Original subtitles

You guys, that has to be Aleida asking for the key! Can you get that?

Pick up! I only have one pair of hands. I'm not growing another.

Six-zero what?

One, one, one. William, please set the table.

-That's what I'm doing! -Boris, stop that!

-Sit down and eat your breakfast, please. -I don't like those eggs!

You're going to eat your eggs because I'm about to lose my flight!

I'm done!

Aleida.

No, it's fine. I'm late.

So you guys go ahead. I'll just take a taxi.

William!

Why is this on? You're gonna burn the pot! I've told you a thousand times!

It's dangerous, honey!

And turn off that radio. I need some peace and quiet!

-What did you write, Roberto? -Six-zero-nine.

Baby, it's six-zero-one.

I'm taking you to get your ears checked because I've repeated this over and over.

Enough!

We're having breakfast. Stop kicking everything. No more fussing!

Listen, there are kids in Africa who would absolutely kill to eat these yummy eggs.

But if they die anyway, they shouldn't eat the yummy eggs.

It's Mommy and Boris. Not Mom, you, and Boris.

-Where's my shoe? -It's in the fridge.

Why wouldn't you tell me the first time I asked?

Because it's "Mom and Boris," not "Mom, Boris, and I."

William, enough! Open your mouth, my love.

-Come on! -But I don't like it.

Listen, sweetheart, finish your breakfast,

or I swear I'll take these eggs and throw them on your head!

William, help me with your brother.

Help me!

-No. -Shut up!

-You shut up! -Hey, be nice!

Open wide. Here comes the little jet!

Look at this!

Ugh!

-What's gotten into your head? -What's wrong with you?

You little shit!

What's this? What's wrong with you? Boris, let me help you with that.

Sweetie, let me-- Ahh! Fucking hell!

Stop! Boris!

-Open up, now. -Go away!

One, two,

three!

I'm-- I'm sorry! Sweetie, are you okay?

Ah! Open your mouth. Open your mouth.

-Open your mouth! Say, "Ah!" -What happened?

Oh, God! Oh my God, baby…

Aw, sweetie… Let me take another look, yeah?

Say, "Ah!" Ah…

Let's do this. Let's go.

Son of a bitch.

Toro, put it here.

Between 1968 and 1973, the golden age of piracy in the air,

348 planes were hijacked across the globe.

More than half of these incidents took place in Latin America,

where the planes were taken to Cuba, a haven for communism.

Seventeen hijackings were documented in Colombia,

including the longest-lasting one on the continent.

This is the story.

THE HIJACKING OF FLIGHT 601

CHAPTER 1 LEAVE HER TO HEAVEN

Oh gosh, I'm so sorry, sir.

Can I help you? You look a bit lost. Mind if I peek?

Aerobolivar flight 601 to Cali. Gate number five, domestic terminal.

You can just take those stairs

and look for the girls wearing the same uniform.

How many teeth?

Just one, Doctor, but it wasn't a baby tooth.

-It was a real one. -So look for it. See if you can find it.

I have no clue where that tooth went, Doctor.

Keep applying pressure to the wound. Don't think about rubbing coffee on it.

Be brave.

Of course not. I would never! Ah! Doc, I found it!

Here. It's right here. I found it. It's got its little root and all.

So put it in your mouth and get it over here as soon as possible.

-To prevent it from getting lost? -To prevent death.

-You mean that Boris might die? -His tooth, Edilma.

-So his tooth doesn't die. -Right, right.

Stop moving!

Good morning, witches!

-Well, speaking of the devil. -Morning!

How you doing, Bárbara?

Oh, yeah, Bárbara, someone sent you those.

Ooh!

Who are they from?

-Not the note you wanted? -No.

Not the suitor I wanted.

Now, where's the supervise bitch?

Supervise whore's better, Miss Gallo.

If you insist on being vulgar, at least try to be a bit funnier.

Two shoemakers, to town they stomped…

…to stomp in a shoeless stampede.

Very well. Dávila, hop on the scale.

Well, you're fat.

Here.

And now?

You're still fat.

No, I'm not fat.

You've developed into what we call an air walrus.

Or you're pregnant, in which case, you're fired.

