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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

THE FOLLOWING IS A FICTIONAL STORY
INSPIRED BY

SURVIVING ESCOBAR
BY JOHN JAIRO VELÁSQUEZ VÁSQUEZ.

CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS HAVE BEEN
ALTERED FOR THIS PROGRAM.

CAPITAL PRISON

DRUG TRAFFICKERS CELLBLOCK

Come in, Piojito.

Hi, boss. Excuse me.

I have news for you about Doña Lorenza.

Go ahead.

My people think that
she's doing some things out there.

What kinds of things, bro?

Well, business, moving merchandise.

Really?

Who are these informers
that are talking such bullshit, bro?

Well, the guy who told me
is a nephew of mine, boss.

I trust him completely.

Honestly,
I don't think he'd make up stories

about the boss lady doing business.

And especially not
in such a blatant way.

Get out of here.

And run, don't walk.

With your permission.

- I think you're in the wrong spot.
- Counselor Mónica Machado?

- And you are...
- A friend of a friend of yours.

I have a gift for you.

On behalf of Mr. Iván Urrego.

He wants you to know that he values
your work.

Hey.

"Thank you for your time,
dedication, and professionalism.

Iván."

This is bullshit.

Hello, Counselor.

Counselor, I have news
from Mr. Clemente.

CAPITAL PRISON

Turn left.

Turn right.

Why?

Why did you do this to our mother?

Danilo, look at me.

Look at me.

What did you do?

Excellent.

Very good work, Detective. Thank you.

It's a pleasure, as always.

You know, whatever you need,
you can count on me.

- Of course.
- Excuse me.

Go ahead.

- Hello?
- Counselor,

turn on the television
and put on the news.

According to the latest reports
from the medical examiner,

there have been ten violent deaths
reported during the last few hours

here in the Bogotá Capital Prison.

According to sources
close to this reporter,

these deaths are not isolated incidents...

- Shit.
- but are part of an internal war

between the guerrillas
and the paramilitary

that is at risk of intensifying
over the next few days.

CAPITAL PRISON

There.

Your car is safe.

It can be picked up at that address.

You didn't like the gift?

Why are you disrespecting me?

I made it clear from the beginning

that this was a gift
because you're a very good lawyer,

because you do an excellent job.

I'm going to propose a deal.
Why don't we break the ice?

So you can see
that I'm an elegant man.

Your wish is my command.

You could arrange permission,
go to my cell...

Look, Don Iván.

Don't get the wrong idea.
And stay right there.

I need you to leave.

You started out nice, and then ruined it.

I want you to know one thing.

No woman has ever rejected me.

- There's always a first time.
- You're fucking kidding me.

Guard.

- Come with me, sir.
- You're fucking kidding me.

Door.

- Counselor, how are you?
- Don't say anything.

Don't say anything.
I'd rather not know anything.

About what?

I know you're involved
with what's happening here.

No, this is a jail.

People die here every day.

All right, whatever.

Whatever, don't do anything.
You don't have to do anything more.

Hmm?

The thing with Clemente is under control.

Listen. The watchman is passing by
every ten minutes, asshole.

There are no cameras, no dogs.
This will be quick, bro, right?

Get ready, then.

What about the guard at the entrance?

No, don't worry, bro.

We're going to take down
all of them at once.

No one will get out alive.

Someone's coming.

All right, okay.
Get ready, boys, get ready.

Oh, fuck. This is weird. Who is it?

Who is that, damn it?

Shit, bro.

Hold still, boys.
Isn't that Iván Urrego's wife?

So what? We're going to
take that bitch down, too, man.

- What?
- Relax, idiot.

This is fucked up,
we have to call Pope right away, bro.

Bros, stay alert.

Get moving.
The dance just broke up.

Come on.
We have to call Pope, damn it.

Let's ask that asshole
what's going on.

Come on, come on.

I already have everything ready.

The goods are packed.

The plane can leave
when the weather improves.

And you know what?

You and me...

are on the way up.

There are very few things
that make me hot quite like money does.

Oh, really?

Well, you know what?

You're going to get burned.

You won't know
where to put all the money

- you're going to make with me.
- Oh, really?

Swear to me.

I promise I'm going to heat up
your bed every day.

Really? Well, heat it up.
Heat it up, then.

Piece of cake!

Show me why they call you "The Colt."

- Because I'm the best.
- That's it, shake me up.

I'm going to show you
what a real man is.

MINISTRY OF JUSTICE

Clemente.

I don't have time now.
I'm meeting with the Minister.

