Flaqueza del bolchevique, La (The Weakness of the Bolshevik( Page #3

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- Your father's screwed up.

- Are you a socialist too?

No.

I'm a Bolshevik.

What's that?

Bolsheviks don't settle for

taking everything from the rich.

That wouldn't change anything.

You have to shoot them.

First the rich, then the poor.

Shoot all of them.

You're laughing at me.

It's a joke.

- No.

- Yes.

I'm not anything.

And if I were,

I'd give it up for you.

Have you got

brothers and sisters?

Five.

They're all married except Sonsoles.

She's the oldest.

And the only one still living

at home, unfortunately.

- Don't you get on with her?

- With Sonsoles?

She's too smart

to get on with anyone.

She never does anything wrong

and everyone else is an idiot.

You too?

Sonsoles knows I'm not an idiot.

For any special reason?

It's a secret between sisters.

I'll keep your secret.

It was when I turned thirteen.

Sonsoles had a boyfriend.

He was about your age.

A man with a pot belly

and a moustache.

You don't have a pot belly,

or a moustache. I thought

all cops had a moustache.

No, the Civil Guards do.

- Well, they did.

- I'm glad.

He was a lawyer. One day, he came

to our house in Llanes, in summer.

I was changing in my room

after a day at the beach,

and I saw him at the window,

spying on me.

I was naked, and he'd seen me.

So I got dressed

and went for lunch.

He was sitting at the table,

calling my sister "darling".

He was disgusting.

Over dessert, I stopped in front

of the guy with the moustache

and told him if he wanted to see me

naked again,

he should ask permission.

Or else hide better,

because I'd seen him.

The next morning, he was gone.

My sister hated me.

But she never again

thought I was an idiot.

F***, what a story!

I was a kid then.

It was no big deal.

Was?

The bathing suit looks

much better on me now.

I'd love to see it.

- That's what I like about you.

- What?

You wouldn't hide in the garden

like that guy.

You'd have come up

and asked permission to look.

Let's say I like

to do things straight out.

You want to see me

in a bathing suit?

- I told you I did.

- Then take me to the pool.

You mean now?

Saturday.

I was going to go

with my friends.

My parents needn't know

I'm not going with them.

All right.

But in that case

I should tell you something.

What?

I'm not a cop.

- I reckoned that.

- But I'm not a pervert either.

What's your real name?

Jaime.

My name is Jaime.

I preferred Javier,

but I'm glad you're not a cop.

So will you take me to the pool?

Sure.

Pick me up at the bench

at 11.00, on Saturday.

I'm going now.

I have to study.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- May I speak to you for a moment?

- Yes, come in.

I asked Alba for some papers, some

of the things you did last year.

Oh, God!

What have we done wrong?

It isn't that.

It's Alba.

Alba.

She's chaotic.

I don't know

how you can work with her.

That's my problem.

If you need anything,

ask me for it.

What pool are we going to?

There's one on the outskirts.

Your friends won't go there.

Jaime.

Jaime!

- What do you think?

- It was worthwhile.

What do you really do?

I work in a bank.

Investments. I mean,

I'm not a cashier or anything.

It must be nice

to work in a bank.

- I'm going to do Business Studies.

- Why?

There are lots

of job opportunities.

Don't waste your time.

Take my advice

and become a model.

You'll be rich when your pals

are still studying accounts.

- I don't want to be a model.

- Why?

I'm not that superficial.

Tell me something about you.

- Such as what?

- I don't know.

What you like.

I like you.

That doesn't count.

Let's see, I like...

I like watching figure skating

on TV, and rhythmic gymnastics.

- Girl gymnasts, of course.

- Seriously.

Seriously...

Seriously, I like...

I like my life until I was 20.

I like the first apartment

where I lived on my own.

It had no heating,

and in winter it was freezing,

but the views were fantastic.

And I like a place

in my neighborhood

where I played as a kid,

but I haven't been there in years.

And your job?

You're an executive, right?

Don't you like traveling,

having a pretty secretary,

earning lots of money?

Look, Mara, traveling is

basically getting on a plane

to go to a city you never see.

And yes, sometimes

you get to sleep over.

Then you're shut in an hotel room

zapping the 40 TV channels

until you put out

the f***ing light.

And you only really have

lots of money

when you don't have

to put up with idiots.

And as for my secretary,

she's over 50 and doesn't

have any respect for me.

Well, I'd like

to be an executive.

Your bosses will be more interested

in your ass than in your ideas.

There's no time

to judge an idea.

You can judge an ass

in an instant.

You talk like

a disgusting sexist.

I've just seen more than you.

You don't know what I've seen.

That's true.

Why did you study to do

what you do if you don't like it?

I never studied to do what I do.

I studied

Political Science and Law.

I even started a thesis

on the Russian Revolution.

But I only got half way through

because some elegant

gentlemen appeared

and said,

"Who are the most...

intelligent students

in this faculty?"

- And it was you.

- I was one of those students.

There I was, with a wonderful

academic record,

all ready to beat everyone.

Yes, I learned how to make

a lot of money,

but I don't know who got beaten.

Why don't you do what you like?

I don't know

what that is anymore.

I bet you do.

I feel like a Coca-Cola.

- Do you want anything?

- No.

What are you doing here?

- Want some?

- No.

Do you like school?

I get on well there,

but I'm bored.

And your friends?

The ones I stood up today?

- I don't really care about them.

- Why?

- They don't interest me.

- Your friends don't interest you?

No.

I'm going for a swim.

Are you coming?

- Just like that?

- Are you coming or not?

I'll go with you

and I may swim or not.

Won't you try it?

I feel really drowsy.

Go to sleep, if you want.

Pablo.

Christ!

Sh*t, man, how long has it been?

- I don't know.

- A long time, right?

- Well, how are you getting on?

- Fine.

This is Mara, my cousin.

And Marcos,

a lifelong friend.

Sh*t, Pablo, I didn't know

you had a cousin like that.

But she'd have been

very young back then.

I'm still young

for a lot of things.

Aren't I, Pablo?

How are you getting on?

Fine, fine.

I'm the same as ever.

A poor lawyer.

You should change your clients.

It's what there is. Not everyone

can be a lawyer for rich people.

You want to have a drink?

I have to go home.

Pablo was going to take me.

It doesn't matter.

Call me whenever you want.

I'm living in my father's house.

Javier.

Jaime.

Pablo.

What'll the next one be?

It's not so funny anymore.

What else did you lie about?

Nothing.

Bolshevik.

A member of the hard-line faction

on the left wing

of the Workers' Social Democratic

Party in Russia.

I looked it up

in an encyclopedia yesterday.

I thought you'd made it up.

You see I didn't.

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