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BLUE SUMMER

THE SMILE OF THE RAINBOW

Hello.

- Hi. - Hi.

What brings you here, birds?

We're looking for Julia.

She left on her bike and we don't know where she is.

What are those people doing?

They're pumping air to my friend diver.

A real underwater diver?

Of course, if he weren't real he wouldn't be a diver.

And he's your friend?

- What's he doing there? - Diving.

Very funny girl.

He's checking the pier's pillars to see if the water has moved them.

There seems to be a crack in the pier.

I thought these kind of divers were history.

Soon they'll be. They're an endangered species.

There are very few left. Scuba divers...

are wining the game.

But my friend has survived because he knows a lot about rocks and tides.

I'd like to have a dog like that.

I don't recommend it.

My dad had one like that, and he committed suicide.

- Your father committed suicide? - No idiot, the dog. My dad is alive.

They had gone hunting and my dad stopped to piss,

and left the gun leaning against a rock.

My father was pissing calmly, seeing a dove fly,

and bang... Bye doggy. My father says it was a real dog suicide.

Maybe the dog could no longer put up with your dad.

You never know what a dog thinks, much less if it's a setter.

- A what? - A setter breed dog, like that.

That's a mongrel dog.

The owner calls him Tramp, because it's his name, silly.

It's a setter. I know a lot about dogs.

Well I think it's a well-trained mongrel dog,

We had a mongrel at home.

I bet with you that it's a setter.

Let's ask his owner.

Wait, what about the bet?

What should we bet?

I have an idea.

If it's a mongrel, I'll be your dog...

but if it's a setter, you'll be my dog.

Do you agree?

I don't know what you mean.

I'll explain better, but let's go. Bring the bucket.

And what do we do with the crab?

Throw it away. We've invented something better.

Look, he's coming out.

Come quick, Bea. There's a diver.

- Hi. - You didn't find Julia either?

No.

How long can he stay under water?

He's not trying to break a record.

He's working. He comes out every 10 or 15 minutes.

And he wears lead shoes, doesn't he?

Yes, to stand up under water.

How's life going diver?

So so. It's very humid in there.

Every time I dive I feel my bones rot.

At my age humidity is not good for me. I hate humidity.

Besides, I forecast rain. The air smells of fresh water.

It seems so.

What happens to a diver when it rains?

Nothing. The sea is a good umbrella.

But this diver doesn't like rain either,

because rheumatism begins to chew his body.

Poor man. He could have found another profession.

Did you hear what they said, diver?

Why don't you get a dryer job?

I know what he's thinking. It's like Hamlet speaking to the skull.

"To be or not, that is the question."

Yes... the question.

If I die in this town Chanquete, promise me one thing.

Okay.

That you'll you do everything possible

to bury me in the highest cemetery, in a dry and open place.

I hate this damn humidity.

Don't worry. It'll be done that way.

But before that, go to Frasco's tavern.

I left some prawns there, to celebrate your visit.

I'll go there once I take this off. And may God's will prevail.

See you later.

He looks like a very sad diver. not?

As if he wasn't happy to be a diver.

You're right. But we can't always do what we'd like with our lives.

We can only do what we can.

The diver is a good man, but he's not happy.

Chihuahua... You'll be fantastic.

Listen, do you have dog collars?

Are you kidding me, kids? Don't you see what this is?

We want a beautiful one that doesn't hurt.

Shut up, Chihuahua, Dogs don't talk.

Give me the cheapest one.

And don't complain because I can take you

with a chord If I want.

If my money is not enough, I'll take you with a chord.

Do you like this?

It's not bad. How much is it?

I don't like it.

- But who's the dog owner? - I am.

It's your choice, then.

It's not. Because he's the owner, but I'm the dog.

Is it true that the diver was born in a circus?

Yes, his parents were acrobats or so.

- Those who walk on a rope? - I guess.

And he wanted to be a trapeze artist, but he was afraid of heights.

That man is very funny.

And when he realized that it wasn't a job for him,

- he tried to be a clown but... - I bet he wasn't funny.

He was the opposite of funny.

People cried each time he told a joke.

Maybe they laughed until they cried.

They cried because they felt pity when they saw him.

And after the first joke they started crying.

He was a disaster. After a thousand jobs, he tried diving.

And he became a good professional diver.

Perhaps the fish also cry when they see him work.

Perhaps, but since fish don't have

to buy tickets for the show.

Look, here comes the cyclist that you were missing.

Where were you? We've looked for you everywhere.

Enjoying a bike ride, right Julia?

Yes, I wanted to train for our trip.

We're planing to go by bike to Villaplana

and walk from there to Wolf's Ridge.

To have a picnic. This afternoon, right?

- Yes. - This afternoon?

If I were you, I'd take a raincoat.

Do you think it will rain?

But it's sunny.