I don't have time
for your games, all right?

It might be the last meeting you have
with the Minister.

I've heard rumors
that you're going to get fired.

Well, that might be true,
but you know what? I'm at peace.

I can sleep in peace,
my conscience is clear.

I worked for the truth,

- I worked for justice.
- Oh, so sweet.

All right, look. You already know
what I can and what I cannot do.

And how about I have a talk with
Vice Minister Molina

so that he doesn't fire you?

I can convince him that you're
the best person

to be heading up the Capital Prison.

Counselor, I thank you, really.

But I don't need anyone to defend me,

and believe me,
if I ever needed a lawyer for that,

you would be the last person I'd consider.

Oh, Clemente.

I'm not saying that I'll defend you.

What I'm proposing is a deal,
in which we'll both end up winning.

I don't make deals, not with you,

and especially not with Mr. Velásquez,
all right?

You're mistaken...

because it's much easier
than you think.

Look, you stop insisting that J.J. be
transferred to the Valledupar jail,

and I promise you that I'll
move heaven and earth

so that you can stay on
as director here.

Wouldn't that be good for you?

Especially now that your brother-in-law
Danilo is an inmate there.

Look, Counselor.

I'm very busy with everything
that's happening here.

- The war right now...
- That's exactly it.

John Jairo Velásquez can stop that war.

So let's make the deal.

And Mr. Velásquez will stop the war?

- Yes.
- How?

Ah...

Listen, bro. We had the party ready.

Everything was set up.
We were about to set off the fireworks,

when this woman shows up,
the wife of that guy from the Valley,

the guy that you live with there.

We had to turn it all off and leave.

What?

What was she doing there?

Putting a saddle on that colt
and going for a ride.

Tell me if we should go in
and light it up.

I can turn on the system
and start the whole big celebration.

Just say the word.

No, no, bro.

Let's wait. I don't know if don Iván knows
what his wife is doing.

At least we know
where that midget is, right?

God bless you. A big hug.

Counselor, you have a call.

- For me?
- Yes, Counselor.

- Thank you.
- Excuse me.

Excuse me.

- Yes, hello?
- Hello, Counselor.

Ah, how are you, don Iván?

Well, this poor soul here
is suffering from rejection.

Because you didn't want
to accept my invitation,

not even for a drink, or a visit,

or anything. And I'm sure
you're having a drink

with some elegant guy, yes or no?
Who are you with?

Look, from now on,
I am no longer your lawyer. Understand?

No, list...

Passion is great. Right, beautiful?

Zafra, do me a favor.

Go buy yourself a bottle
and keep the change, boy.

- Yes, boss.
- And take your time.

This is what it means
to be really fucked, right?

Being stuck in this hole...

with a girl as pretty as you,
with those big eyes.

- Don Iván.
- I bet they see everything.

- Right?
- Respect me, Don Iván.

- Let me do my job.
- What's the problem?

What's the problem?

What's the problem?

PARAMILITARY CELLBLOCK

- Get up, Don Abel.
- What the fuck? What's going on?

- Come on!
- Look, you forgot who's paying you.

- Nothing is going to happen to you.
- Let me go.

GUERRILLA CELLBLOCK

Galeno, Galeno.

Wake up, we're going. Come on, let's go.

- All right, gentlemen.
- Wait.

- Move it, sir.
- What the fuck is going on?

Is Clemente already starting
with his shit?

Quickly, quickly.

- Fuck you.
- Let's go, come on.

Guerrillas, guerrillas.

Watch it, they're taking us out.

Either this fucking war ends today...

or the three of us kill each other here.
You decide.

Stop acting like such a prude, baby.

Careful, asshole.

What's wrong with you?
Watch what you're doing.

Careful, asshole!

Peace?

Fuck your peace, J.J.

Oh, brother.

It would be best for all three of us
to make a truce here.

Stop talking such bullshit.

You think you can make a truce
with a potato peeler?

Don't waste my time
with these theatrics, really.

Galeno.

Mahecha.

You both are intelligent people.
We can get something out of this.

Improve the lives
of everyone here in jail.

Look, J.J.

You think we're going
to stop this war

for some simple conjugal visits?
Don't take me for such an asshole.

With these guerrillas,
we kill each other, we don't negotiate.

Oh, good, I like that.

You finally said something
sensible and reasonable, Mahecha.

But wars end when they end.

And this one still has
a long way to go.

Gentlemen, drop all that.
Get out of here right now.

- Drop the weapons. Guards.
- All right.

- Take them away.
- Let's go.

