So it seems like a lot of the worst scopolamine stories that we've heard
start and end at places just like this.
And the next thing we're able to get from someone is,
"I woke up on a park bench, day and a half later,
without my clothes on, without any money." Whatever it is.
[COLOMBIAN DEVIL'S BREATH]
This drug has always been kinda inextricably linked to sex in some way or another.
From its earliest uses to eliminate the lingering mistresses of fallen chieftains
to its eventual use in easing the pain of childbirth.
To the stories we're hearing on the streets today
about prostitutes giving it to unsuspecting johns
or about men turning women into prostitutes
by suggesting they go out and earn some cash.
It always seems to come back to sex in one way or another
and it always seems to start at places like this.
Two black girls came over to us.
Very pleasant girls, by the way.
They sat down next to us.
[IVAN GOMEZ SCOPOLAMINE VICTIM]
That was around...
...10 or 11 at night.
We started drinking and dancing.
It was all very normal, very healthy.
We finished the bottle of rum and ordered another one.
We were slightly buzzed from the drinks.
At a certain point my friend announced that he was leaving.
But I didn't want to leave because I was enjoying the party.
So I decided to stay a little longer.
I believe that was my mistake...
...because once I was alone...
...they took the opportunity...
...to slip me something.
Another mistake I made...
...was to leave my drink and go to the bathroom.
Obviously, by the time I came back, they had put something in my drink.
We kept drinking, and that's where I start to forget.
I was feeling dizzy.
Whatever they put in the drink started to have its effect.
I also remember that we were still drinking and dancing...
...at around 2 am.
What happened after that?
I don't know what happened.
I have no explanation.
I can't say I did this or did that.
Nothing.
The next day around 8 in the morning...
I woke up in a neighborhood park.
Beaten.
How I was beaten or what happened, I don't remember.
When we need money and we see a guy walk in with it...
Whatever. We give him scopolamine.
We sit him down and start touching him.
Or we swipe his nose and he goes dumb.
[JESSICA MARIA PROSTITUTE]
21 years old.
Guys do it by sending the woman to get a cigarette...
...or to the bathroom or anywhere so they can slip it into their drink.
We do the same with the guys, "Hey, Papi, I want a cigarette..."
And he goes, "sure, right away."
Then you take the opportunity.
They stole my documents.
They took my money from the ATM.
They took cash advances from my credit cards.
I lost about 6 million pesos (USD $3,1000).
I inquired about my money at the bank and they showed me a video of me withdrawing it.
I enter alone but outside two people were waiting for me.
I assume they were the same ladies that I was with.
They're very smart...
...so they stayed behind the ATM.
...so their faces couldn't be seen.
The capacity that women have...
...to enchant you.
...simply put, it's beauty that kills you in the end.
Just as we use it to rob men...
...men use it to rape us.
Everything about scopolamine has to do with hurting people.
You can kill a person in 5 to 20 minutes without realizing it.
I want to show it to you.
Look.
Look! Shit, man!
Look.
And this is the fruit. It's full, you see.
Spectacular.
With this you have a trip for ten people.
Kids go to kindergarten right around the corner, fuck!
Welcome to "Locombia!"
Aaah! Sex, drugs, rock and roll!
Satan!
Satan.
I'm going to take at least one.
I've been to the doctor several times for that.
Why? Because I have residual effects. I forget things.
I have that problem.
Right now I'm talking with you, but tomorrow I won't remember what we talked about.
I also fight a lot in my sleep.
My dreams are all nightmares.
The hardest thing is not knowing what happened.
That's the hardest.
The first time I used it...
...was when I lived in Medellin.
I knocked on an old lady's door...I remember it well.
She opened a window for me and...
I said: "Miss, we're looking for food."
And she said: "I have some leftovers if you want."
So she opened the window and I don't know what came over me...
...but I just took the paper and I swiped the lady with it...
...and she just fell at once.
She had a heart attack and fell to the ground.
I was scared and everything.
But just like that we took the TV and everything and walked out over her.
That was the first time I used scopolamine.
From then on I used it with my clients...
...in the room or while drinking with them.
I give it to them in a drink or I swipe them with it.
...or I put it under my nose and go up to them so they smell it.
You just stick a piece of cotton up your nose, deep inside.