You, new girl!

Uh, yes, Ms. Manchola?

There are three essential attributes we look for in attendants.

One, she's unwed. Two, she's childless. Three?

No. I'm not fat.

Gallo!

Perfect weight.

Your nails, makeup, overall appearance…

Okay!

Hair down, please.

Oh, come on, Manchola.

I said hair down. Now.

I knew it. I knew it.

You're not allowed to make changes to your appearance

without direct approval from management.

But look at the elegance, the class. Look at me, come on.

Darling, don't bother.

That little haircut won't hide your pretty Indigenous face.

I'm putting you and the newbie on the overnight flight, okay?

Edilma Pérez!

-Edilma Pérez! -Give me the phone.

-Where the hell is she? -Hello?

Bárbara, it's for you.

It's your grandma.

Hey, Grandma. What's up?

-I don't want to! -Bárbara?

I slammed the door on Boris's face, knocked his tooth out.

The dentist is putting it back in.

Oh, my goodness.

Another urinary infection? How awful.

-What's the problem, Manchola? -Mm-hmm.

Hmm? Oh, I'm sure it's one of those really strong yeast infections.

It's a fungus!

Boys! Roberto! William, sit down!

Aw, come on, do me a favor.

Think you might be able to cover 601? I'm not leaving my kid.

No, you're gonna have to get yogurt and smear it on something.

How about the other late-shift ladies? There must be someone who can cover it!

No. No, Grandma. See, my gynecologist is fully booked out.

And to make matters worse, his new secretary is, well…

She can't tell her ass from her elbow, you know?

-What? Is this code or what? What do you-- -All right, enough! Give me!

Let me explain something, I don't have anybody to replace you,

and you need to train the new girl.

Hi, Manchola.

Can you believe I'm in the ER with my mother?

Help me out, reassign one of the girls, and I'll take--

No! Impossible!

I can't reassign anyone today because it'll be chaos at the airport.

Let me rephrase, flight 601 is going to leave at 8:10 on the dot.

Either you get here on time or find a new job.

I'll cover your boarding, but hurry!

-I wanna go home! -Enough, enough.

-We're almost done. -No!

Sir, your boarding pass, please.

Brown pants and white socks?

There a problem, officer?

Have a pleasant flight.

Am I on the wrong plane or something?

Where is Villanueva?

Good morning, Captain.

Um, he's not here today.

What happened was there was some last-minute adjustments to the schedule,

so I'll be assisting as your co-pilot for today.

Pleasure, Guillermo Luís Lequerica.

Are you planning on taking over as captain, is that it?

I've piloted 18 different types of engines in 31 years of service.

I've logged 27,320 hours of flight time and intend to reach 40,000,

so I strongly recommend that you stop warming my seat.

No, sir. That was not my intention, I swear.

I was simply just--

You were simply enthralled by the human miracle of aviation, sir!

You were day-dreaming about the most wonderful career in the world!

Richard Wilches. Pleasure to meet you.

The pleasure's all mine.

-Brother, you really-- -Captain.

Captain.

Captain.

-Aleida! Aleida? -Toys!

-Aleida! -Yay!

-Roberto, where's my car? -Aleida, we're home already.

Time for TV, kids!

Where's my hat? I gotta go. I'm going to miss my flight!

I bet you already missed it.

You're failing at school because of that attitude.

-My love, enough! -No!

There's plenty of food in the fridge.

-One hour of televi-- -One hour of television.

-Or else we'll go square-eyed. -Good.

Bye, boys, be good!

I love you! Bye!

-Edie! Edie! -What's wrong?

You forgot this.

A little bitty dot for you, and one for me.

There we go. Now, we're connected.

Love you. Put ice on that.

Ahh!

Come on, hurry up.

-The plane won't board itself, honey. -These heels are killing me. I'm trying.

Oh, you and me both.

But beauty is pain, my dear. Now, get up.

Here's the thing, honey.

Just about a year ago, Julio Iglesias…

Julio Iglesias came on to me on a flight.

My whole body was saying yes, but I said no.

Want to know why?

This uniform doesn't come off for just anybody.

This uniform, Marisol, drives men crazy.

