01x08 - No mirar atrás

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THIS SERIES DEPICTS MINORS ENGAGING
IN ill*gal AND/OR UNSAFE ACTIVITIES.

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THIS SERIES IS INSPIRED BY
TRUE EVENTS.

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THIS DRAMATIC PORTRAYAL
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A REAL PERSON, HISTORY, PRODUCT,
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Yeah, I get it.

You basically kissed a princess
who ended up turning into a frog.

Trust me, I'm just as surprised
and as disappointed by it as you are.

Sure, sure. I don't doubt it.

But you let your heart get dragged
into it, you dumb a*s.

When you let yourself feel,
you lose.

But being betrayed
by someone you trusted...

Yeah, I know what that feels like.

That's the worst hurt of all.

And I remember the day
when you first showed up

with your mother lookin' for work.

You were just a snot-nosed kid.,
and when Juampi met you...

He liked you from the first minute.

You became his brother.

That's just one of the many reasons
why you're like a son to me.

I fell in love with Angie.

But I could never have betrayed you,
patron,

let alone put Juampi at risk.

Because like you just said,
he's my brother.

This is my family now.

Come on, kid. Take it easy.
You're not on trial.

Actually, there's something I need you
to do for me.

And the reason I'm asking
is because I have complete trust in you.

Luis Alfonso.

- Sir.
- He's just starting out with us.

And you'll be working with him.

Here. These are your new Ids.

This errand I'm sending you on
is very important...

REPUBLIC OF COLOMBIA IDENTIFICATION CARD

...and you get to take
a little trip while you're at it.

But I want evidence to nail some sons
of b*tches who are conspiring against me.

You guys will be on the same plane.

You'll have a carry-on bag
with a hidden recorder on it.

I want you to get every single word
they say on tape.

You can count on me, patron.

For anything.



I already told him before we got here.

- Don't say that to the waiter.
- What's up? Good morning.

It's like he's never left the house.

Why is he so awkward?

I'm embarrassed.

- What's going on?
- Huh?

What's with you?

Living an ordinary life feels so weird.

Weirder than having body guards
following you around everywhere?

Much weirder.

Weirder than negotiating
for your life every day?

You have to live
the life you've been given, Ma.

That was our life then.

But here, no one knows us.

We're anonymous.
And that's weird.

Now we're the Marroquin Santos.

A family with problems,
like any other family.

But they're easier problems than before.

So now's your chance
to choose the life you want.

Oh, here he comes.

- What is it?
- Don't worry about it. You'll love them.

Yeah, don't ask.

He'd have his mother
do everything for him.

I thought the food was really good.

I know.
I'd go there again.

Go on, mi amor.

- Go buy it for her.
- Ooh, popcorn.

- Mm-hmm.
- The perfect dessert.

- Would you like one?
- Mm-mm.

I'll take two, please.

I kinda wanna switch
but I already touched this one.

- Thank you.
- Yep, grab one.

Yeah.

A shrine is only for saints.

And now it seems it's also
for Saint Michael.

Juan Pablo Escobar Henao,
Franca.

Very nice to meet you.

Hey! She answered back!

"Dear Juampi.
I've also been thinking about you,

but only during the day because I have
to sleep at...

I often wondered,

what was the ending my father imagined
for this story?

If what he wanted most
was to protect his family,

why didn't he stop and put an end
to the violence in time?

There are answers I'll never have,

and they pushed me to the edge of an abyss
of too much pain.

Dorado.

It's kinda sad, don't you think?

All this f*ck' money hidden away here
and what good does it do now?

Man, look at what they got us doing.

Cowering in the corner like
a couple of rats.

Hiding in the shadows.

We'll get out of it eventually.

And we'll be living like kings again
before you know it.

Well, for right now...

What should we tell Juampi?

Hmm?

He keeps asking questions about
what happened to Rodri,

like where he is, what he's doin',
and sh*t like that.

Personally, I say we tell
the kid the truth.

It's what the patron would do.

He deserves to know.

What have we said that hasn't been honest?

What?

We told him the truth.
We said Pablo's got him running an errand.

You know just as well
as I do that this errand's different.

Right?

Rodri, where have you been?

I'm just running
a little errand, Juampi.

