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BLUE SUMMER
BEATRIZ, MY LOVE
He asked me with whom I'd liked to go to bed.
And she answered that with Olivia Newton John.
He asked me who my favorite singer was.
and he answered scrambled eggs with potatoes.
She asked me what my favorite food was,
and she answered "The Pecos".
He asked me who would be my favorite partner,
and he answered that physics and chemistry.
She asked me what subjects I've flunked,
and he replied because it feels nice.
He asked why I liked to kiss a girl,
and she replied that because I have to give to her father.
What's going on?
Nothing, nothing, continue.
It's Bea's turn.
Oh, yes... he asked me for whom is this package.
And he answered that it's for the almond trees.
She asked me what kind of trees I like the most, and she answered...
Bea, look.
I won't play any more, you're starting to get rude as the other day.
That's right, I won't play either.
His name is Raphael, he's 17 and just finished his 3rd year of High School.
He said you should meet at the disco,
but if your parents don't allow you, he'll take you in his bike to little forest.
- Did you tell him I'm 15? - I did.
Did he believe you?
I'm not sure, he said you look younger. And he'll meet us at 5 in Cabana.
We must tell Javi and Pancho.
Yes, let's go right away.
Gee, what a motorcycle. I'd also pick up girls with such a bike.
Look, they're over there.
What's this?
It's an ice box. We've got one like that at home.
- Let's see what the guy carries. - Careful.
- Coca cola. - And gin to mix cocktails.
This guy wants to get Beatriz drunk.
Come on, they'll see us.
What can we do, Javi?
We could empty his tires.
He'd filled them back. We'd better puncture them.
What if we leave him out of gas?
- How? - How else could it be?
We take the gas out of the tank, you know.
Yes, but how?
Sucking through a small hose. Right, Javi?
- Javi. - What?
- Tito and I have an idea. - What is it?
We take the cokes and the gin and put some frogs in the ice box.
Some what?
Frogs. Piraña has some in a box in his house.
We put them on the ice box and when he opens it...
frogs leap out creating a mess.
It's a good idea. Piraña, go get the frogs.
Listen. We'll split the coke among all of us, okay?
Yes, yes.
Did you mention a small hose?
- Does it have holes? - Yes, on both ends.
- It's good then. - Tito, loosen the hose. We'll cover up.
Ready. What should I do now?
Do you know how to bleed the tank?
Bleed? What?
- No, you don't know. - Let me do it.
You have to cover me. Tito, take my place.
Is already running, guys.
Hurry up, man. Here comes Piraña.
If the Arabs saw you wasting all that gasoline.
Shut up and come here to cover him.
You know what? A frog escaped and went into a store. What a riot.
- How many do you have? - Six.
Done. There isn't a drop left.
Now the frogs. Tito, help Piraña.
We should move to the left.
Careful. I think they're coming out.
Tito, go to the store and distract them.
But what should I tell him?
Ask in to buy you something because Beatriz is your sister.
Whatever, go quickly.
Hi.
What are you doing here? Spying on us?
Or bugging us?
- Who's this? - My brother.
- Could you buy me a lemonade? - No.
If you don't, I'll tell mom that you're riding the motorcycle with him.
Your sister is old enough to do whatever she wants.
Yes, they let me do it.
Yeah, right. ha.
Would you please shut up?
Come on kid, drink your lemonade. Paco, give this child a lemonade.
I'm not a child. Besides, give the lemonade to your father.
All right, man.
There's one for each. Let's get the bikes.
Climb up.
Goodbye, Bea. Have fun.
- Bye. - Bye.
It must be the spark plug.
It's so funny. They're up for trouble.
Goodbye, Bea. Have fun.
- Bye. - Bye.
I get it. It's the carburator.
Goodbye, Bea. Have fun.
- Bye. - Bye.
It won't start.
Goodbye, Bea. Goodbye.
Have a great time.
Goodbye, Bea.
Goodbye, Bea.
Have fun.
- It's here. - Are you sure?
They'll come here.
Come on, quick.
Hurry up.
Hello Sir. How much do you want?
Fill it up, please; 4%.
If your little friends did it, I'll break their faces.
What a bad day they're giving me.
And on top of it all I hear are frogs everywhere.
You what do you do well, Pancho?
- A dog. - Show me.
- And you, Piraña? - A monkey.
Go ahead.
- And you, Quique? - I only know how to do a sheep. Listen
A sheep on a tree is not credible, pal.
- Can't you imitate a bird? - I can't. You do it, Javi.
No, I'll be a duck.
- What about Tito? - He told me he'll be a cat.
