01x04 - The Wretched of the Earth

[bunniefuu]

[plane flying overhead]

1973

NORTH OF THE VALLEY

[man banging on door]

[man] To the showers!

- A poor man abed is as good as dead!

- [men breathing heavily]

[man] And if he's got a wife,

he's screwed for life!

And if he's got a lover,

then it's game over!

[Toro] Let's go, let's go! Ten more!

[somber organ music playing]

[Ulises] The sun rises, the sun sets,

and every day, I cling to my routine.

I cling to my confinement.

Once God and the state decided

they'd neglected me long enough,

I wound up in places like these

where other lost souls line up and wait

for their turn to leave purgatory.

[man] In the name of the Father,

the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

When we break bread,

we're sharing in the body of Christ.

God, thank you for this food,

and for providing us

with your body on our table.

- [man] Amen.

- [all] Amen.

First things first,

this right here is no place for sissies!

In here, only the real men thrive!

And what is the first commandment

all men follow?

[all] A man does not whine!

A man gets to work!

You are not individuals!

You are one body, a spiritual body!

- And where will these bodies take us?

- [all] The land of glory!

- [man] Where?

- [all] The land of glory!

I wanna see savages! I wanna see animals!

- [all grunting and hooting]

- [Ulises] This kingdom is our punishment.

This kingdom is our only way out.

[somber organ music continues]

[players shouting indistinctly]

[Ulises] Inside these four lines

drawn in the dirt,

the sl*ves and their masters

all look the same.

[indistinct shouting continues]

[majestic organ music playing]

[Ulises] And here,

on this field where God is blind,

where he can't tell

sinners and saints apart

- [players] Goal!

- [all cheering]

is where the glory

we all desperately seek lies.

[majestic music continues]

The sun shines on the field and drowns out

the terrifying darkness that consumes us.

The sun rises, the sun sets,

and every day, we seek glory.

We seek a way out.

Until the end of our days.

THE HIJACKING OF FLIGHT 601

[majestic music fading]

CHAPTER 4

THE WRETCHED OF THE EARTH

- You want to talk to me, Mr. Pacho?

- Yes, hold on.

[Pacho] Listen, at this point,

you owe me 150.

And the thing is,

I can't charge you 10% anymore.

It's gotta be 20, all right?

- When are you gonna pay me?

- Next month, Don Pacho.

Soon as my brother

sends me some money from Tuluá.

You have a brother in Tuluá?

- Pay up, you hear?

- Yes, sir.

Toro, take a seat.

Well, believe it or not,

those creeps that were watching you

at practice this morning,

they're La Gloriosa.

First Division club in Cali.

Guess you really gave them a hard-on,

'cause they want to try you out.

But we have a problem.

You know what I see in you?

You want to know? Pure fear.

I'm hungry, sir.

I'm hungry to play for La Gloriosa.

You're hungry?

Well, that's what I'm here for.

Consider me your mother, Toro.

A mother that has two t*tties,

one with milk, and one with sh*t.

I really want to give you my milk!

But you insist on sucking

from the g*dd*mn titty

that's filled with sh*t!

I know how to score.

It's the only thing I know.

- And I'm ready to score for La Gloriosa.

- I want you to listen very closely.

Sadly, before you so much

as step on their nice little field,

you'll have to pay me

everything you owe me.

You and that useless Borja too.

Why don't you show me

how hungry you can be?

You go get that money now.

You've got three days till tryouts begin.

Three! Hmm?

Come on, make Mommy proud.

This is your last chance.

Don't f*ck it up!

[pensive music playing]

[Toro wincing]

[Borja] "This is your dream, Dad."

"My dream and my sweet mother's dream

of finding glory on the soccer field

is just one tryout away."

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

"Your Toro."

"Your Francisco."

How 'bout we add a special something?

"Your idol"?

"Your idol."

[in Guaraní] Let me see.

[in English] Why'd you do that?

