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BLUE SUMMER

SOMETHING DIES IN THE SOUL

- Don't you have any close relatives? - No. You know well I don't.

Please have a seat.

I can't do anything else for you.

It's up to you from now on.

Since you refuse to be sent to the hospital,

I won't accept any responsibility.

I'm not asking you to accept anything.

But you act as a child sometimes.

Going to the hospital for a few days for some tests and analysis

is not like being sent to prison, you know.

I'm sorry but I can't leave La Dorada and the rest of my stuff.

That's just a silly excuse.

Yes, nonsense. You're very stubborn

and since you already said no, you're not going to back up.

But I have to be honest with you. This way won't take us anywhere.

I think you must undergo a more comprehensive examination,

in order to find out what you have.

But that examination has to be done at the hospital.

But I can't force you if you don't want to.

Besides, your heart is too weak.

That's understandable. It has already gone through many joys and sorrows.

Alright. For the time being we'll put you on treatment. Take these pills.

Tha's all we can do for now.

But I want you to promise me something.

Think about all of this.

And stop thinking about your boat, the sea and all the rest.

The most important thing is you, right?

Chanquete!

I'm coming.

- Are you there? - I'm coming...

- Hi. - Hello. We thought you were away.

We went looking for you at the port and at Frasco's.

I had to take care of some stuff. What are you doing here?

If the mountain doesn't come to me... We haven't seen you much lately.

It seems that you're avoiding us.

No, no. I've been cleaning the house. It was a pigsty.

We can help you. Once I helped my mom put wall paper.

- And I spread the glue. - Yeah, all over the floor!

But on the paper too, girl.

I know a new technique to apply wall paper. I invented it.

I'm gonna wrap the boat with paper.

I appreciate your help, but I'm not gonna put paper in the walls of La Dorada.

Chanquete, Javi has something to ask you.

- Really? - It's about fishing.

They don't believe me.

Keep in mind that Pancho knows a lot about fishing...

Look, chanquete with a gorgeous woman!

Give me that or...

I'm sorry. Some other day I'll show you what's inside that chest. Some other day.

Come on kids. Go play something.

The last one is a rotten egg.

But without any false starts.

The days start to get shorter.

You had never seen me like this, had you?

No, but we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.

Have you already painted La Dorada III?

Not yet.

I got sick with the idea of the kid going through my things.

For a moment I forgot he was a child,

and his curiosity was beyond any offense.

I'm becoming a grumpy old man. He'll get over it, won't he?

Of course. He must have already forgotten it. And you too, right?

Aren't you going to the sea today either?

Who told you I'm not going to the sea?

As I said, I just have to tidy up some things here.

Tidying up, why?

You should understand it, you're a woman.

I don't want my guests to think that La Dorada looks like a pigsty.

Is there anything wrong, Chanquete?

Nothing. This damn pipe is turned off again.

Diver.

Diver.

- Hello. Good morning Ms Julia. - Hi. You're not working today?

- I had to visit Mr. Jose. - Who?

- The doctor. It's my kidney. - What?

I've got kidney stones. What I didn't like to find out was about Chanquete.

What about Chanquete?

When one reaches that point, it's bad. One thing leads to another.

Look at me Ms. Julia. If he doesn't go to the hospital, even worse.

What are you talking about, diver?

About health. Or the lack of it, rather. Me, I'm already used to it...

This kidney already have more stones than Red Riding Hood's wolf.

Right, but I meant what about Chanquete. What's that story of the hospital?

Mr. Jose told me, to see if I can lift his spirit.

I told him I'm not the best one to cheer him up, don't you think?

Yes, I know. What did he say about Chanquete?

He has to be admitted to the hospital for some tests and analyses.

Perhaps a biopsy. They don't say it. Moreover, it seems that the heart...

Well, what does the doctor say?

Mr. Jose says it's just an exam to take a better look at him.

They always say the same.

You're always so optimistic. What else did the doctor say?

He said Chanquete doesn't want to go to the hospital. He has refused it.

I myself feel at home at the hospital.

I've been there so many times. And I'll be there again frequently.

These stones are no good, you know. If they at least were precious stones.

- La Dorada III? - Hi, Julia. Yes, it's La Dorada III.

Didn't you tell me you were going to rent it to make it profitable?

I now want it for me, to travel.

Traveling? Very well. Don't you think that's a contradiction?

Why?

La Dorada III means to you all your love for life, the sea, nature. Right?

You can't go back now.

It would be a coward betrayal of what this boat means to you.

I don't get what you're trying to say.

You do. Yes, you do. You went to see Mr. Jose.

- He told me everything. - He has no right to do it.

