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THE SPIRIT OF THE BEEHIVE

"Once upon a time..."

"Somewhere on the Castilian plain,
around 1940..."

The movie's coming!
The movie's coming!

You boys are gonna fall.

How are you?

What are you doing?
Get out of here!

Look at all the cans of film!

Let me through.

- What's the movie about?
- The movie?

It's wonderful.

Is it a horror movie?

Is that all?

Is it a cowboy movie?

It's a beautiful movie.

Are there Indians in it?

It's tremendous!
The best I've ever shown in this town.

You can't even imagine.

All I can say is: olé!

This evening, in the town hall,

at 5:00

there'll be a special showing

of Frankenstein.

Ticket prices will be

one peseta for adults

and two reales for children.

How's it going, Tomasa?

I hope it's good this time.

It's magnificent.

Don't start a fire, now.

Careful with that brazier.

The film's producers
do not wish to present it

without a preliminary
word of caution.

This is the story
of Dr. Frankenstein,

a man of science

who sought to create a living being,

without recognizing that
that's something only God can do.

It's one of the strangest stories
ever told.

It's about the great mysteries
of creation:

Iife and death.

Prepare yourselves.

You may be shocked,

or even horrified.

Few films have had
greater impact all over the world.

But I would advise you

not to take it too seriously.

Though nothing can bring back
the happy moments we spent together,

I pray that God grant me
the joy of seeing you again.

That's been my constant prayer

ever since we parted
during the war,

and it's my prayer still
here in this remote spot

where Fernando and the girls
and I try to survive.

Little but the walls are left
of the house you once knew.

I often wonder what became
of everything we had there.

I don't say that out of nostalgia.

It's hard to feel nostalgic

after what we've been through
these past few years.

But sometimes,
when I look around me

and see so much loss,

so much destruction
and so much sadness,

something tells me
perhaps our ability to really feel life

has vanished
along with all the rest.

I don't even know
if this letter will reach you.

The news we get from outside

is so scant and confusing.

Please write soon

to let me know you're still alive.

With all my love, Teresa.

Sit down.

Sit down.

See that?
He understands!

Look at that!

Teresa.

Milagros.

Have you seen my wife?

I think she went out a while ago.

- Where are the girls?
- At the movie.

Is there anything to eat
in the house?

I'm sure there is.

But you should eat regular meals

and come down out of the clouds.

Sit down, Doctor.

Try to be patient.

Did you expect immediate results?

You must keep a close eye
on your creature.

Listen to me.
It could be dangerous.

Dangerous?
You surprise me.

Haven't you ever wanted
to take a chance?

What if we never went beyond
the limits of the known?

Have you never wished to see
beyond the clouds and stars?

Or to know
what makes trees grow

and changes shadows to light?

But speak like this
and they call you a madman.

Yet if I could answer
just one of these questions -

what eternity is, for example -

I wouldn't care
if they called me mad.

You're young,
dazed by your success.

Wake up and see reality.

A demon whose brain -

You must give it time to develop.

It's a perfect brain, Doctor.

I can tell you this now:
It came from your laboratory.

The brain stolen
from my laboratory

belonged to a criminal!

- Will you be long, Papa?
- No, I'll just fix the wall.

Why don't you stay
and play with me?

I have things to do, child.

Play with your kitten.

- Good-bye, Papa.
- Good-bye.

And be good.

Who are you?

I'm Maria.

Will you play with me?

Would you like
one of my flowers?

This one's for you
and this one's for me.

It's like a boat.

See how they float?

Get ready, Maria.

I'll check the roof

and then we'll go to the village.

Isabel.

Why did he kill her?

Why did he kill her?

Silence!

I'll tell you later.

It's Frankenstein!

By the sign of the holy cross

free us from our enemies,

Lord our God.

In the name of the Father, the Son
and the Holy Spirit, amen.

Where did you hide the matches?

In the drawer.

What?

Tell me
what you were going to tell me.

- About what?
- The movie.

Not now. Tomorrow.

Now. You promised.

Why did he kill the girl,

and why did they kill him after that?

You don't know.
You're a liar.

They didn't kill him,
and he didn't kill the girl.

How do you know?

How do you know they didn't die?

Everything in the movies is fake.

It's all a trick.

Besides, I've seen him alive.

Where?

In a place I know near the village.

People can't see him.

He only comes out at night.

Is he a ghost?

No, he's a spirit.

Like the spirit Dona Lucia
talks about?

Yes, but spirits don't have bodies.

That's why you can't kill them.

But he had one in the movie.

He had arms and feet.

He had everything.

It's a disguise they put on
when they go outside.

If he only comes out at night,
how can you talk to him?

I told you he was a spirit.

If you're his friend,

you can talk to him
whenever you want.

Just close your eyes

and call him.

"It's me, Ana."

"It's me, Ana."

"Someone to whom I recently
showed my glass beehive,

with its movement like
the main gear wheel of a clock-

Someone who saw the constant
agitation of the honeycomb,

the mysterious,
maddened commotion

of the nurse bees
over the nests,

the teeming bridges
and stairways of wax,

the invading spirals of the queen,

the endlessly varied
and repetitive labors of the swarm,

the relentless yet ineffectual toil,

the fevered comings and goings,

the call to sleep always ignored,

undermining the next day's work,

the final repose of death

far from a place that tolerates
neither sickness nor tombs -

Someone who observed
these things,

after the initial astonishment
had passed,

quickly looked away

with an expression
of indescribable sadness and horror."

Two and two is four

Four and two is six

Six and two is eight
Plus eight is 16

Plus eight is 24
Plus eight is 32

Holy souls, we kneel before you.

AII right.
Put away your things.

Quiet!

