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OCTAVIO HERNANDEZ MINER'S UNION

The mine has always been ours, and they won't take it away!

I promise you one thing:

they'll have to step over my dead body

before they close a single mine!

Let's be completely clear.

SOCIALIST INDUSTRY MINISTER

I won't beat around the bush.

It's more profitable to maintain our miners at home

than in the mines.

Mining work doesn't make sense anymore.

Although I sing about the miners,

I could sing the same about

the valor of mariners

and the dangers of the sea.

A big slab

of coal

has got your name written on it.

Keep your eye on your dollars,

the detonator and the dynamite.

"Miners

stand together,”

cry out our hearts.

Keep your eye on your dollars,

the detonator and the dynamite.

ONE YEAR LATER

Our union is proud of our achievements.

But we must be realistic. Some mines will be closed.

But our miners are safe!

There will be early retirement,

subsidies and compensation.

We're also looking into alternative industries. That's all.

With no union agreement in sight

there'll be plenty of layoffs.

What the hell

do we have to show

after two centuries of mining?

ASK THE KING TO EXPLAIN

Cave-in! Cave-in!

Cave-in!

I think there are four men trapped. No, damnit!

I don't know, they're looking for them.

Send down the fucking cage!

It's coming.

Excuse me.

Give me another one.

Another day without work, Miguelín?

I may do some mining.

You weren't born to work.

More deaths.

It's the fifth this month.

Ismael! Ismael!

-Is Lina here? -What happened?

-A cave-in. -On Fidel's shift?

What happened?

What's going on?

There was an accident.

-What? -On Fidel's shift.

What should we do?

Here are the groceries, Lula.

Fidel?

We don't know.

Lina, wake up

and go, damnit!

Let's go. Covi, watch the kids.

Stay in control, okay? In control.

-It's fucking unjust! -There have been too many!

Fidel! Fidel!

Thank God!

We lost Ramiro, Lina.

Let me through! Let me through!

Oh, my God! What will become of me?

Fucking mine!

Son…

It's okay. He came out alive this time.

Another mining tragedy today,

a cave-in in the "Esperanza” mine

that trapped four miners, two of whom

were killed. Here we see the retrieval

of the body of Ramiro Velasco, a miner from Mieres.

The mining company has released

a press statement referring to the incident as

a "freak accident”.

Bullshit!

Does anyone believe that?

Things are going to blow up.

…the third accident this month…

It's over. They'll cut the cage, cement the opening,

-and goodbye. -Like in Santa Barbara.

No. They always say they'll close it, but they never do.

They just painted the crane.

They did that in Olloniego before closing it.

They'll use the deaths as an excuse and lay us off.

May he be the last one!

God, may he be the last! May he be the last!

Hi.

When's the meeting?

Tomorrow evening.

What do the dead care?

And the living? How are you?

I'm holding up.

-What's up? -I'll find you something.

Something what?

Don't be impatient!

What can happen to you?

They close? I'd love to be paid to do nothing.

That's easy to say. Imagine having two young kids

and not knowing what's going

to become of you.

Buy them a drink.

There's always work

if you look for it.

Work? What kind? Where?

We go from farms to mines to what?

To an amusement park.

You'll get early retirement.

You'll spend your time feeding the hens and playing dominos.

That's not bad.

Hold on, I still have a year before I'm eligible.

-Are you set up? -Me?

I'm living with my mom. I won't go back to the mine.

I may do some road construction.

Better asphalt than coal.

It's different when you're older.

Now we'll build freeways and use them to leave.

See you.

-He's up to something. -Yeah.

STRIKE

Careful!

Look out!

Come on! You're mixed up in this?

You've changed a lot.

So will you. We'll talk in the union office.

-I'm not a member. -It's time you joined!

Someone has to do the work.

I'm not sure…

Fidel, someone's chained himself to the altar.

Get him out, I have to say Mass.

Here.

Let's kick some ass!

-Cover your face! -l don't have to. Fuck them!

Bastards!

-What do you want? -What the hell?

Shouting does nothing.

But this is the fifth time this year!

I'm not moving!

If I starve, it's news.

Want to be a hero? To be on TV?

At least he has the balls to do something!

But not here!

Chain yourself to the mine.

The church is for priests.

How can I say Mass with a man chained here?

Pretend he's a statue.

Jesus fucking Christ!

Sorry, Father Nicanor.

Get some water!

Grab it! Grab it!

Get it out!

-You fucker! -What?

You've sold us out! They're cutting the cage

in the mine!

Calm down…

Calm down…

Whose side are you on?

Bastards!

Fuck!

Holy St. Barbara…

Holy St. Barbara…

Patron saint

of miners, look!

Look, Maruxina, look!

Look at how I've come.

Patron saint of miners, look!

Look, Maruxina, look!

