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Crispín.

Excuse me, Boss.

Could you give me a loan?

My child has pneumonia.

She has to take her medicines and see a doctor.

Sign this receipt for me.

I hope she gets better.

God bless you, boss.

Allow me, please, Miss Rosaura.

Thank you.

How are you?

TWO YEARS BEFORE THE WEDDING

Why did you take so long?

I was picking up the correspondence, Mom.

Any letters for me?

No.

Dear Tita, this morning I woke up remembering the day we parted.

You let me take the ribbon from your braid,

and your hair fell freely on your back.

I still feel the perfume of your hair and the moisture of your lips.

I remember how my eyes got lost in yours

while our mouths merged in a kiss.

In that moment, I swear I felt we stopped being two separate persons

and became one.

Did you feel that too?

I need to feel your body in my arms,

your lips on mine.

I'm still counting the days to my return to Piedras Negras,

so we can meet again.

Yours forever, Pedro Múzquiz.

LIKE WATER FOR CHOCOLATE

After Nacha's death,

Tita became the ranch's self-proclaimed cook.

And, with passion and devotion, she started to create the flavors,

the smells

and the textures that brought so many different emotions

to those who tasted her food.

Good morning.

What are you doing here?

You look beautiful at this time of day.

I'd love to say the same.

We have been receiving the newspaper ever since I was a child.

Coffee, Madame?

And we still receive it.

Well, my dad reads newspapers I don't care about.

We cannot reconcile in that matter.

We used to receive them, too.

Tita, do you remember we loved reading travel stories?

Yes.

Now, I like reading cartoons, because they make fun of everything.

They're funny.

Which cartoons?

The ones that make fun of the government.

I was surprised to read that Don Porfirio already ran away.

Since when do you care about cartoons that make fun of the government, Tita?

I think that newspapers are full of lies

and bad news.

I've never had the need to read one.

Newspapers only encourage the servants to take from decent people

what they earned with sacrifice and hard work for generations.

We have to offer flowers to Saint Antonio later,

to ask him for the miracle of love.

I'll go with you, but I don't care for any miracle.

What?

Show me that one over there, please.

It's a nice one.

-Hand me the basket. -No.

You say you didn't want a miracle. How about now, Gertrudis?

-Cristina! Give it to me. -Gertrudis!

No, ma'am, it is too expensive.

I'm sorry!

Hi.

Never mind.

What, don't you recognize me?

Jesus!

Well, actually...

No. Have we met before?

You were such a handsome boy, and look at you now.

Okay.

Listen, I always look better

when my eyes are brightened.

Ugly and forgetful, then.

Do you still live at the Múzquiz' ranch?

No.

I'm no longer a servant.

We shouldn't work for the enemy.

Good afternoon.

Boy, what an idiot! Now I realize!

-Is that you? -I don't think so.

I think you are.

Who am I?

Man, well...

How could I forget that little girl in the field?

It's just that, to be honest,

you look very different, Gertrudis.

Well, you look the same. You're still the same moron.

Boy...

Ugly, forgetful and a moron.

I have no future, then.

Well...

Those bastards...

Come.

-Out! -Get out!

Yes, get in there.

Go away!

Out! Go away!

-Out! -Get out of here!

Get out of here!

-Go away! -Go away!

Mom, how are we supposed to feed them?

We don't have enough for our servants and their families.

They'll bring beans and chickpeas.

We've been waiting for a week.

Every ranch in the area is going through this,

because of those agitators.

What if we killed some cows?

Don't be stupid, Tita.

That's not the way to get earnings.

-I don't know what to do, then. -Stop worrying!

That's none of your business.

-That's it. -Good.

We'll make a canal to bring water to the animals at the stable.

There'll be a lot of innovations at this ranch.

Would anyone like a cake?

Miss...

-You're such a good person. -Thank you, Crispín.

I'll have one.

How about you, Pedro?

Delicious.

Thanks.

-Amancio. Come, have one. -Yes, Miss.

Excuse me.

Can I have a cake?

-Of course. -Tita!

Didn't you leave something on the stove?

No.

It smelled like something was burning.

-Do you want one? -No.

Thank you very much, Miss.

Yes.

The cakes are delicious.

Thank you.

Thank you, Tita.

Get back to work!

Ready!

Aim!

Stop!

Kill him!

-Leave that one to me! -No!

No! Don't kill me, please!

Don't kill me.

Go tell your general what has happened here.

And then tell him that no one gives up on our side!

And tell him to be very careful,

or his time might come soon.

Let's go!

You always forget the coriander.

And you always remind me that.

And those flowers?

I'll throw them away. If Mom finds them...

Those flowers are yours.

They were a gift from someone who really loves you.

They're already married, Nacha.

That's not a marriage.

He doesn't love her.

You get to see everything from where I am.

The bond between Pedro and you

will never be broken.

It's too complicated.

Life is a really difficult thing.

It was never easy.

I really don't know what to do.

Things might seem messy.

But it may not be that difficult.

Why don't you cook something for him with those flowers?

That way, no one can take them away from you.

And you won't have to throw them away.