Are you crazy?

I won't be able to try out.

What the f*ck are you talking about?

It's what we've been waiting for

our whole damn life, Toro.

- I'm not doing it.

- Why not?

Because

[Borja] Look me in the eye.

That's all I ask.

We spent four years

playing for a bunch of sh*t clubs.

Peru and those bullshit fields in Ecuador.

But Pacho wants his money.

Told me that

I can't participate at tryouts

if we don't pay him

what we owe him in full.

No one will lend us money anymore.

[Borja sighs and smacks lips]

What, are you afraid?

Afraid you'll disappoint everyone?

Yeah, I'm afraid.

Guess that's true.

All the time. Everywhere I go.

But not on the field. [laughs]

Out on the field, I'm not afraid.

All I'm focused on is winning.

Look, stop worrying.

I swear, somehow,

I will get you that money.

How the f*ck are you gonna get that money?

I don't know, but you put

your heart and soul on that field.

That's all you gotta worry about.

I'll take care of the rest.

- [somber music playing]

- [Borja] I live in fear as well.

I know nothing but fear.

I fear dying in this confinement

without ever touching the light.

[both breathing heavily]

[Pacho banging on door]

- [Pacho] To the showers!

- [grunts loudly]

[Pacho] A poor man abed

is as good as dead!

[Toro] Ah, sh*t.

Ah

- [somber music continues]

- [indistinct chatter]

- [Toro] Aren't you gonna eat, man?

- No.

I'm done.

[somber music continues]

[Borja] Mosca.

Take me to that place you talked about.

You know, from the other day?

That's a place for real machos.

- [chuckling]

- Mosca!

Please.

I need this.

Man, you sure you want to see Heaven?

Yeah.

[laughing] Bring your dancing shoes.

["Lluvia con Nieve" by Mon Rivera playing]

GATES OF HEAVEN

[salsa song continues playing]

[Mosca] Hey, hey!

Watch where you're driving.

- [car honking]

- [Mosca] Hey, Borja! Hey!

[whistles] Come here!

What's up, Quique?

- [salsa song continues playing]

- [indistinct chatter]

[salsa song continues playing]

[Mosca] Professor!

- [man] Mosquita!

- This is that student I told you about.

He wanted to, um, meet you.

- What's your name, man?

- Eusebio.

- Eufemio?

- Eusebio, after the saint.

You don't come off as a saint.

I'm Checho.

After Checho.

[both laughing]

Get in the mood, you sissy!

You're my guest tonight.

[salsa song continues playing]

["Lluvia con Nieve" continues playing]

[music distorts and becomes menacing]

["Que Te Pedí" by La Lupe playing]

[mellow romantic song continues playing]

[song fading]

THE MOST DANGEROUS THING

A SOCIETY CAN CREATE

IS A MAN WITH HUNGER AND NOTHING TO LOSE

ANNALS OF THE SENATE

THE HIJACKING OF FLIGHT RK142

FROM AEROAMÉRICA AIRLINES

THE HUNGER OF THE NEW MAN

OR RADICAL LIBERTY

AS REVOLUTIONARY SUPPOR

- [floorboards creak]

- [footsteps approaching]

Of all the soccer players

I've had the pleasure to get to know,

you're the first one

that knows how to read.

I began to read 'cause they made us

memorize the Bible at the orphanage.

You're also the first orphan

to ask a bunch of questions.

No, what happens is when I get nervous

I ramble too much.

Uh-huh? Hmm? Where'd you

learn to be so sneaky? At the orphanage?

No, I I just read, uh

- I read as much as I can.

- Mmm-hmm.

I practice writing. That's why

I wanted to read what you wrote.

That's bullshit. What are you, really?

An orphan, a soccer player, and a writer?

You a damn pig? Huh?

Come on, you b*stard!

You've been following me, haven't you?

- [angrily] Haven't you?

- No, no, no! No, I just play soccer.

