All language subtitles for Antonieta Carlos Saura (1982) eng

We're ready. Makeup is ready.

Good. Places!
The camera is in place.

Quiet! Quiet on the set!

We're ready to roll... Rolling...

-Action!
-Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

We're here in the studio with Karina Arnel, to
delight us with the specialty of the day.

-Karina, what are you preparing for us?
-Today, we'll be preparing a Vichyssoise.

-Oh, is it a French dish?
-No, it's only the name that's French.
In fact, it's a typical American specialty.

-It's a soup that can be served hot or cold.
-It must be delicious!

Now Karina will prepare something
exquisite for all of you.

The Vichyssoise soup is very easy to
prepare. All we need now is the following;

Three medium-size leeks, only the white
part. Three medium-size potatoes as well.

Four cups of chicken broth,
and a pot of fresh cream.

Depending on your preference.

Salt, white pepper, and sliced onions.

Here, I have the vegetables ready,
finely sliced.

We take the water off,
and pour it on the chicken broth.

the parsley... we cover it, and we cook on
slow fire for twenty five to thirty minutes.

When the vegetables are cooked and tender,
we put it through a small colander.

So that we don't have to wait on the vegetables,
I have here a Vichyssoise already prepared.

The only thing we have
to do next is add cream.

Salt...

Pepper...

And sliced onions.
You mix it well.

It's done!

And voil�!

You can serve it as is or heated.

Pretty easy, right?

Well, that is all I had to tell you.

And now, I have something to show you.
Something you have never seen before.

Something that, maybe,
you will never forget.

Look.

- And when did it happen?
- I have all the references here.

It's the only
case of suicide recorded live.

Did you have any special
reason to jump out of the window?

Had you been thinking
about it for a while?

You live on the sixth floor. Why did
you decide to jump from the third one?

I am preparing a book regarding women
suicides in the twentieth century.

I thought you might help me.

Forgive me.

-Which day did it happen, exactly?
-February 11, 1931. You weren't even born.

- Her full name?
- Rivas Mercado Antonieta.

Suicide by gunshot. Informed by the
Public Ministry

that a woman just committed
suicide in the Notre-Dame Cathedral.

- And the body was transferred to the H�tel...
- To the H�tel-Dieu.
- Dieu.

-Why did they do that?
-The reports say what happened,
but they never explain why.

She was Mexican, you know.

Could you please tell me where
to find the Notre-Dame archives?

-The archives are right there:
go straight and turn left.
-Thank you.

-But they're closed at the moment. Service
is updating and there is no access to any-
-When will they re-open?

In two or three months.

What are you doing
this afternoon, Pierre?

Nothing in particular.
I'm going to the office.

Would you like a coffee?

- I don't have time.
- Are you going out?

Yes.

Where are you going?

To Mexico.

Is that a joke?

No.

- Traveling alone?
- Yes

Is it for your book?

Of course.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I decided last night. Suddenly.

This one is a story
I'm really intrigued by.

Hello?

- Is it my taxi?
- Yes. It's downstairs.

-How long will you stay?
-I don't know.

Oh, take care of the cat!

This is Porfirio D�az, Mexico's dictator
for over 35 years.

Look, that is Mexico City
at the beginning of the century.

- Do you recognize the "Z�calo"?
- Yes.

President Porfirio D�az had
a French intellectual influence.

Auguste Comte, Jules Verne.
A positivist.

In these times, the French influence was very
noticeable. In every aspect of the country.

On the centennial independence anniversary,
in 1910, President D�az invited people from
all over the world to the celebration.

But the country kept
the same old structures.

On one side, the property owners
with their large estates,

and on the other side the people,
victims of the corruption, living in
ignorance and poverty.

Antonieta grew up in that environment.

Guests were introduced walking by way of the
Reforma promenade. Our Champs-�lys�es.

All the way to the Independence Column,
built by the architect Rivas Mercado,
the father of Antonieta.

It is rumored that the face of
the angel was based on Antonieta.

But, in 1957 there was an earthquake
and the angel fell down

and its face had
to be reconstructed.

-I hope you stay here for a long time.
-Yes, I hope. It's a beautiful place.

- Juanita, the book you asked me for.
- Thank you very much, Luis.

- Excuse me.
- Goodbye.

- A present for you.
- Oh yes?
- Yes.

It's her right?

Yes. 87 letters of love.

To whom?

