Narcos

Bastard.

- Let's make a bet. I'm for the boss. - I'm betting on the boss, too.

This one is going to be easy. They always let the boss win.

That's true, but if someone's going to beat him, it's this guy.

Tell me something. Are you a pussy?

Son of a bitch.

- What's going on? - You're a little slow, son.

Careful, son, careful! Keep looking forward, son!

Oh, shit!

All right, boys, start getting that money out.

...eighty. I'm missing 20.

Looks like you won some money, eh?

Of course, we're enjoying ourselves, boss.

Very good, son.

- Very good. - What? Did he get pissed?

Hey.

Do you know why you won?

That little trick. The same one, right?

Don't be an idiot. You know why you lost, Pablo?

- Why? - Hmm?

Because you're a very smart guy, but you're too stubborn. You understand?

What I understand is I don't like to lose. Especially because of tricks.

- Someone had to teach you how to lose. - Yeah, why?

- Very well, you son of a bitch. - Boss?

- A photo? - Sure, but not with that pansy.

No, no, no, no. You go over there. Over there, motherfucker.

Cousin, cousin, cousin, cousin.

It's because he doesn't know how to lose, but that's fine.

- Where are we headed, guys? - To the whores!

Look how they left this place.

We found both the guards. Stuffed into a trunk, burned alive.

Did anybody see anything?

We're sending spotters out, but... they either come back with nothing or...

- Or what? - Or they don't come back.

That bitch Judy Moncada did this.

But she couldn't do this alone. No fucking way.

The guys that came at me had high-end weapons.

Big ones.

Gringo shit.

The Cali cartel.

I fucking know it.

Those sons of bitches will regret it.

I will personally burn that fucking city to the ground.

We don't know that Pablo.

Until we know who did it, we can't attack the Cali cartel. It would be a mistake.

Get whoever we can out on the street. Give them cash.

And if anyone needs more persuasion, motivate them.

Put the word out. We're going to kill all the bastards who did this.

I know I hit one of them.

Let's hope he's still breathing.

Because then...

we can find out who that son of a bitch is working for.

- -

Colombia is a Catholic country, so Christmas is a big deal.

But the people of Medellín always take it to the next level.

And despite the manhunt for Pablo going on around them, this year was no different.

Call it faith, optimism, or stubbornness,

the people of Medellín thought they'd seen it all, but they hadn't.

In fact, they hadn't seen anything yet.

PABLO MERRY CHRISTMAS LOS PEPES

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Medellín was about to get a show they would never forget.

Good day.

In a letter sent to the media, a group that identifies itself as "Los Pepes,"

an acronym for "People Persecuted by Pablo Escobar."

...or "People Persecuted by Pablo Escobar,"

the vigilantes waging war on those associated with the notorious drug lord.

Mr. President, the media is asking for a comment on Los Pepes.

It's only a matter of time before it's made public.

Acknowledgment isn't the same as condemning.

Sooner or later, you'll have to make an official public statement.

They're doing God's work as far as I'm concerned.

- That can't be our official position. - It can be our official position...

Gentlemen!

Los Pepes is a vigilante death squad.

We'll take care of them when the time comes.

But for now, let's focus on our own efforts to catch Escobar.

I believe that's proven a big enough job for all of us.

Communications picked up conversations in the Manrique district

between Jairo, who is one of Escobar's sicarios, and his mother, who is ill.

We know Jairo is her only child and likely to visit her.

We'll continue to monitor the frequencies for further information.

One more thing.

I don't have to tell you that there's another group now operating in Medellín,

combating Escobar: Los Pepes.

Let me be very clear.

There must and will be a clear line between them and us.

- Understood? - Yes, Colonel.

Dismissed, thank you.

So Los Pepes is an interesting new wrinkle.

Well, are you surprised? Escobar's got a lot of enemies.

I heard from Messina this morning. There's a lot of eyes on them and us,

so she wants us to steer clear.

- Are you working for Los Pepes, Murphy? - No, I'm not.

