Nine Bodies in a Mexican Morgue

This is the aerial, but it needs to be high up.

I don't mind a stroll up the mountain.

Maybe we need someone to protect Carlos from you.

What's that supposed to mean?

Sonja! Give me your hand!

Don't let go!

- Lisa. - You keep away from me.

- But I was worried about you. - I can look after myself.

- It's transmitting. - OK! Good work, Carlos.

The mask doesn't hide my identity.

The mask is my identity.

To lose this is to lost my life.

The helicopter. Why isn't it here?

He's followed me here.

Amy is not well. She didn't know what she was doing.

- There's nothing here. - There's gotta be something.

- Like what? - A reason to kill us.

Yes. Yeah, it's me. Who else?

Someone here wants to kill us,

and it's not just a question of who.

It's why.

Hope we're not disturbing.

Are you looking for someone?

- Ms De Léon. - Does she know you're coming?

Not unless someone told her.

Frank, you tell her we're coming?

- No, - Then I guess not. She here?

- Who wants to see her? - We do.

Federal Aviation Administration.

So are you just gonna stand there

or are you gonna tell us what we want to know?

She's in here.

I'm Claire Sundiata. This is Frank Courtney.

- We're from the FAA. - Please, please, take a seat.

I'm Cora de Léon, managing Director here at Aero Alux.

We know who you are, Ms De Léon.

Or do you mind if I call you Cora?

This must be a terrible time for you.

Yeah. Yeah, it really is.

Nothing like that had ever happened here before. It's...

FAA?

I've already spoken to the AFAC.

The Agencia Federal de Aviacón Civil.

It's Mexican airspace.

We know that, but this airline is American-owned.

Yeah, Palmolto Holdings in Miami.

The AFAC have only just reached out to us.

Had you reported to us directly,

we would have been here a lot sooner.

Well, I don't see how I can help you.

We'll be working

with the National Transportation Safety Board.

They're based in Washington.

They'll want to look into the causes of the accident,

when the plane has been recovered

and the Mexican authorities have finished their work.

Meanwhile, there are questions of safety regulations,

insurance, human resources,

and I'm sure I don't have to remind you

that this flight was headed for Houston, Texas.

Yeah, I'm afraid there may be some questions

for you to answer.

Sure. Sure. I have nothing to hide.

Oh, I... I wasn't suggesting that.

Can you confirm that this is the passenger list

for Flight CBZ 517?

Yes. This is correct.

Are you aware that your pilot, Octavio Fuentes,

lost his licence in 2016,

following a conviction for substance abuse?

It was suspended, not revoked.

And, yes, we gave him a second chance

because he was totally reliable.

Not totally. The plane never arrived.

We're also wondering why your ticket prices are so low?

This is a low-cost airline.

The prices go up and down depending on the time of year,

and right now, it's off-season, so...

What else can you tell us about Palmolto Holdings?

What else can I tell?

Well, they employ me.

I get a pay check by the end of each month.

What else should I know about them?

And why is that any of your business?

Well, Palmolto is a shell company with a lot of interests

but no previous involvement with the aviation industry.

Hmm.

Is that against the law?

No.

- But it raises questions. - Uh-huh.

To which I have no answers. I'm sorry.

I have ten people missing,

including the pilot and the flight attendant.

I'm in constant touch with the AFAC, as I told you.

Maybe you should be talking to them.

It was nice to meet you, Cora.

Likewise.

- Well? - Full of shit.

Emilio.

Those two FAA people.

Have you seen them before?

No, señora.

But you talked to them.

No, they want to see you.

- They knew my name? - Yes. They asked for you.

OK.

If they come back,

you're gonna tell them I'm not here.

I don't want to see them again.

Señora.

Hey.

Thanks.

You really need that?

- What? - The fire, in this heat?

We don't have fire we don't have water,

and we need to eat, so...

I think you're maybe wasting your time.

Those clouds are going to break.

Yeah. This fucking jungle, right?

Yeah.

The heat, flies, snakes, spiders.

Other shit. This jungle will kill us before anyone else does.

Looks like we're gonna have to go inside.

- The plane? - Got nowhere else to go.

We should have climbed back up when we still had the chance.

I guess we'll have to do it tomorrow.

Where's the missus?

She's asleep.

Alone?

- No, Lisa's with her. - Hmm.

And, er, how's the shoulder?

Er, yeah, it's good.

You did a good job, doc.

Curious about those tats of yours.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Wondered where you got 'em.

- Is that any business of yours? - Like we said, Dan,

everything is everybody's business now.

Right? I mean, there are no secrets.

- I, er, got 'em in Vegas. - Oh.

When you left the transmitter, it was still working, right?

Yeah.

You looked?

You saw it for yourself?

You think someone pulled the plug?

There were only three of us up there, Zack.

Me, Carlos, and Kevin.

- You trust Kevin? - That's funny.

He asked me the same about you.

What I meant was, what prison?

I'm sorry. What?

You think I haven't seen gang tattoos before?

I'm from Florida, I've treated ex-cons.

You've been inside.

Haven't you?

I don't have to answer your goddamn questions!

Who do you think you are? I don't need to say shit to you!

Hey! Get off him!

Stop it, both of you!

Dan?

- Hey! - Dan!

- What happened? - What's going on?

- He hit me! - Babe, stop!

I tried to help the guy and the son of a bitch attacks me!

What the hell's your problem, Kevin?

Eh, eh, Amy, it's nothing, OK?

He's... He...

didn't know what he was doing, right?

It's the heat, that's all.

Right. Yeah.

It's nothing.

- Come on. - Are you OK?

- I'm OK. - Oh, you're not OK.

None of us are OK.

We have one bullet left in the chamber,

and they must have forgotten about that one.

See, I went to reload this morning.

I thought I'd go and get you all another monkey or coati.

The ammo's in the case, or rather, it used to be.

Someone came in the night and emptied it.

And this is the only one we have left.

- Who? Who would do that? - I don't know.

But I know why.

They want us to die.

And starvation's as good a way as any.

OK. I did two and a half years

in Chuckawalla Valley State Prison

in Blythe, California, OK?

- Go on. - Multiple felony charges.

Grand theft. Attempted grand theft.

Attempted perjury and conspiracy.

What exactly did you do?

I pretended to be an attorney.

- You were a fake lawyer? - Yeah.

- What kind of attorney? - Immigration.

Oh. You were ripping off immigrants.

No, people who lie and cheat,

and steal anything to get into the country.

Desperate people, you mean.

Look, I'm not proud of what I did.