Mom, are you all right?
No, but the cure will be here soon.
Yes, birds.
That's it. I'm going to get a lot of birds.
How can you think about birds when you don't even have your teeth?
Enough with the moaning. We've been locked in here for an eternity.
-Can you smell that? -Flowers.
Violets.
Fucking old man.
No one in the house ever mentioned again what my grandfather had done.
And that secret was kept, like many others, in the life diaries.
Mom, are you feeling better?
Better. Yes, better.
After those first few weeks,
my grandmother decided that she no longer had patience for misfortune.
After you, Martita.
We're here, dear sister.
-Finally. -Yes.
Children, come.
Let me introduce you to the Mora sisters. This is Luisa, Nora, and Marta.
-Your astral sisters? -Yes, in the flesh.
And you…
precious little girl, you'll stop thinking that you deserve what happened to you.
Okay?
Yes?
Come in, I'll show you around.
-Your children are lovely. -Yes.
This is the place.
This was… and will be the place.
-This place has been waiting for us. -Yes.
Thank you for coming.
It's okay.
Can you feel the energy in this place?
No.
Soon, you will.
Excuse me. I have to go study.
You will get into med school like you want, don't worry.
Thank you for saying that, but I'd rather not get overconfident.
There's…
There's an overflowing love.
A turbulent river.
Don't worry.
This cycle will come to an end, so that a new one may begin.
It's going to be a girl.
But only if you choose to have her.
Mom.
You're pregnant, honey.
No.
Don't worry, we're here to support you.
-This can't be true. -Yes.
No.
Yes.
Excuse me.
Blanca.
No. Let her be.
You can't help her, not like this.
You have to heal first. Okay?
From here, from deep inside, like being reborn.
THE HOUSE OF THE SPIRITS
Sorry, I've tried to connect you many times, but no one's picking up.
Try again.
I'm sorry, sir, but we are not allowed to use the line for that long.
Try again later.
Mr. Esteban, the people you sent for--
I'm coming.
Pedro Tercero García stole a significant sum of money from me.
Out of respect for his father and grandfather,
I haven't filed a complaint.
But if he doesn't show up, he'll become a fugitive from justice,
and no one wants him to go to jail, right?
So I'm offering a handsome reward to anyone who gives me information,
or brings him to me.
-Spread the word. -Yes, boss.
I know where Pedro Tercero is.
I mean it, boss.
Everyone knows where he's hiding, except you.
You'll take me there.
And if what you're telling me is a lie, I'll beat you up.
If it's true, you'll give me the reward.
Pedro needs to know.
-He's in there? -Yes.
Where's my reward, boss?
There is no reward for snitches.
-Ma'am. -Coming.
-What do you see there? -A protuberance on the roof.
Exactly. A transparent dome to let a lot of sunlight in.
Do you have any blueprints, ma'am?
That's not necessary. I'll tell you how.
We'll make a hole here.
And if it ends up being bigger, that's how it was meant to be.
Okay, whatever you say.
-Help me. -Sure.
Thanks.
I don't know how many new rooms we'll build, but the more, the better.
The stairs should go over here.
I'm afraid I don't understand.
It's not that complicated. Excuse me.
Don't worry, it's going to work out. Make yourselves at home.
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 her to help.
-I brought you more fabric. -Great. Thank you.
-Excuse me. Are you all right? -Yes.
She had decided that her home would be the meeting point and abode
for all those willing to join her in the exploration of the afterlife
and in helping the souls in need in the world of the living.
Sorry for the mess,
but we'll have to manage until the renovations upstairs are finished.
Hello.
-Is everything okay? -Yes. Thank you.
-Ceci. -Yes?
-Has anything arrived for me? -No, nothing, Blanquita.
Mr. Esteban.
The mailman is here.
This is the last mail we received addressed to Pedro Tercero.
Thanks.
-Pay him and give him a good meal. -Yes, sir.
Come with me.
Esteban Trueba had never felt so alone in his life,
not even during his years in the desert mines.