- There he is. - They are coming.
Gosh. That guy drives really fast.
Go to your place. You all you know the order.
We're here.
I brought drinks. They will be nice later on,
- Do you like coke with gin? - I never tried it. I'm not allowed.
Besides, I don't like alcoholic beverages.
Well, you'll try it today, and you'll see that you like it.
Where are we going?
This is little forest. We'll go to a place a bit higher.
- Haven't you been here? - No.
It's a very beautiful and quiet place. You'll like it. Lucy did.
Who is Lucy?
A friend of mine. We were here the other day.
There must be a pond nearby because I hear frogs.
They're coming, Javi. They're coming.
Tito, Piraña, go down.
It's here. Do you like it.
Yes, it's beautiful. But there's nobody here.
This is usually very empty. A few couples come here at sunset.
But it's always very quiet. You won't hear a soul.
Come on, sit down.
What will you do when you grow up?
I don't know.
I do. You'll be either flight attendant or a nurse. All you girls think alike.
And you, either a doctor or an engineer. All you boys think alike.
No, you're wrong. I have nothing...
How strange that there is a monkey here.
Yes, it's a monkey. Listen again.
It must be Tarzan's monkey.
Forget it.
Didn't you say this place was very calm and quiet?
It is. I don't know what's happening.
I was saying engineering or medicine are not for me. I'll be a journalist.
A journalist?
Yes, a journalist. But a reporter in the streets,
not in the editorial staff.
Listen. A cat. Yes, I hear it very well.
- Poor thing he must be hungry. - Let it be.
I know a lot about cats. He's hungry. Listen.
Why don't we go find it? It must be a kitten.
Come on, forget it. Who's going to find a cat here?
It could take us three hours.
I like cats a lot. Especially kittens. And I'm very sorry for them.
I keep hearing frogs. It's like an obsession.
As I was saying. I want to be a journalist, but in the street.
Traveling the world as a reporter. Like Salcedo does.
Holly cow, this seems a safari park.
Yes, it's a sheep. But it sounds funny as if it was on the branches.
- What do you mean the branches? - Yes, don't you hear it?
It sounds as if it was high above a tree.
It's really strange. Is the first time I hear a fig tree bleating.
- Well. Would you like a drink? - Okay.
The cokes must be cold. This box keep them cool.
What are you doing here?.
The sheep, the sheep. Here's the sheep.
But where is the monkey?
Guys, this seemed Noah's Ark.
Beatriz went out with a boy on a motorcycle.
Is that true?
And who is that boy?
- A friend. - From the gang?
- Not from the gang. - You keep quiet, Tito.
Your sister can speak.
How do you know him then?
- He was introduced to me. - He rides a skateboard and a motorcycle.
Shut up, Tito.
If he has a motorcycle, he's an older boy then.
He is 17.
Tito, go to bed.
Go to your room and put on your pajamas.
But I want to see the movie.
It's a film for adults. Go to bed.
- I don't want to. - Come on.
What a young woman.
She just turned 14 and she goes riding a stranger's motorcycle.
Calm down, Carmen. Let me handle this, please.
Don't be nervous.
Look, daughter. I think you're too young to go out with 17 year-old boys.
You have your group of friends. Go have fun with them, and that's it.
Going out alone with unknown boys...
He's not unknown. His name is Raphael.
Do we know him? Do we know his family?
He's here with his uncles for a few days. He's from Madrid.
Wherever he's from. What possessed you to ride a motorcycle with a boy?.
Where did you go? Where?
We just rode around. I don't see anything wrong with it.
It's not a question of being wrong.
It's just being cautious.
Understand that it's not normal that you go on a motorcycle with a boy
who is much older than you, and of whom we know nothing.
- I do know. He wants to be a journalist. - And he's afraid of frogs.
Shut up, you idiot.
- Mom, I can't find my pajamas. - Get a clean one from the drawer.
Look, it's over. You'll never go out alone again with that boy.
Got it? You've been told.
- Why not? - Because I say so.
The way things are today... Don't you read the newspapers?
Going around in motorcycles with unknown boys. No way.
We won't argue about it.
Leave me alone. I want to be alone.
Chanquete.
Good day my friend. Come aboard. Today is laundry day.
What brings you here boy?
Listen Chanquete, I'd like to ask you something.
Go ahead, I'm listening.
Have you had many girlfriends?
Girlfriends or just girls?
What do you consider a girlfriend?
A girlfriend is... the one you look at, follow her, respect her.
You feel her, even if you're in another sea.
A girlfriend is like something that you don't grab or let go.
