There’s cash buried everywhere. The guerillas, the paramilitary, the narcos… Everybody’s burying cash.
There is nothing lower than a rat. And if we let the rats run free, the streets will be filled with them.
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.
Not everyone’s for sale, Pablo. You just keep hiding, and I will find you. Don’t know when but I will find you. And when I find you, I’m going to kill you.
No matter how well you hide it, money always leaves a trail.
If you make it to the top, it means you’ve killed your enemies. And sometimes, your partners.
Gaviria could easier cut a hundred deals with the devil before he could cut one with Pablo.
Everybody works for somebody.
All due respect, Ambassador, but you know where we are. With enough money, you can get anything done.
You may have 800 houses, my friend, but none of them is home. We will keep you on the run for the rest of your life, or until we catch you, or kill you. From now on, nowhere is safe.
