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That must be Aleida calling for you to toss her the key!

Pick up the phone! I've only got two hands over here.

-Six, zero…? -One.

-William, set the table. Boris, stop it. -I already did.

-Breakfast is ready. Sit down. -I don't like eggs!

Just eat! I'm about to miss my flight.

Aleida?

I'm running late. Go ahead without me. I'll catch a cab.

William!

Why's this left on?

I've told you before, it could burn the pot.

And turn the radio off! That's enough racket.

-What did you write down, Roberto? -609.

It's 601, honey. We have to get your ears checked.

I've told you a few times now.

All right! Settle down and eat your breakfast.

Mom!

There are kids in Africa dying to eat those eggs.

If they're gonna die, they shouldn't eat them.

This is between us. You stay out of it.

-Where's my shoe? -In the fridge.

Why didn't you tell me that before?

-I was staying out of it. -Oh, William.

-Open up. -I don't like eggs.

Listen here. If you don't eat your eggs, they're going to end up on your head.

William, give me a hand with your brother.

-Come on. -Shut up!

-Why don't you eat it? -Behave yourself.

Open wide. Here comes the airplane!

-What's your problem? -What's wrong with you?

You little shit!

What's this? Boris, come here. Let me help you.

Ow! Darn it! Wait, Boris!

-Open up. -Go away.

One, two…

three!

I'm sorry. Are you okay?

Open your mouth. Open up!

What happened?

Oh, honey.

Sweetie…

Let me take another look.

Let's do this.

Let's go.

Toro.

Bring it in.

Between 1968 and 1973, the golden age of aircraft hijacking,

348 planes were commandeered across the globe.

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

where planes were diverted to Cuba, a communist stronghold.

Seventeen incidents occurred in Colombia,

including the continent's longest-lasting hijacking.

This is the story.

THE HIJACKING OF FLIGHT 601

CHAPTER 1 LEAVE HER TO HEAVEN

I'm so sorry, sir.

Sorry.

You look lost. Mind if I take a look?

Flight 601 to Cali with Aerobolívar. Boarding gate five, domestic terminal.

Just go up those stairs and look for the girls wearing this uniform.

How many?

-Just one. But it wasn't a baby tooth. -You had it coming.

-It was a permanent one. -See if you can find it, Edilma.

-I have no idea where the tooth went. -Keep applying pressure.

Don't even think about putting coffee on it.

-Don't be a baby. -I would never.

I found it, Doctor. With the root and everything.

Put it in your mouth and get here right away.

-To avoid losing it? -It's a matter of life and death.

Boris could die?

The tooth, Edilma. To keep it alive.

-Yes. Okay. -Stop squirming!

Good morning, girls!

-Good morning. -How's it going, Bárbara?

Hey, Bárbara.

Someone sent you those.

Hey.

-Not the note you wanted? -No.

Not the suitor I wanted.

Is the witch coming today?

"Bitch," Ms. Gallo.

If you're going to be vulgar, at least use the right word.

With a B. "Betty Botter had some butter…"

"'But,' she said, 'this butter's bitter…"

Okay. Dávila, hop on the scale.

You're fat.

Here. How about now?

Still fat.

I'm not fat.

You're now officially a "fat attendant."

Or you're pregnant, in which case, we'll have to fire you. New girl!

Yes, Manchola?

There are three things a flight attendant cannot do.

One, get married. Two, have kids. Three?

I'm not fat.

Gallo!

Weight is good.

Nails…

Makeup…

Appearance…

Okay.

Hair down.

Come on, Manchola.

I said hair down.

I knew it.

You need the airline's permission before making changes to your appearance.

But just look. It's so elegant. So classy.

Check it out.

Oh, please.

Nothing can hide those Indigenous features.

Next week, you'll be on the commuter flight with the new girl.

Edilma Pérez.

-Don't. -Where the hell is she?

Hello?

Bárbara, it's for you.

It's your grandmother.

Hi, Grandma. What's up?

Bárbara?