It opens up many doors and, above all,

gives you a certain class that you clearly do not have yet.

Now, if you're starting to feel like this uniform is a little big on you,

I'm positive you can find one that fits better elsewhere.

Am I clear, honey?

Go check the emergency equipment and verify that the meals are in place.

See you in a sec.

-Come on, go, go! Go on! -Yes, yes.

Captain Cabrera!

Uh…

-You go ahead. Bye. -Yes, Captain.

Hello.

Well, I wanted to congratulate you personally, face-to-face,

for accomplishing your 20,000 flight-hour goal.

I had a little present for you,

but, well, you didn't go to the pilot party.

-You'll have to use your imagination-- -Bárbara, not here, please.

So now I'm "Bárbara"? What was it you called me in San Andrés?

"My caramel queen,

I want to feel the touch of your skin for the rest of my life."

All right, what are you insinuating?

Because I just want to reiterate, as I said in the beginning,

I was very clear, I will not walk away from my marriage,

and especially not for you.

I've never asked you to do that.

And never would.

All I wanted was for you to dance one song with me, one song!

I'm not going to risk our thing for one simple song.

That's all!

Sounds to me like I'm only your caramel queen behind closed doors,

but I can also tell you that you're ashamed of addressing me in public.

-No, no! -Look, Cabrera!

You and I are over.

Bárbara!

You will never find someone like me.

Oh, thank God.

Why can't Nora get married in Bogotá? I'm confused.

Cali is essentially a public sauna.

How do I explain this, Martha Lucía?

Our daughter is engaged to the heir of a sugar cane factory,

and the cane factories are not in the capital.

That a good enough explanation?

I'm told it's your first time flying a DC-6. Is that right?

Uh, yes, sir.

Let me tell you something, this plane is much like a woman.

How so?

Well, if you don't treat her with respect, she will torture the hell out of you.

-Ah. -You maneuver her well, and it's all…

How do you say?

-Groovy! -Groovy!

Ladies, good morning to you. Passengers can board now.

Welcome.

Sir, how nice to have you on board.

Welcome to Aerobolivar.

Are you gonna take all that?

Mm-hmm.

Flying petrifies me.

I want to lose consciousness entirely before we're airborne.

-Elvira, could you help me? -Yes. It's on your left.

Go on. Go on, my love. Nine and ten.

-Nine? -Nine. Nine, then ten.

-I want the window seat! -Right here. All right.

Go ahead, darling.

-So, did we make it? What did I tell you? -Barely.

-We made it. We made it. -Barely.

We're late like always.

This damn suitcase.

Okay, there we go.

Fuck!

Sir, could you please go any faster? I'm so late.

Captain Wilches?

-Boarding complete, 43 passengers-- -Ugh.

-Uh, 43 PAX confirmed. -Mm-hmm.

What are you doing? If Edilma doesn't show?

-Then you're on your own. You can manage. -No, Bárbara, wait!

It's just 43.

Remember, all you need to do is just smile.

If a passenger's rude to you? Smile.

They touched your ass? Smile.

Oh! A passenger is having a panic attack?

Just smile.

Say it after me, "Six hundred and sixty-six."

Six hundred and sixty-six.

-Relax, relax! -Mmm.

Six hundred and sixty-six.

-Six hundred and sixty-six. -That's perfect!

No whining, bye.

No, please don't go, Bárbara!

Six hundred and sixty-six.

Excuse me, ma'am?

Six hundred and sixty-six.

I'm okay, I'm okay.

Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry!

Oh no, don't leave!

No! No, wait!

-No, no, no! Don't leave! -No, honey, it already took off.

I gotta go, or I'll miss mine. I'll call from Medellín. Ciao.

Bogotá Departures, good morning. Aerobolivar 601.

Aerobolivar 601, heading towards exit via Girardot.

Ascending, 190.

TOURISM AROUND THE WORLD

Jesús!

I'm done. Have some, man.

ANDALUSIAN BAKERY

My, uh…

My doctor won't let me eat anything that has sugar in it.

What the hell are you still doing here?

I was too late.

But there's one to Cali in 20. I'll board that one and come back on mine.

Your brother's still in billing and accounts?