Don't worry.

It's not too far
so I won't be gone long.

Still, I wanted to call you up
and say goodbye.

I called your abuela's and your mom
told me you were at the hacienda.

I wasn't sure if I'd get a hold of you,
but I'm glad I did, mijo.

I'm here with El Dorado and Lagaña.

Listen to me.
You gotta get off the phone.

Right now.

They took some motorcycles

and then dismantled some for parts.

Why don't you help me
fix them when you're back?

You can count on me.

And I'm not just saying that
because you're my boss.

I'm saying that because we're brothers.

Hey, patron.

You gotta hang up.
It's dangerous.

- Safe trip, bro.
- Yeah, we'll talk when I get back

from Cali, okay?

Cali? What's in Cali?

I'm sorry, kiddo,
but you couldn't keep talking.

Passengers traveling
to Ciudad de Mexico,

please proceed to gate number two.

PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE
TO VISIT CALI THIS WEEKEND

Proceed to gate number two.
Thank you.

Man, you scared me, as*h*le.

Damn, what's wrong with you, Rodri?

Eh, nothing.

Don't tell me.

First time you been up in a plane?

Not gonna lie to you.

It's the first time I've ever even
seen one up close.

Yeah, I can tell.
Look at you!

You look like you sh*t yourself, man!

What'd you say, as*h*le?

Not sh1tting.

Pissing a little, maybe.

Attention.
Now boarding, Avianca flight 555 to Cali.

That means us.

All right, let me give you a hand with...

No, I've got it.

You carry yours, I'll carry mine.
No need to overload yourself.

I'm going to heat up these pizzas.

By the way, in the bathroom,
a pipe is broken.

Keeps leaking.

- We'll have to call a plumber.
- There's no need to.

I'll fix it after dinner.

What?

Just let me call a plumber, okay?

Juan Pablo couldn't fix anything,
but maybe Sebastian can.

Hmm.

Have fun with that.

Baby, go sit over there
while I finish this.

Ah, okay.

Buenos Aires was like an avalanche
of new experiences.

And against my will,
I became an expert at living in hiding.

- Mi amor?
- Hmm?

Tell me honestly.

Do you miss your old life?

The challenge of facing
an ordinary life awakened fears

and insecurities in me.

Come here.

I realized how isolated I'd been
from the world.

If you want me to be honest with you...

I really do miss my family.

But I don't miss anything else.

I mean, when you think about it,
it felt like we were trapped in

a bad action flick.

I guess that's true.

Have you seen Manuela?

She loves it here.

I mean, back at home she didn't even get
to interact with girls her own age.

Now she can.

And I'm happy, too.

So happy to be here.

Leading a normal life.

But I do worry about you.

I worry that you miss the old days.

So do you?

Well...

Of course I'm happy here living in peace
and everything.

But I have this feeling.

It feels like some
of that life has followed me.

That there will always
be someone out there.

Someone who only wants to hurt us.

No. Mi amor, look at me.

We're nobody here.

And it's the best thing
that could have ever happened to us.

Hey, Rodri.

You gotta stop looking around like that
or people'll get suspicious.

Relax. C'mon, kid.

Hey, you know what?

I like you so I'm gonna
give you a little somethin' to relax.

Trust me, man.

This'll make your first flight
a lot easier.

Yeah.

One for you and one for me.

Señor?
I can help store that briefcase.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Thanks but, uh,
I'll just put it under the seat here.

As you wish.

But make sure it remains under
the seat at all times.

Yeah, yeah.
I got it.

And you?
Can I put your bag away for you?

Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

This is your captain speaking.

We'd like to welcome you
aboard flight 555.

Our final destination will be
Santiago de Cali International Airport.

It looks like we have a full flight.

We're just waiting
for air traffic control.

Our travel time is estimated
to be 55 minutes in the air.

We'll be taking off in just a few minutes.
Thank you very much.

PLANE CRASH
NO SURVIVORS

As of now, no survivors
have been recovered from the wreckage.

The Cali-bound flight took off
from Bogotá at 7:13 in the morning.

Only five minutes after take-off,
it began to rapidly lose altitude.

It just broke apart.

- The tail split in two...
- The flight was headed for Cali.