Look at how I've come.

My shirt's all red…

My shirt's

all red…

…with a workmate's blood, look!

Look, Maruxina, look!

Look at how I've come.

…with a workmate's blood, look!

Look, Maruxina, look!

Look at how I've come.

…I went to sleep drunk

and I woke up the same way.

What the hell is happening?

I'm drunk again today.

Police took miner Julián Antuña out of St. John's Church

after he had locked himself in for 15 days.

The police cut the heavy chains which the miner had used

to bind himself to the altar.

The miner was taken to the Adaro Hospital.

For up the Rebollada hill my bride I'd have to carry.

Shut the fuck up!

…protesting

the conflict at the Esperanza mine,

which was closed one day

after a fatal accident…

Fuck, I bet the priest turned him in.

To "El Bala",

the miner with balls!

No, just a big mouth.

Relax and have some cider.

-l don't drink. -Come on, Fidel…

-Sorry, but you're… -Leave me alone.

Leave us alone. Don't spoil the party.

The party's already spoiled.

Your dad was the Extremaduran, wasn't he?

Yeah. So what?

He had balls. He protested in Madrid in '62.

But now miners just take the crap and get

a medal at 50 for working to death down there.

-Your brain's mixed up! -At least I have one.

I'm from Mieres, from Mieres,

from Mieres, yes it's true.

If you come to Mieres,

I'll buy a drink for you.

Fidel, take my place.

Yeah, right. I'm in no mood for cards.

Stop torturing yourself, man.

You're worried about the mine closing.

Retired at forty.

It's all over, Pepón.

Not everyone thinks like you.

There are compensation payments, retirement,

subsidies… They think it's goddamn great.

It is for now. But what about tomorrow?

What about the kids? A retired father, a town

without farming or mining…

Not even the fucking E.C. wants our cows!

I'm only 44 fucking years old! Half my life's ahead.

I'll spend it in bars playing cards?

I just want to work! It's my constitutional right!

Right, the Constitution…

Don't wait up for it.

Someone's got to explain!

Someone!

An explanation?

Ask that King of ours.

Tavio, I've figured it out!

Don't wrinkle my jacket.

We all have to march to Madrid!

What?

If we go with our families, they can't ignore us!

We can't stay home. If they don't like it, fuck them!

Go to Madrid?

It's not the first time.

Calm down, Fidel.

Carmina, hold my calls.

Let's see, Fidel…

-Madrid? What for? -What for?

The old revolutionary miner?

-What do you want to sell me? -Nothing.

Solutions are here in the office.

In negotiations with the government…

And first class tickets and mistresses.

Don't be simplistic. Your future is in our hands.

We have to negotiate.

What? Our silence?

The subsidies, the compensation… Your well-being.

Our well-being? You call staying at home all day well-being?

And our fucking dignity?

I just want to work,

if only to be a good model for my kids!

You know what?

My jacket!

Your jacket? Get a load of this!

-You're crazy! -It's necessary.

My mind's made up.

I think it's fucking great.

Be quiet and watch your mouth.

I have my own

opinion. Not like you,

you just have dad's.

Feed Pelayín before he goes to sleep.

You have to understand, Fidel needs me.

Mommy, can I take this?

-A sword? -A magic sword.

Yes, you can.

Mother… Mother…

Mother!

Open up, Goddamnit!

Have you thought it through, Lina?

It's what I have to do! And not just because he's my husband.

If everyone did it, things would change.

He manipulates you.

Lina, you should have married Tavio.

Mother, I'm here to say goodbye!

I'm not going to a war.

It's going to be embarrassing for us.

And what about the kids?

Is the road the place for them?

Don't do this to me.

Nicolás is excited about it.

You're not taking Pelayín?

For God's sake, don't do that! He's better off with us.

Mommy, I'm ready!

We'll, you'll hear from me.

Let's go.

Ismael, why didn't you call me to say goodbye to them?

Did they go? They'll be

back in four days.

I bet you they climb up to Pajares Pass.

No way.

I bet a roast lamb!

You're on.

Pachu, you won't believe what I've come to tell you.

I think he went crazy after Ramiro's death.

Now he's got the idea of going to see the King!

It's so embarrassing!

I'm going to spank his butt!

ASTURIAS HAS A FUTURE

Why right alongside the train tracks?

You're always complaining.

The train doesn't go by here anymore.

Nicolás!

Fuck! What are you doing?

-I'm hungry! -Wait till it's ready.

You're selfish! He'll eat it all!

Hold on and don't let go.

I'm holding the kid.

Nicolás, let us do this.

-l want to go home! -Don't be a pain.

He's having a hard time. And 240 miles more of this!

Don't contradict me around him.

How will he ever respect me? Pull!

-I am pulling! -Harder!

I want to watch TV!