The weatherman said yesterday that it would rain...

in the western half of the peninsula, but

the rest of the country would be just windy.

Exactly, with storms.

Enough to get very wet if you don't get shelter.

And it'll rain. I have in this knee a barometer that never fails.

A barometer?

Yes, an old bone fracture, girl.

Of the kind that never lie, when they announce water.

If it's going to rain, I'd rather stay home.

Today I'm not doing very well. I got up on the wrong side.

It doesn't matter. If it rains,

we can find shelter somewhere.

Or we stay in Villaplana eating.

I don't like wet roads. They make me sick.

Sorry, guys. It will be some other time.

Today I'd rather stay home listening to some music.

Please Julia, come with us.

Don't split now.

Come on, don't say you're afraid of a storm.

Well, in fact I am. More than afraid, I feel sad.

One is a bit silly about some things. What can we do?

Besides, I'm not a great company when I get melancholic.

Here boy.

Come on doggy, come on.

If you release me now, I'll ask Javi to let you come with us to the trip.

What do I care what Javi says. My mother doesn't let me go.

Well, let's play that you were a man who let me free,

and I was a dog that ran away.

Stop. Very clever, Flanagan,

but those tricks won't help you at all.

Come on, down.

Besides, you must start to speak like a dog.

Like this: one bark means 'yes' and two mean 'no'.

- Understand? - Arf.

It's an excellent way to understand each other

What's going on? Are you crazy? I'll give you a rabies vaccine.

I'm saying I want to pee, idiot.

Not here. There, by the lamp pole. And raising a leg.

Come on, do it.

Finished.

Haven't you ever seen how dogs do it?

First, with a leg. And then with the other.

And what if I don't want to. I'm tired of embarrassing myself.

Well, okay. But first look over there and squat down.

I'll give you what I've always wanted to give to a dog.

A kick in the ass.

And why do you kick me? He was my dog.

I realized that, man. But I belong to Animal Protection,

and don't like to see dogs being mistreated. Got it?

Pancho, get this off me. Are you coming to the trip?

Maybe. Where are you meeting?

In the pinball arcade, at 4, after lunch.

- Hi. - Hi .

It this had started...

when we were already at the ridge, we'd have been soaked.

Chanquete's bone was right.

- What bone? - A bone that tells him when it'll rain.

And the diver also said it.

- What diver? - One we saw today at the harbor.

- What do you say we should do now? - I have no idea.

- Here, Bea. I'm not cold. - Thank you.

Why don't we go to Julia's house? She said she'd be listening music.

Okay. She also promised to cook fried fish for us someday.

Yes, it could be today.

- Fine with me. - Fine with me too.

- Let's go then. - Yeah, yeah.

We'll have fried fish.

Julia, are you home?

Open, Julia. It's us.

- I think she's not home. - She might be taking a nap.

Julia, are you there?

I think I heard something.

Julia, please let us in. We want to be with you.

We brought you a gift.

I say she's not there. Otherwise, she had already opened.

Let me try.

Let's go.

- Why?. - Come on, let's go.

- Why do we go away? - Julia's crying. I heard her.

Water in the sea, water on earth. Rats, this is not life.

But diver, let's see.

Why instead of drinking from the cow,

don't you drink a glass of wine, to see if you cheer up.

That much milk cannot be good for a sea man.

You must not be used to it, I'd say.

The doctor told me to drink milk for my ulcer. And I keep my promises.

Sure you keep your promise!

You've just eaten two dozens prawns.

You're just a worried man. You're not sick. You're a sad man.

Look, I'll retire on Christmas.

I promised my boss lady to take care of me at least until then.

If I you smoke, then I don't drink or eat seafood.

If I take a drink, I don't smoke, or eat seafood.

And if I eat seafood, I drink milk and don't smoke.

Yes Chanquete, understand it. We're old, my friend.

One moment, sad man. And listen well.

The only old man here is you, if you feel old.

I'm just a mature man.

You're born old. You don't become old.

And some babies are old even while they are still breast fed.

I'm not referring to this, because if it cures the ulcer you don't have,

we're all happy then.

If at least my ulcer is only that...

Again. The donkey's back to the wheat.

You're right friend, you don't have an ulcer.

You have a cancer this big.

You know what? Why don't you try to forget it?

Let your cancer live his life. Let it be a happy cancer.

Pal, don't talk like that, you know how I am.

If I tell you my pains, it's because I know you're the only person...

who is able to cheer me up.

Cheer you up? But you can't be cured,

diver, seriously.

With that contagious joy God gave you...

- For you? - For my cancer, to see if I kill it.

Look, they're there.

- It smells strange here, what is it? - Wine, what else could it be?

It's strange wine.

Strange wine? What do you know? Wine is wine.

She was crying.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

- Do they sell fish here? - Yes, but I think there are none left.

The pigeon shitted us, didn't he?

