Los sobrevivientes (1979) - full transcript

Mama!

Ramiro this can't be!

Mama! You don't have any right
to take her away from us.

She's my mother and she's
going with me. She wants to.

She's my mother, too.

She's going with me.
She's...

Mr. Vicente Cuervo.

Leave her alone.
Stay out of this.

Where've you gone, Mama?
Let's go now! Let's go!

Let's go!

Ramon, for God's sake, Ramon;



I've only got one mother...

The Survivors

Ramon's departure leaves
a void in our family.

Vicente Cuervo is
with us tonight

because I have decided
to reward his loyalty,

his integrity.

From now on, in addition to
administering the liquor plant,

he will be the attorney
for the Orozco estate...

A toast to our family's
staying together.

As long as the confusion
that surrounds us remains.

Let us promise God
that we will hold out.

In this besieged fortress.

Let us drink to it.

Mr. Cuervo was appointed



the attorney of the estate
of the Orozco family.

No, I already said that.
That's a redundancy.

Take it all out.
It's already been taken out.

All the members of the
Orozco family have been

very pleased by
Mr. Cuervo's appointment.

What do you think?
Stupendous!

Perfect!

Good morning.
- Good morning. How are you?

You are as lovely as ever.

You must read what
I wrote about you.

Ah, I'm very grateful.

Where is Don Sebastian?

With Father Henriquez in the
patio. Fino, go with him.

Excuse me.

Please forgive us
for interrupting you.

I leave you in good hands.
Thank you.

We were talking of
the need to organize

some recreational and
educational activities.

Something to keep
our spirits up and strengthen

our beliefs, something
to hold off contamination.

And boredom-
especially among the young.

The Devil uses idle hands.

Fill their minds with
higher, cleaner thoughts.

"Mens Sana in corpore sano,"
the Classics said.

We must be concerned with this.

We must have contests
and give prizes.

Don't you think so, Vicente?

And think of everything.

We must know what's
happening outside.

What?

I mean, we must watch
what course things take.

We only hear about
expropriations,

nationalizations...

And nothing's stopped them.

They can't go very far.
Don't worry.

The U.S. has already cut off
its sugar purchases.

Let's not harbor many hopes.
God knows how far it'll go.

Do you think this is communism?

Well, if it is not.
It's very close.

They already seized part
your land, Don Sebastian.

They've promised indemnity.
Let's see it first.

Let us trust in God.
- Amen.

Moreover you don't know if

you'll see your money
from the mortgages.

And I must say it,
your brother was very astute:

When he left he took
all that was his and

everything that was
your mother's.

Ramon, the baby of the family.
Mama always spoiled him.

The best you can do
is sell everything you own

for whatever it will bring;
Farm, apartments, the lot!

Sell, you say?

Yes, the only real thing
is money in your pocket.

We must be prepared for
any madness they dream up.

But, Vicente, the land

was given to Gonzalo Orozco
over 400 years ago.

Who could establish
any claim to it?

As for the apartments, I didn't

take them away from anybody.
It'd be illegal...

It involves more than
legality or illegality.

They have the power.
That is so.

Now, Pascual! You, too?

Things aren't that catastrophic.

Revolutions are like Saturn:
They devour their offspring.

That, too, is so.

They have unleashed
the powers of darkness,

as Father Henriquez said
a moment ago.

This is a temporary
chastisement of this people

for its corruption
and lack of principles.

For us, it will be no more

than yet another test
in our long history.

Do not forget; Sometimes
the just pay for the sinners.

They don't care
if you're to blame or not.

Bah!

That's why you shouldn't
run unnecessary risks.

There's time to save something

- a lot, I would say.
With the money...

Oh, money, money, money.

Look, Vicente,
money isn't everything.

Well, naturally, but...

Gonzalo Orozco
discovered America

along with Christopher Columbus.

And was the first
conquistador of this land.

His many children,

following the glorious
example of their father,

attacked all the savages who

didn't want Spanish culture
to flower on this island.

Then they brought in the blacks.

Oh, man; Don Sebastian and
Mr. Vincente are talking about

sodomy and gonorrhea
and the avenging plague.

Huh?
- Yes, sir!

It's the Avenging Angel.
And they talked about

a slave farm.

Slaves? He's crazy.

Lies, lies! Those days
are long gone.

I heard 'em.

Hermenegildo, you've
flipped your lid.

