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Enrique, my brother,

flesh of my flesh,

blood of my blood...

Papa! Papa! She's dead.

Grandma's dead.

May everlasting light shine on her.

May she rest in peace.

May everlasting light shine on her.

May she rest in peace.

FLESH OF YOUR FLESH

Presenting:

with:

Director of Photography:

Editing:

We came to string fence, not dig for treasure.

What have you found there?

Look boss.

It's good soil, isn't it?

Art Director:

Music:

Assistant Director:

Producers:

Screenplay:

Bring the barbed wire, let's string fence.

Director:

Listen men, let's get the wire up.

Midnight virgin,

a virgin for all to adore...

I never liked peacocks...

Now they're blue,

now they're red.

I've never trusted them.

Sons of bitches.

Cali, Colombia, August 6, 1956

Broken promises.

This won't get us anywhere, Dr. Meneses.

I want that will tonight.

You know how those things are solved.

Leave that alone.

Don't play with it.

Good morning, Dr. Meneses.

Look what I brought you. Pretty, isn't it.

They sent you some sweets.

Don't bring me these atrocities!

Tell Asunción to bring coffee.

- Andrés Alfonso. - Sir?

Let's go for mom and sis.

Tellez.

They'll have lots of things coming from the U.S. help them.

Margareth, precious Margareth!

You're so tall!

Margareth, how pretty you are!

Let's go straight home.

Yes, ma’am.

How's everything at home?

Same,

but they'll change María Josefa's death.

After all, she was the soul of that house.

Mama suffered so much.

She had a long and painful agony.

I asked God to take her.

She lost all her teeth and her veins were all dried up.

Please don't! How was the trip?

I wish I'd been with her at the end.

I bring smoke from the stick burned on the mountain.

This is a hit there.

"I, Maria Josefa Borrero de Velasco,

in the city of Cali,

on July 27, 1956,

being in full possession of all my faculties,

declare before witnesses, of my own free will

and in compliance with the law,

that I leave my daughter:

the widow, Julia Velasco,

the buildings at 5th and 15th Streets.

To my divorced daughter Ana, who, nevertheless,

gave me affection, and two dear grandchildren,

in spite of the distance between us in recent years,

and to her legitimate first husband, Luis A. García,

with the hope that property commonly owned

will help to happily reunite them,

I bequeath her the hacienda La Emma"

Asunción, turn on the light.

- Call the kids. - Sure.

Children, why are you fighting?

They need them now.

"To my equally beloved Andrés Alfonso and Margareth,

for whom my affection is the same

in spite of it all

and who have brightened the last years of my life,

I bequeath them equal shares of my sugarmill stock

as listed with my lawyer,

Dr. Jacinto Meneses,

who will be the executor of the profits for these minors.

As for Asunción, who is like part of the family,

I leave her an old age pension

of 600 pesos

from the charity fund.

To Enrique, my brother,

disowned by his parents long ago

for his reprehensible habits

that disgraced the family name

and ostracized by his relatives ever since

I will leave the house and land where he now lives

known as San Antonio to do with as he pleases."

Come here you two. That's fine.

Quiet, quiet, now comes the show.

Andrés, the projector.

What will we see?

The swing.

- No, first La Emma. - No, the Laurel and Hardy

No, let's see María Josefa.

Why? She's dead.

Turn off the light! Turn off the light!

Ah memories.

Well, there's Uncle Rafael Francisco Vallecilla.

A great doctor! An eminence!

He had a hand blessed for surgery and the other for charity.

He had 115 godchildren.

Ah mama you looked so good.

Who would have thought it?

Asunción, the light. It stopped.

What happened?

A bulb burned out. Don't worry, here's another.

Go help papa. Be careful there.

Go help him.

Ready! Lights out!

Hey, stop it!

- Who's that? - A writer.

- A relative? - First cousin.

- And where is he? - In Europe.

- No, he killed himself. - What, Andrés?

Look at them. With their kilts.

Asuncion's aunt made them.

Ah, look at the Lovebirds!

- Oh, who's that? - That's grandma.

- She's dead. - So what?

Dr. Vallecilla's eating cake.