- It just came down...
- They said that plane was going to Cali!

- That's what they said.
- Yeah, that's-that's what I heard.

Was Rodri onboard?

What happened?

Ma, Rodri was on that plane!

What do you mean, he was on it?

Well, wait, that plane
was headed for Cali...

Oh, for God's sake,
shut up and let me talk.

He told me he was!

Authorities have voiced
suspicions that this may have been

a targeted t*rrorists attack since one
of the passengers was supposed

to have been presumptive presidential
candidate César Gaviria.

However, this network has confirmed
that Mr. Gaviria was not, in fact,

on board the flight.

There has been much speculation about

Pablo Escobar's possible involvement
in the incident.

Was my father behind this?

- No, no...
- Did he do this?

Juan Pablo!

Juan Pablo, come back!

Was it Pablo?

Well, go after him!

The f*ck's your problem, huh?

Hey, patroncito!

Glad to see you're still in one piece,
Juampi.

You had us worried, man.
We didn't know where you went.

- Go away.
- Huh?

You're just like my f*ck' father.

Aww, don't say that,
Juan Pablo.

Everything your father does
is for the good of the family

and for your protection.

k*lling all those people
and my best friend?

Rodri was no saint.

He brought it on himself when he made
the decision to do what he did.

- Rodri did nothing wrong.
- That's not true, kiddo.

- Rodri would never have...
- He had to go.

Ever since he went after Angie.

I don't believe you.

Because even if that was true,

my father had no right
to have those innocent people k*lled!

That's a fair point.

We'll talk about it in the car.
Come on.

Don't f*ck' touch me.

So, what, you f*cking guys just do
every little thing my father orders?

Even if you don't agree with it?

Cowards.
You two are cowards!

You think that?

You don't have a g*dd*mn clue about
what's actually happening, do you?

Rodri was our friend, too,
you know?

A friend doesn't k*ll a friend.

Just calm down.

You're coming with us.
We're getting out of here.

- Take me to my father.
- No, that's too risky for both of you.

I don't give a f*ck.
You're gonna take me to him.

- It's not gonna happen!
- Hey, hey, hey.

My father won't see me now,
he won't ever see me again.

- Oh, this f*cking kid.
- Hey, hey!

Dorado, take it easy.

- See who's there?
- Hmm?

Hey, sir.

We'll talk about it.

But let's get in the car.

Unless you want the three of us
to end up in jail in the U.S.

Son of a b*tch.

Please step aside
for a search, sir.

Thank you.

Where are you going?

Okay. You can go now.

Hello?

Juan Pablo Escobar?

Um...

No. No, I'm sorry.

Hello?

Don't hang up, Juan Pablo.
Just listen.

No, you listen to me.
Stop calling.

We're sick of people making these prank
calls just because we're from Colombia.

It's not funny.
So stop calling us.

I know it's you.

You came from Colombia
with your mother, sister,

and girlfriend under different names,
didn't you?

Sebastian?

Who is this?

We've already left that part
of our lives behind.

We've all paid what we had to pay.

We need to talk in person.

- Why?
- Think it over.

And I suggest you keep this call
just between the two of us.

Hey, you gotta focus.

- Okay.
- Try again.

Finally.

- Uh-huh, finally.
- Got it.

Time and again when I found myself
at a crossroads,

I decided to face it with all my strength.

Over time, I have tried
to change the destiny of our family.

Break the cycle that imprisoned us.

To get what you asked for.
It's a really good one.

And yet, the stigma that I carry
in my blood always comes back somehow.

I think this one's really nice.

I just wanna...

You think I don't see
you creeping around, huh?

Don't let them fall. No, no!

Hey.

- Check this out.
- I'm gonna beat you.

See? Ah! In your face!

Hah!

Juan Pablo,
stop being a cheater.

Hey, stop.

I'd like to have a moment with my son.

If you don't mind.

Bring me luck, Lord.

The Father, the Son,
and the Holy Ghost.

Look, son. Sometimes you have
to put up with a little pain

to avoid a bigger one.

A little?

Okay, you're right.
Sometimes the pain is more than a little.

But to protect my family...

I'm willing
to suffer whatever I have to.

You don't suffer.

How could you suffer?

