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You, you on the third, give it focus...

Silence, silence please!

Rolling video.

-Action! -Good morning ladies and gentlemen.

We're here with Karina Arnel, to delight us on the specialty of the day.

-Karina, what are you preparing? -Today, I'm preparing a "Bise et soir".

-Oh, is it a french dish? -No, it's only the name that is french. It's an American dish.

-It's a soup that can be served hot or cold. -Sure it must be delicious!

Now Karina will prepare something exquisite for all of you.

The "bise et soir" soup is very easy to prepare. All we need now is the following;

Three medium size leeks, only on the white area. Three medium size potatoes as well.

Four cups of chicken broth, one or two cups of cream.

Depends on your preference.

Salt, white pepper, and sliced onions.

Here, I have the vegetables ready, finely sliced.

We take the water off, and pour it on the chicken broth.

the leek... we cover it, and we cook on slow fire for twenty five to thirty minutes.

When the vegetables are cooked and tender, we put it through a small colander.

In order for us not to wait on the vegetables, I already had a "bise et soir" prepared.

The only thing we have to do next is add cream.

Salt...

Pepper...

And sliced onions.

You mix it good, and that's it!

And now, it's ready to serve!

It was not hard, right?

Well, that is all I had to tell you.

And now, I have something to show you. Something you have never seen before.

Something that, maybe, you will never forget.

Look.

- And when did it happen? - I have all the references here.

It's the only case of suicide recorded live.

Did you had any special reason to jump off the window?

Were you been thinking about it for a while now?

You live on the sixth floor. Why did you decide to jump from the third one?

I am preparing a book regarding women suicides on the twentieth century.

I thought you might help me.

Forgive me.

-Which day did it exactly occurred? -February 11, 1931. You were not even born.

- Her full name? - Rivas Mercado Antonieta.

Fire weappon suicidal. Informed by the Public Ministry that a woman committed suicide in the Notre Dame Cathedral.

- And the body was transferred to hotel. - To hotel "Dieu". - "Dieu".

-What is the reason of that? -Reports say what happened, but they never explained why.

She was Mexican.

Could you please tell me where to search the Notre Dame archives?

-Archives are right there, go straight and turn right. -Thank you.

-But they are closed at the moment. Service is updating and there is no access to any- -When would they open again?

In two or three months.

What are you doing this afternoon, Pierre?

Nothing in particular. I'm going to the office.

Would you like a coffee?

- I have no time. - Are you going out?

Yes.

Where are you going?

To Mexico.

Is that a joke?

No.

- Traveling alone? - Yes

Is it because of your book?

Well, yes.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I decided yesterday. Suddenly.

This one is a story I am really intrigued by.

Hello?

- Is it my taxi? - Yes.

-It is downstairs. How long will you stay? -I don't know.

Oh, take care of the cat!

This is Porfirio D�az, a dictator in Mexico for over 35 years.

Look, that is Mexico City at the beginning of the century.

- Do you recognize the "Z�calo"? - Yes.

President Porfirio D�az had a french intellectual influence.

Bellasconte, Julio Verne. A positivist.

In these times, the french influence was very noticeable. In every aspect of the country.

On the centennial independence anniversary, in 1910, President D�az invited people from all over the world to the celebration.

But the country kept the same old structures.

On one side, the property owners continued having the large estates,

and on the other side the commonwealth, victims of the corruption and kept on ignorance and poverty.

Antonieta grew up in that environment.

Guests were introduced walking through the "Reforma promenade". Our Champs Elysees.

All the way to the Independence Column, built by the Rivas Mercado architect, the father of Antonieta precisely.

It is rumored that the face of the angel was inspired on Antonieta.

But, in 1957 there was an earthquake.

The Angel fell down, and its face had to be reconstructed.

-I hope you stay here for a long time. -Yes, I hope, it is a beautiful place.

- Juanita, the book you asked me for. - Thank you very much Luis.

- Excuse me. - Good bye.

- A present for you. - Oh yes? - Yes.

It is her right?

Yes. 87 letters of love. To whom?

To a painter. Manuel Rodr�guez Lozano.

Did she die because of love?

Nobody knows why.

-Born precisely with the century. -Yes.

-What was her family like? -Rich People.