To a painter. Manuel Rodr�guez Lozano.

Did she die because of love?

Nobody knows why.

-Born at the same time as the century.
-Yes.

-What was her family like?
-Rich people.

Her father was a great architect,
and their house became a gathering
center for the artists of the time.

He was fond of sculpture. Antonieta and
her sister posed for him when they were young.

Be still, Antonieta.

The President!

Rest, my child.

- Mr. President.
- Good afternoon, professor.
- Good afternoon.

-I've come to see the Independence Column.
-Of course. Come with me, please.

They have been my models. My daughters.

Hello, Antonieta.

Are you all right, Mr. President?

Everything is settled, Mr. President.

Look at the blood.

Look away, look away.

On May 24, 1911, the people
gathered against Porfirio D�az.

That same day, he resigned the presidency
and departed for Veracruz, then to Paris,

where he stayed until he died.

That's the celebration welcoming Madero,
when he arrived from the U.S.

From the north frontier,
to the city capital.

There had never been such a welcome.

-Unfortunately, the gap that existed between
the peasants and the new government --

-That's Zapata!
-Yes, that's Zapata.

That gap was so big that people
like Zapata, who supported the
peasants, moved against Madero.

Zapata fought in the south, and Orozco,
whom we see here, in the north.

This is General Victoriano Huerta,
who was named head of the
government forces to combat the rebels.

These are the General's troops.
Huerta's troops.

- And those women?
- These images are marvelous.

The peasant women took an active
part in the revolution.

They called them "soldaderas"
or "adelitas".

There is a Mexican song of the period
called "La Adelita"

Do you know it?

They were women who took part in
in the revolution, just like the men.

Meanwhile, in Mexico City, the battle
with the new government continued.

Victoriano Huerta, whom I spoke to you about
before, imprisoned Madero and Pino Suarez.

On their way to the jail,
he ordered their assassination.

Here's where Huerta arrives
to assume the Presidency, I believe.

Yes, yes, right after
the assassination of Madero.

Venustiano Carranza, who was governor of
Coahuila, revolted against Huerta in 1913.

Supported by other governors.

The constitutionalist army of Carranza was
supported by Pancho Villa in the north.

In the south, by Emiliano Zapata.

All united against Huerta.

After a year and a half of battle, the
constitutionalist army arrived in Mexico City.

Pancho Villa!

Next to Pancho Villa,
that's Jos� Vasconcelos.

-He was very important in the life of Antonieta.
-Vasconcelos!

Yes, Vasconcelos.

Carranza was murdered.

Emiliano Zapata was murdered
too, in an ambush at Chinameca.

The Rangers killed Orozco as well.
The North American Rangers.

Francisco Villa, Pancho Villa, the
Northern Centaur. The mythical figure
of the Mexican Revolution.

Cravenly murdered inside his car.

It is said that half a million Mexicans
died in this revolution.

Antonieta lived her youth
surrounded by these images.

By this reality.

Well, that's all.

- Antonieta was... married?
- Yes, but her marriage didn't last long.

I recognize my fault.
And I promise to stay near you.

I promise. You are by yourself most of
the time, that is why you think this way.

That and the books
that go to your head.

Your life is here with me.
I will help you overcome this crisis, Antonieta.

Forgive me, but I'm not happy with you.

I don't love you anymore.

Do you mean it?

It will be better for us to part ways.

I'm no longer happy by your side.

Do you have a lover?

No, it's very simple.
I can't disguise it any longer.

-I don't love you. I can't live with you.
-Who is your lover?
-Let me go!

What a fool. You've been
cheating on me all this time.

My god, what an imbecile I've been,
stupid and blind!

All those bullshit books!

Those faggots you have for friends!

- Mr. Vargas, please.
- Third floor, Miss.

It's not working.

-What?
-The elevator, it's not working.

And you? Where are you coming from?

-What happened, did Atlante win?
-Of course, but they still need
to play against America, man.

- You wanna bet?
- Sure.

- How much?
- You name it.
- All righty then.

Mr. Vargas, please.

I've come on behalf of Juana Garrida.

-It's 12:15!
-Excuse me?
-It's 12:15, you're 15 minutes late. I'm leaving.

-Where are you going?
-Nowhere in particular, but because
you arrive late, I must leave.

I'd like to talk about Antonieta.

It's not working. At least, not for me.

Come.

They tell me you met her.

