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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.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-I'm looking for the book by Popeye.
-Of course, Miss. We just got it in today.

-All right, I want all of them.
-All of them?

There are 100 copies, Miss.

Yes, I want them all.

Okay. Name for the receipt?

Carolina.

-Restrepo.
-Okay.

-Be sure not to waste too much material.
-Caspa!

Be careful.

-Here, I'll help you.
-Thanks.

Oh, Holy Mary.

All right.

Hello, my love. How are you?

Fine. I bought this
in the Luxemburguesa bookstore.

Okay. How many did you bring?

-A hundred.
-All right, my love, do me a favor.

Help those guys count that stuff
and I'll start cutting,

-because we're really behind.
-Okay.

Come on, boys.

You know that we have to
send this out today, bro. Today.

Hand me that.

Can I help you?

Yes. I'm looking for the book
that Popeye wrote, do you have it?

We're sold out.

Sold out? It came out today.

Yes, it did, but a young lady came in
and bought up all the copies.

-Thank you.
-Anything else I can help you with?

Here, baby, give one to this guy.

Take this to the university
before the party

and the kids will buy it. All right.

Make sure she gets all the money.

You have family. You have a father,
a wife, kids, whatever, bro.

She gets all the money, nothing missing.

We don't want problems later.

Got it? Bring the money back, bro.
All right, go on.

Hey, you go downtown.

Make sure you don't sneak off,
you look kind of sketchy.

Go on, bro. Wherever there's a party,
there's money for us.

CAPITAL PRISON

Sir.

-Mr. Velásquez.
-How did it go?

The news couldn't be better.

In one afternoon,
all 3,000 copies were sold!

Just one afternoon?

Three thousand copies
in just one afternoon.

Well, well.

Look, please forgive my excitement,

but I've dedicated
half my life to this business,

and I've never seen this.

-Congratulations, Sir.
-No, thank you very much.

-I told you that this book would sell.
-Of course.

And what's more,

we already have to consider
a second printing.

The sooner the better.
I'll talk to the boys

-and we'll get started.
-Mr. Velásquez.

You'll have to excuse me for a minute,
and you must understand.

It's just that we're going to
have to print all of this edition outside.

Why?

It's a double run.

That's 6,000 copies, right?

Don't worry about that.

We'll do them all here.

-Or you do some, and we'll do others.
-No, Sir.

We'll do all of the books here.

Look, I understand perfectly well
about the work,

the re-socialization, and I agree. But...

we're talking about a gold mine,
please understand, okay?

And any delay in the process
could hurt the business

and then, we'd have a lot of problems.
So, I want to ask you--

Look, Sir, it's not a problem.

If you're worried about time, don't.

We'll work around the clock,
Sunday to Sunday,

but we'll do all the books here.

I won't negotiate on that.

Congratulations.

I'm certain that John Jairo
is still trafficking from inside the jail.

I agree, Durán. But we don't have proof.

I don't buy the story that
he's now a writer.

I'm absolutely sure that
he's doing something with those books,

and I want you to check it out.

-Are you onboard?
-Yes.

Count on it. Good day.

Caspa.

My love, you caught me by surprise.

Look.

-Wow, I don't believe this.
-Right?

-All this from just one night?
-Yes.

Oh, Holy Mary.

Roncancio's is missing.
He had a problem, it's coming.

Roncancio.

No, my love. I'm sorry,
but I warned those guys very clearly.

If he doesn't turn up,
we'll have to take care of him.

What?

Don't they know who Caspa is?
Didn't I warn them?

-Yes.
-All right.

DAYS LATER

Were you able to or not?

We're exhausted,
we haven't slept at all, bro.

Stop whining.
With all the money coming in,

we'll have to start weighing it.

Let me see.

Okay, pack up all these books
in boxes of two dozen to send out.

People are reading it a lot.

They love the book.

Just wait till they try it.

How are you, bro?

-Freeze! Get out of the vehicle!
-Detain those two.

Move in,
cover the entire perimeter, quick.

Turn around, come with me.

Quick, move in, let's go, quick.

Don't move.

Stay still.

He's here.

-We're right on his heels.
-He's here.

Retreat, boys.

Ma'am, tell me
where Manuel Romero is and I promise you,

I'll give you part of the reward.

-I don't know where he is.
-You don't know?

You don't know him, right?

You either?

He's here, you know?

Search every millimeter
of this fucking house.

-I want Manuel Romero, understand?
-Yes, Sir.

You heard, gentlemen.
Leave no stone unturned.

