The Shallows

Oh-oh!

Is that you on the beach?

- Oh, no, no, that's my, that's my mom. - Oh.

Yeah. She came to this beach when she found out she was pregnant with me.

I've never been, but, uh, it's kind of our beach.

That's my little sister.

Ah.

Um, you want to see more photos?

- I can... - Um...

It's only for your eyes.

Real. Authentic.

You're right.

Thank you.

Sorry. I'm American.

Not too many gringos here.

- Yeah, bummer. - Gracias a Dios.

She's not coming?

- - Uh, my-my friend.

You know, uh, mi amiga.

You know, the girl we left back at the hotel?

You know, she smelled like Don Julio...

and bad choices?

She always does this to me, too.

She-she just, she just disappears.

She's like the-the-the fantasmo, no?

You know, you know fantasmo?

- Fantasma, con "A." - Sí, con "A."

The whole reason I planned to come on this trip,

con "A," was-was-was to find the secret beach.

And now she's just stuck back at Las Rocas

with the Irish flu.

Nursing a hangover.

Sí. Major hangover.

You-you don't like it when someone

change your plans, do you?

No, I don't.

No, I don't, it's just, you know.

It's not fair.

Ooh, you know why, though?

It's because I'm reliable.

- You know "reliable"? - Uh...

"Reliable." Bossy.

Um, I am re-li-able.

[electronic voice speaks Spanish]

Yes, bossy.

That's me. Very bossy.

Hey, um...

what is this beach called?

You're not gonna tell me.

Cool.

Cool. Frio.

Not possible.

It's too hot here.

No, no, you're cool. You're being cool.

- Oh, never mind, that's good. -

All right, I got it.

Is this the one?

Sí.

This is paradise.

Yeah. It's perfect.

Uh...

This is the island

of the pregnant woman. No?

La isla?

No.

Yes.

The nose... the breasts... and her stomach.

No.

Yes, it is for me.

Gracias.

Gracias, señor, um...

- No, no, no. Por favor. - No, please.

Please. Please, I insist.

No, no, we were going the same way.

I live close by, so... don't worry.

Oh, are you sure?

- Yes. - Okay. Well, thank you.

You're welcome.

I'm Nancy.

- Carlos. Charlie. - Nice to meet you, Charlie.

Nice to meet you.

Um, you know, have, high school.

You're in school?

No.

I mean, I was in medical school,

but we didn't have Spanish there, just cadavers.

I'll shut up now.

Okay, uh, dark in a few hours, so...

Oh, I never surf at night.

And, uh, how you

getting out from here?

Uber.

Who is Uber?

Never mind. Thank you, Carlos.

Thank you again for taking me here.

It means a lot to me.

- Okay. - Uh, what did you say

the name of it was again, though?

I just forgot, for some reason.

Careful.

Always.

Hey!

You speaking Spanish, guera?

I-I don't understand. I'm sorry.

He say that it is hard to paddle against the current.

Yeah, I wasn't expecting that.

I almost got caught on the inside coming out.

- You American? - Okay.

Sí. Sí, American.

Yeah!

California?

Uh, close.

Texas.

There's surf in Texas?

Yes, we have surf in Texas.

It's just not like this, though.

Hey, this is a secret break.

How you find it?

Someone told me about it a while ago.

What's it called?

If I tell you,

I would have to kill you!

Well, that would ruin my day.

Anything gnarly out here, I should know about?

There's some rocks over there!

There's only one tide a day,

and when the tide gets low, it becomes an island.

There's some nasty fire coral.

It stings like a jellyfish.

Okay! Gracias.

Sí...

Hey, guera...

Still have no idea what you're saying.

He's saying that you should come over here.

The wave breaks better.

Oh, I'm okay, I'm okay.

I'm cool here, thank you.

Careful, gringa.

It's rough out here for a little girl from Texas.

I think I'll be all right.

iVámonos! iVámonos!

Oh!

Yeah!