Nine Bodies in a Mexican Morgue

Señora.

- What time is it? - Mm, 2:30.

Wow. You did well.

- Okay, go check the engine. - Engine's good.

Emilio, why would two tourists who have gone for a drive

park their car in the middle of a goddamn desert?

Go check the engine.

Emilio! It's here!

Right on time.

Where are they taking them?

Where would you put nine bodies, Emilio?

Why do you think they brought them all the way to this dump?

They're going to the morgue.

And what do we do?

We wait.

Can I get you something?

- You want something, honey? - Just some water, please.

- Sparkling? - Uh, yes. Thank you.

And no ice or lemon.

Shouldn't we be there by now?

I don't think it can be too much further.

I don't see anything. It's just trees.

- Amy... - Shouldn't we be over the sea?

Not necessarily.

Sometimes the pilot chooses an alternative route

to avoid weather conditions.

It's been four hours.

Let me finish this and then I'll talk to the pilot.

I'm sure he'll make an announcement soon.

Nothing for me. I'm okay.

Excuse me, miss. Can you get me a beer?

Sure. Uh, Camello or Lingos?

- What's wrong with American? - We're out of American.

Well, give me a Camello then.

That's your third.

Who's counting?

Who do you think?

I hate flying.

I can see that.

I never know which is worse, a small plane like this

or a Boeing Triple Seven with 300 passengers.

Law of gravity.

They both come down at the same speed.

Thanks.

I'm just saying.

San Antonio Ground.

This is Aero Alux Flight Charlie Bravo Zulu 517.

Are you receiving me? Over?

This is Aero Alux Flight Charlie Bravo Zulu 517.

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!

Low fuel. Does anyone read me?

Over.

Uh...

No range. No range.

No range, no range, pull up!

Pull up!

Oh, my God!

Oh, shit.

Hey, are you good?

Hey, is everyone okay? Is anyone hurt?

I need to get my husband out of here. He needs air!

Hon', I need to find my pills.

I can't find my pills.

Can you get the door open?

Hey, go check on the pilot.

Sure. What about...?

Nothing you can do for her.

That's a cervical fracture.

Where are they?

I... I can't find them!

- Here. - Oh, thank... thank you.

On three. One, two, three. Push!

Uh! Come on!

Jesus!

How is he?

Still breathing, if you can believe that.

Can you smell something?

- Yeah. Smoke. - Puta madre!

Hey! Now, calm down, there's no need to panic.

We gotta get out of here. Come on, let's move.

- Does anybody need any help? - Uh, Travis!

I can manage. Just go.

It's... It's on fire!

Oh, God!

Lis, go.

Hey! Come with me.

- No. - Get the pilot!

Do you wanna leave him?

Come on!

You're not serious.

What's in there that's so important to you?

- You could have got killed. - My things!

How's he doing?

Seems stable.

Hey, back there, I wasn't going to leave him.

- Sure. - No, I just... I panicked.

- I--I wasn't thinking straight. - Whatever you say, man.

Got any signal?

No.

How are you feeling?

I'm okay.

You don't need to worry about me, honey.

The day I stop worrying about you,

one of us will be under ground.

Here.

Shouldn't we be rationing this?

How long do you think we're gonna be out here for?

They're on their way to find us already.

Who?

Houston Airport.

The FAA. The CIA... I don't know. Someone.

Do you have any idea where we are?

Yeah. Yeah, I'd say we're about two miles up shit creek.

You got a signal on your cell?

No.

Without a paddle.

What are we going to do with her?

- We can't leave her here. - Definitely not.

I mean, it's cooling off for the evening.

But tomorrow in the heat, the maggots and the bugs.

- We got to get her out of here. - How are the others?

Better than her.

I'm Zack, by the way.

Sonja.

Kevin.

You, uh, traveling alone?

Yeah. Doing it since I was 12.

Right. So, Sonja, you got any idea where we might be?

That's hard to say. Uh...

If you want a guess,

I'd say we're in the northern part of Mexico.

Maybe the El Cielo Biosphere.

That's about 600 square miles of mountain and rainforest.

Otherwise known as the middle of nowhere.

Come on, give me a hand.

- Keep breathing. - I am.

You know what I mean.

Stay relaxed.

How can I stay relaxed?

We were almost killed.

Yeah, but we survived, didn't we?

The worst is over, Amy. We're okay.

Not all of us.

Don't. You don't need to see that.

It's horrible.

I'm so glad that you're not hurt.

If you'd been hurt, I don't know what I'd have done.

- Do you mean that? - Yeah. Of course I do.

Hey... Of course I do!

I'm gonna look after you.

I told you that when I married you.

We're gonna be together for always.

That poor girl.

Wait here.

Lis, honey, I ain't going nowhere.

What are you doing? Helping yourself?

No, actually.

I was seeing how much we have.

How about you?

The same.

I don't know how long we're going to be here for

and it's gonna be night soon.

We need to think what we're going to eat.

There are nine fruit plates, six salad plates.

A few sandwiches. Cookies and chocolate.

The plane will have its own water tank,

if only for the toilet.

Well, we can't drink that.

It depends how quickly they find us.

They'll already know we haven't arrived.

They'll be here before sunset.

I'm Lisa, by the way.

Sonja.

How's your husband?

Oh!

Oh, he's fine.

He had a heart thing last year. Gave us all a scare but...

Mmm.

He hates salad.

Oh!

You want to say something?

What do you want me to say, Kevin?

Maybe a prayer.

You think God's watching over us right now?

I don't know.

If God was watching over us,

he'd have kept us in the air.

Yeah.

- You need to come. - What is it?

Pilot.

God!

He had chest pains, he couldn't breathe

and then I told Carlos to fetch you.

There's not much I can do for him.

Hey.

Can you hear me?

Yes.

What's your name?

Octavio.

Octavio.