- When doctors began to examine
the first eight survivors of the crash of Uruguayan
Air Force Flight 571, something became clear. These men had to have consumed something other than just the
cheese, herbs, and snow, they claimed to have eaten to survive. They were very malnourished, very thin, many suffered from broken
bones and infections, but they weren't the walking skeletons doctors had expected after
they'd been living for 70 days in a valley high up in the Andes. When a doctor asked the
good-natured Coche Inciarte, "What was the last thing you ate?" He answered simply, "Human flesh." (intriguing music) Welcome to the third and final installment in our cannibalism trilogy. We've covered the land and the sea, and now we take to the air, high in the Andes mountains where a plane carrying
a team of rugby players, crash landed somewhere no human should ever have been able to survive. Now, we haven't pursued
a trilogy of these videos simply to secure our place as YouTube's preeminent
cannibalism channel. Is there a play button for that? (something pings) But because we care about
what death has to teach us. And death at its most extreme can sometimes reveal thrilling things about who we are as humans. While every cannibal story is unique, this cannibal story strikes
a very different tone than the Donner Party
or the whaleship Essex. The survivors of the 1972 airplane crash were different in how they
approached cannibalism. It was thoughtful, rational,
dare I say, sacred. Eating human flesh became their normal, allowing them to keep clear heads, and as far as disaster
cannibalism stories go, this one is almost uplifting? Maybe that's why they made
a movie of it in the '90s. (man screaming)
(helicopter blades whirring) (emotional music) "Alive" starring Ethan Hawke
as a Uruguayan rugby player. - We should eat the dead. - A natural fit. It's a story of toxic positivity, the important of social structures, and the controversial question, in extreme situations, do
we actually honor the dead by eating them? (intriguing music) Just before 3:30 pm on October 13, 1972, the air got a little bumpy over the Andes. 40 passengers were flying
in a Fairchild F-227. Most were members of the
Old Christians rugby team, young guys, ages 18 to 26, along with their friends and
family, and 5 crew members. The team had chartered the plane to play against a Chilean
rugby team in Santiago. At 3:21 pm one of the pilots, Lieutenant Colonel Dante Lagurara, checked in with air traffic
control in Santiago. They gave the Fairchild the okay to drop down to 10,000 feet, believing they were getting
close to the airport. Lagurara descended down to 3,000
feet and went into a cloud. The plane shook violently. (plane clattering) Flying over the Andes can be dangerous. Experienced pilots know
to fly in the morning because by the afternoon,
the mix of hot and cold air can cause cyclone-like winds that will toss an aircraft around. Oh, no thank you, for me. But after pressure from the rugby team and a bad weather stop in Mendoza, the Fairchild had started their flight, you guessed it, in the
afternoon, at 2:18 pm. Weirdly similar to the
Donner Party and the Essex, the main lesson here seems to be, leave on time or cannibalism. Tell that to your child when he doesn't wanna get up for school. The Fairchild took a southerly route that was longer but safer. As they flew through the cloud cover, the turbulence got worse. Still, the flight attendant
announced to the passengers they'd be landing shortly. The atmosphere in the plane
was like, "Party on dudes!" "Rugby," et cetera. That was until they got out of the cloud and instead of seeing the ground, they saw snowy mountains only 10 feet from the tip of their wing. The boys were like, "Uh, is that normal?" No, no it was not. People started preparing for the worst, prayers, bracing for impact. The plane jumped and fell and careened, and the engines screamed as
it tried to gain altitude. Then came a crashing sound, the right wing had hit the mountain. The wing broke off, flipped,
severed the tail of the plane, immediately sucking out
the steward, navigator, and three boys from the cabin. Soon after, the left wing ripped off and a propeller sliced through
the body of the aircraft. As the plane fell from the sky, everyone expected to smash into
the mountain at any moment, to be pulverized into smithereens, but instead, the fuselage did
a belly-flop onto the mountain and slid down a valley. The plane finally came
to rest at 11,500 feet, in a valley between Chile and Argentina. When all was finally still,
12 people were already dead and 33 were alive with injuries ranging
from minor to horrific. Two 19-year old teammates, Roberto Canessa and Gustavo Zerbino, were second and first year
medical students respectively, and they tried to help
and evaluate the wounded. Marcelo Perez, 25, was
captain of the rugby team, and assumed a leadership position as they tried to extricate
people from the wreckage. There was the Parrado
family, siblings Nando, 22, and Susana, 20, and their mother Eugenia. Eugenia had been crushed to death and Susana was bleeding
