How the Fuck Was This Not a Movie?

In the Golden age of hijacking planes, this guy kicked off the "do it for money" trend:

With scant time to ponder the long-term implications of submitting to extortion, TWA made the fateful decision to try and mollify Barkley with money. The airline rounded up $100,750 from two banks near Dulles International Airport, where Barkley had forced the plane to land. TWA assumed that Barkley would be reasonable and settle for this lesser sum, but he was enraged at being shorted by a factor of 1,000. He poured the cash on the floor of the cockpit, ordered the plane to take off at once, and radioed back a message that he addressed directly to President Richard Nixon: “You don’t know how to count money, and you don’t even know the rules of law.”

After circling Dulles for two hours, during which time he made numerous suicidal threats, Barkley decided to give TWA one last chance to deliver his $100 million. This time the chastened airline let the FBI take charge of the situation. At Barkley’s behest, FBI agents lined the runway with a hundred mail sacks, each allegedly stuffed with $1 million. (They were actually full of newspaper scraps.)

And here's the best part - what were the passengers doing the entire time? Drinking their faces off:

As soon as the Boeing 727 landed and rolled to a stop, marksmen shot out its landing gear. A panicked passenger reacted to the gunfire by kicking open one of the jet’s emergency exits and scrambling out over a wing; the other passengers, many of them quite inebriated after drinking for most of the hijacking, followed his lead.

Awesome. How funny could this fucking thing be? Like Manhunt.