Her father was a great architect, and their house became a center of gathering for the artists of the time.

He was a fond of sculpture. Antonieta and her sister posed for him when they were young.

Be still Antonieta.

Mr. President.

Rest.

- Mr. President. - Good afternoon, professor. - Good Afternoon.

-I come to see the Independence Column. -Of course, come with me please.

They have been my models. My daughters.

Hello Antonieta.

Are you all right, Mr. President?

Everything is settled Mr. President.

Look at the blood.

Look away, look away.

On May 24, 1911, the commonwealth gathered against Porfirio D�az.

That same day, he withdrawn presidency and parted to Veracruz, then to Paris.

Where he stayed until he died.

That's the welcome of Madero, when he arrived from U.S.A.

From the north frontier, to the city capital.

There had never been such kind of welcome.

-Unfortunalely, the gapp that existed between the peasants and the new government- -That's Zappata!

Yes, that's Zappata.

That gapp was so big that people like Zappata, who supported the peasants, stepped against Madero.

Zappata fought in the south, and Orozco, which we see right now, on the north.

This is General Victoriano Huerta, which was named chief of the government forces to combat the rebels.

These are the General troops. Huerta's troops.

- And those women? - These images are marvelous.

The peasant woman took an active part in the revolution.

They called them "soldaderas" or "adelitas".

There is a mexican song of those times called "La Adelita"

Do you know it?

They were women that collaborated in the revolution same as men.

Meanwhile, in Mexico City, the battle with the new government continued.

Victoriano Huerta, which I spoke to you about before, imprisoned Madero and Pino Suarez.

On their way to the jail, he ordered their murder.

Here's where Huerta arrives to the Presidency, I believe.

Yes, yes, right after the assassination of Madero.

Venustiano Carranza, which was governor of Coahuila, revolted against Huerta in 1913.

Supported by other Governors.

The constitutionalist army of Carranza was supported by Pancho Villa in the north.

In the south, by Emiliano Zappata.

All united against Huerta.

After a year and a half of battle, the constitutionalist army arrived in Mexico City.

Look, Emiliano Zappata.

Pancho Villa!

Next to Pancho Villa, there is Jos� Vasconcelos.

-He was very important in the life of Antonieta. -Vasconcelos!

Yes, Vasconcelos.

Carranza was murdered.

Emiliano Zappata was murdered too in an ambush at Chinameca.

The Rangers killed Orozco as well. The North American Rangers.

Francisco Villa, Pancho Villa, the northern centaur. The mythical figure of the Mexican Revolution.

Cowardly murdered inside his car.

Among that, desolation and death.

It is said that half a million Mexicans died in this revolution.

Those were terrible years.

Antonieta lived her youth surrounded by these images.

By this reality.

Well, That's all.

- Antonieta was... married? - Yes, but her marriage wasn't long.

I recognize my fault. And I promise to be next to you.

I promise. You are by yourself most of the time, that is why you think that for.

That and the books that fill your head of birds.

Your life is here with me. I will help you overcome this crisis Antonieta.

Forgive me, but I am not happpy with you.

I do not love you anymore.

Do you mean it?

It will be better for us to be part ways.

I am no longer happpy by your side.

Do you have a lover?

No, it is very simple. I can not disguise it any longer.

-I do not love you. I can not live with you. -Who is your lover? -Let me go!

What a moron. You have been cheating on me all this time.

My god, what an imbecile, stupid and blind I have been!

All those bull shit books!

Those faggots you have for friends!

- Please, Mr. Vargas - Third floor miss.

It's not working.

-What? -The elevator is not working.

And you? Where are you coming from?

-What happpened, did the Atlante won? -Of course, but they still need to play against America, man.

- You wanna bet? - Sure.

- How much? - You name it. - All righty then.

Mr. Vargas, please.

I come on behalf of Juana Garrida.

-It's 12:15! -Excuse me? -It is 12:15, you're 15 minutes late. I'm leaving.

-Where are you going? -Nowhere in particular, but because you arrive out of time, I must leave.

I wish to talk about Antonieta.

It' s not working. At least not for me.

Come.

They tell me you met her.

It would be pointless to talk about her.

Would you like a brandy?

Yes, of course.