I don't know anybody. I won't tell anyone.

I'm from Paraguay. I'm just

[g*n c*ck]

You think I'm going to believe

your f*cking lies?

Take your fake-a*s, sad-poet sob story

and shove it up your orphan a*s!

Hear me, m*therf*cker?

[Eusebio] No, no

- "They shall hunger no more, nor thirst."

- [growls angrily]

"Neither shall they be smited

by the sun or heat,

for the Lamb shall lead them

lead them to

the fountains of water."

"And God shall dry

the tears from their eyes."

Book of Revelation 7:16.

I can quote you every every Bible verse

that speaks about hunger.

Please, just believe me.

Can you

[laughing] I swear,

I almost k*lled you just now!

Holy sh*t, man!

[laughing] I almost k*lled you,

you b*stard!

You were this close, m*therf*cker!

Take this.

Come on.

A word of advice.

If you need anything at all, just ask me.

Because everyone's welcome

inside these four walls.

Huh?

You remind me of who I was.

Just a hungry

little nobody.

Let me tell you something else,

those answers

you keep searching for so desperately,

are not only found in the Bible.

Studying, you sissy?

- [groaning]

- [players shouting indistinctly]

[exhales]

[Toro] Where the f*ck

have you been all morning?

- Pacho is gonna beat your a*s up for real.

- Pacho can suck my d*ck.

I was doing some

paperwork at the ministry.

[Toro] Which papers?

They're not papers, dumbass.

It's a filing process.

- [Toro] Oh.

- And they're not ready yet.

What you got there?

- [Toro] Got this.

- Oh, yeah?

- [Toro laughing]

- I should put this in your a*s, b*tch.

Show me what you've got.

- Show you what? I got nothing.

- I know you got something. Is that itchy?

[Toro] No, why would my palm itch?

Because an itchy palm

means you're gonna get some money.

Here's your damn ticket

to La Gloriosa, Torito!

[Toro] No!

- No!

- [Eusebio laughing]

Son of a b*tch!

Who'd you cheat to get this?

Thanks, man.

Thank you, brother, for real.

I don't know how I'll repay you.

- [Eusebio] I got your back, you got mine.

- Yeah, well, I was gonna hire you.

Not to be my agent,

I'll hire you as my masseuse,

so you can massage my ba*ls every day.

[Toro laughing]

[exhales]

HUNGER MANIFESTO OF THE NEW MAN

WRITTEN BY ULISES LIMA, 1973

[Eusebio] "I'm addressing

everyone born on this continent

where we've been forced

to grow up fast amid the misery."

[somber organ music playing]

"Latin America is not bound by land,

but by a single river."

"A long line of hungry families."

"It is not our languages,

our skin colors,

or our beliefs that people see."

"No, our common hunger

is what others notice."

[in Guaraní] Wake up, my brother.

[Pacho banging on door]

[Pacho in English] To the showers!

- I'm hungry, brother.

- [somber music continues]

[Eusebio] "A hunger we inherited

from our parents

and the only thing

we'll pass down to our children."

"We're connected by the same evil,

a bourgeoisie that has subjugated us

from the beginning of time."

[Pacho] Savages!

[Eusebio] "From the time

two men engaged 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,

reducing him to a sl*ve

and proclaiming himself his master."

More savage!

You'll all pay for this!

Thanks to Borja,

we're gonna keep training!

- Are we doing this or what?

- [blows whistle]

[Eusebio] "This is the engine of mankind."

"The bloody duel of subjugation

between sl*ves and masters."

- "Between the haves and the have-nots."

- [vomiting]

I'm not to be tested, you little as*h*le.

[somber music continues]

[Pacho] This little girl

just threw up on herself.

