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Another day of 601: An Aerospace Odyssey.

Good morning, good evening, good afternoon.

FLACO'S SHOW

Today, I am here as more than Flaco Marulanda,

I come to you as Francisco "Flaco" Marulanda,

survivor and witness of Flight 601.

AEROBOLÍVAR HIJACKING

For 11 hours and 43 minutes,

I stared the ghost of the revolution directly in the eye.

I gazed into the abyss.

I danced tango with Death and tarantella with the devil.

11 HOURS OF HELL

But I never abandoned hope.

So I devised and executed

an escape worthy of a film.

Four crew members, five passengers, and a lifeless body

are still on board this 601: An Aerospace Odyssey.

For the past seven hours,

the scoundrels have flown over

the Gulf of Maracaibo,

then moved northwest towards Nicaragua, Costa Rica, and Panama,

hoping any of these countries grant them permission to land.

And being denied by all three, the plane heads south,

down to a place unbeknownst to us.

With that, a total of 11 nations now stand with Colombia

and join us in the collective prayer of the 11th Commandment,

which states, "Thou shalt not negotiate with terrorists."

And now, although Aerobolívar delivered a portion of the money to the terrorists,

the hijackers have made their conditions clear.

And until they receive the total negotiated amount of money in full,

there will be no end to this inferno on wings.

Having lasted 30 hours so far,

this is now the longest hijacking in all of the history of Latin America.

My disciples, fear not.

Because if the story is true, El Flaco's got the scoop for you.

Covering what has occurred and, believe it or not,

covering what might still occur.

Casiopea, our direct link to extraterrestrial life,

what do you predict will occur next

in this 601: An Aerospace Odyssey?

All the gates and doors of Heaven will open wide

to the music of misfortune and death!

We'll be right back.

THE HIJACKING OF FLIGHT 601

CHAPTER 5 601: AN AEROSPACE ODYSSEY

A little lipstick, and you'll look just like your grandma.

I wanna see you laugh

when my grandma's spirit comes and haunts your dreams.

What's the plan now? Freeze us to death?

That's right. The plan is to shrink your dick until the humiliation kills you.

If you can't feel your tiny balls, it's because Edie opened a hole over there

and the plane's depressurizing.

And because you put a goddamn bullet in my foot!

Asshole!

We need to land or we all might just die of pneumonia.

Lima, Aerobolívar 601.

Lima, Aerobolívar 601.

What is it now, Captain? Where are we at?

Well, we're flying over Lima, but they're turning a deaf ear.

Let's go to Santiago, then.

Lima, Aerobolívar 601. Mayday, Mayday.

Aerobolívar 601, Lima Control Tower. Go ahead.

Mayday, Lima.

Requesting permission for us to land at your station.

Negative, Aerobolívar 601. You're not cleared to land.

What part of "Mayday" don't you understand, you fucking dumbass?

I am running out of fucking fuel,

and this is a goddamn, motherfucking emergency!

These are police orders, damn it!

Fuck those assholes!

- Are you ready, Lequerica? - I was born ready, Captain.

Give me a minute, I'm just putting on my shoe. Ah!

Ah, sure, in one minute we land... but in flames! Let's go!

- Get up, motherfucker! - Yes! All right!

- Son of a bitch! - Stop being a pussy.

Director!

- Director, you're a hero. - Yeah, okay. Cut the bullshit.

It's not bullshit. You saved a baby. That's not bullshit at all!

- Well, I actually saved a pillow. - What?

That woman wasn't pregnant.

You're living proof that there is nothing more dangerous

than a clever man who knows how to play the dumbass.

Where do you think you're going?

To draft my letter of resignation.

From now on, Aerobolívar is no longer my employer.

You can't jump off the Titanic just because.

Pastrana is out looking for blood, mine, yours, and the other idiots.

He either buries us, or we come forward with the truth,

which is that you're ignorant.

I was landing in...

You were landing in Aruba when Pastrana went on the air.

And since Aruba's a butterless, whoreless, TV-less shithole,

you just turned in the cash unaware of the antiterrorist order.

That is the story.

Capiche?

You hear that?

That's the sound of the enemy.

What the fuck are you doing, you idiot?

Our orders are to prevent them from landing.

Otherwise, why are we even here?

Deterrence, Quispe.

Do you know what this word means? "Deterrence"?

These Peruvians have lost it! There's a car on the runway.