Why is it pointless to talk about her?

When somebody has died, or when someone is too old,

It's not possible to imagine what has happpened before. It's impossible.

Women these days can not even imagine what this woman was like.

She was brilliant.

She was beautiful.

She was always doing something. She was a fine writer.

She edited several books. She traduced Kafka and Reilfe.

The surrealists. She also traduced plays.

- Your name? - Jean

- Jean who? - Jean Cocteau.

C-O-C-T-E-A-U. Cocteau.

What a name to live on the outside.

And you will stay there unless you give us your address.

- D'Anjour street. - Now she's reasoning.

- Signature - Prepare a pen!

Get closer, get closer! Nobody is going to eat you.

-What's wrong? -Lightnings and starlights, the accused man has disappeared!

-How prodigious! -There's nothing prodigious about that.

-Let's get out of here. This is unbearable! -Unbearable, indeed.

At the death of her father, in 1927, she inherits.

She moves then to another house, and she abandons her family indefinitely.

She gathers a theatre group, sponsored by her, in which she acts with her friends.

Ulysses Theatre.

She wrote all the translations.

There were plays from O' Neill, Bildraque.

"The Orpheus" from Jacque Cocteau.

... For love he has killed the devil in the form of a horse, and he died.

I thank thy for saving me. Because I adored poetry.

And poetry art thou.

Amen.

- Shall I pour it? - Leave it to Eurydice.

Maybe we could eat at last.

I have been talking to Antonieta, and I think she plans doing another play.

"The human voice of Cocteau", do you know it?

Yes, I've read it, I think it's marvelous.

I never told you before, but congratulations. You were marvelous.

Critics could not withstand until the end.

Critics are critics, incappable of getting a grip of the mystery.

Reason is on our side, it's hard to wake the ignorants, when they think they're not.

Same thing happpens with our orchestra. Playing from Bussie, Stravinsky or Satier will just ask for insults.

- But it is necessary. - Antonieta, shall we dance?

-Thank you. -Antonieta, your house is beautiful.

I love this marvelous party!

Tell me, I saw the Independence Column this afternoon. Did you pose for the angel?

Yes, me and my sister.

But that monument terrifies me, when I pass by I'd rather not look.

She just encountered a painter, Lozano.

Manuel Lozano, a great painter.

Antonieta fell entirely in love with him.

Lozano was married to Carmen Mondragon. Her father was a General,

-who invented a canyon. A dangerous woman. -Carmen, How are you?

I wanted to greet you, I was waiting for the right moment.

That's why I came back, to work here. I want to paint my country, my people.

You know, French painters are imitating the Japanese, even the African masks.

And we are copying the Europeans.

I come here, to this place, and I see no difference with Paris.

What can we do with that Antonieta?

Hide our reality.

We contemplate ourselves in the mirror through a mask.

I do what I can. We are in difficult times.

It might serve us.

-You are sponsoring an orchestra? -Yes. It would be filmed!

With all reason.

Excuse me.

I come to offer you these poems.

Are they good?

Does this bother you?

Yes.

- Was she catholic? - Yes, but not active.

She never had a real faith.

Well, I do not know.

Indian blood?

A little. Like everyone in this country.

Look.

Here I have pictures... press articles...letters.

Don't touch.

In this picture we can see Lozano.

The painter.

She placed her life in his hands.

-Were they lovers? -No, I don' t think so.

He never wanted to.

What? She loved him as a platonic love?

Yes and No.

This isn't Europe, you see?

Here, romanticism is a luxury.

You'll never understand this.

There's a dark and violent land below!

We forget sometimes, but it is always there.

It might awake at any day.

Here. Was this the young poet?

Yes.

It was me.

Good Morning.

- Is Manuel here? - Yes.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Come closer.

Thank you.

Jesus!

Place them in water.

I heard about your son's death.

How is your wife?

- I don't know. - Excuse me?

She hasn't spoken for days.

What is it Manuel?

-Nothing that I can tell you about. -Don't you trust me?

Manuel you enlighten my life.

I belong to you.

You doubt and reject me.

When I'm alone I feel closer to you than when we' re together.

You suffer.

And will not tell me.

Is there anything worse?

My wife killed our baby.

She choked him with her own hands.

