Narcos

I'm sure you recognize some of these people, right? Agent Peña?

It looks like you raided the family album...

Mrs. Moncada.

Please, call me Judy.

Let me tell you...

before this son of a bitch killed my husband and my brother,

all these people were my friends. What do you think of that?

Well, it looks to me like you made some new friends. No?

We might say that we share a common goal.

- The same as yours, Agent Peña. - Is that right?

- Yes. -

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Wait, Javier.

I'd like you to listen to what we have to say.

You want to catch Escobar, just like we do.

But let's not lie to ourselves.

You haven't been able to get close to him.

The only play you had to get to him was using Carrillo.

And we know how that ended, right?

So, you're taking a break from burning down villages?

What we do is fill in for an absent government.

We're going to kill everyone close to Escobar one by one.

Until he's alone. With nothing.

What we want, Mr. Peña,

is to make Escobar understand he is not untouchable.

We want him to be afraid.

There's just one small problem.

Just one?

To catch him, we need the satellite technology and surveillance

that your government has, Agent Peña.

And I'm just going to... hand that over to you?

We have been partners for a while now, Agent Peña.

All the information that he gave to you, I gave to him.

We are simply making... a small adjustment.

Thanks for the drink.

Too much stupidity for my liking.

The Castaños can be useful.

I was talking about you.

Yes, Javier.

I'm a narco.

And I believe in honor and loyalty, like you.

Pablo doesn't.

Berna. Go get the car.

Are you going to give me a cigarette or what?

Mmm.

Well...

we really want you to realize, Agent Peña,

the potential of what we're offering you. Mmm?

Because, well... with all the information in the world,

you still have to be a policeman, right?

I know what it feels like when Pablo kills someone close to you.

What's that?

Information that would be very valuable to you.

That was very easy for us to find. Take it.

She's staying with a friend. That little girl, Maritza.

The woman that betrayed you and got Carrillo killed.

You'll find her there.

I told you we have an enemy in common.

If you change your mind, give us a ring.

Life goes on, right?

And for Escobar, that was a pretty good thing.

He remained at large, protected by an army of sicarios...

in a city that refused to give him up.

Pablo kept his lawyers working overtime...

continuing to negotiate his surrender with Colombian Attorney General De Greiff.

But it was bullshit.

Why surrender when you're holding all the cards?

He was free. And business was booming.

LEADER OF THE SEARCH BLOC KILLED

For those of us tasked with catching Escobar,

Carrillo's death was a punch in the gut.

- - But life went on for us as well.

Centra Spike was still busy gathering intel.

The brass was still reviewing and approving it.

And it was still finding its way to us.

But, shit, man...

you can have all the intelligence in the world,

but if nobody's there to act on it, what's it worth?

Nothing.

All it adds up to is a growing stack of unread files

on a dead man's desk.

We were back where we started: nowhere.

- - Look, Dad.

Let's see.

- Nine point seven. - Why?

I would've given you a ten, but here, next to me,

is an Argentinian judge who's very picky.

Very picky.

Why don't you jump in here with me?

If I dive in there, I'd splash all the water out of the pool.

Sir, Fernando Duque is here.

And you... And what are you doing, my little love?

That's it. Little kicks, little kicks. Like a little pair of scissors.

That's right, like a little puppy.

That's it, beautiful.

Hey, ladies.

My kids are in the pool. Does someone know how to swim?

- Yeah, boss, they call me "Flipper." - Flipper?

You talk so much shit, Blackie. You'd sink like a rock tied to a heavier rock.

Eat shit, Velasco.

- Velasco, I'm putting my trust in you. - Yes, sir.

Not in Flipper.

Flipper.

"They call me Flipper."

- What's the score? - Two to zero.

The National team is winning. We're killing them!

That's it!

Careful with that little dance. You're starting to put ideas in my head.

Love, who is picking up Carlos?

La Quica. He's on his way.

Hey, that smells good.

Pablo, the kids love this place.

- It's nice, isn't it? - Yes.

On your feet. Now!

I didn't know. I didn't know, I swear. Limón lied to me.

No, please. When they find me, they're going to kill me.

- No! No! - Stay still!

Please.

Do you think I wanted this?

They used me and they're throwing my life away.

You're breaking my fucking heart, baby.

You're all the same.

You don't listen. Nobody listens!

And all those people dying for no reason.

What's up, Peña? What should we do with her?

- - She's good with kids.

I'm so sorry for your loss, Mrs. Carrillo.

I keep wondering if it's better to know the truth.

I don't follow.

The things they said about my husband, about what he did before he was killed.

Did he shoot a child?

Did he kill that boy like they said on the news?

No. Absolutely not.

Your husband did everything in his means to get Escobar.

But he did not cross the line.

Well, that was rough.

- I just kept looking at her, thinking... - Hey.

It's not gonna happen to me, it's not gonna happen to us.

You want me to come home?

Just make sure you're still you when it's all over.

So three years in the jungles fighting FARC.

Hugo Martinez chose his own path a long time ago

and he hasn't deviated from it since.

He's methodical, favors procedure and strict protocol.

Do you think you can get him to do it?

How do you get a man to take a job that nobody wants? Don't get me wrong.

There was no shortage of brave men in the Colombian National Police.

But signing up to replace Carrillo as the head of the Search Bloc

would take a lot more than bravery.

Gaviria couldn't count on someone raising their hand.

It would take a certain kind of pressure to find the right volunteer.

Is that your father?

Over there with the president?

That's cool.

To all those present, it is my honor to present

the President of the Republic...

His Excellency, Don César Augusto Gaviria Trujillo.

Congratulations, Class of 1992.

Recent events...

contrast heavily with today's ceremony.

Each one of you has decided to sacrifice your personal interests...

and dedicate your lives to the service of the nation.

There is no higher honor...

than to serve your homeland.

- Colonel, how are you doing? - Very well.

I enjoyed your speech very much, Mr. President.

I'm glad. It was also for you.

Look, Colonel, in the last 24 hours, I've been discussing with my advisors

who should be at the head of the Search Bloc.

They mentioned many names.

But I would like it to be you, Colonel Martinez.

That's an honor, Mr. President, but at this point in my career,

- I'm sure you can find a better candidate. - Colombia wants to end this nightmare.

And I know you're the man to do it.

The nation deserves someone better than me.

Your son was one of the best in the academy. He's an excellent cadet.

He worked very hard. I'm very proud of him.

We asked the best in the class to join the Search Bloc.

And your son happily accepted.

I ask that you at least consider my request.

For Colombia.

- Carlos! - Tata!

Come on, come on. Let's see.

Go ahead.

- I can't believe it. Look at you. - Slowly, slowly.

I don't want any more visits to the doctor.

- Manuela, you're so beautiful. Look at me. - Look how tan he is.

- - He looks like a movie star, right?

Yes, boss.

- He looks like Tom Cruise. - Well...

Look at her, Pablo.

I can't believe you brought me from Miami to see my sister like this.

No. I'm just so happy to see you.

Oh, my God. Carlos!

Welcome, sweetie. I'm so happy to have you home.

Tonight, I am going to make the best meal this family has ever had.

Well, then... ready to go for a little walk?

It's incredible how much the children have grown, Pablo.

Manuelita is a princess. She is beautiful.

She's the one who controls everything around here. I just pay the bills.