Yes. I'll tell him to get you on board.

Just a minute, Edilma.

I don't understand

why you believe that in this company you get treated like first-class.

I thought I'd been clear, you're fired.

Pardon?

You heard me.

-Look, ma'am, I can… -"Ms. Manchola."

Ms. Manchola, as I explained, I have a sick mother--

That's enough! Your mother already died twice last year.

I know you have kids.

I've known for a while.

But, today, you demonstrated you're unequipped

to have a career and be a mother at the same time.

Look, Ms. Manchola.

-If you had children, you'd understand-- -Ah!

If I had children like you do,

I wouldn't be working here, because I would be with my kids.

I'd raise them, care for them, but I don't have children.

So here I am.

Go home! Go, get out of here!

Go be with your children.

You are dismissed. 'Kay?

What kind of authority do you believe you're firing me with?

What?

I am the right hand of Mr. Pirateque, director of this company.

No, you're his secretary!

Because he's the one with the title, not you!

"Ms. Manchola."

Show some respect.

Edie, do not make things even more difficult.

Well, I'm also not making things that easy!

Ms. Manchola.

Bogotá Control, Aerobolivar 601 has reached and is maintaining a level of 190.

She's all yours, Kemosabe.

Well, wake me up just before we land in Cali.

I'm gonna have a little nap.

Ah!

Let the cattle run wild.

I'm sorry.

Yes, sir? How may I help you?

See this?

Do as I say, and I won't kill you.

Now make me two coffees.

No, sir. Please don't kill me. Please, sir.

No, no! Shh! Calm down, calm down.

-Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. -Why are you--

Don't cry. No, no, no. I won't harm you. I won't harm you.

Look at me. I promise, I won't kill you.

Just calm down, calm down, calm down. I'm not gonna kill you.

You're all right.

Cabin lady, please, come on!

Those girls don't have their heads screwed on right.

-Go on. -Yes.

Six hundred and sixty-six.

Six hundred and sixty-six.

Miss.

Miss?

-Miss! -Mmm?

I've been calling you for ages. I've been pushing that button.

I don't know if it's not working and you can't hear me.

I need some water to take my medication.

Miss, did you hear me?

Miss?

Miss.

Miss, hey!

You see?

She's crying.

Maybe her boyfriend left her or something.

Do it!

Uh, Captain Wilches? Would you like a coffee?

Captain, I brought you coffee!

Come in!

Some coffee would be nice, right?

Stay where you are, and nobody gets hurt!

-Hey-- -Don't move, motherfucker!

-Okay! -Motherfucker, stay still! Don't move!

Stay still.

-Don't move. -Calm down, calm down.

Are you hijacking us?

Switch paths to Medellín.

We'll stop and refuel, and then we're flying to Cuba.

-Got it? -Yes, yes, yes. That's fine.

Don't worry, we are going to cooperate--

-Hey, partner! Partner! -We're all gonna die!

Ahh! He has a gun, and he's gonna kill us! Ahh!

Let me go! Let me go!

Let me go!

Hey, hey, hey!

Sit down! Sit the fuck down!

Sit the fuck down! Sit the fuck down!

Get back to your seats!

Now, motherfucker!

Where's Bárbara?

She's not here, sir.

It's only us and the new girl.

Stay! Don't move!

Grab the fucking seat in front of you! Come on!

Sit down!

Let me see your hands!

-Don't look at my face! -Hands on the seat in front of you!

-Don't move! -Hands where I can see them!

Ma'am, I suggest you keep your mouth shut!

-All right, to Medellín! -Shut the fuck up!

-I just-- -Shut up!

I just want to be clear that we are willing to cooperate in order

to protect the wellbeing of our passengers and our crew--

-Stop talking and do as you're told! -Okay.

-Take us to Medellín. -Fine.

Now the plane is mine, sir.

ENG. A. A. PIRATEQUE MANAGER

I'm not here.

Apologies.

One day, I'll burst into the women's restroom unannounced,

so you know how good it feels.

-Pirateque-- -Director.

Director.

Leave us alone, Marito.

-Do you like it? -Hmm?

The fabric?

Is the fabric English?

Prince of Wales. Dandy.

