THIS SERIES DEPICTS MINORS ENGAGING
IN ill*gal AND/OR UNSAFE ACTIVITIES.
VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
THIS SERIES IS INSPIRED BY
TRUE EVENTS.
HOWEVER, CERTAIN CHARACTERS,
PORTRAYALS, INCIDENTS, LOCATIONS,
AND DIALOGUES HAVE BEEN FICTIONALIZED
OR CREATED FOR DRAMATIC PURPOSES.
THIS DRAMATIC PORTRAYAL
IS PURELY FICTIONAL.
ANY RESEMBLANCE TO THE NAMES,
LIVES, HISTORIES,
OR REAL-LIFE EVENTS OF ANY PERSON,
LIVING OR DECEASED,
OR TO ANY ACTUAL PRODUCT OR ENTITY,
IS ENTIRELY FOR DRAMATIC PURPOSES
AND IS NOT INTENDED TO REPRESENT
OR REFLECT
A REAL PERSON, HISTORY, PRODUCT,
OR ENTITY.
Don, you ready?
Every tragedy was followed by
a bigger one.
Every death was followed by more death.
- Hey, have fun.
- My family was falling apart,
like so many other families that had
been torn apart by my father's decisions.
- We no longer saw him.
- Be safe, mi amor.
And we were his enemies'
favorite targets.
- It's gonna be all right.
- Mm, you're too trusting, Juan Pablo.
There's no need for you to worry.
Be sure to keep your eyes open.
Don't worry, ma'am.
Our patroncito knows how
to take care of himself, right?
Hiding, escaping,
constantly moving.
But protected by my nannies,
we managed to survive.
Take care.
Aw! Look how serious
Juan Pablo looks right now.
Oh!
- Stop.
- Son of a b*tch hits hard!
Juampi.
Time to wake up, big boy.
Where are we?
What's going on?
- Pa!
- My boy!
Ah, so good to see you!
Oh, yeah!
Yeah, it looks like
you haven't missed a meal, huh?
You seem a bit bigger, too.
Oh, f*ck!
Those sons of b*tches!
Get down! Get down!
Come on!
Take cover!
Get in!
Take off, Jerry! Let's go!
We're moving!
We're moving! Go, go!
He's getting away.
Don't let them get away!
Tina!
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Come on, get in!
We need to go now!
Drive! Go now! Go!
Tina's gonna bleed out! Go!
- I know, I know!
- Dorado! Go, go, go!
Set Tina here!
Okay, okay!
Hold on, man!
What are we supposed to do?
Son of a b*tch!
Dammit!
Everyone is onto us.
If we bring him to the hospital,
they'll get us right away.
- Hold on. Hold on, okay?
- sh*t!
One, two!
Those dirty m*therf*ckers
shouldn't have known we were supposed
to meet with Pablo!
Rodri's in jail!
That little b*tch must
have opened his mouth!
Rodri's been the snitch all along!
If Rodri had snitched,
we'd all be in jail already.
That's enough, man!
We can't just leave him here!
He needs help right now!
We need to take him to somebody!
Tina, you have a family, man.
You can't leave them.
Don't you dare die, man!
- They need you!
- Those f*cking b*stards!
No, man!
You son of a b*tch, hang in there!
El Dorado, do something now!
- I'm gonna die, man.
- It's okay.
- I'm scared, Dorado.
- No, kid.
Don't be scared.
You aren't gonna die here, papi.
You're not dying today.
Come with me. Let's go.
- Breathe. Breathe. Just breathe, okay?
- I don't wanna die.
Breathe.
One, two...
Do you know Escobar,
yes or no?
I don't know him personally.
And I have nothing to do with that man.
But it wouldn't be so bad, right?
They say he treats the people
he works with really well.
You say you have nothing to do with him,
but then you jump
to defend Juan Pablo Escobar Henao?
I figured I would be a decent guy.
I saw some b*stard
was abusing the kid.
I didn't know who his father was.
I just defended him.
Wouldn't you have done the same, officer?
See, I grew up in a neighborhood
named Pablo Escobar.
Is that a crime?
Pablo Escobar is a known k*ller.
I'm not so sure of that.
You know what I am sure of, though?
He's given lots
of people lots of opportunities.
And if those people are grateful
to the guy,
there must be a reason for it.
For making us fight
a w*r that never stops?
For every police officer,
a price.
Does that seem okay to you?
And what about how
the government does nothing for us?
Clubs, hospitals, and schools have
to be paid for with blood when
the government doesn't give us anything.
Because when you're starving...
Violence is the only option.
Okay, okay, okay.
Now what?
What do you need?
My daught...
My daughter]
Honey, listen to me.
You have a big, big reason
to keep holding on, okay?
