his feet; a shark?! No! It was a turd the size of a sausage. (They're all laughing. The lights start to change slowly into a sunset effect.) He never went to the beach again. That was in nineteen ... forty-four. I haven't been to the beach since.
PAYE: You should come with us next time. The sea air will do you good!
CACHA: I'm afraid Mar Verde's not for me.
PAYE: Mar Verde's for everybody. It is paradise! It's beautiful. Abue, it's so beautiful. (He stands at the edge of the verandah. Silence.)
CACHA: They say that when Columbus landed in Cuba he said: "This is the most beautiful ..."
PAYE: (Finishing the quote.) " ... beautiful land that human eyes ever beheld."
CACHA: No one is quite certain where Columbus landed, but wherever it was, he certainly summed it up quite nicely. (The sunset glows for a few seconds. Blackout.)
Lights come up on a barrel in the middle of the patio. JULIO sings "Quiéreme Mucho" from inside the barrel. He stands up and reveals his bare chest. PAYEenters. JULIO sings to him ...
JULIO: Remember that one?
PAYE: (Applauding.) I'm surprised you remember it.
JULIO: I always think of you when I hear that song. You sang it at Abuelo's sixtieth birthday. ( PAYEsmiles, embarrassed. JULIO climbs out of the barrel.)
PAYE: Is that it? Fixed?
JULIO: (Wiping his chest and flexing his muscles.) Yes. The outgoing pipe was jammed with dirt. Well, that ought to hold it for a while. Now, you gotta help me get this sucker back up on the roof!
PAYE: Okay, let's go.
JULIO: Wait a minute! Let me cool off a second at least. Where's Tatín?
PAYE: He's writing something for his radio broadcast. I'll get'im.
JULIO: No, no. Leave him be. He doesn't have to get sweat on his back. Neither do you, really.