My God, it's Emilia!

God bless her!

This is when we snapped the photo. I still have it.

Mama look great, doesn't she?

- That's La Emma? - Don't you remember?

That day Emilia fell and hurt her ankle.

She wouldn't let anybody even touch it.

The ugly boozer.

There's the black sheep of the family.

If it depended on him, we would've lost everything.

Just look at him.

Enrique's great but he's a communist.

A communist?

Oh, look at Andrés in skirts!

Imagine!

What a sissy!

Andrés with a skirt.

How I'll tease him!

Uncle, Andrés's bothering me.

Andrés Alfonso, stop making a fool of yourself

in front of your sister.

Andrés Alfonso.

My father's such a pain in the ass.

All fathers are like that, mine too. Want some gum?

Sure.

Remember? Remember?

How we used to fight!

What do you think of mama forgiving Enrique?

And how about you, his daughter, left with only two houses in ruins

And how about you, left with only floodlands.

- That's all. - What?

That's all. Bedtime!

Say, there.

What are you reading?

"In fact, what they did at daybreak was

return to the meadow and greet the nymphs and Pan.

Then, sitting down under the oak tree,

they played the flute, hugged each other and kissed..."

And how is James?

Working like a slave,

always traveling.

He'll be away 8 months building a sugar mill.

This is for Andrés.

Sometimes I worry about him...

That he will be a good for nothing.

I'd like to take him back to learn English in the U. S.

Smells the same.

I feel homesick up there.

We don't know what caused this great explosion.

It seems that the boilers exploded at the Lara gas station.

The city's on fire.

Panic reigns.

Last minute news! It seems that

some army trucks loaded with dynamite exploded.

but nobody has confirmed us anything about it.

Colombians, attention.

The following is a special news bulletin.

Breakfast is ready.

The coffee is cold.

Asunción, pack the waffle iron.

Why? There's no current there.

The shock wave burst open the graves of the cemetery.

It's a macabre spectacle of pain and horror.

Asunción,

bring me the covers for the bird cages.

Yes, ma’am.

This butter is rancid.

It is said that thousands have died

and that there's a shortage of ambulances.

- Andrés. Andrés Alfonso. - I'm coming.

- Does the car have gas? - Yes.

- And the van? - The van, too.

Go to La Emma and tell Floresmiro we're in Cañasgordas.

Bring the generator, the food, everything.

- I want to go too. - No, you may not.

But I haven't gone in ages.

Asunción, don't take orders from anybody but me.

You have to be on the ball. Careful!

- Let them go. - Okay, go on.

Don't let the sun go down on you.

- Are you losing control of the truck? - No, just wait and see.

- Good morning, Floresmiro. - Good morning, young man.

- Margareth, when did you arrive?? - Yesterday.

What happened last night?

Some trucks exploded, 20,000 people were killed.

Don't exaggerate.

Floresmiro, my dad wants you to send the generator

and then goods. They are in Cañasgordas.

Okay, Andrés.

Saddle the horses, we're going to see Enrique.

Of course.

What happened to those anthuriums?

They degenerate when they crossbreed.

- Let's go to the swing. - Fine.

Ma told me once they had to take down the swings.

- Why? - Because a kid got killed

when he crashed against the tree.

The beast of the jungle.

Be careful with the poison ivy! If you touch it itches.

Where?

Once I got a rash from it and my whole body got swollen.

When you see poison ivy,

you're supposed to say "I see you, poison ivy",

By saying that you are immune.

Help me! What have I got?

Turn around.

It's a bug, what is it? Help me!

- What happened? - Look.

Suck and it will stop bleeding.

Does it taste bad?

No, all bloods taste alike.

Let's tell the uncle about the will.

They say that here appears the beast of the jungle.

The legend says that she was a mother that killed her children

when she went berserk,

she took them to the jungle and ate them.

That's why she's the beast of the jungle..

Is that uncle Enrique?

Uncle Enrique!

Uncle Enrique!

- Hello uncle! - Hi, young man.

- It's been ages since I last saw you. - Must've been eleven.

You’re a big girl now. You look so much like your mom.

What's happening in Cali?

I got the news.

