01x01 - El fin de la inocencia

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THE ENGLAND CONFERENCE 2020
SEBASTIAN MARROQUIN, SPEAKER

URUGUAYAN LETTERS FOUNDATION
NON-FICTION BY A FOREIGN AUTHOR

"PABLO ESCOBAR, MY FATHER"
BY JUAN PABLO ESCOBAR

It took me a long time
to be able to admit it,

but my name is Juan Pablo Escobar.

Living under another identity was less
of a personal choice

and more of an act of survival.

I am the son of Pablo Escobar Gaviria--

one of the most dangerous drug dealers
on the planet.

The former leader of the Medellin Cartel,

responsible for a wave of violence
and terror,

that impacted the world forever.

Few men have been as spoken
or written about as my father was

and yet nobody ever seems to discuss
what happened between the family--

their struggles, their fears,
their lies, and their secrets.

{\an8}PABLO EMILIO ESCOBAR GAVIRIA

When my father died,
I inherited his legacy.

Not his fortune or empire,
as people believed.

What I inherited was his w*r.

After his downfall,
his enemies wanted to k*ll me.

Everyone was looking for his money,

and everyone expected him to fall.

Smile for me!

But I'm still alive
to tell the tale.

- You're it!
- This is the story of my family

that up until now no one else knew.

{\an8}I grew up knowing I was the owner
of a magical world without limits.

As naive as I was brave,
I loved to take risks.

Though I was unaware of the dangers I
was probably exposed to,

there was also one peculiar detail.

The people who looked after me.

We gonna get you!

You b*stards. Were you gonna drop me
back there and let me die?

Hey, no, buddy.

It's--it's just a family game
to show you how things are done.

We're just playin'. We never!

Besides, you just proved
that you're bad a*s now, huh?

Watch it 'cause your mom won't like it
if she hears you cussin' us out! Hah!

Are you serious?

She's not gonna like it when I tell her
you tried to k*ll me, jackass.

You got it backwards, all right?

Listen, nobody was tryin'
to hurt you, man.

We were tryin' to test you.

Giving you a chance to prove your manhood.
And guess what?

You passed it like a man, yeah!

Passed it like a man, yeah!
Passed it like a man, yeah!

Passed it like a man!

See? You survived just fine.

Hey, Tina,
it's getting too quiet out here.

We need some music.

Maybe a song will cheer up

our little Juampi!

Come on, play some music!
Let's go!

No, no, no! Hey!
I wanna do it!

- You go and sit down.
- Whatever you say, patronsito.

Okay!

Hey, watch this. Watch this.

Did you see that thing,
Tina?

I never saw anything like that.

It was massive, man. Bro.

- What? Where is?
- Right there.

It's right there!
Look, look, look, look!

Juampi, go! Go, go, go!
Juampi, go!

- Come on, let's get outta here!
- Let's go, let's go!

I--I thought you
were gonna drown, man!

I bet we can make
a movie with this!

Hey give me the camera.
I've got an idea.

Give it to me. Give it to him.
Come on.

All I know is I
was out there trying...

Anyone would say that leaving
a child in the hands of criminals

was a bad idea.
And they're probably right.

But they were my playmates.

- I love this car!
- My life teachers.

My friends.
My dear nannies.

Get outta here!

With that face,
it'll be a horror movie.

Hey, dude, dude, dude!

Hey, hey! List--listen to me.
You see these guys?

I'll give you ten million if you keep them
from passing. You hear me?

Got you, man!

Hey, what's up?
Come on!

They were mostly
farmers' children who,

having been touched by my father's grace,
earned a better life

and would gladly put their lives on
the line for him and for me

as many times as necessary.

Oh!

Oh, son of a b*tch!

Oh, what a mess.

b*tch came out, blocked our path,
and now it's gonna be carne asada.

Well, bullshit, man! What are you saying?
That's not even edible, Lagaña!

Relax.
Everything is good with rice.

Hey, wait a sec.

I think it's breathing!
Let's call the vet.

No, bud.
It's too late.

But don't worry.
The world is full of other animals.

It's fine.

All right then, Juampi.

That's enough documenting the nature,
mijo.

Your papa has to spend a lot
on these animals

so today it's your turn
to finish it off.

You do the honors.