- I don't wanna die.
- Nuh-uh!
You won't.
I'm not gonna let you.
Who the f*ck is this?
I brought this as*h*le here
so he can take out the b*llet
and stop the bleeding.
Wait a minute.
I can't do that here.
I need a sanitized room,
my medical equipment, anesthesia.
What do you not understand about this,
you m*therf*cker?
If my friend survives...
...You survive.
My father reduced his circle
to a minimum.
Trust and loyalty gave way
to the loneliness of the hiding spots
- where he lived for a long time.
- What'd he say?
He said, "When I grow up,
I wanna be like Mr. Pablo Escobar."
Why the hell did I spend so much on
an English teacher, huh?
Just so you could stay stupid?
Wait, let me show you something.
Oh, come on! We're supposed
to be watching a movie here!
He moved around
in precarious conditions,
staying in hideouts to avoid being found.
What's it say right here?
Hey, let me have that.
I'm gonna need it later.
We lived together
for a few days in one of those hideouts.
- Pa?
- Hmm?
Do you think that Tina, Rodri,
and El Dorado are all right?
Yeah, yeah.
They can take care of themselves.
It's okay.
You don't have to worry about them, kiddo.
We'll wait right here.
Affirmative.
Mijo.
It's like a miracle, mi amor.
What are you doing here?
Hijo, how's your work?
Well, Juampi just went on a trip.
So they gave me a little vacation.
Look who's come to visit!
What's up, Rodrigo?
You've grown up quite
a bit, huh?
Things have really changed
in the neighborhood.
Hey, papito.
Good to see you, little brother.
I promise you we'll find
that m*therf*cking snitch, patron.
Rodrigo has already been released.
They're using him as bait
or he negotiated with them.
We're gonna test him.
If he really is the rat,
we'll expose his dumb a*s.
I want you to survive this.
Then you can hate me all you want.
But you need to know one thing.
You and the rest of those b*stards...
You're my family.
So do me a favor.
Do not die.
If the thief who steals
from a thief is forgiven for 100 years...
Then how about
a k*ller who murders a k*ller?
How do things work with God, Father?
Can you tell me what he thinks?
I know I've messed up a couple
of times in my life.
Well, maybe more than a couple times,
you know?
But that's what they pay me for,
right?
Like, how am I gonna apologize
to these people while I'm torturing them?
It doesn't work that way.
And that's the struggle.
Besides, that has to be
what God wanted for me.
If not, he put me in
the wrong line of work.
Father,
I know I've been difficult in this life.
I don't give a damn about anything.
I mean,
nothing keeps me up at night.
And there's plenty of people out there
who want me dead.
But not my friend.
No, no. That man has a pure heart.
Father, I know
that God doesn't think so well of me.
But that's why you're here.
You can intercede for me, can't you?
You're a saint which means
he might listen to you.
If you can hear me down here,
cast down your judgment on that traitor.
Let every misfortune fall upon
that m*therf*cking snitch.
And please, Father,
let lightning strike him into 1,000 pieces
before I find him.
You understand?
I'll give God
another church twice
the size of this one.
For God, I mean it.
I'll do it.
But He has to give me what I'm asking for.
I thank you for sending this
to your Lord.
And let your nephew know
we're thinking of him.
In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Ghost.
'Kay, I handed over the note, kid.
Don't forget.
- Hey, Uncle.
- Rodri.
If you come to me for help,
I won't deny you.
But please, Rodri,
I beg you.
Don't make me an accomplice
to anything ill*gal.
These two men showed up at the church.
They were very unpleasant,
and they seemed to be quite agitated.
They left this note for you.
Don't get yourself into any trouble.
Oh, come on, man.
All those years scheming with your patron?
Making money,
and good money.
And you still never managed
to figure out how to read.
- The handwriting's really weird.
- Okay, I'll read it, then.
This says, "See you soon with
the boy when it's secure."
"Villa Maria hideout."
He's at Villa Maria?
Hey, what's wrong?
Nothing, bro.
Everything's fine.
He's not waking up, guys.
How long until he wakes up?
Look, I was able to get the b*llet out.
He's lost a lot of blood.
He needs medication, man.
Antibiotics, transfusions.
He needs to go to a hospital.
You better listen
to me carefully, you f*cking imbecile.
In w*r zones,
there's no hospitals, right?
And yet doctors there
can still save people.
So I don't give
a damn about your f*cking excuses.
A, a, "Abandon."
Hmm.
Abandonar.
Easy. Another.
How about, here's one more.
What's "absence's" meaning?
Absence.
Absceso.
- No?
- Aucensia.
Oh, well, I was close.
Another one.
Crack.
Ace, huh.
Maradona.
What?
The ace is Maradona the Argentine.