[whistle blowing]

[Eusebio] "This is the voice of one,

one who is still alive,

for I have come to see

the possibility of a different world

by understanding

that the only way to stop this engine

is for all sl*ves to meet

the oppressing gaze of their masters

with their own

in an act of radical defiance"

PASTRANA ACCUSED OF FRAUD

"as our only way

to resist thinking like sl*ves,

as our only way

to resist dreaming like sl*ves,

as our only way

to resist the fear of death

that breaks

and conditions us to be sl*ves."

"In this unjust world,

the only way to escape oppression

is to live by the motto,

'I resist, therefore, I exist.'"

"Every man is responsible

for their own struggle."

"Every man is the enemy

of their own oppression."

- [majestic music playing]

- [breathing heavily]

[Eusebio] "Every man

must satisfy their hunger

by any means necessary."

- [music fades]

- [plane flying overhead]

[wincing]

[groans]

[players] Our Father, who art in Heaven,

hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done

on Earth as it is in Heaven.

[all] Give us this day our daily bread,

And forgive us our trespasses, as we

forgive those who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

[players clamoring

and cheering indistinctly]

[thunder crashing]

[rain falling]

[players shouting indistinctly]

[whistle blowing]

- [bones cracking]

- [Toro groans]

[player] Whoa, whoa, whoa!

[player] Whoa, watch out!

Ahh!

- [player] Come on, get up!

- [groaning]

Get up, man! Get up!

[somber music playing]

[muttering]

[Eusebio] They say athletes die twice,

when their lives come to an end,

and the day their career is over.

- [Toro crying in agony]

- [indistinct chatter]

- [Eusebio] Come on, brother.

- [Toro yelling in pain]

- [Pacho] You're f*cking done, as*h*le!

- [Eusebio] Hey, look at me.

Ahh! Ahh

- [Toro screaming]

- [bones cracking]

[Toro yelling]

[inaudible]

[somber music fades]

- [door slams]

- [Pacho] Toro, you son of a b*tch!

You were injured

and you kept it to yourself!

- I told you not to f*ck with me!

- [Eusebio] Get your hands off him!

- [Pacho] I warned you!

- [Eusebio] Back off!

[Pacho] You two f*ck

have been lying to my face!

One's a damn cheat,

and the other, a stupid b*tch

who won't be able to play soccer again!

- [Toro and Eusebio yelling]

- You dumbass, you sucked on the wrong tit!

- The f*cking sh*t tit!

- [Toro] You son of a b*tch! Get off me!

And forget about your belongings

and passports.

They're staying right here, yeah?

Until you pay back every single penny!

Now, go! Get out of here!

- [Toro] Let go of me!

- [Eusebio] You m*therf*cker.

[Eusebio] Let go of me!

[car honking]

[Toro] Can you slow down a bit, brother?

Why didn't you tell me you were injured?

Did you even stop and think for a second

about what I had to do

to make that money, moron?

Ever stop and wonder what I had to

do to earn a spot on the field?

- That was our last opportunity!

- [Toro] Not just ours.

Lekaja's, my mother's, my brother's,

and the whole f*cking neighborhood's.

And now I won't ever

step on a field again.

It's over. I just ruined

my life and everybody else's.

[wincing] Do you know what it feels like?

No, I don't.

I don't because

I never had anyone to let down.

And because I never had

the talent you were blessed with.

[Toro] You think it's a blessing?

My father used to tell me

that I had sh*t for brains,

and because I had sh*t for brains,

I'd have to use my feet.

I'd be forced to kick my way through life.

[Toro sniffling]

[crying softly] The moment I learned

to kick a ball, they invested little

money they had in me.

I was the family's only hope, brother.

Look at me now.

[crying]

I'm just a dumbass, brother!

A freaking idiot, a f*cking nobody!

- Hey! You're not a dumbass.

- [sobbing]

You were dumb for keeping it to yourself.

My parents would always say otherwise.

That I was a bony little twig

that wouldn't amount to much

if I didn't use my brain.

But look at where I am now.

You need to play it smart, man,

because I can't take us further anymore.

[sniffling] It's up to you now.