- Hold that p*stol real tight.
- Yeah, that's it, buddy. You'll see.

It's time to prove that you're
a real Escobar, Juampi.

Go ahead, now. You just gotta point
and pull the trigger, okay?

That's it. You got this, bud.
I believe in you. Come on.



Oh, be careful with it.

Sit it upright. Upright. There you go.
There you go. There you go.

All right. I'll be back.
Just keep going.

Can you get this?

Hey, dude. Take it to the shop.
They'll take care of it.

Hey, if anyone starts asking
about what happened to the Jeep,

just tell them we hit a tree or whatever.

Hey, guys!
How was it?

The Hacienda was our refuge.

On those 3,000 hectares,
everything was an adventure.

Welcome back, ladies.
Where the f*ck were you guys?

Up until then,
the good kind.

But things were about to change.

- Did you get blood on you?
- I wanna see my dad.

Right now isn't a good time, mijo.
He's still occupied.

Eh, later, maybe.
What is it?

You guys wanna swim for a little bit?

Huh? Get a drink,
sit around all afternoon?

Or what?

Or you could go and put your asses to work
and help move Señora Victoria's art.

Get going.

It's about time y'all
came back.

We're going.

Where were you, my love?

We're headed back to Medellín tomorrow
and you haven't finished your homework.

And you still have school.

Hey, ma'am, sorry,
but something happened to the car.

What happened to your face?

Ah, Mama, it was an accident.

We were playing and I hit myself
with a stick.

Are you bruised, honey?

You see how irresponsible
these people are?

My son could be k*lled right
in front of you

and you wouldn't do anything, would you?

- It was an accident, ma'am.
- Come on. Let's put something on it.

Angie, he needs help with his homework.
You can at least do that.

My mother knew that the group
my father had chosen to look after me

was not the best.

They were young, crude,
and often irresponsible.

But fear outweighed logic.

And in their mind, my personal safety
was more important

than my education,
although at the time,

neither one of us knew what my father
was trying to protect us from.

ESCOBAR WAS IN PRISON IN 1976

Looks like things are about
to get interesting.

- Ma?
- Hmm?

Is Papa too busy
to have dinner with us again?

Mi amor, remember your papa's
a busy man.

He's still working.

There are problems he needs
to sort out.

- What problems?
- Mm.

Oh, it's nothing important.

Now eat something, mijo.
It'll make you feel better.

- Ma?
- Mm?

Is Papa upset because people
call him Robin Hood?

Why do you think he'd
be upset by that? No.

It's just a nickname.

Just think of all the guys
who take care of you.

I mean, don't tell me you think those
are their real names.

El Dorado, Kiss, Tina.

It's the same thing, mijo.

They love your dad so much
that they started to call him Robin Hood.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I think you need a nickname, too, Mama.

Mm!

- Big Bump.
- Mm.

I'd prefer if you were that enthusiastic
about your homework.

I see those boys
are letting your imagination run wild.

Who, my nannies?

Hold on.
Do you really think they exist?

Sure. Some people talk
to them, man.

How do those guys talk to spirits, though?

Like, how do they know
they're not dead, too?

There's parallel dimensions, you know.

Some people can see between them.

- Talkin' to spirits?
- Mm-hmm.

My mom did that all the time.

She could speak to them, you know.

I don't think anybody can do that.

Then you don't know anything,
do you?

They hear when someone dies in agony.

Their soul won't magically start
to float up to Heaven, you know?

Instead it just wanders
aimlessly with nowhere to go.

And do you know why?

Because this place is more dead
than alive, mi amor.

Exactly.

Wanna know how to tell if they're real?

Let them f*ck you,
and if you feel it,

you know they're alive, as*h*le!

Hey, what's up, guys?

You, you, you, you!

Oh, the kid's here.

Championship time!

- Come on, let's go, Kiss.
- No, man, no.

It's late.
Go to bed.

What are you,
too scared to play?

Okay, fine.

Finally, the chicken wants to play.

Chicken.

Get ready to lose.

You know I'm gonna beat you.

Huh, let's see, then.

- What's wrong with you?
- Hey, respect, 'kay?

Cheater.

Oh, look at that.

It's a good thing
those spaceships aren't real, right?

