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BLUE SUMMER

THE POCKET KNIFE

Go to hell.

Here, kid. Take it.

But what are you doing? What have you done? Savages!

Vandal. Criminal.

Leave me in peace, lady.

Should I leave you in peace? You and your friends are vandals.

Bea.

Bea.

- What's going on? - Are you coming or not?

Wait a minute, I'm going now.

I won't wait any longer.

If you don't come now I'll go.

What's your problem? If you want to go alone, go then.

All right, goodbye.

Javi.

Javi.

Wait a second, I'm coming.

How annoying.

What's the hurry?

I've waited for half an hour.

Where are you going with that, pal?

With this? You guess. Where would I go? Fishing.

Count me out, man.

You could have told me before so I wouldn't have come.

Didn't we agree to go fishing?

Look man, I don't know, but today I don't feel like doing that.

You've all made me angry today.

Go jump in a lake.

As if I needed company to go fishing.

Hi, Pi.

Don't stay so long in the water, Desi. Your bazookas will swell.

Don't ever talk to me again. Do you understand?

Besides chubby, she's hysterical. Poor girl.

Why are you being mean to her?

Why? Because I want to. Anything wrong with that?

She hasn't done anything to you.

So what? I'm mean to her because I please.

How about you. Why are you messing around with me?

Because I also want to. Take that.

Hi, Bea.

Hi, Julia. Would you like an ice cream?

Okay. Strawberry, please. I'm surprised to see you here at this hour.

Why aren't you on the beach?

I'm going now. I was watching those vandals being arrested.

What vandals?

- Didn't you hear? - No.

Some guys from the chalets up there,

who destroyed telephone booths and wreaked havoc with their motorcycles.

They've just taken them to the police station. What a disgrace.

Who are they? Do you now them?

Just by sight. They're from Madrid

and they're here on vacation. My father knows them.

We're not doing great today.

I'm also coming from the grocery store without my tomatoes.

At Vincent's there was a quarrel with some customers.

What's going on today in this town?

Everybody is in a bad mood. They get mad about silly things.

Tell me about it. Even Desi is in a bad mood today. We had a fight.

You too? It must be the weather.

Five, eight, six, seven, nine.

Three, four, seven. I win.

- Hi, Frasco. - Hi.

They told me you wanted me to come here.

What's the matter?

The diver was here yesterday evening and left this lottery ticket for you.

Good luck. It'll be your birthday gift.

Nice number, yes sir.

I just don't understand

why the diver plays the lottery so often,

if he's convinced that he has bad luck.

Would you like a glass?

No, it's too early for me. Besides, my stomach is upset.

I'm not feeling well. What do the newspapers say?

What else? The same as every day:

murders, revolutions, wars, deaths. Deaths and more deaths.

One reads what they tell each other and they all pretend they're right.

No one's right to shed someone's blood.

Look "snub-nosed", don't mess with me.

You've lost and I played by the rules.

Frasco, tell me how much I owe you. Cheater here screwed me up.

Not like that, pal. Peacefully and without insults.

The only one who knows about cheating is your father.

Don't touch me.

Are you going to beat me snub-nosed? Serve us another round that I'll pay.

No more wine in this house.

But Frasco, man. We're not children. Give us another round.

We're customers in a public space and we know our rights.

I've said that there's no more wine for you in this house.

So, get your friends and your rights and take them for a spin.

Well, we'll have to go then.

Frasco is a friend of my father and I don't wanna cause him trouble.

Besides, the one to blame here is you who are a bad looser.

I know how to loose, but you're a jerk.

Don't make anything stupid, sons.

Chanquete.

Let snub-nosed go. Leave him to me.

Let them, friend. Let them kill themselves.

That's enough snub-nosed.

Get out of here forever. Do you understand?

Don't ever come back again.

You too, out. In my house only drinks whoever knows how pee.

Come on, go away.

And you, get out through the back door.

The same goes to you: don't ever come back.

Come on. Go away.

