All language subtitles for Summer Rain 2024

Lua.

What a sight for sore eyes!

I missed you so much, my love.

Hey, what's up?

- What's wrong?
- Nothing, it's just...

- Have you guys already been?
- No. No.

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

Yes, home.

Don't worry. I'll carry that.

I know. No smoking in the car.

I can't believe it's been a year.

It seems like
it was only yesterday.

It's so nice the three
of us are together!

Who's that?

At last! My love!

I missed you!
Guys...

Sal!

How's it going?

- Are you ok?
- Yes.

- Did you have a safe trip?
- Yes.

I'm Francisco.

- Hello, pleased to meet you.
- Hi.

- Call me Chico. Everyone doing alright?
- I'm sorry. This is Chico.

Chico, of course!

It's a pleasure to meet you at last.
Lua told me this week was a sort of...

Right, guys, I'm going
to hit the pool, ok? Catch you later.

Don't mind him.
You know what he's like.

- Well, I'll get our bags.
- It's the usual rooms.

Good.

Chico, we're super pleased
that you're here, ok?

Me too, thanks.

- Do you need a hand?
- Yes.

- I missed you so much.
- I know, it's good to be back.

Can we go?
We're going to be late.

We're literally
five minutes away, João.

You're doing it on purpose.

Don't worry.
They'll be there all week long.

We have plenty of time.

No one forced you to come.

You can drop me off
and go back to Lisbon.

You must be out of your mind if you think
I'd leave you here alone for a whole week.

I told you
to stop doing that in my car.

You're insufferable when you're
in the mood for it, aren't you?

Light me a cigarette.

- You should quit.
- Why? Because you don't like it?

No, because it's bad for you.

Because you don't like it.
Just admit it.

You think you're my dad,
nothing new here.

Sure...

I put our bags in the room.

My dad and my servant.

We missed you.

We all needed some time
after what happened.

You're right.

But you didn't have
to vanish just like that.

You knew where to find me.

I figured you didn't want me
to come and find you.

Especially after the last time
we were together.

Of course not.

You're not being fair, but whatever.

- I just want my best friend back.
- Is that so?

Everything's an issue with you.

- Why did you bring Anita?
- What do you mean?

I don't know. I thought
you'd pick me up alone, that's all.

She asked for a ride
and I gave her one.

But are you two...

- Are we what?
- Together?

- What are you on about?
- Are you two an item?

No. Cut that out.

You're a bit nervous for someone
who has nothing to hide.

- How many guys did you hook up with?
- Excuse me?

Or were you waiting for the right time
to tell me?

- I have nothing to be ashamed of, ok?
- You don't?

- No.
- Fine, then.

Don't say anything you might regret.

- Only you get to say what you please.
- That's enough.

Ema?

Where is it?

Did you get rid of it?

I kept it.

Where is it?

It's safely stored away, I promise.

Hidden and covered in dust?

Is that what will do from now on?

- Carry on as if nothing happened?
- Ema...

You act as though it doesn't hurt.

Hey!

How are you?
I'm Chico.

Ema? Ema?

What was that all about?

Nothing, she...

- They're here.
- Yeah.

They're here.

We're here!

Hello, girls, how are you?

- Good.
- At last!

- We're together again.
- True.

I'm making coffee.
Would anyone like some?

- I'll have some.
- Me too.

- Johnny?
- I'm good.

I almost forgot.
I brought you a little something.

- Hi.
- Hi, I'm Chico.

Who?

- Chico?
- Pipa, you didn't have to.

Oh, it's nothing, really.

Open it when you're alone, ok?

Guys? Let's go? Half an hour
and we're off. I'm not waiting for anyone.

Thanks.

- Did you know about Chico?
- No. It's a bit weird.

Great, thanks.

- It's not too strong, is it?
- No.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, it's fine.

So...

So?

- So, what?
- Have you told him?

- Told him what?
- Anita...