Flaps.

Strap in if you want to live.

We're going to land.

- Sir, we're gonna die. - Flaps.

Flaps, Lequerica!

Flaps.

Flaps.

Strap in.

What's the best seat to be in in case the plane crashes?

- I don't know. - Get up! Get up!

No!

Let us go!

Sit down.

Deterrence, Quispe.

Come on, come on, come on! That's it.

Nose up. Here we go.

- Deter... - No, man, fuck this.

Holy shit.

- No, man, fuck this! - Just chill out.

- No, man, fuck this! - No, no, no, wait!

Holy mother of God.

Stay away!

Fucking kidding me! Shit!

Ahh! Fuck me!

We're almost out of runway, Captain!

Speed brakes! Reverse the pitch!

- God, we're gonna crash! We won't make it! - Stop crying, Lequerica!

Step on the brake with your good foot!

Come on!

Come on!

Brake, Lequerica! Brake!

Come on, go, go, go!

Come on, come on, come on!

Aerobolívar 601, is everyone all right?

Affirmative.

All passengers and crew members are safe,

but no thanks to you, you useless pieces of shit, motherfuckers.

Thank you for not murdering us, Lequerica...

Thank you, Captain.

Crazy, goddamn city slicker!

You little Caribbean fucker!

Could you let go of me now?

Attention!

Attention, Aerobolívar!

This is Commissioner Condori,

member of the commendable Civil Guard of Peru.

We will proceed with refueling your plane so that you can be on your way.

Do not get out!

You are not welcome in Peru!

Partner!

Angirú, that's enough.

The money we already have is enough.

We're both still alive.

And we're together.

Why press our luck?

Fine.

Anybody try anything, and I'll slit her throat!

- No! - Easy, young man. Easy.

We don't want you to harm the hostages.

Throw us the car keys!

- Shh! Quiet! - Throw me the fucking car keys now!

- The Colombians want to get out! - Shut it, for fuck's sake!

Easy! Easy, we have reinforcements on the way.

Throw the car keys, or I'm gonna shoot her!

I'm gonna kill her!

Just throw the car keys now!

No, please!

We will get you another vehicle.

We don't want another car, we want that one!

We want your car!

The stewardesses are coming with us, and we'll release the other hostages.

Throw me the keys right now!

Well, fuck me. Now what?

All right.

- What are you gonna do, Commissioner? - Get out of the way!

- Go get it! Go on, go! - Hey, stay where you are!

Go on!

Stay back!

Stay where you are!

- For fuck's sake, do not get out! - Shut the fuck up!

Don't shoot! No! Help!

No, God! Help!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire, assholes!

Who the fuck gave you permission to shoot?

What's the matter, Commissioner? Didn't you say "deterrence"? Deterrence?

Everything's fine. Everything's okay.

Get off! Ugh! Ugh!

Edie! Edie!

What is that? There's blood on you!

Hey, motherfuckers! Stop firing! Dumbasses, you shot a stewardess!

- You shot the attendant, imbecile! - Yeah, so what? I put a bullet in her!

For our Peru! Long live Peru! Suck on this!

Stop, you fucking idiot!

Okay.

Is... Is it bad? Am I... Am I gonna make it?

- Every problem has... - Bárbara, please.

- Don't let me die here! - Edilma, stop! Look at me.

Every problem can be fixed. Don't forget that.

Honey, let me take a look, yeah?

Let me.

Is she hurt?

Hey, you're fine.

Huh?

You're fine. That's not your blood.

Angirú! Angirú!

Is it yours?

I'm dying, right, partner?

Calm down.

Help me!

Help me! Help me!

No. No, I don't wanna die.

Help me!

A. A. PIRATEQUE MANAGER

Let me introduce you to the Vice Minister of Defense,

Julio César Esguerra.

Let's skip the first-date antics 'cause I've got a pretty big hard-on,

and I am ready to fuck you in the ass.

I'd prefer it if you spoke to me with some respect.

Ah.

I wasn't aware of the antiterrorist order when I gave the money.

All right, the thing is, you made a new enemy yesterday.

I'm sure you've heard his name, Misael Pastrana.

He's the president of this whole damn country.

Hmm? And I'm his representative.

I imagine you don't want to see this guy face to face.

So, listen up, if you know what's good for you.

601 actually landed in Lima.

As you can imagine, they welcomed them with open arms and bullets.