Otherwise they'd be spyin'
on your dad

and then we'd be screwed because
he'd make us fight them

so it's a good thing
they don't actually exist

'cause that'd be crazy, right?

Not yet,
but in the future they will.

Future?

Future is a word that doesn't
mean a thing for people like us, brother.

People like us can only
move forward day to day to day.

Patronsito, go to bed.
It's late.

- Ah, come on.
- No, no, no. No tricks this time, buddy.

- Let's go. It's very late.
- One day at a time, my friend.

Go brush your teeth, too.

Death comes for everyone
who goes in there.

He was omnipresent,
affectionate, fun, and mysterious.

He worked a lot and was often in
the newspapers and on TV.

I longed to spend time with him,

but time was the only thing he didn't seem
to have enough of.

My father had taken up politics
and he served as a representative

in the National Congress.

That brought him closer to the public eye
but further from home.

So of course I began to wonder,
who was my dad?

Who was Pablo Escobar?

- Papi?
- Juansito, what's going on?

Why is the light on when
you should be asleep?

You scared?

At your age it's normal,
but don't worry about that sh*t.

Because none of it is real.

You know, one time,
to deal with my own fears,

I broke into a cemetery and I pulled
a skull right out of a grave.

You really did that?

Yeah, yeah.
Nothin' happened to me.

I cleaned it up and I turned it into
a paperweight on my desk.

Look, the dead are meant to rot,
not to scare us.

You and I are one, mijo.

Which means there can't
be secrets between me and you.

And when I'm not here,

I want you to know
that I've left you in charge.

{\an8} The search for Pablo Escobar--
the so-called King of Cocaine--continues,

{\an8}not only by the authorities but also by
a violent paramilitary group comprised

{\an8}of Escobar's enemies and former victims.

When I was 15,
my father's words came true.

His enemies wanted me dead,

and there was nothing he could do
to protect me from them.

Not me or our family.

LOS PEPES
FOR BEING FRIENDS OF PABLO ESCOBAR

He'd been in hiding for months
and the rest of us--

my mother, my sister, my girlfriend
Andrea, and I were trying to survive

by carrying a heavy legacy:
our last name.

You sure no one spotted
you two?

No, mi amor. Everything
is going as you planned.

I'll finally get to calm down
once you three are on the plane.

Mom, come with us.

- You know I can't go.
- You can.

I need to get you three
to safety.

When things
get better in Medellín,

I can bring you back
to Colombia.

Passengers bound
for Miami,

please proceed to boarding gate
number three.

Passengers bound for Miami,

please proceed to boarding gate
number three.

All right, come with me.

Hey, hey.
Respect the line.

Good morning.

Excuse me, excuse me.

Uh, miss, I was wondering,

see, my girlfriend isn't feeling good,

so we need to board right now.

Uh, here are our passports
and these are our boarding passes.

You'll have to wait

for your turn like everyone else here,
Señor...

Escobar.

Give me a second, please, sir.

But we need to board the plane.
It's--the tickets are right there.

Next in line.
Good morning.

Ma'am, please.

Thank you. Next.

Señorita, we need to board right now.

Please calm down
or I'll have to call the police.

Don't call the police, g*dd*mn it.
Listen to me.

I showed you my passport, didn't I?
Then take my ticket.

Señor Escobar.

We were told by the embassy
that your visas were just denied.

You can't travel.

You need to leave this area.
It's only for passengers.

You have 20 minutes.

You know that once we step outside,
they'll m*rder us.

Passengers bound for Miami,

please proceed to boarding gate
number three.

Hello, prima?

Juan, what's up?

I need you to help me.
Listen carefully.

Call your journalist friends
and tell them that the family

of Pablo Escobar
is at the Medellín airport

and is going to hold
a press conference right now.

- Right now?
- Yes, right now.

Ah, okay.

- And after you--
- Señor Escobar?

O--okay, I'm--
I'm calling right now.

Excuse me. I think I may know how
to help you.

Hello? Juan?

And who the f*ck are you?

It wasn't the first time
and it wasn't the last time.

The stigma attached to my name meant

that most of my decisions
were life or death.

They took us by helicopter
from the airport surrounded by hit men

to Bogotá to guarantee our safety.

We had no protection.
We were on our own.

Hey, fatso.

Pretty chubby for a sissy, you know.