Don't worry, it'll sort itself out.

Yeah, I'm sure it will...

- There's nothing going on now.
- Sure, but I think he should know.

You think so?
You think he wants to know?

Anita, come on.

This is Salvador
we're talking about, right?

- Could we change the subject, please?
- Ok.

Just saying...
Sooner or later, he'll find out.

- Ouch.
- I'm so sorry.

- Was that because of Salvador?
- I told you I I'm no good at this.

I don't get it.

I don't know when everything
got so messed up.

When we stopped being there
for each other, a shoulder to cry on.

- Ema, I'm sorry.
- No, no, don't worry.

You're right.

It's as though
some of us want to move on

while others
are stuck in the past.

Questioning everything
and everyone.

Still raging
about meaningless stuff.

It's like that inevitable
rainy day in August.

We have two months of perfect summer
with amazing sunny days

but we know that day will
come, inevitably.

It takes away the happiness,
the warmth, the magic.

It destroys what came
and what might've been.

And when the rain falls...

It's over.

You're good to go.

Again.

Cut it out.

You kept it.

Yeah, I never take it off.

Never.

- Want some?
- No, thanks.

So...

Anything new?

Come on!

- Any boys?
- Is that the only news I can have?

- I didn't mean it like that.
- Ok, Anita.

Hey, what's up?

What are you talking about?

Anita was asking me
about my hookups.

I didn't mean to offend you.

- You never do.
- Right.

Give me a smoke.

What about our moody friend
over there?

- Everyone's acting so mysterious.
- That hardly surprises me.

It feels like
we all have something to hide.

We just need some time.

- We've had more than enough time.
- I agree.

What's that supposed to mean?

For someone who was cooped up
in a law firm for a whole year,

you don't seem
thirsty for arguments.

Oh, the drama!

Drama?

I don't know
who's being dramatic here.

There are things
we don't need to know.

Aw, baby...

If you only knew anything...

- It's weird.
- It's twisted.

I swear that from afar,
it seems...

She's taunting us.
I knew she'd try to pull this off.

- I am not sure she's doing it on purpose.
- You have to stop being so naïve.

Really?

We're not going to argue, are we?

Would you like some?

Thanks.

- Does anyone want cherries?
- I do.

Thanks.

No?

So, Chico,
what do you do for a living?

I'm a writer.

He's a journalist.

That too.

And what do you write?

Mostly poems.

Stream of consciousness,
chronicles, short stories...

Stuff.

- Have you read Apollinaire?
- Yes. I love his Calligrammes.

Which one is your favorite?

Maybe "It rains".

- Do you know it?
- Yes.

It goes like this...

It rains,
like the voices of women

who are dead even in memory.

- One King...
- Two Kings...

I have my doubts.

- Always chasing after me.
- You wish.

I'm glad some things never change.

This beach used to be much bigger.

- So, you do remember a few things.
- Barely.

I missed you, too.

What?

Nothing.

I like your new look.

Ok.

- It suits you.
- Are you kidding me?

- I'm serious. It suits you.
- Ok. Thanks.

What do you want me to say?

Nothing.

What is it?

I don't know.

It's hard to say something
that could change everything.

It would be hard for things to change
more than they already have.

I think they can still change a lot.

Maybe we need them to change.

Do you need them to?

I'm not sure.

I thought so.

- Anyone want one?
- I want one.

Thanks.

Come on, Ema.
Let's dance.

- No way.
- Come on!

- What's up?
- Why?

- Is everything ok?
- Yes, why wouldn't it be?

Let's go! Cheers!

May I?

What are you writing about?

Just random thoughts.

- On us?
- Perhaps.

You must think we're all crazy.

And you wouldn't be wrong.

You guys are definitely
a very welcoming bunch.

It's tricky.

So I've been told.

You must have a lot of questions.

I do, but since everyone gives me the
cold shoulder, I'll keep them to myself.

She didn't tell you anything?

Well, Lua has been...