I'll tell you what champ,

if you can make my friend laugh,

I'll fry some fish for you in La Dorada.

But you have to help, bringing at least two kilograms of fish.

Don't get me into trouble, old man. You know well that

dealing with children...

Do divers have a hard time laughing?

Some of them do.

Okay, give it a try, because I have to go take care of something.

- Bye. - Bye.

Hey, old man. Are you gonna leave me alone with these 4?

They'll brighten up your life. They're good people.

- Frasco, take care of them, okay? - All right, Chanquete.

Well, let's see.

Which of you is Chanquete's grandson?

None, we're just friends. And if we bother you, we'll leave.

Hold it. Calm down. My friend's friends are also my friends.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I'm seeing whether you laugh. Have you ever played...

looking at each other with wolf eyes?

We look at each other until someone laughs, like this!

Wolf eyes? Let's do it.

You laughed, you laughed. I saw you laughing

- Are you sure? - Yes, you laughed.

- Didn't he laugh. - Yes, you did.

I don't know. I must have laughed without noticing it.

It doesn't matter, you've lost.

- So that means, one, two, three, four... - And two more girls, makes six.

We'll have to fry fish for six.

For seven. Piraña will certainly want some too. We must tell him.

Open the door Julia, it's Chanquete.

Open up, Julia.

Open the door. It's me, Chanquete.

Julia.

Julia.

Julia, are you okay?.

Julia.

Julia, what's happening to you? The children said...

Please leave me alone. I'm fine.

I want to be alone.

That's all.

Well, if I'm bothering you I'll leave.

But I'm not a child and I know that something serious happened.

Are you having a rough time?

At least, let me tell you this.

Loneliness is sometimes good but other times not so.

You don't bother me, neither the children.

I don't know how to explain it.

It's as if I weren't here now.

As if I were far away from everything.

Far away from myself.

Leave me. Give it to me.

Is the only thing left from them.

Where are they? I mean that man and that girl.

They are there. Still there.

On that wet road.

Charles and Esther remained there under the rain.

How long ago did that accident happen?

- What? - When did it happen?

Never.

It's happening now. It's always happening.

Here.

I talk to them, and they don't answer.

Esther plays with black butterflies.

And they don't see me.

Julia, when did your daughter Esther die?

Don't tell me that, please.

Don't say it like that.

Your daughter is dead. When did it happen?

Shut up. Don't tell me that again.

Your daughter died in an accident. It was you who told me.

Do you have lime tea? You should drink a cup of tea.

- I'll prepare it for you. - Don't bother.

I'll take a pill to calm down. And I'm better, seriously.

Don't worry.

Charles and Esther died two years ago. On a day like this.

On a rainy summer afternoon. Today it happens again, you know.

As in other times.

Were you with them?

But I was less fortunate. They stayed there.

I continued my trip, with some broken vertebrae, shocked and alone.

Don't say nonsense. You're alive and that's good.

Good for you and for the others.

Is it good to live after the best part of our life is stolen?

What you love the most. What I loved more than my own life.

Is that good? Tell me.

Listen. In life we're all sailors.

That's why we'll all learn sooner or later what a wreck is.

And I'm not going to be stupid enough to say comforting words.

Easy words. Which I don't know how to say anyway.

Besides, I think they're useless.

I know very well that sometimes

our pain can be as deep and black as the bottom of the ocean.

It would be silly trying to fill it up with consolation pebbles.

But I'd really like to do is to help change your attitude.

You're smart so you know that the worst you can do is to stand still.

Obsessed by the memory of that painful moment.

You must just face it. Look straight at it and then keep going.

You're talking as the hospital's psychiatrist.

And I know you're right, but

I'm not using any medicine. I'm just using common sense.

But sometimes that black hole grows bigger and I can't get out.

You have to be inside it to understand.

God. To know what despair is.

One tries to look the other way, but it's impossible.

It's there. Filling and covering everything.

The last thing I saw were

black butterflies flying among the blood-covered metal.

They only told me after a few days

what happened to Charles and my daughter.

They only told me the last day

when I left the hospital.

You see. They wanted me to have all my strength when they told me.

I already knew it. I was sure. But I didn't want to believe myself.

And I kept repeating: 'I don't want it to be true'.

I only know one thing, Julia.

As long as the Earth exists...

there will be summer and winter, day and night.

And it's useless to revolt against death.

Look, life is like a moving train.

Whoever dies, goes off and the rest of us stay on it.

And we'll never go again through the same landscape.

Do you know where my passion for paints and brushes come from?

You didn't think I was a professional, did you?

I spent eight months in a psychiatric hospital.

A mental institution if you'd rather call it that way.

Whatever. Painting was part of my therapy.

A sad way to start as an artist, right?

Well, I like a lot what you paint. By the way, speaking of paintings,

you promised to give me one.