Quick, move!

Manuel Romero
was always second in command

in the Cartel del Valle.
First was his brother,

but when Genaro was captured,
Manuel became the big fish.

The only free capo.

That's why the DEA and the Search Bloc
concentrated all their efforts

on trying to capture him.

It was the last blow needed
to end the Cartel del Valle.

It was a triumph over drug trafficking.

Hope for the country.

Ma'am, look. The candles are still lit.

Manuel Romero is here.
Tell me where he is.

I don't know who Romero is.

You're lying, aren't you?

Boys, I want Manuel Romero.

There's a reward for whoever finds him.

-Let's go!
-You heard, gentlemen,

search every centimeter.

Move it.

CAPITAL PRISON

Stop.

Let me search, if you'd be so kind.

RodrÃguez, help him open the door.

GarcÃa, go check
the forms with him, please.

All right.

Close it.

Nothing, Agent.
We're wasting our time here.

We left no stones unturned,
we searched every corner.

That's impossible.
I know that son of a bitch is here.

-It's not possible!
-No, he got away from us.

No, Lieutenant.
This time, we're going to stay here.

Even if I have to use my own hands to
tear down the walls of this fucking house.

The walls.

That's it. Let's search the walls.

Come on, let's search the walls.

Mr. Velásquez is not in a social club.

This is a jail and there are clear rules.

He can't have visitors
whenever he feels like it.

I understand that perfectly well, Warden.

But this is a special case,
it doesn't happen every day.

Let me highlight it
with a press conference.

That doesn't change
Mr. Velásquez's situation.

He's a prisoner like any other.
He's not the star of this jail.

He's a symbol.

And we can use this to highlight your work
in re-socializing these people.

Look, that's not going to convince me.

This isn't a question of vanity or ego,
it's one of obligation.

I understand.

But I'm not giving up. Look, this is
a special case that's worth emphasizing.

You have to understand.

It's not only my revenue that's at risk,
but the revenues of many others...

including the jail's percentage.

Let me do a press conference.

Think about it.
Look at it as an investment.

All right.

I'll authorize one interview,
and one only.

And this won't happen again, understand?

-One?
-Yes, Sir.

Perfect.

Nothing, Sergeant?

Shit.

Agent Ramos.

I'm sorry,
but I won't wear my men out anymore.

There's no one here.

Sergeant,

gather your equipment and let's go.

Truth Behind Bars is the first,

the first of three books
I have planned here in my head.

Where do you see your books
in ten years, Mr. Velásquez?

Look, my friend...

in ten years, I see my books
being sold all over the world.

Especially in
the United States of America.

Do you regret your past?

I'm extremely regretful.

In writing, I found a way
to escape from my old life,

to help me survive.

And I want to demonstrate
to the people of Colombia,

and to the rest of the world,
that someone can make a mistake,

but they can also
straighten out their path

in order to find forgiveness,

but the most important thing
is to forgive oneself, you know?

Here. I think that's enough, don't you?

-Yes.
-All right, love, do it.

Okay, boys, how's it going?

You're under arrest for drug trafficking.

You have the right to remain silent,
anything you say will be used against you.

Arms out.

Fuck, I knew it.

I knew it.
Son of a bitch, they were tracking us.

-Sir. What's wrong?
-Hands up, everyone.

Against the wall. Don't move.
Tower one here to headquarters.

I need backup for a forced search.
Third Avenue at 45th.

Repeat, Third Avenue at 45th. Don't move.

Son of a bitch.

Fuck, he's dying.

You sure started off
on the right foot, sister.

He's from the Prosecutor's Office,
and you shot him.

-Not even I...
-Caspa, is he...

My love, here. Give that to me.
Give that to me, there you go.

Don't worry, honey. He's already gone.

He's already dead, come on. Sit down.

Sit there. Sit there, honey.

All right. Not even I started like that.

And what are you assholes looking at?

Get that stuff out of here.

You want the police to find it?
Grab everything. Pick that up.

We can't leave anything here, bro.

Relax, honey.
This is how it's going to go.

You need to snap out of it
and you'll be fine.

Well?

I'll give you some water.
We have to pick this stuff up.

Don't leave anything on that table.
We can't leave anything. Move it!

Headquarters to all units,
proceed to Zone Eight.

Repeat, proceed to Zone Eight.

Officer in danger
requiring immediate assistance.

Five-five, headquarters, on the way.

Come on, bro. Move it, we're out of time.

Look, put that stuff in the van.

Leave the doors open and light it up.