Enigmatic.

She didn't tell you what's going on?

She doesn't have to.
I think I'm figuring it out.

Insomnia and sleepwalking again?

Almost every night since we got here.

It's been really hard on all of us.

But especially for Lua.

We've been dating for almost six
months, and I hadn't noticed it before.

Yeah, well, that's because Lua
has a natural talent

for hiding what bothers her.

We can't just bury our heads in the sand
and expect things to disappear.

But if only she told me...

Or if someone else told me,
perhaps I could help. I don't know.

There's nothing you can do.

Really.

She'll tell you.

When the time is right.

What if the time is never right?

"Friends are the family we choose?

"That night... I realized we didn't
have a choice. "We never did.

"Life brought us together
in the most cruel manner.

We are the eight
that never should have been."

Do you want to taste this sauce?

Is it salty or not?

You're such an idiot!

Pipa! I heard you found
a job in Madrid. Congrats.

Yes. Thanks.
It's in communications.

It's not really my field
but it pays well and...

Are there any festivities in the village,
or is it more on the quiet side?

It's definitely not quiet.
There's always a party.

Good.

Are you dying
to get out of here?

I'm going to the party
at the docks tomorrow.

- We could all go.
- Yes! Let's go.

The food is really tasty, guys.
Thanks.

It really is, thanks Miguel. We're
lucky to have a chef among us.

- It's just tapas, chill.
- Geez, João...

Am I wrong?

You can cook tomorrow
and show us your skills.

He always cooked our first meal.

Well...

I'd like to propose a toast.

Thank you all for coming.

It means a lot to me.

And despite everything,
I wanted to honor our tradition.

To another ten years together.

To another ten years.

Dinner was great, actually.

I really enjoyed it.
You pulled it off really well.

I'm not much into sweet and sour.

But it was tasty.

Do you remember that restaurant...

When Pipa choked on the food.
You remember?

It was funny.

I miss moments like that.

A good day.
A beautiful evening.

Come on, Salvador!

- I'm bored out of my skull.
- Thanks a lot, you idiot.

I'm sorry, but I feel like...
I don't know, you want to play a game?

- A game, that's a good one.
- Good.

Let's play... "broken telephone".

Really?

If it's like our card games,
we better do something else.

Oh come on. I'm in.
Will you start?

Yes.
Let me think...

Hurry up.

I didn't get it.

That makes no sense.

Come on, Ema.
Stop being a party pooper.

What's wrong?

Can we play something else, please?

-No! We just started.
- Come on, Lua.

- What's wrong?
-Nothing.

I just want to play
something else, that's all.

You've got to be joking, João.
What did you tell her?

Come on, pick another game.

Johnny, come on.

- I told her what needs to be said.
- Come on, not that again.

- And what needs to be said?
- The truth. You can tell him.

What truth?

You promised
you wouldn't say anything!

It's ok, Pipa.

Your boyfriend
seems to know more than us.

But that's nothing new, now is it?

Cut that out now, Johnny.
I'm serious, it's not funny.

You too? I didn't know
you were on her side.

I'm not on anyone's side.

You know what should've
been said a long time ago.

And what is that?

Tell me!
What should've been said?

What is it you think you know?

You're constantly crossing the line
and you don't actually know anything!

I know what you did to him
and you do, too.

- Come on guys, that's enough.
- Are you serious, Johnny?

Johnny... it was an accident.

Yes, of course.

If it was up to you, we'd never
talk about him again, would we?

Tell me. What did I do?

Nothing. You did nothing, Lua.
Shut up, João!

That's enough!

Who accidently
ends up at the bottom of a cliff?

Tell me.

Tell me he didn't jump.
I dare you.

I don't know!

I don't know.

I don't know if it was premeditated
or not, I don't know.

But I had nothing to do with it.

- You or anyone else.
- You read his diary.

He wrote he felt like shit with her.

Ângelo had issues for years.