[Eusebio sighs]

[loud knock on door]

This is Toro. He's famished.

And so am I.

Pacho has, for years,

fed on the souls of soccer players

that are simply starved for glory.

Soon as they're no use to him,

he kicks them to the curb,

takes their stuff,

and they're left with nothing.

We just want our passports

and our belongings back, and to go home.

That's it. Nothing more.

- And what do you need from me?

- [menacing music playing]

I need you to lend me a weapon.

[Toro] What'd this guy put in your head?

You said we were gonna borrow some money.

Why the f*ck would you want a weapon?

So we can face our problems head-on,

overcome the oppressive powers,

put an end to this painful famine

by any means necessary.

You want a g*n? I can give you a g*n.

Here. Here's your weapon.

Hmm? But there is one condition.

You promise me

that you will only use this g*n

to recover your money and your passports.

Yeah, you have my word.

Ah

Man, you're a poor idiot, you know?

You read the manifesto,

but didn't understand a f*cking word.

Get out before you get caught

and thrown in jail like a pair of th*gs.

Get out!

What about,

"I resist, therefore, I exist"? Huh?

I guess Toro was right,

you just spewed a bunch of bullshit!

You really want us to go over there?

Come on, then.

Come on!

Time for us to confront the master.

But we're not behaving like delinquents.

No, we'll behave like revolutionaries.

The real kind.

We're reclaiming your dignity, yeah?

So you learn how to behave like men,

and not like weak, little sl*ves.

[yelling] Bang, bang!

Come on! Operation Pacho,

you son of a b*tch!

I'm gonna be your commander now!

Commander Ulises!

Come on!

Let's go.

Come on!

Come on, come on, come on!

Toro, wait, where are you going?

Where are you going?

This is all we've got.

This is insane, brother.

[Eusebio] We're not doing anything crazy.

We're just going back

and reclaiming the stuff

that piece of sh*t Pacho took.

[Ulises sniffing] Ah!

One snort,

and you feel absolutely invincible.

Sure, it makes you wanna sh*t,

but you stop fearing death.

[sniffs and coughs]

Ah, damn it!

Go for it.

Try some.

Try some!

Ah, what a couple of pussies.

All right, now grab this.

Take it!

You take this, and take back

everything that's yours, got it?

Go on, now.

Go on!

Revolution or death, m*therf*cker!

That's it!

Revolution or death! Go on!

Go, go, go! Don't be afraid!

You can do this!

You got this!

That's it!

Shh!

[metal clanging and creaking]

[clanging continues]

- [menacing music playing]

- [Mosca] Easy, easy! Don't hurt me!

- Please, don't hurt me!

- [Ulises yelling] Where's Pacho's room?

- [Pacho] What the f*ck's going on?

- [Ulises] Get up!

- [Pacho] Oh sh*t! Okay. Easy.

- [Ulises] Let's go, m*therf*cker.

- [Ulises] Open your office!

- Yes, yes, yes.

[Ulises] Open the door!

Don't f*ck with me! Move! Move!

- [Pacho] Yes, yes, yes! All right!

- Go on! Go on!

Hey, hey, hey!

Everybody stay right where you are!

[menacing music continues]

- [Toro] Give us back our passports!

- [Eusebio] Give us back our things!

[Eusebio] Go.

- Give me the passports!

- [Eusebio] The money!

- [Pacho] What money?

- We want our money!

- [Pacho] Okay!

- That you stole from us every month!

[Pacho] Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Here you go, take it. Relax.

- [indistinct chatter]

- [Ulises] You got it? Huh?

[Pacho] There you go, there you go.

Take it! Yes, it's all yours!

- [man] What are you guys doing?

- [Pacho] Don't hurt me.

- [g*n fires]

- [man] Easy, man.

[Ulises] We are

the People's Revolutionary Front.

My comrades are accusing you

of exploitation

and trafficking with clowns.

How do you plead?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- You don't?

- No, no, no!

