Todo sobre 'Los amantes pasajeros' Page #5

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Musicals killed true cabaret!

I've got some mescs.

- It was for our honeymoon.

- This is your honeymoon!

I need scissors.

Wait till I unwrap them.

I have to do it properly.

They smell a bit, don't they?

I washed them as best I could,

but I was carrying them in my ass.

- I don't mind.

- Neither do I.

And I'm not going to drink.

Why did I make that promise?

But the pills themselves shouldn't smell.

I wrapped them up really well

before I shoved them in.

I've been a "mule" for years.

Your ass is the safest way

to get across a border.

I believe in the ass too!

It's true, they hardly smell.

They stink!

Thank you so much.

We'll all chip in and pay him.

- Money couldn't pay for this.

- But we'll still pay him, miser!

Whatever you want,

but I'd like you to tell me...

As soon as I finish this

I'll tell you everything.

More or less, when will we get to Mexico?

Just a moment.

I'm starting to realize,

and right away I'm regretting it.

- Then don't think!

- Exactly.

Of course! You're amoral,

you've got no problem.

I'm warning you. They'll ask me

and I'll have to tell them.

You really like a mea culpa.

- What about the pilots?

- The pilots shouldn't take anything.

- It would do them good to relax a little.

- The girl's right.

OK, warn them about the mescaline.

And tell Alex I haven't taken anything

and I feel terrible!

More or less, when will we get to Mexico?

We're not landing in Mexico.

Don't tell me we were so drunk

we got on the wrong plane!

- No, look...

- We just got married.

We partied for three days

and came straight to the plane.

You didn't get on the wrong plane.

This one "was" going to Mexico.

- And now it isn't?

- No.

Have a drink and I'll explain.

A few years ago,

a passenger had a panic attack.

- Any news?

- Not an empty runway in the whole country!

Don't freak out.

- How's Joserra?

- Fine.

He threw everything up

and now he's great.

Giving orders like always.

This Valencia cocktail is really good.

Won't you try it, Alex?

It's nearly all juice.

Someone has to stay sober.

- Joserra's sober.

- All the more reason.

- You gay couples are so hetero.

- I'm not a gay couple!

- Have some, and cut loose.

- Get off!

I'm not going to cut loose with you!

- What are you laughing at?

- Me? Nothing.

What is it?

I'm sorry, captain, it's funny to

see two strong men like you...

talking about cutting loose,

Valencia cocktail...

- May I?

- Of course.

Thank you.

To sum up, I'll always tell you the truth.

- What's going on?

- Nothing.

Come on.

Take this.

Open your mouth.

Drink.

Go to sleep.

Go to sleep.

I slept already.

- More.

- More?

Go to sleep.

Come on, go to sleep.

A glass of Valencia cocktail, Mr. Mas?

What makes you suppose all this is funny?

It's always worked for us.

Maybe we chose the wrong song.

Is that how this company

deals with emergencies?

We wanted to distract you.

Let this be the last time that

you step on me and sit on my briefcase!

A really good briefcase.

- Norma, I suppose you don't...

- Yes, I do.

- Just as well...

- I loved Valencia cocktail in the 80s.

- Great!

- Let's see.

Sweet, but with a hint of bitterness.

Delicious!

- I want one too.

- Of course.

And I'm having another one.

- And me.

- And me.

Me too.

I don't want to seem ungrateful,

or eccentric.

Here.

You're quite right, Mr. Mas.

We're grotesque.

Norma, I'd like to make it up with you.

I was very rude in the cockpit.

We were all very upset.

There's nothing to forgive.

I'm glad you've made it up because...

you're one of our idols.

Didn't you start at the time

of the nudie movies?

At the end.

I arrived in Spain

at the start of the 80s...

with barely a shirt on my back.

And that's how I posed

on the cover of Intervi.

An historic issue,

according to the magazine.

I can vouch for that.

It sold throughout the world.

And how did you get into bondage?

- Ulloa!

- If you don't mind talking about it...

God, no! At this stage!

I was very young,

I was very confused.

At times like that, a girl

should only listen to her own heart.

And after failing

as an actress and a singer...

my heart was overflowing with hatred.

Only natural.

That was when I discovered that

I had a natural gift for something.

A gift for dominating!

I took the artistic name of Miss Take.

Thank you.

Error made Woman!

And very soon

I had a faithful clientele of slaves.

Unbelievable!

In a few years I reached the highest level,

or the lowest, of human nature.

And that gave me power.

A lot of power.

I've got erotic videos of the 600

most important men in this country...

from number one to number 600,

of every stripe and tendency.

I'm very eclectic in that!

600 men, on your own

and at the same time?

Lord, no!

I and a group of escorts

who work for me in my own agency.

So you've got erotic videos of number 1?

Yes. I've got several

of number 1, with yours truly.

Who's number 1?

The most important...

Work it out.

The Prime Minister?

Love, think a bit.

A little bit higher.

The King.

Was that with bondage too?

No. He has more traditional tastes.

So you have been royally screwed...

Yes. But I haven't said anything!

But, of course, there's a security team

that sees, hears, and talks.

And we screw them too...

and tape them too, obviously...

which gives us great security!

Given the times we live in,

if those documents exist...

sooner or later

they'll come to light because...

- You've got a price.

- My life is the price!

I think you're over-valuing that material.

Why?

The spy service over-values it too!

They've broken into my house

several times, looking for my files.

- Like Watergate.

- Exactly.

But as you'll understand

they won't find them there.

They're stored in a safe-deposit box

under another name.

You're also well connected

with the Opus Dei.

Yes, very well connected.

And with the Legionnaires too.

In fact, I'm going to Mexico

to visit one of them...

a very important man.

I'm sure you know him.

But don't ask me for names.

I'm talking too much.

Not at all!

What did you put in this cocktail?

- Well...

- No!

- Small bottles of champagne...

- No!

- A carton of orange juice...

- No!

- A splash of gin...

- No!

All mixed with an overdose of mescaline.

Mescaline?

Ass-packed...

Did you get me drunk

and drug me so I'd talk?

Absolutely not!

How could I have trusted you!

We gave you mescaline

so that you'd feel better.

Don't you notice that you're less prickly,

that you like people?

Or that you're horny?

That's another effect.

- Ow, sh*t!

- I'm horny!

Hello.

How are you?

Watching Norma's monologue.

May I sit down?

If you promise not to hit me.

I promise.

I wanted to tell you that

the only thing my father left me...

was your cover on Intervi.

- I still have it.

- Really?

I saw very little of my father.

But I went to see him when he was dying.

He was living in a filthy room,

there was nothing on the walls...

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