The only ones who suffer
are the people who are closest to you.

You say you wanna protect
the family, but what do you do?

You go and k*ll my only friend.

The only one who
truly cared about me.

Yeah, but that boy betrayed us!
Me, you, all of us.

Why would Rodri betray us?
He was my friend. My brother.

He wanted the best for me.

If anyone betrayed us, it's you.

Son, you have
to know who your true friends are

and who are friends just
for their own benefit.

'Cause people like us, we can't.
We can't afford to trust so easily.

- No, I'm nothing like you.
- What?

You're my son.

A copy of me and your mother.

I don't want to be like you, Papa.

I don't want this life, either.

Kiss. Tina. Rodri.

And where's Angie?

I have no friends left because
of you.

And you're never around because
you're always running from the police.

You're even taking a risk now,
and for what?

To see me?

To tell me all about the things
that don't even matter to me?

Your own mother could have been
on that plane, Papa.

Would you have cared at all?

Are you telling me you'd sacrifice
your family for this?

This is w*r, son.
w*r is w*r.

Whoever has to die will die.

There's nothing you can do about it.

The blast, which had
an estimated destructive power

of a 500-kilogram b*mb,
left 72 dead, 700 injured,

and a crater that measures
approximately four meters deep

and 12 meters in diameter.

CAR b*mb DESTROYS DAS HEADQUARTERS

The expl*si*n completely
destroyed the building's facade

and caused extensive damage
to several nearby buildings.

Every indication so far is that
the intended target was the director

of the DAS,
who escaped unharmed.

Hello?

Have you thought about it?

Listen, there's really no reason
for you to keep calling me.

We're just trying to move on.

We're trying to leave those ghosts
in the past for good.

You can't run away
from a ghost.

Be polite to them.
Say hello.

See what they want.

Sometimes talking's all it takes.

I'll meet you.

But only during the day.

And somewhere in public.

I've reflected a lot on my life.

On the decisions
that have brought me here.

Violence was our daily routine
and the ones who carried it out

were my father and those hitmen,

who fortune had made my nannies,
my friends.

People with whom I shared laughter,
dreams, and carnage.

Freeze!

Drop it! Drop it now!
You're surrounded! Drop your weapon!

- Drop it! Drop it!
- For me,

growing up was a constant search.

A struggle to find meaning in all
the absurdity,

to find humanity in
the midst of barbarism.

I'd rather die here in Colombia
than rot in jail in the U.S. f*ck' A!

FOR MY WOMEN

But they were also stern teachers
from whom I learned

that true strength lies not in fist
or b*ll*ts but in the ability to endure.

To keep going despite everything.

And that courage is not
the absence of fear...

But the determination
to move forward in spite of it.

as*h*le, where the f*ck
do you think you're going?

Boss was right about you,
you f*ck' snitch.

Señores?

Everything all right?

Uh, do you need anything?

No, everything's fine.

We're about
to shut the d...

Señor. Señor!

In a strange way,
I guess I did die that day...

I'm not the man I once was.

Neither are you.

And like you and your family,
I had to start again.

So I got rid of my name.

And my past along with it.

But to tell you the honest truth...

I'm not sure any of us can begin again.

I know I did a lot of shitty things.

And those memories in my head become
their own sort of hell.

You know what scares me the most?

Believing that things are fine now.

And telling myself we're free.

Thinking that the ghosts
of the past could never track us down.

When I know that at any moment they
could show up and just ruin everything.

Well, that's not up to you, you know?

None of this crap is your fault.

You didn't choose
the father you got.

But you did choose not
to follow in his footsteps.

The past is always there.

And the fear won't go away.

All that matters now

are the decisions you make
from here on out.

And that's the important thing.

I can't undo the pain left behind
by everything my father did.

But I have a task to be an instrument
of peace, to honor his victims,

and start the process of rebuilding.

It is now my turn
to write a different story.

Good morning, my love.
How are you?

Good morning.

- Hey, sweetie. Morning.
- Papi!

- How are you?
- Good.

Thank you for the gift.

- You like it?
- Yes. Thanks.

Oh, good. I'm glad.
Let's have some breakfast.

- Here you go. And your eggs.
- Thank you, my love.

- Good morning.
- Smells great.

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