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NORTH OF THE VALLEY

Hit the showers!

A poor man abed is as good as dead!

And if he's got a wife, he's screwed for life!

And if he's got a lover, then it's game over!

Let's go! Ten more!

The sun rises, the sun sets.

And I cling to my routine.

I cling to my confinement.

When God and the state got tired of taking care of me,

I wound up in places like this…

where other lost souls like me line up to get out of purgatory.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

When we break bread at our table, we are sharing in the body of Christ.

God, we thank you for this food

and for providing us with your body on our table. Amen.

-Amen. -Amen.

Amen.

First things first, this is no place for ladies.

This is male territory!

What is the first commandment all men must follow?

Men don't whine! Men get to work!

You're not individuals!

You are one spiritual body.

Where are these bodies taking us?

To glory!

-Where? -To glory!

I want to see savages! I want to see animals!

This kingdom is our punishment.

This kingdom is our only way out.

You got it!

Go!

-Go! -Toro!

Go, brother! Go!

Inside these four lines, slaves and their masters look the same.

Go!

And here, on this field where God is blind,

where he can't tell sinners from saints…

-Goal! -What a goal!

…is where the glory we all seek lies.

The field where the darkness that denies and haunts us

is vanquished by the immensity of the sun.

The sun rises, the sun sets.

And we seek glory.

We seek a way out.

Until the end of our days.

THE HIJACKING OF FLIGHT 601

CHAPTER 4 THE WRETCHED OF THE EARTH

-You wanted to talk to me, Pacho? -Yes. Hold on.

Look. You owe me 150 at this point.

Listen. I can't charge you ten anymore.

It'll have to be 20.

-When can you pay me? -Next month, Pacho.

Soon as my brother sends me money from Tuluá.

You have a brother there?

-Pay up. -Yes, sir.

Toro, take a seat.

The pair of old farts who were checking you out this morning

were from La Gloriosa.

A first-division team from Cali.

Guess you really gave them a hard-on.

They want you to try out, but we have a problem.

I look at you, and what do I see?

Fear.

I'm hungry.

-Hungry to play for La Gloriosa. -Well, that's what I'm here for.

I'm like a mother, Toro.

One with two tits.

One with milk, and one with shit.

I want to give you my milk.

But you insist on sucking the wrong fucking tit!

I can score goals.

It's all I'm good at.

-I'm ready to score goals for La Gloriosa. -Listen up.

Before you set foot on the field,

you have to start paying off your debt.

You and that useless Borja too.

Show me that you're hungry.

Go get that money.

You have three days until tryouts begin. Three. Okay?

Make Mommy proud.

This is your last chance.

Don't screw this up.

"Dad, our family's dream of seeing me achieve glory on the field

is one tryout away from becoming a reality."

"I'm on my way to La Gloriosa."

"Your Toro."

"Your Francisco."

What do you want me to write?

"Your idol"?

"Your idol."

Let me see.

Why'd you do that? What's your problem?

I can't try out.

What are you talking about? This is what we've been waiting for.

-I'm not going. -Why not?

Because…

Look at me. It's all I ask.

We've been playing for shitty teams for four years.

Perú, those fucking fields in Ecuador…

But Pacho wants his money.

If we don't pay up, he won't take me to tryouts.

And no one will lend us money.

You're afraid.

Of disappointing everyone.

I'm afraid.

It's true.

All the time.

Everywhere I go.

Except on the field.

Out there, I'm not afraid. I only think about winning.

Don't worry. I'll get that money somehow.

Where from?

I don't know, but just focus on playing well.

I'll take care of the rest.

I live in fear too.

I know nothing but fear.

Afraid of dying in confinement without ever reaching the light.

Hit the showers!

-A poor man abed is as good as dead! -It should hurt.

How's this?

-Aren't you hungry? -No.

Not anymore.

-Mosca. -What?

Can you take me to that place you told me about?

It's for real men.

Mosca.

Please. I need this.

Are you sure you want to visit Heaven?

Yeah.

Let's do it, then.

THE GATES OF HEAVEN

Hey. Wait.

Borja! Come on!

What's up?

Professor!

Mosca!

This is the student I told you about. He wanted to meet you.

-What's your name? -Eusebio.

"Eufemio"?

Eusebio, after the saint.

You don't look like a saint.

I'm Checho, after Checho.

Go ahead, man. Party, it's on me.