Can you turn off the light?

I don't know… It was so hard getting him to sleep.

We have to sleep. He travels

in the stroller like a maharajah.

The light!

Goddamnit, Lina! You've spoiled him.

Give me your shades.

Fidel! Fidel!

-What's that? -l don't know.

Good afternoon.

What's more important? A king or a policeman?

A king.

Does the King have a camel?

He has everything, son.

We won't see him.

Why not?

The Three Kings only come at Christmas.

When will we make it to the summit?

Tomorrow at five P.M.

In less than two days? Why the hurry?

Trust me.

Daddy,

are we going up there?

Don't push the kid. He thinks we're on vacation.

Some people vacation

at the beach and others in the mountains. You got mountains.

Well…

We set up camp

in twelve minutes.

One thousand eight hundred.

1,800 what?

1,800 steps from Ujo to Villallana.

-You've counted them all? -No.

I count steps a minute and multiply them.

After Pajares, we'll see…

Mommy, I have to go pooh.

Hold on. You just realized that?

Where's the toilet paper?

-In my backpack. -Right.

Come on, Nico.

Hey! What are you doing? That's my helmet!

The kid's used to a chamber pot.

But don't use my helmet. It's for the King!

For the King?

Just take him behind a bush.

-Come on. -l don't want to.

Fine. Get in the tent.

You're sure the King will receive us?

I don't know. He doesn't know us.

You plan to just show up and ring the bell?

He'll hear about us.

How? No one else has found out yet.

If it's just a visit, we could go by bus.

Stop thinking about it so much.

Bean stew at night?

Yes, it has a lot of vitamins

and we're climbing a mountain tomorrow.

Here, let me.

You're clumsy.

Sorry, Lina. I got angry because…

Yes, I know.

Give me a kiss.

The kid…

He can't even see us.

Mommy, I have to go pooh.

Come on, we're almost there. Don't stop.

What's the hurry? It's not like

anyone's waiting for us.

The reporters are.

What reporters?

They're waiting at the summit.

How do you know?

Because I called them yesterday.

I told them to wait by the lodge. So hurry up.

-Why didn't you say so? -It's my thing.

-I push this thing too. -Trust me.

Christ, this woman!

Come on, a little farther!

Hey beautiful! Come up and I'll ride between your legs!

Just what I need. He should have his balls cut off.

Fidel! Fidel! Wait!

-What? -Hold this.

Let's see… Just like a cowboy, honey.

Mommy, is the King up there?

No, he's behind the mountains.

-Wait. -Up to the top, champ!

-Okay. -Here.

Wait.

-Got it? -Yeah.

Come on, Mommy!

We're almost there.

Where are the reporters?

I don't know. It's strange.

Daddy, I want an orange soda!

Okay. But not here, it's too expensive.

Let's go. Come on, Lina!

-Let's keep going. -We're stopping here.

-The phone, please? -In the back.

Come on, Nicolás.

What'll it be?

Two bottles

of water, a juice, and three sandwiches.

And two beers.

Where are you headed?

-Madrid. -That's far enough.

This one's for my pal.

-We're just leaving. -Don't reject it.

-Where are you from? -Mieres.

A miner!

That's right.

You miners sure raise hell.

When life's darker than coal…

No, it's a free country, you can do what you want.

But you know what?

Taking your family on the road…

But he's eating?

Yes, he's fine. He's eating well.

He's a little naughty, like you were.

He's fine!

How are you doing? Tell me about it.

I don't know how long I'll be able to take it.

Let me explain…

Lula! I've run out of coins. Goodbye!

…you do what you must. But your family stays home!

-How much is it? -1,700 pesetas.

The beer's on me.

Let's go.

Here, sweetheart. It's on the house.

Thank you, ma'am.

I've been coming here for years,

and I don't get shit. Some people have

all the luck!

Look more like clowns than miners.

Daddy, what did he say about clowns?

-What happened? -Asshole…

What did you do to him?

I don't know! He treated me like shit.

-Stand up to him. -And make a spectacle of myself?

I do that on the road.

Don't take it out on me. Shall we wait for the reporters?

No, let's go.

Put the kid to sleep.

Come out of there. What are you doing?

I'm working in a mine.

Time to sleep. I'll sing you a lullaby.

That's it… Good…

Go to sleep baby, go to sleep babe.

The Bagman will come

and take you away.

That's why he sleeps with the light on. You're scaring him.

They sang that to me.

They shouldn't have.

Don't worry. The Bagman doesn't exist.

Then tell me a story about clowns.

Fidel!

Fidel! You didn't sleep at all?

You know what?

This coal and I are cousins. We're useless now.

What's wrong?

I should be closed with the mine.

We don't work anymore.

-Like this… -What are you doing?

Mommy! Mommy!

