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601: An Aerospace Odyssey.

FLACO'S SHOW

Good morning. Good evening. Good afternoon.

Today, I am here as more than Flaco Marulanda.

I am Francisco "Flaco" Marulanda,

one of the survivors of Flight 601.

AEROBOLÍVAR HIJACKING

For 11 hours and 43 minutes,

I looked the spirit of the revolution in the eye.

I stared into the abyss.

I tangoed with Death and did a tarantella with the devil.

11 HOURS OF HELL

But I never gave up hope.

So I devised and executed a cinematic escape.

Four crew members, five passengers, and a lifeless body

are still on board this 601: An Aerospace Odyssey.

During the last seven hours, the outlaws have flown over

the Gulf of Maracaibo,

heading northwest towards Nicaragua, Costa Rica, and Panama,

where they have been denied permission to land.

That's why they're now heading south.

No one knows where exactly.

Eleven nations now stand with Colombia

and join the nation in reciting the 11th Commandment, which states,

"Thou shalt not negotiate with terrorists."

Even though Aerobolívar has given the hijackers part of the ransom,

they have made it clear that until the amount is paid in full,

there will be no end to this hell in the air.

Having lasted 30 hours so far,

this is now the longest hijacking in 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 what might happen.

Casiopea, our direct connection to extraterrestrial life,

what do you predict will occur next in this 601: An Aerospace Odyssey?

Today, the song of Death will sound, opening the gates of Heaven.

We'll be right back.

THE HIJACKING OF FLIGHT 601

CHAPTER 5 601: AN AEROSPACE ODYSSEY

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

Let's see if you laugh when my grandma haunts your dreams.

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

Yeah. The plan is to shrink your dicks until you die of embarrassment.

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

and the plane's depressurizing.

And because you put a goddamn bullet in my foot.

Idiots.

We need to land, or we're going to die of pneumonia.

Lima, this is Aerobolívar 601.

Lima, Aerobolívar 601.

What's going on, Captain?

Where are we?

We're over Lima, but they're ignoring us.

Let's try Santiago, then.

Lima, Aerobolívar 601. Mayday.

Aerobolívar 601, Lima control tower here. Go ahead.

Mayday, Lima. Requesting permission to land.

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

What part of "Mayday" didn't you understand?

We're running out of fucking fuel!

And this is a goddamn emergency!

We have orders from the police, dammit!

I don't give a shit!

Motherfuckers…

Are you ready, Lequerica?

I'm always ready.

Give me a minute to put on my shoe.

Sure. Take your time.

Hurry, or we're dead!

-Get your fat ass up! -Fine.

-Son of a bitch! -Don't be an idiot.

Sir!

-You're a hero. -Okay. Cut the bullshit.

It's not bullshit. You saved a baby's life.

I saved a pillow. That lady wasn't pregnant.

You're living proof that there's nothing more dangerous

than a clever man who can play dumb.

Where are you off to?

To draft my letter of resignation.

As of now, I no longer work for Aerobolívar.

You can't jump ship on the Titanic.

Pastrana is out for blood. He wants me, you, and the entire board.

Unless we tell him what really happened, which is that you're an idiot.

-I was landing-- -In Aruba when Pastrana gave his speech.

Since there's no TV or anything in Aruba, you handed over the cash

before you knew about the antiterrorist order.

That's what you'll tell them, got it?

You hear that?

That's the sound of the enemy.

What the hell are you doing?

Our orders are to prevent them from landing.

Otherwise, why are we here?

Deterrence, Quispe.

Do you know what "deterrence" means?

These Peruvians are nuts. There's a car on the runway.

Flaps.

Strap in if you want to live.

We're landing.

-We're going to die. -Flaps.

Flaps, Lequerica.

Flaps…

Buckle up.

What's the best seat to be in in case we crash?

-I don't know. -Get up.

-No! -Let us go!

-Free us! -Hey, let us go!

-Sit down. -Help!

Deterrence, Quispe.

Come on.

There we go.

Nose up. Here we go.

-Oh shit. -Fuck.

-Shit! -Stay calm.

-Holy shit! -Easy…

Holy Mother of God.

Stop!

Shit.

Jesus fucking Christ!

We're running out of runway.

Speed brakes! Reverse the pitch!

-We're going to crash! -Quit whining.

Hit the brake with your good foot!

Come on!

Brake, Lequerica!

