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The butterflies that represent our visiting ancestors don't harm anyone.

Far from that. They're miraculous.

I remember that my dad used to say

that they don't make noise when they come and go from the sky

so if you have a wish and ask they will grant it.

Those butterflies look like a bear, no?

To me it looks more like someone hanging themselves.

A dead person.

Hey.

Imagine touching those butterflies

and then they all fly away.

Yeah, it would look like a plague with all of them together.

Come on... fly!

Wow.

-Drinking water? -Mendel, come!

One morning I woke up...

Let's go...

-There were no survivors. -One, two, three...

No humans.

-Come here, stinker. -No, you stink!

Not even the resemblance of an animal.

Only me.

Simón.

What?

Can a dead person still breathe?

No, because when someone dies, they stop existing.

Simón.

What?

How does one stop existing?

When your body vanishes, and all that's left is your soul,

but after that, the soul goes to heaven.

And how does it go to heaven?

In an elevator.

Get some rest.

Simón.

What?

-And what is the elevator connected to? -To a cloud.

And... did our parents take that elevator?

Yes.

Good night.

-Simón. -What now?

Good night.

Mendel.

It's your uncle Gabino.

I tried calling several times but I can't get ahold of you,

I am guessing you haven't spoken to your brother.

So...

Your grandma is not doing so well.

Call me back.

Hope all is well in New York.

Goodbye, son.

Thank you.

-Want some help? -No, thank you.

My American nephew!

Uncle!

-How are you? -Good. And you?

Fine.

-You're taller, no? -Yeah.

What do they feed you over there?

Nothing but sausage?

Exhausting?

Kind of.

How is it going with the hotel?

It's going...

We're in the busy season.

Right.

How does it look?

Nothing changed, right?

Some things did. Others didn't.

Did you know that Estelita went to study in Queretaro?

No.

So your aunt and I are alone but we're okay.

Welcome home.

Despite the circumstances.

And how are you?

Hanging in there.

It's not easy to lose one's mother.

But you know what your grandma was like...

She lived how she wanted... and died when she wanted.

She's resting now.

They're still cutting, right?

Who's going to stop them?

It will soon become a desert.

Well... they're gangs, son.

It will be the end of the butterflies.

You see that container?

See what it says? Drinking water.

You know what these assholes put in there?

Cyanide.

They empty it, remove the label and say it's water.

Motherfuckers.

Why would they ever decide to reopen the damn mine?

Because people need to work, son.

-Simón is still working there? -Yeah.

Don't judge your brother.

I know.

But they should have a bit of a conscience.

This land belongs to no one.

Have you seen Vicente?

Vicente?

He's around, a bit lost with his spiritual and new-agey stuff.

He may have gone to India to search for himself.

I'm sure he did.

-This will always be your home. -Thank you, uncle.

Dolores, can I have Room #2?

Listen... This kid is like my son.

I'm going to write his name here.

The big ones scare me 'cause...

-Why? -I don't know.

The little animal is already dead.

You look like your dad.

Don't make that sad face. That's a good thing.

Let's go in, son.

Hi dear.

Mendel.

-Remember your uncle? -No.

We always show him photos of you.

Hi uncle.

Hi love.

Go play.

-How are you? -Good.

Brisa... son, I'm heading to the hotel. A few Canadians just arrived.

-I'll be right back. -Don't worry. We'll be here.

-Thank you dear. -Take care, uncle.

How are you?

What's new in your life?

All good.

I'm working with Juan Carlos at the hair salon in the mornings.

And Gerardo?

He works in Zitacuaro. In the copper factory.

Good old Gerardo.

And did you get married?

Why would I get married?

That's not for me.

Well, you should get on it 'cause we've all got a few kids here.

Remember when we were like them and we'd go up the mountain to squish people?

Like this.

Mommy, can I go to the store to buy candy with Jesus?

No, my love. Go and play with your brothers.

Will you stay for a bit?

I'm leaving in two days.

Right after the funeral.

Well, that's a shame.

If you have time and want to stop by

the house, that'd be great.

Gerardo would be very happy to see you.

My love...

-Don't play like that. Please! -Mommy, it...

I've told you a thousand times!

Miss Janeth?

Yes?

My mom told me that we're hurting planet Earth a lot.

That's why I drew red lines.

What Brisa is saying is very true.

We're not taking good care of our planet. We're hurting animals and plants.

-What do we see in Brisa's drawing? -Monarchs!

And where do they come from?

