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BLUE SUMMER

THE END OF THE SUMMER

Pancho...

Hi. What are you doing?

Nothing I was just passing by and I stopped to look.

Yes, I'm also taking a walk.

- Where are the boys? - Packing up their things, I suppose.

We planned to meet later.

They'd like to do something special for our farewell.

Yes, Desita told me.

- I'm not going. - Why?

I don't like to do anything special. I don't like goodbyes.

Usually nobody likes it.

Specially when it means departing from someone you love.

Are you in a hurry?

No, this can wait.

Very well. Let's take a walk, Okay?

- When are you leaving? - I don't know. I haven't decided yet.

But will it be soon?

Maybe. We all have our place.

Our own destiny... I don't know.

Sometimes I've thought this was my place.

But it isn't. Sooner or later I'll have to go back home.

You understand it, don't you? You're almost a man so you understand.

Beatriz, Quique, Desi and Javi they all have their own place.

The same as you.

Well not the same. You are luckier.

You have this beach, the sea, mountains, air, seagulls...

Yes, but I'll be lonely.

We're all a bit lonely all the time. Do you think they will be together?

They sure live in the same city,

but it's such a large city that they might never be together.

They're not going to see each other?

Perhaps, but I doubt it.

They might talk on the phone at the beginning, but gradually

each one of them will get more involved in his own group,

away from the rest.

However, I know that they will often think of this town and

this summer we spent together. We've done so many things, haven't we?

Some of them funny.

And some sad ones too.

They'll be anxious to come back. You'll see

They will count the days until next summer.

And one day, before you notice, they all will be here again.

Do you really think they'll come back?

Of course they will. They had a wonderful summer.

And their parents too. Beatriz's father told me that yesterday.

Perhaps Beatriz will already have a boyfriend next year.

Maybe. Or a very good friend.

- She's so pretty. - Yes, and very romantic.

Perhaps somebody will write her a letter. Someone she likes...

Do you think she likes me?

I didn't say that. But the way you two look at each other...

You're the only person who understands me, Julia.

- the only one who understands everything. - Me?

and now I should go deliver this or my uncle...

- Goodbye, Julia. - Goodbye.

You'll never learn, man.

Damn!

Show me how the tongue goes.

Like this, see? And then these two fingers go like this.

And the upper teeth over the tongue. Then blow really hard.

Is this a concert or what?

What a clan. If someone sees you.

We were practicing here while we waited for you.

Have you seen how this girl whistles?

- Of course, with those braces. - Very funny!

- And Pancho? - I didn't see him.

- What are these two doing here? - They came along.

We said it would be only for the older ones, didn't we?

We want to say goodbye too.

- But you can't. - Why?

Because I say so. That's all.

Gosh, this one has such a bad temper!

That's right boy. Cheer up a bit.

Your whistles have made me stress.

What are we going to do then?

We first have to wait for Pancho.

And then?

You said we were some very special farewell, didn't you?

And that we'd have more fun than ever.

To leave a good taste in our mouths.

Have you packed already?

More or less. Mom's going through the fourth or fifth suitcase.

My parents spent all day arguing. The same as the day we came here.

'You're bringing enough stuff for a North Pole expedition.'

'Would you hurry up?'

'We might have to get off to get the suitcases into the car.'

- A big mess. - My parents too.

And mine.

- Of course, they're the same as hers. - Oh yes, that's true.

- It's either 5 p.m. or an angel came. - What?

We all remained quiet. That's what the 'Forbidden Age' book says.

- Have you red it? - I did.

- It's a bit daring, isn't it? - No, that's nothing.

Well, let's do something.

Otherwise all angels will pass us by.

And we won't have any fun.

Let's look for Pancho.

He might have a good idea.

Pancho, your friends are down there asking for you.

What should I tell them?

- Tell them I'm busy. - You are busy... Alright.

- They ask whether it will take long. - A little.

Should they wait for you or not?

No. They should go and I'll look for them later. Okay?

- Have they left? - Yes. You always complain

when you have your chores, because you can't go join them.

And now, you got an urge to work all of a sudden.

And you avoid them. What has gone into you?

Nothing, it is my own business.

My own business... Everyone here have their businesses.

We'll see how it goes the day I have my own business.

Today boys are only concerned about their own problems.

This is the most boring day in my life.

You said we'd do something special and we'd have a lot of fun.

Listen kid, if you say that again...

But you did. Didn't he, Piraña?

Well; to be honest, it is not that bad.

- Why don't we go to Cala Chica? - To do what?

I don't know. We've gone there other times.

Not today.

We are gonna go.

- Where? - For a walk.

We will try to find a tourist who hasn't left yet.

We could go play in the machines at the coffee shop.

Yes, a special machine

that'll give us lots of fun, leaving an unforgettable taste.

No, thanks.

I don't know what we could do. I don't know what's wrong with me.

I can't think of anything special for this day.

That will leave us a terrible after taste.

If we ate an ice cream it might sweetened our taste.

If you come up with anything...

We have. We're out of here.