I accidentally knocked Boris's tooth out, so I'm at the dentist.

Oh no.

Another UTI? That's terrible!

Is Manchola there?

No, it must be a stubborn yeast infection.

A yeast infection.

Kids! Roberto. William.

Sit him down!

Could you do me a favor?

Cover for me on flight 601. I can't leave Boris.

No, you're just going to have to apply some yogurt down there.

Ask if someone can cover for me.

-No. -I'll be there.

No, Grandma. My gynecologist is fully booked this month.

To make matters worse, he has a new receptionist.

-She doesn't know her ass from her elbow. -Huh?

-Bárbara, what do you mean? -Give me that.

Listen here. No one can cover for you.

-Plus, you have to train the new girl. -Manchola.

I'm at the ER with my mom.

Send someone else. I'll make the last flight.

No. I can't move anyone around. It would cause chaos at the airport.

Flight 601 leaves at 8:10.

If you're not here, you can find another job.

I'll do the boarding. Hurry.

I want to go home!

It's all right.

We're almost done.

No.

Your boarding pass, please.

White socks and dark pants?

Is there a problem, Officer?

Enjoy your flight.

Am I on the wrong plane?

Where's Villanueva?

Good morning, Captain.

He's not coming.

There were some scheduling changes, so I'll be your copilot today.

Pleasure to meet you. I'm Guillermo Luis Lequerica.

So, you want to take my spot?

Let me tell you that I've piloted 18 engines over 31 years of service.

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

So do me a favor. Refrain from keeping my seat warm.

No, I wasn't warming it up. I was…

You were simply enthralled by the miracle that is aviation.

Daydreaming about the best career in the world.

Richard Wilches. Pleasure to meet you.

-The pleasure is all mine, brother-- -Call me captain.

Captain.

Captain.

Aleida!

Aleida, we're here.

Time to watch TV, kids!

Henchman, your time has come.

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

I bet you missed it.

No wonder you're failing at school with that attitude.

-No! -Stop that.

I left food in the fridge. No more than--

…one hour of TV, or it'll ruin our eyes.

Okay.

Bye, kids. Be good. Love you.

Edie!

What's wrong?

You forgot.

One dot for you. And one for me.

Now we're connected.

Love you. Put ice on that.

-Come on. We need to get to the plane. -These heels are killing me.

You and everyone else, honey, but beauty is pain.

Let me tell you something.

Last year, Julio Iglesias came on to me during a flight.

I wanted him, but I said no. You know why?

This uniform doesn't come off for just anybody.

Marisol, this uniform brings men to their knees,

opens doors, and most importantly, it gives you class, which you need.

So if you feel this uniform is too much for you,

go find one that's a better fit, okay?

Check the emergency equipment and count the meals. I'll be right there.

-Shake a leg. -Okay.

Captain Cabrera.

-You go ahead. -All right, Captain.

Hi.

I wanted to personally congratulate you for reaching 20,000 flight hours.

I had a little gift for you,

but since you missed the party, you'll have to use your imagination--

-Bárbara, not here. -So now I'm just Bárbara?

What did you call me in San Andrés?

"My exotic beauty, I want to breathe in the scent of your skin forever."

What are you saying?

I was up front with you.

I'm not leaving my wife, and certainly not for you.

I never asked you to.

And I never will.

I just wanted you to dance to one song with me. One!

I couldn't risk what we have for a song.

It sounds like I'm your exotic beauty behind closed doors,

but in public, you're too ashamed to even say hello.

-No-- -Look, Cabrera.

We're over.

Bárbara.

You'll never find someone like me.

I sure hope not.

Why can't Nora get married in Bogotá?

Cali is an absolute sauna.

The thing is, Marta Lucía,

our daughter's marrying the heir to a sugarcane mill.

Sugarcane mills are not in the…

I heard it's your first time in a DC-6. Is that right?

Yes, sir.

Then let me tell you, this plane is just like a woman.

How so?

If you don't treat her right, she'll make your life a living hell.

But if you know how to handle her, god damn!

God damn!