Of course he has the right. He is your friend.

He's just trying that you be a bit reasonable.

You'd just have to stay there a few days.

Just enough to have an accurate diagnostic.

Come on, it will only be a few days.

They'll take good care of you and in no time you'll be back with us.

And then you can go travel with your Dorada III.

And people will say: look, there goes Chanquete in his freshly-painted boat.

He knows how to do it. They'll be jealous.

If I go there, I won't come back.

Don't be ridiculous, Chanquete. They just want to make some tests.

4 or 5 days, a week at the most.

That's just the beginning.

They'll want to make more and more. They'll never leave me alone.

I see. It's easy to tell others to have courage,

but it's a different matter when it involves us, isn't it?

Besides, who cares what an old man does or doesn't do?

I see. Mr. Jose was right. you're stubborn and selfish.

Who cares? I do and the children too.

The diver cares and Frasco too.

This town and the sea care.

Alright, I'll go to the hospital, but not because you tell me to.

Because I want to.

Cut it out.

We can all go in. Just for a while and in an orderly way, please.

I promised them that you are all very serious. All of you.

Let's see if it's true. Follow that corridor, to the left.

Silence.

Go ahead that way. You can go in.

- Is it here? - Yes, but knock first.

- What is it? - Chanquete looks strange.

- Strange? What do you mean? - Let's see.

He looks like a mummy.

What are you doing? Let me go through.

- Hello, Chanquete! - Hi.

We got so scared. We thought you were that thing.

Here. We picked them in the fields near La Dorada.

To make you feel at home.

We also brought you a fish, to remind you of the sea.

Thank you to all of you. The flowers are very pretty and the fish too.

Thanks. I feel much better now.

- Did it hurt a lot? - A lot.

Where did it hurt?

It hurt being away from you and all that. How's everything?

Fine, we're all waiting for you.

Did the doctor tell you... when they're gonna let me leave?

Chanquete, be patient. You've been here for only 3 days.

That's an eternity.

Who's that?

I don't know. He can't talk. I heard he had an accident.

His car crashed against a truck.

Apparently there's not much space in the hospital so he's here.

But in a few days they'll move him to another room. I was told that.

He doesn't bother me. On the contrary.

But he must be a bit boring, since he can't talk.

He sometimes grunts a little.

Can you hear him?

Besides, we have some good talks when we want. I talk and he listens.

- How does he eat? - They must be injecting him serum.

And how does he...

- How does he what? - How does he pee and the other stuff?

I just want to know in case that happens to me someday.

- When are you coming back? - Whenever they let me go.

Very soon.

Why don't you run away?

Because he's not in jail. In 2 or 3 days he will be back in La Dorada III.

- Will you take us for a ride then? - Of course.

- Us too? - You will be the first.

Can't you remain still for a second? Not even here?

Excuse us sir. It was the boys. They won't do it again.

We were just checking whether the foot nerves sent impulses to the brain.

Impulses is what I'll give you.

Besides, he liked it. He smiled.

We'll talk later.

- May I? - Come in.

Gosh. How bad you look Chanquete.

- Where's Tito? - He went to the bathroom.

Wait a moment; the midget is missing.

So, was the patient more enthusiastic?

Yes, he was happier. The kid's visit was good for him.

- Are these the kids? - Yes, except one who's coming.

- So? did you see your friend? - Yes.

Doctor, when do you think he can leave?

I don't know. I can't really tell you, but he'll be with you soon.

Thank you doctor. The kids and I are very grateful.

You are welcome.

What's that?

Look, I'm like Chanquete's neighbor.

Do you think they won't let us come back?

- I'm afraid not. - All because of this midget.

- How many meters you think you used? - I don't know. I guess the whole roll.

If there was an emergency...

That's not fair. These are the ones who did it.

Why do we all have to pay for them?

We could explain it to the director, couldn't we?

It wasn't me. It was that midget.

You always mess around. One day you'll get it.

From whom? you?

- Do you want to get one? - No.

Well, that's enough. Let me work.

- Julia, how much does a painting cost? - Why? Would you like to buy one?

No, but I thought that we could offer him one from all of us.

Julia already gave him one. It's in La Dorada, isn't it?

That doesn't matter.

- I was thinking about a special one. - Special how?

- Yes, a special order. - Explain yourself.

Since Chanquete misses La Dorada so much,

I thought you could make a painting for him.

That's a good idea.

Sure. Why didn't we think of that before?

Do you know where...?

He left. He said he was leaving and he did.

We couldn't stop him. Not even the director. He's very stubborn.

Thank you.

Chanquete.

Are you feeling better?

Better than ever.

