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BLUE SUMMER

THE VISITOR

Desita, come. Your friends are here.

Come on, girl. We've been waiting for you for almost an hour.

I'm not coming.

- Fine. - Fine.

What happened? Do you have to go somewhere?

You've been grounded.

That's not true.

Why don't you come then?

My father is arriving.

Your father? I thought he didn't live with you.

I thought that he and your mother

He lives all right.

Then why isn't he ever with you?

Because he's working and he can't come.

Doesn't he have vacation?

No.

Perhaps he's an astronaut and he's on the moon.

You're an idiot. Look at yours.

When will he arrive?

Now. He told it to my mother on the phone this morning.

And how is he?

Who?

Who else? Your father.

Very handsome.

Why don't you come? You'll see him later anyway.

No. I'd rather wait.

Well. If you're not coming, bye then.

- Bye. - Bye.

Will he stay with you for good?

Well... I don't know.

I also thought that he and your mother...

No. He'll stay forever, you know.

I heard my parents say that Desi's parents don't get along.

Yes, they're in disagreement.

You also heard it, right?

Yes, my mother said it.

Listen, Tito.

If your parents split up, whom would you go to live with?

With your father or your mother?

I don't know. Well, with my dad, because he pays my allowance.

I'd live with my mom, because

she fixes my meals. And you, Quique?

I don't know. I never thought of that.

I don't have that kind of problem

I'd live some days with one and other days with the other.

That way I would get the best of it,

because they both would try to treat me better.

What's going on, Bea?

Are you okay?

Please, stop talking about it.

I'd like to live always with both of them.

Well, girls. I'm turning in.

You go to bed too, Desita. I won't stay up much longer either.

I'll wait for dad here.

You'd better bring your bed here.

The sir might show up after 3 days.

No, mom. He said he'd come today.

- Yes - I'll wait for him anyway.

You can go to bed if you want to.

I'm certainly going to bed.

Mom.

What?

Did dad tell you how long he'll stay?

I've told you twenty times that he didn't say.

He'll come with a round-trip ticket, as always.

You always you know everything! He will stay.

Let's see first

if he shows up.

He might have run across some...

Mari Luz, please.

I was gonna say some obstacle.

Why do you always have to pick on my dad? Tell me.

Picking on you father?

I don't even talk about him.

You, on the other hand, always talk about him as a saint.

- How much does he remember you? - More than you.

He doesn't have to remember me.

Whom he should remember,

at least a little bit,

are his wife and his daughter.

Well, don't make me talk. All right?

All you do is get my mom into trouble and gossip around.

Shut up, Desita.

She's the one who should shut up.

Gossip around? Who said that? Somebody must have told you that.

That's what your father says, isn't it?

He should have more decency, instead of criticizing others

when there's so much he can be criticized for.

Well. That's enough, okay?

Yes, I'd better go to bed before this girl makes me slap her.

You should never slap me.

Leave that to my mother.

I'm leaving before my blood starts boiling.

You're as cruel as your father.

And if you don't straighten this girl,

she'll follow in his footsteps. You'll see.

Why do you always have to argue with your aunt?

Why is she always talking against dad?

And why don't you say anything to her?

Why do you let her speak bad about dad?

She didn't say anything against your dad.

Yes, she did. She always does.

- Your aunt loves us a lot. - Sure.

Yes. She has always shown love for the two of us.

I don't want her to love me if she doesn't like my dad.

You'll understand things better when you get older.

Come on, daughter. Go to bed. It's very late.

Your father won't come today.

He will come.

Yes, tomorrow. Come on.

He will surely come tomorrow.

Dad.

Sleepy girl.

When did you arrive?

This morning. Early.

Why didn't you come yesterday? I waited for you all day.

Yes I know. I'm sorry dear.

Last minute complications, you know.

I brought you a present.

What is it?

It's a surprise.

Get up. Your mom has prepared breakfast.

And where's the present?

In the garden.

Mom, it's a scooter.

Is it for me?

Of course.

It's beautiful. It's what I wanted the most.

Well, that's enough. Let's try it.

Show me how it works.

This is the compressor, the brake, the pedals. You already know.

Be careful.

She's delighted.

You could have waited after breakfast to give her the present.

Let her woman. She'll eat later. Don't we wait for your sister?

She had a bad night. She says her head hurts.

I don't whether she'll come out.

She will. I'm sure she will.

- Didn't I tell you? - Good morning.

I was telling your sister

that I didn't think you'd let me waiting already at breakfast.

You can't treat me like one of your admirers

right, sister in law?

Of course not. We're always ready for you.

Always ready, any time.

Aren't we, Pilar?

Many thanks.

Was it difficult to find this house?

No problem. One just has to ask a handsome vacationer about you.

And he'll tell you immediately.

