01x05 - Renacer

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

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Violence spiraled forward,
mercilessly surrounding us.

My father doubled down with each action,

and he knew the responses
would escalate as well.

Right in the heart
of Medellín's high society...

A place where doors
were often closed to him,

he built us a fortress
which he called Monaco.

How'd I do?

That was so slow, man.
Took you forever.

You think I'm too slow, man?
No, I'm just testing it out first.

You wanna take it for a ride?

Ah, but we can't go anywhere.

Don't be so bitter, patroncito.

Fine, it's your loss, then,
but check this out.

Go ahead.

Hey, René.

Look what I have for you.

That's nice, patroncito.
Thanks.



Juan Pablo,
could you come here, please?

Excuse me a moment, sir.
I'll get him.

Juan Pablo Escobar!

Maria, will you go ahead and put this in
the guest room, please?

We were living in a calm tension
which for me at that age translated

to confinement and uncertainty.

Juan Pablo.

Juan Pablo, your teacher's been waiting
for half an hour!

Ah, Mama, why do I have to study
if Papa took me out of school?

I mean, he didn't study,
and he's successful.

Well, first of all, your Papa did study
and he finished high school.

Second of all, he learned from your abuela
who used to be a teacher,

so do me a favor
and take those skates off now.

- Ugh, Mama...
- Don't interrupt me!

When you're done with your studies,

you'll go upstairs and clean your room
so they can paint the main rooms next.

If they're gonna
be painting up there,

why don't we go back to Napoles?

Because we're going to be much safer here,
mi amor.

And you are going to have
to learn to listen.

This isn't Napoles where you
can do whatever you want.

If Medellín's safer,
then why am I trapped here?

You're not!
You have 4,000 square meters to explore!

Isn't that enough for you?

Is that a lot?

Well, you better go ask
the teacher about it,

because that's why he's here.
Now go on.

Do you know who got who?

I think the one from Medellín poached
the one from Cali.

No, let me tell you.

They both ran their own cartel routes, dude.

- One in Cali, the other in Medellín.
- Oh, no.

When they got thrown in jail in Miami,

the love birds fell for each other.

Oh!

They promised each other
whoever got out first would take

the other person's route.

Nah, dude, I don't believe it.

The patron was betrayed for d*ck.

- That's what you're telling me.
- Nah, man. It's the power of love.

They fell in love.
Fell in love.

Listen.

The real problem here is that

the Cali Cartel won't let go
of that route.

Pablo's gonna be pissed.

And he doesn't forgive,
so they'll pay for it.

Yeah, but they're already in jail.

Neither of you can imagine
the things I've seen in there.

I know.

They're not love stories, man. No.

I remember this guy,
he came in for raping his own daughter.

So guess what the warden did?

He decided to round us all up one day
and make us jerk off,

pour all our jizz into jars.

There must've been 20-something jars.

And he forced him to drink it.

And afterwards,...

They went and cut the b*stard's d*ck off.

All this blood
was gushin' outta him like a hose.

Gushing, gushing.

And that squeal a pig does
when you cut its head off?

He screamed like that
till he bled out.

Oh, yeah, we watched him bleed to death.

I'll tell you one thing.

The Hell they tell us about
in Church, dude...

It's an amusement park
when you compare it to prison.

Long live freedom, right?

Can you imagine what would happen to any
of us if we ended up incarcerated

in a U.S. Prison?

No, man, I'd rather die.

Hey, Lagaña.

Hey.

Hey, patroncito!
What's goin' on?

You comin' to eat my special world-famous
beef tripe stew a la Lagaña?

Come on, patroncito.
It smells so good.

No, I just ate.
I'm fine.

Is Rodri there with you guys?

Uh, Rodri?

Eh, well, Rodri went on a walk with Angie.

- They went to eat!
- More like eating each other!

There they are.

Those are the guys who
are just dying to throw us

and the patron into American prisons.

Those b*stards.

As if we were just bananas
he could export out.

The man in charge there
is Garcia Zárate.

The owner and editor
of the newspaper

that's been insisting on our deportation.

And obviously he used that
to get into politics,

like everyone else does.

He's been married for 24 years.

Those three men he's with right now,
they're his children. All boys.

And him?

That's his secretary there.

He never leaves Zárate's side.

He's like another son.

You know what I don't get?

Why can't they just leave us in peace?

Well, I refuse to go
to an American prison.

I'd k*ll myself before that happens.

A little pill of cyanide and that's it.
Nighty-night.

What? What is it, Ange?

That woman with the secretary over there
is my little sister.

I haven't spoken to her in four years.

I wasn't aware that I had a niece.

Oh, they called me.

They told me, "Mrs. Victoria,
take whatever you want.

We have all the certificates
and everything."