Canada. Texas. Michoacán. Angangueo.

Monarchs have super vision and they can see us from very far.

Very good, Vicente!

What are you doing?

I'm just... looking.

There's nothing to see.

I live here with my family.

This is also my house.

You show up when you feel like it.

-Now you... -Don't start with that shit.

This is my house Mendel!

I also lost my grandma.

-Goodbye. -See you soon.

Bye. Thank you for coming.

Bye, my dear.

Uncle, I'm getting married.

But you're still so young.

My boyfriend found a job in Toluca so...

we're moving there.

-When is it? -In December.

I want you to be my padrino.

What's your dad going to say?

Nothing.

You're my uncle.

-I'll try. -Yes uncle, I want you to come.

Go back inside. I'm going to walk around.

I'll be back shortly.

Sing. Sing. Sing.

The butterfly skirt...

Monarchs!

My favorite animal is the dog, but I don't want to be one.

A lion is better.

I want to be a fox cause I can't sleep at night.

Why not a monkey? It's the animal that looks most like us.

Yeah, but animals are stronger than humans.

I want to be a lion because they're stronger and smarter...

-Shh, Vicente! They're coming! -The wolf will eat us.

Wolf, wolf, are you there?

Faster, faster, Fly... fly...

Towards the trees...

Do you hear that? What's coming? The animals... run... hide.

You can rent it in pharmacies, supermarkets, perfume shops, natural remedy stores around the country...

What's up Vicente?

-How are you? -Good.

Damn dude, like five years?

I follow you on Face...

But you never post anything, man.

Why didn't you come see Rosa?

I have my own way of saying goodbye to the dead.

Nice boots, bro.

I'll trade them if you want.

What's the deal with that guy?

Who?

Your president.

What the hell! That guy's not my president.

Do I look orange to you?

Maybe a tad over here.

He thinks he offends us by calling us animals!

But we are!

Are you drunk, asshole?

I'm alive, asshole!

Remember when...

when we lit...

the fire with the Christmas tree?

We almost burnt the entire farm, asshole.

It was your fault, man.

You.

-It was your idea, dude! -No, it was all you.

Who comes up with that shit?

You like it over there?

I don't know.

Come try the pulque ladies and gentlemen.

Good evening.

Thank you.

Don't forget your candles.

Grandma?

Are my parents going to eat from the ofrenda?

Yes, son. They're on the way.

Yeah, they're coming with all the dead

-and will devour you alive! -Stop that Simón!

You have an old soul.

-An old soul? -Yes.

Remember.

You're not weak.

You're strong.

Simón, calm down. Stop throwing rocks.

Come here.

Please.

Let me help.

The first one here.

We need to leave the knives in the ground

and then count three, four steps, then stab the ground with a knife.

And like this, we'll outline five points.

-With a lighter. -Let's make sure the elements are in place.

Can you light it up with that?

All good with the coins?

How about the rocks? Yes?

Place the coins on the rocks...

There are seven piles.

One coin for each of...

the seven points.

We are gathered here today

to remember someone who is no longer with us

in the way we've been used to.

This person will stay with us in many ways...

In our memories,

in the smells,

in the landscapes,

in the flesh, in the animals,

in the birds that hover in the sky,

in the ants that burrow the earth.

We are here together, united

to continue the life cycle.

Hurry.

Mendel. Run.

Wait up.

Open your eyes.

-What's that? -It's a mini-dinosaur.

It looks like it's laughing.

It's not laughing. It just saw you and wants to eat you.

Don't move.

After the storm,

the flood,

the wind

shakes the trees

and the muertitas fall like dead leaves.

A few water droplets

can erase you

in an instant.

Help me. Help me.

I'm not dead.

That's how our parents died.

They couldn't breathe that long under water.

Santos.

How are you doing?

Good.

How are you?

-All good for now. -That's great.

Hope it stays that way.

Yeah?

Hey, I called you like five times. Where are you?

Ah shit. Time flew by dude.

Well, get your ass down here. We already ate, but we're still here.

Lucía brought a friend, a hottie. I told her about you. She wants to meet you...

Ok, well...

Send me the details and I'll be there soon.

Careful... careful.

Hot land.

-Too much blah blah blah. -And not enough gloo gloo gloo.

With the left! So it repeats...

-For CRISPR and the genetic revolution! -Genetics!

The one who sings is Colombian

and her name...

her name is Maria Raquel.

Look how my people dance.

