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Salt Water

Inspired by true events.

Inspired by true events. And some that may very well be.

Let's go. Use your head.

That's it!

Switch sides! Switch sides!

Go, Tasio! You can do it Tasio!

Go that way. Quickly!

Throw me the ball.

Perfect. That's it.

Seabass, catfish, cojinúa!

Seabass, catfish, cojinúa!

Do you plan to go to the funeral?

I have to.

To remind them I own this place.

You should come with me.

So they know you have your mother’s back.

They’ve never disputed this land.

I don’t think they want to fight over this piece of shit property now.

So naïve, Jacobo.

Everyone wants to move closer to the ocean

Especially now that the area has gained value.

Your half-siblings are going to be all over us like vultures.

You seem quite greedy yourself.

We could sell it and use the money.

What’s the rush?

You have a roof over your head and food on your plate.

A share of that money is going straight to your pockets.

Ok then, it’s your loss.

That boy has a lot of energy.

Seabass, catfish, cojinúa!

Fresh fish is here!

That fisherman could have been my stepdad.

Get over it.

Respect your mother.

Tasio!

Jacobo! Help! Your brother is running off to the beach!

Tasio!

Don’t make me come and get you, boy!

You see?

Just as spoiled as you, Jacobo.

Mommy, I just want to go to the beach for a little while.

I’m gonna lock you up in your room, how about that instead?

I will keep playing here then.

Where do you think you are going? That house can collapse in on you.

-But I lost my ball down there…

-But I lost my ball down there... -What’s lost is lost.

Jesus Christ. We’re going back home.

Seabass, catfish, mojarra, cojinúa!

What’s up people! Seabass, catfish, mojarra…

Hey, babe…

You hooked my heart, like a fish on a lure.

You never change.

Are you going back to Barranquilla?

Hop in, I’ll drive you there.

Seabass, catfish, cojinúa!

Dear father: What did I do wrong? ...

Spiritual Retreat - Week 1: Principle and Foundation

Namasté.

Elbows tight to your trunk.

Flex them.

Feel the air.

Connect with your body.

Now push down.

Then push your body backwards.

Once again, place your buttocks atop your heels.

Feel the relief on your back.

With your next breath, pull up your body.

Hun, I told you we were late.

-It's OK, love. He won’t say anything. -Adho mukha svanasana.

Place your right foot in front of you.

Left foot next.

Bend your knees a little bit, and place your hands on your thighs.

Inhale, and stretch your back.

Exhale...

And return to the last position.

Uttanasana. Hands to feet pose.

Brother, beginners yoga class.

At your service.

Hey. Yoga for beginners.

Low cost lessons.

My deepest condolences, bro.

That’s not the father I remember.

-Good evening, amigos.

-Good evening, amigos. -Good evening, thanks.

Hey there!

Yoga lessons for beginners.

-Thanks -The triple G class offer.

Gentle on the body, Good for your soul, and a Great bargain.

Did you start frying?

The oil is heating up.

I've never harmed a soul. Let alone a child.

-That's not what Roberto Suarez's mom says

-That's not what Roberto Suarez's mom says -That woman is crazy.

That boy swore under oath and the prosecution declared my innocence.

Civil law and Canon law are two very different things.

As I understand, for a while now

the Ecclesiastical authority is investigating you for misconduct

How would you know? Vatican archives are secret.

Why would they need a secret archive?

Have you no respect? There's a minor involved.

That boy sure is a victim, but not mine.

He’s a victim of your media circus! For God's sake!

Father, calm down. We only want to find out the truth.

-Well, I have nothing to hide.

-Well, I have nothing to hide. -Then by all means, tell the audience...

Which country are they gonna transfer you to while this tide calms?

Oh, Negro!

Negro. My Love. Stay at home.

There's no one here.

Those empanadas look yummy,

Here, I’ll give you an empanada, but please go the fuck away.

But give me hot sauce.

-Hot sauce my ass.

-Hot sauce my ass. -Yes, very spicy, my love.

Take it and leave. Go now.

Thanks, my love.

I love you. You are the love of my life. My all.

Take a peek. Opa!

I love you, Negro!

There’s only four empanadas left.

Any with cheese filling?

Don’t eat them all. Save some for breakfast.

26, minus 10 for your room.

No bonus tonight?

May I speak to Father Jose Luis Díaz?

You are a fisherman too, so you know how it goes.

Of course.

No one wants to sell their produce short. Right?