- [bangs]

You b*tch!

I'm talking about the 30 students that

disappeared on the 26th of February, 1971!

[Pacho whimpering]

While peacefully protesting

the massive electoral fraud

that was committed by President Pastrana!

- You recall that?

- I haven't kidnapped any students.

- I don't know what you're talking about!

- 'Course you haven't!

These aren't students,

these are a bunch of clowns!

Bunch of starving clowns that you train

to skew the vision of the people,

so they can't see their

government is covered in blood.

The revolution

finds you indisputably guilty,

and sentences you to death.

- No, no, no! What do you mean, "death"?

- Toro, sh**t him.

- [Pacho] No!

- [Eusebio] No, Toro.

- [Toro] No

- [Ulises] Look at me, Toro!

- [Eusebio] Don't do it, Toro.

- sh**t him now!

No, no, no, don't listen to him!

Don't listen Ahh! f*ck, no!

- [Eusebio] No, Toro

- [Ulises] Listen to me.

Listen to me.

This m*therf*cker took everything.

- He abused you, humiliated you

- [Pacho] No!

- This man left you starving. Get even.

- [Pacho] I didn't do that!

[Ulises] Now's the time!

Show him who's the master!

sh**t him! sh**t him, Toro!

- [Pacho] Toro, don't do it.

- Just do it! Pull the trigger!

- [Eusebio] No!

- Pull it!

- [all yelling]

- [menacing music building]

- [Pacho] Toro! Wait! No

- [Ulises] Just pull it!

[Toro] Ahh!

[music fades]

[sobbing]

[Ulises laughing]

[Toro whimpers]

You're the g*dd*mn master.

You either shut down this f*cking circus

or you're gonna hear again from the FPR.

Got that?

- [g*n fires]

- Revolution or death!

- [Ulises] Eat that! Eat that! Pacho!

- [all yelling]

- [Toro] m*therf*cker!

- [Ulises] You f*ck!

- [all cheering]

- [Ulises] Let me tell you something.

You'll never be sl*ves to anything

or anyone ever again!

[Toro] No!

- You guys'll live in freedom with me now!

- Liberty now!

- Liberty now!

- [Eusebio] Thank you, brother.

Just leave us at the terminal,

we'll be okay.

No, hang on. There's no turning back now.

'Cause you know what?

I still have so many things to teach you.

So many things.

And this is only the beginning,

my friends.

["Sonido Bestial"

by Richie Ray & Bobby Cruz playing]

[sniffing]

Long live m*therf*cking Colombia!

- [Ulises] Do it, do it.

- [Eusebio] Mmm.

[Ulises] Now, we're flying.

Attention, you've all been kidnapped

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.

In this plane, there's passengers who

eat better and sh*t better than others.

And that is why we have taken up arms now.

And through this path of revolution,

we will quell the poor man's hunger.

Our demands are simple,

the immediate and safe release

of the students from El Socorro,

and 200 grand

to fund the revolutionary cause.

And if President Patraña

doesn't meet our demands,

we are willing to k*ll

or be k*lled

to ensure curtains like these

disappear from Colombia.

Revolution or death!

[chuckling]

You b*stards should see your faces!

[laughing]

Listen, that speech

that speech still needs some polishing,

but you know who'll sh*t his pants?

Patraña.

Once we hijack a plane in Bogotá

and fly it up to Aruba.

[chuckles] That b*stard'll have no choice

but to sit and negotiate with us.

- You're assuming we want to do this.

- Mmm.

You really only need

two people to take over a plane.

And there's three of us, huh?

Just like we delivered justice

to Pacho at the boarding house,

the same can be done to that as*h*le

Patraña for having robbed the elections,

for crapping all over

Colombia's democracy.

We're going back to Paraguay!

Your president never even

gave us our work permits,

but we're not

hijacking anything over that.

Go check out

the People's Revolutionary Front,

see if you find any volunteers.