Here, Frasco. Calm down.

Cheers.

Chanquete.

Hello Julia, good morning. How are you? Smells like roasted chicken.

Yes, freshly made.

But... what happened to you? It looks like...

Yes, it's blood.

That hot thing we have inside

and which boils inside some for no reason.

Two boys went into a fight at Frasco's.

What winds are blowing today?

Everyone is angry. All fight. It seems a thing of the devil.

Leave the devil out of it. Violence is generated by ourselves.

Yes, even the kids are revolted.

They have quarreled among them.

Everything is contagious, except beauty.

The world is full of hatred. We breathe it, we have it within,

and we then blame someone else's devil.

Are you in a hurry? - No.

Lets walk while I tell you how I once was invaded by hatred.

Our boat was crossing the Atlantic.

It was just a commercial vessel, unarmed and with a neutral flag.

Suddenly a submarine appeared from the starboard side and destroyed us.

The crew didn't even have time to launch a escape boat.

Coming back to my point.

I was very young, and that's were I had my baptism of hatred.

Hanging to a piece of wood, wounded and with only one thing in mind.

A desire to kill someone.

If I were in front of someone from the submarine crew at that moment,

even if they were tied up and dying,

I'd have given my life for a weapon to kill them.

A machine gun, a hammer, a knife,

any weapon would have been precious to me then.

That's hatred, Julia.

I felt it inside me.

Without knowing it and planted within me by those who destroyed us.

But the cause doesn't matter.

To me, the worst part was the realization that I could also kill.

And I started thinking and controlling myself.

And running away from any violent situation,

even at the risk of being called a coward.

A coward? No, a coward is the one who kills.

What are you looking at?

Something only I can see, in many of my dreams.

It's like a nightmare. Broken bodies of sailors,

good people who never hurt anyone.

It's curious... - What's curious?

How difficult we people are to be known.

- Do you say it for me? - No, everybody. And yes, you too.

the first time one sees you one thinks: here is a simple man,

with a good character. Trustworthy and incapable of hurting anyone.

However, you say that you also carry hatred somewhere in your soul.

Well you know, time... Time is also a distance.

It gives us some perspective among ourselves and our lives' events.

When I remember it, believe me, I no longer feel hatred.

Only compassion. Both for the victims and the killers.

As if we all shared the same cruelty.

Julia. Chanquete.

Look who's here.

What are they carrying?

Hello couple.

Have you made peace?

- Yes - That's good. The world's better now.

What's that device?

- Show them the plans, Pi. - Plans?

Well, this is something really fantastic, yes sir.

Look, Julia.

But it shouldn't be disclosed until we build it.

It's a Martian robot.

Controlled by radio.

It looks like a nice guy.

No way. It'll be a horrible guy. We want to spread terror on the beach.

Do you know the carpenter?

Who? Matthew? Yes, "shavings" is my friend.

We wanted you to ask him... You tell him, Tito.

We want him to lend us some tools and let us build our robot in his shop.

So that's what you wanted.

Well Julia, I'm sorry but this is a serious issue.

You'll have to continue walking your dead chicken alone.

It's a pity you won't try the specialty of "Julia's house",

with food from various regions.

Malaga's chicken, Galician bread and Catalan champagne.

What beautiful things you say, Julia.

By the way.

Speaking of meals, the day after tomorrow is Chanquete's birthday,

and to mark that special day, that tricky sailor's tradition

is to treat his friends to prawns at Frasco's tavern.

I expect to see you there.

Chanquete.

What?

I and him...

I mean he and I appreciate your friendship very much.

In that case, I expect you two there too.

And the rest of the gang? Can we tell them?

Yes, let's go step by step. That's another matter.

I only invite peaceful people to my party.

And I understand that the gang is revolted.

Yes, nobody talks to anybody.

Well, in that case it's not possible.

Only those who have no enemies are Chanquete's friends. Let them know.

Let's go and see "shavings".

What's wrong?

