, I want you to visit
all those addresses.

I want to know entrances, possible exits...
I want to know everything.

According to Cindy, Serrano has
a very simple security plan

because he's on the run.

So bear in mind that, on all these
visits, you will be under surveillance.

And one more important thing:

only the people in this room
have access to this information.

So if we fail, there will be an
investigation. Is that clear?

Okay, sir.

Let's go.

After having listened carefully

to the arguments presented
by both sides in this trial,

and bearing in mind the
legality of the evidence

presented by the Prosecutor...

I hereby declare the accused...

guilty of all charges.

In this measure,

Mr. John Jairo Velásquez

from this moment

loses all of the
benefits obtained

by cooperating with the law
during his time in prison.

And his sentence
will be increased...

by an additional 20 years.

Court is adjourned.

- We have to do something.
- No, we have no options.

Unfortunately, there are
no more appeals left.

And, in all likelihood,
there is worse to come.

Yes, I know that. These
bastards want to extradite me.

Yes. I'm very sorry. I
did everything I could.

You didn't do everything.

If you'd listened to me,
had done what I said,

talked to the people I
told you to talk to,

this wouldn't be
happening to me.

But your fucking punk arrogance,

when you're too green to know how to
wipe your own ass, is ruining me.

What's ruining you

is that, despite the
position that you're in,

you still think that
you're untouchable.

I wish you luck.

Wait. Wait, let's talk
with the Prosecutor.

About what?

- I know things that could interest them.
- What kind of things?

- Things.
- About the Medellín Cartel?

About Pablo Escobar?

That's ancient history, John Jairo.
It's already been buried.

I have videos, I have names.

- I have routes.
- They already have all that.

The proof is the 20 years
they just gave you.

I'm very sorry.

You don't look it.

You don't look it at all.

Ana María, I asked you to come
here because I want to...

acknowledge you for your...

ability, your talent...

for not letting J.J. trick you.

I'm surprised. Thank
you, Counselor.

I pay attention to my intuition,

and it told me that he was
continuing to commit crimes.

If only we all had an intuition as...
stubborn as yours.

Yes, that's part of a
journalist's blood.

In any case, thanks to your
investigations and reports,

the Prosecution was more prepared
today than we ever could have hoped.

I'm glad to hear
that, Counselor.

What I am sorry about, though,

is that we were unable to prove
J.J.'s guilt in your father's murder.

Nothing is perfect.

In any case, I see this victory,
which is yours as well, Ana María,

as honoring the memory of Dr.
Bernardo Solozábal.

For now.

Dixon.

We have the report from
the advance party.

What does it say?

They found Serrano.

Do we have visual
confirmation of the target?

- No.
- Then what?

The guy who's always with him.

The guy who escaped with
Serrano when we did the raid.

It's up to you.

CAPITAL PRISON

Will you be getting your visa
for the United States soon?

I hope we have enough time

to convince you to spend the rest of
your goddamn life in an American jail,

and not here.

You dog.

What I need is your help
to get me out of here.

I can help you pack your suitcase,
pal, but that's about it.

No, I need you to speak
with the Secretariat.

And why do you think that a guy like
you will matter to the Secretariat?

I could matter quite a lot,

because I have a couple dollars
to give to a noble cause.

Understand?

Let them know they can have it.

We don't offer the type of
services that you're looking for.

Don't give me that bullshit now.

With that money, you can
do whatever you want.

You can buy guns, propaganda.

You can keep a nice share.

Really?

And you think I'm
going to help you?

Well, I think you can help me.

Weren't you the one who told me that
alliances in jail weren't worth shit

when I asked you for
help with Ximena?

So, eat shit.

Bro, I know. You caught me
at a bad time, understand?

What a son of a bitch.

GUERRILLA-CONTROLLED ZONE

Beloved comrade,

I know these are
hard times for you.

But I ask you to stay strong.

You wanted to fight
from Congress,

but destiny decided that it
would be from the underground.

These are the sacrifices that we
must make for the changes we want

in this country.

I'm yours, comrade.

"G".

There are a couple of
men guarding the area.

Be very alert.

Abort, abort.

What's wrong?

Some cars are
approaching the target.

What's happening?

They're the same
guys as last time.

I want to know who they are, and
what the hell they're doing here.

Yes.

Hey, gentlemen.

So good that you're here.

- Serrano.
- What's up? How's everything?

Fine?

- Excellent. Yes.
- And you, you're well?

I hope this little trip you
made us take is worth it.

It is. Come in. What are you drinking?
A nice whiskey, tequila?

What are you offering?

Whatever you want.

Great.

For the pleasure of having
you here, gentlemen. Cheers.

Cheers.

Dog.

All right, I know that...

your partners in Colombia
have had some big...

problems with the DEA, no?

Problems as big...

as the ones you've had.

Or not?

Well.