-The Bagman! -Quiet, kid.

Calm down, kid.

The Bagman!

-It's a backpack. -Daddy! Mommy!

-Nicolás! -Nicolás!

-Another Bagman! -It's me.

I didn't do anything!

Bastard! Pervert!

Nicolás! It's all right, sweetheart.

-l just wanted some milk… -I'll show…

Fidel, the kid's fine!

That kid almost killed me with that shoe!

People treat me like shit.

Calm down, it's okay.

Not even the countryside is safe.

Okay, okay.

Don't use that drugstore crap. Try this, it's natural.

Thanks.

If people like us don't help each other, who will?

Hey, we're not like you.

You're one of us, right, champ?

What a little rebel!

Nicolás, don't.

Nicolás!

I have no place in this society.

But I have a right to exist.

Of course, we all do.

Although I like being outside of society.

Why do we need pension plans, cars, and savings accounts?

I don't give a shit about regulations

and community rules… That stuff is horrible.

Nicolás! Nicolás!

-What a little devil. -Come here.

Sit down.

What if you lose all that?

If you took away people's money and houses,

there'd be mass suicide!

Only about five of us

would survive.

Thank you. You don't want any, ma'am?

No, no. Thank you.

You have to accept your fate in life. What else can you do?

Protest.

What? Who would care?

Maybe nobody, but…

It's destiny. Lots of religions say so.

You have to just go along with it,

like a leaf in a river. All of this

is here for us.

Take what you need from the cosmic pantry.

Inside the tent, Nicolás.

My mission's in the north.

What mission?

-Have some. -l don't want any.

-It's good. -No, thanks.

-She's asleep. -I know.

And you're going that way. You've got it made.

The mission of the unprotected.

Things are going to change.

The people at the bottom will rise to the top.

You have energy.

Energy from the epicenter, from the stars.

Comrade…

Yes, comrade.

It's big for you, isn't it?

Still… Your mission is in the south.

I'm going to sleep.

Why? Stay.

Comrade…

I'll see you on July 17th, 2015.

See you then. If not, at the alligator thing.

Yes, woman. We'll get there tomorrow.

Come on, we're almost there!

Fidel! Fidel! Fidel!

Mommy, I have to pee.

Hold on.

I'm going to pee my pants.

All right, come on.

Come on.

Fidel… Fidel, come out!

-What? -Look!

What? What's wrong?

God! That son of a bitch robbed us!

He took our food.

And my boots?

No…

Lina, he took all our money!

-Is this for the King, too? -Put that down.

Daddy, here are some shoes.

Some shoes…

Some shoes…

I'll kill that bastard!

We have to go back.

-What about the boy? -No way.

No way? Where can we go without a cent?

Forward.

I'll call home for money and shoes.

-Forget it. -It's family!

Exactly!

You want everyone to think I'm a loser?

What can we do?

Like your father says:

don't let them see you're fucked.

So what will we do about food?

Wait.

I won't let us go hungry.

This is so embarrassing! What are we doing?

Calm down.

You're crazy! Let's go.

For lunch? This way, please.

Daddy, can I order spaghetti?

-Three set meals with wine. -All right.

-The ladies' room? -In the back.

-Can you move the bags? -Yes, sorry.

-Zaragoza to Paris, 12 hours. -No way!

Ask Damian, I was having a drink

with him the other day…

YOUR MAJESTY, I DEMAND A JOB

With that truck of yours? No.

What's that?

It's a miner who's going to Madrid

to see the King because he lost his job.

-Or the Prince… -No, the King.

-The King? -It says "Your Majesty".

-Let's go, too. Jesus…

-We'll go with him. -Christ…

Those assholes are truckers.

Did they say anything to you?

No, don't look.

Thank you.

You didn't call your sister?

How will you pay? We'll get thrown in jail.

For three meals?

Eat. We'll see.

-Fidel… -Don't look.

Please look.

-Cheers, friends! -Good luck!

Thank you.

Thanks.

What are you thinking?

Nothing.

Drink that and don't worry.

What now?

It's okay.

Excuse me.

The check, please.

The gentlemen at that table paid.

Thank you.

Nicolás!

Who gave that to you?

Those men. And this is for you.

Well!

Where did you get that from?

Grandma gave it to me for the trip.

Give it to Mommy, Nico.

It's mine!

-Give it to me. -Fidel!

-I'll pay you back in Madrid. -No, it's mine!

-I'll pay you back. -No, it's mine!

You're mean! You're mean! I'll tell Grandma!

You're mean!

Robbing your own child!

You've spoiled that kid!

Give it to me. I'll fix it tomorrow.

No, Lina.

What will he think when he's older?

That he has great parents that did a lot for him.

Here. Let's get some sleep.

And stop worrying so much!

Jesus…

They're too small.

