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It's been 45 minutes. Explain that.

This is ridiculous.

We've arrived.

It was no use getting paranoid.

We've landed,

but we haven't arrived.

The sun makes me sneeze.

Thanks. That cooled me off.

They have camels in Corsica?

Holy sh*t.

Those Corsicans are such jokers.

I'm warning you:

I'm out of burritos.

I plugged in the Figari-South Corsica

coordinates.

Way, way south.

What's going on?

I don't know.

I don't get it.

That's a shame.

Where are we?

I don't know.

I don't get it.

That's a shame.

I don't get it.

Anyway,

by my estimate...

I don't know where we are.

What's your name?

Jean-Claude.

Why not take off again?

Well, it's because...

there are these sorts of... camels...

tanks, blocking the way,

and the runway.

Camels or tanks?

Both.

With another copilot,

we wouldn't be here.

Hang on a second.

To err is human. He's human.

He's an error.

Hang on. We need to find a solution.

The point isn't how we got here.

Even if we know who had

the dumb idea to steal a plane.

Hang on a second!

You all agreed.

Are you kidding?

You all applauded me.

That doesn't mean we agreed.

Excuse me.

There's a crowd out there.

A big one?

Yes.

Dangerous?

Yes.

Pull the shades down.

Show them you've got balls!

Just relax.

Dangerous, how? What'd they do?

Foreign equals savage? How trite!

Nice going.

Violence ain't always

where you think it is.

You're creating the danger.

They can sense we're afraid.

- What awful grammar!

- You said it!

Let's go talk to them.

Human is our native tongue.

Are you sure you?

Gwen, come on.

- She's American.

- I think so.

Shut the door!

- What's your name?

- Move back!

- What's your name?

- Jean-Claude.

Shut the door, Jean-Claude.

Give him a hand!

Shut the door!

Help me!

- Jean-Claude!

- Help me!

They shot at us!

Starboard, everyone!

MY leg[

Those motherfucking f*ggot

sons of inbred b*tches!

- You okay?

- Get a doctor!

See if there is one.

Can't you go?

Your shirt! I'll do a tourniquet.

It's a Lacoste. Duty-free.

- It's a fake!

- It is not.

The Lacoste logo isn't a frog.

Gimme that rag!

Move back.

Give her some air.

Let me through!

- Take it easy.

- Mind if I handle this?

Miss?

Can you hear me?

Yes, she needs a doctor.

You're not one?

Sort of. A podiatrist.

- Then beat it.

- I'll try to help.

Careful, she has lice.

Lice?

We've got a problem.

That's no problem, that's a corpse.

- You okay?

- I'm all right.

I'm allergic to dead bodies.

Don't tell his girlfriend or the others.

They'll panic.

Not necessarily.

Sorry, but there's...

Yes, they will.

- I'm gonna scream.

- Don't.

I'm not okay.

- You'll be okay.

- I won't be okay at all.

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