That fish has gone bad!

Someone catch him! He’s a flight risk!

Relax your breathing, let it come naturally.

Feel every breath.

Relax your face.

Put a smile on it.

Open up your soul to all the pretty things yet to come.

Someone’s desperate to reach you.

That’s my wife calling.

Answer it. Don't mind me.

Not now. I’m with you.

Does she know you swing both ways?

Pal, she and I keep no secrets at all.

"It would be better to be thrown into the sea with a millstone...

I am innocent and I demand respect.

"...To be thrown into the sea with a millstone hung around your neck

than to cause one of these little ones to fall into sin."

Luke, 17:2

I've never harmed a soul. Let alone a child.

That's not what Roberto Suarez's mom says.

That woman is crazy.

That boy swore under oath. The prosecution already declared my innocence.

Civil law and Canon law are two very different things.

Good morning, neighbor.

Dark as night. Hot as hell...

-And bitter as life itself. -And bitter as life itself.

Coffee was the only thing that could get you through a Sunday 6 am mass.

You are all grown up.

How old are you now? 26? 27?

I wish. Almost 33, Father.

Holy Mary in heaven!

I almost didn’t recognize you with all that hair on your face.

When did you get into town?

Last night.

Father...

Didn’t you pack any summer clothes?

Same old same old.

No wonder you are dripping in sweat.

Quite the bully.

You didn’t get that from me, little bug.

Do you have an air cooler?

I have a floor fan, but power is out.

-The electric company says it's not safe.

-The electric company says it's not safe. -Why? What's wrong? Is it dangerous?

Not safe to leave the bill unpaid.

In any case, this place doesn’t look safe anymore.

The house is very deteriorated. What happened?

Time happened.

Your mom? How’s she doing?

She’s doing well. She lives in Barranquilla.

Got married again… Then divorced, again.

She has a new boy now, even more troublesome than I was.

How about you?

-A wife? Kids?

-A wife? Kids? -Hell no. God forbid.

Lord, bless him but please don’t multiply him.

You little rascal. Always a handful.

Where are you staying at?

At Doña Lucila’s hostel.

You booked a hostel?

Shit, so you are finally living up to the so-called vow of poberty.

You were always so proud of the Italian marble grotto of the virgin at our school.

The sanctuary door, imported from Rome.

A modest oceanfront retreat house with 30 rooms and a view of the Caribbean.

For all I know, you all wiped your asses with gold toilet paper.

They sold that property for a lot of money a few years back.

They're gonna turn it into an apartment complex. But the house is still standing.

The house is covered in weeds now. Have you checked it out yet?

Tell me about the school campus in Bogotá.

Well, schools in that area are a bit more… serious.

You mean boring.

I have one foot out the door anyways.

Is it because of the scandal with that boy? Roberto?

Sorry. I didn’t mean to…

I had a favorite altar boy. So what? They’re blowing it out of proportions.

I can’t take this anymore. Not anymore.

Then put the cassock aside.

It's a burden too heavy to remove.

“But when you ask, you must believe and not doubt...

Because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind.”

James. 1:6.

Ask God for discernment.

Let salt water wash away all sorrows.

Isn’t that why you made us take spiritual retreats so close to the ocean?

Spiritual Retreat – Week 2: the calling.

The water here is brackish, remember?

Is the bathroom where it used to be?

Middle door.

Didn't you go to college?

I'm a nurse, but I stopped working.

Way too many deaths this past season.

Who is that guy?

A tenant with benefits.

Hear that? My cue to leave.

Why do you keep attending mass?

I’m leaving the boat, not the ocean.

I set sail a pretty boat of my own this time of day.

Board it anytime you want.

Good luck.

Namaste.

-Namaste.

-Namaste. -Namaste.

Father, do you want more lemonade?

No, thanks, Doña Lucila.

Here. Thanks for the hammer. It came in handy.

Sure thing. Gladly, Father.

Have you been to Puerto Colombia before?

Yes. Although, I hadn’t visited in many years.

The town has changed a lot. Bigger now.

I’ll be sure to take a long walk.

I can find you a little boy to tour you around.

These lazy ass kids have nothing else to do nowadays.

Don’t worry, Doña Lucila. I know the area very well.

Honey. I’ve been working my ass off, but still not enough money for your tickets.

Just wait for me a little longer, please.

“Zuleima”...

Shit. That’s a beautiful name. “Zuleima”.

though you chose our baby’s name without me.