That country's a factory for talent.
Amazing soccer players.
And Bilardo.
Oh, terrific, terrific coach.
He got Cali into
the finals about ten years ago.
And the national team.
And got us Gareca, too.
All those sons of b*tches had more talent
than you and I could ever hope for.
Believe you me.
And son, when this is all over,
me and you, we'll be living it up
for a while in Buenos Aires, huh?
Just us.
No women or bodyguards.
Like normal people. Deal?
Deal.
Why the hell would you
come in like that?
I almost shot ya!
I'm sorry, patron.
But we can't trust
those damn satellite phones.
Unfortunately, they're just too much
of a risk right now.
Have you heard anything about Tina?
He's doing just fine.
Now, here.
I brought you something to eat.
Hey, hey, greedy, hold on.
What do you have to say?
Thanks, Jerry.
Yeah.
Everything's going as planned, patron.
The f*ck already got in contact with
a second group,
and also got away from the police.
And when's he coming for my son?
Tomorrow.
Okay.
Mmm, looks f*ck' great.
There's sardines.
- All right, here you go.
- And tuna.
Colombia, Mexico, and Venezuela
have signed the free trade agreement.
The first cell phone company
is now available in the country.
New cell phones promise
a different way to communicate.
And in sports,
Argentina loses to Romania three to two
in the World Cup knockouts
after Maradona's expulsion.
The country protests the injustice.
That still isn't far enough,
mi amor.
They can still find us there.
Mom, I think it can be arranged.
Gracias, amor.
Listen.
We can get the plane tickets with
the new passports, right?
Nobody has to know.
Plus, I checked,
and they don't require visas.
Yeah, my abuela
was there years ago.
She always told me
the capital's very beautiful
and very safe as well.
Like Europe but in Latin America.
I just think that we should pick
a place further away,
like on another continent.
Ma.
Right now this seems like
the best choice for us.
And besides,
the economy is stable.
And the government's not a dictatorship.
And frankly,
we're all out of options.
Well, it doesn't hurt to try, right?
So then, Argentina?
Argentina.
I didn't think you'd show up.
You know what Tina's like?
That guy's strong as f*ck.
But he's taking a turn for the worse.
I told you before, Rodri.
We should have gotten out
a long time ago.
No, Angie.
We're meant to be right where we are.
We're doing it for our families.
And to repay the patron
for all he's given us.
I'm about to give you
a tough pill to swallow.
There comes a time in this life when you
gotta stop thinkin' about the team
and start thinking about yourself.
I know, Angie.
I already know you're afraid.
The whole thing with Tina.
It's gotten into your head.
But we've made it through sh*t before,
you know?
And we'll make it through this, too.
That I can promise you.
Look at me.
Look at me.
Do you trust me?
Yes.
Do you trust me?
Always.
Now that I know for sure
they're not following me,
I'll go and get Juampi.
We're supposed to meet at Villa Maria.
But now I'm really worried
because he's different whenever
he's with his dad.
That's dangerous.
Ooh.
No, this sh*t's expired.
Calm down, it's me.
You scared me, man.
I thought someone was out there.
Where's your father?
Holy sh*t.
House is empty, sir.
They tricked us.
Let's go.
This g*dd*mn thing's all clogged up,
g*dd*mn it.
- Hijueputa.
- Son of a b*tch.
You feeling okay?
Ooh!
You're a doctor!
Don't f*cking let him die!
He's not breathing anymore!
I'm sorry, he's gone!
I told you, he's not breathing!
I'll tell you,
you son of a b*tch!
f*cking shitty piece of f*cking...
You're not a f*cking doctor!
There's nothing I could do!
I already told you!
He's gone!
- Bring him back to live!
- He's beyond saving, as*h*le!
- Damn you, son of a b*tch!
- Please, please!
- m*therf*cker!
- It's not my...
You m*therf*cker!
He let him die!
Dammit!
Oh, Tina, my little brother.
Tina.
f*ck.
Dammit!
g*dd*mn, my brother.
Why, why, why?
I used to play here
when I was a kid.
Once my friend threw a ball in the river.
I went to look for it.
But I found an arm instead.
We never played here again.
This place was full of dead bodies.
We never knew how they got here
or who dumped them.
And now I know.
What the hell is up with you?
The message they gave me
to go get Juampi was fake.
You know what Pablo wanted?
To find out if I was the snitch
and if I was gonna rat him out.
Now he has plenty of reasons
to think it's me.
Pablo wasn't at the hideout?
There were only three other
people who knew what the note said.
El Dorado and Lagaña
who sent me the message.
And one more.
Now that I know for sure
they're not following me,
I'll go and meet Juampi at Villa Maria.
It was you.
But you knew.