Then I guess we're good.

CNP's been busy with wiretaps.

They picked up chatter from Jairo's mom here... and here.

Search Bloc won't be able to move until they get corroboration he's in the area.

Which could take days.

Even longer... for them to find the house.

I think... Jairo is planning a homecoming.

Maybe even today.

I'll see what I can find out on the streets.

- Hello? - Listen up, Carlos.

I have information that Jairo is going to his mother's.

For Los Pepes, it was easy.

They had all the man-on-the-street intelligence they needed.

If they'd heard a guy, take Jairo for example, was in a certain vicinity,

they just asked around and they'd find him.

But for us, well, we had to go door-to-door,

asking for help from people who don't tell cops shit.

- Police. Can you open up? - What do you need?

Open up. Hurry. Hurry.

Los Pepes, on the other hand, had no problems.

They were quite persuasive.

Sure, once in a while, we got lucky and picked somebody up.

But it was rarely the guy we were looking for.

Shh! Don't make me kill you in front of your mother.

Don't touch her!

Relax, mother, relax.

It was slow-going.

If you don't cooperate, we can't find your son.

But I don't know where he is. I didn't notice anything.

Do you have enemies here in the neighborhood?

I don't know. It was my fault that he was here.

He came to see his mother...

We're too late. Says they already got him.

We finally get corroboration on Jairo, Martinez orders the raid...

So?

Well, so, how does Los Pepes get here first?

Maybe he got followed.

Or the dumb fuck shot his mouth off and somebody else got lucky.

Mmm. That's it? That's all you got to say on that?

Yeah.

If it worries you, look into it.

"Look into it"? Right.

Nobody was looking into it. Why would they?

Pablo's crew was turning up dead all over Medellín,

and Jairo became the latest victim.

The terror that Pablo had spread across the country

was finally back on him tenfold. Los Pepes' method was working.

And you better believe it was getting to Escobar.

IN DEFENSE OF THE COLOMBIAN PEOPLE

What did you ask Santa for?

- A game. - Which one?

- The Joker game. - You think he'll bring it to you?

Dad?

Santa is going to bring me the Joker game, right?

Dad? Dad?

Pablo, my love?

Of course, Santa will bring you everything you want, like always.

Christmas without Christ.

Pablo.

I'm planning on going to the advent service tomorrow with the kids.

What? No. No one should leave this house.

I'm sure the kids would love to see the lights, Pablo.

The children are staying here and so are you.

Remember the first time you saw the fireworks?

My love, can you tell your mother she can't take the children to Medellín?

Mama, it's best for us to stay here.

It's been a month since I've gone to church.

I'm sure that God can hear your prayers from here.

Don Pablo.

Boss, they killed three more of our men.

They found Jairo dead next to the river.

- - Look, it's the Baccarat Crystal.

- Thank you. - Oh!

- That's also Baccarat Crystal. - Feel the weight. Look...

You can feel it's Baccarat. This is from the Lloredas, right?

How's it going, my love?

My love, look at what the Lloredas brought.

- Look, there's two. - The Lloredas always treat us well...

NEW DEATH SQUAD IN MEDELLIN

As gratifying as these displays may feel,

I'm not comfortable with these signs.

They invite too much attention and will lead to questions.

Our objective is to eliminate Escobar as efficiently and discreetly as possible.

Without a doubt.

No more proclamations or manifestos or letters to the media.

What about Miami?

We buy time.

Let him think he still has control.

Until the moment we take it from him.

- New intel from the embassy. - Thank you.

Centra Spike give us anything good for Christmas?

Well, Blackie's been getting calls from Envigado.

The son of a bitch has got a girlfriend.

Here, I'll give that to Martinez. I'm sure it's gotta get vetted.

Yeah, sure. Whatever.

What do you have for me?

I got something new.

- Blackie. - I like the way this is going, Javier.

He's got a girlfriend. She's pregnant, keeps calling. They're vetting it now.