Todo sobre 'Los amantes pasajeros' Page #2

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Mine will be something very big

that'll affect all of us.

Boiling over.

- Really? That much?

- B*tch, not the Groom!

The water!

- Since when can you predict things?

- Since I was a child.

I see things, I feel things,

ever since I was little.

- Do you make money with it?

- Yes. I can't complain.

I work in my town, and abroad.

I'm going to Mexico to work.

- What are you going to do there?

- I specialize in the dead.

- The dead!

- Yes.

I smell death. I feel it.

- Do you feel it here?

- In the cockpit?

No. I'd be retching if I did.

- For sure?

- Yes. Not here.

We have to celebrate that!

- Stop drinking, Joserra!

- Right now, really.

Why are you going to Mexico?

Some Spaniards have disappeared.

Their families think

they've been murdered...

and they've hired me to find them.

How?

I've got addresses

of where they were last seen alive.

- So, you're going as a private detective.

- Not exactly a detective.

To give you an idea,

I'm a kind of water diviner...

except instead of finding water...

I find dead bodies.

Oh, God!

- Joserra!

- I'll try to find the bodies.

- On your own?

- Yes.

Well, some drug lords who were friends

of the victims are going to help me.

Do you know what you're getting into?

I'm slightly scared shitless.

I've heard there's

a lot of violence in Mexico...

but they're paying me a fortune.

And I've spoken on the phone

with the Spaniards' friends.

- With the drug lords?

- Yes.

They made a good impression

over the phone.

I'm meeting them in Guadalajara,

which I believe is a lovely place...

and they swore blind

they'll come with me everywhere...

they'll never leave me on my own.

- I think I can trust them.

- The door...

Wait and see if they go away.

They're not going away.

They'll get tired.

They're not getting tired.

I'll open the door.

Act normal.

- And you, hide the tequila.

- Give it to me.

Is there a problem?

What's going on?

I think you're hiding something.

I'm sorry you can't see any movies

or use the armrest phones.

The Chief Steward will have told you...

that in case of emergency

you can use the public telephone...

Breathe through your nose, f*ggot!

- Yes, I am a f*ggot.

- And?

- And the other two stewards.

- And?

- Isn't that what you wanted to know?

- No. Just breathe.

- And the pilots?

- What about the pilots?

Are they faggots too?

This one is bisexual,

and he and I are lovers.

- Shut up! Have you lost your mind?

- Excuse me.

This is confidential

information, obviously.

Captain Alex Acero is married

with two children, aged 11 and 13.

Very difficult ages, as you can understand,

for their father to be outed.

- And the other one?

- Benito?

No, I'm hetero, and unhappily married.

I've been trying to leave my wife

for years, but it's impossible.

I've even thought of pretending

to have an affair with a man...

because that's the only thing

she wouldn't stand for.

But I don't like men.

- How do you know? Have you tried them?

- No.

Well, also off the record...

I did try sucking a dick once,

so as not to rule out the possibility.

I'm not prejudiced,

I've got lots of gay friends.

I started retching!

Like when you shoot up heroin!

Haven't you thought about killing her?

- Who?

- Your wife.

You South Americans always think

killing is the solution.

Only in extreme situations.

And I'm not South American, I'm Mexican.

- Even worse! Life has no value there!

- You're wrong.

Some people will pay millions

for their lives.

- That's enough chitchat.

- I want to know...

Yes, we all want to know...

but we have to clear the cockpit.

Passengers aren't allowed in here,

and much less en masse.

And stewards aren't allowed

to get blind drunk.

You're absolutely right.

Mind that hand!

I don't like being touched.

Move, you useless cows!

- Aren't you eating any more?

- No.

Sorry! I wanted to distract them,

like you said.

And so you talked about my private life?

It was the first thing I thought of,

and it worked.

- You're outrageous!

- I said I was sorry!

I warned you not to drink!

Alex, I'm desolate.

As the French say, je suis dsol

I don't know...

if you understand me.

Speaking of the French,

or rather... "French culture"!

- Have you nothing to tell me?

- Me?

- About what?

- About madame!

- I'm not female!

- Shut up, experimental cock sucker!

Sucking a colleague's boyfriend's dick!

I was drunk, it was just to try.

Better to do it

with someone healthy that you know.

- And with a big dick!

- That's enough!

- Come in!

- Jesus, not another one!

I'm sorry, you can't come in here.

I have a pilot's license.

I can lend a hand, if necessary.

- Thank you, I don't think it will be.

- We've got a problem.

With the Guadiana Bank?

No.

I'm talking about the landing gear.

I didn't want to ask earlier,

so as not to alarm anyone.

- Have you spoken to the Control Tower?

- Yes.

COMPLAINTS FORM:

I would like to register

a most severe complaint...

about the dreadful service

provided in Business Class...

You don't have to slam it down...

but it does taste much better.

It sure does.

I need a booster to face those savages.

When you act the heroine, you scare me.

Want some?

Can you sign here, please?

I'll sign, but I don't think

it'll do any good.

Thank you. I'll take care of that.

- Do we know each other?

- No.

Well, I know who you are,

but, we've never met, ma'am.

You needn't call me ma'am.

- In Marbella, perhaps?

- I've never been to Marbella.

Well, your face looks familiar.

I must have an average face,

I'm often told that.

Alba?

Alba!

- What is it?

- An official complaint.

- What about?

- I'll explain later. Sign, please.

Thank you.

Sign, if you don't mind.

When we get to Mexico, we're going to report

the Peninsula Company and all of you...

including the stewardesses

in Economy Class!

I tried to get them to serve us

and they're all fast asleep!

So are the passengers.

They've been drugged.

The pilot told me

they took a muscle relaxant.

That's why they're asleep.

You're obviously retarded.

When we get to Mexico, you're in for it!

Maybe we'll never land in Mexico.

Right now,

we're flying in circles around Toledo.

Toledo, Ohio?

No, Toledo, Castile-La Mancha.

- Are you kidding me?

- No.

What do you mean?

Part of the landing gear

isn't working, so...

we have to do an emergency landing

and that's very dangerous.

The runway has to be prepared

in a special way... A whole fuss.

Why don't they prepare it now?

What are they waiting for?

To find a free airport.

We still don't have a runway.

- And Barajas?

- That's no use.

The air space is blocked because

of the UN Security Summit in Madrid.

And we need the opposite,

a completely empty runway.

- What are we going to do? -For the

time being, keep flying in circles.

Why isn't the landing gear working?

The pilots didn't want to tell me

because I... spill the beans.

One of the struts won't drop down.

- The pilots have confirmed that.

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