Hit it!

Come on.

Aerobolívar 601, is everyone all right?

Affirmative.

Passengers and crew are safe and sound.

No thanks to you, you useless motherfuckers.

Thanks for not killing us, Lequerica.

Thank you, Captain.

Goddamn city slicker.

-Crazy Caribbean! -Yeah.

You can let go of me now.

Attention!

Attention, you in the plane!

I'm Commissioner Condori, member of the Peruvian Civil Guard.

We will refuel your plane so you can be on your way.

You cannot deplane here.

You're not welcome in Peru.

FUEL

Hey!

Angirú, let's end this. We have enough money now.

We're both still alive.

And we're together.

Why press our luck?

Okay.

Anybody try anything, and she dies!

-No! -Easy!

We don't want you to harm the hostages.

Throw us the car keys!

-Throw me the keys! -Those assholes want to get out.

Shut up, dammit!

Easy! Reinforcements are on the way.

Give me the keys, or I'll kill her!

Toss them here!

No, please!

We'll get you another vehicle.

We don't want another car! We want that one! Yours!

The stewardesses will come with us. We'll release the others.

Throw me the keys! Now!

Son of a bitch. Now what?

All right.

-What are you gonna do? -Move!

-Quickly. -Stay back!

Come on.

Stay back!

Stay where you are!

-Don't get out, dammit! -Shut up!

Don't shoot! No!

No! Help!

Free us!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

I said hold your fire!

Who told you to fire?

What's the matter?

Didn't you say, "Deterrence"?

Everything is fine.

Get off.

Edie.

You're bleeding.

Are you hurt?

Son of a bitch, stop shooting! You hit a stewardess!

-You shot the stewardess! -Yeah, I put a bullet in her! For Peru!

Long live Peru, motherfuckers!

That's enough, dammit.

Is it bad? Am I going to make it?

-Every problem has-- -I can't die.

Edilma, stop!

Look at me.

Every problem can be fixed. Don't forget.

Let me take a look.

Okay?

Is she hurt?

You're okay.

Huh?

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

Hey, Angirú.

Hey, Angirú.

Are you hurt?

Am I going to die?

No. Stay calm.

Help me.

Come on!

I don't want to die.

Help me!

MANAGER

Let me introduce you to the Vice Minister of Defense,

Julio César Esguerra.

Let's get down to it.

I'm here and ready to fuck you over.

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

I handed over the money before I knew about the order.

All right.

The thing is, you made a new enemy yesterday.

You may have heard of him. Misael Pastrana.

He's the president of this fucking country.

And I'm his representative.

You don't want to see him face-to-face.

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

Flight 601 landed in Lima.

As you can imagine, the Peruvians welcomed them with a barrage of bullets.

I bet they're all dead by now.

It's too bad.

Especially for our antiterrorist efforts.

Let me ask you something.

Who's going to take care of the shit storm

those dead guerrilla fighters are leaving behind?

I'm sick of taking shit from my superiors.

What about you?

I'm not a fan.

You, on the other hand, you look like someone

who would happily handle a lot of shit without any issues.

Sir, that couldn't be further from reality.

I don't clean up other people's shit. I'm not that stupid.

You know what's not stupid?

Quid pro quo. It's Latin.

Yes, when you give something…

I stroke you. You stroke me.

Pirateque…

just say you were behind this hijacking.

When they name me Minister of Defense,

because they will appoint me for getting this confession out of you,

I'll exile you to Havana.

A vacation, basically.

Sir, the thing is that I'm a free man,

so I'm only willing to speak the truth.

Even if I have to lie a little.

What was the name of your assistant again?

Manchola.

Right. Manchola.

How about this, Pirateque?

Why don't we have her deal with this shit instead of you?

-I know. -It burns!

But you have to stay still.

-It burns… -I know.

Stay still, or you'll bleed out.

I'll bleed out?

-No, you won't. -Stay calm.

-Relax. -Easy.

Listen. Hey!

He needs to get out of here.

I want to get out.

Let me out of here.

We're not getting out. We'll be sent to prison.

-I'm going to stay with you. -I can take him to a hospital.

No. We can't get out. They'll kill him.

But if you keep him here, he'll die.

-No one is getting off the plane! -I'm dying too.

Nobody's leaving!

Stay calm.

This is not a game!

Your plane has been refueled. Now leave!