profusely from her head. Nando was thrown to the front of the cabin and was left for dead. 22-year-old Rafael Echavarren's calf had been torn from his leg bone, and was wrapped around his shin. Zerbino promptly put the
calf flesh back in its spot and wrapped it in place with a t-shirt. Plane crashes, especially ones where you miraculously
survive, are really intense. Um, it gets worse. Enrique Platero sees that Zerbino
is acting as medical help, and moseys up to him with a steel tube sticking out of his stomach. Zerbino is all cucumber cool and says, "Don't worry about that,
you're perfectly strong, come help me with these seats." Then Zerbino basically does the, "What's that bro, look over there," and puts a knee against Platero's body and pulls the steel tube out, along with about six inches
of Platero's intestines. Zerbino gives him a little pep talk, "Buck up little camper, we got work to do, don't be a pansy," and Platero was like, "Yes sir," and stuffs his insides
back inside himself, wraps it with a t-shirt, and gets to work. Could not have been me. Inside the cockpit, Lieutenant Lagurara was the sole survivor, but the instrument panel
was embedded in his chest, and he begged to be given
water and his revolver. He was fed snow but denied his revolver. They knew he was not long for this world. Night fell, and there was
nothing for the survivors to do but bundle up in the fuselage, that's the main body of
the plane that was left, to try to get some sleep. I need melatonin in the best of times, but this was a freezing cabin
with barely any room to stand, let alone lie down. Some of the boys attempted to build a wall of suitcases and seats, but it was no match for the wind whipping
through the fuselage. Plus there's the, um, you know, corpses, that were in there with you, and perhaps even worse, the wailing and screaming
of injured people. Graziela Mariani, a middle-aged woman who had bought a last-minute ticket so she could attend
her daughter's wedding, was trapped under a heap of
seats with two broken legs, unable to be moved. She cried and yelled and
babbled all night long about how others were trying to kill her. The night was merciless
and discombobulating. Zerbino thought he saw daylight after what felt like hours of torture, only to look at his watch
and realize it was 9 pm. (intriguing music) When October 14th finally dawned, they had to evaluate
their living situation. For the moment, there was nothing to do but make the fuselage more livable. They started by pulling the
dead bodies from the plane. The survivors saw nothing
around them but snow and mountains upon mountains. No plant life, no signs of animals, just rock and snow and sky. Keep in mind, that in most of these
disaster adventure stories, the people involved are adventurers bold, aware that something could go
horribly wrong on their quest. These were 21-year old rugby bros, who thought they were going on vacation, and instead fell out of the sky into one of the most inhospitable
landscapes in the world. By the second day, five
more people had died, and the environment was starting to take
its toll on the others. Frostbite blackened the extremities of the injured people who could not move, and some obviously had internal bleeding that Canessa and Zerbino's
minimal medical school training did not prepare them for. They thought Susana Parrado was dead, but when another body was moved off her, she cried out that her feet hurt. Saying, "Mama, Mama, oh,
please, Mama, can't we go home?" Senora Mariani, the trapped
woman with the broken legs, seemed dead as well, but when Canessa tried to move her corpse, she screamed again, "Don't
touch me! You'll kill me!" Later, as he looked into
the poor woman's face, her breathing stopped, her
eyes rolled into her head, and she quietly died. Platero, that's the guy
whose insides fell out through a hole in his
side, didn't complain, but he did have what looked
like a piece of stomach lining sticking out of his wound. Amidst the misery,
35-year-old Liliana Methol was a bright spot. On-board with her husband Javier, a cousin to one of the rugby players, she quickly became a source of comfort, as everyone's nurse and surrogate mother. She wouldn't accept any special treatment and would sleep in the worst,
coldest parts of the plane. As a woman Liliana's age,
trapped on an icy mountain with all these 20-year-old rugby players, you had better believe I would
be taking special treatment. I'd just be pointing at
things that needed to be done. "I'm delegating, boys." At this point, you're probably asking, "So rescue's on it's way, right? This is the 1970s not the 1870s. What about flares? A
radio to call for help? Don't they have those things on a plane?" Well, what the passengers learned from the only surviving crew
member, mechanic Carlos Roque, between his fits of weeping and losing control of
his bodily functions, was that there were no flares
and the radio was inoperative. There was hope that if they could locate the tail portion of the plane, which was in a totally
different, unknown location on the mountain, and get
the batteries outta there, they might be able to get
