All that time hunting him and just like that, I’m looking down at Pablo f*****g Escobar. For years I’d been building this son of a b**ch up in my head. What a monster he’d be. But here’s the thing. When you lay eyes on him, the devil’s a real letdown. Just a man. Beard grows if he doesn’t shave. Fat and shoeless.
You want to turn on the tap of the richest country in the world, you’d better be chasing reds.
You threaten a man’s family, and you find out what he’s made of.
You can have all the intelligence in the world, but if nobody’s there to act on it, what’s it worth? Nothing.
Cocaine was no longer hidden alongside products. It was the product.
When you’ve run out of ways to hide your money, that’s when you give it to the poor.
We can either play politics or we can do the job.
We all need a method. Something to cling to when the s*** around us gets so deep, we might go under. Something to guide us home when we feel we’ve lost our way. If we’re lucky, someone gives us a method and we follow it. If not, we find our own.
The narcos always talk about loyalty… till their own asses are on the line.
The first step to blinding someone is getting them to open their eyes.
One man’s prison is anyone else’s palace.
If you make it to the top, it means you’ve killed your enemies. And sometimes, your partners.