But he had found a way to know about his family's affairs,
and that's how he found out he'd soon be a grandfather.
Is Marga among us?
I repeat. Is Marga among us?
Why don't you answer?
I see a sunflower.
Could it be that your daughter is holding a sunflower?
In my parents' house, where she was born,
there were sunflowers.
You don't have to worry.
Your daughter is okay.
She no longer feels pain where she is.
She wants you to be free. She wants you to live your life.
She says that you should talk to the hummingbird.
Then it really is her.
She's the hummingbird that comes to my window.
It's her way of showing you that she's always with you.
-Are you here to see the lady? -What are you talking about?
-I'm her husband. This is my house. -Mr. Esteban.
My apologies. I'm new here.
The lady is renovating.
Just as I had imagined him.
-I thought he'd be taller. -And younger.
Good morning.
Clara, I need to talk to you.
Clara…
Answer me.
Clara will never talk to you again.
-Can you give us a moment? -No, that's not possible.
Who are you? I don't know you.
Nora, Marta, and Luisa Mora. We're the Mora sisters.
Clara, let's do the following.
I won't meddle in your things, but we need to talk about Blanca.
Clara says she knows all about Blanca,
and that the best thing you can do is go back to Las Tres Marías.
You already knew?
Am I the last idiot to find out?
Luisa, please tell this gentleman
that the only decision I will respect is Blanca's.
-Clara says-- -I'm not deaf!
You don't care about her future,
or what people will say.
Calm down.
Blanca.
-Have you had any cravings? -I just don't--
Blanca.
Come with me.
Blanca!
I won't let you touch Blanca ever again.
I like that.
I like how you defend your sister.
Well done.
I want what's best for you.
And what's best for that child you're carrying.
Jean de Satigny will give him his last name.
My child already has a last name.
I'm not asking.
You'll marry the count and move up north, so no one has anything to talk about.
You don't have to do anything you don't want to.
We don't want bastards in this family, damn it!
I thought we already had several.
Let's go, please.
Please.
I suggest you forget about that peasant.
I killed him.
The way you kill a communist dog.
Come, let's go.
Don't touch me.
Leave me alone.
Blanca. Blanquita, open up.
I want to be alone.
I understand the pain you're feeling,
but you don't have to get married.
Oh, honey, come here.
It has already been decided. I'll marry the count.
I don't ever want to see my dad again.
Don't do something you might regret later, please.
I just want you to know one thing.
I'm going to be here for you, for whatever you need, always.
My grandmother had no other choice but to accept her daughter's decision,
because she knew her very well, and wouldn't be able to change her mind.
Blanca?
That's right.
Come on, it's for the picture. Come here.
-Yes, shall we take a picture? -Of course.
It would be better if the bride smiled, right?
Yes, yes, yes. She's a little moved.
Come on, cheer up.
Okay. Look over here. Smile. Yes. Well done.
Esteban.
Shall we take a picture?
No, Blanca…
Let her be. She'll get over it.
The wedding that Blanca didn't want to happen was quite the event.
Many people noticed that the bride didn't stop crying,
and they assumed it was the emotion of the moment.
But they didn't know she hadn't stopped crying
since her father confessed that he had killed the love of her life.
Still, the party managed to avoid scandal, just as my grandfather had planned it.
Beautiful, isn't it?
Only the dryness and heat of the desert managed to dry my mother's tears.
Hello, everyone!
Everything in order over here?
Everything is in perfect condition, sir. Everything is ready.
Please, meet my wife, Blanca de Satigny.
Voici Gaspar, Baltazar and Leonor.
Go fetch the suitcases from the car
and make us a welcome cocktail to tame this heat.
-Yes, sir. -Come on, quickly.
Do you like the house? I decorated it myself.
A sensitive artist can't help but be moved by pre-Columbian culture.
No, no, no.
Don't touch.
Watch out for the sword on this sculpture. People tend to hit it.
So, what do you think?
Can you please show me my room?
Yes, of course. Just one thing.
Wait, please.
What color is the door?
Red.