- Hurry, get out.
- Out.

- Mr. Velásquez.
- All right, all right.

What was I thinking in accepting
your wonderful mediation?

Peace isn't achieved in one day.

- You'll never achieve your peace, sir.
- Don't give up now,

- we're just starting.
- No, sir.

This is over. Start packing.
We're both leaving here.

You can't break our deal.

A deal is one thing,
a favor is another.

I'm not going to do a favor
for any criminal.

My days here are numbered,
and so are yours.

Your transfer is in progress.
Take him away.

- Give me two days.
- Take him!

- You can't do this.
- Quickly.

- You can't do this.
- Take him.

Clemente...

All right, get out of there,
that bed isn't yours.

What's wrong, Pineda?
What do you mean?

- I paid don Iván Urrego for it.
- Urrego isn't the boss of the jail.

And you. Move, come on.

What's going on, Guard?

- I'm fine here. Relax.
- Prison management assigned you this bed.

Use it.

But I'm fine here, Pineda.

Why don't you let us rest?

Ooh! Pineda has a crush on you, bro.

- Shut up.
- Shut up what?

Go to sleep, don't be a jerk.

Peace isn't achieved in one day.

You'll never achieve your peace.

My days here are numbered,
and so are yours.

Your transfer is in progress.

CAPITAL PRISON

What's the problem, Clemente?

You're going to bother me
just for touching a nurse's ass?

The nurse is in forensics
with physical and psychological injuries.

Nobody gets injured from being loved.
You have to learn about women.

Well, when you like them,
you worry about that.

Send me back to my cell, I'm very tired.

- I'm very sleepy. Come on.
- Look, sir.

The nurse is charging you
with violent physical assault.

For rape, sir. And in your situation,
that's very complicated.

Don't fuck with me.

If you're the secretary,
I'm the boss.

I pay for your Christmas bonus,
so put her on right now.

Listen to me.
Don't make me waste my time.

Put someone on and do it now.

Because I need to speak
with Counselor Mó...

This bitch.

Piojo.

- What's wrong, boss?
- That bitch secretary hung up on me.

Well, with all due respect, sir.

Why do you keep begging that bitch?

There are plenty of lawyers.

There are a lot, but she's the best, bro.

I'm going to need her,
because with this fucking mess

that I've gotten myself into
we need a lawyer of that caliber.

The thing is, when you're after
a piece of ass, nothing can stop you.

We need to get her.

What if we solve this little problem
with the nurse another way, boss?

Wait a minute there.

Why don't you take me to the cellblock now
and be done with it?

Eat first.

I know that the commissary food
is horrible.

Don't you understand that I'm in jail?

Why don't you just treat me
like a regular inmate?

We're not school kids anymore,
you don't need to be babysitting me.

Cecilia...

I want you to understand.

Look, as soon as anyone here realizes

that you and I are brother and sister,
we're fucked.

So leave me alone.

Oh, I...

I'm sorry I put you in this position.

CAPITAL PRISON
PARAMILITARY CELLBLOCK

We're fucked with
all of the shortages, Commander.

We can't attack or defend ourselves.

Abel, remember that you
and your men are not alone.

You can count on the support
of all my people.

All I ask is that you hang on.
Better times are ahead, man.

- Better times?
- Yes, sir.

The weather is going to change.

I'll get it to you another way.
A more reliable way.

All right, Commander.

I don't know how to stop this war.
It's driving me crazy.

Look, don't lose hope, John Jairo,

because the most important
thing in any war,

are the interests of all the parties.
And you know what?

What I think is that...

you didn't know how to really
get through to Galeno and Abel.

I'll tell you one thing:

those guys will sell their ideals
for five pesos.

Of course the paramilitary
are organizing something.

They're not so stupid.

The good thing is that
the secretariat has confirmed

that they're going to support us.

Have you already devised
a plan, Commander?

It's already ready.

All we need to do is set it in motion.

Come closer,
and I'll show you how it will work.

So what are you thinking, then?
Tell me, and I'll do it right away.

I do have an idea.

Commander, it's very simple.

We're going to make a truce between
the paramilitary and the guerrillas.

And I promise...

to give you total control
of all the businesses in the cellblock,

the current ones and whatever
we think up in the future,

whether it's the commissary,
a chicken store, a meat store,

shoe store, restaurant,

- whatever you dream up.
- Don't make me laugh, bro.

You're talking about chicken shit
compared with what our organization does.

We don't need handouts from the commissary
to ensure the success of the revolution.

No, I know, Commander.
But think, this isn't about the money.