There aren't any others.

Maybe if you break them in…

Excuse me!

You're going to see the King?

That's right.

We're from Nortevision. We're reporters.

Wake up Nico. They're from the TV.

No, it's just not done.

I don't even know who they are.

They're famous?

But I didn't even know they existed.

Right.

I decided to go to Madrid for my rights.

Cut! I'm not getting any sound.

Ready?

You can start.

-l decided… -Nicolás! Get away from there!

-l decided… -Hold on.

What now?

Let's do a test. Say something.

Say something, anything.

-Anything? -Anything that comes to your mind.

Nicolás!

Nicolás!

Oh, a sound check.

-One, two… -But with the right tone.

What tone?

Like you'll speak later.

I decided to go to Madrid for my rights…

Okay!

Count to five silently and start.

I decided to go to Madrid for my rights, for the right

to a decent job.

We'll ask the King. We come from a great place, Asturias,

and we represent miners from Asturias, Spain and Europe.

Mining work is about to disappear.

People talk about early retirement and subsidies,

but what about tomorrow? What about our kids?

We're going to Madrid hoping people will understand us

and support us.

Miners always…

Monse, I cut it. It's too long.

You cut when I tell you to cut.

Could you summarize that?

You're doing great.

This is for a short news program,

and it has to be dynamic, right?

Right.

I decided to go to Madrid…

Cut!

What's wrong?

If he repeats it, it will seem acted.

If you want…

No, no, that's okay.

We'll do some close-ups… I got it!

Look at the camera and say "And now what?"

And now what?

Stronger.

It's a summary of your speech.

"And now what?" Your voice serious.

And now what?

More dramatic. The whole world is watching!

-And now what? -Perfect!

Nicolás!

MINER GOES TO MADRID

Okay.

"Miner goes to Madrid". The tent.

"Miners eating".

Go on, eat!

We don't have any food.

That's okay, pretend you do.

Now we'll do you taking down the tent.

Ready?

-Is that it? -That's it.

All right, let's tape it.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Do you get Nortevision?

Sometimes.

What do you want?

-Two grape juices. -And a Coke.

We'll play again.

Can you put Nortevision on?

Put it on yourself.

Thank you.

-Did you talk to Lula? -Yes.

You told her two o'clock?

Yes, I did.

Are you sure?

Yes. The whole village must know.

They got through Pajares.

You can order the lamb now.

If Fidel doesn't hurry, we'll eat it without you.

They're fucking crazy. Wandering around like gypsies.

-Shut up! -Fuck, it's starting!

Now you'll hear Fidel.

… different ways to vacation.

But the family we're going to show you

are doing it in a original manner. Felipe,

his wife, and their son…

Who's Felipe?

…walking from Asturias to Madrid,

almost 300 miles,

so that Felipe can meet the King.

"Felipe"? Jesus Christ…

We witnessed a full day

of unusual family life,

and we followed them several miles.

Before we show this footage, I must confess

it was an unforgettable experience.

And now what?

Monse Bernaldo de Quirós. Nortevision.

After a word from our sponsor,

more fascinating stories. Don't miss them!

What was that?

What about our problems?

Lina looked terrible.

At least they're seeing other places.

-They're not on vacation. -They looked like it.

Turn that damn thing off!

I don't understand.

It's those reporter sons of bitches.

I'd dynamite them!

What shame, Pachu! If you'd seen them on TV…

Looking like that,

with that sign like he was Christ on Calvary!

If I could,

I'd get on the bus and bring them back.

At least the child, the poor thing.

It's not all Fidel's fault. You should be here

to assert your authority. Your authority?

You never had blood in your veins,

you wimp!

Daddy, I'm hungry!

Soaml.

I want a ham sandwich!

There aren't any, Nicolás.

Are you the family from Asturias?

Yes.

Get in the jeep, please.

What did we do? What for?

To see the mayor.

-Why? -l don't know. Come on.

Yes, Don Fernando, we found the man you want.

Here in Villalobos.

And you called during our village festival.

Yes, I'll put him on.

But I just wanted to say that here in the village

we always listen to your show

and I give you my most ephemeral congratulations.

And why don't you come

do your show from our village?

Well, if possible,

at next year's festival.

Right… And today

is our big gastronomy day.

Yes, lamb stew…

and peppers…

How about that?

I'll hold you to that.

It would be an honor for Villalobos.

No, not "Villaglobos", Villalobos.

Vi-lla-lo-bos!

Yes, I'll put him on. Yes.

But I'm going to hold you to that.

And the village needs

a local radio station! Yes. Bye.

Fernando? Yes, it's me.

Fidel. My name's Fidel.

Good morning.

Your other guests…

Nicolás!

-I'm hungry! -Sorry.

What a handsome boy! Who are you?

Nicolás.