Is it true you need bodyguards with you
because you can't protect yourself?

You're such a loser.

Coexistence with other kids
at school was difficult.

Something wrong?

No, Angie.
Those guys are just leaving.

It's not easy
to make friends when you

have armed bodyguards around you in class.

What?

But everything has pros and cons.

Visiting my father at work felt
like attending a religious pilgrimage

Hey.

The kid's teacher's here
are asking for something again.

People waited devoutly for hours
to see him.

Your dad's even better than God.

All these people are asking him
for miracles, Juampi.

Uh-uh. He's still busy.

For me it was a chance
to be with him,

even if it was only for a few minutes.

- Yeah?
- Some of my teachers

would come by to ask my father for help,

and each time he gladly led them into
his office to chat for a few minutes.

I struggled to pay attention in class.

And I wasn't great at mathematics.

So this was his way of helping me.

That's how he was.

He'd spend days,
sometimes weeks away from home.

You see this b*stard?

Minding his own business
and everyone else's.

He likes to ask
a lot of questions

so let's bring him in
and ask him some ourselves.

Alive or dead?

What are you--
alive, man.

All right, Juampi, go ahead.

Oh!

Every encounter
with my dad made me feel powerful.

What?

Were you guys fighting?

Mijo, don't be worrying about me.

Worry about your grades.

I was a seven-year-old boy
who saw him as a superhero.

And don't worry about your math class

'cause I already took care
of that for you.

I would take some lesson away
with me every time.

- Excuse us.
- No, no, no, no. Please, please.

- Come in.
- But that day,

- I took away something else.
- ¿Doña Aurora, como esta?

How you been?

I'm well.
Mostly thanks to you.

I hope you got the items
I sent you these past few years.

That's why I'm here.

I made a promise to you all those years
ago when my husband died.

My son's all grown up.
He's 17 now.

And he's ready to come and work for you...

He was raised modestly.

But not in poverty because--because you
help us when we lost Jose.

Just look at him.
Big arms, broad shoulders.

He'll fix machines.

He can farm,
whatever you need.

He'll make you proud, sir.

What about you, kid?

What do you want to get out of this?

I want to be like my papa.

I want to be of service to you.

And I wanna do that by helping others.

That day I met a man who'd
become one of my closest friends

- and my most faithful nanny.
- You're kidding me!

It's not your mom's t*ts.

What are you
talkin' about, man?

Leave me alone, dude.
It's my life.

Aww, Dorado's sad now.

Hey, Dorado,
you better watch yourself.

Aren't you listening?
It's my life, papi.

All right, all right, all right.
Listen up, you guys.

There you go.
Kiddo, watch your step, okay?

From here on out this kid's gonna be
with you at all times because

the boss wants him trained up.

It's on you guys
to show him the ropes.

- Well, that's just great.
- Ropes, huh?

First he makes us watch the baby

and now we're babysitting
this little b*tch.

At least he looks good.

A little skinny, though, right?

Welcome, doll face!

My father's popularity
which made him

a saint to some wasn't celebrated
by everyone.

His main opponent in the government
was the Minister of Justice,

Rodrigo Lara Bonilla.

{\an8} It's not difficult
to understand

{\an8}the manner in which
the situation will unfold.

{\an8}SECRETARY LARA
AGAINST ESCOBAR

{\an8}Sources tell us that the Minister
of Justice

{\an8}has evidence that Pablo Escobar--

{\an8}who currently holds a seat
in national congress--

has apparently acquired his vast fortunes
without ever disclosing the means

in which he acquired it.

The minister insists

{\an8}that the business dealings
of Escobar are shady.

{\an8}HOW EXACTLY DID PABLO ESCOBAR
AMAS HIS FORTUNE?

I was a child
and it was unacceptable to me

that they wanted to hurt him.

What's shady?

I swear, this little boy moves like
a ghost.

Mom, don't turn it off!

Is shady bad?

You ask too many questions.

- Ma.
- What?

Come here, my love.

It's good to be curious.

You should always ask questions.

You're just like your papa.

That's why he likes to read dictionaries.

Do you see why
it's important to study?

That's how you learn what all
those big words mean.

Excuse me, ladies.

They said you needed something?

Yes, young man.

Will you help me with the crib
in the nursery?

