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-Who is this?
Marcelino speaking.
What did you say?
***...
What?
So what are they going to do with him?
No *** way!
They can't be serious.
-Hello?
-Just a moment, I'm coming!
-Good night,
ma'am.
-Good night. How can I help you?
-Look, I need a room
for the night.
I'd appreciate if it didn't face the road.
-Whichever you like.
I think... room 17 will suit you fine.
It's as quiet as it gets.
Do you want to see it?
-No, no, it's not necessary.
Can I buy something to eat here?
Or tell me where I can...
-Restaurant is closed, but...
Don't worry.
Sign here and go into the dining room.
I'll fix some dinner for you.
Thanks a lot.
-He was from Astorga
and he never came back here.
"Out of sight, out of mind"...
-How long did it all last?
-What with one thing and another, coming and going...
almost two years.
But we shouldn't talk about sad things,
you already know how it feels to be alone.
You are going to think I am nuts,
telling you my whole life when we have just met.
-Not at all.
-Well, you may think it's silly...
But since the highway was built,
and that's about two years ago,
hardly anyone comes around here.
It's hard to be alone all day,
with nobody to talk to.
At this rate, one of this days
I'll end up talking to my TV, just like old women do.
-I know well what you are talking about.
I always take the old road, always.
I would find it strange to make my journey back
by a different road
than the one I took when I left back then.
-Where did you said you were going?
-I haven't told you.
I'm going to Asturias.
To my village.
The reasons are not pleasant.
Well...
A friend passed away.
A good friend,
a fellow miner.
I haven't been there for a long time.
-I'm so sorry.
-Yes, I... I'm very sorry too.
We were the same age,
both from 1940.
Lifelong friends,
since the year dot.
-Do you want a light?
May I bring you some matches?
-I don't smoke.
But thanks.
-On National Day
I keep to my cosy bed
because marching music
doesn,t concern me.
So, the greatest sin in life
is not to follow the standard-bearer.
I don't like people
who think on their own.
I don't like people
who think on their own.
Everybody gives me the evil eye
except the blind ones,
naturally.
-Hey! You figured out how to arrive by the new road!
-I came through the old one.
-Marcelino!
Marcelino!
-Basilio, my friend.
-Hey, "Midget"!
How is it going?
-What a ***!
He still takes the *** out of me about that nickname.
It's been a long time since I became taller than you!
-I'm not that sure.
-Look at Sara, how pretty she looks!
-Aren't you going to greet me?
-Sure.
-If I were you I wouldn't get too close, Marce is dangerous.
-Well, well, not sure who is more frightened!
-Look at this lass!
-You should have known me...
two or three months ago,
you would see.
-Damn, Marce, I am her father!
-Are you sure?
-It's great that you are here, Marce.
I knew that you wouldn't fail us,
Right?
And that you would make it in time.
-When I arrived I saw the burial.
-Shame on them.
-***...
-I guess it's already over. So...
-Let's do it before it gets dark.
Come on, Midget, go and fetch the carpet.
-Which car are we taking?
-I brought mine.
-No, we are going in the van.
-I'm going. Don't leave without me.
-We won't.
-Come on, you should be doing this much faster!
-Is he supposed to be the foreman?
He could be digging as well, huh?
-And what about my hernia?
I'm cheering you up.
-You are so full of ***, dad.
-Now he says he has a hernia.
-*** me! Why did I bring the good carpet?
-Did you think it was for decorating?
-Come on, Midget, damn! You are a lazybones!
-***!
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
The hernia! The hernia! The hernia!
-What the hell are you doing?
Are we all crazy?
-Ah...
This is the respect you were talking about.
The one Milín asked for...
That is why we were doing this, right?
How can you stay there, laughing,
while his family is crying at home?
-Hey, hey, hey, stop it, girl!
That is ***!
Do you really think
we aren't sad that our friend is dead?
We are doing this for Milín!
Crying family...
They *** ignored him
when he said he didn't want to return to a hole.
He worked enough
underground,
when he was alive!
And you listen to me, young lass.
He would be doing the same for us.
So don't *** with me, huh?
-Come on, that's enough. Let's...
-Holy crap, the priest!
-Damn, Don Etelvino!
-Who is there?
So I guess I'll have to say that crap you wrote.