We know how the press is.

- They make a big deal out of nothing.
- Of course.

But right now our organization
maintains 95% of the production.

Have him prove it, Boss.

It's true.

With us, you can get back your
lost money like that, fast.

No, Counselor, you know what I think?
I think that...

what you want...

is to find a life preserver.

Lately, things for your boss
have become really fucked up.

Even more so, now that fucking
Alicia got busted here in Miami.

Well.

The thing with Alicia
was a setback.

What organization
doesn't have setbacks?

Of course! Who doesn't
have setbacks, gentlemen?

No, all of them do.

We understand perfectly
well, Counselor.

We understand so well

that maybe we stop this chat now and
finish it when times are better?

No, gentlemen. Things can
go well for all of us.

For you and for us, if
we start working now.

You know what, Counselor?

I don't like it when people
pressure me in business.

Good, because I don't either.

But we know that in this
business, time is money.

That's why I have a
proposal for you.

Right now, I can send you a
shipment at a very special price.

To celebrate this partnership.

And what would that
special price be?

You pay for the transport,

you keep the earnings.

And we send you a
shipment weekly.

Fuck!

- Fucking great.
- Fuck.

- Fuck.
- Careful, Counselor.

Are you sure?

If you're telling me the truth,

we can make a deal right now.

Excellent.

Excellent, excellent. Good.

I only have one condition.

Fuck.

Now the shit comes out.

What's your condition?

Your help in getting J.J.
out of prison.

All good?

Yes. All good.

This is your new ID, and the
key to your new apartment.

That's everything.

You're going to be a free woman.

You can get out and
enjoy your new life.

You know something, Agent Dixon?

A minute ago, I was
thinking that...

I don't want the day to come when
I wake up and realize that...

all of this was too
good to be true.

No, but it really is true.

You fulfilled your
part of the deal.

You gave us Serrano.

And this is the reward
for everything you did.

Let me ask you a question.

Did you already capture Serrano?
What happened to him?

Well, he's no longer
part of your life.

I wouldn't be asking about him.

And what's more,

I would advise you...

not to risk your new identity,

and especially not for a
criminal like Serrano.

Okay.

Yes, you're completely right.
It's better that way.

Cindy, I wanted to
ask you a question.

- What is it?
- Would you...

be interested in working
for us as an informant?

You have everything
necessary to help us.

Agent, the thing is, I
already did my part.

And you yourself told me
just a minute ago, I...

I'm a free woman.

So please, I'd prefer this.

Well, and what...

do you plan to do now
that you're free?

What will you live on?
What work will you do?

I don't know.

I'll think of something.

Well, I assure you
that whatever you find

won't pay you the kind of money

that we could pay you for
some good information.

I don't know, Agent.

Really, this isn't your problem.

I'll figure out what
I'm going to do.

Look.

The truth is that the
jobs in the United States

offered to us Latinos...

are the jobs that no
one else wants to do.

How about if...

we start right away?

What can you tell me
about these people?

I'll rescue you.

No fucking way!

Your business is doing
very well, bro.

What business?

What do you mean, what business?
The business you have with Alicia.

How much will you pay?

It depends on the quality of
the information you give us.

It must be pretty good if
you're making me this offer.

Or else you wouldn't
be doing it.

It's a good amount of money.

Now we understand each other.

Money in hand, ass
on the ground.

That's it.

How much?

This will be a
good thing, Cindy.

This alliance is
good for both of us.

Max.

How much money's in the safe?

I have to pay an informant.

At this moment,

entering into the offices
of the National Prosecutor

is Don Bernal,

one of the most important members of
Colombia's citizen self-defense forces.

I can remind you that Don Bernal

was chief of the defunct
criminal group, El Águila.

Arriving at this location are
family members of his victims.

And in just a few moments, his
preliminary hearing will begin,

with the expectation that today

Don Bernal will be transferred
to Capital Prison.

Hey, there's our new boss.

Your replacement is here, Duván.

I'm going to tell you
one thing, Ancízar.

On the outside

that guy is used to doing
whatever he wants.

But in here, things have
a different price, bro.

With Commander Abel's death, I'm the
one who's running this shit now.

So either Bernal accepts
his new commander,

or he's fucked.
It's that simple.

I think the one who's
fucked is someone else.

If you want, I'll use
you as an example.

Stop babbling bullshit.

This is José Jiménez.

This guy is Higuera.

And the tall one is Édgar.

I think he's the one
in charge of them all.

Do they work for Alicia?

No, not for Alicia.

They work for the
Lord of the Skies.

Or at least, that's
what they told us.

They wanted to pressure us, said
they were going to kill Alicia.

And they were going
to kill us too if...

If Serrano didn't make
a deal with them.

Exactly.

They wanted us to sell them the drugs
that we'd been selling to Alicia.

