Todo sobre 'Los amantes pasajeros' Page #6

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except your cover on Intervi.

Thank you.

It all fits in!

How does she do it?

Is she asleep?

She's a sleepwalker.

It's best not to wake her.

Oh, darling, darling, darling...

You're killing me, darling.

Giddy up, pony!

Oh... Yes, yes, yes.

Slowly, darling, please!

Excuse me.

Excuse me!

What?

- The last question, I swear.

- What is it?

Are you doing it from in front or behind?

In front!

Darling, don't hit me, please!

I can't stand you.

The only devout one

and the only one not screwing.

What do you do?

I'm a security adviser.

I need someone to advise me...

and to give me security.

- Would you like to work for me?

- You don't know me.

I know when I can trust a man.

By the way...

aren't you going to call your wife?

What will I tell her?

That you love her...

and the kids.

Go on.

- Are we there yet?

- No, but you go to sleep.

Take this.

Go to sleep, baby...

Take this.

This was our wedding night.

- Hello?

- Hi, love.

- How are you?

- Fine, and you?

- Have you landed already?

- No.

I'm calling from the plane.

Are the kids there?

Yes, fighting over the PlayStation

and driving me crazy.

Carmia is taking them

to the movies later.

Let me speak to them.

- Are you all right?

- Yes. I want to hear them.

Kids, dad wants to hear you. Here.

Hi, dad, mom says you want to hear us.

I wanted to tell you that I love you

and don't hit your brother.

He's bigger

and some day he'll flatten you.

He hasn't got the balls.

I'm fed up!

I'll put him on.

He's here beside me, the d*ckhead!

Hello.

Hey! Give me the phone.

Don't listen to them.

Carmia will take them to the movies

and give me some peace.

I love you all very much.

- Alex, are you sure there's nothing wrong?

- No.

I love you too, Concha.

I'm glad.

Call when you arrive.

Kisses.

- The ice bucket! At last!

- You won't believe what happened.

Do this.

Cum!

I know what happened.

Pig! Slut!

Things are getting lively!

You let your hair down.

You look prettier.

- I'm not a virgin anymore!

- Just like that?

- With someone in "Economic" Class.

- My saints have gone crazy!

- I'm going in...

- No...

- I haven't cleaned it yet.

- That doesn't matter.

I'll clean it, and clean myself.

Listen! Bruna!

You have to tell me about it, in detail.

- What's wrong with you?

- You're talking to a heretic, so there.

I like having a believer in the crew.

And even more so now.

Norma...

I have someone for you.

- Yes?

- Who is this?

Piedad? It's me!

- Dad?

- How are you, love?

- Fine.

- This is wonderful!

- I was thinking about you, dad.

- You were?

I've just read online that the police

have gone into the Guadiana Bank...

and confiscated everything.

Yeah.

And that the La Mancha airport

is a complete swindle.

And they're blaming you directly.

Yes, I knew it was about to blow up.

That's why I had to clear out.

I'm talking to you from a plane.

- I'm sorry, dad.

- Don't worry.

I'm so delighted to hear you!

Please forget what your mother

and I said when you left home.

We just want to see you.

I won't be able to, but your mother...

She'll be thrilled if you call her.

She's changed a lot.

I don't know, dad. If you were there,

it would be easier.

But mom... She's impossible.

I'm going to be away for several months.

I'm not asking you to promise me anything,

but call your mother.

Just give her a chance.

She's really changed!

- I haven't.

- We love you as you are.

- Let me think about it.

- Thank you.

Goodbye, my love.

'Bye, dad.

Take care.

You too.

Thank you, Norma.

Peninsula 2549.

- Request for La Mancha airport approved.

- Acknowledged.

Change to La Mancha frequency.

Acknowledged.

Tell me the truth.

Are they going to put me in jail?

Yes.

That's a good sign.

It means I'm going to survive.

Forgive me for asking this...

but have you killed a lot of people?

No.

I've swindled a lot in my lifetime

but I haven't killed anyone.

- Why do you ask?

- Excuse me.

- I've behaved very badly.

- Yes, terribly.

Can you make this infusion for me?

- Do you feel ill?

- I want to retch.

You drank gallons of Valencia cocktail!

So what?

We've got a runway!

Prepare the briefing.

I'll be right back.

- Piluca...

- What can I get you?

- Nothing. Wake up.

- I'm awake.

- I'm Joserra, your colleague.

- Hello, Joserra.

Listen, we're going to land.

Wake the passengers.

- Where are we landing?

- In La Mancha, in an hour.

See to these girls.

- They'll want an explanation.

- Give it to them.

- What do I tell them?

- The truth, you drugged them.

OK.

Good news!

We've got a runway.

We'll land in about an hour

because we need time to jettison fuel...

and learn how to do the evacuation.

It's very easy.

- What's wrong, Bruna?

- Nothing.

Well, then?

Why that expression?

You should be happy.

You've just lost your virginity.

It's that...

What? Hurry up!

It stinks of death.

That's enough!

We're all scared shitless,

but we're trying to hide it.

So make an effort, please.

Or at least be quiet!

Let her talk, it'll just take a minute.

Go on, Bruna.

I've been smelling death for hours.

It began at the start of the trip, but...

I thought it was the farts.

I don't smell it everywhere.

In the cockpit, for example, no.

Not beside the phone.

Not beside the newlyweds.

Not beside you, Ricardo.

Not where the stewards are...

That only leaves Mr. Infante,

Norma and me.

It's me.

- What about you?

- I'm the one who stinks of death.

Yes!

I'm a hit man.

But aren't you a security adviser?

- That too...

- They go together.

- Have you killed a lot of people?

- Quite a few.

But the next job was going to be my last.

Well, I'm trying to get out

of my last job.

- How do you do that?

- By accepting the consequences.

I'll have to disappear for a while,

have my face operated on...

I know a surgeon!

I don't want to be a nuisance

but we're landing in 40 minutes.

- Am I your target?

- No.

Who hired you for the last job?

Mrs. Patricia Velzquez Vargas.

Is she the wife of the owner of Unimexa?

- The Mexican cell phone company?

- Yes.

What a coincidence!

Her husband is a client of mine.

I've got an appointment

with him now in Mexico City.

I'll tell him that his wife

shouldn't count on you.

And how will you tell him?

I'll phone him right now

and you can stop worrying.

Let me get past, darling.

I'm going to call him.

What's wrong with you?

Why are you looking at me like that?

What's wrong?

You're the target, Norma.

Patricia is obsessed

with having you killed.

Me?

But what have I done to that woman?

I don't even know her!

Maybe she doesn't approve of your

sadomasochistic practices with her husband.

The b*tch!

Where were you thinking of doing it?

She wanted me to kill you in Marbella,

but I persuaded her it was safer in Mexico.

I wanted to gain time,

stop her hiring someone else.

I had a plan to help you escape in Mexico.

To help me escape? Why?

You're a professional killer.

Why would you risk your life

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