So I said, "Okay."
You'd like it.

It arrived a week ago.

They called and offered me double.

Mija, just hold onto it.

If those guys offered you double
the price,

they've got some fool paying them triple.
Don't sell it.

That works for me.

You're having a party without me, huh?

I came to see what your mom just bought.

Come on.
It looks like a photograph, right?

Seems boring, doesn't it?

Boring?

Pictures of girls with their boobs out
are way more interesting.

Juan Pablo.

It's 5:00 o'clock in
the morning.

Your dad must be tired.

Mama, come on.
It's been a week since I've seen him.

I'm sorry, mijo.

Yeah.

It's the best thing to do.

Stay somewhere else so you're both safe.

Ah.

Excuse me, patron, but it's time.

Ah, I love you.

And we love you, don't we?

Yeah.

Honey, this one doesn't fit in
with the rest.

Oh, who asked you, Pablo?

Ridiculous.

One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

- 15, 20, 25, 30.
- Angie!

- 35, 40, 45, 50, 55, 60.
- What the hell?





- Hey.
- Hey.

Is the house so small
you couldn't find your own spot?

- Super tiny, yeah.
- Yeah.

- Stop it. Stop.
- Yeah, okay.

- Now for real. Get your a*s outta here.
- Such a chicken.

- People are gonna see us.
- You chicken son of a b*tch.



What-hey, what are you doing?

Find your own hiding spot, man.

Ready or not, I'm on my way.

Y'all better hide.

Hey.

Hmm?

Be honest]

- Are you f*cking Angie?
- What?

So it's really true, then?

Yeah, it's true,
but let's just keep it between us, okay?

I'm trusting you.

- Everyone knows already.
- What?

Hey, quiet. Get down. Get down.

He's coming, he's coming, he's coming.

- Ah!
- Hey, we're playing a game here!

Have some respect!

Hey, careful.
That sword ain't yours.

- Come on, dude. Calm down.
- Hey, man, I'm telling you.

That's Bolivar's sword.

- This is Bolivar's?
- Yeah, dude.

And if the patron sees you playing
with that, it's over.

He'll hang you by the ba*ls, man.
Leave it alone.

Calm down. It's a replica.

- Seriously, put that away!
- No, man, it's not!

It's not a replica, dumb a*s.
That's the real thing.

- Don't be such a b*tch.
- Hey, señores.

Get it!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa, careful!

- Did I just f*cking lose?
- Son of a b*tch!

Which one is it?
Holy, or a b*tch?

Yo, how come you're ganging up on one
of your own?

Wait, what does that mean?

You see, Juampi,
God gave man dicks.

And I'm talkin' big dicks.
Big enough to penetrate a p*ssy.

But ponytail over here likes
to put his sad d*ck somewhere else.

I'll have you know
I have a girlfriend.

Yeah, but you don't really f*ck her,
do ya, dumb a*s?

That's the same sh*t!

Come on, René.
Don't put up with that.

Gentlemen, Jerry's calling.
He needs you all now.

- "He needs you all now."
- Yeah, yeah. Get back to work.

- Let's go, everybody. Come on.
- Let's go.

Looks like we're saved by the bell,
patroncito.

Later.

René.

What is it, patroncito?

Is the antenna moving?

Yeah, give me a sec.
I'll take a look.

Yeah, still movin'.

Okay, okay. Thank you.

Juampi.

Mi amor. I'm making sandwiches.
Would you like one?

Um, no, mami. Thanks.

- I'm not hungry.
- Okay.

Hey.

Girl.

You know what you gotta do?

What we decided to do.

You remember what
the newspaper owner looks like.

Don't forget.

You need to leave the front door open

and then open the one to the...

- To the garage.
- Right.

Are you ready?

Hey.

You better be careful.
You mean a lot to me.

It'll be fine.

I'll meet you inside.

It'll be fine.

May I help you?

That woman with the secretary
over there is my little sister.

What's up? What's up?

Let's go!

My father's enemies
had spared my life.

But they had been clear.

UNITED MEXICAN STATES
NATIONAL IMMIGRATION STATUS REJECTED

They didn't want Escobar's children living
in Colombia.

My mother's priority...

PASSPORT

...Became getting
my sister and me out of the country.

IMMIGRATION CANADA REJECTED STATUS

Nevertheless, we were faced
with an even more complex reality.

No other country wanted Escobar's heirs
on their land.

RESOLUTION NO 370000007/37 APPEALED

Mexico. Canada. Germany. Spain.

Same response from every embassy.

REJECTED IMMIGRATION STATUS

Unfortunately,
we can't grant you a visa.

Why not?

Because you're an Escobar.

SECRETARY OF STATE
FOR IMMIGRATION REJECTED LEGAL STATUS

An expl*si*n.