Hmm? My prediction is they're all dead by now.

Such a shame.

Especially bearing in mind our antiterrorist efforts.

Let me ask you something.

Just who do you think will have to shovel the massive pile of shit

that that little bunch of dead guerrilla fighters leave behind

when this huge mess is over?

Hmm?

I've reached my limit on the amount of crap I can swallow

for everybody who sits above me.

- And you, sir? - I'm a vegetarian.

You, on the other hand,

you look like you'd happily chow down on a huge pile of seasoned shit

and still have room for seconds, no problem.

Sir, but you cannot cover the sun with a finger.

And I will not eat a pile of crap that's not mine, I'm not that stupid.

Well...

You know what is not stupid?

Quid pro quo. It's Latin.

Yeah, like when you give some...

I stroke you, you stroke me.

Pirateque.

Just say you were behind this hijacking.

When they name me Minister of Defense, and they will name me Minister of Defense

for prying this wild confession out of you,

then I, out of my own kindness, will exile you to Havana,

AKA a vacation.

Sir, I'm afraid that now that I'm a free man,

I only feel like speaking the truth.

Even if I have to lie a little.

What's that woman's name again, your right hand?

"Manchola."

That's right, "Manchola."

How about this, Pirateque?

Why don't we have Manchola take a bite of that delicious pile of shit instead?

Hmm?

Ahh! It burns! It burns!

I know, but I need you to stay still. Stay still.

Calm down.

Ahh! It burns, it burns, it burns!

I know, I know.

Yeah, I know, but I need you to stay still or you might bleed to death.

Am I gonna die?

- No, you're not going to die. - Easy.

Just breathe. Breathe.

- Easy. Breathe. - Hey!

Hey, hey, hey! I think you should take him off!

I want to get off! Let me out here.

We're not getting off because then we'll go to prison.

- Oh no. - I'm gonna stay here with you. It's okay.

Maybe I can get off and see he gets to a hospital.

No, they'll finish him off as soon as we get him off the plane.

- Get me out of here. - He's going to die if you keep him here.

- Nobody's leaving here! - I'm dying too, for fuck's sake!

- I also need a hospital! - I said nobody's leaving!

You're okay. You're okay.

This is not a game!

Your plane has been refueled! Now, get out of here!

You're not welcome here!

Go away right now!

Let's prevent a tragedy from happening.

Get the fuck out of here!

- I'm scared, partner. - Can you fix him here? Can you try?

Please, I'm begging you.

- Help me. - Please. Please patch him up.

Please.

Mama. Mama. Ma...

Mama's in Heaven, Toro. You're staying here with me.

Mama, are you there?

- Toro. Toro. - I'm scared, Mama. I'm scared.

- I'm scared, Mom. - Toro. Toro.

Your mom's in Heaven.

Please, sing?

Sing to me, please.

Sing me a song, please.

Please.

♪ Baby of mine, don't you cry ♪

♪ Baby of mine, dry your eyes ♪

♪ Rest your head close to my heart ♪

♪ Never to part again ♪

♪ Baby of mine, don't you cry ♪

♪ Baby of mine, dry your eyes ♪

Start the fucking engines now! Now, start the plane!

Don't you understand they won't let us in anywhere?

They will not let us land. They just won't.

I won't go to prison.

I'd rather kill myself.

But, first, I'm killing you and her

and her and every other motherfucker left on this plane.

A massacre, Captain.

A fucking massacre.

Or would you rather help and start the engines?

♪ Baby of mine, dry your eyes ♪

♪ Baby of mine, don't you cry ♪

♪ Baby of mine... ♪

ATROPINE

Reaching cruising speed.

So, what's the plan now?

Fly in circles until the cops just give up and leave?

South, Captain. We're flying south.

And what part, exactly?

Here.

We're flying here.

Antofagasta.

- The military base? - No.

We're gonna land in the desert.

It's not possible to land in the desert.

We would get buried in the sand and this shit plane will explode.

- It doesn't make any sense. - Nothing makes sense right now!

- But it's a way out. - Dying is a way out?

That depends on your ability to safely land this plane in the desert.

Hey, miss, how is he?

We stopped the bleeding, but he's still very weak.

Sleeping will help with the recovery.

Thank you for saving him.

You're good people.

I'm sorry for making you a part of all of this.

Thank you.

Captain, why are you turning around?

