Flaqueza del bolchevique, La (The Weakness of the Bolshevik(

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THE WEAKNESS:

OF THE BOLSHEVIK

It was Monday, as every Monday,

my soul weight heavily

down beneath my balls.

That Monday began

with the usual sh*t.

On the radio, five a**holes were

talking about five other a**holes,

so that five others could talk

about what had been said.

Unbearable.

So I played the only thing

that relaxes me,

that stops me from thinking.

WARNING:
TRAFFIC DELAYS

F*** off, d*ckhead!

That when all started.

Because of that damn tape.

As if it were the spark

that unleashed the storm.

What the hell

were you thinking about?

- Let's take this calmly, ma'am...

- Why should I, you moron?

Move the car, please.

You're holding up the traffic.

I'd be delighted, officer,

but I've crashed into her ass.

My ass? You should be

so f***ing lucky!

Ma'am, let's take this calmly

and see if we can

get it sorted out.

Park your cars over there,

it's a restricted area.

All right? Let's go!

Could you turn off

that lousy music?

Listen, I don't criticize

the music you listen to.

The bastard is enjoying this.

Do I have to put up

with her insults?

Right, get out

your insurance papers.

You, sir...

Turn down the music, please.

May I see your car insurance?

Thank you.

And your driving license.

Thank you.

And your road tax certificate.

What about her papers?

Look, who was it

committed the offence?

Ignore him, officer.

He just lost it.

What are you looking at?

Have you got a pen?

- Have you got your copy?

- Yes, I'm finished.

You can go.

Good riddance.

Information. This is Esther

Can I help you?

Good morning. I'd like

somebody's telephone number.

Very well.

Do you know the name?

Sonsoles Lpez-Daz

Garca-Navarro.

The surnames are hyphenated.

I'm sorry. We have no customer

with that name.

- You put in the hyphens?

- Yes, sir.

If I give you the address,

can you do a cross-check?

What's the address?

There is a Lpez-Daz

at that address,

- but the name is Armando.

- Give me the number anyway.

The boss is furious.

You're 30 minutes late.

You told him about the accident?

Yes, and he asked if

we should send an ambulance.

I said you seemed

to be in one piece.

I'll miss you when you retire.

If they haven't

kicked you out first.

Mario, how are you?

Hello.

Is it all here?

Let's go.

Well, at last!

Pablo Lpez, who has just ruined

his reputation for punctuality,

and Alba. Victor Novoa and

Javier Barroso, from Oprinsa.

Pleased to meet you.

Hello.

I apologize for the delay,

I had a car accident.

We were only doing 6 mph,

but the woman went hysterical.

It wasn't serious?

No, I just got her up the rear

without her permission.

I must go,

I've got a conference call.

Well, I had it 30 minutes ago.

I'll leave you here

with our top man.

The airport, please.

Hello?

Hello, who is that?

Elsa.

Hello, love.

I want to speak to Sonsoles.

She isn't here.

- When will she be back?

- Who's calling?

- Antonio. I work with Armando.

- What do you want with Sonsoles?

Look, Elsa,

this is a bit embarrassing.

But I guess I can trust you.

I met Sonsoles a month ago.

She came up to my place,

had a few drinks and, you know...

I wanted to use a condom

because I'm bisexual,

and I've got very promiscuous

friends, but she said no.

I had a blood test and I've got...

Why are you telling me this?

Don't hang up,

it's important for your sister.

What do you mean, my sister?

Can't you hear my accent?

I work here.

Now that I think about it,

it is a bit delicate.

I'll give you my number.

- Tell her to call me.

- What for?

So I can tell her myself.

Write this down.

- 5-6-0,

- 5-6-0,

- 0-2,

- 3-2.

RAUL ECHEVARRIA:

National Securities Commission

Her husband mustn't find out.

Don't you know

she doesn't have a husband?

Hell.

- How's it going?

- I'm working on it.

Terrific.

The bastard is right.

There's a lot still missing.

They didn't ask us

to go into the second phase.

- Yesterday, we talked...

- Don't give me that sh*t, Pablo.

You're supposed to have

enough hair on your balls to know

what to do without being asked.

Think of something.

I have to go and meet

some a**hole

they've sent from London.

It's a Jos Salgado. He says

it's about your car insurance.

Yes?

- Pablo Lpez?

- Speaking.

I wanted to check some things

regarding your car insurance.

Did you have an accident

a few days ago?

Yes, I haven't had time

to report it.

The owner of the other car

has put in a claim for injuries.

What do you mean, injuries?

We were doing 12 mph.

You have to send us your report

and we'll study the case.

Please let us have it

as soon as possible.

Yes, of course.

The b*tch.

The b*tch!

Are you leaving?

Yes, it has to do

with the accident.

I'd like you

to meet someone first.

Eva Morales, Pablo Lpez.

Hello.

Eva is from the London office.

She'll be with us for a while.

I'm doing an audit

of the department.

But we needn't worry.

From what I'm told,

we're in good hands.

- I wonder who told you that!

- A little bird.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

If you need anything, ask Pablo.

You caught me

as I was going out.

Alba, can you get Eva whatever

she needs? I'll see you later.

- Hello.

- Is Sonsoles there?

Yes.

Who's calling?

- Who was it?

- He hung up.

'Bye, I'll call you later.

Well! You've finally shown up!

They've been waiting for you

all afternoon.

Have I caught you coming in

or going out?

Do you come here often?

Two or three times a week.

- With people from the office?

- No.

Not with people from the office.

So why did you bring me here?

I don't know.

- Coincidence?

- Yes.

I believe in coincidence.

Do you?

No, I don't.

You're the kind who looks for

good reasons for everything.

I can't tell you what I'm like.

Get to know me

and find out for yourself.

- I'm sorry, I've had a bad day.

- Don't worry.

I'm an auditor,

I'm used to being disliked.

Do you like your work?

They pay me well.

Yeah.

- So it isn't vocational.

- Raking over others' misfortunes

isn't the most pleasant thing.

And you're always moving around.

When you get used to one place,

you have to move on.

That's the worst part.

Yeah.

But does it really matter?

All offices are the same now.

- The people change.

- The people?

No, there's always

the same kind of people.

The morons, for example.

Who are they?

The morons?

They travel business class,

stay in expensive hotels,

they're young, well paid...

And occasionally they may

even get a weekend off.

But the rest of the time

they're available,

like whores.

They have to do whatever they're

asked and pretend they like it.

And while they play along

and smile,

their life is passing by

and they hardly notice.

You and me, for example.

Well...

You've told me what you're like.

No.

I've told you what I do.

Hello?

I want to speak to Sonsoles.

Elsa, I'll take that.

Sonsoles...

Let me speak

to Sonsoles.

Go f*** yourself,

you son of a b*tch.

Who the hell are you?

Sonsoles.

Sonsoles.

What do you want, a**hole?

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