It would be pointless to talk about her.

Would you like a brandy?

Yes, of course.

Why is it pointless to talk about her?

When somebody has died,
or when someone is too old,

It's not possible to imagine what has
happened before. It's impossible.

Women these days can't even imagine
what this woman was like.

She was brilliant.

She was beautiful.

She was always doing something.
She was a fine writer.

She edited several books.
She translated Kafka and Rilke.

The surrealists.
She also translated plays.

- Your name?
- Jean

- Jean who?
- Jean Cocteau.

C-O-C-T-E-A-U. Cocteau.

What a name to live on the outside.

And you will stay there unless
you give us your address.

- D'Anjour street.
- Now she's reasoning.

- Signature
- Prepare a pen!

Get closer, get closer!
Nobody is going to eat you.

-What's wrong?
-Lightnings and starlights,
the accused man has disappeared!

-How prodigious!
-There's nothing prodigious about that.

-Let's get out of here. This is unbearable!
-Unbearable, indeed.

At the death of her father,
in 1927, she inherits.

She moves then to another house, and she
abandons her family indefinitely.

She gathers a theatre group, sponsored by
her, in which she acts with her friends.

Ulysses Theatre.

She wrote all the translations.

There were plays from O'Neill, Bildraque.

"The Orpheus" from Jacque Cocteau.

... For love he has killed the devil
in the form of a horse, and he died.

I thank thy for saving me.
Because I adored poetry.

And poetry art thou.

Amen.

- Shall I pour it?
- Leave it to Eurydice.

Maybe we could eat at last.

I have been talking to Antonieta,
and I think she plans doing another play.

"The human voice of Cocteau",
do you know it?

Yes, I've read it, I think it's marvelous.

I never told you before, but
congratulations. You were marvelous.

Critics could not withstand until the end.

Critics are critics, incapable
of getting a grip of the mystery.

Reason is on our side, it's hard to wake
the ignorants, when they think they're not.

Same thing happens with our orchestra.
Playing from Bussie, Stravinsky or
Satier will just ask for insults.

- But it is necessary.
- Antonieta, shall we dance?

Antonieta, your house is beautiful.

I love this marvelous party!

Tell me, I saw the Independence Column this
afternoon. Did you pose for the angel?

Yes, me and my sister.

But that monument terrifies me,
when I pass by I'd rather not look.

She just encountered a painter, Lozano.

Manuel Lozano, a great painter.

Antonieta fell entirely in love with him.

Lozano was married to Carmen Mondragon.
Her father was a General,

who invented a cannon. A dangerous woman.
-Carmen, How are you?

I wanted to greet you,
I was waiting for the right moment.

That's why I came back, to work here.
I want to paint my country, my people.

You know, French painters are imitating
the Japanese, even the African masks.

And we are copying the Europeans.

I come here, to this place,
and I see no difference with Paris.

What can we do with that Antonieta?

Hide our reality.

We contemplate ourselves
in the mirror through a mask.

I do what I can. We are in difficult times.

It might serve us.

-You are sponsoring an orchestra?
-Yes. It would be filmed!

With all reason.

Excuse me.

I come to offer you these poems.

Are they good?

Does this bother you?

Yes.

- Was she Catholic?
- Yes, but not active.

She never had a real faith.

Well, I do not know.

Indian blood?

A little. Like everyone in this country.

Look.

Here I have pictures... press articles...letters.

Don't touch.

In this picture we can see Lozano.

The painter.

She placed her life in his hands.

-Were they lovers?
-No, I don' t think so.

He never wanted to.

What? She loved him as a platonic love?

Yes and No.

This isn't Europe, you see?

Here, romanticism is a luxury.

You'll never understand this.

There's a dark and violent land below!

We forget sometimes, but it is always there.

It might awake at any day.

Here. Was this the young poet?

Yes.

It was me.

Good Morning.

- Is Manuel here?
- Yes.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Come closer.

Thank you.

Jesus!

Place them in water.

I heard about your son's death.

How is your wife?

- I don't know.
- Excuse me?

She hasn't spoken for days.

What is it Manuel?

-Nothing that I can tell you about.
-Don't you trust me?

Manuel!

Manuel, you enlighten my life.

I belong to you.

You doubt and reject me.

When I'm alone I feel closer to
you than when we' re together.

You suffer.

And will not tell me.

Is there anything worse?

My wife killed our baby.