- Captain, why are we turning around? - Shh! Shh, shh.

We're taking these sons of bitches to Bogotá.

What are we waiting for?

We're waiting for the president.

Everybody has their Chavarriaga.

Pardon me. Update from Lima.

601 veered north. They're coming to Bogotá.

What?

What? What?

Esguerra for Grandpa. Sol, Montería, 27. I'll wait.

Evening, Mr. President. This is Vice Minister Esguerra.

Yes, I'm calling you because I've been told

Flight 601 is headed towards Bogotá.

Yes, sir.

Well, then you tell me. Shall we proceed?

Yes, of course, sir.

Have a good evening, Mr. President. Goodbye.

Got my miracle.

We're about to blow up the stupid bastards.

I won't be minister. I'll be president! What gets you votes in Colombia?

- Huh? - Demonstrating results that...

Bloodshed, son of a bitch, that's what! It's bloodshed they all want!

Don't worry, 'cause when I'm president,

I'll give amnesty to all those guerrilla, terrorist motherfuckers.

They'll get seats in the house! You interested? Huh?

What do you say? "Senator Pirateque." How does that sound?

Yes, sir. I'm in. Thanks.

Hey, put me through to Colonel Rojas. It's urgent.

Colonel, Esguerra here.

I'm at El Dorado. It's about 601.

Miracles do exist.

Just a minute...

Where do you think you're going?

Senators have to shit too.

Pirateque? What's going on?

Shit!

This motherfucker! What?

Hey! Help us! Hey! Get us out of here!

Aerobolívar 601.

- Aerobolívar 601. - Open the fucking door!

601, is anyone there?

Break the damn door, you pussy! Right now!

601, anyone there?

- What are you waiting for? Do it! - 601, pick up!

Aerobolívar 601.

Defense forces are planning a military operative, they're gonna kill you!

- Don't come here, they're gonna kill you! - Don't move! Freeze!

What, you thought you could get away with this?

Come on, move it! Go!

Move, move, move!

Come on, move it! Come on!

God himself wouldn't be able to land this plane in the desert.

But they will kill us, Captain.

But if they don't?

- Wait, what are you doing? Hang on! - Edie!

- You better watch what you say to her! - Could you check my foot, please?

Where are you going? Sit down!

Look, brother, this fever's killing me.

- I need help, I just need... Easy. - Go back to your seat!

Stay where I can see you.

Edie! Edie! Edie!

What?

Wilches is flying the plane to Bogotá.

And we heard they're putting together a military operative.

They're going to kill us.

His wound is infected. I need to clean it. May I go to the back and get another kit?

Go ahead.

What's the emergency?

Are you taking us to Bogotá, Captain Wilches?

Yes, because they'll set us free there.

- We go there, we won't make it! - And we will in the desert?

Edie!

Please, Bogotáis our only chance.

No, no, no.

There must be something else! There's gotta be another way.

They're just a couple of poor idiots. They're not even terrorists.

No, they're a couple of murderers.

You and I both know that.

Take this plane to the desert.

Or what, huh?

Or I'll tell them your plan.

Which fucking side are you on, Edie?

The side of my children.

Then you should've thought about your children

way before getting on this fucking plane.

I only managed to hear that we won't make it out alive.

They're gonna murder us.

Motherfuckin' murder us.

Don't give me that look.

Colonel! Ready to defend our democracy?

Vice Minister Esguerra. Nice to see you around these parts, sir.

Hey, I have a question for you.

Do we want them alive, or do we want them dead?

Democracy doesn't care about that.

What are you doing here? Are you all right?

I came to get my things. I'm going back to Chiquinquirá.

But I started feeling a little dizzy, so I sat down to wait for it to pass.

- What? I'm calling a doctor. - No!

No, please, don't. I'm getting better.

I'm getting better.

Let me pour you a little drink.

This'll get you feeling better in no time. Take it.

Drink it.

I had my life planned out.

See the ocean, finally.

Save up for my marriage.

And in a few years, I would

return to Chiquinquirá and get married to Alfredo.

But now I don't know how I'd even return.

I haven't got a single clue what to do, Ms. Manchola.

It's like nothing makes sense.

Well, the advice I could give you is...

just keep dreaming.

Give yourself the opportunity to see the ocean,

to have a good job,

meet the love of your life.