What are we Manuel?

In which land do we live?

What' s inside us?

Shall we continue, Sir?

No. Not for now.

Who is he?

I need to speak to you alone. We never are.

I am here to satisfy your desires.

Even if you don't know.

I know Antonieta.

What shall we do?

Continue our path.

We shall never imitate or stop imitating.

Always looking. Where things come from.

What drives us. What illuminates us.

And what destroys us.

Was he gay?

Was he gay?

Antonieta knew right away?

She never wanted to know. She adored him, she was willing to do anything.

How is it possible to write 87 letters of love to a man,

Without making love to him?

- That surprises you? - It seems impossible.

There are things hard to understand today.

That young man that used to pose for him was found dead on Lozano's pool.

A lot of nonsense was spoken. About drugs and even a crime.

- What really happpened? - Nobody knows.

Good morning. - Come in. - Thank you.

Of every temple that hosted a ceremony, this is the most important.

The Main Temple.

Indians who lived here before the conquest, thought that every afternoon,

the sun must feed with the blood of men,

to defeat the forces of night. The moon and the stars.

Only by winning that battle, the sun would rise again giving life.

The rock of sacrifice.

Five priests placed the one that should be sacrificed here.

Placing him North to South.

With an oxidian knife, his heart was ripped appart and offered to the sun god.

Huitzilopoztli.

This is probably the base of a temple created for death.

A tribute for those sacrificed for us to enjoy the sun.

Why so much death?

-Didn't you want to know why did Antonieta died? -Yes.

Because she didn't believe in what I tell you.

She thought it was possible to change the earth completely. Just like that.

Tell me more about her,

Some other time.

- My key, please. - Right away.

- They called from Paris. - Thank you.

Third, please.

Manuel, I have nothing to give you today. It is all yours.

Tell me, do I jeopardize your liberty? Do I steal your oxygen?

I feel you want to rest from me. Manuel, I would give everything to love you today.

What do you want to do to me? You cheat yourself about me.

I am not a modern woman, that dominates her sexual problem.

I am not modern because I give to love in general, and the sex in particular.

More important than washing my mouth or taking a shower.

I couldn' t feel affection for one person while giving myself to another.

I guess it would be all right, but to just think about it makes me sick.

I can' t divide myself. If I would be an intelligent woman, I would love you with all the spirit free of any sexual intention.

I am in a dead end.

Besides working, what shall I do?

General Calles does not want our Virgin Mary with us! Before this happens, we are willing to give our last drop of blood for our catholic faith!

We will fight against Calles and Satan!

- Long Live Christ the King! - Long Live

- Long Live Guadalupe Virgin! - Long Live!

Kneel down.

Stop!

The Generals.

The Christ War. Generals Obregon and Calles follow on power.

Their anticlericalism unleashes a series of rebellions from the church. Priests denied to give mass and abandon their temples.

"Cristeros" hide on the mountains and fight the government troops under the theme of "Christ the King".

For nearly five years, this terrible and awful war hits the country.

Churches were banned, but there was a clandestine practice.

A very religious woman, Mother Conchita, gathered followers in her house.

Between them, there was a fanatic young man, Jose de Leon Toral, typograppher and drawer.

Obregon was murdered by Toral on July 18, 1928.

-So much useless suffering. My god. -Obregon hates us. While he and Calles are in the power we will be persecuted.

My Colonel Lieutenant. General Obregon has arrived.

- How much do I owe you? - Nothing. - Thank you

- Long live Obregon! - Long live!

Probably yes.

Ready.

- Please, don't insist me, I told you he cannot be disturbed. - Let him pass.

Go ahead.

Troop! Prepare arms.

Charge arms.

Aim.

- Long live Christ The King! - Fire!

I'm going to sing the song of a friend of my land.

Called Jos� Valentin who was shot and hang in the mountain range.

I wouldn't like to remember it was an afternoon in winter.

When do to his bad look Valentin fell in the hands of the government.

The capptain asks him who are the people who control.

They are eight hundred soldiers who have besieged the estate of "Holanda".

The captain asks him who the people who guide are.

They are eight hundred soldiers who have Mariano Mej�as through the rocks.

The colonel told him he would grant him the indult.

But you are going to tell me who the jury is and the cause that I judge.

