THIS PROGRAM CONTAINS SCENES OF ANIMAL ABUSE.
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Before learning about the tragedy,
Esteban Trueba daydreamed about his marriage,
because he would soon be rich.
However, it had never occurred to him
that Rosa was mortal.
Love is a dangerous thing.
Learn from me.
I fell in love with your father, a drunken fool.
See how that turned out.
You've always been a crybaby.
What's the use of tears?
Will they somehow give me back my honor and lost wealth?
And you?
Will they bring that girl back to life?
- Stay out of it! - I won't!
I want you to find a decent woman and settle down!
I don't care whether you love her or not, that's irrelevant.
Let him be, Mother.
Esteban is heartbroken.
What do you know about love?
Are you hiding something from me, Férula?
Careful.
I'm not going back to the mine.
But you'll need to find some kind of work, Esteban.
We spend very little, but Mother's medicine is expensive.
I've supported you both since I was 15.
As long as I live, you will want for nothing.
Of course, it's easy for you to say that.
We are the ones who live in uncertainty.
I'll go to Las Tres Marías.
That's all in ruins, Esteban.
- It's the only place where I was happy. - Happy?
Our life has always been harsh.
And it'll continue to be so if you squander the money from the mine.
Just like Father did with Mother's inheritance.
Father was a failure. I don't intend to go back to being poor.
Careful, that's hereditary.
If you have a keen eye for business,
it's easier to get rich in the city than in the fields.
I hate this city.
You hate this house, rather.
That, too.
I wish I had been born a man.
So that I could leave.
I would not have liked to be born a woman.
The House of the Spirits
Mom!
He'll come back.
The butcher's wagon arrives around this time.
He will steal something and come right back.
You're looking in the wrong direction.
Clara,
stop worrying.
You had no way of knowing who was going to die.
We can't always be right.
The only thing we can do is to trust our hearts.
And face the unknown with an open mind.
These are for later.
For now,
we all have a unique gift.
And when we share it with others, we not only light up their lives,
but also our own.
Trust yourself, Clara.
You're much more powerful than you realize.
Use your gift, Clara the Clairvoyant.
Don't stare at it, Miss Clara. It can give you nightmares.
It happened to me last night. It was like Satan's work.
I dreamed that serpents were climbing up my legs.
I shook them off, but they kept on climbing back up.
Devilish creatures.
You will have a lot of money. It will not last long. Play 19.
Really?
Here.
Put them in water to keep them fresh.
As predicted by my grandmother,
the gardener won 80 pesos in a gambling den,
which he spent on a two-day drinking binge,
and on a china doll for the clairvoyant girl.
Do not bet
Her fame as a fortune teller spread among the staff.
And little by little, this hobby and her mother's love...
You will have fiancé soon
...started to ease her pain.
What tormented Esteban Trueba the most
was knowing he'd never be able to run his hands over Rosa's body,
or let her beautiful greenish hair down,
or plunge into her deepest waters.
But he knew that he had to keep moving,
because standing still meant experiencing a sorrow
he was not ready to endure.
The workers at Las Tres Marías had spent over 20 years
without ever seeing a boss.
And they had assumed there simply wasn't one.
LAS TRES MARÍAS
Nobody would see in that man
the golden-haired boy who many years before
used to play cheerfully in that same yard.
Where are the rest of the people?
They are gone.
Where to?
To earn their living.
Pedro Segundo García, sir.
My name is Esteban Trueba.
I'm your boss now.
Those who work hard, will want for nothing.
Those who don't should leave. I don't want lazy people here. Understood?
We've lived here our whole lives.
We're not leaving.
Very well.
Share the good news with any hardworking folk.
Who is that?
Emilio. He's a boy from another farm.
Clean the yard and burn the dog.
And you, bring the luggage inside.
Shut that boy up.
A fever of activity began that shook Las Tres Marías from its stupor.
Come on, run!
Come on!
Trueba hired any man, woman, old person or child
who could stand on their own two feet,
eager to rescue in a few months what had lain in ruins for years.
They're heavy.
Thank you, boss.
However,
the toil of labor was not enough to stifle his virile energy,
and his carnal nature.
Excuse me, Mr. Esteban.
Tell me.
I just wanted to let you know that the sewing workshop is finished.
Good.
And who are we going to put in charge?
It has to be a hardworking woman, capable of maintaining order, boss.
Pancha.
She may be a good candidate.
With all due respect, boss,
my sister is too young for such a responsibility.
She's a quick learner and has character.
Don't you agree?
I'd do a good job, boss.
That's settled, then.
Pancha will run the workshop.
Excuse me.
Let's go home.
Father is calling you. He wants us all together at the table.
I can't. I need to learn how to use this thing.
Don't be stubborn.
Those are Mr. Esteban's orders, Pedro.
Be careful, little sister.
Don't go imagining things.
You'll always be a García, and nothing else.
Don't you forget that.
I'm a grown woman.
I know what I'm doing.
Don't you have work to do?
- I do. - What are you waiting for, then?
Go.
Boss,
I wanted to tell you that I'm pregnant.
So?
I'm with child.
Your child, boss.
Do you think I'm stupid?
I don't, boss.
You open your legs to all the men on the farm
and expect me to raise that child?
I swear this child is yours.
Did I tell you to speak?
I don't want to see you in this house ever again.
Sisters,
we can no longer live at the mercy of what men impose on us.
We were all born equal, but we have been told we are inferior,
that we don't deserve the same rights that men have.
Our voice is our strength.
Women's suffrage is much more than our right.
It's the recognition of our dignity,
our right to equality,
and our emancipation.