Tomorrow I'll make a trip with my little one,

which will be painted, combed and with Sunday's dress. You're invited painter.

Holly Mary. I accept.

Keep quite for a moment, I think I heard somebody yelling.

It seems Pancho's voice.

Yes, it sounds like him.

Chanquete is dead.

Chanquete is dead.

Chanquete is dead.

Chanquete is dead.

Chanquete has died.

Chanquete has died.

Chanquete. Chanquete.

Tito, Chanquete can't answer you.

Why? Is he sleeping?

No, he's not sleeping. He's dead.

- Dead? - Yes, he's dead.

- But he's down there. - Yes, but it's as if he wasn't.

- Can't he hear us anymore? - No.

And he can't see us either?

He can't go fishing?

And he can't play accordion?

He's completely dead then?

Well, nobody dies completely.

But it's a big bummer anyway.

Yes, that's right. Dead is always a bummer.

Where does one goes after dead?

Tell me, Julia.

I'm not sure, Tito. I don't know.

Some say there's a heaven where good people go.

And a hell for those who are bad.

Other say that when we die,

we join other human beings and continue to live.

yet others say we turn into dust,

ashes, food for living beings. There are other theories.

How about you? What do you think?

Chanquete was a good man.

He will certainly be in a place where good men are welcome.

Where good men are treated right and with justice.

The sea. That's it.

In the sea, with all the other sailors and fishermen from all times.

But he may drown.

Not anymore. He will have a honorable place.

Did you see a very nice film called "Intrepid captains"?

Yes, I saw it at the summer cinema.

Chanquete must be there, at the bottom of the sea. Talking to Spencer Tracy.

- Would you like some coffee Ms. Julia? - Thanks, Frasco.

He trully loved you and the kids a lot.

- Yes, I know. - You were his friends.

To be honest, I've wondered sometimes. what could link an old fisherman

with a girl like you and some kids.

What could you all have in common?

I's not easy to understand. I can't explain it either.

It's as if there was a secret wave inside every human being which

sometimes synchronizes with those of other people apparently different.

With different ages, backgrounds and lifestyles.

I don't know. All I can tell you is that when people connect to the same wave,

I don't know how to put it. They feel like a superior force.

As if they suddenly got the feeling of not being alone.

Of being heard, of being loved. That what you say or do has a meaning

for someone else more than for you.

It's so complicated and so simple at the same time.

Chanquete was a good man. One of the best ones I've ever met.

Do you see, Frasco? You're also on the same wave.

- Are you serious? - Of course

I'm happy to know that.

Tell me something, Frasco. Do you think he knew he was dying?

He was very reserved regarding his private life.

All I know is that during his last days he didn't want to go to the sea.

He didn't even come to the bar.

It looked as if he was trying to run away from people.

Yes.

Do you think he suffered?

For a man who loved life and the sea the way he did,

saying goodbye must've been hard.

Saying goodbye. That's the song he would sing to himself lately.

What?

Yes, one of those famous Seville songs.

He liked them a lot and he would always hum them. You know what I mean?

Yes, I know. Those songs that go like:

"Something dies inside the soul"

That's it. Those.

Something dies inside the soul, When a friend dies.

Something dies in the soul When a friend parts away

When a friend parts away Something dies in the soul.

When a friend parts away

something dies in the soul When a friend parts away

When a friend parts away And leaves behind a track

Which cannot be erased.

And leaves behind a track Which cannot be erased.

Don't go away yet Please don't go away.

Don't go away yet

Because even my guitar Cries when it says goodbye.

A mute handkerchief When it is time to go.

When it is time to go A mute handkerchief.

When it is time to go

A mute handkerchief When it is time to go.

When it is time to go Because some words hurt

And they must not be said.

Because some words hurt And they must not be said.

Don't go away yet Please don't go away.

Don't go away yet

Because even my guitar cries When it says goodbye.

Just a moment, please.

My mom says Chanquete must be in heaven.

No, he's in the sea. Julia said that.

Why do you think the sea is blue?

Because the sky is reflected on it and they become of the same color.

Do you believe in eternal life, Julia?

I believe all of this must have a purpose.

Do you believe in God?

Of course, I do.

But I can't always talk to him and I get desperate for his silence,

and the seemingly odd contradictions.

My mom also told me that Chanquete must be with God.

Chanquete always carried a piece of God inside him.

Because he was a good man.

He must have found the rest of him now.

Do you think he's watching us?

Close your eyes very tight.

I saw Chanquete.

I see him too.

- So do I. - And I.

Of course, because we think of him.

Yes, and we can even hear his voice clearly and his laughter.

That's why I told you nobody dies completely.

Even less Chanquete.