The recipe book says that to prepare quail in rose petal sauce,

you have to remove the petals very carefully.

That way, they preserve their flavor and their perfume.

After the petals are removed from the roses,

they are ground with the anise in a mortar.

Separately, brown the chestnuts in a pan,

remove the peels, and cook them in water.

After the quail are plucked and dressed,

their feet are tied together to get a refined look.

Once the sauce is ready,

add four drops of attar of roses.

No more than four,

since otherwise it might have too strong a flavor and smell.

QUAIL WITH ROSE PETALS

It smells great, Tita.

Thank you.

Have a nice meal.

Tita, this is a delicacy.

It has too much salt.

It is too salty, yes.

-Why are you eating it, then? -I'm hungry.

It was as if a strange alchemical process

had dissolved Tita herself in the rose petal sauce,

and the tender flesh of the quails.

Pedro didn't offer any resistance.

It was as if Tita herself were penetrating his body

with each bite.

I'm not feeling well.

The drops of sweat that Gertrudis started pouring,

had an intense and intoxicating scent of roses.

I need to get some air.

The scent of roses given off by Gertrudis traveled with the wind,

awakening an unexpected passion among those who smelled it.

The desire was so intense,

that it transcended faith or social class.

It was impossible to resist the carnal desire.

They say that not even Mama Elena

was able to escape the passion contained in Tita's dish.

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire! It's on fire! Fire!

Fire! It's on fire!

Take me along.

Ingrate.

That was all.

There's nothing left.

Come here.

Did you consummate the marriage?

No.

I think I was wrong about you, Rosaura.

I don't think you're capable of giving me grandchildren.

Your sister doesn't have anything that you don't have.

Yes, Mom.

Pedro.

Tita wasn't surprised.

For some weird reason, she wasn't jealous, either.

Maybe because she knew from the beginning

that her sister would possess Pedro's body.

But she would own his heart.

The months after Gertrudis ran away

were difficult.

Without her sister's complicity,

and without the laughter that relieved her sorrow,

Tita felt lost.

FOUR MONTHS LATER

Miss Tita.

This is for you.

Me?

From your sister Gertrudis.

We've been waiting for an hour to see the boss.

We're still waiting.

My mother didn't tell me anything.

Did she ask you to deal with us?

Tell me what you need.

The beans that she promised.

It's not here yet. Look.

The warehouse is empty.

Then get corn and some chickpeas.

We used to eat tortillas with beans, and now we don't even have beans.

These are hard days for the ranch.

But I ask you to trust me.

Things will get better, I promise.

But things are changing.

Why are the other ranches uprising?

What's happening in other ranches

doesn't need to happen here.

Mister Pedro works right by your side.

I beg you to believe in me.

Pantheons are full of gullible people.

-Let's go. -Nicolás.

-Let's go. -Let's go.

-Move. -Come on.

I'll go where they give me real money.

We have to leave.

Eduardo. Crispín.

Don't leave! This is your home!

What's going on in here?

The servants are leaving.

It will be much worse out there!

You'll only find death, ungrateful!

-Don't you see they're hungry, Mom? -Shut up, Tita!

-What do you know about that? -Miss Elena...

Tita's right.

Arguing with you two is worthless.

It's been a long time, my friend.

-How are you, Santiago? -Good.

I'm confident of our plan.

Good.

What do you need?

I'll cross the border tomorrow with the payment's money.

Then, we'll only have to distribute the weapons.

I have been instructed to arm the groups in the south of the State.

Let's go south, then.

-I live at a strategic location. -Yes, Las Palomas is a strategic place.

-But it's dangerous for you, Pedro. -No one will suspect me.

Then I think we won't meet again for quite a while.

Okay.

What matters is I have a way to get those weapons,

and I know very well who to give them to.

See you later, Santiago.

See you later, Pedro. Let's go.

Hello.

What do you want?

I'm Tita De la Garza, Gertrudis' sister.

-Come in. -Can you watch her?

Tita?

I thought you wouldn't receive my letter! Hi!

Hi.

-You look beautiful! -Do you like it?

I love it.

Here.

This is what I managed to recover.

Mom burnt all your stuff.

But I brought you something that you'll love.

Cream torrejas!

And they're still warm!

Come with me.

It's like a party, even though they're wounded.

They get drunk to avoid feeling their wounds.

I can't believe you're so close to Las Palomas.

How have you been?

Tita, the armed struggle is my life.

And Juan...

We love each other, can you believe that?

I support your new life.

And the ideas of the revolution.

But I could never kill someone.

You don't have to kill to be a revolutionary.

If you want to change the world, you've got to start somewhere.

Change the world...

Well, yes...

Yeah, go ahead!

It feels so free in here!

Look.

I would love to be as shameless as they are.

And who's stopping you?

I have to go.

I have to go now.

I love you.

Filled with a feeling of rebelliousness,

Tita started to live her own revolution.

She knew that she could also change the world.

Her world.

-You wouldn't guess where I've been! -We need to talk.

Let me talk.

Pedro, let's leave this place together.

Tita, I can't go anywhere.

Did you already tell Tita the good news?

What is it?

Pedro and I are going to have a child.