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Please, please, call upon your help, my daughter.

Call upon your strength to continue to bless your guidance through these dark

times.

May your native children from the forces that beset the farm help us.

I will bless your guidance.

Please help us. Mom, are you all right?

No, but the remedy will be here soon.

Yes, birds.

That's right.

I'll get many birds.

How can you possibly think about that when he knocked your teeth out?

No more moping around. We've been holed up in here too long.

Do you smell that?

Flowers?

Violets.

In the house, nobody ever mentioned what my grandpa had done.

And that secret was kept, like many others in the life diaries.

Mom.

Are you feeling better?

I'm better. Yes, better.

After those first weeks, my grandma concluded that her patience for

had run out.

We have arrived.

Clara. We are here to help, honey.

Finally. Thank you.

Children, come here.

Meet the Moore sisters, my friends. This is Louisa, Nora, and Marta. Your actual

sisters?

Indeed. And you?

My precious girl.

You're... Stop thinking that you deserve what happened to you.

Stop it.

Yeah?

Come in. I'll show you.

They are both lovely. Yes.

Here it is.

Here it was.

And here it will be.

This place was waiting for us. Yeah, it was.

Thank you for coming.

Now...

It's

done.

Can you sense the energy?

No.

You will soon.

Excuse me. I have to go study. You're going to get admitted to medical school.

Don't worry about it.

Thank you for the news, but I better not get cocky about it.

There's... There's a... An overwhelming love.

A restless creak.

Don't worry, child.

Listen, this cycle needs to be brought to an end so another can begin.

It's going to be a girl.

But only if you decide to have the child.

Mommy?

You're pregnant, honey.

No. Calm down. We're here to support you.

It can't be true.

No.

Yes. Hey.

Excuse me.

Flanka. No, leave her.

You cannot help, Blanca.

Not like this.

You need to heal first, my dear, yes? From here, deep inside you, be born

Tanta pena y soledad Ya no

cabe en esta casa

I'm coming.

Pedro Tercero Garcia made off with a large amount of money.

Out of respect for his father and grandfather, I haven't filed charges.

But if he doesn't show up, he'll become a fugitive from justice.

And no one wants him locked up, right?

So I offer a reward to the person who brings me information or brings the guy

in.

Tell everyone. Yes, Patron.

I know where Pedro's hiding.

I knew it, Patron.

Everyone knows where he's hiding.

But you.

You'll take me to his hideout.

And if I find out you've been lying, I'm going to give you a beating.

If I'm right, will you pay up?

Heather needs to know everything.

Is he in there?

Yes.

Come on.

Where's my money, patron?

Rats must never get rewarded.

Ma 'am.

Please wait.

What do you see?

There's a bulge on the roof.

Yeah, exactly.

A dome that's transparent enough for light to pass through.

Do you have blueprints for that?

They aren't needed.

I'll explain as you go.

Let's break through this wall, and if it ends up being bigger, it's because it

was meant to be.

Sure, if you say so.

Help me. Of course. Thank you.

I don't know how many new rooms we'll have, but the rule is that the more the

merrier. The stairs should be over here.

I don't understand. I'm sorry.

It's not difficult.

Allow me.

Don't worry. It'll be fine.

I'll leave you to it.

Excuse me.

Guided by her intuition and her spirit friends.

My grandmother led the transformation of the big house on the corner, and

everyone there joined in to help her.

I brought you more fabric.

Very well. Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Are you all right? Oh, yes.

She decided that her house would be a gathering place and a home for everyone

willing to join in her exploration of the afterlife and to help solve a need

the world of the living.

I apologize for the mess, but we will have to make do until the workers

finish. Hello.

Thank you for coming. Thank you.

Bucky? Yes, dear?

Anything for me? No, nothing, Blanquito.

The mailman has arrived.

I have the latest mail that arrived for Pedro Tercero.

Thank you.

Pay my friend and give him a good meal.

Yes, sir.

Come here.

My grandfather had never felt so alone.

Not even during his years in the mines out in the desert.

But he had found a way to hear about his family's affairs.