Well, not to them. To
the Lord of the Skies.

You are hereby notified

by the Supreme Court of
Justice of Colombia...

of your extradition...

to the United States of America.

In all honesty, I can tell you

that for us, this is a triumph.

A bitter one, but a
victory nonetheless.

For the country,
but most of all...

for the many...

many victims that your macabre passage
through this life has left...

who've spent years praying that
this day would finally come.

I also want to view it as...

a way to honor the
memory of the soldiers,

police officers and
government agents such as...

Detective Durán...

who gave their lives...

courageously...

fighting against
such horrifying rot.

Although, I understand

that you are nothing more than
a miserable tool in this...

perverse war against drugs that
we have had to live through.

And that it needed a...

cynical...

and shameless...

son of a bitch...

like you.

Extradition...

Extradition...

to the United States of America.

Shameless.

Son of a bitch.

We interrupt this broadcast

to bring you a press release just
put out by the Prosecutor's office,

confirming the extradition of
John Jairo Velásquez Vásquez

to the United States.

In the next few days,

Popeye will be transferred to
a maximum security prison.

For more news on this story,

tune in to our broadcast
this evening at 8:00 p.m.,

when we will have more details

on the future of this
controversial drug trafficker.

Door.

Hands.

Door.

Inside.

Gentlemen.

Mr. Bernal.

- How are you doing?
- Fine, sir.

Oh, good. Duván.

Bernal.

How are you?

A lot of changes
around here, no?

Yes, sir.

New guards.

New warden.

New rules.

But nothing that can't
be fixed, right?

All right, boys.

I'm going to put you
to work right away.

I need you to get me people.

And two guys to stay with me day
and night, watching my back.

Now that I think about it, you
two would be good for that.

You think so?

Of course, Duván.

Who better than you two? You
know how everything works here.

And also, you know what?

I need someone to taste my food.

What's worrying you, Bernal?
That someone might poison you?

What a stupid question, Duván.

Don't you know how
enemies are, bro?

What do you want? Someone to climb
through a hole and kill me in here?

Oh, of course.

Since you don't want to get killed, let
some other jerk get fucked, right?

What's the problem, bro?

What's with that tone
of voice you're using?

It's the tone of the man
who's been in charge

since Abel's death. What
do you think of that?

Who's been in charge? You?

Yes, me.

A poor bastard errand boy?

You didn't even go
to school, Duván.

You only know how
to follow orders.

Things have changed, Bernal.

The prison is not the same.

Neither are the guards.

Or the idiots that the Commander
left locked up. You know what?

I've had to eat a lot of shit
in here to get to where I am.

And I'm not gonna let some asshole cripple
who just arrived, no matter who he is,

try to claim what
he doesn't deserve.

What he hasn't earned, bro.

How about this stupid
son of a bitch?

Don't try your luck, Duván.

Mistake, Bernal.

The one trying his luck is the guy
talking to his new boss like this.

You don't even get
to say shit to me.

Escort Mr. Bernal to his cell.

So he won't say that we're not
welcoming to new arrivals.

Look, Mr. Bernal.

Duván is a poor idiot

who wants to hang on to power
he's never had before.

So?

Look, you're the boss.
I'll do whatever you want.

But killing someone in this
jail only brings problems.

Things here have changed a lot. The
guards aren't the same as before.

They're breathing down our necks.
They won't bend the rules.

And if someone gets out of line, he
gets punished like a dog in church.

Don't tell me you're scared?

Well, yes, sir.

They've given it to us hard.

Look. Take him, for example.

That guy

has gotten so many beatings
since the new warden arrived,

that, in my opinion, he won the
lottery with that extradition.

Are you a complete idiot? How can you
compare a gringo jail to this one?

Comparable or not,

that faggot couldn't last another
month at the rate he was going.

Believe me, the shit they've
done to him is terrifying, sir.

But it's up to you.
You're in charge.

The thing is, they don't want Bernal
to gain power inside the jail.

They don't want him to
gain more power inside

and become the headache
that Abel was.

That won't happen, Correcha.

First, because those two
aren't anything alike.

And second, because
we're blocked here.

These guards aren't
like the ones before,

when the paramilitary could
take control of the jail.

Yes, but you know very well
what the Secretariat thinks.

Tell the Secretariat
not to worry.

I will take care of
Bernal personally.

What can you tell
me about Ximena?

You know what life is
like on the mountain.

It's good that Ximena is so
determined and disciplined.

And in the end, that's what earns
points with the Commander.

Well.

- Cheers, gentlemen.
- Cheers.

Go ahead.

I'm all ears.

Well, Counselor.

I spoke with my boss.

And let's say that my boss found
your offer very tempting.

Good.

My boss will agree

that in exchange for you
giving us all of the drugs,

he will finance an operation to get J.J.
out of jail.

Excellent.

- You like that?
- Excellent.