Do you not understand anything? Huh?

Our People's Revolutionary Front

materialized last night

during Operation Pacho!

Boys, whether you like it or not,

you're revolutionaries.

And obviously fugitives.

We're just simple soccer players.

Enough with that sh*t.

That's what you used to be.

Forget that soccer bullshit.

f*ck you, you f*cking guerrilla b*stard!

- [Eusebio] Toro!

- [yelling] Stop it, stop it, stop it!

Now you are you're much more than that.

You are a famished man

without a damn thing to lose,

and that right there makes you

the most dangerous man in the whole world.

Am I clear?

Check this out.

Last month, a shop owner was so desperate

MAN HIJACKS D-4 WITH A PEAR

he stole a f*cking pear from his store,

he bought some tickets,

put on his Sunday best,

and invited his family

on a trip to Pereira.

The moment they took off,

he pulled out the pear.

And they were told,

"I have a grenade here!"

"Everybody on board's gonna die!"

And four hours later,

they landed in Havana.

If that's what a f*cking shop owner

with a stupid g*dd*mn pear can do,

can you imagine

what we could do with this?

Aruba's army doesn't exist at all.

But why bring his f*cking family then?

To set them all free.

Maybe so they wouldn't have to be

sl*ves to this broken system.

So they might be free to drink rum

and dance by the sea

for the rest of their g*dd*mn lives!

So we just board that plane with you,

get off in Aruba,

they give us the cash,

and then we end up in Cuba.

What's the next step?

If you want,

you could join me alongside the FPR,

or just live out your days

as free men in Cuba.

I want to go back to home right now!

How are you supposed to go home now,

like a failed circus clown?

How about instead, you show up as a hero?

A revolutionary hero who's filthy rich.

Two hundred thousand dollars.

The revolution is a bountiful business.

What do you say?

Huh?

Are you two assholes, two starving

assholes getting off in Paraguay?

Or liberated men in Cuba?

["Vamonos Pal Monte"

by Eddie Palmieri playing]

We're gonna go to Cuba, son of a b*tch!

We're going to Cuba!

- We're going to Cuba!

- We're going to Cuba!

We're going to Cuba!

Revolution or death, m*therf*cker!

- [laughs]

- [Eusebio] Revolution or death!

[Toro] Revolution or death, ahh!

[both] Revolution or death, m*therf*ckers!

[laughing]

We're going to Cuba!

Two hundred thousand dollars,

m*therf*cker.

- [Ulises cackling] Yeah! Let's dance!

- [Toro] Cuba!

We're going to Cuba, m*therf*cker!

- ["Vamonos Pal Monte" continues playing]

- [all chanting]

- [upbeat music continues]

- [all cheering and chanting]

- [g*n fires]

- [music stops suddenly]

[Toro screaming]

- He's f*cking dead!

- [Toro mutters]

He's f*cking dead!

- Hey, where the f*ck are you going?

- It's over, the cops are coming!

- [Eusebio] Calm down! I said calm down.

- We gotta leave, they're coming.

- Calm down.

- [Toro] Everything's f*cked up now!

- [Eusebio] We aren't going anywhere.

- Everything's f*cked.

[muttering] We're both f*cked.

We're so f*cked.

- [Toro whimpers]

- [grave music playing]

[grave music continues]

- What if there's another way?

- [somber music playing]

What if it doesn't work?

Revolution or death.

- [majestic music playing]

- Revolution or death.

[majestic music continues]

COLOMBIAN REPUBLIC IDENTITY DOCUMEN

LAST NAME: VERA - FIRST NAME: SERGIO

[Eusebio] The sun rises, the sun sets.

And each day, we seek the light.

We seek a way out.

[majestic music continues]

[Eusebio] We seek our own revolution

until the end of our days.

[music fades]

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.

["Buscándote"

by The Latin Brothers playing]

IN APPRECIATION OF

EDIE AND MARÍA EUGENIA