And thus he learned he was going to be a grandfather.

I repeat, it's Marga's spirit among us.

Why don't you answer?

I see a sunflower.

Could it be that your daughter has a sunflower?

She was born at my parents' house.

They had sunflowers.

Her daughter doesn't feel pain anymore.

She says, don't be sad.

She's happy in that place.

She wants you to free her and keep living life.

She says that you should talk to the hummingbird.

It's her way to remind you that she's always with you.

Are you here to visit Doña Clara? You're clueless. I'm her husband. This is my

house.

I'm sorry, sir. I'm new to the house.

Doña Clara is remodeling everything.

Just as I imagined you to be. I imagined you taller.

And younger, too.

Good morning.

Clara, I need to talk to you.

Clara.

Speak to me.

Clara will never utter a word to you again.

Please leave me alone with my wife. No, no, that won't be possible. Who are you?

I don't know any of you. Nora, Marta, and Luisa Mora. And we go by the Mora

sisters.

Clara, let's hash this out. I don't meddle in your affairs, but we need to

about Blanca.

She said she already knows everything about Blanca, and the best thing you

do is go back to the estate, Esteban.

You knew about it?

Turns out I'm the last idiot to find out. Luisa, this man needs to know that

only decision about Blanca that I will respect is the one Blanca makes.

She said that... I am not deaf!

And her future in the gut.

What will they say?

There.

Blanca.

Any sudden food urges?

No, I don't... Blanca.

Follow me, Blanca.

Blanca!

I won't let you lay a hand on her again.

Very nice.

I like seeing you stand up for Blanca.

Well, good job.

I want the best for you.

And the best for the child on the way.

Jean Guissetigny will give it his last name.

My child has a last name already. I'm not asking you, Blanca.

You're going to marry the Count and move up north so no one gossips about you.

Blanca, listen.

No one can make you do anything. We don't want bastards in the family, damn

But I thought we had a bunch of fellas.

Come with me, Bunker. Let's go.

Please. I suggest you forget about that peasant.

I killed him.

I put down that mangy communist dog.

Come with me, Blanca.

Let's go.

Blanca.

Blanquita, open up.

I don't want to be alone.

Blanca, I understand your pain.

But getting married won't make you feel better.

Blanca, come.

It's already settled. I'm going to marry the Count.

I don't want to see my father ever again.

Blanca, don't ruin your life, please.

I just want you to know one thing.

I will always be here for whatever you need, no matter what.

My grandma had no choice but to accept her daughter's decision because she knew

her very well and also knew that she wouldn't be able to change her mind.

You have to tell me.

Yes,

sure. Yes, yes. Can we take a photo, please? Let's do it, yes.

It's just that it would be better if the bride was smiling instead of crying.

Please, look over here.

Now smile.

There you go. Very good.

Thank you very much. Esteban, shall we take a photo?

Blanca? Leave her. Leave her, Charlotte. She'll get over it.

The marriage that Blanca didn't want was an important event.

Many noticed the bride was in constant tears, and they assumed it was the

passion of the moment.

Unaware that she had been crying since her father confessed to the murder of

love of her life.

And yet, the ceremony managed to avoid any scandal, just like my grandfather

planned.

Beautiful right?

Only the arid heat of the desert was able to dry my mother's tears.

Bonjour a tous.

Oh, is everything in order here?

Everything's in perfect condition, senor. Very good.

I'd like you to meet and say hello to my wife, Blanca de Satigny.

They are Gaspar, Balthazar, and Leonor.

Let's go. Go get our bags from the car and then prepare a welcome cocktail for

the seat.

Yes, senor. Come on, quick.

Do you like the house?

I decorated it myself.

A sensitive artist can't help but be moved by pre -Columbian culture.

Don't touch that.

Be careful with the sword because it's easy to bump into it.

What do you think, Blanca?

May I be shown to my bedroom now, Jean?

Sure, in a second.

Just one thing.

Ah! S 'il vous plaît.

What color is the door?

It's red.

Very good.

And what do you relate to the color red?