And you didn't find any last night?

Careful. Be careful.

I'm talking about the butter.

A woman like you must take care of the figure.

A slight error might cost you a pretender.

It's wonderful, mom. Look aunt what my dad brought me.

Didn't you forbid her?

It's almost like a bicycle.

Sure. If something happens then let's see who you're gonna blame.

Can I go show it to my friends?

- Sure. - I'm afraid that...

Come on, woman. Doesn't she ride around in her bike?

This is the same thing.

It's a bike with a small engine and a little faster.

Besides, she's a very responsible girl. Aren't you?

Let's see how you ride.

The man is here and everyone else must remain silent.

That's my business, okay?

Of course.

Chanquete.

Look what my father brought me.

I hope you enjoy it.

You and everyone else, because you'll hit me turning around like that.

Pancho, hello.

Bea.

Agustin. Agustin, look. That's Desita's father.

The one on the yellow shirt.

He's very nice, isn't he?

How lucky she is.

If I asked my father for one, he'd take away my bike.

It's okay. I bit small. I'd like a bigger one.

But since they won't buy you one

Besides, if it were bigger you'd need a license.

Gee. Beatriz takes any opportunity.

I'll ask Desi to let me ride it.

And I'll ride in your back. All right, Quique?

A father like that must be cool.

Some sunscreen? You must also take care of your figure.

Sorry to bother you, Mari Luz. Isn't Pilar here?

I think she's in the water.

Do you know where the girls are?

Yes, they're around with that thing that her father brought her.

Something might happen to them.

Don't listen to her. It's just a bike with motor.

Are you Desita's father?

Yes I am.

I'm the mother of Beatriz, a good friend of Desita.

- Nice to meet you. - My pleasure.

Yes, and that gentleman there is her husband.

Hi, Pilar. I came to ask you if you have seen the girls.

They're around, with the scooter that her father gave her.

Yes, Mari Luz told me. She also introduced me to your husband.

Okay then. It was a pleasure.

Likewise. I'll see you around.

- And my regards to your husband. - Thanks

What are they doing?

I can't see them.

Have they left already?

No, my glasses are dirty.

Come on. Look carefully or give them to Piraña.

They're serving them shrimp.

And I'm so hungry here.

They're eating well.

I told you. Having divorced parents is cool: scooter, shrimp.

But they are not divorced.

They live apart which amounts to the same, doesn't it?

What are you doing here?

Looking at the cool guy.

No. I mean, diving underwater.

Okay, have a nice dive boys. Bye.

Julia, Come. I'll introduce you to my dad.

He brought me a scooter.

Look, this is my father.

Hello, Julia.

Let me get it.

Thank you.

You're welcome. You didn't tell me.

you had an artist friend.

She's a painter.

I see.

And if her talent is half of her beauty, I'm pleased.

When did you arrive?

Last night. I mean, this morning.

Why don't you sit with us for a while?

No thanks, I'm in a hurry.

Sit down. Just for a while, sit down.

What would you like to drink?

I really don't feel like drinking.

Bring us a bottle of white wine. Very cold, please.

And some oysters.

No, please. Don't worry about me.

They're for me. And they are a good excuse, right?

Besides, I'm really in a hurry.

Well, don't drink anything if you don't want to.

But please stay with us a little.

We can talk about your paintings.

If they're good, I might buy you one. If they're good, of course.

I should go to your house.

I'll show you the scooter he brought me.

They're coming.

- Look. Do you like it? - Wow. What a nice scooter.

- It's the latest model. - I believe you.

- Be careful; don't kill yourself. - No.

- Are you happy? - Yes

Oysters.

What?

Oysters.

It's not good. No.

Not good.

Not good.

Not good.

Not good.

Nothing.

Not good.

Who's that guy with the big mustache?

My grandfather. And if none of them is good, I'm better off.

They are all ugly.

I want a picture of a nice girl.

At least prettier than my mom, to make it work.

You have this one. And don't eat my sandwich, Piraña.

Sorry. It's just that I'm hungry again.

Not that one. It's easy to notice that she's your grandmother.

I don't have any more left.

And if my mom finds out that I took them from grandma...

This is the only decent one.

She's aunt Modestina, with another one.

Okay. We'll have to cut it. Go ask for a pair of scissors.

I think my mom has some.

I think he's very nice and pleasant.

Maybe a bit too much, you know? This morning...

What do you want?

A pair of scissors.

I don't have any. I tell you, very pleasant. Very recursive.

But Mari Luz told me that they get along very badly,

and they are somehow separated.

She is fed up with him because, apparently,

he's a very dominant man, who does whatever he pleases.

Tito, what do you want, dear?

Some scissors.

Wait a minute. And he's a ladies' man, a Don Juan.