We are in a pandemic. The streets are empty

Go home. Reinvent yourself.

Let’s go get a room together.

You are a pain in the ass.

Negro. For real now...

Give me a dollar. I'll get a room for the both of us, my love.

I love you. You are hot.

-I already have a room of my own, Mona.

-I already have a room of my own, Mona. -Oh, Really?

Yes.

Then take me with you.

Here. Take this and get the hell out.

Oops. Forgot the hot sauce.

No hot sauce for you.

Go fuck yourself, Mona.

-I am innocent and I demand respect.

-I am innocent and I demand respect. -"...To be thrown into the sea...

Playing that fucking audio again? Just go to sleep.

Fuck.

Yoga Lessons

You love that, don’t you?

Always fooling around and tree trunking, you slut.

My mom says the ocean used to be right outside our backyard.

But it’s very far now. Even water is pulling away from me.

I hadn’t seen you in a while.

You don’t show up for class, or for a drink…

-Stop the drama, this ain’t a play.

-Stop the drama, this ain’t a play. -Are you not seeing my stage?

Join me up here so you don’t get a stiff neck.

-No way. Grow up.

-No way. Grow up. -No way.

I’m never growing up.

Grow up, I said. I need you to be an example for your godson.

-We found out this morning.

-We found out this morning. -Shit, bro. Congratulations.

Now I’m gonna be seeing even less of you.

Such a drama queen. We're almost neighbors

We have to celebrate, bro. What does Lola say? How is she?

Ecstatic. She’s wanted to get me pregnant for a while now.

Don’t deny it. You used to fuck her behind the bushes in the school yard.

I saw you two with my own eyes.

Well. Actually four eyes. I hade huge glasses back then.

Were you spying on me?

You don’t miss out on anything.

Don’t you remember the bushes moving when you were with her?

Then she used to say “We can't do it here. There are snakes in the bushes”.

You are looking at the snake.

So you were the one interrupting my sexcapades? You son of a bitch!

You should thank me instead!

What if you'd got her pregnant back then?

It'd been quite a burden.

Perhaps you too should make up with Dieguini.

Which Dieguini?! Diego who?

Your old boss of the night shift.

I ran into him. He’s expecting your call.

No, thanks.

You never told me why the two of you broke up.

He’s a good man with a good job.

And, don’t get me wrong, but he’s also very handsome.

Too handsome. Handsome one’s cheat faster.

You didn't use to be this bitter. I don’t undertand.

Namaste, bitch!

You talk the talk but don’t walk the walk.

Perhaps is better you weren’t around these past few days…

I wanted to tell you in person before you ran into him.

Run into whom?

I contacted Father Jose Luis

He’s in town.

What is it with you and that priest.

Mona!

Come. Come.

Keep an eye on the chair and the table.

Sir! Yes sir!

Julio! Hey, you, dog!

You love me, don't you?

Unlike that other asshole who punched me in the face.

That son of a bitch.

Julio! Don't leave me, Julio!

Drink up! Up! It’s only sacramental wine.

Do you remember?

Bottoms up! Bottoms up!

Bottoms up! He used to say…

Here, pal. Hand me the keys.

Thanks a lot, brother.

Holy shit.

You couldn’t invite me to the party?

Not cool. Not cool.

Up. Up. Up the stairs.

Shit. Shit.

We need to sober him up.

Go to the fridge, pour him a glass of water and add some salt.

That should do the trick. Please.

Hey. I’ll be right back.

You are laughing now, Julio?

Cute puppy. Cutie, cutie.

Mommy’s here. Mommy’s here!

You are a cute dog, but don't jump on the table or I'll fuck you up!

Mona!

-I love you. -My love.

Where is my tip?

You are a pain in the ass! You hear me?

Fuck you.

No, fuck you, asshole.

Did you see your eye? It's fucked up.

-Than man of yours hit you, right?

-Than man of yours hit you, right? -Don't mention his name.

Here, this should sober you up.

-Why would you bring him up. -Go fuck yourself, Mona!

I will kill you, Negro!

I’m your friend! Why do you treat me like this?

Don't remind me of that asshole.

Just go home. Go away.

Drink a little bit more.

Just a bit more.

You are almost done. Drink.

Stop that nonsense. Sip some more.

Come here.

-Come on. Let’s get you to your room.

-Come on. Let’s get you to your room. -Get up.

Up we go.

Come up here.

-Quit joking around, bro.