Ready to go. Come on.

Jennifer, honey, come on.
You've got to snap out of it.

You just made your first hit.
A fucking big one, girl, let's go.

-Caspa.
-My love.

What are we going to do with the body?

Jennifer, my love...

Hey, come here, boy.

Do me a favor
and help her into the car. Go on.

I'll take care of it.
Go on, don't worry about anything.

Come on, move it.

In these images provided recently
by the Search Bloc,

we see the moment in which the alleged
drug trafficker Manuel Romero Orjuela

is arrested by the authorities.
The alleged drug trafficker was found

hidden in a hideaway in one of
his homes in the Cauca Valley.

The Search Bloc needed
months of investigations

to find the whereabouts
of this dangerous criminal.

Remember that his brother,
Genaro Romero

was arrested some time ago,
also by the Search Bloc.

AnÃbal, come here.

CAPITAL PRISON

Are you sure?
Did they confirm the capture?

Yes, it's confirmed.

No fucking way.

Now we are really screwed,
we're in deep shit.

Piojo, you have to see this.

What's wrong?

Wait there.

Come on, bro, come on.

Guys, please,
go through all of that stuff.

You need to find it, now.

But what are we looking for, Caspa?

Jennifer, dear,
it's the same little device we saw before.

A little red light.
Look for it on the covers of the books,

in the bindings, everywhere.
Find that shit, find it.

If that shit's here, we're all fucked.

Turn that shit inside out, now. Find it.

My love, I'm listening, what's going on?

I'm looking.

Hurry, everyone, hurry.

No fucking way, Torres.

With this kind of search,
we won't be able to supply this place.

Is it my fault
that they found drugs on Danilo?

Look, take this.

Take it. I'm telling you,
this is more than enough

for you to solve this problem.

Be grateful this shipment had no drugs,

otherwise,
the whole business would crumble.

I'm filling your pockets, Torres.

You've got to think of something,
but these searches can't go on like this.

What am I, the warden?
He can search as often as he likes.

All I can suggest
is to stop working with drugs

and start selling shampoo,
combs, shit like that.

Maybe you can earn some money legally.

You really are an idiot, Torres.

Biting the hand that feeds you?

Huh?

You know what?

I'm gonna have to find another guard
who actually wants to earn some money.

Go ahead, find one.

I'm not risking my job for crap like this.

The paper cutters go there.
We need to set up the cutting table, bro.

Hey, the books go here.
This will be where we take them apart.

The intact books go here.

We need to get set up right away.
Come on, boys, hurry.

We need to make an inventory
of all these doses, got it?

All of these need to be completed.

We're going to start making money.

We lost one,
but we'll keep making money.

This can't stop. Come on, bro.

Cofi. Do me a favor. Go in the street.

You'll be my eyes outside.

If so much as a leaf moves,

if you even hear a mosquito buzz,
you let me know.

You're my eyes. Get on it, then.

You tricked me, you faggot.

That route you gave me
isn't worth shit, it's ruined.

Don't be an idiot, you know
you can't get one gram of coke in.

Holy Mary, of course it can get in.

Maybe you're just not capable.

Don't provoke me, J.J.

Or what, Piojito?

Let go of me, asshole.

This idiot is all talk.

The cellblock was too much for him.

No, let me go.

Who's the lackey here, the ball sucker?

You're some brave soldiers, my respect.

But working with this idiot,
your money's gonna run out soon.

Ask them if I'm right.

You're on your own, faggot.

Think about it and let me know.

Did you count it all?

Yes, we counted.

-We counted like ten times.
-And the stuff from the truck?

Yes, Caspa, we looked everywhere.
We're still missing some books.

The good thing is that there are no more
of those electronic devices.

The good thing?

Don't you realize how fucked up it is
that we're missing ten books?

But we're missing six.

Six, two, one book.

If they find so much as
one of those fucking books,

they're going to give
Popeye a lot more jail time.

And our fucking business
will be completely ruined.

But we still don't know
if they're in the other hideout.

We're fucked.

Caspa, I'm trying to be optimistic.

You think optimism
is going to do us any good right now?

And you know what else?

At any moment, Popeye can call
and find out what's going on.

Optimism?

Fuck your optimism.

NATIONAL PROSECUTOR

Right now,
we need to put things in their place, boy.

I'm going to start by
making that faggot Popeye pay.

I'm going to send him straight to hell,

so that he can keep
Counselor Machado company.

But, boss.

What you need to understand is...

urgent matters first,
then the important ones.

