The House of the Spirits

THE HOUSE OF THE SPIRITS.

It’s 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 fiancé 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 fiancé 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?

You've got a nerve.

50 pesos, Patron.

You're the mightiest and richest man in town.

I wouldn't ask anybody else.

Why so much?

A train ticket to town,

a red dress,

a pair of high-heeled shoes, a bottle of perfume,

and a permanent.

I want to be rich and famous.

What if I never see you again?

We'll see each other again.

I know.

Trust me.

What's your name?

Transito.

You've got a deal!

I like ambitious people.

- Will that be all? - That will do.

Telegram for you, Patron.

Remember when we were children?

I used to cook for you,

get you off to school.

I could take care of you again.

I'll do what Mother asked me to do.

The could accept me as a son-in-law once.

They can do it again.

She's not well.

Her sister Rosa was special.

At least she was healthy and normal.

But Clara is strange. You'll never be happy with her.

You're jealous.

You've never been in love.

Nothing left for you but a home for old spinsters.

She'll never be able to love you the way you should be.

Clara is too strange.

You need a woman to take care of you.

Somebody to worship and obey you.

That's enough, Ferula!

She spends her time in another world since Rosa's death.

I know.

Not because she can't speak.

She just never wanted to.

I know.

As long as she can bear healthy children.

Maybe we protected her too much.

It's not possible to give someone too much affection.