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THIS PROGRAM CONTAINS SCENES OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE.

VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

Pedrito, Blanquita!

Come here!

Quickly!

Did I tell you the story about the hens?

The one in which the fox would steal their eggs every night

and eat their chicks?

The fox thought they were dumb,

but the hens organized themselves and started working together

because they realized that they were many,

and the fox was just one.

Then, when the fox came during the night,

the hens jumped on him and pecked him.

And so, the fox never bothered them again.

Rock, paper, scissors.

Rock, paper, scissors.

-No! -I won. Into the water.

As childhood held them in its clasp,

Blanca and Pedro Tercero enjoyed their summers,

not yet thinking about that raptured passion

that would drive them crazy for the rest of their lives.

THE HOUSE OF THE SPIRITS

My grandmother managed to remain in her marriage, as dictated by that time,

because her husband stayed away from magic and her psychic experiments,

which was where she found her peace.

Are the three of you there?

Of course, you go everywhere together.

It's sunny here. Splendid, yes.

And over there?

Cloudy?

That's strange. We're not that far away.

No, I mean physically.

I know that we are close for the things that really matter.

Yes.

Mom?

Mom.

-Mom. -Mom.

-Mom. -Yes?

Blanca hid my biology book.

And she's faking being sick to skip school.

I'm not going to school.

Jaime is jealous because he can't go to the countryside.

Don't fight so much.

You will still miss each other when you are in boarding school,

and you are in the countryside.

-I also want to go, Mom. -I know.

But you know how your father gets if you don't go back to school.

You'll go when school's over. Just a little longer.

-Help me. -Come on, Jaimito.

Don't be like that, my dear.

Come on, I'm going to make you your favorite cake, okay?

Is something wrong?

You've grown so much.

Your aura has changed color.

Are you menstruating?

Mom, that's been happening for a while.

My Nana explained everything to me,

since you always have your head in the clouds.

We need to spend more time together.

-Yes. -Now in the countryside.

My grandfather traveled constantly to Las Tres Marías

to cope with the distance imposed by his wife.

So he entered a very prosperous period,

and his businesses seemed to have been touched by a magic wand.

-Welcome, sir. -Good afternoon.

I know who started it all.

I have identified him.

They didn't want to harvest the potatoes. They are asking for a pay raise.

One more!

This came yesterday.

They found it in the stable.

"Stop the abuse. Fight for a country without bosses."

This is your fault, Sánchez.

You've become softer over the years.

It is happening on every farm, Esteban.

No one is going to rebel in Las Tres Marías.

I know very well how to deal with these people.

You must keep them on a short leash.

And use the whip when it's needed.

Bye.

Weren't we going to spend time together?

See you later.

You can tell that Miss Blanca likes it here.

She seems a different person here, like there are two Blancas.

In the city, she's always sick and apathetic, but look at her here.

-Hello, Jorge. -Hello, miss.

-Have you seen Pedro? -In the stables.

And there comes the fox

Like every night

To take

To steal

We are more

We are more

To steal

To take…

García! Why are you not working?

Blanca!

You came earlier.

I convinced my mom.

I need the countryside air.

Look.

I brought you a present.

I knitted it myself.

You got big.

It's the work I do here.

And is that song yours?

I wanted to give you a surprise.

Surprise?

Yes.

-Come. -What?

Stop.

Quiet.

I have to get back to work.

Go.

And then I have to attend class in San Lucas,

but maybe we can meet tonight?

By the river.

My grandmother couldn't get close to Pancha as she would have liked.

Not even when she found out

that her son Esteban had died of drunkenness.

Nor could she ever forgive herself for not being able to help

the only son of the boss who bore his name.

Since we won't be using the desks and the blackboard anymore,

we could donate them to the rural school.

That would be a nice gesture.

-I'll take care of it. -Thanks.

Did the children get used to the new school in San Lucas?

Yes.

