Mondays in the Sun Page #6
His wife had left.
I guess she got tired.
It's normal.
But he said nothing.
Not to anybody.
He'd drink and go home.
No one was waiting for him.
That's why he never
wanted to leave.
Maybe he didn't have
the strength to go on.
Or maybe not.
Maybe he fell.
What difference
does it make?
Anita...
What's wrong?
For example,
to exit, Control Q.
You use Control,
you go up...
and Enter.
Clear some space.
How's it coming?
Carlos Fuentes.
Paulino Ribas.
Paulino Ribas?
Sergio Esteban.
EXI:
And it was starting
to look so nice.
I've seen the lots.
For the auction.
No, it's a raffle.
Among the workers.
I got number eight,
I think.
Yeah, eight.
What about you?
Get out of here.
Really, I'm coming tomorrow
to pick it up.
Which one did you get?
- No.
- Yes, there's a list inside.
- Really?
- Really.
Go and see.
Go and see.
Go and see!
No.
You're missing out.
I'll get yours.
Yeah, right.
- What are you doing?
- Christening it.
Christening it.
THE SHIPYARD:
It's really ugly.
Don't be sad, Nata.
He's happier now.
What'll we do with it?
We could leave it
in his corner.
Yeah, or beside
the f***ing ham.
- He spent his life there.
- Up beside the trophies?
- What are you doing?
- One for the road.
- For Christ's sake.
- It's Amador. We're pals.
Na zdorovye.
- The bastard.
- He didn't say anything.
He did.
But he was hard to understand.
Like...
like Siamese twins.
They're stuck together.
We're stuck together too.
I didn't say that.
Amador said that.
If one falls, we all fall.
And if one gets f***ed...
that's it.
So do the others.
Because we're the same thing.
The same thing.
Like Siamese twins.
The same thing.
It's locked.
Oops, it broke!
Right, get the others.
We're off.
Can you navigate this?
I worked on a ship.
- In the kitchen.
- Yeah, but on a ship.
Shall we start?
Where's the urn?
- You had it.
- No, Lino did.
You were holding it.
In the bar, then Rico
gave it to you.
No, he didn't.
- Yes, in the street. I saw him.
- No.
Weren't you with Rico?
I don't have.
You haven't left it
somewhere?
- I never touched it.
- You always lose things.
I might f***ing lose things,
but I wouldn't lose a pal's ashes.
Poor Amador.
What day is today?
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