Morning, ladies. Proceed with boarding.

Welcome.

Sir, it's a pleasure to have you on board.

Welcome to Aerobolívar.

You're drinking all that?

I'm afraid of flying.

I need to be out cold before takeoff.

-Go with your dad. -Hi!

-Elvira! Give me a hand. -Yes, honey. Come here.

Go on, sweetie. Nine and ten.

-Nine? -Nine and ten. Over here.

-I want the window seat. -Okay.

Go ahead.

-See? We made it. -Barely.

-We're here. -But late.

We still made it.

Yeah, but we're late as usual.

This damn bag.

There we go.

I need to hurry.

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

Captain?

Forty-three passengers…

Forty-three PAX confirmed.

What are you doing? What if Edilma doesn't make it?

-Then you're on your own. You can do it. -No.

There are only 43 of them.

You just have to remember to smile.

If a passenger is rude, smile.

If they touch your ass, smile.

If a passenger has a panic attack, smile.

Repeat after me, "66 times 7."

66 times 7.

Relax.

66 times 7.

-66 times 7. -There you go. Perfect. No whining.

No! Please don't go, Bárbara.

66 times 7.

Stewardess?

66 times 7.

I'm okay.

Sorry.

Don't go.

Don't leave!

It left already. I need to catch mine. Call you from Medellín.

Bogotá Departures, good morning. This is Aerobolívar 601.

Aerobolívar 601. Heading toward Girardot.

Ascending, 190.

Those lights…

It'll be over soon.

TOURISM AROUND THE WORLD

Jesús!

Try some. It's great.

ANDALUSIAN BAKERY

My doctor told me I had to cut out sugar.

What are you still doing here?

I missed my flight.

Avianca has one to Cali in 20. I'll take that one and head back on mine.

-Does your brother still work there? -Yes. I'll have him get you on it.

Just a minute, Edilma.

I don't understand

why you think you're entitled to first-class treatment in this company.

I made myself clear. You're fired.

Excuse me?

You heard me.

Ma'am…

It's "miss."

Miss, my mom is sick--

Your mother died twice last year.

I know you have kids.

I have for a while.

But today, you proved that you can't be both a flight attendant and a mother.

Miss…

-If you had children, you'd understand-- -If I had children?

Then I wouldn't be working here. I'd be at home, raising them.

But I don't have kids, so here I am.

Go home. Take care of them.

You are fired.

What gives you the authority to fire me?

I'm the right hand of Mr. Pirateque, the manager of this company.

No, you're his secretary. He got a promotion, not you, ma'am.

It's "miss."

Show some respect.

Don't make this any harder.

I'm not exactly going to make it easier…

miss.

Bogotá tower, Aerobolívar 601 has reached and is maintaining a level of 190.

She's all yours, Kemosabe.

Wake me up when we get to Cali.

I'm taking a nap.

Let them roam free.

Excuse me.

Yes, sir? How may I help you?

See this?

Don't get yourself killed.

-Make two coffees. -Please don't kill me.

No. Calm down.

-Don't cry. -Why are you…?

Don't cry. I'm not going to kill you.

Look at me. I won't kill you.

I'm not going to hurt you. Calm down.

You're all right.

Stewardess, please!

Those girls have their heads in the clouds.

-Go on. -Okay.

66 times 7.

66 times 7.

Miss. Miss!

I've been calling you.

I've been pressing the button, but it seems like you can't hear me.

I need water to take my medication.

Miss, are you listening?

Miss!

Miss?

Miss!

See? She's crying.

Her boyfriend must've dumped her or something.

Go ahead.

Captain, I brought you your coffee.

Captain, your coffee!

Come in!

Coffee sounds great.

Keep calm, and nobody gets hurt. Don't move. Stay still.

-Stay where you are. -Okay.

Is this a hijacking?

We're going to Medellín.

We'll refuel there and then head to Cuba. Let's go!

Okay. Fine.

We're going to cooperate…

-Hey, partner! -We're going to die!

-What? -He has a gun!