the cockpit radio working and call for help. But first things first, the survivors had to take stock of what they immediately had. Marcelo, their leader and team captain, inventoried the food and drink. They had, (clears throat) one tin salted almonds, one peach jam, one apple jam, one blackberry
jam, three bottles of wine, five had been consumed that
first night, understandable, one bottle of whisky, one
bottle creme de menthe, one cherry brandy, half a flask of brandy, eight chocolate bars, five nougat bars, a few caramels, a few
dates, a few dried plums, one packet salted biscuits,
and two tins of mussels. And 28 still-living people to feed for nobody knew how long. They began to ration their food and Marcelo gave everyone
a square of chocolate and a deodorant capful of wine, chin-chin. (intriguing music) The next day, October 15th,
Adolfo Fito Strauch, age 25, discovered a life-saving method
for melting snow for water. This was to become one
of the primary chores of the survivors. Finding fresh snow, not
dirty with blood and gore from the dead, or oil from
plane, or urine from survivors, and melting it into water. A sort of small mountain
society was forming, and it was team captain Marcelo who organized people into work groups. He was the food coordinator, he portioned out the
rations throughout the day. The Cabin Boys were the younger boys, whose job was to lay out
the cushions to sleep on and lay the blankets, the seat
covers, to dry in the sun. The medical group was Canessa,
Zerbino, and Liliana Methol. Canessa eventually strung
a makeshift hammock made of nylon straps, poles, and luggage compartment webbing. The severely injured, Rafael, the guy with the flayed calf situation, and Arturo Nogueira,
the team's best kicker who had two broken legs , basically took up
residence in the hammock. That afternoon several planes
flew by, some quite low, one even dipped its wing as
if to signal that it saw them. They were saved! Canessa was so happy
that he and a few others chugged an entire bottle
of wine to celebrate. But by evening, nobody
came and they had to face what many in the group suspected, that the white fuselage in the white snow, even with SOS written in
lipstick and nail polish, was invisible to air traffic. Discussions and arguments ensued over whether or not they
could count on rescue. Marcelo was especially enraged over the wine chugging incident, and over the fact that
chocolate and a nougat bar had been stolen. Nando Parrado, who had been left for dead, but unexpectedly recovered while his sister Susana only worsened, expressed his desire to get
back to civilization on his own, rather than wait here to be found. He found himself in the minority on this, with almost everyone else being like, "No dude, we are totally
gonna get rescued." Carlitos Paez, one of the younger boys, told Nando he'd never make it out on foot, "You'd starve to death. You can't climb mountains on a little piece of
chocolate and a sip of wine." Nando responded, "Then I'll cut
meat from one of the pilots. After all, they got us into this mess." It begins. Carlitos was like,
"(laughing), whatever bro," but, you know, foreshadowing. (intriguing music) A divide emerged amongst the survivors. There were those who clung to the belief that everything was fine
and they would get rescued just hold on for one more day. Led by captain Marcelo and a law student named Pancho Delgado, this group believed that
hope would see them through. Delgado, in particular, believed that God would not leave them
stranded in the mountains. This intense optimism was, understandably, the more popular camp,
especially with the younger boys, but there was a minority who felt the group needed to face how dire their situation really was, if they ever wanted to
get out of the Andes. This group, let's call them
the we're screwed group, including Canessa and Zerbino,
the medics, and Nando, believed most of the survivors had a case of what could
be called toxic positivity, living in denial, victims
of a potentially delusional and dangerous optimism. But leaving for help also
seemed near impossible. Four men ventured out on October 17th to try to find the tail
and its magic batteries, but after an hour of slogging, exhaustion, and almost no progress, they had to just turn
around and come back. When they returned, they talked about what they would be willing to do to save themselves if help never arrived. Carlitos mentioned what Nando had said about eating the pilots to get outta here. Fito said, "I don't know, it might be the only way to survive." The days wore on with the cycle of long,
cold uncomfortable nights, and days of making water
from snow and rationing food. On the 8th night, Susana
Parrado, Nando's sister, died. Only 27 people remained alive. On October 22nd, they found a radio and were able to rig it to
get broadcasts from Chile. Much to their disappointment, they heard nothing about their rescue. And they were running outta food. Looking around at all the
bodies strewn around them in the snow, Canessa finally openly said what they'd all been whispering about, in order to survive they