Blood.

You're always so dramatic, woman.

Red means stop.

In that room, I built my studio.

Please don't enter there because the light could expose the photos and ruin

them. Perfect.

That means beyond the doors of this house, we're a married couple.

Behind a closed door, don't touch me or come into my room.

Wow.

Deco.

Excuse me.

I brought all your favorites.

That's the perk of knowing each other so well after so many years of marriage.

You know, despite some differences, we've had a good marriage.

That's undeniable.

Here.

At Las Tres Marias, I'm not needed as much as I am here. That's why I'm

appointing an administrator to take care of my estate.

I'd like to use my abilities for a higher purpose.

I know I can be helpful to my country.

I will be announcing my candidacy for senator.

I hope you'll be proud of what I'll accomplish.

It was inevitable that my grandma would think about Rosa's murder and her

father's decree to keep the family away from politics.

Why are you awake at this hour?

I heard noises.

It's an ancient house. There are mice, you know.

Come on.

Go get some rest.

Go to your room, please.

What are you doing there?

Do you need anything?

One minute.

Take it to the post office. It's for my mom.

My pleasure.

Dear Mom, why haven't I received any letters from you?

I've already sent you four letters.

Are you angry at me?

This desert can be quite beautiful and cool at the same time.

Sometimes I think that I'm going crazy.

Everything is strange in this house, starting with Jean.

I feel very lonely.

As days go by, my fears continue to grow.

I don't think I'm going to be a good mother.

I need you so much.

With love, your daughter.

My dear Blanca, you can't imagine how much I miss you, sweetie.

Why haven't you written to me?

The renovation of the house is going well, but it's not the same without you.

The Mora sisters and I have been searching for Pedro among the dead, but

haven't been able to reach him.

Trust yourself, sweetie.

I know you will give your daughter everything she needs.

I love you.

Please write to me.

After months without a word from Blanca, Clara tried to reach her by other

means, but telepathy didn't work either.

And she started to regret that she didn't try harder to prevent the wedding

kept her from her daughter.

Don't worry.

It's all right.

Your daughter is stronger than she realizes.

Enough. Please don't.

As time slipped away,

Bianca felt that the loneliness of the desert was starting to drive her crazy,

and she looked for a way to keep herself busy.

Lost in thought and isolated from news of the world and her family, Blanca

wasn't aware of the changes that were taking place.

Like my grandmother's joy for achieving women's suffrage.

Or my grandfather's pride at being elected a senator.

My mother knew nothing of it, abandoned as she was to her inner exile.

Come on

She's

a woman of the world You must be thrilled I

mean it's amazing that your husband is accounting your father's senator.

That's amazing

My father's a senator?

He's a killer, though.

I beg your pardon.

Aren't you the daughter of the new senator, Esteban Prueba?

He paid to be a senator!

Blanca, you don't be talking.

We owe your father a lot.

Wait. Now that Treva is a senator, he will bring better champagne.

Yes, sure. Why don't we raise a glass to the senator?

Thanks to the senator, we're here.

I fucking hate this glass on all my legs.

Blanca, it's not your thing.

Don't be a killjoy, Jean.

The girl is rich and she does what she likes.

Blanca.

Hey, Blanca.

Blanca!

Very well, Blanca.

I give up.

mom mom mom mom

Cute!

Where were you, huh?

I came to say goodbye.

I told you not to come in.

This is not what you imagine, huh?

This is art.

It's art.

Pure and simple.

Where are we going, baby?

Blanca, what are you doing? What are you doing, Blanca? No, wait.

That's too valuable, Blanca. It's hard. I just touched it.

What are you doing? No.

That's too valuable.

I'll take them so I don't forget. No, no, no. No, no.

No, no. No, no.

Don't you dare come after me.

I was on the verge of being born in a narrow gauge train at 3 p .m. in the

middle of the desert.

But according to my grandma, that would have been terrible for my birth chart.

I'm a senator having to open the front door like a miserable maid.

And it was as if all the tears my mother held inside poured out of her body to

assist in my birth.