Because Valentin was a man he didn't gave them information.

I am of the men who had invented the revolution.

Vargas, after the death of Obregon, were there new elections?

Yes, naturally. Calles was left alone like a provisional president.

A new president had to be found.

And then Vasconcelos decided to present himself.

-Who was Vasconcelos? -Vasconcelos was a very intellectual politician.

In the years twenty-one and twenty-two he was minister of public instruction.

He had done many works; alphabetization campaigns, books, schools.

They called him the knight of the alphabet.

He decided to exile himself in LA because he hated the tyranny of the military governments.

But he loved Mexico passionately.

At the dead of Obregon he decided to start the adventure.

Of showing himself as independent candidate for the presidency.

He took with him the youth and the very best of the Mexican people.

- And Antonieta left with him? - Yes, we met with him in Toluca.

Books! School! Books! School!

Books! School! Books! School!

Long live Vasconcelos! Long live!

- Where are you from? - I do not know.

- What is your town name? - I do not know.

But each one knows from where he is. You don't?

From San Andr�s, I think.

What books do we have here?

-Shakespeare, Balzac, Dante, Dostoyevski. -Very well, Dante. It's the Divine Comedy, take it. -Thank you.

What can be done against this ignorance?

Good morning. I am Antonieta Rivas Mercado.

I have followed with passion the beginning of your campaign and I want to help you.

-Thank you. -Do you have money? Do you count with sponsors?

No, No I have almost nothing. Day pay an entrance to go to the reunions. That's it, we live from that.

I can help you, I promise but I will also like to follow you. Participate in your campaign.

I do not have anything to offer you. Crapppy hotels, dust, and lost bullets.

I didn't expect anything different. Here is my friend Mr. Manuel Lozano, he is a painter.

- How are you? - A pleasure.

The Master Chavez and my friend Vargas, he is a writer.

-They're also willing to follow, and work for you. -Artists.

First you have to start the fire and are the artists who do it or who should do it.

-Then the people will follow you. -That's why we have come this far. To find you.

-And I can assure you that it's not a mundane act or a whim- -Culture without political content lacks sense.

-You know it very well. -And our culture is here, you've told it yourself.

-Yes, it's true. -I think you did the right thing coming back.

In the north there are men of blond hair who put their feet on the table when they speak and consider themselves Protestants.

Here we have two cultures that had fought for several centuries. Protestants.

Yes two or three.

And if our people want a civilization these different cultures must blend.

-Maybe that way a new spirit will develop. -Are you the daughter of the architect?

- Yes. - I met him. Are you married?

- Yes but I am separated. - Come.

Never forget, America is the land of the synthesis!

That's how we make future possible. Disapppearing human divisions!

Europe is back to the barbarian times! They're exterminating each other in wars!

Now, the civilized countries are the new countries!

He made a triumphal entrance through the capital on March 10.

Unforgettable. We thought that misfortune would soon end. He could've won.

But, Calles was his opponent, supporting another candidate.

He would not back up.

We went touring north after that.

A city per day. It was exhausting.

But we were young.

Antonieta and a group of us supported him enthusiastically.

Cover up Sir!

- Are we all here? - Hermino and Gutierrez are missing.

- Bastards! They almost killed us! - This comes from above!

It is Calles! He orchestrates everything!

-Do they want to threaten our supporters? -They want to relate us to an image of violence, disorder. They want to make us guilty!

Sign here sir.

- Who authorized you to bring him here? - Sir it's one of ours!

This is a hotel, not a hospital!

They are farmers, come on!

Blood!

I told you, this is a hotel, not a hospital!

- Sir! - ...Yes, yes.

- Excuse me sir. - Yes?

There are some peasants that would like to speak to you. They have been waiting for two days now.

- What do they need? - I don't know. Sir.

- Let them come. - HERE? - Here!

Yes. Yes sir!

- When I tell you- - Yes.

Now.

The candidate is waiting for you. Speak to him straight to the point. Then leave.

Take your hat off!

- Thank you sir. - At your service sir!

Speak what you need to say. Do not be afraid.

Speak.

What can I do for you?

We have only one question sir.

Tell me.

In our municipality our president takes everything from us. He rapes our wives and daughters.