This last day is being a fiasco.

It's always like that. When you try hard to make something...

Look, it's Julia!

We're saved. She will surely think of something.

- Hello. - Hello.

What's happening boys?

- Nothing. - What is it?

We are bored.

Let's show happy faces! I don't want to see you like this.

I have a suggestion.

- Tell us. - What is it?

A meal in my house.

- Good. - Good?

- Good. - But with enthusiasm, okay?

and I want you to do your very funny impression

that Chanquete liked so much. Will you?

- Okay. - Let's go then.

There's no joy on an empty stomach.

Are are you going to do when we leave?

I'll get bored to death. No parties, no hassles, none of you around.

You can imagine.

but you'll have Pancho.

Yes, that's my consolation.

Why do you think he didn't come to join us?

Perhaps it is true that he had things to do.

No. Yesterday he acted very strange.

He said he'd like to fall sleep and only wake after a long time,

once he were a man who could decide about his own life.

You must understand him.

He has become used to your company and your friendship.

And you are now suddenly leaving.

But we can't stay here.

We must go with our parents. Go back home, to School and so on.

Of course. He knows it. But that doesn't prevent him from being sad.

He doesn't want to face the separation.

- You think he won't come say goodbye? - He will. You'll see.

Javi thought of a possible good memory of this summer.

A memory?

We can take a picture of us.

Great idea!

Yes, a picture of us here in your garden.

Good, I'll bring the camera.

It's a very good idea.

It will make us remember this summer and the gang.

And we can take a picture every year, every summer.

And we'll compare them to see how we grow.

- How will you be when I'm like you? - What?

Will you already be like your dad?

Oh, no.

- How will I be when I grow up? - You'll be like Sancho Panza.

He's safe because it's the last day, otherwise...

I may not be able to make it. My mom and my aunt have other plans.

It's more likely that we won't come back here.

That's not possible. We all have to be in it. Otherwise it's no fun.

I wish it depended on me.

It is best not to make too many plans for the future.

But whatever happens, this photograph will make us feel close and together.

We must wait for Pancho a bit more.

We cannot take the picture without him.

- He's not coming. - How do you know that?

I know him. He won't come to say goodbye. I think he's not feeling very well.

He will come; you'll see.

- Where should I stand for the photo? - Next to Sancho Panza.

In spite of not making a good couple, I don't think you'll break the camera.

Can we give it a try while we wait for Pancho?

Fine. Get ready somewhere.

Pancho will go here.

- Where will you be, Julia? - I don't know. Wherever you want.

- Next to me, please. - Okay.

Look, I'll set up the auto shutter

and I'll come running here;

on the count of five we look at the camera...

we smile

and the photo will be taken.

Why don't we take one now and when Pancho comes we take another?

No, it wouldn't be a good photo.

It would be incomplete, with holes.

Julia is right.

We should all be in it.

All is no longer possible.

We should have thought of it before. While he was still alive.

I'd have stayed next to him in the photo.

Well, let's try the first test photograph, should we?

But smile, otherwise the photo will make us cry every time we look at it.

Go, take your places.

And cheer up! Show some joy. Sadness is not allowed today.

Quique, move a little to the right.

Pi, over there.

That's it.

It's done.

Look, Pancho is coming!

Up!

They didn't have the right to do it.

You heard the man. The law says they do have the right.

When La Dorada was up there, I thought it was gonna fall down crushing them all.

- What could we do? - We can't do anything now.

If Chanquete was alive, he wouldn't have left them take La Dorada, would he?

He would have killed them all, wouldn't he?

Remember when we sung 'We shall not be moved'?

What are they going to put here now?

They will build apartments.

It was written. Our last day had to be a sad one.

We can't be so negative. He wouldn't like it to see us like this.

He would have liked us to be happy and joyful.

Come on, let's cut out the sad faces.

You know what we're going to do? Come.

Let's plant a tree. That's it. Here, where La Dorada was.

A strong and noble tree that sticks to the ground. What do you think kids?

A large, gentle and welcoming tree, the way Chanquete was.

I think it's a great idea. That way I can take care of it daily and water it.

And we can lie down under its branches in the summer.

And I'll climb the tree.

And a bird might make her nest here.

And it will drop shit on us.

I bet you they will cut it down.

No, I have a feeling that they will respect it. You'll see.

- By next year it will be big. - Very big?

I bet it will be bigger than Quique.

Are you sure they will respect it?

- Nobody will have the courage to touch it. - Of course no. We should be moving.

- The photograph! - Of course. We were forgetting it.

- We can take it here, next to the tree. - Sure. There's no better place.

The photograph is now complete! We are all in it.

Ready?

Come on, a big smile.

In the moment of our departure

Let us all form together

A chain of love

May we never be separated no

Let a single heart

keep us close together

and let us never say goodbye.

It doesn't matter if the cruel destiny

wants to separate us

The sweet hours of yesterday

will come to our minds.

May we never be separated no

Let a single heart

keep us close together

and let us never say goodbye

Where will she want me to put all this?