Oh, really?
And what do you think is urgent?

The business.
Your stuff, your jobs, understand?

You know, boss, out there,
Potro is taking control of everything.

And even of...

Of what, boy?

Say it.

Lorenza.

Of Doña Lorenza, exactly.

Whereas, Popeye, what?

In jail, for 20 years.
He's not getting out of there.

Isn't it more urgent to take down Potro
and get back what's yours?

Look, we'll take things one by one, dude.
Bam, bam, bam.

And especially now, Sir.

Now that you're dead,
and no one's looking for you.

Not even the Search Bloc
or the gringos, no one.

Agent, bad news.

There's no evidence of anything here.
And if there is...

-...it's all burned.
-Look, tell me something.

Are we sure that the body is...

Durán's?

I'm sorry, but yes.

Imbecile.

Son of a bitch.

CAPITAL PRISON
DRUG TRAFFICKERS CELLBLOCK

What's wrong?

We lost the secret workshop.

The police found us.

We were working...
we were working when suddenly

a guy showed up,
a detective from the Prosecutor's Office

named Durán.

He came,
and saw everything we were doing.

So then...

nothing. I killed him.

-You're fucking kidding me.
-No.

You're fucking kidding me.

Son of a bitch,
why the fuck didn't you tell me this?

We tried to call Torres,

but we couldn't get in touch with him.

How did he find the workshop?

With one of those electronic devices.

-Did you interrogate him?
-No, there wasn't time.

He showed up, he pointed a gun at us,

I arrived, I shot him six times,
because if not, we were screwed.

One more thing.

We're missing six books.

We don't know if they're still
at that workshop,

we don't know if the police have them.
We don't know shit.

Bye, doll.

We have to take down the lab.
Don't leave anything that can screw us.

We could get in huge trouble, believe me.

Put them away,
they've already been counted.

Come on, quick.

-Quick.
-Let's go, out, out.

Tell me about your relationship
with Detective Durán.

From the Prosecutor's Office?

Look, my friend,
I helped him out in everything he asked.

You can ask Clemente, the Vice Minister...

or Durán himself, if you want.

I went before the court
for the investigation he did on Bachué.

I also helped him on the issue of...

the kidnapping
of the ex-president's brother.

So if you came here to ask me a favor,

I'm willing to help out in any way I can.

Of course,
I need something in return. Understand?

That's not why we're here.

We're here to inform you that
Detective Durán was found dead.

He was shot six times in the back
and his body was burned.

And that's not all.

Witnesses said that, recently,

Durán had been
investigating your business.

I'm already used to being accused
of everything, no matter what.

So if you came here to try
to implicate me in drug dealing,

I'll tell you right now
that you're going to find nothing.

They already found the person involved
in that and sent him somewhere else.

And that was Danilo,

that guard's brother, Pineda's.
You knew that, right?

-No one's accusing you.
-That's what it seems like.

You think that I'm going to be so stupid
as to fuck up my book,

knowing that it's sweeping the country?

Don't take me for a fool.
You should buy it and read it.

Because you're mentioned
in it a few times.

Door.

The authorities...

We're going to keep making the books,
but clean, got it? Without anything.

Really, boss?
Without putting anything in them?

Clean.

We're going make them nice and normal,
so they don't catch us.

Got it? Until the law gets off our back.

-Did you hear from Caspa, boss?
-No.

And I can't call him from here.
All these devices are probably monitored.

Let's pray that
they don't find the stash. Keep on it.

NATIONAL PROSECUTOR

-Hello.
-Hello.

Well? What brings you here?

I have some sensitive information.
And I don't know what to do with it.

Well, start from the beginning.

The thing is, before he died,

Durán suspected that something strange
was going on with J.J.'s business.

The books he's making.

Something strange, like what?

I don't know, but he asked me to put
a tracker in one of the books.

He was sure.

The last we heard from him was when...

he called for backup during a raid
in the western zone.

Maybe it has something to do
with that tracker, no?

The Prosecutor investigated the workshops,

the products, the supplies, the vendors.

They reviewed
all of J.J.'s bank transactions...

and analyzed
Durán's computer and his notes,

and there's nothing to incriminate
Velásquez in the detective's death.

Did they check the receipts to see
if he's laundering money?

Everything. The guy is clean.

What about what I told you?

It could potentially backfire
because your testimony lacks validity.

You had personal problems with Velásquez

when you accused him
of selling drugs in prison.

-Your brother ended up paying.
-Exactly.

Ah, so it's my fault, now?
You don't believe me, huh?