When we protest, he kills us just like dogs.

Continue.

We want to know if it is possible to make justice for ourselves.

No. Nobody can do that.

You know that justice exists. Even if it's not perfect, you have to live by it.

We tried, years ago, telling the authorities!

-It seems pointless. -We want to make our own court, so that way we could judge him!

You do not possess that right.

Nobody can defend them.

Common tribunals are formed in revolts, right?

When official justice is at the service of the power itself.

-Would you be cappable of forming a tribunal? -Surely, sir!

- A real tribunal, to serve justice? - Yes sir, of course!

Then you have that right possibly. It is not for me to approve.

But yes, maybe.

Will this tribunal have the right for death penalty?

He is a criminal, sir.

If the tribunal were meticulously resolute, I do not see why not.

I believe so.

Thank you sir! Madam, sir, sir!

-Why are you so happpy? -Well, because, we hung him a month ago.

-Sir, dinner is served, they're waiting for you. -Right away.

Every revolution must perish when its prophets are being murdered!

That is why we salute you, Vasconcelos! With you, Huitzilopoztli, God of blood and death!

Will retreat against Quetzalcoatl! Carrier of order and light! I propose a toast for this man!

Long live Vasconcelos!

- What is happpening? - No idea.

- I think it's better for you to leave now. - Leave?

Yes, you might return whenever you want.

- Why? - Because we need to play our game.

- What game? - A game we play each time we gather.

We pull out a revolver, we load it, throw it to the air aiming to the center of the table.

Sometimes a bullet comes off. We always play it until that happens.

-Somebody can end up dead! -Of course Madame, that's the beauty of the game.

-Are you serious? You are playing that here? -Yes, it's becoming a tradition.

Who refuses to play is considered a coward!

And you are brave because you play this? Then we must leave gentlemen.

- Good night. - Good night.

Sit gentlemen. We are starting our game.

- Everyone ready? - I am prepared. - Me too.

Well, then... let' s begin our game.

- Who's turn is it? - Yours.

My turn.

It's my turn now.

-The pamphlets and panoramics are ready for tomorrow. -We took care of the events of today.

-At what time do we leave tomorrow sir? -6:30 a.m. all right?

- Yes, 6:30 it is. - Good night sir. - Good night.

-Sir, we need to prepare your speech for tomorrow. -Antonieta will help me.

- Yes, it will be ready- - A doctor, hurry up!

I am sure that besides you and me, everyone else is armed.

Talk for yourself because me... I'm not.

Long live Vasconcelos! Good night.

Good night.

I have told you. I have no luxuries to offer you.

Only this flower.

Thank you.

I can barely see where I lay down.

Tomorrow we will be in another hotel.

- Just like the actors. - Exactly.

All this huge effort. Will we get somewhere?

-Why do you ask me that? You doubt it? -I don't know. So much death around us.

Celebration turns into tragedy. Like today.

You can not let down the people who trust you!

There are more of us every day. Thousands! We will win Jose, you know it!

We will win!

-Calles will cheat the elections. -We won't let that happen, we'll confront him!

More violence, more deaths?! This country must be of free men,

-Not of drunken, analphabet soldiers! -We shall fight before injustice, everything before that.

-That's what you told the peasants! -I promise what I don't have. I claim what I'm not.

I don't know, Antonieta. It will turn better for me to keep writing my books.

I must finish my metaphysics. I need to correct the proofs.

Writing a metapphysics book on campaign!

Our country needs politicians like yourself!

Philosophers lack of political sense.

You think this country will change on some speeches?

No. But we must win the elections if we want to accomplish something! That's politics Jose. Winning!

I will name you instruction minister.

No. Being with you is enough.

By your side.

I don't know what I would do without you Antonieta.

Dear Manuel, fighting the useless purpose of my life, I've been caught up by the political passion.

At least today I exist. One question. You have rejected me. But I ask you, what would you do if you knew I had a lover?

When the painter found out about her and Vasconcelos, -that didn't bothered him.

They shall not see each other again. She kept writing to him until the end.

Her most intimate thoughts were for Lozano, while living a passionate affair with Vasconcelos.

Physical. Maybe once in her life she felt success as a woman.

Please, do you have a room?

I'll check the list.

