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THE WAVE

Nothing.

What are you going to do?

Let’s see what we can find in town.

How did it go?

-Bad. No work anywhere. -Or fish.

I went to La Ensenadilla yesterday and this is all I could find.

Miguel, my son is really sick.

Do you need anyone else to work?

Hold on.

Any work for Zurdo and Miro?

Not even for one of us?

-No. -Too bad.

Go see Don Anselmo Herrera.

He might be able to help you.

No, Miguel.

I’d do anything not to have to ask him a favor.

There ‘s still no fish.

The season is late this year

Should I buy another ice machine?

Excellent!

Thank you.

Good-bye, uncle, and take care.

-Good morning, Don Anselmo. -Good morning.

I would like to ask you something.

-What? -My son is very sick.

If he doesn’t get to the hospital soon, he’ll die.

Lend me enough for the trip.

I worked in your fish market last year.

I will work to pay you back.

Business is bad, expenses are high.

There’s no way for me to help you. Forgive me.

It’s not right for a child to die...

because his father couldn’t pay to cure him.

-Where did you get those? -In La Ensenadilla.

Look, the best of the year! -Let’s go see Santiago.

Put the nets down there.

Out of the way, let us work.

Put your hands down. Out of the way, let us through.

That’s fine.

Unload the fish.

I’ll see Don Anselmo and hear what he has to say now.

Thank you!

Come on, guys. Let’s go.

Miguel, now we’ll make our money!

You’ll see!

I can’t do anything today.

If they elect me, you know how things will go.

But you need money for these things.

Yes, I agree,

but the fishing is not going well.

Good day, Don Anselmo. Good day, sir.

-What’s the latest? -There are plenty of fish.

Good.

Use the big boat and the new fishing net.

Don’t tell me you need to buy something else.

I just need people, boss.

Fine. Hire some and hurry.

You know that when the catch is good, your commission is good.

That’s why I’m the chief.

Excuse me.

What do you say now, Don Anselmo?

We’ll see.

Where did you get the money for luxuries?

I worked in the mangrove swamp cutting the stalks for Don And rés’ wife.

Well, you got luckier than me.

I’ll wait for you, so you can buy me root beer.

I don’t need anyone else. I’ve got all the workers I need.

Do you want to fish with me?

Come to the lighthouse. We’re leaving soon.

See you there.

-Could I come too, Mingo? -Yes, but I’m not waiting for anyone.

How are you, Miro?

-How do you think? -You’ve been unlucky.

Would you like to fish with us?

Yes, I need work.

Come on, then. The boat is by the lighthouse.

-Forty-three kilos. -Forty-three kilos.

Fifty-eight kilos.

Lower.

We worked hard today, boys.

If we carry on this way, I’ll buy a house for Helena.

Who’s more stupid? Man or fish?

Who knows?

A man who lets himself be caught hook, line and sinker by a woman.

Well, yours definitely caught you good.

Thirty kilos, no more.

Come on, they’re going to pay us.

Come and get your cut.

-How much did they bring in, Mingo? -340.

Good.

At six centavos per kilo, each person gets 72 centavos.

What are you waiting for? What are you doing?

Same as always. Seventy-two centavos for 10 hours’ work.

All so that the rich get richer.

You shouldn’t be complaining.

Be grateful you’ve got a job.

Look at him, he’s young and strong.

He’s happy. He doesn’t complain.

Happy?

Have you ever lost a son because you couldn’t afford medicine?

No, I have never been that unlucky.

You call it bad luck.

I call it misery.

Yes, I agree, the world isn’t perfect,

and working conditions aren’t ideal,

but if you vote for me, I promise I will improve the situation.

Do you think we’re idiots?

We know you would say anything to get us to vote for you.

Not me, and I promise to make you lose as many votes as I can.

We are tired of false politicians.

While we’re talking of promises,

I’ll make you one and I’ll keep it.

I don’t care about your promises and they don’t scare me.

Relax.

Relax.

Let’s go, Miro.

You know the big fish always win.

Why argue? This is how it works. It never gets us anywhere.

Yes, but we’re not fish.

What a great fishing net. No holes for it to escape.

Who? The fish, or us?

Us and the fish. What do you want us to do?

Take poison.

Don’t be stupid.

When you’re my age, you’ll know less than you do now.

Maybe.

After working 25 years on the sea for few centavos,

a man’s brain gets wet and his heart dries out.

If you’d ever gone to church, you wouldn’t talk like that.

Don’t be ridiculous.

I don’t have to give my money to others to get a place in Heaven.

And besides, I don’t plan on going there.

We know you don’t believe in anything, just what’s in your glass.

At least that way I can forget them

and their damn nets and boats.

They who have everything and who give you nothing.

That’s God’s will.

Yeah, and mine is to take my knife and —

No, that’s just mindless destruction.

Listen to me.

Listen to me, everyone!

We must do something, but not this.

This will get us nowhere.

We must call a meeting, today,

to decide what we should do.

I need to tell you something.

We should make a plan to defend ourselves,

but all the fishermen need to go.

You go and tell them on the pier.

You tell them at La Trocha,

and you at La Ribera.

A DRAMA OF POVERTY AND MISERY