-Quit joking around, bro. -Let’s go inside.

Give me that.

What? You are gonna hit on me now?

Come. Come.

Let’s go to your room.

Spiritual Retreat - Week 3: mistery of the passion.

Erasmo.

What’s up, pal. What do you need?

I need the room.

I found a new tenant who can pay more money...

So you know how it goes.

Did he steal from you?

Erasmo is an honest man. He found a cheaper room elsewhere and left

I don’t like it when you come unannounced.

Excuse me?

How is it that I need permission to come to my own house?

What if I had been in a meditation lesson? You would have ruined the vibe.

Well, you weren't.

See that?

Instead of asking how I'm doing, he picks up a fight.

Lord, give me patience.

Mom, can we go to the beach now?

No, Tasio. No.

So, selling the house is still on your agenda.

We’ll see. Nothing concrete yet.

So far there are no real buyers.

Only peekers and gossipers.

And I have no saying in this at all.

Stop being so sentimental.

Jacobo, grow up.

Let me give you a hand.

There’s room here for your clothes.

-Make yourself at home. Get comfortable.

-Thank you. -I'll be back in a second.

Why did you bother? I don’t even watch the TV.

I just think you could put away the bible for a little while.

Is not like you don't know how it ends.

Jacobo...

The bible is like music.

Doesn’t matter which song is playing, it always speaks to you on some level.

"He said to them...

...Do you bring in a lamp to put it under a bowl or a bed?

Instead, don’t you put it on its stand?"

"For whatever is hidden is meant to be disclosed...

and whatever is concealed is meant to be brought out into the open.

If anyone has ears to hear, let them hear”

Mark 4, 21-23.

The only burning lamp here is your town.

I’ve really tried...

to make peace with this heat…

But this weather has declared war on me.

This is room is airy, youl’ll see.

I’ll get you the “air cooler”.

Wait, just bring me “the floor fan”.

You are all set.

Thanks, my son.

You’re welcome, Father.

You should stop calling me “father”.

Or else I’ll never get used to my own name.

I was wondering...

Does the rent here include yoga lessons?

So my “private boat” invitation rang your bell.

Let's see, I scheduled a class for tomorrow morning…

But...

Sometimes, on Fridays or Saturdays, Brian Tenorio joins us.

So you stayed friends with him?

He doesn't remember a thing.

What is there to remember?

I never touched you, or him...

Or anyone else for that matter.

Yes, relax your shoulders.

Tilt your head back.

There you go.

Relax. Breath in.

The mail was on your doorstep.

José Luis...

Use this pan as you wish.

But this one is mine. No meat here.

You can handwash your clothes on mondays.

That way it can sundry and be put away before students get here on tuesdays.

Around this time of the day, you take out the empanadas from the fridge.

I like them defrosted before frying. That's why they turn out so crunchy.

We have good clientele on the weekends.

So I cancelled tonight's meditation lesson to help you out. Ok?

You didn't have to do that. I can handle the stand myself.

Are you sure?

Affirmative, boss.

I'll help you get set up. And head back to my lessons.

Later tonight I'll help you clean up. I don't want you herniated.

Well, look at him. He's Mr. Gym boy now.

Remember at school? You used to beg me to pull you out of gym class.

But look at you now...

A healthy grown up man.

Deep fry them. That's also part of the secret.

I have chicken, and meat empanadas.

How about stuffed potatoes?

No, I just sell empanadas.

-1 dollar.

-1 dollar. -One?

-Yes.

-Yes. -Here, I’ll pay for mine.

alright.

-Thanks man.

-Thanks man. -You are welcome.

Goodbye.

Scare away every bad thought on your mind.

Let them out...

Erase them with every breath.

Until you feel your head is a blank page.

What was that song you used to play for us at school?

Let’s see If I can remember.

Oh, Lord!

Make a new man out of me!

Before a long wait...

Takes years away from me!

I’m ready...

Te serve you as you please...

I'm rusty. You try it.

This was the only vice I couldn’t get you to drop in school.

But you gifted me with a passion for books

I don’t need fingernails to turn a page.

Do you still play the accordion?

Impossible. My instructor left.

I’ll try to stay this time around

Why do you have a hummingbird?

They are magic.

It’s said that hummingbirds fly backwards

Because they treasure time within their feathers.

With a quick flap of their wings they can move through dimensions.

Fly to a previous life.

And come back to the present, victorious.

To continue to suck out all the marrow of life.