How about if,
for each day that your men work,

they get half a day less
on their sentence. So...

where are your soldiers
of more use to you?

Fighting in the forest for their ideals,
or stuck here in this pit?

You're just a hitman, J.J.

You know nothing of ideals.

No, bro.

We're not selling ourselves
for a few pesos.

Excuse me. See you tomorrow. I'm sorry.

Baby.

Hey, don't spend your money on taxis,
I'll take you.

- Let me go.
- No, you know what?

Relax. I don't like annoying women.

Get out.

If you're going to kill me,
don't torment me anymore.

No, baby. Relax, we only want to talk.

The boss wants to tell you
he's very sorry about what happened.

He wants to give you a little gift.

But you're going to
need to drop the charges, it's easy.

Now, tell me what you think
of this building.

Tell that animal that my pain
does not have a price.

Not with an apartment or with anything.

Baby, who's talking about an apartment?

What he wants to say is that
this entire building can be yours.

Oh, you don't like it?

Take the penthouse for yourself.

The penthouse is incredible, huh?

It's huge.
You could live there with your daughter.

And look,

it's even nice and close to the nursery
school you send her to, and everything.

And in that apartment there,
you could put your parents up.

Right now. Take them out of that
disgusting barrio where you have them now.

Imagine if some bad guy got in there
and something bad happened to them?

Come on, let's go.

It's all good.
Check out the lobby. It's fabulous.

What do you think?

Ramiro.

Anibal's friends, Don Iván.

Eat that sandwich.

What happened with the nurse?

All good, boss,
that problem has been solved.

Good thing we got that bullshit
out of the way.

What a fucking display of feathers.
The dove of peace himself.

I'm talking to you, faggot. Come here.

What is it, Don Iván?

You're an intermediary between
the guerrillas and the paramilitary?

Do you remember what I told you?

That here, you ain't shit.

You're seeing enemies
where there are none.

It's in your interest
to look at things differently.

Now you're telling me
what I have to do.

Open your eyes. I'm telling you
that your problem is outside.

Oh, really?
And what do you know that I don't know?

Your wife is fucking Potro.

Don't even mention my wife,
because I'll smash your face, faggot.

I'm only telling you so you realize
that the enemy is in your own ranks.

As if I didn't have enough problems, man.

You're going to let him
get to you, boss?

Huh? J.J. has a nasty mouth.

- You're right about that.
- Exactly.

We don't know what
he's doing out there.

We don't know if he's getting people,
if he could do something to Doña Lorenza.

You know, it's true, bro.

I want you, Piojo, in his head,
breathing down his neck,

watching his every move.

See what that asshole is planning.

Got it.

And put some people on Lorenza.
To guard her.

Done.

What, bro?

Time to fly, shepherds. Christmas is over.

Lorenza was not
the typical wife of a gangster.

She was willful, explosive, and perhaps
even more ambitious than he was.

But she wouldn't have dared
to go over his head

to try to take control of
her own businesses.

In the back. Go on, go on.

Well, captain?

- How's the little ship?
- We're ready.

Let's go, already.

May the Virgin be with you.
My future depends on you.

- You can count on it.
- Sir.

Let's go.

Oh, how fantastic, eh?

Look baby, with this...
we're on our way up, you hear?

There you go!

That's how I like you. Powerful.

- That's so nice, baby.
- We're going up, bro.

With you till the end, pal,
with you till the end.

- Till the end, dude.
- Boys!

MOUNTAINS OF COLOMBIA

- Sanabria.
- Yes, Commander.

- Come here a minute.
- Yes, sir.

I need you to organize a squad of
50 of your best men.

- Unmarried, and with assault weapons.
- Yes, sir, as you wish.

What would this be for?
For what operation?

We're going to liberate each and every
one of our heroes in the Capital Prison.

Commander, with all due respect.

Fifty men is not a lot of people.

Here, close to Bogotá,
we have an army, a police station.

This isn't like taking
a little town in the outskirts.

Don't be a coward. We're not
going to be the first armed organization

to make an incursion into Bogotá.

Remember, the guerrillas
took the Palace of Justice,

and the people built an altar to them.

But that that was not at all successful.

Sanabria,

our army is better prepared and
better armed than those seedy guerrillas.

How much time do we have
for this operation?

One week.
And one more thing, Sanabria.

- Yes, sir.
- We need heavy artillery.

Mortars, grenade launchers, dynamite.

We're going to take advantage of this

to eliminate every single one
of the guerrillas in the capital.

We need to get the goods in individually.