How the band plays...

so we can keep having fun, so we can keep partying

till tomorrow.

Get ready.

Salsa dancers!

And as the chorus says...

Dance, dance the way Raquel does!

Mommy, help him!

Grab him!

Mommy, help him!

Grab him!

Help us because we're drowning.

The water is coming into our houses.

Help us.

I am begging... for all the small children... For everyone here.

Mom, come! Mom, please, no!

Mendel, come, climb up! Water is rising!

Hurry!

-Let's go. -Mom!

Climb up, Mendel!

Thanks for coming tonight.

Did you hear about the wild cats in Texas?

I don't spend my time watching CNN.

Dude, about eight of them died.

They can't cross the border because of the highway and all the shit there.

And that asshole still wants a wall. What the fuck?

They don't get it.

They need to fuck with the Mexican cats to prevent inbreeding, dude.

It's obvious dude.

Say goodbye to the lungs of our planet.

Education, human rights...

Quiet, please.

-Shut up, dude. -Shut up, dude.

What the fuck am I doing here?

Fuck it.

I use CRISPR-Cas9 to modify the colors of butterfly wings.

Only a few pigment genes are necessary to change both color and structure of the scales.

Eliminating a control gene like optix explains evolution...

explains biodiversity.

I see something like... a scythe...

and a person with one foot.

A tree.

How about you watch while I kill them!

Fly!

-Hey, wanna go to the soccer field in a bit? -Yeah.

-What time? Around three? -Okay.

Hey, you can't come here.

What's going on? He wants ice cream.

No, he just can't be here.

No, Mendel!

I bet I can 'cause I have superpowers!

No, you can't go through!

This is only for grown ups. Mendel, no!

You can't come! Its forbidden.

Don't move.

This horrendous creature...

doesn't want to grow up,

doesn't want to grow old.

It doesn't know if it belongs on land or in water.

It stayed frozen in time.

It's all set buddy.

They gave me the job in Tucson.

The mecca of Drosophila research.

They called and told me...

they'd give me a start-up fund for the next three years.

Enough for a postdoc and a few rotating PhD students.

What?

That's great, man. Congrats.

It's great.

The Tucson Fly Center is badass!

One hop and you're on the other side eating pork tacos.

You can stop complaining they're not good here.

It's not the Yankees, but I get the Diamondbacks.

Ah?

And Lucía?

She's happy...

but she is staying a bit longer, to finish up a few papers.

She'll join me after.

And you? What's new?

All good. With Bob, we're going to publish optix.

I'm gonna miss you brother.

And Sarah?

Good?

Do you get a hard-on when you're on the trapeze?

Yes or no?

You're an ass.

Go back to your shitty flies and let me work dude.

Mommy, help him!

Grab him!

Help him!

Help him!

Please! To everyone who can see us from other states.

Help us, because we're drowning.

Hi Mendel, how are you?

It's Lupita, your sister-in-law.

I figure you must be really busy with your research

because we haven't heard from you in a while.

I'm sending you this message because Gaby is getting married soon.

We're really happy. Don Gabino is even remodeling the hotel for the party.

I know about your problems with Simón.

If he finds out that I reached out, he'll be upset.

I hope you can make it.

It wouldn't be the same without you.

We're family, no?

Hello? C'mon, man.

Please call me back, bro.

A word to the wise.

Wow. What is that?

It's called grana cochinilla.

-It looks like blood. -Yes.

But it's not.

Imagine painting a butterfly with numbers.

The coloring instructions are written in the genetic code.

Paint number two... red

Paint number one... black.

A cascade effect on color and pattern.

The pigments and the delicate butterfly scales fuse together

creating a mosaic of colors and patterns

This helps the insect hide or attract partners.

When the monarchs arrive to Lake Superior, they don't cross it directly.

They take a little detour in the middle of the lake

and then they continue their journey south.

As if there was something in the middle. Something...

that stopped them from going further.

An obstacle.

They say that in the middle of the lake, there once existed a mountain.

One of the highest in North America.

The mountain is no longer there but the butterflies still remember it.

Grandma?

How old is the forest?

One million years, more or less.

And how can an animal like that create that color?

Well, it's like magic.

The grana cochinilla symbolized the rays of the sun and fire.

People still paint with it.

We met, danced, went for a picnic, kissed, went north and on December 21, 2019, we're getting married.

The rabbit?

A few years ago...

A storm froze about six or seven million butterflies in my town of Angangueo.