She choked him with her own hands.

What are we Manuel?

In which land do we live?

What's inside us?

Shall we continue, Sir?

No. Not for now.

Who is he?

I need to speak to you alone. We never are.

I am here to satisfy your desires.

Even if you don't know.

I know Antonieta.

What shall we do?

Continue our path.

We shall never imitate or stop imitating.

Always looking. Where things come from.

What drives us. What illuminates us.

And what destroys us.

Was he gay?

Antonieta knew right away?

She never wanted to know. She adored him,
she was willing to do anything.

How is it possible to write
87 letters of love to a man,

without making love to him?

- That surprises you?
- It seems impossible.

There are things hard to understand today.

That young man that used to pose for
him was found dead on Lozano's pool.

A lot of nonsense was spoken.
About drugs and even a crime.

- What really happened?
- Nobody knows.

Good morning.
- Come in.
- Thank you.

Of every temple that hosted a ceremony,
this is the most important.

The Main Temple.

Indians who lived here before the conquest,
thought that every afternoon,

the sun must feed with the blood of men,

to defeat the forces of night.
The moon and the stars.

Only by winning that battle,
the sun would rise again giving life.

The rock of sacrifice.

Five priests placed the one
that should be sacrificed here.

Placing him North to South.

With an oxidian knife, his heart was ripped
apart and offered to the sun god.

Huitzilopoztli.

This is probably the base of a
temple created for death.

A tribute for those sacrificed
for us to enjoy the sun.

Why so much death?

Didn't you want to know why did Antonieta died?

Yes.

Because she didn't believe in what I tell you.

She thought it was possible to change
the earth completely. Just like that.

Tell me more about Antonieta.

Some other time.

- My key, please.
- Right away.

- They called from Paris.

Third floor, please.

Manuel, I have nothing to give you today.
It is all yours.

Tell me, do I jeopardize your liberty?
Do I steal your oxygen?

I feel you want to rest from me. Manuel,
I would give everything to love you today.

What do you want to do to me?
You cheat yourself about me.

I am not a modern woman,
that dominates her sexual problem.

I am not modern because I give to love
in general, and the sex in particular.

More important than washing
my mouth or taking a shower.

I couldn't feel affection for one
person while giving myself to another.

I guess it would be all right, but
to just think about it makes me sick.

I can' t divide myself. If I would be an
intelligent woman, I would love you with
all the spirit free of any sexual intention.

I am in a dead end.

Besides working, what shall I do?

General Calles does not want our Virgin
Mary with us! Before this happens,
we are willing to give our last drop of
blood for our catholic faith!

We will fight against Calles and Satan!

- Long Live Christ the King!
- Long Live

- Long Live Guadalupe Virgin!
- Long Live!

Kneel down.

Stop!

The Generals.

The Christ War. Generals Obregon and Calles
follow on power.

Their anticlericalism unleashes a series
of rebellions from the church. Priests
denied to give mass and abandon their temples.

"Cristeros" hide on the mountains and
fight the government troops under the
theme of "Christ the King".

For nearly five years, this terrible and
awful war hits the country.

Churches were banned, but there
was a clandestine practice.

A very religious woman, Mother Conchita,
gathered followers in her house.

Between them, there was a fanatic young man,
Jose de Leon Toral, typographer and drawer.

Obregon was murdered by Toral on July 18, 1928.

-So much useless suffering. My god.
-Obregon hates us. While he and Calles
are in the power we will be persecuted.

My Colonel Lieutenant.
General Obregon has arrived.

- How much do I owe you?
- Nothing.
- Thank you

- Long live Obregon!
- Long live!

Probably yes.

Ready.

- Please, don't insist me, I told you
he cannot be disturbed.
- Let him pass.

Go ahead.

Troop! Prepare arms.

Charge arms.

Aim.

- Long live Christ The King!
- Fire!

I'm going to sing the song
of a friend of my land.

Called Jos� Valentin who was shot
and hang in the mountain range.

I wouldn't like to remember it
was an afternoon in winter.

When do to his bad look Valentin
fell in the hands of the government.

The captain asks him who
are the people who control.

They are eight hundred soldiers who
have besieged the estate of "Holanda".

The captain asks him who
the people who guide are.

They are eight hundred soldiers who
have Mariano Mej�as through the rocks.

The colonel told him he would
grant him the indult.

But you are going to tell me who the
jury is and the cause that I judge.