Some military trucks loaded with dynamite exploded.

It's the army's fault.

You're soaked. Come and change.

It was awful! The roof caved in, the lights went out.

The same day we arrived.

The city's full of dead people. I don't want to go back.

Look what happened to me.

That won't kill you.

How about a drink?

Good idea.

- And where's your father? - In Cañasgordas.

Was the house badly damaged.

Here's to both of you.

You know hat? Maria Josefa left you San Antonio.

Go change your clothes.

There's clothing in the closet.

Flesh of my flesh and blood of my blood.

María Josefa, my beloved sister.

- Where? - There.

I think our uncle and María Josefa were lovers.

So what.

Button me, please.

Let's show Enrique.

That's my sister's dress.

All this land belonged to her.

You didn't know her before they made her crazy.

She was the only one to hide me here

when they were trying to kill me.

Who?

At that time you couldn't say certain things.

Specially with what was going on in our own family.

Why?

Well, your father had bought some land in Caicedonia

down in the valley.

And one day when they were measuring them... Bang!

They took a shot at him from the mountain.

That's why they accused me

of conspiring against my beloved nephew

against my beloved nephew, the conservative.

But why you?

Because I was the black sheep of the family.

I was the free-thinker. I helped the peasants to take over

who came to Cali to make new settlements.

I'll tell you something: Your dad, Margareth,

was a very smart engineer.

When he was building the sugarmill

he represented...

a Swiss or Dutch dairy company

So it was good business because he had a lot of cattle.

He built all those sugarmills and factories.

Your dad was a philanderer.

And he was surrounded by "pájaros".

Who were they?

They were the hired henchmen who took over peasant's homes

and robbed them, aided by that shyster Meneses.

I don't exist for anyone.

But everybody was welcome here:

criminals, refugees, lovers.

I'm the black sheep of the family!

That's why I will die as I should:

alone.

Everybody is alone when they bury them.

Those yellow earrings were my sister's too.

I inherited them from her. What's in that chest?

There you will find the truth about our family.

That's all you will inherit from me.

Look, what I found.

"In spite of time,

it's been a memory embedded in my flesh

because you are not only my brother but my..."

- I'm worried about the kids. - I was never in favor of them going away.

Here they have always been in favor of electricity but

I prefer the house like in the old times, with candlelight.

What is the government going to do about the explosion? Ignore it?

Will they ignore as they do with everything else.?

- But it seems it was an accident. - No way.

Why did they leave those trucks loaded with dynamite in the city.

That can only happen here.

That's why I prefer the US.

Uggh! I don't like that.

Did they send for the bamboo? I hope they did.

I hope they let them go through.

We need the bamboo to fix the roof.

Take good care of that colt. Are the rest in the house?

Wait here.

Hi, folks!

Open these cans, Asunción.

What a shame this tragedy, the same day you arrived.

The whole city is in panic, they believe the plague has arrived.

It seems that a drunken soldier fired a few shots that hit the trucks.

That's pure conjecture.

Give me a glass of water, please.

Of course.

It's great to have a general in the family.

Yes, but not in power.

Ever, open this can for me.

On the 13th of June, the Virgin Mary

overthrew Laureanito and replaced him with a policeman.

Cheese!

But of course, they throw the stone and hide the hand.

This is only for the victims.

Delicious!

- Let me taste it. - It's like the one we have in the US.

It's not bad.

I wonder what "Mr. Storm" in Spain thinks of this?

Who?

Ex-president Laureano Gómez.

Remember the last time we were in Benidorm,

when we had a meeting with Laureano Gómez?

Oh, the motherland!

What good cheeses it has!

A Manchego cheese with good cider

is better than the best Roquefort or Camembert or this.

Why can't we live here like in Spain?

Law and order and good wines.

How old-fashioned!

Know what?

We the Velascos have a noble heritage,

we're the descendants of one of the Meninas.

But they were only dwarfs, crown jesters.

But in any case they were royalty and lived at the Escorial.

Ever, your hat.

Ever, since you are so noble take that bamboo to Cali and

find Margareth and Andrés. Tell them you to come here.

Tell them to come here immediately. They must be at La Emma.