That's enough! That's enough!

It's everyone's fault, ok?

We should all be ashamed
of what happened.

We're all responsible.

Do you know why I came
to this awful week?

Because it's been one year.

One year.
And it's like he never existed.

It's like there's nothing left of him.

Everyone went back to their lives.

You turned your backs on each other,
on him and buried everything.

You buried him
and it never came up again.

And my brother...
My brother!

Your best friend.

The love of your life.

Became nothing.
Nothing!

It's been one year.

And I didn't shed a single tear
for my brother. Not one.

I beat myself up about it every day.

I felt like the most horrible,
insensitive person because of it.

Even the priest cried. The priest.

Even my own mother
held that against me.

"You're not crying over your brother?"
"Why aren't you crying over him?"

No, mom.
I'm not crying over my brother

because I have
so much anger inside me

that I don't have
any room left for tears.

I'm so angry at my brother's friends
that I can't feel anything else.

Such good friends.

So good that they weren't there for him
when he needed it the most.

And you know what...

... the saddest thing about this is?

The only way to remember him...

... is through this. Through us.

So, stab each other in the back.

Insult and hurt each other.

But one thing is for sure.

Every single one of us will have to
live with this for the rest of our lives.

Write that in your own diary.

I hope you have a good time.

Keep still.

You should've stuck up for me.

Do you hate me that much?

Stop it, João.

João, stop.

Not now, João.
Not now.

Stop!

I knew you wouldn't be on my side.

- João, stop!
- You were never on my side.

No!

Keep still.

No!

Keep still.

The water feels so good!

- Lua, are you jumping in?
- No.

Is it cold?

- Do you want to come?
- No. I'm going for a walk.

Me too.

It's always been this way, you know?

- What has?
- Them. They never got along.

Ever since I can remember.

I don't doubt it.

I thought time would help,
but it didn't.

I think there's too much between them
to make it work.

Honestly...

I would just like to understand
the situation.

Of course. We all do.

What do you think is worse?

Losing a boyfriend
or a best friend?

What if you lose both?

As you can imagine, it's not easy.

There are no words
to describe such pain.

- Can I ask you something?
- Of course.

What happened with Ângelo?

I understand you want answers
and rightly so,

but...

I'll be honest with you.

I was there that night...

... and I still don't know
what happened.

He drank too much.
He always drank too much.

You ok?

What's up?

You ok?

Of course.

Why wouldn't I be?

It looked like you wanted to say
something.

No.

- What did you tell Lua today?
- It's none of your business?

- Tell me.
- Ask her, if you're that curious.

She doesn't tell you much,
does she?

Why don't you leave her alone?

You don't have to ask twice.

Hey!

If you knew what she did to him,
you'd walk away.

May I?

Don't look at me that way.
What do you want?

We haven't had
much of a chance to talk yet...

We've had the chance
but there's a reason we haven't talked.

I don't have a reason. Do you?

I'm starting
to think you don't like me.

That's stupid.
I don't know you.

Then let's get to know each other.
I'm Francisco, 25 years old, a Libra.

Fine. I'm Salvador, I'm 25 years old.
What do you want to know?

I'm not talking about Ângelo,
if that's what you want to know.

- I didn't ask you about him.
- But you want to.

We used to be just like any other
group of friends.

Now it's as though the only friend
was the guy who died.

It's hard to get past that.

Get past what others think?

Isn't that all that matters?

Of course not.

I'm sure there's something...

You've asked your question.
Hold this.

"Don't say anything.
We'll see each other later. M"

NOTHING

- What's wrong?
- This is too heavy.

- I'll carry it.
- There's no need, thanks.

Give me a smoke.

- You're stressing me out.
- I'm stressing you out?

Ok.

What do you want from me?
It's like you're messing with me.

What do you mean?

Stop it. Stop that.
You know exactly what I mean.

Please, Miguel...

This waiting, this limbo,
I can't keep doing this.