Because Valentin was a man he
didn't gave them information.

I am of the men who had
invented the revolution.

Vargas, after the death of Obregon,
were there new elections?

Yes, naturally. Calles was left alone
like a provisional president.

A new president had to be found.

And then Vasconcelos decided
to present himself.

-Who was Vasconcelos?
-Vasconcelos was a very intellectual politician.

In the years twenty-one and twenty-two
he was minister of public instruction.

He had done many works; alphabetization
campaigns, books, schools.

They called him the knight of the alphabet.

He decided to exile himself in LA because he
hated the tyranny of the military governments.

But he loved Mexico passionately.

At the dead of Obregon he
decided to start the adventure.

Of showing himself as independent
candidate for the presidency.

He took with him the youth and the
very best of the Mexican people.

- And Antonieta left with him?
- Yes, we met with him in Toluca.

Books! School! Books! School!

Books! School! Books! School!

Long live Vasconcelos! Long live!

- Where are you from?
- I do not know.

- What is your town name?
- I do not know.

But each one knows from where he is.
You don't?

From San Andr�s, I think.

What books do we have here?

-Shakespeare, Balzac, Dante, Dostoyevski.
-Very well, Dante. It's the Divine Comedy, take it.
-Thank you.

What can be done against this ignorance?

Good morning. I am
Antonieta Rivas Mercado.

I have followed with passion the beginning
of your campaign and I want to help you.

-Thank you.
-Do you have money?
Do you count with sponsors?

No, No I have almost nothing.
Day pay an entrance to go to the reunions.
That's it, we live from that.

I can help you, I promise but I will also like
to follow you. Participate in your campaign.

I do not have anything to offer you.
Crappy hotels, dust, and lost bullets.

I didn't expect anything different. Here is
my friend Mr. Manuel Lozano, he is a painter.

- How are you?
- A pleasure.

The Master Chavez and my friend Vargas,
he is a writer.

-They're also willing to follow, and work for you.
-Artists.

First you have to start the fire and are
the artists who do it or who should do it.

-Then the people will follow you.
-That's why we have come this far. To find you.

-And I can assure you that it's
not a mundane act or a whim-
-Culture without political content lacks sense.

-You know it very well.
-And our culture is here, you've told it yourself.

-Yes, it's true.
-I think you did the right thing coming back.

In the north there are men of blond hair who
put their feet on the table when they speak
and consider themselves Protestants.

Here we have two cultures that had fought
for several centuries. Protestants.

Yes two or three.

And if our people want a civilization
these different cultures must blend.

-Maybe that way a new spirit will develop.
-Are you the daughter of the architect?

- Yes.
- I met him. Are you married?

- Yes but I am separated.
- Come.

Never forget, America is
the land of the synthesis!

That's how we make future possible.
Disappearing human divisions!

Europe is back to the barbarian times!
They're exterminating each other in wars!

Now, the civilized countries
are the new countries!

He made a triumphal entrance through
the capital on March 10.

Unforgettable. We thought that misfortune
would soon end. He could've won.

But, Calles was his opponent,
supporting another candidate.

He would not back up.

We went touring north after that.

A city per day. It was exhausting.

But we were young.

Antonieta and a group of us
supported him enthusiastically.

Cover up Sir!

- Are we all here?
- Hermino and Gutierrez are missing.

- Bastards! They almost killed us!
- This comes from above!

It is Calles! He orchestrates everything!

-Do they want to threaten our supporters?
-They want to relate us to an image of violence,
disorder. They want to make us guilty!

Sign here sir.

- Who authorized you to bring him here?
- Sir it's one of ours!

This is a hotel, not a hospital!

They are farmers, come on!

Blood!

I told you, this is a hotel, not a hospital!

- Sir!
- ...Yes, yes.

- Excuse me sir.
- Yes?

There are some peasants that
would like to speak to you.
They have been waiting for two days now.

- What do they need?
- I don't know. Sir.

- Let them come.
- HERE?
- Here!

Yes. Yes sir!

- When I tell you-
- Yes.

Now.

The candidate is waiting for you. Speak
to him straight to the point. Then leave.

Take your hat off!

- Thank you sir.
- At your service sir!

Speak what you need to say.
Do not be afraid.

Speak.

What can I do for you?

We have only one question sir.

Tell me.

In our municipality our president
takes everything from us.
He rapes our wives and daughters.