- OK. - Goodbye, Ever.

"Before there was God and the Peñascos were Peñascos,

the Quiroz were Quiroz and the Velascos, Velascos."

Before there was God and the Peñascos were Peñascos,

the Quiroz were Quiroz and the Velascos, Velascos...

- It's nighttime. - So what?

- What's going on? - Nothing.

Uncle.

Enrique.

Uncle.

Uncle.

You who have tasted the blood of your own family blood...

Floremiro. I hear footsteps.

The bandits!

Be careful.

You who have tasted the blood of your own family blood...

Margareth! Margareth!

Citizens, Cali has been hit by a terrible disaster.

I am sure that behind this catastrophe,

lies the hand of international communism.

The Armed Forces will not rest until

they find the real culprits of this tragedy.

Peace, Justice and Liberty.

My baby, it's gone!

- I left him in the cradle. - But he's not there!

- He was there. - He's not there now.

Don't worry, we'll find him.

- Thank you, Virgin Mary. - Thank God for finding him.

Don Enrique! Don Enrique!

Don Enrique.

Margareth. My wife is about to give birth.

The food and the generator are in the van...

Floresmiro! Floresmiro!

Andrés.

Margareth.

"Lady Santana, why is the child crying?

Because of the apple he lost.

I don't want one; I don't want two;

I want the one that I lost..."

Don Enrique?

Don Enrique!

Margareth.

Margareth.

Take a deep breath and hold it.

Breathe deeply.

Push, dear.

Push! Make an effort!

Have a drink, my friend.

This morning my wife woke up to make me coffee

and told me to get some timber...

When she brought it, she screamed: "Where's the baby?"

And I said: "I left him in the crib." And she said: "But he's not there!"

And I said: "I left him there. How come he's not there?"

So we went inside and he wasn't there.

I looked all over the house and at 6 a.m.

I found him alive and well in the bathroom.

You know why that happened? It's the Bogeyman.

Stop talking about that.

You know what, my friend?

The chickens were restless all night and four died.

And the neighbor's dogs died in the night.

That's the Bogeyman! Witchcraft

Dogs and chickens die every day where I come from.

The crops were uprooted.

- Walls smeared with blood. - I told you, it's the Boogeyman!

They weren't ghosts, they were bandits.

That's why we're here.

Here it comes. Push hard!

Don't panic, my wife knows what she's doing.

- What is it? - A girl.

She's beautiful.

- And she's whole and healthy. - María Emma.

It's a girl. Congratulations!

You have to be active like the Indians that give birth standing up.

So nobody will harm her.

Good luck, my friend.

- So long. - So long.

That plant is withering, it's a sign of bad luck.

Forget those superstitions.

Who is it?

Open, this is my house!

Floresmiro.

Margareth!

- Who's there? - Law and order.

- Ortega, González. - Yes, colonel.

Search the rooms.

- You're a gold digger? - Yes, sir.

- Have you noticed anything stranger? - No, sir.

When did you last see Floresmiro Muñoz?

They had their baby yesterday and disappeared.

Colonel, we only found some dead chickens.

Keep searching.

González, take them to the school!

Let's go. Hurry up.

Come on!

- You know where they are? - No, sir.

- You saw them? - They were at home and then left.

My colonel, the only suspect is the gold digger.

I'll take him for a ride.

- Go ahead. - No, no.

How are things?

Unfortunately there are no suspects.

But there is one who will have to pay for it all.

Do everything to find them

even if you have to put everybody in jail.

Let them go Benjamin. Poor devils.

Go back home!

Hurry.

Do you see what I see?

Are you convinced now that you see it with your own eyes?

This doesn't look like an Indian burial.

At this moment we are witnessing in anguish

the mass burial of those who died in the explosion of August 7th.

in which all authorities participate,

we could say the that a tragic chapter of Cali's history comes to an end.

But thanks to this collective effort and international solidarity

a new dawn will come that guarantees

will bring peace, justice and liberty...

THE END

Translation by Sally station

Subtitles revised and corrected by Luis Ospina and Juana Suárez.

Subtitles by Futuro Digital Tec S.A.S. www.futurodigital.com.co