Feria: The Darkest Light (Feria: La luz más oscura)

A NETFLIX SERIES

["I Found a Reason" by The Velvet Underground]

THE TEMPERATURE'S RISING

CONDOMS

You owe me 200 pesetas.

But, Eva, I couldn't buy it with Tina's grandma watching.

She's hooked on the slot machine in my mom's bar.

So, 10:00 p.m. at the reservoir?

Mar?

-I'll swing by your house before. -Better at the reservoir.

I'm going with the group to get the bonfires ready.

Don't you find that photo ridiculous?

My sister says I smile like one of the patients of Dr. Mengele.

Since when do you listen to Sofía? Eh?

- Sofía? -

- -Sweetheart.

Are you really gonna miss the bonfires?

-Mom! -What?

Midsummer is always the same.

Everyone's drunk, making out at the reservoir.

Is that what you want for your teenage daughter?

- No! I want you to have fun. -And for me to get pregnant at 16?

You?

I made a cool new T-shirt. It's really cute. Don't you wanna wear it?

-Huh? -Fine.

- -At six.

At three, Eva. Your sister can't come back alone, can she?

-Come on, Dad! -Don't give me that.

Thank you, Sofía. I love you too.

I'm also dying to be at the bonfires with you.

At five o'clock. And if she wants to leave earlier, you go with her.

Hmm?

Is Chisco going?

He wants to shoot some footage for his movie, Fair of Blood.

Elena, shall I clear your plate? You barely touched it.

- Yeah. I'm not hungry. -Bye.

All right. How do I look now?

Like I escaped a Nazi madhouse?

No. You actually look really pretty.

But now that you mention it, you do look like "lady of the Third Reich."

-Ready to kill. -You're a bit of an ass, aren't you, hmm?

-See you later. -Be careful, both of you.

-Can I get a kiss? -

-And stay together. -Don't worry.

-We're like flies on shit. -You're so basic, Eva!

- What? -

- I'll take good care of you, sis. - I don't need your protection.

- Oh, zip it. - You're a pain in the ass.

You can walk in those?

Totally. They're not high heels.

He's just…

They have to take me. I have straight As.

-I also wanna leave in September. -And where would you go?

To Seville. I'm sick of coming and going.

Why do I have parents, if not for them to pay for an apartment?

When I'm not working at the bar, I'll come visit your apartment.

Well, if I still have room left in my bed.

I'm the best on the market. Hmm?

Hmm.

It's a joke!

A joke.

Ah, no, stop joking about that.

- -

Summer begins.

Saint John's Eve.

The shortest night of the year.

Just a flash for the youth of Feria,

who are oblivious to the danger that stalks them.

The Fair of Blood is about to begin.

Who did that?

-Follow me! -

What have you done, Chisco? That's my dad's camera!

Come on, Sofía! Come on, run!

- Run! - Don't run so fast! Wait for me.

Oh! Idiot!

You have to see it. It's great.

-I didn't press record. -

- -

-And you had one shot. -

- -The explosion was so great, Sofía.

I had a shot of Rubio's face,

looking like the lead guy in Society when he finds out about his parents.

Pure terror!

You up for a swim?

-The air will do me good. -Mar!

- -

- -Are you okay?

-Mm. -

-Yeah… - Hey, what's up with you?

- -

You've been weird since I said I was leaving in September.

No offense, but I sometimes think you're actually stupid.

Fine. I'll let that slide because you're drunk.

- -But don't get too cocky.

I really am wasted.

- -Ouch, Mar!

You're completely wasted.

- - Oh, you.

Oh. Raúl.

Whoo!

You've been drinking.

Some slob dumped a bike in the reservoir. Let's go.

If I ask you what happened last night, will you give me shit?

I actually should.

But this morning, I don't feel like it.

Chisco almost had a heart attack, Sofía.

You passed out in the water. You don't recall?

What if he didn't get you out?

Hmm?

You really don't remember a thing?

Do what you want,

but I suggest not telling Mom and Dad.

Where are they?

Huh. They never let me sleep this late.

So, I'm taking my pill, and I'm going back to bed.

I am not your mother.

You see, you were never one of us.

Who are you?

You have to be born in the society.

You alien scum!

No, we're not from outer space or anything like that.

We have been here…

…as long as you have.

-It's just a question of manners. -

It's too late, isn't it?

Damn, Raúl.

-Pick up the damn phone. -Where the hell are Mom and Dad?