When we protest, he kills us
just like dogs.

Continue.

We want to know if it is possible
to make justice for ourselves.

No. Nobody can do that.

You know that justice exists. Even if
it's not perfect, you have to live by it.

We tried, years ago,
telling the authorities!

-It seems pointless.
-We want to make our own court,
so that way we could judge him!

You do not possess that right.

Nobody can defend them.

Common tribunals are formed
in revolts, right?

When official justice is at the
service of the power itself.

-Would you be capable of forming a tribunal?
-Surely, sir!

- A real tribunal, to serve justice?
- Yes sir, of course!

Then you have that right possibly.
It is not for me to approve.

But yes, maybe.

Will this tribunal have
the right for death penalty?

He is a criminal, sir.

If the tribunal were meticulously
resolute, I do not see why not.

I believe so.

Thank you sir! Madam, sir, sir!

-Why are you so happy?
-Well, because, we hung him a month ago.

-Sir, dinner is served, they're waiting for you.
-Right away.

Every revolution must perish when
its prophets are being murdered!

That is why we salute you, Vasconcelos! With
you, Huitzilopoztli, God of blood and death!

Will retreat against Quetzalcoatl! Carrier of
order and light! I propose a toast for this man!

Long live Vasconcelos!

- What is happening?
- No idea.

- I think it's better for you to leave now.
- Leave?

Yes, you might return whenever you want.

- Why?
- Because we need to play our game.

- What game?
- A game we play each time we gather.

We pull out a revolver, we load it, throw it
to the air aiming to the center of the table.

Sometimes a bullet comes off.
We always play it until that happens.

-Somebody can end up dead!
-Of course Madame, that's the beauty of the game.

-Are you serious? You are playing that here?
-Yes, it's becoming a tradition.

Who refuses to play is considered a coward!

And you are brave because you play this?
Then we must leave gentlemen.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Sit gentlemen. We are starting our game.

- Everyone ready?
- I am prepared.
- Me too.

Well, then... let' s begin our game.

- Who's turn is it?
- Yours.

My turn.

It's my turn now.

-The pamphlets and panoramics
are ready for tomorrow.
-We took care of the events of today.

-At what time do we leave tomorrow sir?
-6:30 a.m. all right?

- Yes, 6:30 it is.
- Good night sir.
- Good night.

-Sir, we need to prepare
your speech for tomorrow.
-Antonieta will help me.

- Yes, it will be ready-
- A doctor, hurry up!

I am sure that besides you and me,
everyone else is armed.

Talk for yourself because me... I'm not.

Long live Vasconcelos! Good night.

Good night.

I have told you.
I have no luxuries to offer you.

Only this flower.

Thank you.

I can barely see where I lay down.

Tomorrow we will be in another hotel.

- Just like the actors.
- Exactly.

All this huge effort.
Will we get somewhere?

-Why do you ask me that? You doubt it?
-I don't know. So much death around us.

Celebration turns into tragedy.
Like today.

You can not let down the people
who trust you!

There are more of us every day. Thousands!
We will win Jose, you know it!

We will win!

-Calles will cheat the elections.
-We won't let that happen, we'll confront him!

More violence, more deaths?!
This country must be of free men,

-Not of drunken, analphabet soldiers!
-We shall fight before injustice,
everything before that.

-That's what you told the peasants!
-I promise what I don't have. I claim what I'm not.

I don't know, Antonieta. It will turn
better for me to keep writing my books.

I must finish my metaphysics.
I need to correct the proofs.

Writing a metaphysics book on campaign!

Our country needs politicians like yourself!

Philosophers lack of political sense.

You think this country will
change on some speeches?

No. But we must win the elections
if we want to accomplish something!
That's politics Jose. Winning!

I will name you instruction minister.

No. Being with you is enough.

By your side.

I don't know what I would
do without you Antonieta.

Dear Manuel, fighting the useless purpose of my
life, I've been caught up by the political passion.

At least today I exist. One question.
You have rejected me. But I ask you,
what would you do if you knew I had a lover?

When the painter found out about her and
Vasconcelos, -that didn't bothered him.

They shall not see each other again.
She kept writing to him until the end.

Her most intimate thoughts
were for Lozano, while living
a passionate affair with Vasconcelos.

Physical. Maybe once in her
life she felt success as a woman.

Please, do you have a room?

I'll check the list.