They say the kids from Las Tres Marías are the best students in the region.

-All thanks to you. -No.

Thanks to themselves.

And thanks to you, their parents.

Time goes by so quickly.

Does that make you sad?

No.

It's a strange feeling.

I feel like I'm always late for the things I used to anticipate before.

I sound crazy.

-No. -Don't pay attention to me.

Maybe I'm just getting old.

How can you say that? You're still young.

And you have more energy than all of us combined.

-Thank you. -No!

No, get out! Now!

Get out!

Out!

How's it possible I found out from a worker that you're here?

Hello.

I had a feeling I had to come, so here we are.

-Is that a problem? -No, not at all.

I was starting to miss you.

Try Nana's cake. This time, I didn't forget.

Hello.

Yummy.

The farm looks so beautiful, Dad.

What were you doing? Wallowing with the pigs?

I went out for a walk.

I would like you to teach me everything about Las Tres Marías,

so, maybe, one day I can help you.

Blanca, you're old enough to start behaving like a lady.

Eat.

You're skinny. No one will like you like this.

We don't want another spinster in the family.

Don't be annoying, Esteban. We just got here.

It's for her own good.

Okay. Tell me. What news from the capital?

-Hello. -Hello, Pedrito.

Father José María!

Father!

-Pedro. -How are you?

I'm glad you still manage to keep coming to school.

-Was it good? -Yes, I've learned a lot.

Here's the manifesto.

COMMUNIST MANIFESTO

Be careful. That's like walking around with a gun, especially now.

So, the rich use religion to keep the poor out of power.

Is that the only thing you managed to remember?

I expected more from you.

What they didn't know

is that God is on the right,

but Jesus is always on the left.

Don't you forget that.

No!

What is this?

No!

What are you doing?

How could you?

Harming a little creature of God.

Let him practice his aim. It will be useful in his life.

Compassion.

That will help him in life.

Compassion.

-Hey. -What?

Let me raise my grandson my way.

You helped me raise my son and look how badly that turned out.

Don't be disrespectful.

What's wrong with you?

Son.

Did you see what the bosses did to Ezequiel Rojas from the Sánchez farm?

What are you talking about?

They killed him.

They hanged him at the town's exit.

To scare us.

You have to stay calm, son.

There's no certainty the bosses did it.

Then, who?

We must do something.

Are you just going to sit there like a fool drinking your mate?

And what do you propose?

Do you have any proof?

Do you want to speak to the police?

Who will they listen to? You or the bosses?

Answer me!

Pedrito, don't waste your time.

These men have witnessed many crimes within their own family,

and they never dared to raise their voices.

Come on.

This family.

It's full of cowards.

But I am no coward!

I don't want you to end up hanging like that poor man, do you hear?

Listen.

Hey.

If you want change,

there are more powerful weapons than blades and bullets.

Grandma,

why did they kill that man?

Don't you worry.

Leave the grown-up stuff to the grown-ups.

I'm already grown.

And I will protect you if the bosses try to do anything to you.

Nothing bad is going to happen to you.

Do you know why?

You're my grandson.

And you won't be a lost cause like your dad.

-Hey, that's my bed. -I know.

Fine, but just a little while.

I will tell you something

that you can never forget.

You have the same blood as the boss.

You were born to do great things.

And you'll be the one giving orders.

Not the other way around.

Understood?

Come here.

Blanca.

Mom, what are you doing awake?

Something's keeping me restless and I needed some air.

And you?

I heard a noise and I was going to tell Dad.

What?

-Sit down. -No.

It's too late to go out.

I'm a grown-up. I can take care of myself.

I'll be right back.

Fine, but be careful,

because you're not a grown-up as you think you are.

-I love you. -I love you too.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death.

Hello.

You'd better go, Blanca.

Your dad was here a moment ago.

Yesterday, I waited for you by the river.

Did you fall asleep?

Didn't your dad tell you what happened?

No.

What?