Easy, easy, easy.

Look who it is.

Easy, easy, easy.

Here.

- There's no Vodka?
- No.

- Let's liven things up.
- Cheers.

- Go on!
- Easy.

Oh my God.
What about Salvador?

What's up with him?

I have so many friends
I want to introduce him to.

You know Salvador.
Same old, same old.

I went to his exhibition in April.

I must say, I loved his paintings.

I loved them. They're amazing.

He's really good. Really.

Wow. Ok.

I thought
you hadn't found it interesting.

And since you weren't there,
I assumed you were offended.

What do you mean, offended?

Babe, come on...

Don't tell me you didn't see it.

I'm not following. Really.

Miguel was clearly his model.

Pipa, come dance with me.

Salvador, let's go. Everyone's
looking at you. You're causing a scene.

- Leave me alone!
- Come on, let's go home.

- That's enough.
-You're such a pain.

- Let's go.
- Leave me alone.

- Come here.
- Stop that.

Take care of him.

Lua, let's go home.
Let's go home, ok?

- I don't want to go home.
- Where's Chico?

Chico? I don't know.
Maybe he already left.

His bags were packed.

Let's go home, then.
You've had enough for today. Ok?

Leave me alone, Miguel!

Let's go, please. Everyone's leaving.

- Let go of me!
- Let's go.

Let go of me!

Let go of me!

Can you give me one?

Thanks.

And another one.

You're very lively
for someone who was dying earlier.

Years of practice, darling.

You're awfully cheery.

Waking up and changing
the sheets covered in vomit...

- I'm eating, ok?
- It's your vomit, not mine.

Sometimes,
I just feel like running away.

Go somewhere no one knows me.

Where nothing keeps me bound.

Madrid is right next door, but...

I don't know...

I'm scared of staying here
for a lot longer

and things getting worse.

I need to get out of here.

Leave before things get worse...

Have you picked?

Our game. It's your turn.

Right, the game.

Ok. I picked one.

Is it an animal?

No.

- A person?
- No.

Is it sadness?

No.

Is it love?

No.

Is it longing?

It's freezing.

It's so cold.

My favorite one...

I lost him

My favorite one...

I lost him

Everything we build, tears apart

One more day, one day less

That goes by

Just leave, leave me

Possessing the end

Of a love

But...

Pipa!

No one taught me...

- Can we go now?
- Feel free to go.

It hurts, it hurts so bad
This thing called love

- Do you want to go?
- Not really. You go.

I don't want to play with you
Any longer

I'm going to flee this town

And have a fresh start
To forget you

- This is a joke, right?
- Guys, shall we go?

I'm staying.

Some people say it's a beast
But it's not

They like to say it's a beast
But to be a beast

They can't crawl to anyone's feet

The beast's feet are worn out

From walking on the shore

- While the feet of men...
- Pipa!

... are worn out from standing

To live in this jungle

You have to hide who you are

Or come out with pride

with no fear of what may come

Who are you?

To forget you

We shouldn't be here.

- Why did you come?
- To check on you.

I'm fine.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry...

- I didn't mean to say that.
- What?

You were always
a good friend to Ângelo.

He loved you.

I don't take anything of what I said back.

Stop it.

Stop it, Anita.
Stop it.

Be still.
Stop being a faggot.

Stop it. Stop it.
Stop it now!

What's wrong?
What is it?

Anita, wait.

Wait.

Anita?
What's wrong?

What's wrong?

Why are we here today?

Why today?

As you can imagine...

I don't really want to be here either.

You know what?

Johnny's right.
This is all your fault.

Always trying to force things.
What were you thinking?

- Go home, you're drunk.
- Shut up!

You're going to be quiet
and hear me out, you got it?

Everything was fine.
I felt amazing.

Happy!

And Miguel...

And then we came here,
for this crappy week.

What was this for?
To relive last year's trauma?

The good old times?
This isn't real.

