One of the reasons a film about Pablo Escobar has never been made in the two-hour format is because there's too much information.
I change my phone number, and with my soul shrunken by terror, I make the decision never to see Pablo Escobar again in my life. Overnight, I have stopped loving him.
I had mixed feelings when the entire country was celebrating the death of Pablo Escobar and even Bill Clinton was congratulating the government.
I'm 100 percent convinced that Pablo Escobar was a human being. And he was a very interesting one. For sure, he was a very, very, very mean and awful human being in many senses, but he wasn't an alien. He was a person. He had friends; people laughed at his jokes. And he was a very contradictory person as well.
Marcy Runkle: Jesus fucking Christ, Charlie! We are in Escobar and you are bleeding all over my fucking floor!
Charlie Runkle: YOUR fucking floor? It's my fucking floor too and I'll bleed on it if I want to! Holy Jesus woman, I'm in dire straits here!
