Dear Killer Nannies (Dear Killer Nannies: Criado por sicarios)

It took me a long time to get back to say out loud, my name is Juan

Escobar. Living under another identity, more that a decision, it was an act of

survival. I am Pablo's son Escobar Gaviria, the most notorious drug trafficker

dangerous of the planet, leader of the cartel of Medellín, responsible for a wave of

violence and terror that marked the world forever.

It was written and said about few men as much as about my father.

But never before has anyone told what they know He lived from within the family.

Their miseries, their fears, their lies and its secrets.

When he died, I became his heir But not as you think, of course

or his empire. What I inherited was his war.

After his fall...

His enemies wanted to kill me.

Everyone was looking for their money.

Everyone expected him to fall. But I continue I live to tell it.

This is the story of my family nobody knows.

Until now.

I grew up knowing I was the owner of a world magical where there was no limit.

As naive as he was brave, I liked him risk, although he did not know what danger

was exposed.

There was thus one detail in particular, the people who took care of me.

No, buddy, notice that it's an egg, brother, so you know how it is that

They are turns.

Besides, is this a beraco or is it not a berraco?

Also, batteries that your mom doesn't like that you say rude eggs.

Won't you like it when I tell you that Did you want me to store gonotes? Yeah,

now, buddy, now.

Oh, boss, we were trying, baby.

We were measuring in the oil and you know what?

Pass the test!

Pass the test!

Number seven, dude! Daddy with street sadness, Juanpi!

No,

but I drive, hey! Ah, what want, boss! Yes, that's what

Shoot, dude!

Faggot, what is that, dude! What a scare! Oh, partner, what is that fish so

horrible, dude!

Yes, sissy, look at it carefully! Oh, what is watching!

Anyone would say that leaving custody of a child in the hands of bandits was not

a good idea.

And possibly they are right, but they were my playmates, my teachers

of life, my friends, my loved ones brothers.

Mostly children of farmers who be touched by my father's grace

They earned a better life and gratitude they would put theirs at stake

for me as many times as necessary.

come from the fucking shit to come back Roast meat, dude. Point, brother! The

I screwed that up! He doesn't even eat his guts.

Tell me, man, that with rice it plays, well, dude.

Is he alive?

Should I call the vet?

Partner, relax. Anyway, there are many animals in this world, cucha.

Well, my Juanpi, this is where the documentary of Nacho in the millet. You

Spend a lot of money on those animals, dude.

So today it was your turn to send it to you.

Honor him.

With the gun. You are going to show that today You are a true Escobar Wampi.

The farm was our refuge. In those three thousand hectares everything was adventure.

Until that moment of good, soon things would change.

And what about the faces? No, tell him what's there little pool Do you want a cool

Or what?

Well, if they really feel like it, we we get to work downloading the paintings

from there to Mrs. Victoria.

Hey, Hail Mary!

They almost didn't arrive!

Where were you, my love?

Tomorrow for Medellín and you haven't looked at me a single task, Juan Pablo.

You have school. Hey, boss, what Do you expect our heat to be damaged? And to

did it happen to your forehead?

No, mom, it's just that when I was in Lake, he hit me with a stick. Yes, how not?

What irresponsible people, right?

So it kills me little boy right under your noses and

does nothing.

Let's take a look and see what you have. Angie, come and help him do his homework let's see

you can do that better.

My mother, she did understand that group that my father had chosen to

taking care of myself wasn't the best.

But fear got the better of him.

In its balance it began to affect me more security than my education.

Although at that time...

Neither of us knew what we had to take care of ourselves. Now it was put

sweet to bite key.

Mom, my dad isn't going to eat with me either. us.

My love, do you know that your dad is a man very busy?

He is working, solving some little problem there.

What problem?

A crackling there.

Why don't you eat better so that you do you make yourself beautiful?

Why don't you eat better so that you do you make yourself beautiful?

Why don't you eat better so that you do you make yourself beautiful? Why don't you eat

so that you become very beautiful? Because you don't eat better so that you get well

beautiful? Why don't you eat better so that do you look pretty?

Why don't you eat better so that you do you make yourself beautiful?

The same goes for your dad, my love. The people who love him so much gave him a

nickname that fits him like a glove.

And why are you looking at me like that?

I'm looking for a nickname for you.

For that you are well advanced, but there are no cucas for homework.

It's just that those beauties that take care of you They let the imagination fly.

Those people who talk to spirits.

How do you know she's not dead too?

That's not for reading to girls.

People complain about doing that, right?

What does he talk to the dead?

My mom made it and maintained it. talking all the time.

I don't think anyone can talk to the dead Let's see, Maria, girl. what

What happens is that here when a dead person dies in agony, don't stay here like

patching, that is, for the sky, no.

It stays floating, but there sad, like kept it.

Do you know why?

Because this country is deader than me, my love

Exactly. Do you want to leave Dubaski?

It should dry well dead. And if it hurts It's because he's alive, dude.

What happened, judge?

Oops, oops, oops.

Wait, black man, the child has arrived.

Championship?

No, bare.

It's late, go rest.

Doesn't playing scare you?

Give it then.

Finally the chicken is coming. The hen

Ready to lose.

The one who is going to lose is someone else.

Let's see.

Trickster, what's wrong with you?

Respect.

Oh, batteries with walking around believing in birds Space, kid.

Because their dad stays there.

And so, screwed, because the boss, like It is, he sends us to look for them wherever. That

It doesn't exist, partner.

It doesn't exist, but in the future it will?

Future.

Future is a word that does not exist for People like us, baby.

We can only count on the day to day.

Patroncito, go to sleep, then, it's afternoon.

No pouting at me, sir.

Come on, daddy, it's late.

Your mom is crazy about it.

Obnipresent, affectionate, fun, mysterious.

He worked a lot, he appeared in the newspapers and on television.

I longed to be with him, but time... It was the only thing that was lacking in his life.

My dad had entered politics.

He was a representative to the Chamber in the Congress of the Republic.

That brought him into the public eye, but he moved it away from his face.

I was beginning to wonder, who was my father?

Who was Pablo Escobar?

Young man, did your light go out? on?

Fear?

Ah, your age is normal, but one eggs

One day, to take off mine, I got into to the cemetery and I took out a skull

of a grave Did you do that? Yes, yes, and nothing happened to me. I cleaned it and left it

paperweight on my desk.

The dead are there to rot, not to scare

We are one son.

There can be no secrets between us.

And you know that when I'm not there, the boss I am you.

The search for Pablo Escobar continues, not only by the authorities,

but of the violent group persecuted by Pablo Escobar, self-styled Los Pepe.

At 15 years old, my father's words they came true.

His enemies wanted me dead, and he didn't I couldn't do anything to protect myself, not even

me, nor our family.

He had been hiding for months, and we, my mom, my sister, my girlfriend Andrea and

I, we tried to survive carrying a heavy inheritance, our surname.

Are you sure they didn't see them? my love, Everything went just as you organized it.

I need you to get on that plane now because I have to be calm.

No, it's like that with you.

Do you know that I can't, love?

What I need is for you three be safe.

When things are fun for me a little bit, I'll stop them again

Come on. Excuse me, excuse me. Friend, Bea, good morning. My boyfriend is not there

nothing good. I need you to us take me through first, okay? Bea, these

our passports and our tickets.

You're going to have to wait your turn like everyone here, sir... Escobar.

Give me a second, please. But yes want to look at the passages that are in

schedule, see it.

Please continue.

Miss.