Then you put the drug under your nose, approach the person and he just sniffs it.
They see you sniff and then they sniff it.
Then you just go wash yourself, take the cotton out and you're fine.
There's a way to do anything in this world.
For everything there's a way.
I gave it to them, robbed them, and took off.
Things you learn in your youth on the streets.
If I had to write down everyone I had given it to...
To think that I started doing these things at age 15...
...until now that I'm 21.
Just imagine how many people.
You just think about hurting others...
...because you've already been hurt.
You think: "My life is useless, I'll just do whatever I want."
That's what I used to think, and I know I'm still young...
...but I never imagined having this life.
I never imagined it.
Never.
I can't believe I did all these bad things and I'm still here, completely relaxed.
But a lot of those bad things I've already paid with blood, with tears...
...with a lot of things.
So far, we've heard a lot of stories about burundanga,
but we'd like to get a little bit closer.
So we've asked some of our Colombian friends to put us in touch with someone
who has had experience with burundanga.
The problem with scopolamine...
...is that you don't look drugged.
You're like, "Hey, let's go." "Sure, let's go." And you go.
...and to everyone else you look normal.
It's not like..
It's not like they drag you out like this.
Scopolamine traps your consciousness.
It traps you.
It's crazy.
And you look fine.
[LUIS EDUARDO SCOPOLAMINE VICTIM]
It's like chemical hypnosis.
Absolutely.
It's like...
You know what they call it on the streets?
They call it the Devil's Breath.
Because it steals your soul.
I used to share an apartment with this friend.
And then he got married.
So he called me to go celebrate at the Quiebracantos...
...a famous place here in Bogota that he frequented.
From there we went to a brothel.
The story has two parts...
...the moment we were at the place...
...and my friend called the girls over...
...and we were drinking.
And...
...the moment when I woke up,
I woke up on a park bench in the center.
When I came back home, the doorman told me...
"You came here with some people and took out your belongings."
But everything seemed normal.
None of us seemed drunk.
Nothing. Normal.
So the story goes that they brought us...
...to my apartment. And we all went in.
The girls, the guy, my friend Carlos...
I gave them everything. Cameras, money, everything.
I emptied my account for them...
...the whole deal.
I woke up in one place.
I had no recollection of the previous night and couldn't find Carlos.
He turned up at the city morgue as a John Doe.
He died from scopolamine overdose.
I think he died as a result of his high tolerance...
...they had to keep giving him more.
Until they lost him.
And they dumped him on the street.
Do you know how it was given to you?
Was it in a drink?
I don't know man.
A drink?
No idea.
The problem is death.
The problem is knowing how much the client can take.
I think Carlos had a very high tolerance.
His body could handle a lot.
But eventually...
...he had a heart attack.
That's why I had to do what I did to them...
...for being sons of bitches.
Oh my God.
That better be the scariest drug I ever see in person.
Can you feel it?
Don't let go of that fuckin' thing.
The fact that...
...I came to my apartment with these people.
Fuck, what did they do to me? What don't I remember?
That leaves a mark.
But they made a mistake.
They didn't realize that I was well known in that neighborhood.
I had been a gangster, a real tough guy.
Bad. Bad. Bad.
I began to reconstruct the events of the night...
...and I found out everything, because everyone knows me.
"You were with these girls and this guy...
...who works for that guy" and so on.
It was a pimp and two prostitutes.
Part of a gang that strips cars.
So, of course, they had to hit the floor too.
I gave them the same ride.
I hired some people to get back at them.
They got it very bad.
Those bitches were brutally raped and murdered in a hotel room.
The guy got it just as bad.
I had them all killed.
The three of them.
For being sons of bitches.
Why?
Because I was just coming out of that hard world...
...and if I didn't do something...
I had to fly.
In that world...
...if someone does that to you and you don't do anything about it...
They lose their respect for you.
That's how vengeance is around tough guys.
Are we done with it?
I'm fuckin' over it, dude.
After all this...
Into the sewers?
Anywhere but here.
Not bummed to see you go, I'll tell you that much.
I feel like that shit...
When I first got here I was like...
super interested in it and it was like, this novelty thing.
I've heard enough stories, man, that...
just not fucking into that. It's not funny at all.
Make sure you throw away those gloves...