And if we stand all together, join forces and raise our voices as one,
trust me, there will be no power that can stop us.
We must convince ourselves...
WOMEN DEMAND TO VOTE
...that we are not asking for favors. We are demanding what is our lawful right.
We can't wait any longer.
Help me, Clarita.
In other countries, women have gained the right to vote.
They have even started to change the course of their own nations.
This country needs the voice and wisdom of all its daughters.
They want us to work like men, but not to vote like them.
Clara became a young woman within the walls of her home,
shielded from the harsh realities of life,
where reality and dreams were easily confused,
and where the laws of physics or logic did not always apply.
Now we are almost the same age.
Come, Clara.
Help me finish it.
Each one of us has their place on this large cloth.
It couldn't have been any other way, Clarita.
I had to leave because it was my turn.
It's now your turn to take your place.
What happened?
Are you all right?
Mom.
Dad.
I'll be married soon.
What?
You spoke!
Clarita.
It was such a shock to hear her voice after such a long time,
that everyone forgot what she said.
And they would only remember her words weeks later,
when they received an unexpected guest.
They say I'm an autumn flower Autumn
My life is a landscape of fallen leaves
In those years, Las Tres Marías came to be a very profitable business.
A model farm in the south of the country.
And Esteban Trueba became the most respected boss in the region.
Not only did his wealth grow, but so too did the number of his offsprings.
My life yellow and orange Orange
My life they say I'm an autumn flower Autumn
They say I'm a companion of a cloud Companion
What are you looking at?
What's your name?
Esteban.
Want some, my namesake?
Excuse me, Mr. Esteban.
Bravo!
Neighbors of Las Tres Marías,
we are gathered here because we have a very important decision to make.
We are defining the future of our nation.
Everything you have achieved has been thanks to your hard work.
But the Left wants us to believe something completely different.
They promise us paradise, but I can assure you
that if they win, they will destroy everything.
That's why I invite you to vote for progress,
to vote for moral values, to vote for the Conservative Party.
Your vote is wrong. Do it again.
Give him another one.
HISTORIC VOTE - CONSERVATIVE TRIUMPH IN PARLIAMENTARY ELECTIONS
Today, this country set an example for this continent of Indians and Blacks.
Let's toast. May it remain like this for centuries to come.
- Cheers! - Cheers!
Keep on dancing!
Did you like that, boss?
Hey, boss.
Let me borrow 50 pesos.
I'll pay you back, boss. With interest.
I'll pay you back when I'm rich.
What's your name?
Tránsito Soto.
That's a lot of money. What do you want it for?
A train ticket.
And a pair of shoes.
And a perm.
Esteban was surprised by that girl's ambition.
What he didn't know at the time
was that Tránsito Soto would play a key role in his life.
Your mail, boss.
FOR ESTEBAN TRUEBA
- Do you need anything else? - No.
NATIONAL TELEGRAPH
TO: ESTEBAN TRUEBA
MOTHER IN AGONY. ASKS TO SEE YOU. FÉRULA.
Son, don't come any closer.
The smell.
It's contagious.
Lose that beard.
You look like a savage.
Find yourself a decent, catholic woman...
who can give you healthy children.
Don't be a nuisance.
Rest. All right.
Rest.
Make arrangements for a dignified funeral.
What will happen to me?
I spent my life taking care of her.
Live.
Travel.
Buy yourself a dress.
Use the money from Mother's medicines.
Esteban.
ROSA DEL VALLE CORTÉS SEPTEMBER 24, 1924
Our only daughter who hasn't married yet is Clarita.
Clara.
- Your youngest, right? - Yes. And the most special, too.
Special?
In what sense?
She's a bit peculiar, frankly speaking.
She did not speak for nine years.
Because she chose not to.
Silence is a virtue, not a flaw.
Yes, but there are other things, too.
Like speaking with the dead.
Or moving things with her mind.
Foretelling tragedies.
I'm not concerned about those oddities, as long as she can bear healthy children.
Slow down, Esteban.
First, you need to meet our girl, get to know her better.
Given she's your daughter and Rosa's sister, I don't see a problem.
But we'll have to ask Clara's opinion too. Don't you think?
There she is.
I've been waiting for you.
Come.
Excuse me.
Your parents have spoken wonders about you.
I'm an orphaned, older man,
so I'll have to speak wonders about myself.
Nobody has ever given me anything.
My wealth is significant, and I hope it'll continue to grow.
I believe in hard work, discipline...
Do you wish to marry me?
So we don't waste any time, I mean.
I like straightforwardness.
Do you wish to marry me?
I do.
Why?
Because it's my destiny.
Barrabás. Here.
It's okay.
What is it, Barrabás?
All right. It's okay.
Go steal something from the butcher.
But don't be late for the party, okay?
Excuse me.
- My brother wanted to know... - Come in.
I'm happy about the union of our families.
Me, too.
They told me you're not interested in housework.
But I am.
You don't have to worry anymore.
You won't be alone.
You'll live with us. We'll be like sisters.
Thank you.
- So beautiful. - Darling.
I wish you happiness.
Thank you very much.
Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
Bravo!
Excuse me, please.
Yes.
Excuse me.
Bravo!
Our home won't be the same without you.
I'll miss you too, Dad.
Nana!
I'll dance with you, my little girl!
Don't cry.
No. No, no.
Come on.
- Excuse me. - Of course.
Will you give me my wife back?
Of course.
Are you all right?
Barrabás died unhurriedly, with his eyes fixed on Clara,
who completely forgot about the party to be by his side until his last breath.
Esteban was the only person oblivious to the bad omen,
which hovered in the air, and nobody dared to speak of it.