would have to eat their dead. Canessa made an impassioned plea that the moral thing to do was live, and eat what was available to them. As a Christian, he reasoned
that the dead passenger's souls were already in Heaven, and
what was left was only meat. The dead would want them
to eat their bodies. I mean, after all, most
agreed that if they died they'd want to be eaten. The leader, Marcelo, found his optimism
becoming a little shaky. Notably there was now some anger toward the relentlessly
positive Delgado and Marcelo. Some felt like they had
been deceived by them, putting all their confidence in a rescue that was nowhere in sight. By the afternoon, Zerbino, Canessa, his friend Daniel Maspons, and Fito went forth to do the
emotional and physical work of cutting the meat. They went alone into the snow
as nobody wanted to know, aside from the those
who undertook the task, who the meat came from. Canessa, years later, called it, "The last definitive step
in our transformation. The final goodbye to innocence, I will never forget that first incision." (intriguing music) The first meat was
taken from some buttocks that stuck out from the snow. Canessa cut 20 matchstick sized pieces with a piece of glass,
the flesh difficult to cut because it was frozen, and put them on the roof
of the fuselage to dry. Canessa told those assembled in the plane, meat's on the roof, they
should go eat, nobody moved. So, to lead by example, he
picked up a strip of the flesh, hesitated momentarily,
and then swallowed it. Slowly, others followed suit. Thus began a quiet
acceptance of cannibalism. Nobody asked for this, nobody wanted it, but it was a path to survival they could either torture themselves over or receive as a gift from the dead. Then, October 23rd brought them
the news they were dreading. Marcelo and another passenger got up early to listen to the radio. To their dismay, they heard a broadcast that the search for their
plane had been called off. This news finally broke Marcelo. He put his head in his hands and cried. Marcelo and Delgado
were beyond consolation, their faith and hope demolished. Optimism had made them
the group's leaders, but after this chilling news, they were all but useless to the group. But the former pessimists,
the we're screwed crowd, were not surprised by this revelation. Now it was their turn to be, if not optimistic, at least determined, they would rescue themselves. At this point, almost everyone was eating the flesh, including Marcelo. It was the comparison of
the flesh to Holy Communion that changed the minds of
other holdouts as well. When Christ died he gave his body to us so we could have spiritual life. My friend has given us his body so we can have physical life. In the days that followed, the survivors settled into
a pattern of survival. They sometimes cooked the meat, which made it more
palatable, like soft beef, though Canessa insisted it was more nutritious
when they ate it raw. Things seemed to be going
well, I mean not well, all things considered, until
in the dim light of late day, a vibration rattled the fuselage and before anyone could react, an avalanche filled the plane with snow, burying many of them alive. (avalanche rumbling) The survivors were thrown into action as they desperately tried
to dig each other out. Eight more people died,
including Liliana Methol, beloved mother-figure to
them and the makeshift nurse. This left only 19 survivors. They weathered the frigid night with no blankets or cushions, trapped in the icicle of a plane, breathing the quickly depleting oxygen. Finally, Nando used a hammock
pole and some lighters, they were all heavy smokers, to poke a hole in the top of the plane. Even though they could
burrow their way out, there was a blizzard outside so they were trapped
inside for three days. Since the corpses they had been eating were outside the plane,
they were forced to cut meat from the dead inside the plane, the dead they had just
hours before been talking to or strategizing with. This was more than some
of them could take, especially since there was no
way to cook or dry the flesh, so it had to be eaten wet and raw. Those that died inside the plane were frozen in a wall of ice, and left there in case they
suffered another avalanche and the survivors needed food again. They had also taken to leaving
some limbs in the cabin just in case they needed
food in bad weather. As they were all learning, a human can adjust to almost anything. The survivors now prepared
for their next big trek. Their four strongest had been chosen, Nando, Canessa, who you already know, plus Antonio Tintin
Vizintin, and Numa Turcatti, and those four were given the privilege of preparing for an expedition. This meant sleeping as much as they liked, eating as much as they liked, and refraining from labor
as much as they liked. Their sole responsibility became
building up their strength so as to hopefully rescue
their fellow survivors by escaping the mountains. Cousins Fito Strauch, Eduardo
Strauch, and Daniel Fernandez took control of the meat, and
thus, control of the group. They were the mob, the ruling