It's like a shadow that always follows you,
when you embark, when you get up, when you throw the nets.
When the waves rise you up to a point where you think you won't come down.
A girlfriend is later a wife, a faithful and patient companion.
Yes, that's it.
- How many girlfriends have you had? - Enough.
One.
And if she was stolen from you?
- Stolen? - Yes, What would you do?
First, I'd make sure it was mine.
The one and only. I would then make sure that she was stolen.
Yes. And if she was stolen then what?
Look
"Let not even the wind touch her.
Nor look at her.
Woman, my landing.
Nor sing to her.
For my voice is bitter but I sing to her.
Let not even the wind touch her
because it has a death sentence for touching her."
Chanquete, what a beautiful poem.
- Did you like it, my friend? - Yes. I really enjoyed it.
Why don't you say it again?
- Ah, you want to learn it? - Yes
Listen.
Let not even the wind touch her. Nor look at her. Woman, my landing.
Let not even the wind touch her. Nor look at her. Woman, my landing.
Nor sing to her. For my voice is bitter but I sing to her.
Nor sing to her. For my voice is bitter but I sing to her.
Let not even the wind touch her
because it has a death sentence for touching her.
- Very well, boy. - Chanquete.
Chanquete.
You have company.
Damn, it's Pancho. I don't want him to see me here.
I saw him earlier and I told him I was going to the harbor.
Stay there.
- Chanquete. - What's going on?
- Can I come in? - Okay, come on up.
Come with me. Come here.
Hide here; on the bridge. Down there. Here.
The tide's coming, right my friend? Today all boats hold on to this old port.
Come on, talk to me.
- Chanquete... what you would do... - Go ahead; don't stop.
What would you do, if someone stole your girlfriend?
Let not even the wind touch her. Nor look at her. Woman, my landing.
Nor sing to her
For my voice is bitter but I sing to her.
Let not even the wind touch her
because it has a death sentence for touching her.
- What are you doing here? - The same as you, I think.
- And that poem? - You will also have to learn it.
What a good pair of sail boats you are.
Well equipped and without a girlfriend.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Hi, girls. How are you? - Fine.
- Why all this mystery? - Not at all.
You want to tell me something and don't know how to start, right?
Can I help? Is it something as simple as a boy and a motorcycle?
How do you know?
That bike is very noisy for this small town.
Well. My parents won't let me go out alone with that boy.
Why?
They say he's too old for me and they don't know him at all.
And where do you know him from?
From nowhere. We just got in touch with him, right Desi?
No, you flirted with him.
Bea got attracted to Raphael and he got attracted to Bea.
They looked at each other and they liked each other as in the movies.
Love at first sight, wasn't it? Do you really like that boy?
I don't know. He's very handsome.
Handsome? He's gorgeous. And on top of it he has that cool bike.
He also talks about things the guys in the gang don't talk about.
He's clever. My parents got upset because we went for a ride in his bike.
What happens is that your parents, as well as mine and everyone else's
only care about preventing us from getting pregnant.
Yes, we must pass all courses and not to get pregnant early.
That's all that matters to them.
Which is nonsense, because neither Bea nor I have had our period yet.
They know that perfectly. Moreover, their concern is understandable.
- Do you know what I'm doing? - Yes, preparing a canvas.
And that takes time.
Of course, it is very important. Because if the canvas is not ready,
if it doesn't have the right support and texture, the paint won't stick.
There's no choice. The canvas must be prepared before starting to paint.
And it also must be treated right.
Carefully, with patience, with cleanliness, with love.
A bit like people of your age, you see?
And that's what you parents are doing, for better or for worse.
Prepare the canvas, for the future painting that you will be,
become the most beautiful, the purest and the best in the world.
That's why, when they think some material will damage the canvas,
they try to push it away or put it aside.
But that may be unfair, because they may be wrong sometimes.
Yes, they can be wrong, but their intentions are always good.
Painting is always an act of love. Oh, what clichés I'm saying.
Your endurance is infinite, girls.
What do the rest of the gang think about this?
The boys? They're upset.
Pancho and Javi are jealous.
- That's normal. - Why?
I'm not their girlfriend. Neither anyone else's.
Yes, but they regard you as their's and they're afraid of loosing you.
That material don't bother my parents.
You see? They want it for the painting.
My problem is very serious Julia.
I don't flirt or meet anyone.
Boys don't like me.
There are paintings that take longer than others to be painted,
but at the end they might be more beautiful than any other.
It takes patience.
Yes, I'm like the Burgos cathedral. It took two centuries.
Will you help me prepare the canvas?