Let go of me!

What's going on?

Everyone sit down! Back to your seats.

-Come on. Stay still. -Sit down.

Sit down!

-Take your seats! -Where's Bárbara?

She's not here.

Only the new girl is.

-Everyone stay put. -Let me see your hands.

-Come on! -Go sit down.

-Let me see your hands. -Sit down.

-Hands on the seat in front of you! -Don't look at me. Do you want to die?

Stay put. Hands where I can see them!

The less you know, the better, ma'am. Keep quiet.

Let's head to Medellín.

I want you to know that, for the wellbeing of our crew and passengers,

we're willing to--

-Shut up and do as you're told! -Okay.

-Let's go to Medellín. -All right.

Do you want to die?

I'm taking over, sir.

MANAGER

I'm busy!

Excuse me.

One day, I'll barge into the women's restroom

so you know how it feels.

-Pirateque-- -Call me "sir."

Sir.

Give us a minute, Marito.

Do you like it?

The fabric.

Is it English?

Prince of Wales.

Dandy.

-Industrial Revolution. -Manchola fired me.

-Appearance is-- -I was late. That's not the point.

The point, Edilma, is that the door you thoughtlessly barged through

now says "manager."

-And that's why… -Because…

I'm not in charge of operations anymore. I am… the general manager.

And flight attendant issues are not my responsibility.

That so?

Then Manchola shouldn't force me to transport olives, almonds, and whiskey

whenever we fly to Cúcuta.

I don't know what you mean,

but I won't argue with a woman on her period.

-I'm not on my period. -You've got some balls, then.

If you let that hag fire me,

I'll tell the authorities you're smuggling, and you'll lose…

your secretary.

Okay. You can have your job back.

No need to go to the police.

Use an alarm clock so you can make it here on time.

Welcome back to Aerobolívar.

Thanks.

-Aristides… -Yes?

There's also a personal matter.

Go ahead.

Why won't you pick up the phone?

Flight 601 was hijacked.

What?

They're refueling in Medellín and flying to Cuba.

How many people?

Forty-three passengers…

and three crew members.

The new girl is the only flight attendant on board.

Where the hell is the other one?

In front of you.

You're fired.

I already fired her.

I rehired her a minute ago. Oh, well.

I'll get the pleasure of firing her myself.

Edilma, get out.

I don't want to see you here ever again!

No more clowning around!

YOUR DESTINATION IS OUR BUSINESS. AEROBOLÍVAR

Miss…

Excuse me.

Mr. Hijacker, I have a heart condition,

and those things make me really nervous.

Could I please get some water to take my medication?

Miss, bring him some water.

No, please. I quit.

Get up and bring him some water.

I'm begging you. Please leave me alone.

-Get up! -No!

Let go of me! No!

Calm down, or I swear I'm going to hurt you.

Get up.

Hey.

Thank you.

I'll swallow it.

Thank you.

My daughter also needs some water.

-Sit down! -Okay.

-This isn't a fucking restaurant! -No!

We know. You're right. Okay.

-Calm down. -Next person to push the button gets shot.

Lequerica, do you copy?

Yes, Captain?

Use the high-frequency radio and let Operations know

that we need aeronautical charts for Central America and the Caribbean.

Also, tell them that the kidnappers are requesting a new flight attendant.

You got that, Kemosabe?

Captain, they didn't request one. I'm not doing it.

Don't be a pussy. Call them.

I don't want any trouble. I have seven kids.

Call them, or you'll never set foot in a cockpit again.

Bogotá Operations, this is Aerobolivar 601.

-Bogotá Operations. Copy. -Lequerica.

Have them inform my wife I won't make it for dinner.

"Won't…

make it…

for dinner."

Mr. Pirateque!

Speak slowly and with authority.

Girls, I want to thank you for the magnificent work you do,

both in the skies and on the ground.

I'm here for you, but do me a favor.

Don't see me as a manager, not even as a friend.

I'd like to be a father figure. We're a family.