THE MOST DANGEROUS THING A SOCIETY CAN CREATE

IS A MAN WITH HUNGER AND NOTHING TO LOSE

THE HIJACKING OF AEROAMÉRICA AIRLINES FLIGHT RK142

THE HUNGER OF THE NEW MAN

OR RADICAL LIBERTY AS REVOLUTIONARY SUSTENANCE

Of all the soccer players I've met, you're the first one who can read.

They made us memorize the Bible at the orphanage.

For an orphan, you sure ask a lot of questions.

When I get nervous, I talk too much.

Where did you learn to snoop around? At the orphanage?

No. I just read everything I can find.

I write too. That's why I read your stuff.

Shit. So now you're an orphan, a soccer player, and a writer?

You're a cop, aren't you?

-Have you been following me? -No. I'm just a soccer player.

I don't know anybody. I won't tell anyone. I'm from Paraguay.

No one would buy that fake accent or that lie about being an orphan poet.

Not even the mother you just made up!

No…

"Never again shall they hunger or thirst." No…

"The sun shall not beat down on them."

"For the Lamb will be their shepherd

and lead them to springs of living water."

"God will wipe away every tear from their eyes."

Revelation 7:16.

I can quote every Bible verse about hunger.

But, please, put it down.

I almost killed you.

Holy shit!

I almost killed you, you son of a bitch! You were this close.

Come. Here.

A word of advice.

If you ever want something, ask me for it.

Because, in here, nothing is off-limits.

I was also like you.

A hungry nobody.

I'll tell you something else.

Those answers you're searching for are not only found in the Bible.

Educate yourself.

You're alive. Where were you? Pacho is going to kick your ass.

Pacho can suck it.

I was at the ministry getting our papers.

Papers?

I mean doing paperwork.

-Oh, okay. -They're not ready yet.

-What do you got there? -Just this.

Yeah, you love that finger, huh?

-Show me what you got. -Nothing.

-What do you have there? -What?

-Does your palm itch? -No, why?

An itchy palm means money's coming your way.

This is your ticket to La Gloriosa, Toro!

No!

No way! Where did you get this? Who did you rob?

Thank you, brother. I mean it.

How can I repay you?

If you do well, I do well.

Yeah, I'll hire you.

Not to represent me but as my masseuse.

So you can massage my balls every day.

MANIFESTO OF THE HUNGER OF THE NEW MAN WRITTEN BY ULISES LIMA, 1973

"I'm talking to you, son of the continent

that forced us to grow up quickly amid the misery."

"Latin America is united not by its land, but by a single river."

"A long line of hungry families."

"It is not our languages, our skin color, or our beliefs that people see."

"No. Our common hunger is what they notice."

Wake up, my brother.

Hit the showers!

I'm hungry.

"A hunger inherited from our parents

and the only thing we'll pass down to our children."

"We're united by the same evil,

a bourgeoisie that has subjugated us since the beginning of history."

Savages!

"Since the day when two men faced off in a deadly duel to subjugate the other,

an event that split history in two."

"The moment the strong one instilled fear in the weak one,

made him his slave, and proclaimed himself the master."

Savage!

You'll all pay for this.

Thanks to Borja, we'll keep on training.

I don't have all day!

"This is the engine that has driven history."

"The bloody duel of subjugation between slaves and their masters."

"Between the haves and the have-nots."

Don't defy me, asshole.

The little girl here threw up.

"This is the voice of one who is still alive."

"For I have come to see another world by understanding that the only way

to reverse the engine of history is for us slaves

to meet the oppressive gaze of our masters in a radical act of resistance."

PASTRANA ACCUSED OF FRAUD

"As our only way to resist thinking like slaves."

"The only way to resist dreaming like slaves."

"The only way to resist the fear of death

that breaks us and conditions us as slaves,

in an unequal world, where the only way to escape oppression

is to live by the motto of 'I resist, therefore I am.'"

"Every man is responsible for his own battle."

"Every man is the enemy of his own oppression."

"Every man should satiate his hunger by any means necessary."

Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

-Amen. -Let's go!

Let him do it!

Come on!

Let's go!

Come on!

Come on, brother! Get up!

Get up, brother! Get up!

Come on, brother.

They say that an athlete dies twice.

When their life comes to an end and the day their career is over.

-You're fucking done! -It hurts.

Calm down.

Toro! You son of a bitch. You were hurt and didn't say anything.