Yes. One moment please.

Vasconcelos limited his campaign
to the northern states.

For no apparent reason, south intimidated
him, although he was from Oaxaca.

From one city to another he was warmly
welcomed, in spite of the bullets and
insults of the pro-government press.

- He was always gathered by-
- Excuse me.

-Are you interested in Vasconcelos?
-Yes. Why?

It' s curious. That is a very scarcely
revealed period of our history.

Is it for a thesis
or for an article?

- Something more complex than that.
- Oh. I'll be here 48 hours.

If you want to, we can talk for a while.

-"Licenciado". What does that mean?
-Madame, your room is ready.

I'm going.

-In this country everyone is a Licenciado.
-Shall I call you later?

Yes.

...but he always said the same thing,

legal battle must be won first,
we need a legitimate leader.

Thank you, have a good rest.

Vasconcelos adventure seems desperate.
I hope he ends up fine.

There's only one path for him.
His death.

If they don't kill him, he will become an angry
river, tearing apart everything on his way.

-Gentlemen! I'm not a candidate for my own
benefit, but because I have a civil duty!

We must take the power from the chiefs! Freeing
the country of the North American domination!

If not, our revolution
would've been vain!

What do they call freedom of vote? They
fill out wagons of people, placing a paper
on their hands, a paper they can't even read!

And they take them to vote!

Their only purpose is getting richer, betraying the
revolution purpose! An oligarchy of Generals...

...have strangled our independence!

How should we fight?
There is only one way.

Intelligence! Instruction!
Education for everyone!

This will give everyone the right of
reason and understanding our liberty!

We must trust the people instead of giving
our backs and taking advantage of them!

We must give total religious freedom
to Catholics, protestants, Buddhists!

Those who ban are those who fear man,
or themselves!

I know I risk my life every second.
As I speak I might be murdered!

The stealers of this country
will not retreat!

I only promise not to steal! I have me faults,
I have no right to speak in your name.

But I'm honest, because I'm poor!

But I'm honest, because I'm poor!

Thank you.

Good morning.

Thank you for coming. I appreciate that.

-I don't have much time.
-Me neither. My name is Lloyd,
the U.S. Ambassador sent me.

Yes, I've heard about him.

-Antonieta is my right hand;
she knows everything I know-
-Oh, yes, yes. I've heard about her.

By the way, elections are close.
- Indeed.

During your campaign, you have been
quite harsh against my country.

Your country should mind its own business.

I said what was needed.

Yes, but you have even spoken
about colonization, what is that?

When there are big taxes are placed on wine
to help the position of Coca-Cola in Mexico,
what is that if not colonization?

You know you'll lose the elections.

No. Not if there are transparent.

- I'm not afraid of the result.
- But you have refused help from
Generals enemies to Calles.

You have done no effort to gain the south.
Not one political alliance.

You have no hope of winning
the elections, and you know it.

- Why would you come for?
- Because I was given a mission.

- Official?
- All missions are official.

Look, when you were minister of public
education, you started a great idea.

Frankly, it would be a shame
for that to stop.

Now, step back from the elections. The new
president, chosen by the people of course,
will ask you to continue your great institution.

As a minister, with plenty of power.

If you think he lost,
why are you bribing him?

I want to make it clear
that I am speaking to him.

My friend has done a question.
What is your answer?

Mexico is coming out, hardly,
from 20 years of battles.

What Mexico needs now is unity,
not division.

That is precisely what I think.

This country could bring two
parties, adversaries. Both can be
declared heirs of the revolution.

Fantastic! Let them both fight without a
battle. But they can just share the power.

Simple. A balance. Do you understand?

- Like in your country?
- Well, with it's own proportions.

Go back to your plane. The gasoline
that brought you here has been a big
expense for the Mexican people.

It was not worth it.

Vasconcelos was the finest pen
in Mexico.

But he shouldn't be considered a hero. He was a
megalomaniac. He saw himself as the only
exception on a country of 14 million imbeciles.

-That's not very flattering from you-
-No, I'm afraid not. He was conceited,
complex, contradictory. He said he had
Indian blood, but Indians scared him.

He wasn't comfortable with his people like many
intellectuals. He used Plato on his discourses.

He was a good speaker. He had a
precise use of the insult.

But, when studying political science, we must
not trust simplifications and preconceived ideas.