I've wanted to escape this life
for a long time now,
and you knew it.
I almost got caught in that raid.
Do you realize that?
And if that had happened,
they would have put me in a gringo prison
for the rest of my life.
What else could I do, huh?
I was negotiating for both of us.
b*tch, you betrayed me
and sent the cops there!
So now what? I become one
of those bodies down there? Or what?
All this time I felt so guilty.
And then you turn out to be just like her.
Like who?
Like Franca.
Rodri, please.
I had no choice.
She was the one who sold us out
the day Kiss was k*lled.
That's why
you never saw her again.
Because I get treacherous
b*tches like you out of my life for good.
k*ll me, m*therf*cker.
You can rest in peace, Tina.
At least you finally got
to escape this living hell.
For my brother Tina.
I'm gonna rip your eyes out with my teeth,
you son of a b*tch.
You guys should know this building would
have blown up a long time ago
if I were the snitch.
Angie sold us out to some gringo.
That's bullshit]
She confessed it to me herself.
She'd been acting strange for a while.
Thought it was because of me but no.
She just wanted to get out.
That f*cking b*tch wanted to be free
and start a whole new life.
- That's why she sold us out.
- f*ck you.
You're lying, m*therf*cker.
May I?
What the hell did you do to her?
I m*rder*d her.
Pablo took care of my family
when someone m*rder*d my father.
He always helped us and made sure
we had everything we needed.
Juampi...
Juampi's like my little brother.
And I'd rather sh**t myself
than betray my brother.
Shut up, you piece of sh*t.
Dammit.
You warned me long ago.
Falling in love
screws up your life.
You end up no better than an idiot
with your heart cut into a million pieces
and your head stuffed into a bag.
k*ll me, then, if you don't believe me.
But both of you know
I've always been there for Juampi.
And if I'm gonna be k*lled for him,
then so be it.
Do it now.
sh**t now, you m*therf*cker!
f*ck you!
You f*cking b*stard!
Patron.
I just received word that those b*stards
at the DAS have already found
our location again.
f*cking son of a b*tch!
I gotta get outta here.
I gotta move again.
let me talk to him.
All right, señor.
Kiddo.
I'm sorry, but you gotta go back
to the family.
So, in this hideout...
There's money hidden here
and no one knows about it but you or me.
And listen. Don't tell anybody,
not even your mother.
'Cause that money's
for your future.
What about your future?
Me?
I'm not surrendering.
I'd die before that.
But for now...
For now, let them keep looking for me.
I'm going with you.
Bueno. Together.
Until we make it to Buenos Aires
and get to see Maradona.
Patroncito.
Juan Pablo.
Hey, papi.
We came to get you.
Come on.
Let's get you home now.
Pa.
What about the others?
Where's my dad?
Juampi, your father left already.
He thinks it's better this way.
For your own protection.
Come on now, buddy.
Come on.
Hello.
REPUBLIC OF COLOMBIA ÁNGELES MARROQUÍN
Hi there.
REPUBLIC OF COLOMBIA ÁNGELES MARROQUÍN
NATIONAL IMMIGRATION OFFICE
MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS
Thank you, sir.
Thanks to the bond I built
with each of my nannies,
I learned a lot about vulnerability.
They may have been K*llers,
or cruel,
but they were
the ones who were by my side.
What some assume was betrayal,
others believed
was the only chance of survival.
Oh, look at you.
What are ya doing?
♪ Lift your face
and I'm getting impatient ♪
♪ What's the time
'Cause you know I wanna waste it ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Oh I'm at your door ♪
♪ Lead the way for some entertainment ♪
WE RECOGNIZE THE PROFOUND
SUFFERING OF ALL VICTIMS
OF THE ATROCITIES CARRIED OUT BY
THOSE ENGAGED IN THE DRUG TRADE.
IF YOU WISH TO LEARN MORE,
PLEASE REFER TO THE FINAL REPORT
FROM THE COLOMBIAN COMMISSION
FOR THE CLARIFICATION OF TRUTH,
COEXISTENCE, AND NON-REPETITION.
♪ And I wouldn't know how to leave ya ♪
♪ So let's keep on going
'cause I need ya ♪
♪ Keep on goin'
I need ya ♪
♪ Keep on goin', I need ya ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Oh I'm at your door ♪
♪ Keep on goin', I need... ♪
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01x07 - La última lección
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Based on Juan Pablo Escobar's memoirs. Follows Pablo Escobar's son raised in privilege by nannies who were actually his father's hired K*llers, revisiting the drug lord's story from childhood perspective.
Based on Juan Pablo Escobar's memoirs. Follows Pablo Escobar's son raised in privilege by nannies who were actually his father's hired K*llers, revisiting the drug lord's story from childhood perspective.