Excellent.

It's just that now a little
problem has come up.

Oh, fuck.

Fucking lawyer. This
asshole is too much.

That little problem...

wouldn't be an extradition?

Oh, no. Fuck that.

So it's true that the fucking
gringos want your boss?

Which side?

- We're doing everything possible...
- Don't treat us like jerks, asshole.

If the fucking gringos have a hard-on for
putting your boss in an American jail,

they won't rest until
they have him.

Look, the thing is that...

we not only need your
help and your logistics

to get J.J. out of jail....

No.

We need you to be part
of the operation.

The thing is, J.J.
in jail is useless.

But outside, he's a gold mine.

For everyone.

- There's no more? That's all?
- No.

After that, the Mexican left.

He made a call that we
couldn't intercept.

And then he returned to
shake Serrano's hand.

And what does that mean?

That the Mexicans must be
preparing a trip to Colombia.

- They're going to help?
- Well...

They know that an alliance with someone
like J.J. is good for them, right?

So then, what do we do?

Do we give the order to arrest
them before they get to Colombia?

No.

No, let's let them go.

Let's let the Mexicans
go for Popeye.

Look what you did,
you big faggot.

Don't worry.

I'm not going to beat you. The warden
told me you've already been punished.

I'll tell you one thing.

You gotta have big balls to
pull the stupid shit you did.

I know, bro. I know.

I know I made a huge mistake.

I'm sorry, you hear?

But I want to make it up to you.
I have a deal for you.

Get me out of here and you'll
have a million dollars, okay?

Wait for me outside, Cepeda.

You really have to be desperate

if you think I'm going to
accept a deal like that.

Even someone as straight
as you has a price.

- Everything in this life can be bought.
- Yes, of course.

Including death.

That's what happens to anyone
who does business with you.

They end up with a
slug in the head.

Don't worry. Sooner or
later you'll get it.

And who's going
to give it to me?

You?

- I'd love to, my friend.
- Well, that would be difficult.

Because your days in this
country are numbered.

What you should
do is go to hell.

Tell me something, Velásquez.

What scares you the most?

That you'll never
touch a woman again?

Twenty-two hours a
day in darkness?

Or that you're going to be in
solitary for the rest of your life?

You know what I suggest?

Shoot yourself.

Put a slug in your own head.

Of course the gringos won't let you.
They'll be on top of you.

Pray.

Pray...

to have the strength to withstand
all the shit that's coming to you.

Ambush the Lord of the Skies?

That's it.

At what price?

Well, we'd have
to take a gamble.

Involving what?

Using J.J. as bait.

What are you proposing?

Well, asking J.J.
for an exchange.

Benefits in exchange for bringing
us to the Lord of the Skies.

J.J. is no longer a
dangerous criminal.

He was a thug, yes. He was
Escobar's right-hand man, too.

But he's finished, whereas
the Lord of the Skies isn't.

We would be taking
a very big risk.

Yes, but it would be worth it.

What's worth more for
our government, Agent?

A criminal in decline?

Or the man who's moving drugs
throughout the United States?

You are hereby notified

by the Supreme Court
of Justice of Colombia

of your extradition...

Extradition.

Extradition.

Pablo Escobar and J.J.
cruelly murdered many people

trying to stop their
own extradition.

Nevertheless,

J.J. was just a few hours
from being extradited.

And most certainly he
thought, as did Escobar,

that he would prefer
a grave in Colombia

to a jail in the United States.

- Is it confirmed?
- No. They're not going to do it.

You know how they are.

It's an issue of national security.
It's Popeye's extradition.

I know.

Then why do you have
so many doubts, Tito?

Because it's just a
rumor, Ana María.

All right, a rumor,
but if it's true,

can you imagine if we
missed that story?

No, I need to be there.

I want to be there for
his transfer, please.

Look, if that will help you definitively
close the chapter on this guy

and work on something
else, go ahead.

Excuse me.

- 5-13.
- There's the bastards.

Here, 5-13. What's up?
What news do you have?

We see a police caravan. It appears
to be heading toward the jail.

Okay, don't lose sight of them, dude.
That's very important.

5-12, what do you
have for me, bro?

We see movement at the
entrance of the jail.

They're increasing security.

Understood.

5-7, what do you
have for me, bro?

There's a security operation underway in
the vicinity of the military airport.

Understood. Be alert, asshole.

Well, gentlemen. We're all set.

- You take care of the helicopter.
- Okay.

- Everything's ready to go.
- Yes, sir! Yes, sir!

- Cheers.
- Counselor, don't worry, you asshole.

- This is all set.
- I know.

Bottoms up.

Have another.

Pour him another. More.

CAPITAL PRISON

Door.

Stand up.

Come on. Move it.

Door.

The time has come, J.

Tonight you'll have the pleasure
of sleeping in your new cell.

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