[narrating] Colombia is a Catholic country, so Christmas is a big deal. But the people of Medellín always take it to the next level. And despite the manhunt for Pablo going on around them, this year was no different. Call it faith, optimism, or stubbornness, the people of Medellín thought they'd seen it all, but they hadn't. In fact, they hadn't seen anything yet.
[people gathering around a Christmas display featuring assassinated thugs]
They're criminals. Their activities cannot be condoned. Even if one does approve of the results. Mr. President, I'm no one to bullshit. Maybe that's hurt me in my career. Yes, Los Pepes are an ugly business. They're getting to Escobar. That's all that matters at the present.
The first man who smoked marijuana was a Chinese emperor. He burned the plant because he was attracted to its smell. But when he inhaled the smoke, he saw a blue jay. And the bird told him to conquer his neighboring empires. And that's what he did.
[narrating] Due to events in their fairly recent past, Germany had some of the softest immigration standards in Europe... If you had a pulse, they tended to let you in... Now maybe that was good for mankind, and it was certainly good for the Escobars... It was very bad for us.
[narrating] He put the city of Bogotá on edge, and the Colombian government on notice. Continue to ignore Los Pepes, refuse to acknowledge their crimes, and you're next. But terror brings more terror, and Los Pepes responded with their own special brand. We came up with a name for their displays. "Colombian folk art."Like I said, you can't make this shit up.
I don't know what you know about what it is I do, but understand this: I have our nation's long-term interests in mind. That's the beat I walk. And sitting here tonight, that means making sure the right folks are left standing when Escobar gets his bullet. So do Uncle Sam a solid. Don't complicate that. [as Peña gets up to leave] These folks are prone to emotional decision-making. Which can lead to bush league nonsense, like killing a federal agent.
[narrating] A guy who knew no bounds, no limits, had finally gone too far. He probably didn't know it then, or maybe he just couldn't accept it, but the end was coming for him. And it was about time.
[narrating] I read in a book somewhere about a rich guy goes broke. When he's asked how it happened, how he had lost everything, he answered: "Slowly at first. And then... all at once." For Pablo Escobar, "all at once" had finally come. His empire in shambles, his army all dead or in jail, Escobar did the one thing he could still do: a disappearing act.
[Pablo Escobar and Limon stay at a farm owned by Escobar's father Abel. Abel tries to teach his son about gutting a pig, but Pablo's inexperience and the sight of blood is too much for both of them]
What about you? Ignorant old man. Who lives alone. On this shithole farm. Who doesn't know his own grandchildren. Not even one fucking picture of them here. Mmm?
You wanted to come live on this farm with your wife and kids. But that's not possible, Pablo. You chose your life! Be in charge of it. You want me to tell you what I think of you? I'm ashamed. I think you're a murderer.