That smells good.

Lamb stew?

I'm starving.

No, it's not that.

I'm not just asking for a job…

yes, but also I'm denouncing a bad situation.

Is it good?

Some sangría, it'll relax you.

Keep your spirits up.

Will we always eat like this?

Eat and be quiet.

The European mining growth rate?

Let's see, who am I speaking to?

An engineer. Right.

Have you been in a mine?

You don't know…

Goddamnit to hell! Enough words!

I'm a miner, son of an Extremaduran immigrant,

and I've had 15 years of daily mine work!

Never knowing if I'd come out alive!

What crime did I commit to have to hear an engineer…

tell me what a mine is?

Time for ads? Go to hell!

I take it all on myself,

making sure my wife and kid don't worry.

That's commendable.

We're a day and a half ahead, without too much effort.

I am sure we'll get there

ahead of schedule.

I don't think we'll make it. It gets harder and harder.

At times it seems I'll stop and stay there.

But your husband…

I can't leave him alone.

If he knew what I think, it would destroy him.

He needs someone by his side.

I can get to Madrid without anyone's help!

Nobody's stopping me now!

"Much cheap".

Listen. The word isn't "much",

it's "fuck".

"Fuck cheap".

What have you got? This is nothing.

-How much is this? -3,000 pesetas.

That's an expensive fuck.

-How does the kid feel? -He has fun.

He learns more than he would in school.

And everyone we meet encourages us.

He stole everything we had! Money, food,

even my black panties!

How can people be so bad?

There's only one solution if they won't listen to reason!

And now a pasodoble, dedicated to the singer Fabiola del Río.

Fidel!

Hi, Lina.

Come on.

Christ, didn't he stay with the cook?

-He threw a tantrum. -It doesn't matter.

Fidel, the kid…

He's sleeping like a log.

Have you been drinking mint brandy with tequila?

Only one.

For once I've got it up…

-God, that feels good… -Quiet.

Careful, he's moving.

Slowly… slowly…

What the hell is in this backpack?

Look for yourself.

Why did they give you all this?

Some people are bad, others are good.

More people know about us every day.

-You mean the radio? -Forget the radio.

Let's get going, we're halfway there.

Who are they?

Another family with packs!

-Let's go. -They're calling to us.

-Let's go, Lina! -Hello!

We caught up with you quickly.

They said you were moving fast,

but no. We started in Villablino.

We were headed for my brother's in France,

but we heard

there was another family like us.

What do you want?

To join your cause.

Look… Apart from carrying a sign, which is a good idea,

we should ask

other people to join us.

Listen…

We've been walking for days and we're happy by ourselves.

If you have a cause, go walk

-on some other road. -Come on…

Why do that if we have the same cause?

I'm a miner, too. A professional.

A miner? And Portuguese, right?

We've lived here five years.

They closed my mine, should I

go back to Bragança?

My family and I

wanted to start a new life.

It's our cause, too.

What? I'm going to see the King!

We'll go together.

What? You have no King!

Fidel!

They say all Europeans have the same rights.

I want to fight for mine, Fidel.

Don't call me Fidel, I don't even know you.

Instead of fucking with people, go get a job!

I don't want any of those shit jobs!

Then go home!

This is my home. I'm European!

Again!

They're not interested,

after all we've been through.

We should go.

After coming all the way here?

They can ignore us if they want.

They've fucked us over, we'll do the same.

I have a right to a job, too. Come on.

This is awful.

It's better to go in a group. They seem nice.

Nico can play with their kids.

You wanted lots of families to go.

Lina, don't give me shit.

I won't swallow that "European" bullshit.

He wants to pass us and get the spotlight!

And he's on our road!

Let's see… Why do you want to copy me?

Can't you see the more of us there are, the better?

Solidarity among European peoples, right?

Fuck Europe! I'm from Asturias.

People there do what they must to survive. Get behind me.

Asturias, Asturias…

And who are you to tell me where to walk?

Augusto, we have to stop.

-I don't feel well. -Now?

What are you doing, Fidel? Why can't we rest, too?

That woman looks ill.

-Daddy, I have to pee. -We're not stopping.

Don't think about it.

Okay, but I have to pee.

Nicolás, don't screw things up.

The stroller won't fit in here!

We'll get robbed again.

They're harmless.

-Then why follow us? -To get what you want.

For God's sake, Fidel!

Come on!

We've been walking all morning!

Seven miles. That's discipline.

And they're still asleep!

Come on, Nico. We're going.

See? People know about us.

Fidel! We're going to get a job!

I WANT AJOB I'M EUROPEAN

My trumpet!

Fidel!

We're going to get a job, Fidel!

No, Mom's at the supermarket.

Yes. And where are you how?

Medina de Rioseco?

Where's that?

No, don't worry.