family, the meat cutters. It was the worst job because they alone knew who the meat was coming from, but it was a powerful
position, nonetheless. Over time, they learned to fine-tune how to keep and cut the dead. Bodies were kept in the snow
to keep them from rotting. Canessa encouraged people to eat organs like the liver and the
kidneys for nutritional value. Layers of fat were freed from
the body and laid out to dry. Once they formed a crust,
everyone ate the fat. They methodically ate all of one corpse before eating the next,
waste not, want not. Nando quickly gained favor with the group, as both a leader and expeditionary. His determination to
escape inspired the boys and he wasn't prone to
anger and impatience, like Canessa was. As the time grew close for
the expeditionaries to leave, they prepared the best they could for the task that lay before them. Equipment-wise, a huge problem they had was they had rugby boots but
they didn't have warm socks. So, they made their own socks, out of the skin and fat
from the elbows of the dead. I don't know why that one gets
me the most for some reason. They knew they needed to travel west, but the mountains to the
west were so daunting they decided to go east down the valley and then circle back. On the morning of November 15th, the four set out at 7 am but
were back by around 10 am. It had started to snow which made the going
impossible and dangerous. By November 17th, they
were ready to leave again, but due to injury, were
already down to just three men. After two hours they came to
a crest and, lo and behold, it was the long-lost
tail of the Fairchild. Finding the plane's
tail was like Christmas. They found warm clothes, food,
rum, Coca-Cola, toothpaste, comic books, and loads
of cigarette cartons. And most exciting, batteries. Compared to what they had been doing, that night was like a luxury hotel. They put extra clothes on the floor and barricaded the door
to guard against the cold, and were able to stretch out on the floor and read comics before going to sleep. The next morning they continued on, eventually finding themselves
before a huge mountain. Canessa began to worry. When exactly would they
be able to turn around and go west again? That night they attempted
to sleep out in the open by digging a hole in the snow, but the next morning, Canessa was like, "Uh, no, no, no, no, we will not survive
another night like that." Nando, whose mother has
died, whose sister has died and has a personality best
described as we're doing this, disagreed and insisted they keep going. Canessa held firm, arguing if they died, where would the others be? The plan became, okay, we're
gonna go back to the tail, we're gonna hang out for a few days, enjoying all the amenities
tail has to offer. Tail: when everything else
is a frozen hellscape, try tail by Marriot. (record scratching) Then return to the main
plane to get the radio and bring the ol' boys some
cigarettes and clothes. Now, when the three men are
spotted trudging back up to the plane, everyone is like (groans). They knew immediately there was no way they had reached help. But Canessa is like, "But
guys, I got cigarettes, and clothes, you get cigarettes, you get cigarettes, you get cigarettes!" Now they have to haul all
the parts of the radio down to the tail to reunite
it with the batteries. Nando and Canessa had the super fun job of removing the part of the radio that was still embedded in
their dead pilot's chest. Plus, there was a lot of doubt that this radio thing was gonna work. Even worse, the meat
was starting to run out, and the bodies they did have, were slowly beginning to rot
in the seasonally warmer sun. They attempted to eat
the parts of the body they used to discard, hands, feet, tongues,
someone ate some testicles. Meanwhile, the radio did not work, I'll just relieve you
of your suspense there. They couldn't radio out,
although did pick up a bulletin saying the search for them had resumed. (bright music) This news wasn't as
exciting as you might think. As Fito said, "Don't you realize that they aren't looking for survivors? They're looking for dead bodies." The search team was taking aerial photos, photos which would take weeks to develop. By the time they figured
out where they were, there might really be
only dead bodies to find. (intriguing music) On December 11th, no more playing around. At 5 am, Tintin, Canessa, and Nando weighed down with supplies, wearing as many layers
of clothing as possible, set out up the side of the
valley heading northwest. The climbing was hard and they
sank into the melting snow. They climbed and climbed for three days and when they finally reached the top, instead of green valleys and civilization, just endless mountaintops
upon snowcapped mountaintops. They were done for. But Nando, aka we're doing this, noticed two mountains to the west that were not snow covered. Could that be Chile? Nando believed that if
they followed a valley down to a Y in the terrain, one fork of the Y would lead
to those snowless mountains, and they would be saved. So, they sent Tintin back to the plane and took all his food, which was mainly meat