You think that, having worked
more than ten years in this jail,

risking my neck, now I want to, what?
Incriminate a poor, innocent prisoner?

Miss, I'm just explaining how
the Prosecutor's office sees it.

There's nothing to show that Velásquez
continues to commit crimes from prison.

And with that, well,
my work for the moment is done.

What? You're leaving?

You're not even going to
find out who killed your partner?

Look, I helped with the capture
of the Romeros,

in the siege of Pablo Escobar,

I intervened when they tried to give that
ridiculous six-year sentence to Velásquez.

As for Detective Durán's death,

the Prosecution is in charge of that.

I have nothing to do with that.
Understand?

Yes, Sir.

Bro, I know that I promised
I would make you rich.

And I'll do it, understand?
I'm serious about that.

I already spoke to my lawyer.

And he said that neither
the Prosecutor's Office nor the DEA

or anybody has anything against us.
So we're safe.

Then what?
We're gonna set up the lab again?

No, we're going to wait
until things calm down.

And meanwhile, what?

We're going to set up
another business to bide our time.

-What business?
-Calm down, bro.

What's the hurry?
Pop open three beers, and I'll tell you.

Here are the papers you requested.

-Perfect, Miss...
-Tatiana.

Tatiana.

We'll begin with
a review of the bank statements,

the business references,
and once we hear back,

I'll call to assign you a telephone line

-and give you a cell phone. All right?
-Oh, my friend.

Why don't we save ourselves
all that formality and all that time?

I don't understand.

Don't worry, it's nothing.

Just a little gift.

So you can buy whatever you like,
so you can pay your debts,

so you can help your family.

You can buy whatever car you'd like.

It's just that, you see,

I need that cell phone right away.

And if you help me to save time...

both of us come out winning.

What do you think?

No, Clemente.
You have no idea what I'm feeling.

It's as if, somehow, I'm responsible
for what happened to Durán.

You're assuming that Durán's death
had something to do with Velásquez.

Look, they're already investigating him.

You heard the detective, right?
They didn't find anything.

He's printing some books,
he's reducing his sentence,

and he's becoming even more
famous than he was.

Whereas, Durán is a Prosecution detective
with enemies everywhere.

No, Clemente.

Deep down,
you know that J.J. is behind all this.

I'm going to give you
the same advice you gave me

when I was getting crazy
going after Velásquez.

Whatever happens outside these four walls

is the responsibility of the authorities,
not the prison guard.

Things inside are functioning very well.

The prisoners are working hard
focusing on their restaurants,

we haven't had any more murders.

The re-socialization is happening,
the journalists have credited me for that,

and so has Vice Minister Molina.
What more do you want?

Well, Clemente.

The fact that this guy doesn't believe
that J.J. had something to do

with Durán's death
doesn't mean shit to me,

because he never told me
he loved me or that he was by my side.

But for you to come to me
with that bullshit, I won't tolerate it.

-What are you saying, Pineda?
-No, what are you saying to me?

What are you saying?
What are you thinking?

What's wrong with you?

You know what?

I regret coming back to work with you.

I quit.

Goodbye.

CAPITAL PRISON
PARAMILITARY CELLBLOCK

J.J.

-Don Abel.
-There's a lot of gossip going around.

I heard that you've got
some of the latest phones.

Is that true?

DRUG TRAFFICKERS CELLBLOCK

It's true, Commander. Very true, bro.

They just arrived from
the United States of America.

And how does it work?

You can call any part of the world
from wherever you like.

From your cell,
if you want, it's wireless.

How much does one of these phones cost?

Can you get me one?

Well, that's very hard to do,
and it's not because of the cost.

The money is the least of it.

The issue is that very few
have come into the country,

so getting one is extremely difficult.

I can offer you several of my men
who can work with you

as much as you need.

And for free.

Look, J.J., I think it's time
that you and I talked business.

-Eat, don't worry.
-Excuse me.

All right, Commander.
I'll accept five of your men.

How much will you charge me monthly
to have access to one of those phones

wherever and whenever I want?

-You know the deal.
-All right, done.

Done.

I have to make a call to Barranquilla.
Can you help me?

I have nothing to pay you with.
I can pay you with work.

Look, go to the bathroom
and talk with Zurcido.

Go ahead and call.
You can pay me when you have money.

-All right?
-Thank you, boss.

You're very kind, thank you.

Paco, get ready,
it's the guy in black. Black.

Go, dude, go.

Hey. Get in the car.

Get in the car, get in.