Nothing. Don't be alarmed. Today my body is not in its best.

Come on, let's go see the carpenter.

Who is it?

Moncho.

Who?

Moncho, Fanelo's son.

What are you doing here?

Are you sick?

Let's say I'm not very well. What do you want?

I need to talk to you.

You picked a bad time.

I've just drank a cocktail to see if I can sweat out this shaking,

which comes at a bad time.

Could we talk tomorrow?

Of course, if you're ill there's no choice.

Well, if it's so urgent, come on in.

And close that door. The last thing I need now is an air draft.

What would you like to tell me? Come on.

You were at Frasco's yesterday when "snub-nosed" and I fought.

What else?

And you know that Frasco forbade me to enter his tavern.

Sure. That's the least one can do to a trouble maker. But go on.

Well, it doesn't matter to me, but

But what? Speak.

My father is a friend of Frasco, you know,

and now that he found out, he won't let me enter the house,

as long as Frasco won't let me get into his tavern.

I don't care about that either, but

Another but?

But the problem is my mom.

She got angry and had a discussion with my father.

What do I have to do with this family dispute, boy?

Don't be oblivious. If you'd talk to Frasco, this could be solved.

You wished.

The last thing I'd ask Frasco

was to admit someone with a knife in his tavern.

You don't have a clue, son.

What do you mean by that?

You're disgusting. You and everyone of you kind.

The kind that carry a knife in their pockets to feel like men.

You're a pest, a bunch of cowards. You're full of shit.

I came to ask you a favor. Not to be insulted.

Don't make me loose my temper because...

What? You'll pull out your knife. Is that it?

Of course, if you brat ever have to taint it with blood,

you'll be disgusted with yourself. Otherwise, it'll be even worse.

Because it'll mean you're no longer a man but just a beast.

Okay. The same crap ever. The same thing my father said.

You both know nothing about life.

It takes balls, you know. It takes balls to be respected.

Otherwise they step over you.

Goodbye. I've already seen what your position is.

One comes to ask for a favor and is given a moral speech.

Moncho.

You're a coward. You're a man only in appearance.

Repeat that. Show me that you're brave.

Frasco was only ten when his father died.

He was left alone in the world with his older brother Jacinto.

He was eight years older and took care of him.

Until in the next year's procession,

Jacinto tried to break a stupid fight between brave men like you

and was stabbed in the stomach.

He bled to death right there in the party, in Frasco's arms.

Frasco hates pocket knifes. Do you understand?

And you were lucky he didn't break your head in two yesterday.

Listen, Javi

What?

Chanquete is sick. Pancho told me.

Do the others already know it?

I don't think so.

- Let's tell them then. - Come on.

Bea. Did you know that Chanquete is sick?

What's wrong with him?

I don't know. Javi told me. We're gonna tell Julia. Are you coming?

It'll be worse than Frankenstein.

Look Pi.

Black. Did thy give you black ink?

Yes, and the largest brush. But the others have already made up.

No kidding.

Seriously. They were going together to Julia's house,

to tell her that Chanquete is sick.

They have no shame. I bet you it's just a trick.

They pretend they're friends again to let Julia see them and tell Chanquete,

so he'll let them go to his party.

And if they all go, there won't be many prawns left for us. Bummer.

Breathe

Again

Breathe

This doesn't look pretty.

Did you sailor think you could cure yourself with cocktails?

I've done it so many times.

It must have been different, because this time you got it.

What did I get?

One of these tablets every two hours

or before if you get over 38°C.

And an injection every six hours.

You must have the first one as soon as possible.

Give it to me, Doctor.

And let's see if you have better sense my friend.

Both you and I are already too old to make stupid things

and let things complicate.

Are those injections really necessary?

I don't like to be pricked.

I must've had just a couple of injections

in my whole life.

I don't like it.

You don't. Who would like it? Sometimes you talk like a child.

All right, will I be able to go to Frasco's tomorrow? It's my birthday.