OK, say its lies. They
talked about what they lost

in the nationalization
of the liquor plant...

They're

up to something;
They aren't stupid.

So, I...
- You what?

I keep my cool...

They're big changes on, but

I'll keep the money coming in.

Money, money.

Long as these hands can work,
they'll work for free.

A dumb nigger like me...

These breasts gave the milk
for Master Julio,

for Manuel, For Miss Fina...
Fresh!

Julito, Finita,

Bartolomé...

Where have they gone?
You're going to get it!

Its bath time.
Every day...

Leave that; Let's go.
Come on!

We too, can have a Buick.

Scoundrels!

Rogues!

Thieves!

What hurts me the most
is their ingratitude.

We'll call the police.

Let it go, its no use.

They'll investigate;
The police will come.

I'd rather walk than
suffer that indignity.

Sebastian is right.

The laws don't protect
decent people any more.

Are we at the mercy
of the servants, then?

Are you letting them
do as they please?

Will you let them walk off
with the cars, the silver

and the family mementos, Papa?

Don Sebastian, things
will return to normal.

The point is to survive
this period the best we can.

But

we have to show
the servants that here,

in the house of the Orozcos,
everything is just the same

No, not "the same" - better!
Much better!

Listen to this:

Do you remember what happened

when the refineries wouldn't
refine the Russian oil?

Well, they were taken over.

And when the Americans
withdrew the sugar quota?

The Cuban Telephone Company,

Texaco, Esso,
the Tunicu Sugar Co.,

the Manati Sugar Co.
The Punta Alegre Sugar Co.

And the United Fruit Co.
Were nationalized.

And when the OAS denounced
this red "Cuban" government?

Then came the Declaration
of Havana...

Well, then.
Vicente Cuervo,

propose beating them
at their own game.

Do they want to show they're
more communist every day?

Well, we'll live better
every day.

Do they take the land and
factories away from us?

We'll do business
under their noses.

And bring in whiskey,
brandy and caviar.

No, not caviar!- ham!

Big fat steaks
- and champagne.

Vicente!

Careful, don't break it.
That stuff's fragile.

Pepe, how are you?
- Fine!

Mission accomplished! Here's
the bills and all the stuff.

Did you bring everything?
- Even fish for the cat!

Watch out.

But, listen, its getting
worse and worse.

Now they have
those "committees".

"Committees"?
- Yeah.

"for the Defense of the
Revolution."

Nosey as hell.

It's getting so
you can't stand it.

Any problems?

Who, me?!
I never have any problems.

All you gotta do is get the
hand of the system, got it?

Capitalism, socialism
- same difference to me.

Same goes for feudalism.
- You're really sharp!

Don Sebastian... Pepe!

Don Sebastian, this is
Pepe Antonio.

Oho! Pleased to Meatcha,
Senator.

I'm not a senator.
I'm a Marquess.

Marquess? Betcha that's
even better.

Well, I tell ya, ya know
I'll be glad to help out.

Pepe can be trusted fully.
Yes, yes I see.

Do you think this'll last long?

We have to be prepared, Pascual.

Its better to have plenty
than to run short.

Leave it there.

Well, Marquess, there you are.

My name is Sebastian Orozco.

Then all that Marquess stuff
was just pulling my leg?

That's what you were up to,
eh Papa?

Still an' all anybody can see
he has class, a real gent.

Vicente, please take
care of this gentleman

and have everything
stored quickly.

Excuse me.
- Be my guest.

Vicente, are any more trucks
coming?

No, no, no. We have enough.

Today the Americans
decreed a total embargo.

A blockade! Wait til they
begin to get hungry outside.

Here, we'll have the servants
eating out of our hands.

Yesterday, the day
of the Virgin of Grace.

The bountiful lady Fina Orozco,

opened a well stocked
general store.

Now with no need to leave
the Orozco family estate,

the servants may acquire
at modest prices

and with all kinds of facilities

the exquisite delicacies
and fine liqueurs

displayed enticingly
on its shelves...

Today we celebrate
a small victory.

Outside there are
prophesies of calamities,

But here inside,
we will lack for nothing.

Our good friend Vicente
has shown intelligence

and foresight.

A toast to Vicente,

and to all who keeps
our family united.

The we'll have to toast
the Revolution

that has us locked in here.

No? Me alone then.

Delicious!

Anyone can tell
you like the best.