To set up a bomb inside there,
understood?

But what kind of device?

The usual, a bomb.

Batteries, connections, cables.

- Potassium chlorate, sulfur.
- Well, yes, I can get the goods for you,

but that's not just any weapon.

Oh, bro. You get what I ask you to get.

Follow orders and that's it.

That car has been following us
for a while.

Speed up.

Go faster, step on it.

Bro, she figured out
that we're following her.

- Come on, bro.
- Yes, sir. I'm on it.

That son of a bitch.
Get the gun ready.

Bro, step on it, dude.

I'm trying,
but this car won't go faster.

That's it, keep going.

And turn left at the next road.

Park here, stop, stop.

Did you see? It's Negro and Aníbal.

I'm sure my husband
sent them to watch what I'm doing.

Turn around, we have to lose them.

Do it!

I'm going to pour you a whiskey.

You think you're in your own house, boy.
You give orders and everything.

What's got you all tied up in knots?

Boss, the thing is,
I was talking with that asshole Aníbal.

He told me that he wasn't able
to follow Doña Lorenza's trail,

that he lost her in Valle del Cauca.

All the money we're paying him and he
can't even follow an old lady, that fag.

And that's not the worst of it.

Your lawyer Mónica is nowhere to be found.

Well, call her. That's your job.
I'm going to keep insisting over and over

until she answers the phone.

You call and you call.

The thing is,
I was talking with her secretary,

and she told me that
if you keep calling

Mrs. Machado is going to
accuse you of harassment.

What is wrong with this old lady?

I don't know.
You tell me, what are we going to do?

Sir, you can't go in
without being announced.

- I'll call again, okay?
- Sir.

There is a police station three blocks
from here.

Either you get out of here now,
or in 90 seconds you'll have

- a set of handcuffs around your wrists.
- Call in 60 seconds,

no problem, but I have a message here
from Boss Urrego.

Look. Here's another little gift.

If the show is over, you can leave.

Counselor, should I call the police?

What a son of a bitch.

I'm listening, Pineda.

NATIONAL PROSECUTOR

Detective, my brother is
an inmate in the Capital Prison.

I'm very sorry. What happened?

He's in for possession
and drug trafficking.

Oh.

I don't know if you came here to ask
me to help you out with something,

but you need to know
that there's nothing I can do.

I don't have the tools to do that.

It's not my style to go above the law.

- No.
- No, Detective, no.

We don't want you to go above any law.

We just want to ask...

if he could receive something
in exchange for his cooperation.

- Like house arrest, or...
- My brother isn't a bad man.

He made a mistake,
but we all know what it's like in jail.

The most bloodthirsty is the one
who rules.

I'm very sorry for what
you're going through with your brother.

But believe me, there's nothing I can do.

Justice does not give any special benefits
to those who haven't earned them.

I hope I've made myself clear.

Yes, I'm sorry.

We only came here
because this was my last option.

- Thank you.
- All right, I hope you understand

- as well as you can.
- Let's go.

- Good bye.
- Excuse me.

I would say I was surprised
at your boorish behavior, but I'm not.

What's the deal, Counselor?

Didn't you receive the full payment?

I didn't send you a bill.

It's so you realize the quality
of the person in front of you.

Someone who pays his debts.

I left the money with
my secretary in my office.

So you can send one of your thugs
to pick it up any time.

Why don't you drop the pride and just say
that what you really like is money?

I'm going to tell you something.

I don't like having my gifts returned.

So, what next, sir?

Are you going to send a hitman after me
or get me with a bomb?

What's your style?

If that were my plan...

you wouldn't be sitting there.

- No.
- Well, then...

tell me the price I have to pay
to not go to bed with you.

You only need to know...

that you made a mistake
in making an enemy out of me.

Is that so?

You know what? I'm not afraid of you.

I've dealt with people like you,
and worse.

Although, now that I think about it,
you are one of the worst.

You know, you're smart.

Not as much as you look,

but in the end, you know it's good for you
to have me as a friend and a client.

Now, you're the one who's mistaken.

Because if you threaten me like that,
I will never work with you again.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Listen to me, Mr. Urrego.

I'm not an enemy you want to have, either.
So, either you leave me alone right now,

or in a week, you'll wake up
inside a jail in the United States.

One week? In two days.

With all the problems I've had recently,
that extradition process is speeding up...

like that.

Go on, go on, and we'll see
who comes out winning, girl.

Your time is up, Urrego.

I have a meeting with some other clients,

so it will have to be another time.
Excuse me.

What a bitch.