Burning Patience (Ardiente Paciencia)

Enough! Okay.

One more. There you go.

Ready?

Hey there! Look at that!

Don't forget to throw that over there!

BURNING PATIENCE

We just listened to "Look, Little Girl", by Los Jaivas.

This is the best truck you can find, hands down.

I may get me one. Mark my words, you'll see.

...region of Valparaíso. We keep you company today and every day.

We are Papagayo Radio, 97.5, a dial of amplitude modulation.

Okay.

Now, let's listen to Los Ramblers. "You Are Exquisite."

Go over there.

Help me.

- The fish seems fresh, but how do I know? - Because I caught it myself.

No way.

This is the one that I caught.

If you know it's fresh, why are you asking?

- It's a joke. Trying to annoy us. - I know.

I just wanted you all to remind you all that it was me who caught this fish.

True, but now this will be the last fish you'll ever catch because

- he's quitting fishing. - What are you talking about?

Why won't you fish, Mario?

You know why, Mom.

Maybe I do, but now I think it's time for you to tell the rest of the family.

Why do you want to stop fishing?

Because I'm not cut out for it.

- No kidding. He doesn't want to fish. - He's not cut out for it!

- Skills. He has other skills. - Alright, alright.

- Yeah. - Everybody. Just stop. Hold on a minute.

Mario, if you're gonna sit at this table, you gotta work. Okay?

- You have to have a job. - Yes.

Yeah, yeah, okay, but...

can I at least just finish my dinner?

- I'm not joking with you, Mario. - And he is cocky too!

What are you going to do for a living, then, kid?

- Mom, you gotta take it easy. - But I am taking it easy.

- Okay. - I am taking it easy.

When I get a job, I'll tell you.

I'll let you know, okay?

Hey! You could tell jokes for a living.

Good idea.

- Yeah. - No.

The only job around here is fishing.

- Mmm. Okay. I'm gonna think it over. - You have to fish.

Mr. Lucho.

Mr. Lucho!

What is it, Marito?

Do you have any work?

No, kid. But you should talk to the new owner.

She's about to open the restaurant, she might need a new waiter.

Ah!

Hey kid! El Tabo post office is looking to hire.

Appreciate it!

Good luck.

Same to you.

- Hello. - Good morning.

CHILEAN POST OFFICE EL TABO

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

Can I help you?

Uh, I'm looking for work.

Are you a mailman?

- Mmm. No. - Oh.

But I own a bicycle.

- Can I see it? - Sure, it's out front.

Let's check it out.

That's a nice one.

You'll need it to deliver mail to Isla Negra.

Do you know Isla Negra?

- Sure, I live there. - Yeah?

I'm near La Caleta.

That's perfect.

Anyway, there's only one person who gets mail in that entire area.

Oh? And who would that be?

I'm sure you've heard of him.

Let's see if you can figure it out.

I like you when you're silent For you seem as if you're gone

- And you hear me from afar... - You mean Pablo Neruda?

Yes, the poet.

Woo-hoo!

Dad!

Hey, son!

What happened?

I'm going to meet Neruda.

- Oh. - I'm going to meet the poet!

Okay. Okay.

And?

I found a new job as well.

I'm the postman of Isla Negra.

Great!

Nice, son!

International mail.

No.

Put it in the satchel.

Well.

I'm ready.

Good luck, friend.

Thanks, boss.

Hello, Mario!

Now, more messages here n Papagayo Connection,

the radio that helps you.

Raquel, remember your doctor's appointment is this Friday. It's not today.

Your mom asks you

not to forget and get on the bus again.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Are you the new mailman?

Yes, sir, I sure am.

Uh-huh.

For me?

Yes, sorry.

They're yours.

Thank you.

Oh, this one too.

Oh.

- Uh, here? - Sure.

Yeah.

There.

Uh, oy.

Okay.

Oh, no, wait.

- There's more? - Yes.

- Here it is. - Ah.

Uh...

Right here.

- Good? - Yes.

Oh, okay.

See you later.

See you later.

Ah.

Sorry.

I almost forgot. Give me your hand.

No, right here. For balance.

- Thank you very much, sir. - Thank you.

See you tomorrow.

Close the gate, would you?

Yes, I'll close it for you.

Thank you.

- Here you go. - How much?

6.50.

- There you go. - Thank you.

- Thanks a lot. - Have a nice day.

You, too.

PABLO NERUDA ELEMENTAL ODES

"Oh, sea."

"This is your name."

"Oh comrade ocean, don't waste time or water

getting so upset."

"Help us instead."

"We are meager fishermen,

men from the shore

who are hungry and cold."

"And you're our foe."

"Don't beat so hard, don't shout so loud."

"Open your green coffers,

place gifts of silver in our hands."

"Give us this day our daily fish."

That's nice.

You enjoyed it?

Yeah.

He has love poems too, right?

- Of course he does. Wanna hear? - Yeah.

Wait, wait, wait a minute. I have to picture your mama.

You can picture any kind of woman you want.

No.

Your mama.

Read.

"Ode To Love."

"Love, let's do the math."

Something for you to eat.

Bye.

- Tell Beatriz goodbye. - Thanks! I will.

SANTA ELENA HOSTEL

For the cold evenings, count on Luisa's Sweaters.

All styles and sizes. Ojín 120, San Antonio. Luisa's Sweaters.

Hey, come on in, kid, come in.

- Look. - Mario. Mario Jiménez.

Mario. Yeah. Look, Mario.

I appreciate that you enjoy my poetry.

But there is more than just The Elementary Odes.

I wrote one or two books which in my opinion, are superior.

I also think it's a bit undignified

to be subjected to these sorts of comparisons and metaphors, hmm?

- Metaphor? I don't know... - Yes, metaphor.

Metaphor?

Okay, girls.

Oh! Almost! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!

Listen to me.

Here on the island

The sea

And so much sea.

Overflowing, relentless.

It says yes.

Then no.

Then no.

And then yes, in blue, and in foam, raging and turbulent.

It says no.

Again no.

It cannot stay still.