In an ambulance. Why not?

Am I so sick?

Come on man, calm down.

Behave yourself.

Julia and the doctor are taking too long.

Why don't we go see what's happening?

They told us to wait here.

Of course, it can be contagious. Did you see him, Javi?

Chanquete? Yes I did.

And how was he?

He didn't look very well of course.

He complained of stomachache and headache.

I can't imagine him sick. I've never seen him sick.

There they come.

Yes, I've scared him a bit because he's very stubborn.

Otherwise, he'd not get cured and might undergo complications.

He's still a strong man but his heart

has already worked a lot, of course.

Is it serious, Julia?

What do all of them have to do with this?

No, it's nothing serious if he does what I've told him, of course.

They're here for the same reason as I. We're friends of Chanquete.

Well, okay. Bye everyone. Goodbye kid.

Are you going back?

Yes, I'm going to the pharmacy and to talk to the assistant.

Pancho and you stay with him until I come back, okay?

And you'd better go home, okay?

How unlucky it is to get sick for your birthday.

Tell me something, Pi. Can somebody die in his birthday?

Yes, of course. But it would be a damn coincidence.

Yes, I heard. First contractions. Why wouldn't I understand it?

Thank you, goodbye.

the assistant has just gone into labor.

The assistant?

Yes. The baby will be born with seven months. She was taken to Villaplana.

Our hospital has no facilities for premature babies.

The assistant is a woman, isn't she?

Of course. A man couldn't have a premature baby.

I figured that out.

Give me half a dozen disposable syringes too.

Hey. Are you going to give the injections by yourself?

What?

Are you going to give me the shot, Julia?

Come on, get over it.

And don't make that scary face. I have a good hand for this.

It's illegal to give injections.

Only if you haven't been trained.

And I have. Before painting I already pricked many buttocks.

Buttocks, Chanquete. I said buttocks.

But, Julia, please don't...

Come on. If it crystallizes, it will be more painful.

I haven't pricked you yet.

Haven't you?

There. It's done.

Obviously. You think I didn't notice?

I really prefer a cocktail. These inventions are not for me.

I'm a decent sailor.

Come on in, Javi.

- Hi - Hi.

What's that?

It's a sleeping bag.

Why the hell should I need a sleeping bag?

It's for me. Thank you, Javi.

Are you ...?

- ...going to spend the night here? - Yes. I'm a good nurse, you'll see.

You know what, boys? The big man is a sissy.

He almost fainted from an injection.

I don't like them either.

Of course, because you're a normal person.

How many more pricks are left?

The next is at 2 a.m. Now rest if you can.

What are you laughing about?

Nothing. If I fall asleep, you won't be able to sleep.

They say the boat shakes with my snoring.

I'm a bad cabin fellow, you'll see.

If you need anything else...

No, thanks. You can go.

There's no hurry. How is he?

So so. He has a high fever. But it should go down now and let him sleep.

See you tomorrow, Chanquete.

See you tomorrow.

Go with God my friends.

Thank you.

They're good people, these kids.

And it seems that there's peace again in the group.

Yes, they're getting along well again.

That's a good start.

We're already closer to world peace.

Julia. The lights.

Light, Julia. Turn on the light, please.

Calm down Chanquete.

I want Light, Julia.

Julia, a little water, please. Give me some water.

The fever rose again.

Water.

Get up a little.

Take this.

Come on, go to sleep.

No, I don't wanna sleep. To see certain things, I'd rather don't sleep.

Yes, you were delirious and yelled in your dream but it'll pass. You'll see.

They were all there. Do you understand?

All the sailors on the boat which sank forty years ago.

My friends, my colleagues.

They wanted me to go with them. To get all my junk

and follow them to the bottom of the sea.

Come on, don't talk, calm down.

Don't turn that light off, Julia. I don't wanna sleep.

I know I'm giving you a bad night,

No. Don't worry about it.

They were all there and they were like before

Because dead people don't age, Julia.