If experience has taught me anything,

it's that a man's heart is measured by what he's willing to do for his family.

By "man," he's referring to mankind as a whole.

Today, one of you has the opportunity to show you have a big heart.

Which one of you wants to be Daddy's favorite?

This has to stay between us.

We have a code 7500 on Flight 601.

-Shit. -What?

Thanks to the negligence of one of your ex-colleagues,

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

Oh no! How can we help?

I need to get a flight attendant on that plane while they refuel.

Before they leave for Cuba.

We need to do it before the police find out

and the media dubs us "Aerohijacking."

A three-hour flight in exchange for three days on the beach at Hotel Nacional.

Pirateque, you know exactly how little you pay us.

Do you really think any of us is going to be dumb enough to board?

I'll do it!

I'll board.

You don't work here anymore.

Then give me my job back.

No, Edie. Don't be stupid.

Promise me I'll have a job tomorrow, and I'll take that plane to Cuba.

You can keep your job.

I'll keep mine.

And she'll keep hers.

Deal.

And I want a raise.

-We can work something out. -And a five-year contract.

Three. Have we got a deal?

Hello?

Boris. Hi, sweetie.

Tell me Aleida is there.

Hi, Mommy.

You got a telegram.

"Landslide."

"Stop."

"On the tracks."

"Stop."

"Won't make it."

Mommy, are you coming?

Not yet, sweetie. Put William on.

William!

Aleida isn't coming, Edie.

I know. How many meals are left in the fridge?

We've got seven.

Why are you crying?

They switched my flight.

I'll be here overnight. I feel bad about leaving you on your own.

Is it just for one night?

I'll watch them, but don't forget my birthday.

Of course I won't, sweetie.

-Do you know what kind of cake you want? -Carrot cake.

Promise you'll take care of your brothers.

I promise.

I have to catch my flight.

-I love you all. -We love you too. Bye.

Bye.

Okay.

Refueling will take two hours.

You have 30 minutes.

That won't even be enough to make it out of the country.

We're taking off in 30.

Getting to Cuba takes four and--

-Didn't you hear me?! -You're not listening.

I need you to understand that with a 30-minute refuel,

this plane will go down.

I'm not risking my passengers' lives.

How much is enough to get to Cuba?

One hour at the very least.

You have an hour. Not one minute more.

Edilma, we'll be landing in ten minutes. Please fasten your seat belt.

Here are the aeronautical charts.

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

-I'm going with you. -Bárbara, are you crazy?

-We both know that-- -No.

You need a vacation away from your kids.

Who better to go with you than me, your best friend?

I'm not going on vacation.

Come on, take me with you.

Being on a hijacked plane is a dream come true.

Imagine the story I'll tell my kids and grandkids.

-You think this is all fun and games? -Do you?

Of course not! But I only have seven meals in the fridge.

My kids practically inhale their food.

If I don't board, in two days, they'll run out.

Go ahead, then. Get yourself killed. Your kids will be on their own.

No, that's right! Aunt Bárbara will take care of them.

No way in hell do I want that.

I love your kids, but they drive me nuts. I'd rather take care of you.

I won't let anything happen to you.

We'll board and exit that plane together. Okay?

Together.

FUEL

Good morning.

We were told you wanted us on board.

-We didn't. -I did.

I requested them.

I'm the captain of this aircraft.

Meaning I'm responsible for the lives of the 43 passengers on board.

I need experienced staff to take care of them.

I'll gladly fly you to Cuba, but I need my full crew.

You're not the captain, and you're not in charge.

I call the shots on this plane.

I give the orders, and you do as you're told.

If you pull something like that again, I'll kill you.

-Get off the plane. -No, stay.

We have two more hostages.

Take her to the back of the plane. Now!

Cheer up.

In four and a half hours, we'll be on a beach in Havana.

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

Take us to these coordinates.

Captain…

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

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

Any similarity to reality is for dramatic purposes.

OUR THANKS TO EDIE AND MARÍA EUGENIA

Subtitle translation by: Carolina Salazar and Meredith Cannella