Mondays in the Sun

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AID = JOBS

Mondays in the sun

The Ria Station wishes

to inform you that the ferry

will depart

at 8:
15 from pier 3.

The Ria Station wishes

to inform you

that the ferry will depart

at 8:
15 from pier 3.

Hello.

The Ria Station wishes

to inform you

that the ferry will depart

at 8:
15 from pier 3.

- I've started.

- Take it easy.

I'm sweating like a pig.

The less you think about it

the better.

Santa.

Santa!

Wait a minute.

- Your ticket.

- Wait a f***ing minute.

Bastard.

You'd think it was his boat.

- Very elegant. Got an interview?

- At 10:
00.

- You never give up.

- This looks good.

Well-paid, expenses,

an office.

"Own vehicle"...You don't have

your "own vehicle."

I'll buy one with my first paycheck.

Salo's selling his Express.

An "own vehicle" that runs.

His is in the wrecker's yard.

It just says "own vehicle."

"Computer skills."

My son is teaching me.

And look:
"112,000 minimum.

Plus commissions."

"Chances of promotion."

Santa, your ticket.

The boss will blame me.

I said I'd give it to you.

Anyway, the service is lousy.

I'd swim across faster.

With the amount you charge,

there should be free drinks.

Tell your boss for me.

- And waitresses.

- Yeah.

Not a fish-face like you.

Pain in the ass.

The problem is

there's an age limit.

What?

No?

Around 35.

Around there?

With that gray hair?

Look, it says there, "20-35."

- And "presentable."

- Aren't I presentable?

- Don't make him more nervous.

- Lino, they want f***ing kids.

- Kids don't have gray hair.

- Gray hair can be presentable.

What you have to do is think

they won't give it to you.

But that's what I do think.

Shouldn't he think positively?

- No, you know nothing about this.

- And you f***ing do?

Anyway...

we'll see.

If I'm gray, I'm gray,

and screw all of them.

And what is it?

The job.

I have no idea.

PIER 3

They don't know.

Maybe, it depends.

And they might call me.

So it's pretty much a "no."

No, it isn't a "no."

They might call me.

Call you to say what?

Yes or no.

If they call, it's a yes.

Even if they do call,

my daughter will be on the phone.

It happened once before.

They called and the line was busy.

How long was the interview?

Five minutes.

They got rid of you.

They got rid of him, Amador.

Don't ask me.

I don't understand any of that.

- See you later.

- See you later.

It's better that way.

Give Amador a drink.

We'll drink to

"They might call us."

Who'll pay for it? You?

Have I ever not paid you?

Do I owe anybody anything?

You owe me 6,000,

for your rent.

And me 2,000... 2,300,

but I'll forgive you of the 300.

Nata...

They're giving me a hard time, Natalia.

How strange,

you're so nice!

Nata is the only one

who understands me.

Why don't you and I have a drink someday,

without your father?

Maybe because I'm 15?

Having free drinks is one thing,

but don't mess with Nata.

Anyway, what's up?

Didn't you get enough yesterday?

She's...

She's pulling your leg.

Little b*tch.

Don't listen to her.

Come on, what happened?

Quit f***ing around, Jose,

don't joke around about that.

You trust me, don't you?

I trust her.

Your wife back yet, Amador?

Her mother got worse.

Bet you're delighted.

You've been living it up.

In here all day...

You don't stray

too far from here yourself.

Anyone seen Reina?

He said he'd invite us to the game.

He said nothing to me.

What are you doing?

It's the tip.

Yeah, but that was for me.

Get over it, you're still going

to get it.

I'm investing

in your business.

- Do they hurt a lot?

- The right one mostly.

- From the knee down.

- Did you call the doctor?

When? I haven't had time.

Tomorrow.

Tell them you

have to sit down.

Yeah, I'll ask

for a massage too.

Fat chance.

God, eight hours on my feet.

At night too. The bastards

keep changing our shifts.

For those shitty wages.

One day, I'll tell them all

to f*** off.

The company and the boss.

He's a creep.

They can stick their f***ing job

up their ass.

The cream?

It's there.

I like you, Rosa.

Monica.

Monica.

Tell Mom I'll call her.

I'll call her tomorrow.

You know you can't bring women

into your room.

She isn't a woman.

She's my sister.

That's even worse.

It's from the court.

Have you done anything wrong?

No, but don't worry,

I'll let you know.

Australia.

Australia is f***ing great.

You know how many

square kilometers it has?

Ten times this.

And the population?

- No clue.

- Less than half of Spain.

Just figure it out.

Figure out how much.

Here we don't do sh*t.

They give you what's yours.

They do?

When you retire.

It's a law they have.

They divide it up.

They say, "Let's see...

we have so many kilometers of country

divided by however

many people there are."

I don't know. Let's say,

two square kilometers or three.

Whatever it is.

And they give it to you.

- Each one gets his share.

- Sh*t.

Can you imagine?

Here, this is for you.

It's yours forever. And you can do

whatever the f*** you want.

And so people

are in a better mood.

Because of the climate too.

It's great there.

The Antipodes.

The Antipodes.

You know why

they're called that?

Because it means

"the opposite."

"Antipodes."

Anti-podes.

The oppo-site.

The opposite of here.

You can work there, not here.

You can screw there, not here.

Antipodes.

I bet those bastards

are going there right now.

What day is today?

Monday.

If I may, Your Honor,

I'll read the statement

in which,

on November 4 of this year,

in accordance

with the decision

adopted by this court,

the accused was found guilty

and sentenced to pay

compensation to the claimant

for breaking the streetlight,

model Urban Swimlight 270,

located eight meters

from the shipyard entrance.

That was accepted at the time

without any argument.

But we would

like it to be seen

in the context of the labor dispute

prevailing at the time,

a lockout and the layoff

of 200 workers,

among them, my client,

which meant that he

and many others

joined the demonstrations

with which we are all familiar

and which ended

with regrettable confrontations

between the workers

and the police.

- Bastards.

- Consider, therefore,

the events surrounding

the incident

for which my client is being

asked to pay compensation.

But it wasn't

the streetlight's fault.

That's true, Your Honor.

But it was badly placed.

So it's all the fault

of whoever put it there.

Perhaps...

it could partly be seen

like that, Your Honor.

Counsel, this is the third time

we've heard this case.

What is the compensation

being demanded?

- 8,000 pesetas, Your Honor.

- 8,000 pesetas.

How can I pay it?

How can I pay it?

They laid me off.

And now they want me

to pay 8,000 pesetas.

What is this?

I pay them for laying me off?

You broke their streetlight?

Well, now you pay for it.

A lousy streetlight.

No, it was an Urban Swimlight.

I won't pay it.

Santa, this was

the third hearing.

You know what

the fourth means.

Do you know, or not?

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