If one of us lifts their head from the ground, we are killed.

And nothing happens.

No one goes to jail.

Justice is like land in this country.

It's just for the bosses.

What?

Was a peasant killed?

They did it to frighten us.

To scare us.

Pedro!

Come. Help us load the truck.

Coming!

Will we meet today?

I don't know.

Dad.

What do you know about the murder of a peasant?

That always happens in little towns.

Drunken brawls, crimes of passion.

The usual.

They say it was retaliation from the bosses.

Who says that?

I say that.

Don't talk to me like that, you brat.

You hear me?

But people here also need fair treatment.

Where do you get those ideas from?

I can form my own ideas.

Those ideas

better be our ideas.

Go.

-You fucked up, Sánchez. -Why?

You gave them a communist martyr.

And since no one will go to jail, this is only going to get worse.

Don't worry, nothing will happen.

Fix this, Sánchez.

Who is that?

He arrived a week ago.

He is a French count.

A real count?

With lots of money.

Hey, what's going on?

-You get paid to be a waiter. -No…

Forgive him, sir. It's all my fault.

It's just that he's very quaint, isn't he?

Look at that face.

It's fantastic.

All right.

You can go. I don't want to cause any trouble.

My champagne.

Jean de Satigny.

-Sánchez. -Pleasure to meet you.

Jean de Satigny.

Esteban Trueba.

Trueba?

Las Tres Marías, right?

I've heard wonders about your farm.

They call it the "model" farm.

What brings you to this part of the world?

Well, a little bit of everything.

I'd like to invest in this country.

Slowly at dawn

-Do you know this story? -Yes!

They make their rounds, spread their wings

The future they will defend

And there comes the fox

Like every…

Sing.

I want to hear you sing.

Gladly.

And there comes the fox

Like every night

To take, to steal their dignity

You won't be able to, my friend

You won't be able to, my friend

We are all witnesses

You are alone And we are more

We are more

We are more

We are more

What a curious song.

Quite curious.

Tell me about it.

We won't continue to be killed for condemning injustice.

Injustice?

I look around me, and all I see is progress.

Let your grandfather tell you how he used to live.

I know the story.

I have lived it myself. Everything is yours, and nothing is ours.

-Let's go home, son. -No.

What have you got there?

"Stop the abuse. Fight for a country without bosses."

In this country, private property is a constitutional right.

Encouraging an armed uprising to dispossess the legitimate owners

is a subversive act punishable by jail.

You should be in jail.

Go home.

I want him out of Las Tres Marías.

-Pedro! -No, Blanca, I can't now.

Boss,

after all the years I have worked with you…

Be thankful I don't throw you and your family out.

Because I would gladly do it.

Blanca, honey?

Open up.

I won't leave until I know that you are okay.

I'm fine. Go away.

I'm still here.

Pedro will have to leave. Dad threw him out!

Honey, you won't stop seeing each other.

No one can stop you from doing it.

And you're lucky.

What?

You're lucky to be able to feel so intensely.

Not everyone can.

Blanca.

Blanca?

Pedro?

Clara.

What's going on?

There's going to be an earthquake.

So what? This land always trembles.

This time, it will be different.

Why don't you keep me company?

You do your thing, read your cards.

I do my thing. We spend some time together.

Believe it or not, I need you.

And when you don't need me anymore, will you throw me out just like Pedro?

Like Férula?

-I think about her every day. -You're always digging up the past.

Do you think throwing Pedro out will change anything?

Blanca.

I love you.

Me, too.

What will you do?

Father José María asked me to travel with him.

I want to go with you.

No, don't say that.

I have nothing to offer you.

I don't care.

I want to be with you.

I promise you I will come back whenever I can.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Blanca!

Blanca!

No! Esteban!

Esteban.

Help!

Help.

Esteban?

You're alive.

Help!

Grandma!

Grandma.

Grandma!

Grandma!

No.

My daughter!

My daughter!