I need to put it together.

Of course.
I'd be happy to.

It's very fine wood.
Be careful.

I will be.
Don't worry.

Hey, do you ever miss your dad?

Do you know who k*lled him, then?

Don't you wanna know?

He chose his own destiny.

If anyone did anything to my dad,
I'd k*ll him.

My grandma used to say that
to live is to choose.

And to choose is to give up.

I guess my father chose
to give up any kind of quiet life.

I see Tina!

Where's he at?

- Selling flour!
- What'd ya see?

- I see Lagaña!
- Where's he at?

Not the shower!

Why are you watching me in
the shower?

'Cause you stink!
You always stink!

Why me again?
Pick someone else this time.

Where's he at?

What the hell is this?

Hey, man,
stop blocking the road!

- What are you doing, as*h*le?
- What's your problem?

What's wrong with you?

Hey, I'm not the one blocking
the road right now.

- Calm down!
- Here's what's gonna happen.

You're gonna get in your car
and you're gonna get the f*ck out of here.

Like hell I am,
you son of a b*tch!

- Are you f*ck' with me?
- No, no, no, no!

Don't talk to me like that, man.
Get your car out of the way!

Don't you threaten me!

Oh, he thinks he's
a funny f*ck, huh?

You're the clown here!

- What'll you do if I don't move?
- What'd you say?

- You think you're tough sh*t?
- You know who you're talking to?

- Okay, then show me what you got!
- What the hell? Let's go!

Just chill out, man!
It's not that big of a deal!

Get the hell out!

That's him! That's him!

It's the guy in the photograph!

It's the guy my dad is looking for!

Get the kid, idiot!

It's Dominguez!

Son of a b*tch!

What's that guy doing? Hey!

Hey, stop it!

Hey, no more, please! Please!

- Get up!
- Where are you taking me?

Great job!
Yes, patronsito!

You're a tough son of a b*tch,
just like your old man!

Ah, nice work, mijo.

You should be proud. Ah.

Blood's thicker than water, right?

No--no, Ma. Don't answer it.

I know, darling.
I know.

We miss you so much, though.

You know we all still need you, my love.

Ma, hang up.
What are you doing?

He wants to talk to you.

- He shouldn't have called us.
- Talk to him.

Pa, you shouldn't be calling us.

I need you to listen to me.
Listen.

Right now I need you to write down
what we're gonna say in this interview

to those who believe that we're
the only criminals in this country.

- What? No.
- I said write it down.

Mom, can you give me something
to write on?

Okay, quickly.

Tell them that
we're pleading guilty...

And that we're asking for protection
for our families.

Dad, we've been on the line
for too long.

No, I'm not done!
I said I'm not done.

Go, go!
Go get him!

Second floor! Second floor!

Wh--What was that?

I gotta go.
I'll call you back.

Pa?

Papa?

Papa? Papa!

- Hey, Lagaña!
- My man, what happened?

Ah!

I was only doing my job, man.

I promise that's all I
was trying to do.

Nothing else, please.

No more, please.

- What are you trying to say?
- Please, no more.

- You son of a b*tch. Huh?
- Ah!

Ain't I doing my job, too?

This isn't f*cking around, m*therf*cker.

I'm working here, as*h*le.

For the love of God.

Now don't bring God into this.

He can't save you.

Oh, you're religious now?

Well, God won't save you from death.

Oh, God, no!

Please! No, no!

Ah, please don't!

No, God, no!

Hello?

Hello, Juan Pablo?

Do you have a statement regarding
your father's death,

after being k*lled in the operation
in Medellín?

Mijo, what is it?

The operation
was carried out by the Search Bloc.

Apparently he had grown a thick beard
in an attempt to conceal his identity.

PABLO ESCOBAR IS DEAD

A congratulatory phone call on
his 44th birthday

followed by a radio transmission
protesting against Germany

ultimately led to his location
being pinpointed

and his subsequent encounter
with the authorities.

No! No! Please, no!

Please, no!
Just let me go home to my son!

Your son's gonna be better off an orphan
than having a rat like you for a father.

No, no! No! No!

At the age of seven,

I saw the face of death
for the first time.

And I discovered the other side
of the man

who'd brought me into this world.

My father Was a criminal.

And my life would never be the same again.

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.