stuffed in rugby socks, and Tintin's like "Oh
I'm going back, cool, this is terrible," and he's out. The next day they reached
the bottom of the mountain and in a valley, encountered a stream, the first fresh water
they'd seen since crashing. Around the stream they saw grass growing, and Canessa grabbed a bunch and just stuffed it into his mouth. Mm, salad. There was
grass, there was moss. There were birds, nut what they really
needed to find was people. They find a horseshoe, they
find ax marks on tree stumps, there's a herd of cows,
there's an empty soup can. And empty soup can! And then finally, a couple of days later, bingo, a man on horseback. Across the river, Canessa
and Nando screamed and waved at the man, who at looks
at them sort of side-eyed at this bedraggled, frenzied
pair flailing at them, and goes, "Should I
just leave them behind?" But instead, this man,
Sergio Catalan shout, "Tomorrow!" He'd be back
to get them tomorrow. It was 69 days after their
plane had crashed in the Andes, eight days after they'd
left the Fairchild fuselage, and three days before all 16
of the remaining survivors would be rescued. (somber music) (intriguing music) Nando and Canessa were taken
in by a Chilean farmer. The next day, a helicopter
was sent to the crash site of the Fairchild fuselage. At first, the survivors
avoided any explanation of what they had eaten. Frankly, they didn't look like people who'd been starving to death
in the mountains for months. Which is weirdly victim blamey, right? Like, "You don't look like you've been in a horrific plane crash and trapped in the snowy mountains." When Nando Parrado
walked into the hospital, he was even turned away. A policeman told him,
"You can't go in there. That's for survivors." "But I am a survivor," responded Nando. They braced themselves
for judgment and horror from the Catholic church,
medical professionals, and their loved ones, but across the board, people offered them
understanding and forgiveness. Even the parents of those
they ate, offered compassion. Dr. Valeta, the father
of one of the dead said, "We are glad that there were 45 of them because this helped at
least 16 to return." The survivors were not reviled and were largely considered heroes. 40 years later, they even
got to play the match they never got to play
against the Chilean team. Some went on to write books,
which were used for this video, we'll link them below. They had full lives, lives
that have been enriched and emboldened by their
life alongside death. Said Nando, "Death liberated me." When he returned home, his father, who remember, also lost
his wife and daughter, had, in his grief, gotten
rid of all of Nando's things. Imagine this, Nando was
one of the most famous men in South America, while
simultaneously able to see how the world has gone on
without him, as if he had died. He said, "The realness of
death stole my breath away, but at the same time, I
burned more brightly with life than I ever had before." In that moment, I stopped
running from death. Instead I made every
step, a step toward love, and that saved me." The lives of those 16
people were made possible by the fact they chose to
depend on their fellow man for survival, and that
they returned to a society that didn't condemn them for it. A bittersweet announcement, this is the last video we'll have with our longtime editor, Landis Blair. You may know that Landis
is an artist and author, and actually never intended
to be a video editor. He learned all this for you! And we're lucky to have
had his humor and whimsy as long as we have. It took him so long to leave because he loved your
response to each video, and because I'm incredibly
generous and easy to work with. (Caitlin giggling) Okay Landis, there's your goodbye, make some sort of, like, tribute
for yourself to go in here, but make it quick. (exciting music) (hinges squeaking) (fast exciting music) (audience applauding) - To Landis. - To Landis, cheersy-cheersy. Is, is he frozen? - What's he doing? - You-hoo? - Landis? - Landis. Where are ya, my friend?
- Landis. (tense music) This video was made
with generous donations from death enthusiasts, just like you. (static buzzing) I have make-up on, this is the first time I've had on make-up in a month. This is our last video,
I just realized that, well, it's a long one, so lucky you. What was the last thing you ate? Human flesh. Human flesh. Human flesh. Human flesh. With injuries ranging (gags). There's something in my mouth. I don't know what it is, possibly dirt. (metal banging) That's just nonsensical,
they're not even doing anything, they're just banging on metal. Be landing shortly. Oh, my god.
(metal banging) Marcelo Perez, 25, Marcelo Perez, 25, was, was, 25, yeah, we know that. This room believed, this room? This room didn't believe anything. What does this room believe? (metal banging) You're killing me. Eugenia, yeah, Eugenia, I got it. Whether or not Nogueira's regs were real, norweg, Nogueira's legs. They night they attempted
to sleep out in the ocean. The saw a herd of car, a
head of cars, it begins. (gentle music) ♪ Anthems, I'm free ♪
Oh I love Caitlin! She’s awesome!