Lucia (Andrea Savo)
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They're saying you went on a shooting spree at a resort.
They're saying you went on a shooting spree at a resort.
Don't worry. You don't exactly strike me as gun-toting badasses. Anyway, the longer you are here, the worse for everyone. So, nos vamos.
Don't worry. You don't exactly strike me as gun-toting badasses. Anyway, the longer you are here, the worse for everyone. So, nos vamos.
Oh, he's right. Escobar's men will be searching the public terminals. We need to hide you.
Oh, he's right. Escobar's men will be searching the public terminals. We need to hide you.
You're making me look bad, Charlie. Now, whenever I try to hide strange American men, Abuelita will expect them to do the dishes.
You're making me look bad, Charlie. Now, whenever I try to hide strange American men, Abuelita will expect them to do the dishes.
Please tell your grandmother she's a fabulous cook. Él dice que usted es una cocinera fabulosa.
Please tell your grandmother she's a fabulous cook. Él dice que usted es una cocinera fabulosa.
I'd go easy on that stuff. It's not the bullshit they sell to turistas.
I'd go easy on that stuff. It's not the bullshit they sell to turistas.
For generations going back. Who knows? Long before the name Escobar ever meant anything to anyone. Before the unrest. If you ask my abuela, she would tell you we sprang from the earth itself.
For generations going back. Who knows? Long before the name Escobar ever meant anything to anyone. Before the unrest. If you ask my abuela, she would tell you we sprang from the earth itself.
Peaceful? No, but safe, at least. My father grew up in Rio Negro, the same town as Escobar. Things used to be so beautiful here. Now it feels all that has been painted over by the same ugly brush.
Peaceful? No, but safe, at least. My father grew up in Rio Negro, the same town as Escobar. Things used to be so beautiful here. Now it feels all that has been painted over by the same ugly brush.
My father was an optimist. No matter how bad things got, the war, the drugs, corruption, he always wished someday people could see Colombia for what it really was. For what it could be.
My father was an optimist. No matter how bad things got, the war, the drugs, corruption, he always wished someday people could see Colombia for what it really was. For what it could be.
Between the cartels and Las Guerrillas, they make it too easy to be part of the problem. Or worse, when people do nothing but sit back and cross their arms.
Between the cartels and Las Guerrillas, they make it too easy to be part of the problem. Or worse, when people do nothing but sit back and cross their arms.
Abuela, what are you doing? Get off of him.
Abuela, what are you doing? Get off of him.
We could always take you back to prison to play more kissy-face.
We could always take you back to prison to play more kissy-face.
If I had told you my name sooner, you might never have left.
If I had told you my name sooner, you might never have left.
It's true. Reason really does change a man.
It's true. Reason really does change a man.
My partner was the one you threw up on. He agreed to let you go, provided you... How did he put it? Get your puto madre culos the fuck out of Colombia.
My partner was the one you threw up on. He agreed to let you go, provided you... How did he put it? Get your puto madre culos the fuck out of Colombia.
You can start by calling me Lucia, and don't thank me yet. It's not safe for you here. We received a tip that men are already on their way to collect the bounty on your heads. Why would someone put a bounty on us? You mean the three Americans who single-handedly reignited the cartel wars?
You can start by calling me Lucia, and don't thank me yet. It's not safe for you here. We received a tip that men are already on their way to collect the bounty on your heads. Why would someone put a bounty on us? You mean the three Americans who single-handedly reignited the cartel wars?
They're saying you went on a shooting spree at a resort.
Don't worry. You don't exactly strike me as gun-toting badasses. Anyway, the longer you are here, the worse for everyone. So, nos vamos.
Oh, he's right. Escobar's men will be searching the public terminals. We need to hide you.
You're making me look bad, Charlie. Now, whenever I try to hide strange American men, Abuelita will expect them to do the dishes.
Please tell your grandmother she's a fabulous cook. Él dice que usted es una cocinera fabulosa.
I'd go easy on that stuff. It's not the bullshit they sell to turistas.
For generations going back. Who knows? Long before the name Escobar ever meant anything to anyone. Before the unrest. If you ask my abuela, she would tell you we sprang from the earth itself.
Peaceful? No, but safe, at least. My father grew up in Rio Negro, the same town as Escobar. Things used to be so beautiful here. Now it feels all that has been painted over by the same ugly brush.
My father was an optimist. No matter how bad things got, the war, the drugs, corruption, he always wished someday people could see Colombia for what it really was. For what it could be.
Between the cartels and Las Guerrillas, they make it too easy to be part of the problem. Or worse, when people do nothing but sit back and cross their arms.
Abuela, what are you doing? Get off of him.
We could always take you back to prison to play more kissy-face.
If I had told you my name sooner, you might never have left.
It's true. Reason really does change a man.
My partner was the one you threw up on. He agreed to let you go, provided you... How did he put it? Get your puto madre culos the fuck out of Colombia.
You can start by calling me Lucia, and don't thank me yet. It's not safe for you here. We received a tip that men are already on their way to collect the bounty on your heads. Why would someone put a bounty on us? You mean the three Americans who single-handedly reignited the cartel wars?