Start with ten linked points, okay?
Yes, I already know that. And then a loop of small points.
That's right. When you have 3 cm begin the flat section.
Okay.
- Look. - What?
That must be him. Agustin.
What?
Look who's with your daughter and her friend.
He must be the motorcycle boy.
He doesn't look like a satyr.
Look, the motorcycle guy.
Bea said that if he sees us he'll beat us up.
I'm not afraid of that guy.
Tito, go listen to what they say.
Sure, so I'll be the first to get a beating. No way.
We'll meet then at 7:45 p.m. at the cinema's door?
Not at the door. We'd better meet inside.
Look. He might not be a satyr, but he could help us start a circus.
For example at the snack-bar?
All right, at the snack-bar.
All right, bye.
My parents kept staring at us. I was mad.
Those are the ones who are mad. Look how they suffer.
What are you doing?
Since I'm not allowed to go alone, if you don't come I'll bring Tito.
What a gun. He will tell everything. Here he comes.
Tito, would you like to go to the movies this afternoon?
What's the film?
A very funny one: "Don't eat the daisies."
Good, I like that one.
Are you trying to compete with me, Chanquete?
Good afternoon, painter. My brushes are bigger. Working on my little one.
- Are you selling it? - No, I won't sell it. Perhaps rent it.
I never get rid of things that have had some meaning in my life.
And my little sister has stayed long with me, through good and bad times.
And that cannot be forgotten.
But a few extra bucks are always good for an old sailor like me.
Have you seen the kids? I think there are troubled waters.
You're referring to Beatriz, aren't you?
These things happen.
Pancho and Javi came to see me.
And the girls came to me.
You know what I think, Chanquete? All this affair is beautiful.
Because deep inside the boys, perhaps without being aware of it,
are defending the gang. They're trying to keep the group together.
Yes, the baby fish have started very early to fight against a law of life.
But I don't think the river will get dirty. Things will go back to normal. You'll see.
Yes, I don't doubt it. But the first symptom has emerged
and it was logical it happened to Beatriz. She will soon be a woman,
and whatever doesn't happen now, will happen next summer.
Beatriz will no longer be interested in Javi, Pancho or Quique
- Or us either. - Yes, we too.
She'll be attracted to other boys older than her. Other people.
She'll have other relationships, other problems.
Yes, but that will be next summer, painter.
But we're still in this one. There will be troubled waters. Believe me.
In the Mediterranean?
No. In the summer cinema. The waves have reached me here.
Don't we wait for Javi and the others? They're coming.
Let them come. Who cares.
Look at Desi.
I'm with my aunt Belen. Good luck.
Goodbye, Bea.
- Bye. - Why did she wish you good luck?
- Should we buy popcorn? - I have no money.
Why does she wish you good luck?
Well, I'll buy them for you.
And if you don't ask more stupid questions,
I'll buy buy a chocolate bar too.
- Okay? - All right.
A chocolate bar and a bag of popcorn.
- And this? - They wouldn't let me come without him.
Were you the one pretending to be a kitten the other day, right?
Yes, but I won't do it again.
Desi is there with her aunt.
What do I care about Desi and her aunt?
I just want to go out with your sister.
- But my mother said... - Tito.
You'd like some chips too, wouldn't you?
- Yes - A bag of potato chips.
Let the show start
Or the public will part
People are dizzying and the public is pissing.
I'm sitting with them.
No, Tito. Come here. Just a moment.
- Come here. - What is it?
He's there with my sister.
I can't.
- Hello. - Does Laurence McKey live here?
Yes, but he's not in.
Would you like to talk to my mother? She's his wife.
Yes, if she's not busy.
She's just getting dressed. Come in.
- What's wrong? - Nothing
- Why is he inside a cage? - So he won't run away.
- Were you all caged when you were young? - No, it's just him.
Mrs. Grinsey. You're not Mrs. Grinsey.
No, I'm Joe Positano. Are you Mrs. McKey?
Is your mother an old lady whow owns a pet shop on 62nd Street?
Yes, I know.
... why does my mother wants you to talk to my husband?
I've written a comedy. Wait, I'll tell you the plot.
- You'll love it. - Sorry, I'm in a hurry.
I can't stay hear listening to you. I'll call you later.
Would you please listen to me?
Mrs. McKey, do you want me to take the boys to the park to let you talk?
Listen to me, I'm not irrational. I hate Lars, don't I?
Here it is and I'd like your opinion.
Some advice, to see if it can be improved.
What do you want?
I came to say something to my sister.
What do you want? Stay here. If you go away again, I'll tell mom.