-I warned you! -Get your hands off him!

-Cut the crap! -Calm down!

You pair of shits!

One is a liar.

The other's a good-for-nothing whose career is over.

Son of a bitch!

-You sucked on the fucking shit tit! -Get off of me!

Get out of here.

I'm keeping your belongings and your passports

until you pay back every single cent.

Go! Get out of here!

-Let go of me! -Son of a bitch.

Hands off!

Can you slow down, brother?

Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?

Do you know what I had to do to make that fucking money?

Do you know what I had to do to play?

That was our last chance!

The last chance for my dad, my mom, my brother, and my entire neighborhood.

I won't ever set foot on a soccer field again.

It's over. I ruined my life and everyone else's.

Do you know how it feels to live with that?

No, I don't. I never had anyone to let down.

I also never had the talent you were blessed with.

You think it's a blessing?

My dad always said I had shit for brains, so I had to learn to use my feet.

I had to kick my way through life.

As soon as I learned to kick a ball, they invested all they had in me.

I was my family's only hope, and look at me now.

I'm a dumbass, brother. A nobody. An idiot!

Hey. You're not a dumbass.

But it was dumb not to tell me.

I was told the opposite.

That I was so scrawny, I had to use my head.

And look where that got me.

You have to use your head now because I can't take us any further.

It's up to you.

This is Toro. He's hungry.

And I am too.

Pacho's been living off of the blood and sweat of players

who are hungry for glory.

Once they can't play anymore, he kicks them to the curb

and leaves them with nothing.

We want to get our passports and stuff back and go back home.

What do you need from me?

I need you to lend me a gun.

What did he put in your head?

You said he was going to lend us money. Why do you want a gun?

To fight our own battles,

overcome our oppressor, and satisfy our hunger.

By any means necessary.

You want a gun? I can lend you one. Take it.

Here.

But on one condition.

Promise you're just going to get your money and passports back.

You have my word.

You poor idiot.

You read the manifesto, but you didn't get it.

They're going to put you in jail like a pair of thieves.

Get out!

What about, "I resist, therefore I am"?

Toro was right. You're full of shit.

You want us to go there?

Let's go.

Come on.

We'll confront the master.

But not as thieves.

No. As revolutionaries.

Real ones.

We'll reclaim your dignity.

So you can learn to be men, not fucking slaves.

Bang! Let's go! Operation Pacho, son of a bitch!

I will be your commander. Commander Ulises.

Let's go!

Let's go.

Come on.

Wait, Toro. Where are you going?

This is all we've got.

This is nuts, brother.

We're not going to do anything bad.

We're just going to get back what that thief stole from us.

One snort, and you won't fear death.

It'll make you want to shit, but you won't fear death.

Damn it.

Go ahead.

Go for it.

You're a couple of pussies.

Okay. Here.

Take it.

Grab this gun, and take back what's yours.

Go ahead.

Go on!

Revolution or death, motherfucker.

There you go!

Revolution or death. Come on! Let's go! Don't be afraid.

You got this!

There you go!

-Easy… -Where is Pacho's room?

What was that?

Son of a bitch!

-Get up, fucker. -Okay! Calm down.

-Open the office. -Okay.

Open the door. Don't fuck around.

-Move! Do it! -Okay, I'm on it.

-Okay, calm down! -Stay where you are.

Shit.

Give us our passports. Come on.

Come on.

Get in!

-The passports. -The money.

-What money? -Our money.

-Okay. -What you stole from us.

Here you go. Take whatever you want.

Calm down. Easy, Toro.

Okay. It's all right.

Take whatever you want.

Don't hurt me.

Son of a bitch!

We're the People's Revolutionary Front.

My comrades are accusing you of exploiting and trafficking clowns.

How do you plead?

I don't understand.

-You don't? -No!

-Shit! -You fucker!

I'm talking about the 30 students who disappeared on February 26, 1971.

While peacefully protesting

the electoral fraud committed by our crooked president.

Do you remember?

I wasn't involved in disappearances. There are no students here.

Of course not! Are there students here? Or clowns?

Starving clowns who you train to manipulate the people.

So they can't see that their government kills.

This revolution finds you guilty.

-And you're sentenced to death. -No.

-Toro, shoot him. -No.

-No, Toro. -No. Toro…

-Toro, look at me. -Don't.

-Shoot him. -Don't listen to him.

Oh, fuck! No!

Listen to me. This fucker took everything from you.