Good.
What do you associate with the color red?
Blood.
You're always so dramatic, woman.
Red means "stop."
I set up my studio in that room.
Please, don't go in there.
The light could fog the photos and ruin them.
All right.
Outside of this house, we are husband and wife.
Behind closed doors, don't try to touch me or enter my room.
Wow…
All right.
Excuse me.
I brought you everything you like.
That's the good thing about knowing each other after many years of marriage.
Although,
despite some differences, we've had a good marriage.
No one can deny that.
Here.
I'm not needed in Las Tres Marías as much as I'm needed here.
That's why I'll hire a foreman to be in charge of my farm.
I'd like to use my abilities for a greater purpose.
I know I can be useful to my country.
I will run as a candidate for Senator of the Republic.
And I would like you to be proud of me.
My grandmother couldn't help but think about Rosa's murder,
and about her father's rule of keeping the family away from politics.
Like this? Is this okay?
What are you doing awake at this hour?
-I heard noises. -It's an old house and there are mice.
Go back to your room, please.
What are you doing here?
Anything I can do for you?
Wait.
It's for my mother. Could you take it to the post office?
Certainly.
Dear Mom.
Why haven't I received any letters from you?
I wrote you four letters and you haven't replied.
Are you mad at me?
"The desert can be very beautiful and very cruel at the same time.
Sometimes, I think I'm going crazy.
Everything is weird in this house because I can't… "
I feel so lonely. As days go by, I become more fearful.
I don't think I can 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, honey.
Why aren't you writing to me?
The house renovations are going well, but I miss you so much.
Together with the Mora sisters, we've searched for Pedro among the dead,
but we failed to find him.
Trust yourself, my love.
I know that you can give your daughter everything she needs.
I love you. Write back.
After months without receiving any letters 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 stop that marriage that kept her away from her daughter.
It's okay.
Don't worry.
Your daughter is strong.
Much stronger than she thinks.
One more time, Blanca.
-Fantastic. -Stop.
Stop, please.
As time went by,
Blanca felt that the loneliness of the desert was driving her crazy,
so she found a way to keep herself busy.
Lost in thought and isolated from the news of the world and her family,
Blanca was completely oblivious to the changes that were taking place.
Like my grandmother's joy at the success of the women's suffrage…
or my grandfather's pride in having been elected Senator of the Republic.
Thank you.
My mother didn't hear about this news, as she was living in her inner exile.
-It's full-bodied. -Right?
Can I get some?
-Yes, let's serve everyone. -Can I get a light?
Put it on.
-No. -Put it on.
-No! -But…
Forget it, she's a woman.
How wonderful, Blanca.
How wonderful it must be to be married to a count and have a senator as a father.
I envy you.
My dad is a senator?
He's a murderer.
I'm sorry.
Aren't you the daughter of the newly elected senator Esteban Trueba?
He probably bought the position.
Don't be vulgar, woman.
Now that Trueba is a senator, he'll send us better champagne.
A toast to Senator Trueba, then.
Cheers!
We're here thanks to the Senator.
What are you doing? Blanca!
This fucking dress.
What are you doing, Blanca?
It's authentic silk!
Don't be a killjoy, Jean! She's rich, she does whatever she wants!
Calm down, my love.
Blanca.
Blanca. Blanca!
Okay, Blanca.
I give up.
Come on!
I'm here!
Mom…
Mom.
Where have you been?
I came to say goodbye.
I told you not to come in here, Blanca.
This is not what it looks like. This is… This is art!
No, no, no. What are you doing?
This is privé.
No one can see this.
Blanca, no. I told you this is my stuff.
I'm taking these, so that I won't forget.
No, no, no.
Don't you dare come looking for me.
I was almost born on a narrow-gauge train at 3:00 p.m. in the middle of the desert.
But, according to my grandma,
that would have been terrible for my astrological chart.
Senator of the Republic, but I still have to open the door like a damned servant.
Ma!
It was as if all the tears that my mother had held back
were now leaving her body to help me be born.
Mom!