Take the one you like, or all of them. Or should I paint your boat?

- No. I'll take this. - That one in particular?

- Yes, this is the one I want. - But it's not finished yet.

- No? What's missing? - The smile.

The doll's smile must be painted.

All right, do it right now.

Right now? I can't.

Some days I can't paint smiles and today is one of those days. Sorry.

Okay, I'll take like this then.

Ah, the kids came to see you. You knew it, didn't you?

I didn't have the strength to let them in and give a pitiful performance.

I think that children were made to receive joy.

Joy and some fish. They came to ask you to cook some for them.

They are like birds. With so much rain

they don't know where to get shelter.

Poor kids. But they have their own houses, right?

Yes, but they might not want them all together.

I bet you that they have found shelter in La Dorada and my friend

the diver is cooking fish for them.

Do you dare to come with us?

I say it's a dare, because the diver is the saddest man in the world.

Thank you, not today. I'm not in a good mood and you know it.

When it stops raining, I'll go out for a walk.

Without spoiling anyone's day. You can go at ease

I'm really much better and sane.

Be careful not to wet the painting. The paint is fresh.

By the way, I made some damage to the window when I entered.

And whoever breaks it must pay it.

So I'll send you the carpenter tomorrow.

Don't worry. There are neither thieves in this town

nor valuables in here.

- Goodbye, Julia. - Goodbye.

Open the door son, let's see who's there.

Who else could be? Dad.

Is not your dad. He has a key.

Who's there?

- Nobody. It's a telegram. - Oh God, has something happened?

Give me that, son.

- The telegram is for me. - Give it to me.

Stop it, mom. You can't invade me.

- What?. - It's a private message.

For me.

Fried fish in La Dorada. Stop. With Diver. Stop. Tito

Frasco, have the birds flown away?

they left with the diver, shortly after you left.

- What do you have there? - Do you like it?

No. I don't get it of course, but I'd say...

Go ahead, explain yourself.

I'd say that there is something evil with these butterflies.

What you see here, is pain.

Burn it, Frasco. Burn everything.

What the hell is going on here?

The diver told us a very funny joke about elephants.

Amusing.

But diver, for God's sake,

what possessed you to tell the kids one of your jokes?

Sorry. I told them a story I heard from my mother since I was young,

and it was my favorite.

Believe me diver. You're business is diving and nothing else.

Yes. Now that you mention it, I think it's because the sea water...

is as salty as tears.

Yeah. Very funny, right? What about the fried fish?

I wonder that myself. I've made a big effort to come here...

We were waiting for you.

Well, I'm here. Let's work. Diver, you've been chosen to cook.

Let's see how you cook fish.

Do it with joy. Go.

Now, I'll tell you a wonderful story.

Where the hell is my travel log.

Travel what? What is it?

Travel log. The most important book...

on board of any boat.

The book where the captain writes everyday the adventures of the trip.

Are you the captain of a boat?

Who else then? Let's see. Who's in charge here, sailor boy?

- You - Of course. Let's see.

And they brought on board the three chests...

full of doubloons. Yellow like the sun.

And during the second tide, they raised the anchor...

and left for their homeland.

- What are doubloons? - Ancient gold coins.

- Did you like it? - Yes, yes.

A bit confusing.

Is that more fun than my elephants story?

I don't know, but at least my story don't make anybody sad.

May I come in?

Hi, Julia.

Welcome aboard.

- Hi, Julia. - Hi.

- This is for you. - It's a gift.

We bought it all together.

Open it, you'll see you'll be surprised. It's a key ring.

- Idiot. - Stupid. You've spoiled it.

How beautiful.

Look Julia, this is my friend the diver I told you about.

The saddest man in the world.

- Hello, diver. - Hello.

We went to your house. Where have you been?

I went out for a walk and then I was cold so I came here.

Well, I really came to apologize for not having opened my door.

- And to thank you for what you did. - What did he do?

He broke my window and stole one of my paintings.

By the way, where is it?

I burned it.

You know, when I was coming here I saw the rainbow over the boat

as if this was Noah's ark

Let's see.

- Wow. How neat. - Let me see.

All right now, why don't you cut it out and work on the fried fish.

The wise man has spoken. How are you doing, diver?

- It's ready to be eaten. - Is it well fried?

As fried as it can get.

Come on, guys. Let's eat.

Javi, look. Get the cloth from down here.

The large plate is for me.

The large plate for me.

Look, Julia. When you are at sea,

after having struggled against a difficult storm

and one sees that colorful arc inside the clouds,

one thinks it's the smile of heaven.

And something inside the sailor's chest tells him:

"Until next time, my friend. This one is over."

I want some of that.

Well, we're now going to eat and play some music.

- Good. - Yes, but be patient.

- A lot for me. - For me too.

I want some.

Here, Julia. They're very good.

- Thank you, Tito. - You're welcome.

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