All right, calm down. Rest. I won't let you, okay?

Am I talking nonsense?

Not you, it's the fever.

What time is it?

Three fifteen.

I don't wanna sleep before dawn.

At dawn I'll feel better. You'll you see.

I have an appointment in Frasco's, and I promised to treat the kids.

Once the fever goes down, I'll go fish some prawns.

Get better, even without any prawns. The kids will be very happy anyhow.

They like you a lot because you get along very well with them.

Yes. Those who are going and someone who's already coming back

necessarily cross each other somewhere along the road.

Not everything has to do with roads.

It's not easy to return with the arms opened as you do.

That's what they like.

I have often thought that the mistake of many parents, and adults in general,

is to treat children as if they were something still incomplete.

They treat them as what they will be, and not as what they already are.

The adult world is not more important, nor more real

nor truer than the child's world.

And very often what they will be is not necessarily

better than what they already are.

I myself don't feel more valuable or more complete now than as a child.

How about you? Do you feel the same?

It happens to me that whenever I wonder who I truly am,

I always see the girl I was.

Well, somehow I continue to be that child.

Julia, I think neither you nor I have matured.

Perhaps we're kind of maturity retarded.

Jokes aside, Chanquete. You could have been an excellent father.

Why didn't you married? You must have been very handsome.

More than one woman must have been crazy about you.

Crazy?

No. I've never driven any women crazy. I swear.

All the ones I met were already crazy.

Well, not all of them.

The truth is I met a wise one.

And she almost drove me crazy.

It was a long time ago.

To get settled implied a big change of life.

I told myself: I'll think about it, and sailed away again.

And when I came back and set foot on firm ground,

life had already gone by.

How short is life when you look back.

Still much time until dawn?

A couple of hours.

God. Do you believe in God?

No, sorry. I didn't want to ask that question.

That's a personal matter.

I'll put it in another way.

You see, all the images in churches, representing the eternal father

as an old man are mistaken, I think.

They're just symbols.

But badly chosen. That's what I meant.

If God exists and time doesn't count for him,

God is eternally a child. Never an old man.

Old men become bored.

Children play. Yes, they play.

- Good morning, Frasco. - Hello boy.

Give me a bottle of red wine and sparkling water.

Ah, the water completely full. Or my uncle will say I played with it.

Your uncle might have some reason to suspect.

- Will you let go the bottle? - Wait a moment, Pancho.

I think I'll need it.

Are you splitting? Didn't we come to do it?

Get aside, Pancho. There will be show.

You haven't lost anything here. How do I have to tell you?

- Wait, Frasco. Let's talk. - There's nothing to say.

Chanquete said that if we both came together,

you'd serve us and he'd pay the bill.

So. Has Chanquete said that?

But if you don't agree, we'll leave peacefully.

Chanquete also said that.

Put your pocket knife there.

Take your wine, Pancho.

Why didn't Chanquete come with you?

He's really down. He's sick.

Chanquete told me why you don't you like knives.

His name was Jacinto. Wasn't it?

Yes.

His name was Jacinto.

Cheers.

Now. Turn on the tape player.

Congratulations Chanquete. We brought you a present.

Come on.

When winter comes and you wear it, we want you to remember us.

It's very beautiful, you'll see.

Julia wrote a song for you.

Two golden boats this tricky sailor has

the little one and this big boat.

Here's where I live. There's where I sail.

Who? The tricky sailor.

Who? Who? Who? The tricky sailor

The tricky sailor. The tricky sailor.

Come on in, Pancho.

Pancho brings you a gift.

The best gift, the most beautiful one. The one you'll like the most.

Here, Chanquete. Frasco gave it to me, for you.

It's Moncho's pocket knife. He says to use it to peel potatoes.

Come on, blow.

Here's where I live. There's where I sail.

Who? The tricky sailor

Who? Who? Who? The tricky sailor.

The tricky sailor. The tricky sailor.

We are grateful to the population of Nerja for all their cooperation.