Yes. One moment please.

Vasconcelos limited his campaign to the northern states.

For no appparent reason, south intimidated him, although he was from Oaxaca.

From one city to another he was warmly welcomed, in spite of the bullets and insults of the pro-government press.

- He was always gathered by- - Excuse me.

-Are you interested in Vasconcelos? -Yes. Why?

It' s curious. That is a very scarcely revealed period of our history.

Is it for a thesis or for an article?

- Something more complex than that. - Oh. I'll be here 48 hours.

If you want to, we can talk for a while.

-"Licenciado". What does that mean? -Madame, your room is ready.

I'm going.

-In this country everyone is a Licenciado. -Shall I call you later?

Yes.

...but he always said the same thing,

legal battle must be won first, we need a legitimate leader.

Thank you, have a good rest.

Vasconcelos adventure seems desperate. I hope he ends up fine.

There's only one path for him. His death.

If they don't kill him, he will become an angry river, tearing appart everything on his way.

-Gentlemen! I'm not a candidate for my own benefit, but because I have a civil duty!

We must take the power from the chiefs! Freeing the country of the North American domination!

If not, our revolution would've been vain!

What do they call freedom of vote? They fill out wagons of people, placing a papper on their hands, a papper they can't even read!

And they take them to vote!

Their only purpose is getting richer, betraying the revolution purpose! An oligarchy of Generals...

...have strangled our independence!

How should we fight? There is only one way.

Intelligence! Instruction! Education for everyone!

This will give everyone the right of reason and understanding our liberty!

We must trust the people instead of giving our backs and taking advantage of them!

We must give total religious freedom to Catholics, protestants, Buddhists!

Those who ban are those who fear man, or themselves!

I know I risk my life every second. As I speak I might be murdered!

The stealers of this country will not retreat!

I only promise not to steal! I have me faults, I have no right to speak in your name.

But I'm honest, because I'm poor!

But I'm honest, because I'm poor!

Thank you.

Good morning.

Thank you for coming. I appreciate that.

-I don't have much time. -Me neither. My name is Lloyd, the U.S. Ambassador sent me.

Yes, I' ve heard about him.

-Antonieta is my right hand; she knows everything I know- -Oh, yes, yes. I' ve heard about her.

By the way, elections are close. - Indeed.

During your campaign, you have been quite harsh against my country.

Your country should mind its own business.

I said what was needed.

Yes, but you have even spoken about colonization, what is that?

When there are big taxes are placed on wine to help the position of Coca-Cola in Mexico, what is that if not colonization?

You know you'll lose the elections.

No. Not if there are transparent.

- I'm not afraid of the result. - But you have refused help from Generals enemies to Calles.

You have done no effort to gain the south. Not one political alliance.

You have no hope of winning the elections, and you know it.

- Why would you come for? - Because I was given a mission.

- Official? - All missions are official.

Look, when you were minister of public education, you started a great idea.

Frankly, it would be a shame for that to stop.

Now, step back from the elections. The new president, chosen by the people of course, will ask you to continue your great institution.

As a minister, with plenty of power.

If you think he lost, why are you bribing him?

I want to make it clear that I am speaking to him.

My friend has done a question. What is your answer?

Mexico is coming out, hardly, from 20 years of battles.

What Mexico needs now is unity, not division.

That is precisely what I think.

This country could bring two parties, adversaries. Both can be declared heirs of the revolution.

Fantastic! Let them both fight without a battle. But they can just share the power.

Simple. A balance. Do you understand?

- Like in your country? - Well, with it's own proportions.

Go back to your plane. The gasoline that brought you here has been a big expense for the Mexican people.

It was not worth it.

Vasconcelos was the finest pen in Mexico.

But he shouldn't be considered a hero. He was a megalomaniac. He saw himself as the only exception on a country of 14 million imbeciles.

-That's not very flattering from you- -No, I'm afraid not. He was conceited, complex, contradictory. He said he had Indian blood, but Indians scared him.

He wasn't comfortable with his people like many intellectuals. He used Plato on his discourses.

He was a good speaker. He had a precise use of the insult.

But, when studying political science, we must not trust simplifications and preconceived ideas.

On the other side, not everything was bad. Of course not. Proof is that for the last 50 years this country has been the most stable on Latin America.