Help! Help!

Mrs. Clara needs help!

Pedro, son.

I'll stay with the kid. Go!

I think it's his leg.

Calm down. We must take him to the hospital.

No, he'll bleed out if we move him.

You need to stay calm, okay? I'll go get some help.

No.

-Wait. I'm gonna go get my dad. -Help me lift him.

Dad!

-Dad! -Son!

Thank God you're safe.

Calm down. They're coming.

-Blanca! -Mom!

I'm fine.

Dad!

Careful.

Dad?

You'll be all right. Pedro El Viejo is coming.

Come.

Bring a bottle of liquor.

The strongest one you have.

Easy, boss.

Easy.

It's for the pain.

There you go.

EARTHQUAKE IN THE SOUTH OF THE COUNTRY

Mom, I left the boarding school to go check on the house.

I have very bad news.

Yes, I know, my love.

It's about Nana, right?

Yes. Nana was scared of earthquakes, and she had a heart attack.

She's dead, Mom.

I'll take care of her funeral.

Make sure she's buried in the family mausoleum.

I wish I could help you,

but Dad is hurt and the workers need us.

I love you.

My grandmother was grateful she was able to say goodbye to Pancha.

Although she didn't understand her message,

she didn't take the time to decipher it,

because at that moment, her tarot cards were of no use to her,

nor was foreseeing the future,

for the task was to help with everything she could.

Clara!

Clara!

Clara!

Very good.

Blanca managed not to return to the capital.

She wanted to be there when Pedro Tercero returned.

To keep her calm,

Pedro El Viejo encouraged her to keep her hands occupied

without knowing that he was giving her

what would later be her only means of livelihood,

and her comfort in her saddest hours.

Finish what you started.

Beautiful.

Right?

-Italian silver. -Thank you very much.

This, with or without a limp…

-Will you join us for lunch? -I would love to.

And we can continue talking about your proposal for the chinchillas.

A very promising business.

Blanca, come meet the Count.

Jean de Satigny.

Pleasure to meet you.

-Will you join us for lunch, George? -Jean. The Count is staying for lunch.

Blanca, you should show him around Las Tres Marías.

I don't know if I can.

Of course you can. What else do you have to do?

Come on.

Well, I don't want to be a burden.

We can do it when Blanca can.

Will you stay in the country for a long time, Paul?

Jean.

Whatever fate tells me to do.

-What about your family in France? -No.

I'm not fortunate enough to be married.

I'm still waiting for the right person.

Blanca, they left this for you.

Thank you, Alejandra.

Meet me at 4 under our tree.

I loved

A moon

A moon so white

A moon

Shedding light

So white

I haven't finished it yet.

I missed you so much.

Me too.

-How much? -So much.

-So much? -So much.

-Really? -Really.

How much is so much?

With the priest, we've travelled to many places.

I met some wonderful people.

Things are going to change, Blanca.

There is one candidate.

A leftist candidate who's running,

and he has many supporters across the country.

I even met him.

He's going to be president. I'm sure.

I want to go with you.

Let's go together.

Really?

You'd make me the happiest man in the world.

Tomorrow.

We have to leave at an hour that doesn't raise suspicion.

11:00 a.m., right here.

Right here.

Yes.

Esteban!

Esteban!

Excuse me.

I saw Blanca naked, kissing a peasant.

Do you think I'm stupid?

No, Dad! No!

Dad!

Fucking whore!

What's wrong?

-Talk to me, daughter. -It was Dad.

What did you do?

Your daughter's a whore! She's sleeping with a savage!

They love each other. You're the savage!

You rape women out there!

Beast!

Mom?

Clara.

Come. Let's go.

I wish I could've done more.

I am the one

who should have done more.

Knowing you and your family has been a gift.

My family and I are leaving. We will never return.

My grandmother knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

She vowed to protect her children from my grandfather's uncontrollable rage,

and she never spoke to him ever again.