Todo sobre 'Los amantes pasajeros' Page #3

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- Why won't it drop?

They forgot to remove the chocks

at the airport, or they did it badly.

We swallowed them, that's why

the landing gear doesn't work.

Now I understand.

But don't worry, our captain

is an expert in emergencies.

With a wife, two kids, a boyfriend

and a male lover, he should be!

Benito isn't his lover!

They both swore to me

it was just a blow job.

Has it happened before?

Do you know of other similar cases?

I don't know, with a bisexual

you can never be sure.

I mean, other cases where

the landing gear hasn't worked.

- Oh, that...

- Yes. It's happened before.

- In Gerona, in fact...

- And how did it end?

The plane broke in three when it landed,

but only two people were killed.

This is a murder attempt!

They want to kill me!

They want to take me out!

- Calm down!

- Maybe nothing will happen.

They had the same problem in Andorra

and nothing happened.

They're after me!

They want to take me out!

You don't understand...

Sorry.

The National Security Agency is behind this!

They want me out of the way!

It's not the NSA.

How do you know?

You know everything!

I wish I did.

But I know how the NSA works.

And I know how I work!

They want to get rid of me!

Calm down, please.

Don't look at me like that!

I'm not crazy!

Fajas, clean that up.

We have to stay calm!

Several years ago, a passenger

had a terrible panic attack...

and he wanted to go into the cockpit.

Business Class was full of executives

who immediately became paranoid...

they thought he was a terrorist.

The three of us tried to persuade

the man to sit down.

I went in there and prepared

an injection to sedate him.

But...

when I came back out here

it was too late.

The executives had immobilized him and...

suffocated him with a pillow.

Was it on this same plane?

Yes, an Airbus 340.

- But was it exactly this one?

- How would I know that?

What happened afterwards?

We said that he'd died of natural causes.

It was decided by a majority vote

to make a Pact of Silence...

a Pact I'm betraying right now,

but I don't care...

because I didn't mean it.

The papers said

that he'd died of heart failure.

I was so traumatized by it all,

as you can understand...

that since then

I'm incapable of lying.

That's why the pilots

won't tell me anything. Loose lips.

I read about that and I didn't believe it.

- It sounded very odd.

- I'll say!

We have to stay calm.

My colleagues and I will try to make

this flight as pleasant as possible.

Don't ask me how.

I promise that I won't drink

another drop of alcohol.

Between the three of us we have

a repertoire of musical numbers...

that, if you wish, we can sing for you.

He always gets like this, poor thing!

I'll pass around the list of songs now.

It may not be the best time

but otherwise I'll forget.

I'm going to pray for you all.

Well, I imagine

you'd like something to drink.

- What can I get you?

- Whiskey.

- Whiskey.

- Two.

Two.

I need a phone.

- Need to be blown?

- A phone.

The phones in the armrests aren't working.

- And the public phone?

- It's only for urgent calls.

Mine is urgent.

I was to pick up some things from a

friend's house in Madrid this evening.

In Madrid?

But we're supposed to be flying to Mexico.

How could you go to Madrid

this evening if we were in Mexico?

- Ulloa, mind your own business!

- I lied to her.

But, given the circumstances,

I'd feel better if I called her.

Everyone will hear

what's said on the other end.

I suppose you don't mind.

The speaker broke ages ago

but, apart from that, it works fine.

- May I have a gin and tonic?

- Of course.

Yes?

Hello. It's me, Ricardo.

Ricardo!

Hang on a minute!

- Is this a bad time?

- God, not at all!

It's just that... Wait.

Are you OK?

You sound agitated...

No, I'm... Ricardo!

You sound really far away!

Alba?

Alba!

What are you doing?

Don't do anything stupid!

What? I'm not Alba.

- What's going on?

- I don't know.

I was passing under the Viaduct

and this phone fell into my basket.

Did anything else fall?

No... like what?

- A woman's body.

- What are you talking about?

- Who are you?

- My name is Ricardo Galn.

Ricardo, is that you?

- I didn't recognize your voice!

- Ruthie! Same here!

It's this telephone!

Look, I'm on a trip.

I'm on a plane...

It's great to hear you!

- Did you throw me the phone?

- No, I couldn't!

I'm inside a plane.

Listen to me...

I listened to you for three years!

This time it's different.

I'm in a desperate situation.

You're always in desperate situations,

and I always believed you.

But that's over. Remember?

It's been over for 247 days.

I remember, Ruth.

The phone you're talking on is Alba's.

I was talking to her a minute ago,

it must have slipped out of her hand.

And why did it slip out of that slut's hand

and just happen to fall on me?

Maybe she was about to jump off the Viaduct

when you passed underneath.

I know I'm in no position

to ask you for anything...

but could you please go back

and make sure nothing's happened?

Alba is mentally ill.

I'll go back, don't hang up.

I'm under the Viaduct

and I don't see anything odd...

so you needn't worry.

And now I'm going to leave

the phone on the ground...

as if I hadn't passed under the Viaduct.

Goodbye.

Call her back!

If I were Ruth,

I'd be waiting for you to call me.

I'm not going to pick you up.

You're not part of my life, Ricardo.

The Ruth that you knew

doesn't exist anymore.

She disappeared with you.

Wait, let me see that Cartier...

She's not allowed sharp objects

in the hospital, is she?

What does that loony want?

Get in, please, miss.

I'll call you later for news.

Aren't you coming with us?

- Do I have to?

- Yes, it's better.

I've got a cocktail now,

I have no time for this.

It's best if you come with us.

What a pity!

You've got a cut!

The dove!

She threw it out the window.

I was picking his things

and it landed on my head.

- Look, I must have a really deep cut.

- You do.

Give me the sweater.

Come on.

It isn't the first time

she's had an attack.

I don't know how her mother

lets her live on her own.

She's run away several times

from the psychiatric hospital!

But you saw the mother.

She's more worried

about what's happening to Dior...

than about her daughter.

Mr. Galn didn't want

to leave her on her own, but...

Mr. Galn!

Yes, the actor, Ricardo Galn.

He was her boyfriend.

They broke up months ago.

He didn't come here anymore.

Well, he did.

He came to get the personal stuff

she'd stolen from him.

She wouldn't give it back.

All that stuff in the street is his.

This cashmere sweater, really good...

Slashed!

The bird, probably a gift

from some one-night stand.

He'd come here

and there'd be a scene...

- How do you know all this?

- He told me himself.

As he knows I don't gossip

and I'm a big fan of his...

he was always honest with me.

Have you seen how he looks now?

He's skin and bone,

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