Revolution has been forgotten and there are now conditions for a regular development.

- Were the elections cheated? - That's for sure.

On which way?

On a thousand different ways. In the places where Vasconcelos was popular, the ballots were disappeared.

Voting centers were changed. There were armed attacks, robbery.

-How many votes did he have? -A ridiculous amount. I don't remember exactly. Like 100,000 votes on the whole country.

Children, we are giving you a book on behalf of Mr. Vasconcelos.

- What do we say? - Thank you!

Look, read, more than 30,000 people acclaimed Vasconcelos!

Jose, poles are very low!

1,757?

Yes, of course. Let's see what you could do.

- Tell central office. - Yes.

- Sir. - Could you speak to Mexico?

- They have wired our phones. - General Bouquet!

Find a line again.

What's happpening, what news General?

Bad. Elections are an immense fraud.

There is no other choice than taking this to the end.

Seven hours before, this is not possible!

What do you suggest?

If we step back now, it'll seem as abandonment. We could provoke justice through the army.

We can make the vote be respected through the use of the guns.

Calles has equipped the army with North American equipment.

Failure of the Cristeros Revolutions has deeply wounded people's spirit.

Yes. But it's not that hard to defeat them.

They don't fight for conviction. There are many corrupted officials. We could orchestrate the revolt.

We have many faithful military, cappable of anything.

Our leaders in Tampico, Veracruz and Hermosillo have been arrested.

Elections are not over yet, and they already gave the results in New York!

I've just spoken to M�xico. They are holding hostages of Medellin and Pellicer.

- Is that it? - Chiappas and Guerrero are missing.

Reality imposes on us.

Go home. This is over.

-We should raise our weappons against this calumny, you' ve said so yourself! -I have evaded the cannons for so long, and I won't use them now!

Listen to all these people willing to give their lives for you!

Tomorrow they will scream for that other one!

-Go home gentlemen. Good night. -Antonieta is right we can not abandon them!

- You too. Go home. - As you wish.

What are we going to do?

I'll leave this country.

I'll go to New York. Or Paris.

I will stay clandestine.

It's not the first time I've done it.

I will return, just as Madero did. Like Obreg�n.

In the end truth shall be found.

What am I going to do Jose?

I have no money.

What can I do? Now I've lost you too.

Don't you realize?

Troops are out of Mexico, so the assassins.

There are too many martyrs.

Are you coming with me?

I don't know.

I am sick.

I have no money.

Your family has a big name.

They won't harm you.

They will destroy me. They will never forgive my affair with you.

I'm too weak to keep going.

I am sick.

I feel... bad.

Very bad.

Those are the titles I already prepared. They speak about the political situation.

-Please include them on the prologue. Would you help me edit another one? -Yes, surely.

- Two pages of the article. Three, number three. That's it, right? - Yes.

Punctuation is blurry. Correct all these.

-Give me all the part that talks about Villa in Santiago. -About Torre�n. Torre�n too right?

- Yes Torre�n. - Well and Sonora, What about that?

- Everything referring Sonora- - Oh, yes. Let's fix that too.

It's very important to include on the first number. Good.

- Have you seen this? - What?

-But... the first number is almost ready. Would you like to glance at it? -Later.

I loved your article.

We have to go get the passports.

Later.

- Can I ask you a question? - Of course.

What am I suppose to do know?

What do you mean?

What am I suppose to do know?

- Nothing, I'm sorry, I know I bother- - No, not at all.

Just answer me one question.

Do you think you really need me?

If you wouldn't be here, I would need you infinitely.

The magazine wouldn't be printed without you.

In certainty nobody needs anybody. You know it.

- Yes, I know. - We only need God.

Would you care to join us with a coffee?

- Where to? - "Chavier moi"

-No. I have to go to the consulate first. Some other time. -Farewell then.

- Which day did you said? - February 11.

- 1931? - Yes.

That day... nothing happpened.

Subtitles by Daniel Galo and Gonzalo Martinez for IdeaVisi�n. 2006 @ Copyright "All rights reserved."

Subtitles by Daniel Galo and Gonzalo Martinez for IdeaVisi�n. 2006 @ Copyright "All rights reserved."