Narcos

Okay. Here we go again.

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Let me break it down for you:

Four thousand soldiers...

a 250-man team of Colombia 's elite forces...

tens of thousands of rounds fired...

- seven dogs... -

and four fuckin' helicopters.

Pablo Escobar was surrounded in the middle of fuckin' nowhere.

There was no way he was getting out of this one... right?

Hey, Jimenez. Do you think the Special Forces guys killed him?

If he can even be killed, that is.

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What do you mean? What are you talking about?

I don't know. I heard they shot him 20 times.

They pumped him full of lead.

Then they burned his body and spread his ashes all over Medellin.

They say that he rose from the ashes,

and he went to the houses of each of the men who had shot him,

- and he killed them as they slept. -

- Bullshit. -

Quiet! Someone's coming.

We're soldiers from the National Army!

Stop and identify yourselves!

We're well armed!

Mr. Escobar.

I'm sorry, but we've been ordered to not let you through.

We have to take you into custody.

Son, I'm sorry to say...

unfortunately, I can't allow that to happen.

Excuse me.

You don't speak a word of this to anyone, understood?

Yep_

Life ain't fair, man.

Pablo Escobar? He was headed home.

As for me and Connie, we/I, we were in some deep shit,

and I hadn't even heard the news.

This is what I do. This is my job.

No, don't you dare say this is yourjob.

I know what your fucking job is.

And it doesn't entail being kidnapped by a Colombian drug cartel.

Listen, I'm sorry, I am. I know it must've been tough for you.

Listen, but Connie, I was never in any danger.

I'm here now, back with you.

Hmm?

All I want... is for us to be safe.

I want to get the hell out of this place and I want to go home.

- Murphy. - Escobar's out.

- What? - He's fucking out.

He took Sandoval hostage during the siege and when the army went in... he escaped.

Walked right out.

Pick me up in ten minutes. I'll meet you downstairs.

Escobar's escaped.

And you know what?

I was happy about it.

The fox was out of the cage and the hunt was on.

Yeah, it was the biggest law enforcement blunder of all time.

Fortunately, it wasn't our blunder.

This...

is an enormous embarrassment for all of Colombia, gentlemen.

So...

- how will we proceed? - Mr. President...

Mr. President, Escobar will surely attempt to reestablish himself within the city,

and we can't allow him and his sicarios to move freely.

So my recommendation, Mr. President, is that we occupy Medellin.

Flood the streets with officers. Conduct searches.

Close down the streets. Establish vehicle checkpoints.

Pressure him until he appears, Mr. President.

And who would conduct such an operation?

Colonel Pinzén, sir.

- He should begin immediately. - Of course, Mr. President.

- - Are you injured?

N0, I'm not hurt.

You know I couldn't talk to him.

I couldn't negotiate with Escobar.

- I understand. - Why did you go inside?

I sensed something was off.

Ariza said his orders were to secure the perimeter, that's all.

Well, he lied. I gave the order myself.

Go home and get some rest, but come back soon.

You know you're the only person I can trust.

Yes, sir.

It's all right, Tata. I'll be right back. Excuse me, Dofia Hermilda.

Boss.

- It's good to see you. - Lt's great to have you back home.

Very good to see you.

He's here. It's him.

- Praise the Lord. I knew it. I knew it. - How are you, brother?

Pablo!

Thank God.

- Oh, my son! - How are you?

- L'm all right. - You're all right?

- How are you? - L'm all right.

- You're all right? - L'm all right.

- I did everything I could, Dad. - I know.

I know.

I am very proud.

I love you very much.

It's Dad.

you and your family. May he always protect you in his holy glory.

Thank you very much.

You're great boys.

- Monitor the police frequencies. - Yes.

And don't bother me unless it's necessary.

As you wish, boss.

Very good.

Very good, gentlemen.

Very good.

Please take the things out of the car and organize them over there.

I felt I'd lost you.

You're never going to lose me.

And what now, Pablo?

What will we do now?

I did... what I had to do, Tata.

I'll take care of it.

We'll be fine, and content,

and happy, and together and united.

But...

Always.

Always.

- Tell me you'll never leave me. - Never.

Promise.

I promise.

I promise, my love.

Pablo Escobar has escaped from prison.

He is out of that prison again after a bizarre showdown between...

By morning, word was out on the streets

and all eyes were on Medellin.

This wasn 't just a manhunt... this was an invasion.

Gaviria was willing to go door to door to catch Escobar.

And we wanted to be a part of it.

After all, we represented America down here.

We thought of ourselves as the guys who could get shit done.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa... - Jesus Christ.

Agent Murphy, Agent Pefia. DEA.

I understand you're from the DEA, but I have to ask Colonel Pinzon.

Wait one moment.

- Name Pinzén mean anything to you? - No, don't know him.

You see this?

Well, it looks like we're not invited to the dance.

Gentlemen, wait here for a moment.

We'll let you in once the area is secured, understood?

Yeah, you mean when n0thing's left inside.

We're going to have to move everything.

- What do you mean by "everything"? - Everything. The labs...

the offices, the hideouts, the deposits... we're moving everything.

Boss, even the labs?

They're well-guarded. There's no problem.

Come on, don't you know what's going on at La Catedral?

The cops are going through all of the maps and documents you idiots left behind.

Now we can't trust anyone, you bastards.

Who are you calling a bastard, you son of a bitch? Huh?

We're... moving... everything.

- Right? - Yes, sir.

Yes, Don Pablo.

We're also going to need more men.

Last night we lost a lot of brothers.

- May they rest in peace. - Amen.

And one last thing.

I'm going to need a good driver with a clean record to drive me around the city.

He needs to be smart, fearless, and loyal.

- Done, boss. - Boss, I'm sorry,

but you can't risk yourself like that.

Yes, Don Pablo, I agree with Velasco.

I want people to know that Pablo Escobar doesn't hide like a rat.

Because we...

are the Medellin cartel, motherfucker!

Now keep in mind...

the Medellin cartel wasn 't just one big gang.

It was made up of a bunch of smaller gangs.

A collective, so to speak.

And as far as Pablo was concerned, he was still their leader.

In his mind, every trafficker in Medellin had to pay tribute to him.

Only a guy who'd killed thousands of people

could think Judy Moncada would forget what he'd done to her husband Kiko

and his business partner Fernando Ga/eano,

the guys who were running his business while he was inside.

Fuckin' psycho. He thought that they were stealing from him...

and naturally, they got the short end of the stick.

Pablo, no!

You believe whatever the fuck you want to believe, you son of a bitch!

Why he thought Judy'd be okay with that...

Well, she wasn 't.

And alongside her brother Jaime, and head of security Diego Murillo,

a.k.a. Don Berna, they'd broken away from the Medellin cartel.

And now that Pablo was out, they wanted payback.

And as for the other gangs, they were all up for grabs.

Take the Prisco brothers, for instance.

The oldest of whom, Ricardo,

was a respected member of the medical community.

He didn't know who to side with.

Neither did the Gal/en gang,

who became famous a year later

when they murdered Colombian soccer player Andres Escobar

for accidentally scoring a goal against his own country in the 1994 World Cup.

But this wasn't a soccer game. This was the blow business.

And whose side they chose would come down to two things: who offered the better deal

and who had the better chance of winning the war.