Yes, right.

Call later, she'll be here.

Yes, everyone's fine, don't worry.

Okay, goodbye.

-I didn't want her to worry. -Bad idea.

Pepdn's on his deathbed and she's on the road!

Did you want anything?

I'm just waiting for my wife.

Hell, another family with a sign!

What's that?

Yes, the other one went by ten minutes ago.

Ten minutes ago?

Let's go, Nico.

Those poor people.

They think they're smart.

I bet they don't have their papers.

No one stopped us!

Let's go, Lina.

What's up?

This is absurd.

For you, maybe. We're going on.

Lina, your Dad's in the hospital. It's bad.

Oh, God!

How could I do this knowing he's sick? Come on, son.

Lina, I'll keep going.

And leave me alone?

What about my dad?

You're leaving me! Your dad would want me to continue.

Fidel, come with us.

I want to see the King.

No, you have to be with Mommy and Pelayín.

Tavio, have you got any money? I'll pay you back.

That's enough, thanks.

HOSPITAL

Dad…

What are you doing here? Where's Fidel?

How could you leave him alone?

How do you feel?

Fuck me!

You have to get to Madrid!

Go back to him right now!

Shut up!

Come on, shut up!

Silence!

Silence!

Come on, quiet!

KEEP GOING, FIDEL OUR COMRADE

It's okay, sweetheart, It's all right.

What does that say?

Go inside, honey.

What does it say?

That Daddy's a good guy.

Here you go, honey.

Hey baby, let's have a mojito.

Shitty day. Nobody wants a mojito.

Fuck! A dead body!

Dead, no. Alive.

Don't move!

-No shout. No police. -Okay, but go.

-This place mine. -Bullshit!

Me first.

But I'm from here and you're not.

-So fuck off. -No.

Well, let's make a deal.

This place is mine, that's yours.

This mine.

No call police?

No, man, no.

No have papers.

I go to… Holland.

White car accident.

Many police,

many brothers. I walk…

to Holland.

My name Jihad.

"Chikad"?

No, Ji-had.

You go France? Work?

No, I go Madrid. Protest.

Protest? What protest?

For a decent job.

Me, too. Job! Dollars!

"Decent", not "dollars". I'm walking as a protest.

I want decent job, too. I protest.

No, you'd better not. Let's rest up.

Wife, madame, mia donna.

Sons of me.

I also have two.

They wait at home. Come to Holland

when I make much money.

Mohammed… sorry, I forgot your name…

You and me, the same.

You realize we're the same?

Fuck, look at us!

Two fathers trying to feed their kids.

Yes, kids

eat much, dress them,

and study…

Ahmet, Halem.

Mine, Nicolás and Pelayín.

You're fucking great, Mohammed! Great!

Come on,

let's celebrate this!

I'm going to buy you a drink.

I bet you don't have this at home.

-A drink, honey? -Get the redhead.

Vanessa!

You like her, right?

Hi, sweetheart. How are you?

Fine. This is my friend Mohammed.

Hi.

What are you having?

-What do you want? -Water.

I no drink alcohol.

-And a mint brandy tequila. -Whatever you want.

Why can't you people drink alcohol?

Who the hell would know?

What about…?

Not that either?

Hell of a God you've got.

There's a free room. You and me in the dark.

Maybe later. I have to take a leak.

Sit down.

Have fun.

Hey!

What's wrong?

-Let him go! -He's yours?

Mohammed, come.

You're not leaving.

My brother and I are having a drink.

He can't have anything. You can finish

your drink.

I have your permission?

Another glass of water. And you come here!

Looking for trouble?

Call the police, baby!

Mohammed!

You know what?

You need to be taught a lesson.

You, get up!

Here's the other one!

Hey, you! Stand up!

What the fuck?

"What the fuck?"

Wake up!

Get outside.

You see? He broke the chain on the door.

It's that Arab! I bet he's stolen something!

You hear? You steal anything, Mohammed?

I no rob, door open.

He has a name! Some respect!

Respect for thieving Arabs?

They should stay in their country!

He has a name!

Shut up. Put your hands on the door.

You're into to defending Mohammeds?

It's easy to be tough with a uniform on!

-Watch your mouth! -You watch yours.

Handcuff him and put him in the van.

And to jail! You love it!

Come on, let's go!

Fidel!

Thanks for everything, Tavio.

-l knew I could trust you. -Yeah.

I'll pay you back later…

That's not important.

-Let's go to Mieres. -Mieres?

-Madrid! -You think the King will see you?

Think a bit, come home.

Two days in jail isn't enough?

My only regret is Jihad's deportation.

You did that well, insulting the Civil Guards.

That's a useless struggle!

-A useless struggle? -It's childish stubbornness.

No one cares about you!

Imagine that kind of thing…

Why is my mother here?

