The House of the Spirits

THE HOUSE OF THE SPIRITS.

Its good to be back.

Come. Papa.

It's good to be back.

Our memory is fragile.

A lifetime is very brief.

Things happens so fast we do not

have time to understand...

the relationship between events.

This is what my mother

wrote in her diaries...

in order to keep track of time.

What's wrong?

Do you want to lie down?

I miss Clara.

I think that Mama

is with us right now.

Come and lie down.

My mother always talked

about love as a miracle.

Since she was a child she wrote

everything in her diaries...

in order to see things in their

true dimension.

It's was the first time

she saw my father.

Even though my father

had come to propose...

to my mother's old sister, Rosa,

my mother knew she was

in love with him.

Dear, we can't hear

what we're saying.

So, Esteban as Rosa wants it too,

what's important to us,

is that Rosa should be happy.

I've decided that...

if I work hard every day.

I'm convinced that,

if I work hard every day,

then one day

I will be rich enough to.

Then one day,

I will be rich enough

to lead Rosa to the altar.

After 2 years, my father found

the gold to bring him back to Rosa.

Love had driven him deep into

the mine, but hard work...

and waiting only made

his longing greater.

Finally he succeeded...

and he would soon return

to lead Rosa to the altar.

People had come to celebrate

my grandfather's nomination...

as a candidate for the liberal party.

Although my grandparents tried...

to keep my mother's

supernatural power secret,

everyone knew about them.

People clandestinely came

to my mother for advice.

I just wanted to know if

Clara could tell me.

I've run up a great debt.

Being a politician,

It's a scandal.

I don't know what to do.

My family...

"Black Devil" will win on Sunday.

What?

In the third race.

Well, I really must thank you.

I promise never to ask

for your help again. Thank you.

It's my fianc and l.

I'm so unhappy.

So I thought maybe

Clara could help.

Maybe give me a hint of how

to make him love me again.

Your fianc can't stand

the smell of lavender.

So if you stop smearing

yourself with lavender oil,

he might start

wanting you again.

What is it?

You should be ashamed of yourselves,

upsetting Clara like this.

Rosa, what is she saying?

She says there will soon

be a death in our family.

But it will happen by accident.

The Conservative Party has been

in power as long as I can remember.

There are the party of greed,

corruption, intolerance and old ideas.

We, the Liberal Party,

have to fight them.

Thank you, dear friends,

for your support.

Thank you.

You drink the toast.

The one who carves the pig.

That's tradition.

Come on!

There is enough poison in

that brandy to kill an ox.

But,

just to be certain that's

what killed Rosa,

I'll have to do an autopsy.

I'll have to examine her.

Do you mean...

you must cut her up?

Clara, it's isn't your fault.

You can't provoke events...

darling.

You must sense them a little...

before they happen.

And Rosa had to die instead of me.

No, I don't need revenge.

Revenge doesn't do

anybody any good.

Revenge...

won't bring Rosa back.

Why did I get involved in politics

in this country?

It's nothing but murderers and bandits.

My mother was convinced that it

was her fault that Rosa has died.

She believe if she ever spoke again,

it could cause new accidents.

Tormented by grief and guilt,

she remained silent.

She decided not to utter

a word to anyone anymore.

Is it true, Clara?

Couldn't you have

waited for me, Rosa?

Why didn't you wait for me?

If I'd known you had

such a short time left,

I would have stolen the money

I needed to marry you.

I would've made you happy.

After my mother stopped speaking,

she lived in a world of her own,

wrapped in her fantasies.

A world where logic and physics

couldn't always...

be applied.

Surrounded by spirits of

the air and water and earth...

making it unnecessary for her

to utter a word for many years.

I'm not going back.

You have to work at something.

Her medicines are expensive.

I'm finished.

I'm finished.

You realize how many years I've been

taking care of my mother?

The path to Jesus is through

devotion and suffering.

That's what you taught me.

I'm leaving.

I hate this city.

Why don't you say

you hate this house?

It's that too.

I'd have liked to have been a man,

so I could leave too.

I'm glad I was never

born a woman.

I've bought an old farm with

the money from the mine.

We'll miss you.

Write if mother gets worse.

Hey there!

Would you carry me to

Tres Marias?

What's your name?

Segundo.

I'm the patron here now.

Anyone who doesn't like it

can leave.

Those who stay,

won't lack food, but will

have to work good and hard.

Understand?

We understand, Patron.

We have no place to go.

Push, push.

Push.

Look out! You'll break the wheel.

Come on. I'll count.

One, two, three!

Over the next 20 years,

my father built up Tres Marias

to be one of the most productive

haciendas in the country.

He worked hard from morning to night.

And was constantly in conflict with

his discontented workers.

They want me to pay them wages?

What is this?

I'm severe, but always fair.

In spite of the toil and conflict,

my father enjoyed the awareness that

everything he owned was the fruit

of his own hard work.

How much?

If you'd lend me some money instead?

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