Quiet!

Or else Don Jose will get angry.

Good morning, Don Jose.

Poor Don Jose!

Who left him like that?

You did, teacher!

Let's see, Paulita.

What is Don Jose missing?

- His heart.
- Good. Put it on him.

Mari Carmen,

what's the heart for?

For breathing.

All you smarty-pants
laughing so hard,

what do we breathe with?

The lungs.

Show them to us.

Put his lungs on.

Put them on him.

Very good.

What is the stomach for?

To put food in.

Put it on him.

Very good. Sit down.

Now pay attention.

Don Jose can walk.
He can breathe.

He can eat.

But...

there's still something
very, very important

that's missing.

His bones.

His ears.

Ana.

You're very quiet.

What is Don Jose still missing?

His eyes.

Quiet, Isabel.

Answer when I ask you.

- His eyes.
- Very good.

Come and put them on him.

Now Don Jose can see.

See the house with the well?

- Does he Iive there?
- Yes.

You want to go there?

AII right.

Isabel!

Mama asked about you
this afternoon.

She wanted to know
where you were.

I said you were still at school.

Did you go to the well?

Yes.

Did you see him?

No.

Because he doesn't know you.

Papa's coming!

Papa's coming!

Papa, here's one.

- Papa, here's another one.
- I'm coming.

It's bad.

How much you wanna bet?

Don't touch it.

- It's good, isn't it?
- Let's see.

Yes, sir,
that's a good mushroom.

See?

Who knows what it's called?

- A brittlegill.
- A flyswatter.

No, flyswatters are poisonous.

Look closely.

Trum...
- Trumpet!

Very good.

You can tell
by the brown color

and these wavy edges.

Papa, have you ever picked
a poisonous mushroom?

- No. You know why?
- Why?

Because I always do
Iike my grandfather told me.

If you're not sure
a mushroom's good, don't pick it.

Because if it's bad
and you eat it,

it's your Iast mushroom,
and your Iast everything else too.

You two understand?
- I do.

Grandfather wasn't crazy
about eating them.

What he Iiked
was Iooking for them,

even if it meant a full day's hike.

He never got tired.

See that mountain?

What he called
"the mushroom garden" is up there.

You know why?
- Why?

Because the best mushroom
grows there - the chanterelle.

- Why don't we go?
- It's too far.

We'd never make it
with you two weaklings.

We'll go some other day.

But first you have to promise

never to tell your mother.

Look what we have here.

A real devil.

It smells so good.

Sure, the young ones fool you,

but the older ones
are a different story.

Look very closely.

Look at the color of the cap

and the black gills.

Never forget, girls:
This is the worst of all.

The most poisonous.

Whoever eats this hasn't got
a chance in the world.

Fernando.

See you Iater.

- Good morning, Don Fernando.
- Good morning.

We're getting a Iate start.

- You hit me!
- I did not!

That's enough!
Stop being so boisterous.

- Dummy!
- Pig!

Good Lord!

What's all this ruckus?

- She started it.
- That's enough!

She's Iying.

Come on.
It's time to wash up for school.

First you get the brush wet.

Okay.

Then you rub it
all over your face.

Then you get it soapy.

Now you rub it on your face.

Okay.

Now I shave off the Iittle hairs?

Yes, and then you put on
some cologne.

Mama, do you know
what a spirit is?

You don't know and I do.

A spirit is a spirit.

Are they good or bad?

With good Iittle girls,
they're very good,

but with bad girls,
they're very bad.

But you're always a good girl,
aren't you?

Give me a kiss.

It's coming!

"Now neither malice nor hatred,

nor even the fear of change.

I only feel thirst,

a thirst for I know not what.

Rivers of Iife,
where have you gone?

Air, I need air.

What do you see in the darkness
that makes you silently tremble?

I see not
but only stare Iike a blind man

facing straight into the sun.

I shall fall
where the fallen never rise."

"To... my...

dear...

misanthrope."

Come here.

What's wrong with you?

Come on, get up.
Stop playing around.

He's not here anymore.
He's gone.

Isabel, tell me what happened.

Milagros!

- Careful, you'll get burnt.
- Isabel!

Careful, Raquel.

What are you doing here, child?

Come on, Iet's go.

Let's go home.
Your father's back.

Let's go.

Come on, Iet's go.

Where were you?

Where were you?

Here.

Hello.

Come in.

- May I, sir?
- Come in.

- He's here.
- I'll be right there.

Ana, come here!

Get back!

Ana, what happened to you?

- Miguel, how is she?
- Fine. Still a Iittle weak.

She hardly sleeps.
She won't eat or speak.

Light bothers her.

She Iooks our way
but doesn't recognize us.

It's as if we didn't exist.

Ana is still a very small child.

She's under the effect
of a powerful experience.

But she'll get over it.

Really, Miguel?

Bit by bit
she'll begin to forget.

The important thing is
that your daughter's alive.

She's alive.

She's gone to sleep.

Don Miguel, she's asleep.

Give her this medicine.
The dose is right here.

Yes, sir.
I'll go right to the pharmacy.

She should eat.
Something easy to digest.

Soup without too much fat,

a boiled egg.

And you need rest too, Teresa,

as much as she does.

If anything happens, send Milagros
for me. I'll come right away.

Yes, Miguel.

Someone to whom I recently
showed my glass beehive,

with its movement like
the main gear wheel of a clock-

Someone who saw the constant
agitation of the honeycomb,

the mysterious,
maddened commotion

of the nurse bees
over the nests,

the teeming bridges
and stairways of wax,

the invading spirals...

If you're his friend,

you can talk to him
whenever you want.

Just close your eyes

and call him.

"It's me, Ana."

"It's me, Ana."