With a peace of mind one can only have....

once the past is healed.

Spiritual Retreat - Week 3 (2) A cross in the heart

Hey, neighbor!

Neighbor!

Professor...

You should talk to your student.

She's acting weird.

At least we get to see the ocean, right?

I know everyone thinks it's a stupid dream

But it'd be great to see that big blue sea.

All that water...

Go swimming...

Listen to the ocean...

It would be nice, don’t you think?

Avocado!

Avocado!

Avocado!

This is where I had my first Confession...

Will you forgive for yesterday?

God alone can grant forgiveness.

But I can excuse you.

Hey! Buttface!

Be careful! You gonna get shot in the eye if you keep peeking.

I’ll go downtown and meet you later at your place.

What’s that man doing here?

Just visiting.

Visiting...

If your mom finds out, she’ll have a heart attack.

Don’t be a tattle teller.

How is she doing?

Annoying, as usual.

Ever since that other motherfucker died, she’s determined to sell the house.

Well, dude...

That land is worth a lot of money.

You too? Always thinking about money.

Where does that leave me?

With that kind of money, you can leave and go wherever you want to.

Just make sure to take me with you.

The two of you are very much alike.

I don’t understand why you and my mom didn't hit it off

Shit, I ask myself the same thing.

Jacobo, how could I let that fox get away?

Have some respect, asshole!

Would you look at that?

She arrived in town a few days ago, suitcases and all.

You were fucking him, right?

Small town, big hell.

Where are they staying at?

They rented a small room up the hills.

You guys are bizarre, I don’t get it.

Empty hearts embrace love where offered.

Why a toy accordion?

I paid the water bill and then ran out of money.

You shouldn’t have bothered.

Feel the harmony in the surrounding sounds

Cars...

Crickets...

The air...

The ocean.

The energy of the universe flows into you.

To harmonize the soul.

So what will happen with the HDL?

Well, your body will eliminate it through your feces.

But the LDL will not be eliminated. It will stay there.

Where? In your arterial vessels.

How would this affect, let's say, a hypertensive patient?

That boy sure is a victim, but not mine.

He’s a victim of your media circus! For God's sake!

Father, calm down. We only want to find out the truth.

-Well, I have nothing to hide.

-Well, I have nothing to hide. -Then by all means, tell the audience...

Which country are they gonna transfer you to while this tide calms?

So that’s why you cancelled the lessons on me?

-Are you hiding him there?

-Are you hiding him there? -He’s not hiding out.

I cancelled cuz there weren’t enough students anyway.

I'm no idiot, you motherfucker!

You two are together.

-I am not a child anymore.

-I am not a child anymore. -But he’s still a priest!

-He’s leaving the Church.

-He’s leaving the Church. -Fuck! Stop making up excuses for him!

Tell me what you remember.

There's nothing to remember.

Jo, Brother!

Your mom’s been calling like crazy.

Mom, it's me.

Jacobo. Tasio ran away.

He kept saying you promised to take him to the beach.

Jacobo, what’s wrong?

Tell me he is there with you, please!

Hey, Jacobo, what’s going on, brother?

Tasio!

Tasio!

You let him in in the first place.

What? You think by hiding his pictures you could get me to forget about him?

Jacobo, get him out.

Or I myself will drag his ass on the street.

Don’t leave, I beg of you.

Please...

You are not really here.

You said you were going to stay this time

"Dear Father...

What did I do wrong?

Why have you forsaken me?

Am I no longer your best friend?"

"If God’s love is as big as you say, then why can't I feel it anymore?

Without you...

I feel a hole in my heart and it hurts.

Please don’t forget me, and come back for me.

Love...

Jacobo Duarte.

Third grade."

You're seriously saying you didn’t love me, Father?

I love all my children equally.

Not that bullshit kind of love.

Real love. Flesh and blood love.

I never touched a…

-hair on your head. -hair on my head…

But what about my soul? You didn’t touch that either?

-Get help, Jacobo.

-Get help, Jacobo. -No, you get help!

And stop making little boys fall in love with you.

Confess.

Confess and truth shall set you free.

When you confess a sin,

you are obliged to forget about it.

And I already confessed my sins to the only one I answer to.

Yet you still carry a heavy burden. Seems like you were not heard.

I came to the wrong place, I'm sure now.

Where else will you be welcomed?

Spiritual Retreat - Week 4: “He is not here, He has risen” Luke 24:6