To mom? ha, ha.
Javi asks whether you're already steady?
Tell him not. We're just friends.
Hello.
- How are you Bea? - Desi, stay here with me, please.
I can't, I'm with my aunt. Where's Tito?
He went with them.
Come on, Desi, don't be like that. You'll regret it.
I can't. You don't know my aunt, she's worse than a child.
She sent me to buy popcorn. I'll be back, okay.
- You again? - Yes, I have to talk to my sister.
Pancho says that you should come with us.
There are places there.
I can't, I'm with him.
If you don't come with us, you're no longer part of the gang.
I don't care.
- Hi. - Hi .
I can only stay a little bit. How are things?
Stay. Don't go away, Desi.
My parents will find out and will be mad.
Don't be silly, girl. I'm leaving. You'll tell me later.
What a night, huh?
She hit him.
In this case I'm sure you'll understand.
Come on, take a glass of milk and some biscuits.
This can't be bad for you.
No, Mom. I don't feel like eating anything.
But where does it hurt? The belly or the abdomen?
The belly.
Of course, you spend two hours with the swimming suite wet.
I'm going to bed. I'll leave this here. You might eat it or leave it there.
And if the pain gets worse, let me know. Good night, dear.
Mom... I'm not going out again with that boy.
That's a wise decision. I like to hear it. See you tomorrow.
See you tomorrow, Mom.
- Drink your milk, Tito. - No.
- Mom. - Yes?
- Mom. - What?.
- Drink your milk. - I don't like it.
- Mom. - I'm coming, daughter. I'm coming.
- Open the door, Agustin. - Just a moment.
Agustin, I'm in a hurry.
- What's the rush? - Let me go in.
- Hello big guy. - Hi.
Agustin, Beatriz has become a woman.
What's going on? Haven't you drunk the milk yet?
I'm not going to.
Why not?
Because I don't like it. It takes like cow.
- Good morning Dad. - Good morning daughter.
- Listen, Piraña. - What?
Was Beatriz a woman when she was born?
What nonsense are you saying, midget?
Seriously, do you think Beatriz was a woman when she was born?
Of course she was.
And a year ago? You tell me, Felix.
- A year ago what? - Was my sister a woman then?
Are you nuts? Of course.
And yesterday? Was my sister a woman yesterday?
What's wrong with this one? He's crazy.
Tell me the truth, Piraña. Was my sister a woman yesterday?
Do you want to hang out with us? Of course, she was.
You are all wrong. My sister is a woman today.
What are you saying pal?
I know what I'm saying. Beatriz is a woman today.
Before she wasn't.
My mother told my father.
Before she wasn't?.
No, just from today.
Let's see. Come on. Wait Felix. One at a time.
Let's see if we notice anything. I'll go first.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
- Bye. - Bye.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
- Bye. - Bye.
- Hi. - Hi.
Aren't you going to the water today?
- No. - Why not?
Because I've got a cold.
I didn't notice anything. She seems the same.
The same. As hot as always.
Here comes Desi; she might know something.
- Listen Desi... - What?
Beatriz became a woman today. Before today doesn't count.
- What? - Yes, my mother told my father.
Bea is already a woman.
I don't get it, but something's going on.
Look, the others are there. Let's go.
Javi. Quique.
- What's the matter? - You know what?
Beatriz became a woman today. My mother told my father.
Of course. That's why she's not going to the water.
She doesn't bathe because she's a woman?
Because she is going through those monthly days.
What monthly days?
The days of August?
Are you stupid, or what?
Her period. Beatriz has her period.
Of course. The period.
What period?
- Yes buddy, the period. - But what period?
The period. You tell him, Javi.
The menstruation, pal. Beatriz is menstruating.
And what's menstruation?
- Don't you know what menstruation is? - No.
It's something that happens to women every month.
They bleed and so on.
- They loose blood? - Yes
- A lot? - I think so.
- Every month? - Yes, every month.
At the same time?
I don't know. More or less. That's why they use menstrual pads.
And why do they bleed?
Because that's their duty.
And that means they can already have children.
Does that mean that my sister can already have children if she wants?
Of course.
Desi.
What got into you Tito?
I understood what's happening to you. Your in the women's month.
- What? - Yes, you have your periodical.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Would you like to come for a walk? - With whom?
- With us. - With the gang.
Wait for me.
Let not even the wind touch her.
Nor look at her. Woman, my landing.
Nor sing to her. For my voice is bitter but I sing to her.
Let not even the wind touch her
because it has a death sentence for touching her.
We are grateful to the population of Nerja for all their cooperation.
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