Alias viento negro Page #4

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Good luck, guys!

Man.

You must be tired of me, huh?

Send this one too, please.

As soon as there's a reply,

read it to me when I radio in, will you?

Of course.

Hoping for a boy or girl?

-Whatever God wills.

So long as it's born healthy...

...and with pants.

The curve at 190 needs reinforcing.

-Very well, sir.

Don't be upset, but it seems

you won't go with the survey team.

But...

-Talk to your dad.

Picuy.

What is it now?

I can't go with them?

I came to discuss that.

Your mother wrote to Fernandez

imploring him to keep you from danger.

But that doesn't matter.

Do you want to go?

Of course I do.

Fernandez, when does that

survey team leave?

Right now, Manuel.

So what's this engineer waiting for?

Thanks, Dad.

Son.

A letter from your mother.

Read it.

Study it.

And when you get back, we'll talk.

Okay, Dad.

All ready, sir.

Enough water and gas?

-Yes, sir. Two drums of this size.

"Lend me your umbrella, because I'll be

sunbathing on other beaches."

See you.

You did the right thing, Manuel.

We have to trust our kids.

What happened there?

Nothing, sir.

Black wind.

Hey Picuy, how does that one go?

"You're tall and slim.

Your beauty tempts me."

"What a nose, what a mouth..."

-Manuel.

Jorge finally got his way.

He'll be at your side.

But like I promised,

he's coming as an engineer.

That's right, Manuel!

An engineer!

I made him into what you

could never achieve.

Thanks to me...

...now he won't be a laborer

with rough, calloused hands like you.

Now I want a divorce

more than ever.

And most importantly, Manuel...

...don't forget

that Jorge is refined,

that he takes after me.

Give it some gas!

-Come on!

Gotta uncap it or it'll gasify

and create pressure with the heat.

How'd it go, guys?

All right.

I was on the brink,

so thirsty I couldn't think.

I'm sick of you!

Can't you give it a rest?

Sorry if I'm a pest.

Enough! Remember,

the truck uses more than us.

We have so much,

we could even bathe.

Without a doubt, our mate cooks great,

even if he seems like a lout.

Survey Team calling

South Division, over.

South Division responding

to Survey Team, over.

Survey Team reporting:

We finished the first day.

We'll resume work at midnight.

Lopez speaking.

Nothing for me? Over.

Report received.

Your wife's reply

still hasn't come, over.

Thank you.

Over and out.

Damn sand!

Are you thinking about

when your dad slapped you?

When we're isolated

from the rest of the world...

...we always think about someone.

Me, for example...

All I do is think about my wife...

...and about how I can't be by her side

when she needs me most.

Anything wrong with that?

Oh momma!

Wow, that's scorching!

Gave my bum a proper torching!

Some fear this desert

and its sand...

...but looking at it closely,

it's a beautiful land.

Yes...

at this time,

the desert looks best...

...but don't forget:

it's a tiger at rest.

That's why you

shouldn't pull its tail.

What's wrong, man?

Nothing, Lorenzo.

Did you tell your dad goodbye

before you left?

Yes.

For the first time, he called me son

and we spoke man-to-man.

That damn ogre!

Pure steel on the outside...

...but inside is a heart

bigger than a volcanic crater.

Survey Team to South Division, over.

Survey Team to South Division, over.

Survey Team, this is South Division.

Wait a minute, over.

Take that call.

Go ahead, over.

Nothing new to report from today.

We'll resume work at dawn.

Any news for me, pal? Over.

Report received.

The telegram came, Mr. Lopez.

Just a minute.

I'll read it to you.

Still nothing, Antonio.

I'm fine.

Don't worry.

As soon as it's born, I'll tell you.

I've got the telegram all written out,

except for the space to put...

...boy or girl.

I miss you a lot.

All my love.

Alicia.

Satisfied, man?

What's wrong? Answer me, over.

Satisfied.

Thanks a lot.

Over and out.

Was the baby born yet?

No.

But everything is fine.

I'd give anything to be with her now.

And I'd give anything to

be in the capital.

You can go.

Are you married?

No.

It's worse than that.

If I leave this damn place,

my old man will disinherit me.

And that's a big chunk of change.

He thinks I prefer money

over my career.

What do you think?

Miss, can this dance be mine?

Because I'm so fine?

Well, not quite. It's because you

have the fattest behind.

I hope my grandma won't mind!

Furrow.

-Plow.

Go for it!

We finished much earlier

than expected.

I'll report back

that we're returning.

I'll go ahead and report back

that we're returning.

Wait, Too.

Why don't we surprise Fernandez

and continue surveying?

The sun isn't bad yet

and we can progress a lot.

You're nuts! We have to go back!

-I'll go!

I'm game and I'll show it,

like any good poet.

Disrespectful punk!

-Let go of him.

Talk in rhyme or

mess with me again,

and I'll bash your face in.

Let's keep going.

Come on, Picuy.

You know we all think you're great,

but so there's no trouble...

...don't mess with him, eh?

A little to the right.

More.

That's good. Stop it there.

Hey, Julio. We have

to plot a 40-degree curve.

That's very tight.

-Ice cream man's here!

Salted coffee, men,

even if it tastes terrible.

That's precisely

what I was calculating.

If we weren't in the desert,

I'd say that the truck is smoking.

Yeah, it's like it's shimmering.

The radio!

The food!

The water!

There have to be good ones.

There have to be!

We've got nothing left!

Calm down.

Calm down?

With no water or food?!

Do you know what that means

in the desert, idiot?

It's not my fault, sir.

I left everything in order.

I don't understand what happened.

I don't know how

it could've happened...

but I think that...

...that damn thing is

behind it all!

I told you all!

But you didn't listen!

We're gonna get roasted to death.

We're gonna get lost in the desert!

Shut up!

As long as we have this compass,

we won't get lost, okay?

Now calm down or

you'll make us all panic!

From now on...

...we have to ration water.

We have to think.

We have to make a decision.

-Let's go back.

It's better to go on, Antonio.

Why?

Look.

Here's our camp.

And here we are.

This is the North Division Camp,

which we're closer to.

Not only that, but their team is

advancing this way.

It's only 30 degrees.

Then let's go north, and hope

we find them soon.

Everything burned up so fast.

Picuy, bring the bag and

the salted coffee I left there.

We're gonna need it.

I'll go see what I can get

from the radiator.

And who's gonna drink that filth?

Everyone.

When thirst takes over,

it'll taste good.

Look.

What is it?

Just what we needed!

Black wind.

Let's take cover behind the dune.

Cover your mouth and nose,

and close your eyes.

Let's hope it passes quickly.

It's over.

Let's go.

Was it good?

Save the water, guys...

...because if we run out,

we won't make it.

What do we do?

Rest or keep going?

What do you say, Picuy?

Forgive me, sir,

but I'm not one to say.

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