Beatriz told me one day

that Desita told her that her parents got along very badly.

They spent all day yelling at each other.

Here. Be careful with these.

I'm just going to cut something.

Here you go.

Take it. You now have to write a dedication on the back.

Why?

to make her think that she's his mistress.

Write: 'To my dear lover, Cosme.'

My hand-writing is very bad.

She would recognize mine, idiot.

Do you think it will work out?

Of course. Once my mom finds that picture in my dad's pocket

I'm sure she'll divorce him.

And he'll buy a scooter and treat you to shrimp and oysters?

Of course. I'll have a cool dad.

And you'll take me in your scooter and invite me to eat with you?

Yes. Come on, write it down.

I don't care whatever you say.

Your excuses aren't good anymore.

It's as if I couldn't hear what you say.

Pilar, I don't even want you to listen to me.

All I want is to avoid any conflict. Do you get it? No more arguing.

Not tonight. I'm too tired. And to be honest,

I don't feel able to deal with your hysteria.

Hysteria? Sure, hysteria.

You don't care whether your wife and daughter spend their lives alone.

You can come in and out whenever you please,

with whomever you want and everything is fine.

But if your wife asks you something, she's then hysterical.

You don't care about anybody. Neither your wife nor your daughter.

Try to behave like other husbands at least during the days you're here.

Like other husbands?

Yes, like the others.

When you return to Madrid you can do whatever you want, as always.

You know I don't care.

But here I don't allow you to ridicule me.

You don't need anybody to help you be ridiculous.

You do that very well by yourself.

Do you think I didn't see you this morning with that one?

What are you saying? "That one" is a friend of Desita.

And this late? Who have you been with this late?

Or do you think I'm stupid?

That witch has been warming your ears, right?

My sister has nothing to do with this.

If it weren't for the girl...

If it weren't for the girl what? If it weren't for the girl!

If it weren't for the girl, I wouldn't be here.

What are you doing here at this hour?

Did you see the sunrise?

I've been here early a few times too.

One forgets everything else when the sun rises.

One feels like being born again.

- Julia. - Yes?

No, it's nothing.

It's nice to be seating here.

Perhaps one feels very small,

a bit ridiculous in front of all these wonders.

One comes here with one's problems...

And all this ends up involving you. Cleaning you.

Take a deep breath, Desi. As deep as you can.

Until your lungs are full. Until you can't inhale more.

Notice how little air we can hold.

But when it's inside you, is yours. Only yours. And that air is life.

They argue all the time. Always saying painful things to each other.

Yes. Of course, life is not as easy as breathing.

They look so unhappy when they are together

You are already mature enough

to know that those things happen sometimes.

Marriages fail; they get broken.

Sometimes it's not easy to live together.

If my mother...

No Desi. Don't try to blame anyone.

Because perhaps there's no one too blame, or too many guilty ones.

They don't love each other anymore.

Probably not.

But in any case, one can never turn the back.

What do you mean?

We've been too hypocritical in this country.

If they don't love each other, nothing will change that.

It doesn't mean they must spend the rest of their lives arguing

bitter and turning bitter everyone around them.

Do you understand?

A separation is always painful,

but it's less painful than a lifetime of animosity.

It's not my fault.

Of course not.

But they always say it's because of me.

If it weren't for me they wouldn't be together.

It's always about me. My dad came because of me.

My mom argues because of me and bears with my dad because of me.

But they never ask me.

They always want to hide everything from me.

Maybe you are unfairly their last excuse. Their last link.

But I don't want them to be unhappy.

Do you know what I do after seeing the sunrise?

You'll laugh. I baptize myself.

You heard it right. And It makes me feel reborn.

Do you want to do it with me?

Come on girl.

- Like this? - Yes.

What's wrong?

Playboy. Just a playboy.

Good morning.

Good morning, Nati. Have you seen the divorced?

how close they are?

Divorced... Oh my God.

What's bothering you?

Jesus. If you only knew what it is.

Don't scare me, woman.

I'll tell you. Otherwise I'd explode.

I stayed all night up last night.

Cosme has a lover.

But, why do you imagine that?

I have the proof.

Has anybody told you something?

People can overreact about these things.

Ignore what they tell you.

How can I ignore it. What if it happened to you?

Last night I found a woman's photograph in his wallet.

She might be an acquaintance

Yeah, right. Look

What an ugly calligraphy.

And she's not prettier either.

My aunt.

What?

This lady is my aunt Modestina.

Is that lady hot or the other kind?

The other kind.

What a confusion.

You bet. Until Tito and Piraña explained it.

When my mother told me, I almost died laughing.

Since you told them he was a cool guy.

It was just a comment.

Be quiet, here they come.

It's fantastic. I'd make the deliveries in an instant with this.

Ask your uncle for one.