On the other side, not everything was bad.
Of course not. Proof is that for the last
50 years this country has been the most
stable on Latin America.

Revolution has been forgotten and there
are now conditions for a regular development.

- Were the elections cheated?
- That's for sure.

On which way?

On a thousand different ways. In the
places where Vasconcelos was popular,
the ballots were disappeared.

Voting centers were changed.
There were armed attacks, robbery.

-How many votes did he have?
-A ridiculous amount. I don't remember exactly.
Like 100,000 votes on the whole country.

Children, we are giving you a book
on behalf of Mr. Vasconcelos.

- What do we say?
- Thank you!

Look, read, more than 30,000 people
acclaimed Vasconcelos!

Jose, poles are very low!

1,757?

Yes, of course.
Let's see what you could do.

- Tell central office.
- Yes.

- Sir.
- Could you speak to Mexico?

- They have wired our phones.
- General Bouquet!

Find a line again.

What's happening, what news General?

Bad. Elections are an immense fraud.

There is no other choice
than taking this to the end.

Seven hours before, this is not possible!

What do you suggest?

If we step back now, it'll seem as abandonment.
We could provoke justice through the army.

We can make the vote be respected
through the use of the guns.

Calles has equipped the army
with North American equipment.

Failure of the Cristeros Revolutions
has deeply wounded people's spirit.

Yes. But it's not that hard
to defeat them.

They don't fight for conviction.
There are many corrupted officials.
We could orchestrate the revolt.

We have many faithful military,
capable of anything.

Our leaders in Tampico, Veracruz
and Hermosillo have been arrested.

Elections are not over yet, and they
already gave the results in New York!

I've just spoken to M�xico. They are holding
hostages of Medellin and Pellicer.

- Is that it?
- Chiappas and Guerrero are missing.

Reality imposes on us.

Go home. This is over.

-We should raise our weapons against this
calumny, you've said so yourself!
-I have evaded the cannons for so long,
and I won't use them now!

Listen to all these people willing
to give their lives for you!

Tomorrow they will scream
for that other one!

-Go home gentlemen. Good night.
-Antonieta is right we can not abandon them!

- You too. Go home.
- As you wish.

What are we going to do?

I'll leave this country.

I'll go to New York. Or Paris.

I will stay clandestine.

It's not the first time I've done it.

I will return, just as Madero did.
Like Obreg�n.

In the end truth shall be found.

What am I going to do Jose?

I have no money.

What can I do? Now I've lost you too.

Don't you realize?

Troops are out of Mexico,
so the assassins.

There are too many martyrs.

Are you coming with me?

I don't know.

I am sick.

I have no money.

Your family has a big name.

They won't harm you.

They will destroy me. They will
never forgive my affair with you.

I'm too weak to keep going.

I am sick.

I feel... bad.

Those are the titles I already prepared.
They speak about the political situation.

-Please include them on the prologue.
Would you help me edit another one?
-Yes, surely.

- Two pages of the article.
Three, number three. That's it, right?
- Yes.

Punctuation is blurry. Correct all these.

-Give me all the part that talks
about Villa in Santiago.
-About Torre�n. Torre�n too right?

- Yes Torre�n.
- Well and Sonora, What about that?

- Everything referring Sonora-
- Oh, yes. Let's fix that too.

It's very important to include
on the first number. Good.

- Have you seen this?
- What?

-But... the first number is almost ready.
Would you like to glance at it?
-Later.

I loved your article.

We have to go get the passports.

Later.

- Can I ask you a question?
- Of course.

What am I supposed to do now?

What do you mean?

What am I supposed to do now?

- Nothing, I'm sorry, I know I bother-
- No, not at all.

Just answer me one question.

Do you think you really need me?

If you wouldn't be here,
I would need you infinitely.

The magazine wouldn't
be printed without you.

In certainty nobody needs anybody.
You know it.

- Yes, I know.
- We only need God.

Would you care to join us
for a coffee?

- Where to?
- "Chavier moi"

-No. I have to go to the consulate first.
Some other time.
-Farewell then.

- Which day did you say?
- February 11.

- 1931?
- Yes.

Absolutely nothing happened that day.

Look for yourself.

Yet the prefecture keeps track,

and the press wrote about it.
- Pure malice. As you can see.

I checked to be absolutely certain.
But I was sure nothing happened.

Moreover, no one ever...

committed suicide in the
Notre-Dame Cathedral. No one.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Madame.