Mondays in the Sun Page #4

- That's impossible.

You can't sign the dismissal form

and the contract together.

But they were together.

What you have to do

is go home and wait.

An inspector will visit you

and decide about your case.

Meanwhile, we can't pay you

any benefits.

- I've brought the certificate.

- That's of no use to me.

You have to wait.

But I can't wait.

Samuel,

I can't do anything.

They'll ask

for proof of dismissal.

You call her, please.

Call my wife and tell her.

See what she says.

Tell her about the inspection,

the dismissal and everything.

Tell her and see

if she understands.

Please, see if she understands.

Anyone call?

No.

Has she gotten over it yet?

More or less.

She says she has,

but she seems

a bit strange.

What does she do?

Nothing.

She doesn't talk.

- She doesn't talk?

- Not much.

And she thinks all day.

That's bad.

- Hello.

- Hello.

I thought you were Swiss

because of the dress.

I'm not Swiss,

the cheese is.

- Want some?

- Yes.

I warn you,

I'm a cheese expert.

Sure.

Have you been there?

Switzerland?

No, have you?

Skiing.

No, I'm joking, working.

How is the cheese?

Not bad.

But I like you more.

What's your name?

Angela.

Spregel.

Swiss for "my pleasure."

Spregel.

All right, "spregel."

- May I?

- Of course.

Want some of Angela's

cheese?

- I'll go and pay.

- Right.

It also means "goodbye."

I'm going out.

- Again? Where?

- For a walk.

- For a walk where?

- Around.

Leave him be.

The question isn't whether

we believe in God or not...

the question is

if God believes in us.

Because if He doesn't,

we're screwed.

I don't know

if I'm explaining myself.

I think he doesn't.

At least,

he doesn't believe in me.

Nor in you, Santa.

In Jose...

he might believe in him

a bit more. I don't know.

But we believe in you

and that's what matters.

Yeah, but you aren't God,

for Christ's sake.

Serguei, does God exist,

or not?

Do you see Him

when you were up there?

- Serguei is an astronaut.

- Really?

When Gagarin comes to earth

after first trip

a journalist asks same thing,

if he saw God in space.

And Gagarin says, "Yes,

I saw Comrade God in space,

and He told me to tell you

that He does not exist."

Give me another.

I'm closing up, Amador.

It's late.

When's your wife coming back?

If she doesn't come soon,

you'll kill yourself.

What the hell is it to you?

Why are you

talking about my wife?

Do I talk about yours?

Give me another drink.

All of you can go f*** yourselves.

And God

doesn't believe in you,

for your information.

- In none of you.

- Don't be angry.

And in you least of all.

I didn't fall.

I threw myself down.

Take him home.

Give me another.

Wait, wait.

Come on, Amador.

It's... you can't.

You can't.

You can't? All right.

No, because

there's no ticket.

What do you mean?

To get into your house?

What are you talking about?

A ticket.

- You got a ticket?

- Yes, yours and mine.

- We'll go up and I'll show you.

- You don't have a ticket.

They won't f***ing

let you in.

We'll buy them upstairs,

come on.

No.

You can't.

Like Siamese twins.

They fight, the d*ckheads.

What Siamese twins?

The Siamese twins.

You know, Siamese twins?

No, I don't. Do you?

Yes, I do.

Siamese from Siam.

With two heads.

They hang onto each other

as they're born,

because they're

afraid to be born.

And then, afterwards,

they can't separate.

- They fight?

- They fight,

and one of them wins.

He pushes the other one,

who falls.

And he laughs.

But he's falling too.

Understand?

Because they're stuck together.

The two of them fall,

you understand?

It's as if he said,

"Go f*** yourself."

You understand?

Go f*** yourself!

Go f*** yourself!

You understand?

Sh*t, Amador.

When your wife comes back...

The light!

Be right out!

Jaime Marques.

Paulino Ribas.

Pay it, Santa,

or you'll get in trouble.

What does the lawyer say?

That I should pay.

What if you don't?

It's not certain.

Jail time, as well?

Who knows!

Depends on the judge

you get.

You'll have no girls

in jail.

And who

will bring you food?

I will, Santa.

Thanks, Nata.

The idea is to see who's better looking,

you or them.

Don't worry, you'll win.

I'm not going to pay.

I can't.

I'm sorry,

I just can't do it. I can't.

That's it, then. Let's have

a last drink with Santa.

A farewell drink.

Christ, all this dignity!

Here, half a streetlight.

But don't get used to it.

Some of us work

for our money.

What's up, Lino?

How did it go?

All right.

Give me a drink.

Go on,

Reina's being generous.

What are you doing?

It spilled.

You're an a**hole, Santa.

And full of pride.

Yeah, I guess I've been

like that for years.

I won't change now.

Right, Amador?

Spregel.

Spregel.

Very elegant.

Yes, well, business...

Is he yours?

Do you like children?

A lot, a lot.

What's up?

You lucky little f***er,

you've got Angela!

That makes it easy.

Are they his?

Yes, we're going to the doctor.

His arm hurts.

Are you a doctor?

More or less.

I worked in a hospital.

In the bar. And you always

pick something up.

This looks fine to me.

This week

I'm working evenings.

If you want to drop by...

Have you ever been to Australia?

Australia?

- No.

- Would you like to go?

- Right now?

- No, not right now.

Whenever.

You all right?

and 8,000. That's it.

See how easy that was?

Have an easy night.

You did the right thing,

Santa.

They were the ones

who didn't.

But they can go f***

themselves.

You did what you had to.

Straight ahead.

And you did it well,

with style.

You want 8,000 pesetas,

take them, there they are.

Have a drink on me.

It might not seem so,

it might not seem so,

but these things add up.

They make you grow.

Here.

In your head.

And you look better,

more mature.

Stop.

Here?

I won't be long.

What the..?

Much better.

No, no way.

It's easy to be

the victim.

There is work.

If it's there for outsiders,

it's there for locals.

- And it's there for outsiders.

- All right.

No, it's not all right.

Every month a chunk of my wages

goes to pay a bunch of bums.

It's easy

to hold your hand out?

Lino, he says

you're a bum.

Don't involve me.

You are involved. He says

that if you wanted to work

you'd go to the south,

earn 80,000 pesetas a month,

spend half on lodgings

and send the rest

to your wife.

- I wasn't talking about him.

- No?

About who, then?

Sh*t, it isn't that hard.

I say you can always

find something.

Look at Rico.

They close the shipyard,

lay us off

and what does Rico do?

He takes his severance pay

and sets up this bar.

And it's going okay, right?

How long ago was that?

Three years.

Yeah, but it could have

gone badly.

That's bullshit.

Not if you work hard.

Amador.

Amador left

at the same time.

- What did he do with the money?

- Wait a minute.

Firstly, he didn't leave.

He was laid off, like all of us.

They're two very

different things.

As for severance pay,

like a lot, but then what?

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