He abused you. He humiliated you.

-Don't do this. -He starved you.

You're going to get even. Show him who's the master.

Shoot him, Toro.

-No, Toro. Don't do it. -Pull the trigger.

-Shoot him! -No!

-Do it! -Toro!

No!

-Shoot him. -Toro, no!

Toro!

You're the master now.

Shut this fucking circus down, or you'll hear from the PRF again.

Got that?

Revolution or death!

-Pacho! -Pacho, you dumbass!

Let me tell you something.

You'll never be slaves again.

-No! -You'll live free with me!

Freedom!

Thank you, brother. You can drop us off at the station.

No, there's no turning back now. You know what?

I have a lot to show you.

This is only the beginning.

Long live motherfucking Colombia!

Go for it.

We're going to fly now.

You've been taken hostage by the People's Revolutionary Front.

This curtain is a symbol.

A symbol of the division and oppression that the few exert over the many.

On this plane, there are passengers who eat and shit better than others!

That is why we have taken up arms.

And through revolution, we will feed the poor.

Our demands are simple. Free the students from El Socorro.

And $200,000 to finance the revolution.

And if this fraud of a president doesn't meet our demands,

we're willing to kill

or be killed.

So that curtains like these cease to exist in Colombia.

Revolution or death!

Jesus. You should see your faces.

That speech is still a work in progress.

But you know who's going to shit his pants?

Our fraud of a president.

When we hijack a plane in Bogotá and take it to Aruba,

he'll have no choice but to negotiate.

How will that work?

You only need two people to hijack a plane.

And there are three of us.

Like when we taught Pacho a lesson.

We'll show that fraud of a president

for stealing the elections and shitting on democracy.

We have to get to Paraguay.

Your president didn't give us work permits.

But we won't hijack a plane over that.

Go to the People's Revolutionary Front and look for volunteers.

Don't you realize?

The PRF came to life last night during Operation Pacho.

You're revolutionaries now.

And fugitives as well.

-We're soccer players. -You were soccer players.

Forget that bullshit.

You guerrilla bastard!

-Toro! -Look at you!

You're so much more than that now.

You're hungry, and you have nothing to lose.

That makes you the most dangerous person in the world.

Do you understand?

Check this out.

Last month, a desperate shop owner grabbed a pear from his store.

He bought tickets, put on his Sunday best,

and took his family on a flight to Pereira.

And as soon as they took off, he grabbed the pear

and said, "I have a grenade. We're all going to die!"

Four hours later, they landed in Havana.

If a shop owner can do that with a fucking pear,

can you imagine what we could do with this?

Aruba doesn't even have an army.

Why did he take his family?

To set them free.

So they wouldn't have to be slaves to this fucking system.

So they could drink rum and dance on the beach

for the rest of their lives.

So, we board the plane with you,

we get to Aruba, they give us the cash, and we go to Cuba.

Then what?

You could join me in the PRF.

Or live out your days as free men in Cuba.

I want to go back home!

How are you going back home? As a clown? A loser?

How about instead, you show up as a revolutionary hero?

Filthy rich. With $200,000.

Revolution pays well. What do you say?

Are you getting off the plane as two wretches in Paraguay?

Or as free men in Cuba?

Let's go to Cuba.

Let's go to Cuba!

We're going to Cuba.

-We're going to Cuba. -To Cuba. Revolution or death!

-Revolution or death! -Revolution or death!

Revolution or death!

Revolution or death, motherfuckers!

-We're going to Cuba! -Two hundred thousand dollars!

-Yes! Let's dance! -We're going to Cuba!

We're off to Cuba.

-He killed himself. -No…

He shot himself.

Where are you going?

-Let's go before the cops come. -Calm down.

-Before the police come. -Calm down.

-Everything's fucked. -We're not leaving.

It's fucked. It is.

We're screwed.

Everything…

What if there's another way?

What if it doesn't work?

Revolution or death.

Revolution or death.

COLOMBIAN REPUBLIC IDENTITY DOCUMENT

LAST NAME: VERA FIRST NAME: SERGIO

The sun rises, the sun sets.

And we seek the light.

We seek a way out.

We seek our own revolution.

Until the end of our days.

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

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

Any similarity to reality is for dramatic purposes only.

OUR THANKS TO EDIE AND MARÍA EUGENIA

Subtitle translation by: Carolina Salazar and Meredith Cannella