And in 15 or 20 years...

find yourself somewhere quiet,

and drink something strong,

because nothing you planned will happen as expected.

Are you a little bit dizzy?

Yeah, dizzy sounds about right.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Where's Edie?

Do you have a pen?

- Where are you going? - I'm looking for a pen.

Willy, my love,

I hope that when you hear this message, you don't already hate me

for having left without a warning.

I never expected things to turn out this way.

I didn't want you to have to grow up like this,

one blow after another.

But you have to take care of your younger brothers.

You know when the four of us spent the day outside,

laying on our backs, admiring the sky?

And Boris was a baby, and Roberto was jumping with joy

because he saw four stars lined up in a row.

And you, Willy, went for a pen and drew an itty-bitty dot on each of us,

remember that?

That day, I learned that we will never be away from each other.

That, no matter what, we'll be together.

And when you look at the stars,

I'll be there with you.

And you know I'll be watching,

laughing, and...

and scolding you...

and staying by your side.

Don't you think I forgot about your birthday, my son.

Tomorrow.

I can't believe how much you've grown.

You're 12 years old.

Big kisses to my three sweeties.

My three loves of my life.

I love you! I love you!

It's all right.

Bárbara.

That's your name, isn't that right?

My name's Eusebio.

Bárbara, I'm not what you think I am.

I'm not a bad person or a heartless bastard.

But you are a killer.

And a killer is a bad person, right?

Edie.

Edie, open the trap door. The passenger's still alive!

- What are you doing? Shut up! - The dead guy's alive!

- Shut the fuck up! - Open the trap door! Go!

Go! Ahh! Ahh!

Stop right there, bitch! Let go!

- I said, let go! - My hand!

I said, let it go!

- Eusebio, wait! - Let go of it right now!

I want to see the body! I want to see the corpse!

Let go or, I'm gonna shoot you!

- Eusebio... - Shut up, you fucking bitch!

You're not a murderer!

Eusebio, please, look at me.

- You're not a killer. - Let go of that, you bitch! Now!

Eusebio, look at me! Please, Eusebio!

Shut up! Shut up!

- Get off! - Let it go now!

You're not a murderer. Look at me.

Let go, you bitch, or I'll blow your head off!

Eusebio, I understand what you're going through.

Let go, or I'll blow your head off!

I know what it's like to have nothing and be hungry.

It can make you do bad things, but you're not a bad person, Eusebio.

I know you don't want to kill anyone and there's still time to do what's right.

Eusebio, listen to me! Please!

Listen to me!

Please, Eusebio, listen to me!

You're a good person, I know you are!

You're not a killer, Eusebio.

You lied, motherfucker.

Captain, they didn't murder the passenger. They will surrender.

Tell them to call off the operation.

We're not going to the desert.

We're going to Bogotá.

And you'll turn yourselves in, okay?

Toro.

Toro.

You lying son of a bitch!

Toro.

You got me on this plane

in the name of your fucking revolution.

And I followed you.

But you know what?

Look at me.

I'm done with you!

What are you doing with this, Toro?

From now on, I'll do whatever the fuck I want!

- Put it down. - Yeah.

- Toro, put it down. - I'm not going to prison.

- No, you won't go to prison. - No! You won't!

But you said revolution or death.

- No! - Well, death, then.

- No, don't do it! - Death! Death!

- Don't do it! - I'm not going to prison!

- Bárbara! - I'm not going to Bogotá!

- Don't pull it! - Let me go!

- I don't want to go to prison! - You're not going to Bogotá!

- I don't want to! No, no, no! - Turn the plane around!

Turn around!

They have a grenade. They're going to kill us all.

You gotta turn this around!

Captain, did you hear me?

A grenade!

No.

Captain Wilches!

We're going to Bogotá.

- Captain! - We're going to Bogotá, Edie.

- Let go of me! - Toro, don't pull it!

- Let go of me, son of a bitch! - Don't pull it!

- Ahh! - Turn around!

Turn the plane around!

Turn this plane around before we explode.

- Now, Captain! - Edie, calm down!

Captain, come on. I think Edie's right. It's best if we turn the plane...

Shut your fat fucking mouth now!

You traitorous bastard!

We're going to Bogotá!

- Captain, this is your final warning. - Or what?

Are you gonna kill me, Edilma?

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

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

Any similarity to reality is for dramatic purposes.

OUR THANKS TO EDIE AND MARÍA EUGENIA