Ângelo took everything with him
when he left.

I don't even know what we had
in common anymore.

We had him.

Tell me, when did it stop hurting?

It will never stop hurting.

I'm sorry.

I like you, ok?
That's it.

Why did you do this?

I tell you I like you
and this is how you react?

You were kissing Anita.
What am I supposed to say?

- I needed to know how I felt.
- You're so selfish.

Do you think the world
revolves around you?

Are your problems and indecisions
the only ones that matter?

Seriously...

Miguel...

You keep hurting me
without regret.

Don't tell me you're feeling bad
because it's always the same.

You hurt me and pretend you're there
for me. Thanks, Miguel. Thanks a lot.

- Wait for what, Miguel?
- Let me speak. Let me speak. I'm sorry.

I know I was an idiot.
I'm sorry.

What now?
What happens now?

- Is everything suddenly ok?
- Isn't that what you want?

What we both want?
Isn't that it?

I'm not sure it's enough.

A beer, please.

I'm leaving tomorrow,
you can toast to that.

It took you long.

You were right, Johnny.

About everything.

I'm always right.

And you know who gets the blame?

Drop the act.

I guess this is goodbye.

Why didn't you leave ages ago?

I could say the same,
but that's ok. You guys won.

That's it.

Just one more thing...
What did you tell Lua by the lake?

Why do you want to know that
so badly?

Just because.

I told her replacing Ângelo

with a wannabe intellectual hick

was the most insulting thing
she could've done to his memory.

- You know what I feel sorry for?
- What?

Ângelo had to put up with all of you.

I would've jumped off the cliff too,
if I were in his shoes.

Are you out of your mind?

Let go of me!

Don't you ever touch me again!

Pipa! Pipa, stop that!

- What's wrong? Calm down.
-What's wrong?

- Now you care?
- Calm down.

Calm down?
Don't play dumb, Anita.

- Pipa!
- Don't play dumb. I'm not falling for it.

- Listen to me! It wasn't on purpose.
- What was it? An accident?

Just like all the other accidents?

What is this?
You told me there were no accidents.

I told you we shouldn't have come! I knew
this was an awful idea and you insisted!

This is all your fault! Yours!

And these guys' and that stupid bitch,
replacing my friend.

- Replacing my friend!
- Stop.

Fuck...

Where is Lua?
Where did she go?

I don't know.

- Where did she go?
- I think she headed to the road.

- Lua!
- Guys, she went home.

You don't think she...

Lua!

Lua!

Lua!

Lua!

Lua! Lua!

Lua!

I thought you'd have questions for me
after this long...

Lua.

Lua.

Listen, that night...
There was nothing else you could do.

Ângelo?

There was nothing else you could do.

You remember when went
to the lighthouse with the others

and you told me

that friends
are the family we choose?

On that night I realized
we didn't actually have a choice, Lua.

We never did.

Life brought us together
in a cruel manner.

We're the eight
that never should've been.

We always had each other
and yet we always chose

to hurt each other.

I was merely
a shadow behind you.

Behind your tears, your problems.

I carried you all
on my shoulders until...

There was no room left for me.

Every day, I thought...

"One day, I will simply disappear.
I won't take it anymore...

... and I'll simply disappear."

And while I looked at the sea,
I thought...

"Will they still be here,

"worn out of the same places

"worn out in ten, twenty
or thirty-years' time?

"Will they?

Will they still think of me?"

If they'd taken
a moment to stop and observe,

being present...

Even if only for a second...

Everything would've been different.

The last thing he heard
was the sound of the sea.

Lua, get out of there!

Talk to me.

It's too late for that, Miguel.

It was too late for him.

- It was an accident.
- No, it wasn't.

It wasn't.
And I know that now.

- He'd had too much to drink.
- He jumped.

Deep down, we always knew.

It was easier to lie to ourselves.

Lua!

Lua, what are you doing?

Look at us, hey?

One year later, we came.

Together.