The Nest (El nido)

THE NEST

One, two, three and...

With the king, eh?

I see you coming.

But I will not fall into your trap.

How about a knight, hum?

For now, check.

Who are you?

How many times should I tell you not to bother me when I'm working?!

And close the door, we are not in the stables.

- We are out of milk. - It is of no importance to me.

You should think of many things.

And above all, about keeping the house as God intended.

- If only signora was alive... - Never speak about signora.

- And dinner. How about the dinner? - Not now.

- Go away, out, out. - Go away, go away...

Someday I will be gone forever and you will stay alone.

You see?

No peace even in your own home.

Oh, well.

Let me see what you are up to.

Can't you think of anything better?

Checkmate.

The goldfinch feather will take you to the great tree. G.

The jay feather will lead you down the stream. G.

The feather of the hawk will take you to tower. G.

Take this.

- What is it? - Milk, honey and cognac.

Where have you managed to get so wet?

- In the River. - In the river, in the river...

- What were you doing in the river? - It's not your business.

- The boots won't get dry here. - Well, take them away.

Ok, I'll take them.

- I wonder what got into you. At you age... - And what should I do at my age?

Look after the house and drink a good wine.

- You have nothing to do in the kitchen? - Yes, signor.

I always have something to do in the kitchen.

- Amparo? - What?

Do you know anyone in the town who is fond of birds?

- Are you going to sell the nests? - No.

- Gumer, she has a bird store. - Gumer?

- Shall I bring you an aspirin? - No.

- Ah! In the River... - And make sure you close that door.

The goldfinch feather will take you to the great tree.

The jay feather will lead you down the stream.

The feather of the hawk will take you to tower.

G.

Cookies.

- Cookies, lentils... - Lentils.

- Cod. - Cod.

- And the cornstarch. - A cornstarch.

- Is that all? - Yes.

Good morning.

- Good morning, Don Alejandro. - Good morning.

- Good morning, how are you? - Good morning.

Fine.

Yeah, well.

The bill, Don...

- Yes, write it down, I'll pay you on Saturday.

- Give my regards to signora. - Thanks, Gumer.

- Always at your service, Don Alejandro. - Good morning.

- What do you want? - Well... nothing in particular.

I don't know what I could suggest you.

- Do you have bird food? - For which birds?

- Common ones. - I have birdseed and cañamones.

Give me half a kilo.

Of what?

- Birdseed. - Birdseed.

- Are you breeding them? - No, my sister is breeding them.

- I guess your sister doesn't climb trees, right?

Never, never.

- And is there someone else who is interested in birds?

No, my sister, just my sister.

- Nobody else? - Just my sister, I told you.

- Hello, sorcerer. - Hello, heretic.

You don't look well, no customers, eh?

You sell all this?

Don't be in a rush to buy, eh.

This is what you call the odor of sanctity.

"Offensive is not he who wants to, but the one who's able to."

Pa, dear brother, pa.

Here, the church has always loved gifts.

It is the first time you gave me something.

They aren't poisoned?

When are you going to dress in civil clothes?

Or when will you shave off your mustache?

Hey, bogey. I need your help.

You, as well as being puny and cheat,

have a reputation of a man

with the knowledge of handwriting and astronomy, right?

Sciences more accurate than those you studied in seminary.

- That's pneumonia. - That's shit.

Well, can you help me or not?

- Are you asking for a confession? - No, you don't get it.

Look at this.

- Who wrote this? - I have no idea.

- A woman? - I suppose.

You are too old to have love affairs.

- I'm not interested in the erotic aspect of the question, I want to find out...

okay, okay.

What happens is that you do not understand anything.

You talk a lot and you know nothing.

- What type of bird is mentioned in the first letter?

The goldfinch.

Well, I had an egg of goldfinch.

This was written by a girl. Probably very young.

That's obvious. Anything else?

A glutton and dirty.

- How do you know? - Stains of fat on the paper.

Uneducated, but with a great deal of natural wit.

So she won't come here?

I would say, with a great sense of humor.

Authoritarian and stubborn...

sensitive...

Passionate.

And absorbing.

The feather of the hawk will take you to tower. G.

The tower.

Bell tower.

Have you climbed a bell tower? It's a thousand pesetas.

Why me, Eladio? Why, whoever it is, has noticed me?

Because you're the biggest fool of all fools.

- I'm serious. - Me too.

Maybe she is laughing at me?

- I found it! - Where?

Find it yourself.

What a man.

Cold, cold, warm... hot.

Very hot... very hot. Hot like in hell.

Falcon feathers will take you to performance. G.

Listen, I don't like this game, Alejandro.

I do not have another, priest.

Yeah. I should just eat my soup and drink wine, right?

To the concert...

Eladio, I'll give you two thousand pesetas to buy candles.

It is a personal matter.

Falcon feathers will take you to performance. G.

- Auntie. - Mmm?

The school children are rehearsing Macbeth.

Macbeth?

The Raven Himself Is Hoarse...

announces the fatal entrance of Duncan. Under my battlements.

- Run to me. - Pause.

- The evil spirits that wait on thoughts of murder.

Breath.

- And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full.

Breath.

- Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood. - Pause.

Thick my blood, Stop up th'access and passage to remorse.

Goyita, don't exaggerate. Try to speak calmly.

Make a pause and take a breath.

And think of Macbeth, you're waiting for him.

With intonation and rhythm. And last verse, please. Come on.

That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose.

Nor keep peace between Th'effect and it.

Come to my woman's breasts and take my milk for gall,

you murd'ring ministers.

Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,

That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,

Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry - Hold,

hold.

Come in, Tonio.

My dearest love, Duncan comes here tonight.

Goyita, Macbeth has arrived? Goyita, what's wrong?

Silence!

- Sorry, this is a rehearsal. - Pardon me.

The rehearsal is private.

- Sorry again. - Thank you.

- Falcon feathers... - will take you to performance.

- You don't like music? - I like it very much.

- Whose egg was it? - Jackdaw.

You see, I thought it was of goldfinch.

- Where are you going Lady Macbeth? - Home.

- Can I join you? - Okay.

Glamis hath murderd sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,

Macbeth shall sleep no more!

- Bless you. - Thanks.

Have you caught a cold?

When I have cold, I always end up with angina.

- Did you have your tonsils operated? - I don't remember.

- How old are you? - Thirteen.

- And you know me? - Yes.

- What do you know about me? - I know your house.

- You know my name? - Don Alejandro.

- How long have you known me? - For many years.

For many years.

Well... we arrived.

Your father is a policeman?

Your penknife.

Can I keep a pencil and feathers?

- Will we meet again? - Maybe.

- Bye. - Bye.

I knew your wife.

Do you have to be so noisy, doll? What do you think it is, stables?

You and I will talk about it later.

Ale, home.

- Has anyone called? - No.

- What about yesterday? - No.

- And no one has come, no? - Nobody ever comes here.

Anything else?