A b*mb. That's the only thing
the airlines seem to hear.

It's every time we try
to buy plane tickets with our names.

And it doesn't matter if we try
to buy them ourselves...

- Or we send other people to do it.
- We could travel by land.

But that's taking a big risk.

And even if we make it out,
no country is willing to take us.

Ah, you know the saying.

Where there's a will, there's a way.

But because of Juan Pablo's agreement
with the Cali Cartel,

we need to get him out
of Colombia now.

If only it was just those in Cali.

Our enemies are all over.

That's it, then.
We're no better than pests.

They'll be looking for us anywhere we go.

They're looking for the Escobars.

We are Escobars.
That's our name.

What I'm trying to say is that, uh...

If you guys had a common name...

And a different surname,
it's likely...

You'd get through immigration.

And live the rest of our lives illegally?
Absolutely not.

I refuse to subject my children to that.

It would all be completely legal.

I found this little-known law.

And it allows any Colombian to correct,
change, or amend their names.

It's an opportunity
to reinvent yourselves completely.

To escape to freedom.

Juan Pablo, you need
to stop moving the antenna every day!

There's something wrong
with the television now!

Then what do we even have
the antenna for?

I'm just telling you to stop moving it!

Now all we get here is this Japanese stuff
and I don't know why you like it so much.

And no sleeping on the couch anymore,
either!

It's a mess in here now!

But my room still isn't ready yet!

I guess you're stuck sleeping with me in
the guest room, then! Don't argue.

Tonight, another unfortunate
attack on journalism has taken place.

HITMAN ATTACK AGAINST THE PRESS

In a failed attempt, th*gs tried
to violently enter the home

of newspaper editor Franco Garcia Zárate.

After a shootout, one of his secretaries
was gravely injured.

What the hell is wrong

with you guys? I really don't get
how you have such horrible luck, man!

All you had to do was keep your cool
but instead you went crazy.

Like, I don't even understand
how you guys can mess that up so badly!

It's crazy to me!

They were tipped off.

I swear to God,
right when they opened the door,

those m*therf*ckers started firing
like they knew.

Oh, really?
Then I guess the real question...

...Is who would have snitched?

Nobody snitched on anyone.

- Angie just f*cked up.
- How'd she do that?

Well, you saw her.
She freaked out.

Jesus, kid,
all she had to do was distract him.

Easy enough, right?

You pop out a titty and charm him
so we could get him from behind

and grab the car, but no.

Instead she just stood
there frozen like a f*cking statue.

You gotta admit this whole
gig failed because of her.

Don't talk about her like that.

No! Angie did exactly
what she had to do!

Look, we all know she
was prepared.

But something or someone distracted her
from gettin' the job done.

What the hell are you tryin' to say?

I'm just tellin' the truth.

Yeah.

He's right, kid.

With you two messing around,
you're splitting up the group.

And things are falling apart.

Wait, "You two?"

When did I screw up, exactly?

I was there firing away, dude.

And I say that's what we all should
have done from the very start.

Listen to me, dumb a*s!

The order was to take the guy in alive.

If we went in g*ns blazing,
it would have been a blood bath in there.

Cool yourself, Rodrigo.

Then I'm gonna do a line.

I thought you didn't do that.

Well, today I do.

Go on, then.

Welcome to the party, parce.

Let's make a plan, Dorado.

Whatever you want.

A party or something,
'cause it's gonna be a long night.

The blow to your stomach caused
some internal bleeding

and stopped the pregnancy
you were carrying.

I'm very sorry.

We have more details in regards
to the attempted attack that was made

on Franco Garcia Zárate,
the editor in chief of a major newspaper.

Eyewitness accounts from Zárate's staff
indicated that the attackers included

at least three men and a woman,

who attempted to gain entry to Zárate's
home by posing as unarmed locals.

When Zárate's staff became
suspicious about the intruders,

a gunfight ensued, leading
to one staffer being rushed

to the hospital with serious injuries.

A law enforcement press bulletin indicated
that the injury was not life-threatening,

and the staffer is expected to survive.

The attackers were seen escaping
from the scene in a light blue Jeep...

Miguel.

Take Luis as you first name
and sing to me at night.

Hmm.

How about Emiliano?

Diego, Willy?

There are so many.

Which one do you like?

You could just leave Juan
and add another name, right?

Like Daniel.

Daniel means "the chosen one."

I have enough problems with people
who think I'm the chosen one.

Pick a new one.

Hmm. Sebastian?

Juan Sebastian.

Juan Sebastian.

And who's the mom of Juan Sebastian?

This is gonna be annoying.

Maria Isabel, mi amor.
Maria Isabel.

Maria Isabel,
mother of Juan Sebastian Ramirez.

