Let's go, guys!
Son of a bitch!
Fucking horse.
Jesus. Poor little animal, huh?
Because you're not a cowboy.
Testing sound. Yeah, we're here to liven up this event.
One, two, three. One, two, three. Can you hear me?
- Boss, what can I do for you? - Listen,
Of course, boss.
You hear?
Put me through to the boss.
There they are.
- How you doing, Miss Virginia? - Good evening.
Thanks, ma'am. You look great.
Who made that gorgeous dress?
My God.
Miss Vallejo, it's an honor having you with us tonight.
An admirer wants to dedicate this song to you.
Let's see what you say!
Good Lord.
I'll leave you to it.
Medellin Without Slums?
Pablito. How's your mum? Is she getting better?
Pablito! Don Pablo’s here. Come here!
My God.
Good day, Mr. Escobar.
Medellin Without Slums.
Go ahead, please.
Virginia, how beautiful.
- Thank you, my love. Enjoy. - Thank you.
- Miss Virginia. - A pleasure.
Jesus, Virginia!
- Let's go get the bastard! Let's take him out!
Outside!
Gentlemen, Virginia Vallejo.
Get in the car, damn it! Back off, man!
Yes.
Look at me, Pablo.
Look, look, look. Listen.
Do it.
Do it, man.
Wait a minute.
No, sir.
Honey... come here.
Oh, yes, yes,
Elegance went out with blue jeans. What a shame.
Thank you. Thank you.
Mine! Mine! Mine, Pablo!
Yes.
Oh, my God!
You wonderful man!
Understood?
Understood? Very good, son.
Yes.
Mr. President, fellow congressmen.
Mr. President. Mr. President,
Thank you, Mr. President.
- Leave! - Leave!
Those motherfuckers!
Sweetheart. Sweetheart.
Sons of bitches. Motherfucking sons of bitches.
Not even one!
You hear?
Right now! Right now! Get going!
- Sons of bitches. - Relax, Pablo, relax.
Motherfuckers.
Go, go, go! Hurry up!
IN JAIL FOR DRUG CHARGES IN 1976
You're not going to kill me? Go ahead and kill me, Gonorrhea!
Are you gonna kill me or what? Kill me!
- Shut up! - Hit him, you pussy!
Faggot!
Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name!
Help him, you pussies.
Listen to me.
Hitmen.
The motorcycle! The motorcycle!
Closer! Get closer!
Closer! Closer! Closer!
My God, Colombia's full of
geniuses and intelligent people like you.
Juan, Carlos Andrés, thank you.
Oh, my God.
BREAKING NEWS
Jesus Christ.
Miss Virginia.
Yes, but I can't let you in.
No, no. I'm sorry, sir, I receive an order and I obey it.
What's wrong? For God's sake, help me!
Help me! Oh, my God!
Sons of bitches.
- God bless the boss! = God bless the boss!
You hear?
We're gonna kill you, you piece of shit.
We're gonna carve up your face. We're gonna rip it off!
We're gonna disfigure you and your entire family.
Kill, commando, kill.
Kill because God forgives.
Escobar! At the bull ring, sir.
Hi. Listen you, yesterday at 7th and lndependencia.
Garbage!
You son of a bitch!
No,no,no. Listen to me. Listen to me.
Listen, what does that gringo want?
Son of a bitch. Motherfucker.
This bitch is really angry.
Helicopters! Helicopters!
Get out! They're coming!
- Come on, Pelado! Move! Move! - The birds! Release the birds!
No, no, no, you son of a bitch.
KEEP HIM ON THE LINE
ONE MORE MINUTE
Thank you.
Look at that tiny thing.
This one's nice.
I like this one, too. They're pretty.
What is it, my love? These
You like this one? Yeah.
Let's go! Let's go!
Get in, boss. Let's go.
Pablo! Pablo, get in!
Fuck me.
In the name of peace in Colombia.
All set, boss.
- What are you saying, - Pablo? No, no, look.
You hear me? You heard me, right?
- You got it. - Yes, sir.
For God's sake, brother!
Gentlemen!
Go. Go now. Go on.
- My love! - How are you?
What's up, baby?
yeah?
No, no, no, my love. No.
Yeah.
- Hello, hello, hello. - Boss.
Look!
That's good.
Don't move! Don't move! Stop!
Yeah.
- Thank God! - Hello.
Please.
Come here. Give me a hug.
Bitch.
Listen, Pablo.
Jesus.
Just one question.
Yeah, but look, Pablo.
Listen, man.
Stop fucking around, Pablo.
Who do you think we are?
Look, Pablo.
There you have it.
"There you have it."
- Pablo, Pablo, what's going on? - No, Pablo, no, it's not that.
What are you doing? Have you gone nuts, Pablo?
Let go of me! Let go of me!
Do it.
- Pablo, don't kill me like this! - You're men, you pussies!
Just shoot me!
Be grateful, motherfuckers. Show me the arm.
Go! Go! Move forward!
Left flank, eyes up, up! Move!
Sons of bitches.
For working...
with Pablo Escobar.
What is it, Victoria?
Sons of bitches. Motherfucking sons of bitches.
Sons of bitches.
Sons of bitches!
Sons of bitches. Sons of bitches.
Yeah.
Sons of bitches. Motherfuckers.
You hear me, you motherfucking sons of bitches?
Sons of bitches.
- Sons of bitches. - Motherfuckers.
Motherfuckers.
To Los Olivos! To Los Olivos!
Sweetheart.
Understand? Understand?
Understood?