Yes, but who doesn't like
this aroma

and champagne
and little "extras"?

Not everybody
can have "extras."

What about you?

Well, if you say so...

Oh, but what did you think?

I just wanted to tell you,

with all respect,

that you are
very beautiful tonight.

Ah, flatterer!
No, I mean it; I'm serious.

Oh, how kind you are!
Thank you.

It may be the
satisfaction of this evening

or the eyes with which
you look at me...

You've eaten, drunk and smoked.

Are you satisfied?

Well, not completely...

Fina
- Yes.

I wanted to tell you
I like you very much...

Oh, feel how my heart
is throbbing! Ahhh.

Oh, Vicente!

Poor little chess knight.

Papa, the king.
Mama, the queen.

Uncle Pascual,

he's the bishop...

Quiet. You'll be seen.

Manuel, the castle. Yes,
with all his silliness.

Manuel will stay in the game
to the end.

And you? A pawn, a piece
to be sacrificed...

Chess is a man's game.

Women are fruits.

They are made for love.

Not all of them, though.
Not all.

There's so little love
in the world.

What's missing?

Look!

There is the answer
the night gives me.

Yes! Yes!

Grow and multiply!

Love one another!

Father, the Cuervos
are already moving

into the trunk
of the Orozco family.

You might have waited a little.

Now, now, daughter.

Don't get upset.

Its just that I
couldn't resist...

What?! Did Vicente force you?
I can't believe it.

No, it was I who forced him.

Its just that I couldn't resist.

The itch.

The hallowed precinct
was beautifully adorned

with a floral decoration.

The bride's figure was swathed

in a new creation of ivory lace.

Her jewelry: Costly earrings
and a necklace of diamonds,

the gift of her father,
the Marquess of Pena Seca.

Following the ceremony, the
happy couple was seen off

with tears of joy
and a shower of rice.

The brief honeymoon was spent
on the palatial grounds,

after which the couple was
welcomed home with joy

by the family and servants.

Mrs Fina Orozco de Cuervo
was radiant

in an old rose
wedding-traveling outfit.

And, now that the U.S. has
broken off relations,

we are at the mercy
of the Comintern.

I never thought they'd
do such a thing.

It's in character.
All they care about is money.

And now they can't make
any profits here...!

Don't worry, Don Sebastian.

The revolutionaries'
days are numbered.

When the U.S.
breaks relations!

They'll send troops and
zap! Back to the old ways!

But, even so, we're going to
take precautions.

Any problems, Vicente?

Complete success!

To fool them, I left
200 pesos in the account.

Let's go inside.

Here is all your money,

safe from any
freezing of accounts.

We thank You, Lord,
for our daily bread.

When're you going to learn
to sip soup quietly?

What if its hot?
- Wait til it cools off.

And don't blow on it!

No, Finita, with the spoon.

When the soup has meat
or vegetables in it,

use your spoon.

I don't like it!
Try it.

I don't want any!

Don't be so hard on her.
She's very young.

Good manners must be learned
from the cradle.

But if she doesn't like it...
- She has to learn!

Good manners and discipline
are out best defense

against the excesses
and surround us.

But the soup has
a strange taste.

It's American soup.

American soup?

Who brought it?

I didn't want to tell you.
Ramon sent it.

Lola, how could you?

For a mess of pottage,
or whatever,

you accepted...

In short, I think that this...

American... soup
will give me indigestion.

Bring me my glasses, Fermin.

So you've blocked my attack, eh?

I've been studying up
on defenses lately.

After all, resistance
has its charms.

Do you think we can hold out?

You are the king.

I'm just a knight
who laughs with sad eyes.

An unimportant piece.

One that almost never survives.

Now, now don't be pessimistic.

We Orozcos never lost out

since we set food
in these lands.

Of course we will hold out.

Mama!
- Lola!

Mama!

What happened to her?
- Mama!

Lola, what's the matter?

A letter from Ramon.

What does it say?
- It says:

"The last wish
of our beloved mother"

was to be buried in Cuba.

We decided the best way
to carry out her wish

in spite of Castro
would be to send

"her ashes
in packets of soup..."

Grandma!

Be calm, son; Be calm.

It's not too late...

Our society was dealt
a great loss

with the death of
Dona Cristina Alvarez Fuste

widow of Avelino Orozco

general in
the War of Independence.

On departing this world, she
leaves many pleasing memories

of her kind nature
and great heart.