No. Not that one.

Not Ramirez, Gonzales, Lopez, Garcia, no.
Think about it.

If we want to earn their respect,
we need an aristocratic name to use.

Angeles Sarmiento,
only daughter, from Barranquilla.

Her parents are Eugenia Rodriguez
and Pedro Sarmiento.

Lived in Baranquilla until she
was ten years old.

Want me to make you breakfast?

- Yes, please. I'm hungry.
- 'Kay.

- Andrea.
- Yes, mi amor?

That's not your name anymore.
You can't react to it.

But it's just you and me. We're alone.

No, there's always someone
who could be watching us.

If what you want is for us to be alone,
Angeles.

You really need to understand that.

Are you serious?

Miss Angeles,
where were you born?

Can I just go make your breakfast now?

Fine.

I'm from Baranquilla,

I'm the only child of a housewife
and an accountant,

and I attended
Maria Auxiliadora Elementary. You happy?

Juan Pablo, mi amor,
listen to what the lawyer...

Sebastian, mamá.
My name is Sebastian.

- Watch your tone.
- Juan Pablo, you're being so rude.

Please, go ahead.

There's a possible destination.

And this country's representatives said
their government's willing to receive you

and provide you with protection.

Tell me where.

- Mozambique.
- Mozambique?

In Africa.

Hey, Angie.

I don't give a damn what those f*ck do.

It's their asses on the line.

Those b*stards can go f*ck each other
for all I care.

All I'm asking
is that they don't touch my routes.

Of course, patron.
You're totally right.

All those routes are yours.

So do we have a deal with
the Cali Cartel or not?

Yes, we do have one, señor.

But isn't it better
to just do what we discussed? Huh?

Give me the routes they promised me?

Or do you think the b*stards in the cartel
are tryin' to make us go to w*r?

In my humble opinion, patron,

if they get one,
they'll take two and three.

They need to show you respect.

They need to see that you have
the ba*ls to do what it takes.

That means w*r is w*r, Pablo.

You're damn right.

Security!

Security!

Oh, my God!

Contact Monaco.

Help!

Someone help!

- Juan Pablo!
- Mamá!

- Mamá!
- Talk to me!

- Juan Pablo!
- Mamá, here!

Keep talking!

Mamá!

Here he is!
Juan Pablo, mi amor!

- Mamá!
- Look at me! Look up at me!

- Mamá!
- We're here.

We're right here, mi amor.

- Ma, are you okay?
- It's okay, mi amor.

- Mamá!
- It's okay. I'm okay. I'm okay.

Give me your hand.
Give me your hand now!

Give me your hand.
Give me your hand.

Dorado!

- Mrs. Victoria!
- Dorado, help me...

Dorado! Dorado! Dorado!

- We're right here!
- They're gonna get you out!

They're gonna get you out!
It's okay!

My leg! My leg!

Pull him out!

Get him out of there.
Come on.

- My baby!
- You're okay.

You're okay, buddy! Come on.

Dammit!
They're gonna pay for this!

Let's go, Juampi! Let's go!
I got you.

Keep moving, big guy.
Keep moving.

This way! Over here!
Here! This way!

Let's go! Let's go! Let's move!

Get in the Jeep!
Get in the Jeep!

Juan Pablo! Juan Pablo!

Who's got the keys?

We don't have time for that!
Come on, get in the car!

- Get in the car!
- It's gonna be okay.

Holy sh*t.

The Monaco expl*si*n
was the first car b*mb attack in

the history of Colombia.

The goal was to end my father's life.

Miraculously, they didn't k*ll my sister,
my mother, or me.

There were ten injured and three dead.

The affected neighbors,
caught between outrage and resignation,

were thanking God for being alive after
the terrifying expl*si*n.

ATTACK ON THE MONACO BUILDING

The citizens,
still stunned,

recounted the words of the authorities
comparing Medellín with Beirut.

The citizens are now
left speculating about what else...

They're here now, patron.

Mijo!

Papito. Hi, papi. Hi.

- You okay?
- Yes.

I'm glad we're here now.

- Honey, did they hurt you?
- No.

Come on. We're going to your mother's.

- Okay.
- Hey, guys!

Pack it up! We're going!

Hurry up over there so you
can help them get in the truck.

Just give me a minute.

Up until that day,

the country had known all about
the kidnappings, extortion, and murders.

But in response to this attack,

my father would escalate an offensive
that would bring about narco-terrorism.

It was the Cali Cartel.

m*therf*ckers, I'm gonna f*ck them
so bad...

That for the rest
of their miserable f*cking lives,

they'll regret messing with my family.

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SUFFERING OF ALL VICTIMS

OF THE ATROCITIES CARRIED OUT BY
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