-Industrial Revolution. -Manchola fired me.

-The way you present yourself-- -I missed a flight. Not the point.

The point, Edilma, is the door you just flung open

with such carelessness now says "director."

-Well, yes, precisely. -Because, because, because…

I no longer work in Operations.

Now, I'm director of this company.

And as director, any problems regarding the flight attendants are…

Pfft. None of my concern.

That so?

Guess that means I'm not supposed to be concerned

with all of the olives, almonds,

and whiskey that Manchola forces us to haul constantly.

Don't know what you're getting at,

but I never argue with women who are menstruating.

Who's menstruating?

You have some balls, I'll give you that.

You let that hag fire me,

I swear I'm exposing her for smuggling with the airline,

and then you lose your…

secretary.

I'll get you your job back.

No need for all this smuggling and airline nonsense.

We'll buy you an alarm clock so you can make it to work on time.

Welcome back Edilma to Aerobolivar.

Thank you.

-Aristides. -Yes?

I want to speak about something personal.

Tell me.

Why won't you pick up the telephone?

They've hijacked… They've hijacked 601.

They what?

They're refueling in Medellín and then heading to Cuba.

How many people?

Forty-three passengers and…

three crewmen.

They left only with the newbie.

Where the fuck is the other one, Manchola?

She's sitting in front of you.

-You're fired. -I'd already fired her, director.

I just rehired her a minute ago. Oh, well.

Now I'll get the pleasure of firing her myself.

Edilma, get out.

I don't wanna see you ever again!

No more clowning around in this company!

YOUR DESTINATION IS OUR BUSINESS AEROBOLIVAR

Hey, lady. Lady, hey.

Lady, hey.

Excuse me.

Sir Hijacker.

So, mister, the thing is, I have a delicate heart condition,

and those things make me very, very nervous.

Would it be possible to get some water for me to take my medication?

Hey, lady, give that guy some water.

No, no, please. I quit. Please, sir.

-Stand up and get a glass of water! -No, sir, I beg you, please.

Leave me alone, please, sir.

Let's go! Get up! Let's go!

-Let go of me! No! -Get up, now!

Hey! Calm down, or I swear I'll hurt you.

Get up.

Hey.

Appreciate it, sir.

I'm taking it.

Thank-- Thank you.

We also need a glass of water for my daughter.

-Sit down! -Sit down, damn it!

Okay, okay, okay!

This isn't a fucking restaurant!

Yes, sir, we know.

Shh. Calm down.

Next passenger to push the button gets shot!

Lequerica, do you copy?

Yes, captain.

Get on the HF radio immediately and tell Operations

we need them to give us the aeronautical charts for Central America

and the Caribbean.

Also, tell them

that the hijackers are demanding we bring in a new attendant.

Make sense, Kemosabe?

Captain, they haven't demanded we bring in someone new.

Please don't ask me that.

Are you gonna be a pussy or are you gonna call them?

I'm worried I might get in trouble, man. I have seven kids.

Call them if you ever want to step foot on a fucking plane again, son.

Bogotá Operations, this is Aerobolivar 601.

601, go ahead. I can hear you.

Lequerica, also tell them to tell my wife I won't join her for dinner.

"I won't join you

for dinner."

Director Pirateque!

Cool and collected. Yeah.

AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL

Girls,

I'm here to thank you for the magnificent work you do,

both up in the skies as here on the ground.

I'd like to put myself at your disposition,

but please don't see me as your manager, but as a friend.

Not even a friend, I'd like to be a paternal figure.

We've built a family here.

And if experience has taught me anything, it's this one thing.

A man's heart is measured by what he's willing to sacrifice for his family--

Just so you know, when he says "man," he's referring to mankind as a whole.

Today, one of you will have the opportunity

to show your family your beautiful heart.

Which brings me to this question.

Who wants to be Daddy's favorite?

Well, this news must not leave this room.

We have a code 7500 on flight 601.

-Oh, no fuckin' way. -What?

And due to the negligence of one of your ex-colleagues,

only the new girl is on board, and she's passed out.

-Aw, poor girl. -And what can we do?

I need to get a flight attendant on board while they refuel in Medellín

and right before they fly off to Cuba.