If it doesn't fit, it will stay right here!

I've told you a thousand times; no more than the necessary!

It's like talking to a wall! Twenty five bags and fifty suitcases!

Do you think this is a moving truck?

If I was in charge of the luggage, we wouldn't have more than 2 suitcases!

Go, let me take care of it. If you did it nothing would fit.

Let's see how the lady fits everything.

- It's done. - Already? And this? And this? Take it.

That happens in every trip. At the beginning and at the end.

They argue all day about the luggage.

- And this? - It can go here in the back.

No, no. Nothing should go there.

- It will not bother you there. - What?

I won't be able to see the road.

Did you see Pancho?

No. Javi went looking for him to say goodbye.

But he wasn't home or anywhere else.

What a pity. I'd like to say goodbye to him.

Last night we didn' have time to say goodbye.

You know well that this departure is not easy for him.

In any case, since I imagine I wouldn't see him again, I wrote something for him.

- A letter. Can you give it to him? - Of course.

Thank you.

See? It blocks my rear view.

Come on, let's go. We're always the last.

You'll see the traffic we're gonna get.

Adn Tito? Where is he? Tito?

Tito? Beatriz, have you seen your brother?

I think he went to say goodbye to his friend Piraña.

That midget.

You boys could help me.

Nati! Let's go, please.

How fast can your car go?

It says there 200, but my father doesn't go above 80 even going downhill.

He gets tickets for going too slow.

But is is very clean.

Yes, my dad is clean but not fast.

Our car is always full of shit. Kids keep write things on it.

- Things? - Yes. 'Wash me'. And stuff like that.

When are you leaving?

Right now, once my parents stop arguing.

What did you do to the tadpole I gave you?

I have him in a safe place.

- You didn't loose it, did you? - No.

- And it's not dead either? - No... It's just that...

- He escaped, but I know where he is. - Yes? Where? Let's see.

- It's inside one of the bags. - Alright.

What have you done with the cricket I gave you?

It's fine, don't worry.

- I gave him a name. - To whom?

To my tadpole.

- Oh yeah, how did you name him? - I can't tell you.

Why? We agree that we'd tell each other everything, didn't we?

You might get upset. Are you?

No. Besides, it's your tadpole.

If you gave him an ugly name, it doesn't matter.

- No, It's a nice name. - Tell me what it is then.

Well... I named him little Piraña.

Manolito! Come on!

Say goodbye to your friend and let's go. We have a long way to go.

- And with the pace of the ass... - What did you say?

Nothing, just talking with my friend. Well boy, I'm leaving. Bye.

- Pi! Manolito! - What is it?

We just say goodbye like that?

How else could it be? We're not going to kiss, are we?

No, but we could shake hands, as men do.

Okay.

Men also hug each other.

Okay, but don't squeeze too much, okay Pi?

Can I know where that kid went?

I've told you, Javier.

Quique and Desi came looking for him, with a brush and a paint can.

What on earth are they going to paint when we are leaving?

Couldn't they have done it earlier? Yesterday, the day before, last week?

They wouldn't tell me. It must be a prank of them.

It's not funny. He should be here helping us.

What do you think?

Well, your not a Picasso but is not bad.

Chanquete must be happy.

We finished what he didn't have time to.

That's what it was supposed to be. See?

We did something good for our farewell after all.

Let's go now. My parents must be very mad.

My father is preparing the car. We're leaving now.

And you Desi, how are you doing? Is your father coming to pick you up?

No, we're taking the train.

Find some time to call me.

So it won't happen as usual that nobody calls anyone. Do you promise?

Yes Desi, we promise. I'll swear it on my father if you want.

Look over there.

- Where were you? - I was saying goodbye..

Saying goodbye. Didn't you have time before?

You had to wait until the last moment? Go ahead, get in the car.

- Julia... - Yes.

I love you.

- Well, call us when you get there. - Okay.

Call us, Julia.

Julia...

Give me that bag.

- Which bag? - That one.

- What for? - It's just that...

the sandwiches are there.

Well, at least little Piraña won't starve.

Beatriz!

Come on. Let's get drunk.

You're a bit late, aren't you?

Luckily Breatriz knows you well

and she knows punctuality is not your best attribute.

Here. She gave me this for you.

I think it's a secret love confession.

The end of the summer

is here and you'll leave

I don't know

until when

this love

you'll remember.

But I know that in my arms

I had you yesterday

One thing is sure

I will never

never forget.

Tell me, tell me love

tell me it's true

What you feel in your heart

is real love.

Never, never again

will I feel so much emotion

as when I met you

and the summer joined us.

Please stop.

Don't you mind going back a little?

Okay.

- Barrilete! Good morning. - Good morning, miss. Are you leaving?

Yes, it's about time. Would you mind giving this to Pancho?

To Pancho? The boy from the store? I will. Have a good trip.

- Thank you. - Are you coming back next summer?

Who knows.

Pancho! It's for you..

- For me? - Yes. From the miss.

It's very well done.

Let's go, please.

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