You're not welcome here!

Leave now!

Let's prevent a tragedy from happening!

Get the fuck out!

I'm scared.

Can you help him?

Please.

Please.

-Get me out. -Please, patch him up.

-Please. -Mom?

Mommy…

Your mom is in Heaven. You're staying here with me.

Mom, are you there?

-I'm scared, Mom. -Toro…

-Toro. -I'm scared.

Toro.

Your mom is in Heaven.

Can you sing to me?

Sing, please.

Sing to me.

-Please… -Sleep, little one, until the morning sun

The night is here, have no fear

Close your eyes tight Let your dreams take flight

Time's gentle sway will cradle you today

Sleep, little one, until the morning sun

The night is here, have no fear

Start the engines now. Now! Start the plane!

Don't you get that they won't let us in anywhere?

No one will let us land.

I'm not going to jail.

I'd rather kill myself.

But first, I'll kill you.

And her and her and everyone on this fucking plane.

A massacre, Captain.

A fucking massacre.

Unless you start the plane and help us.

Sleep, little one, until the morning sun

ATROPINE

Reaching cruising speed.

What's the plan?

Fly in circles until the cops get bored and leave?

Let's go south, Captain.

Where exactly?

Here.

Let's go here.

Antofagasta.

-The military base? -No.

We'll land in the desert.

We can't do that.

We'll get buried in the sand. The plane will explode.

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

-But it's a way out. -You mean dying?

That depends on whether you can land this plane safely.

How's he doing?

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

He needs to sleep.

Thank you for saving him.

You're good people.

I'm sorry for putting you through this.

Thank you.

Captain, why are you turning around?

Captain, why are we going back?

I'm taking these bastards to Bogotá.

What are we waiting for?

President's orders.

And I thought I had a tough boss.

Excuse me. We got a call from Lima.

Flight 601 is heading north, toward Bogotá.

What?

Esguerra for Grandpa.

Sun, Montería, 27. I'll hold.

Mr. President, how are you? This is Esguerra.

Yes, I'm calling because I've been told that Flight 601 is headed to Bogotá.

Yes, sir.

You tell me. Shall we proceed?

Of course.

Have a nice day, Mr. President. See you later.

I got my miracle.

We're going to pump them full of lead.

I'll be the next president!

-What gets you votes in Colombia? -Getting results--

Blood!

Blood, that's what! We'll give them a bloodbath.

Don't worry. Once I'm president,

I'll give amnesty to those terrorist motherfuckers.

I'll give them seats in the House. What do you say?

-Senator Pirateque, do you accept? -Yes, sir. Thank you.

Put me through to Colonel Rojas. It's urgent.

Colonel? Esguerra here.

I'm at El Dorado dealing with Flight 601.

Miracles do exist.

Hold on.

Where do you think you're going?

Even senators have to shit.

What are you doing?

What's wrong with this asshole?

Help! Get us out of here!

Aerobolívar to 601.

Aerobolívar to 601.

Pick up!

Break the door down! Now!

Are you there?

-What are you waiting for? Do it! -Pick up!

Aerobolívar 601.

The army will kill you if you come here!

-Don't land here! They'll kill you! -Freeze!

Did you think I was going to shoot you?

-Get moving! -Easy.

Let's go!

Come on!

There's no way we can land this plane in the desert.

They're going to kill us.

Maybe not.

What are you going to do?

-Edie! -Watch what you say.

I need to get my foot looked at.

Where are you going? Sit down.

Edilma, I have a fever. I need your help--

-Go back to your seat. -Easy.

Stay where I can see you.

Edie…

Wilches is flying us to Bogotá.

The military is going to be waiting for us.

They'll kill us.

I need to clean his wound. Can I grab the first aid kit?

Go ahead.

-What's the emergency? -Are you taking us to Bogotá?

-The army will free us. -We won't make it out alive.

And we'll survive the desert?

Edie, please.

Bogotá is our best option.

No.

Let's think. There has to be another way.

These two poor idiots aren't even real terrorists.

No, they're murderers.

You and I both know that.

Take this plane to the desert.

Or else what?

I'll tell them your plan.

Whose fucking side are you on, Edie?

The side of my children.

You should've thought about them before you got on the plane.

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

They're going to kill us.

-Oh my God. -We're going to die.

Don't give me that look.

What's happening? Where are they going?

-What? -What's this? What's going on?