Sure, pal. He's so receptive!

What time is it?

It must be 10 p.m.

Shall we go home?

Wait a little longer. It's still early.

Are you ready?

Her pain persists.

Give her another aspirin.

You know that when she has migraines

She always has them at the right times.

She's really sick. She throws up everything she eats.

Very well. We'll call the doctor then.

But I bet she doesn't want a doctor.

She says it will pass soon.

Of course, poor victim.

And while she suffers,

she ruins our night as she ruins everything else.

She says we should go ahead.

Okay, let's go.

I can't leave her like that, you know.

Of course. She knows that very well.

Please George, she can hear you.

Let her listen, once and for all.

And you also listen to me.

What happens to your sister is that she gets sick every time that...

Don't you want to admit it?

Your sister is our cancer. The cancer of our marriage.

Many of our problems are her fault.

Right. My sister has given me and my daughter

something you very often refuse to give us.

What has your sister given to you?

Affection, companionship, protection.

Protection?

That's what she thinks and she convinced you too.

Protection. She's made that her reason to live.

If she didn't protect you, what would be her purpose in life?

If your marriage worked well, who would need her?

That's why your marriage must fail.

That's an absurd lie.

Do you think so. I won't repeat it. But think about it carefully.

Are you coming out with me tonight, yes or not?

Why don't we leave it for tomorrow?

Because tomorrow it won't be the same.

Yes or not?

She's really sick.

Yes or not?

No.

Very well. I got it.

What can I get you sir?

A whiskey, please.

Thank you.

They must have a lot of fun here.

There are usually many tourists.

Is it for adults only?

I think so.

I've passed by sometimes in the winter and it was empty.

I bet you we can get in.

Sure. They won't let you in.

Besides, we must go home or we'll get into trouble.

Isn't that your father's car?

- Which one? - That one.

Yes, it is.

Let's get in.

And if they tell us something, we say we're going to see Desi's parents.

Look, he's there at the counter.

Desita.

Desita

She didn't go home. Have you found her?

No. What did her mother tell you?

Nothing. That she wasn't home yet.

She ask me to tell her to go home when I saw her.

Did you tell Julia?

Yes, and Chanquete. They're looking for her in the town.

Here is Pancho.

Nothing. I went up that cliff and to the other side.

What do we do?

We must return to town and tell her mother.

I'm going to talk to her father. Man to man. Can you come Pancho?

- We'd like to have a word with you. - Man to man.

What are you doing here? What do you want?

We are friends of Desita.

Is she with you?

She left, when she saw you here.

And we can't find her anywhere.

She's not home. Her scooter is out there.

You know what? You're not cool.

Desita.

Desita.

Desita.

Desita.

We can't find her anywhere.

I don't want to scare you, but I think you'd better tell the police

She can't be very far.

I also think you should tell the police.

Can I know what the hell you were doing here?

Who told you to go out of town?.

Do you always have to do whatever you please?

You can't fool around with me, you know.

I'll hit you so hard that your face will turn around.

Leave him. He's just a kid.

You're telling me to leave him?

What will you gain with it?

Are you telling me how to teach our children?

Listen. I think that you'd better tell the police

She appeared. She's home. She went to bed crying.

She didn't want to tell us anything.

Thank you all. Good night.

Not now. Please don't cry.

We've hidden the problem too long, within tears and disputes.

It's over, Pilar. It's over.

We shouldn't play anymore this absurd game

of the angry couple that wants to get divorced and never does it.

I's over. We have to take an adult, mature decision.

Do you mean... we should divorce?

I mean, take a civilized decision

that will let us get out of this hell we've been living in for years.

But what about the girl

Precisely because of the girl, who's starting to become an adult.

and must be tired of being used as an excuse for that hell

where, as you can see, she's the first one to jump in.

To separate forever?

I don't know. I don't know if it could be.

If we could still mend all we've broken.

If could could still get along somehow.

I honestly don't know.

We've mortified each other for so long

that I don't know if we could love each other again.

But even though, we have the right to remake our lives,

to get rid of that bitter taste that has been left over.

We have the right to laugh again, to live, to love. Yes, why not?

And I just realized that Desita would be much happier

if she saw us happy... Even if we are apart.

If you're going to continue crying...

No. This time is not a weapon or an accusation.

It's just a relief.

She's fine. She just said she doesn't want to see anybody.

She doesn't want to be bothered.

Please call me. We need to talk. I love you. Dad.

Dad.

Desita.

Desita.

She disappeared. She's not in her room.

Julia.

She ran away again.

Apparently she went after her father and has not returned.

That was at dawn and she hasn't returned yet.

At dawn?

Piraña and Tito, go tell her mother not to worry.

I know where she is. And go to the creek then.

Come with me all of you.

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