Many died

but a few survived like true monarchs.

The first ray of sun touched them

and they began to melt.

We helped a few with our breath. They came back to life

and flew once again.

What would the future look like if we could fly?

I don't know... but can you imagine how much intelligence we would need to do that?

-Maybe by like 2023? -Right.

So how about... when we get to grandma's...

we put glasses on the table and we shoot them with bows.

-Let me help you. -Leave it!

Paco, bring the rest.

Hi uncle.

How are you?

Alright.

Good.

You know what your shirt says?

Umm, no...

That your feet stink.

I'm joking.

How do you feel about your sister getting married?

Pretty cool. They're moving to Toluca.

You also want to go to Toluca?

I want to study in Mexico City.

Like you.

I want to go to the Supernova.

What's that?

It's the best music school in Mexico City.

For me... music is a way of being.

It's another life.

My dad says no.

He thinks music isn't a real career.

But... I want to leave...

and maybe I can drop by to see you in New York.

Sure.

You're always welcomed.

You're very different from dad.

How so?

Well... I don't know.

You just are.

Look at you.

When I was a kid, I admired your dad a lot.

I wanted to be like him.

He was my hero.

He taught me how to ride a horse, bareback.

He taught me how to ride a bike.

So?

Should I bring you coffee or what?

Come on.

Don't continue putting ideas in his head.

I didn't.

Your kids want to fly, dude.

That's not your problem.

We're from the same blood.

I don't want to argue.

Well... things aren't that easy.

No, they're not easy. They'll never be.

You don't get it.

You're my brother!

Mendel. I live here.

You weren't here when we didn't have work, when we didnt have enough to feed your nephews.

I spent two years without work.

And you? With your high life over there.

You don't even have the balls to have your own family. Now you come, judge.

I stayed! You left.

I left with all the demons that you put inside me.

And me!?

I stayed in the house where it all happened!

I don't even remember what happened that night!

All my memories are the ones you put in my head.

The mine filled up with water.

That shit exploded.

A shitload of people died, dude.

And you still go to that shitty place to work every day. Come on man...

Don't fuck with me!

You have no idea what you're talking about!

Good that you can't remember 'cause I do.

I saved you.

You were drowning in your room.

I managed to get in.

I took you upstairs. And I didn't let go of you all night

while the water kept rising.

Why didn't you ever tell me?

Because you don't get it!

'Cause you don't live here.

What's going on here?

Nothing, uncle.

The tables. The tablecloths are ready.

Let's hurry cause its getting late.

Thank you.

No, well, you aimed high.

Not like my people.

Did you find a cure for death?

I'm on it.

Or rather the origin of life, my son.

That's the idea.

But he's not finding anything.

Well, he's following his fathers dreams to make the world a better place.

Right?

My uncle told me you had a revelation madrina.

Ah! You're going to laugh at me. Why do you...

Wait and see. Look.

All this time seeing this magazine in the kiosk

until I decided to buy it.

Look what it says here.

Just look.

That name of yours finally makes sense.

-My namesake. -I understand why your dad insisted so much.

This scientist...

of genetics.

And the articles are good.

The name always seemed so strange to me.

But when you were a boy I never dared to ask.

I learned a lot of things...

Right here. About life... and death.

Look.

Hot land.

Kiss! Kiss!

One more! One more!

The animals are stronger than humans.

I prefer being a lion 'cause they're stronger and smarter...

Shhh... Vicente, they're coming.

Wolf, wolf... Are you there?

Tell me doctor...

What would happen if you combine human and animal genes?

And why would we do that?

Why do you want to know?

I'm interested in my DNA.

The other day, I spit into a tube...

to know the percentage of Neanderthal in me.

The average is 2.7%

I have 2.6%.

I would have guessed at least 8%.

Dust we are...

and to dust we shall return.

Thousands of years ago, the Native American Indians decided to travel south.

The journey was very long and tiresome.

There was a lot of suffering.

So they decided to leave behind the elders and the children

next to a few trees that would protect them.

They were very sad

so God came closer to console them.

"Don't cry anymore."

He turned them into butterflies so they could join their families, who were waiting for them with open arms.

Son of Monarchs

Here we are, in the Sierra Chincua Sanctuary, in the municipality of Angangueo.

My name is Francisco Ambrosio Martinez.

Born in Cerro Prieto.

I am going to sing a song about the little monarch.

This is the little buttterfly coming from Canada.

It has been crossing borders before arriving to Michoacán.