Colonel, are you ready to defend our democracy?

Vice Minister Esguerra.

So nice to see you here, sir.

Let me ask you something.

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

Democracy doesn't care.

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 dizzy, so I sat down for a bit.

What? I'm calling a doctor.

No!

No, don't. I'm feeling better.

I'll pour you a little drink.

It'll help you feel better.

Here.

Bottoms up.

I had my whole life planned out.

I was going to see the ocean.

I was going to save up for my wedding.

In a few years, I was going to return home and marry Alfredo.

But now I don't know what I'll be going back to.

Nothing makes sense anymore, miss.

I don't know what I'm going to do.

The only advice I can give you is

to keep dreaming.

Give yourself the opportunity to see the ocean,

have a good job,

meet the love of your life.

And in 15 or 20 years,

go to a nice, peaceful place

and have a stiff drink.

Because nothing will turn out like you expected.

Are you feeling dizzy?

"Dizzy" sounds about right.

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

Where's Edie?

Do you have a pen?

I need a pen.

Willy, sweetheart.

I hope when you get this message you don't hate me

for having left without 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'll have to take care of your brothers.

Remember the time we went outside and looked up at the sky?

Boris was a baby, and Roberto was jumping with joy

because he saw four stars in a row?

Willy, you got a pen and drew a dot on each of us. Remember that?

That day, I learned that we will never be apart.

We'll always be together.

And when you look at the sky,

I'll be there with you.

I'll be there watching.

And laughing.

And giving you a talking-to.

And staying by your side.

Willy, don't you think I forgot about your birthday.

Tomorrow.

You've grown so much, my little boy.

Happy 12th birthday.

My three sweeties,

the three loves of my life.

I love you.

It's all right.

Bárbara.

That's your name, right?

My name is Eusebio.

Bárbara, I'm not what you think I am.

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

But you're a murderer.

And a murderer is a bad person, right?

Edie?

-Open the hold. The passenger's alive. -What? Shut up.

-He's alive! Open it! -Shut up!

Go!

Stop right there, bitch!

-Let go! -My hand!

Let go!

-Eusebio, wait. -Let go!

-I want to see the body! -Let go!

-I want to see! -Let go, or I'll kill you.

-Look at me! -Shut up.

You're not a murderer.

Eusebio, look at me.

-You're not a murderer. -Let go of that, you bitch.

Eusebio, look at me.

-You're not bad. -Shut up!

-Move! -Let go, now!

You're not a murderer. Look at me!

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

Eusebio, I understand.

-Let go, or I'll shoot. -You and I come from the same world.

I know what it's like to be hungry too. You're not a bad man.

I know you don't want to kill anyone.

It's not too late to do what's right.

Eusebio, listen to me, please!

Please, Eusebio, stop this.

Everything will be okay--

You're not a murderer, Eusebio.

You lied, you son of a bitch.

Captain.

They didn't kill the passenger. They'll surrender.

Call Bogotá. Have them call off the operation.

We're not going to the desert. We're going to Bogotá.

You'll turn yourselves in.

Toro.

Toro!

You lying son of a bitch.

Toro!

I got on this plane

in the name of your fucking revolution.

And I went along with it, brother.

But you know what?

Look at me.

I'm done following you!

What are you doing with this?

From now on, I'll do whatever I want.

Put it down.

-Put it down. -I don't want to go to prison.

-You won't go to prison. -I won't.

You said, "Revolution or death."

-I choose death. -No!

-Death! -No!

-Don't do it. -I won't go to jail.

Bárbara!

-I don't want to go to jail. -Don't do it! You won't go to jail!

You're not going to Bogotá!

-I won't go to Bogotá! -Turn it around!

Turn the plane around!

They have a grenade. They'll kill us all. Turn around.

Do you understand? They have a grenade!

No.

-Captain. -We're going to Bogotá.

-Captain! -We're going to Bogotá.

-Don't do it! -Let go of me!

Don't!

-Let me go, son of a bitch. -Don't do it. Turn the plane around!

Turn this plane around!

Turn around before we explode.

-Captain! -Calm down.

She's right. It's best if we turn the plane--

Shut your fat fucking mouth!

You traitorous bastard!

We're going to Bogotá!

-This is your final warning. -Or what?

You're going to kill me?

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

Subtitle translation by: Carolina Salazar and Meredith Cannella