A young Canadian fellow meets a Columbian girl and they fall in love. Turns out she's the neice of Pablo Escobar.
All is well for a while, but then the young chap starts to suspect Uncle Pabby might be a bit shady.
Reminds me of the great line of dialogue from Con Air: "If you can't trust a South American drug lord, who can you trust?"
Pablo Escobar is an anagram of Bear Polo Scab. Like if a bear grazes his furry knee playing polo.
Although only posh wankers play polo and I'm pretty sure those arseholes would shoot a bear for sport before allowing it to join theirs.