She paid your bail.

Mother,

what the hell?

-More respect! -Will you keep going?

Like the song says: "Trouble makes a miner strong."

Did you know about the protests

-of solidarity with you? -What protests?

The demonstrations and barricades in Mieres.

Barricades…? Tavio, you asshole!

That's enough!

Fidel, we're going home!

Mother! Mother, wait.

I'm not turning back now.

You're crazy!

What did your dad change when he did it?

He had his dignity!

Dignity?

Your family eating beans for four months is dignity?

Let's not start.

You have two kids, don't forget that!

I won't.

And you've left your wife alone.

People are talking…

-Mind your own business! -Watch your mouth!

Calm down, Carmen.

I wanted to keep you out of that mine!

Let's go to Mieres.

You're making a fool

out of yourself!

Are you the miner who's going to Madrid?

-Yes, I am. -You're wife's on the radio.

How's the weather?

Like always, a bit cloudy.

-Are you with your children? -Of course.

Is walking to Madrid the best solution?

Yes, yes. Of course. It's difficult,

after working in the mine for 12 years,

to go on the road.

If your husband were listening right now, what would you tell him?

I don't know.

He wouldn't be listening.

Try it, say something.

Well…

Well… to keep it up,

that we love him,

and that his sons are proud of him.

Thank you, Lina, for your time.

-All the best. -Thank you.

We'll go on to other stories here on National Radio,

stories I'm sure will interest you…

-You're calling from…? -Badalona.

Do you agree with this miner?

Yes I do, I think it's great because…

he's tried everything else already. It's great.

-You're calling from…? -Zamora.

What do you think of what he's doing?

-I think it's awful. -Why?

It's a very narrow interpretation of the Constitution.

Isn't defending a job a good reason?

No, it's not such a good reason.

Because everyone wants progress, they want…

Daddy, Fidel's on TV! Turn it on!

A story

of a family's bravery. Fidel Fernández is a miner who,

when his mine was closed,

began a feat that's worth commenting on.

He's come from his village, Mieres, to Madrid

in order to see the King and tell him

about the situation of Spain's miners.

Fidel Fernández began his trip a month ago

and has traveled almost 240 miles…

I think the King will receive him.

He doesn't receive just anyone.

Two drinks says he does.

-Four. -Okay.

You're on.

…didn't give in, but continued on alone.

I said I'd get to Madrid, and I'm going to do it.

Fuck! It's that great miner guy!

And I want to say hello to my wife and sons…

He gave me these boots.

The questions

we all ask now are:

Will he get to the palace gates?

Will he find them open or closed? We'll follow…

Here's to you, buddy!

…to its exciting conclusion.

Is the TV on? Has he been on yet?

I'll believe it when I see the King.

Shall we bet another lamb?

I'm so proud! My son with the King! I knew it!

What do you think?

He'll want to see the Pope.

I'll go straight to Rome.

Quiet! He's on!

Hurry! It's beginning!

And now, today's Royal audiences.

Today there is one that's unusual,

but since it's so human

it's gotten the attention of the media.

King Juan Carlos has just received

a man who deserved the visit

because of his perseverance and courage.

The miner Fidel Fernández walked

the almost 300 miles that separate Mieres

and the palace

to present to the King

a living testimony to the problems

of his community.

It's my son!

He looks so handsome!

Mommy…

-Is that the King? -Yes, dear.

Holy shit!

Look, Mommy! The helmet!

FIDEL WALKED 753,230 STEPS FROM MIERES

TO THE ZARZUELA PALACE

MANY SPANISH FAMILIES, FINDING

THEMSELVES IN A SIMILAR SITUATION,

DECIDED TO EMULATE FIDEL'S FEAT

AND MARCHED TO MADRID

TO BE RECEIVED BY THE KING.

ARMY INTERVENES TO CONTAIN MARCHING FAMILIES

LAW ENFORCEMENT AGENCIES UNABLE TO CONTAIN AVALANCHE OF PEOPLE

MAYOR: "NO MORE LABOR PROTESTS IN MADRID"

FIDEL WAS HIRED BY A VALENCIAN TOY FACTORY

HE SPENDS EVERY SUMMER IN MIERES AND EVERYONE PRAISES HIS PAELLAS

TO THE MINERS WE LOST ON THE WAY

From the memory of times long past

I come to the same conclusion.

God is on our side

as long as we stand united.

If the chain is strong,

the links won't break.

Keep your eye on your dollars,

the detonator and the dynamite.

"Miners stand together,”

Cry out our hearts.

Keep your eye on your dollars,

the detonator and the dynamite.

"Miners stand together,”

Cry out our hearts.

Keep your eye on your dollars,

the detonator and the dynamite.

Keep your eye on your dollars,

the detonator and the dynamite.