We must act before the cops get involved and the media rebrands us "Aerohijacking."

It's a three-hour flight in exchange for three days on the beach at Hotel Nacional.

Pirateque, you know better than anyone how meager our pay is.

Do you really think any of us is stupid enough to board a hijacked plane?

I'll do it.

I'll board the plane.

You're no longer employed here.

Then give me my job back.

No! Edie, don't be foolish.

If you promise I'll have a job tomorrow, I'll ride that plane to Cuba.

You get to keep your job, I keep my job as well.

Even she keeps her job.

Deal.

And I want more money.

-We'll work something out. -And a five-year contract.

Three, three. We got a deal or not?

Hello?

Boris. Hi, my love.

Tell me that Aleida is there.

Hi, mommy. You received a telegram.

Collapse.

Period.

On the road.

Period.

Won't make it.

Mommy, are you on your way?

No, not yet, my love. Let me talk to William.

William!

Aleida's not here, Edie.

Yes, I know. How many lunches are left in the fridge?

There's seven meals left.

Are you crying? Why?

Because they've switched my flight. I'm gonna be stuck here overnight.

And I feel terrible leaving you on your own.

Is it just for one night?

Mmm-hmm.

I'll take care of things, but don't forget my birthday.

Of course not, my love.

-Do you know what kind of cake you want? -A carrot cake?

Promise me you'll take care of your brothers.

I promise.

I need to board, my love.

-I love you. -We love you too, Mom.

Ciao.

Ciao.

OLAYA HERRERA AIRPORT

DANGER

All right.

Two hours to refuel.

You have 30 minutes.

But a 30-minute refuel is not even enough to make it out of the country--

No buts, we'll depart in 30.

Flying to Cuba takes four-and-a-half hours--

-You don't understand, we're leaving-- -You're the one who doesn't understand!

All I want you to understand is that, with a 30-minute refuel,

this plane will go down.

I don't plan on risking the lives of all my passengers.

How long to make it to Cuba?

One hour, minimum.

You've got one hour. Not a minute past.

Edilma, please fasten your seat belt.

We're landing in ten minutes.

These are the aeronautical charts.

-Let me help you with that. -What are you doing here?

I'm coming with you. My flight got canceled.

Bárbara, what? Are you crazy?

-Sweetie, we both know, you more than-- -No!

…than anybody needs a vacation away from your kids!

And who better than your very best friend to accompany you?

I'm not going on vacation!

Oh, honey, please take me.

Please, a hijacked plane is all I've really ever wanted.

Oh, imagine what an amazing story it'd make for the kids and grandkids.

Oh, you think getting on a hijacked plane is fun?

-And you don't? -I don't!

I only have seven meals left for my kids.

And my kids will need more than just that, Bárbara!

If I don't board that plane,

in two days, they'll run out of food completely!

Go on, board the plane.

Die a martyr. Turn your kids into orphans.

Wait! That's not true! They'll have Auntie Bárbara!

There's no way in hell I'm keeping those kids, understand?

I love them, but I can't stand them. I'd honestly rather take care of you.

I won't let anything happen to you.

We'll board and exit that damn plane together.

Yeah?

Together.

Good morning.

We were told you wanted us to come with you to Havana.

-Nobody asked for that. -I did.

I asked for it.

As the captain of this aircraft.

Meaning that I am the one responsible

for the lives of the 43 passengers we're carrying.

I need experienced staff to take care of them.

I'll gladly fly you to Cuba if that's what you want.

But I need my crew members with me, sir.

You're not the captain, and you're not responsible for anything!

I decide things, and I call the shots!

I give you orders and you obey.

If you try to pull that shit on me again, I'll kill you.

-Get off the plane! -No, they're staying!

Two more hostages.

Grab that one and take her to the back! Now!

Why the long face?

I mean, in four hours, more or less, we'll be on a beach in Havana!

No, sir. We're not going to Havana.

We're following these coordinates.

Look, sir.

Even though it's inspired by real facts and people,

some characters, incidents, places, dialogues and names are fictitious.

Any similarity to reality is for dramatic purposes.

IN APPRECIATION OF EDIE AND MARÍA EUGENIA