Following a long and
torturous path, her ashes

have returned to the land
that witnessed her birth

and will serve to enrich it

so the noble, high principles
of her family

will continue to flower-
this family now weeping

for this exemplary wife,
beloved mother

and self-sacrificing
grandmother.

Thanks be to God!
They're here!

They're here at last!

They're here!
Here at last!

Communique number 1:

Air and sea landing forces

are attacking several points

in the southern part of
Las Villas Province.

They came to grab the land
the Revolution gave us.

A toast!

Let us raise our glasses
to the beginning of the end!

Forces of the Rebel Army
and the National Militias

seized the last positions
that the mercenary forces

has occupied
in national territory.

Playa Giron, the last point
the mercenaries held,

fell at 5.30 p.m.

The Revolution has won,

though at a high cost in
invaluable lives of fighters

who opposed the invaders and
attacked them incessantly,

without any letup,
destroying in just 72 hours

the army the imperialist
U.S. Government

had been organizing
for many months...

Forward

forward.

Forward, heroic guerrillas!

March forward guerrillas...

But we will hold out here.

We have to prepare
for the worst.

Excuse me, Don Sebastian.
Pardon my interrupting.

What is it?

I would like to ask
your permission to...

To...?
Tell me what is it.

I'd like your permission to
baptize my son with your name.

Sebastian?

Sebastiancito, eh?

But what if its a girl?
- No!

Oh, if you only knew...
No! It will be a boy.

He will look like you-
another Sebastian Orozco.

What about your last name?
That'll be only an initial:

Sebastian C. Orozco.

It doesn't sound very good...

No, it really doesn't.

I'm sorry, but...
Let's wait a little.

Maybe it'll be a girl.

What time is it?
- 11:55

For God's sake pray.
Pray with all you've got.

Our Father Who art in heaven...

Drink this. It'll make you push
even your guts out.

No, no! Give me that.
My God!

Let me be; I know
what I'm doing.

There's only minutes left.
Can't you do something?

This is a normal birth.

Don't you realize
soon it'll be too late?

Nature's like that.
He'll come when he's ready.

Oh, Doctor, please!
Doctor, the forceps!

Madam, my Hippocratic oath!

It's born!
Its the Revolution!

Let me see!

Oh! Let me stay with my girl!

You've got to do something!

Call on the spirits.
Only 1 minute left.

Light and progress, brother;
Forward, brother;

Forward light and progress,
light and progress...

Feet first!

Thanks be to God!
Pull it! No, Orozco

could be on July 26th!

It's a boy!
A boy!

She did it!

A boy.

A boy! A boy?

No matter,

its the Orozcos who write
the history of the Orozcos...

At 11:59 pm.

On July 25, 1961.

Sebastian C. Orozco
by the grace of God

emerged to the light of life
after a sweet serene birth.

A boy, Don Sebastian!
I knew it!

Yes, yes!

Do you renounce the Devil?
- I renounce him.

And all his works?
- I renounce them.

And all his forms?
I renounce him.

Vicente.

What is it?
- Come here.

What is it?

The government people
have changed all the money.

What's that?

Well, its the same money
but with different patriots.

Ours-
- isn't worth a red cent.

They're changing the money.
They've robbed us.

They'll take everything.
They'll come in this house.

They'll treat me
like Marie Antoinette...

Just a minute, Father!
- Yes?

We must pause.

We mustn't interrupt
saving this child's soul.

Father, go on with the rite
until the Communists arrive.

They aren't coming.

What they're doing is
issuing new money.

If we don't change our money,
we'll be ruined.

Go on with the ceremony.

But...
- Please reflect:

If we hurry, each of us
can change 10,000 pesos.

Of course.

I'll help you.

Just a minute!
Where are you going?

How can you behave like this?

Aren't you ashamed
of yourselves?

For a handful of money, you're
ready to profane this rite.

Father Henriquez, Father!

Where is the Father?
Father,

Father, Father...

Father!

Father, you aren't leaving?
I must pack

Anyway, he's
in the hands of God.

Do you think he will suffer
many years in purgatory?

Nonsense! Nonstop to heaven!
He's had his purgatory here!

Father and...?
- You, too, nonstop!

We've all earned it

Each year of the Revolution
cancels out 1000 in purgatory!

Don't bother.
I know the way. Goodbye.

Who will come to say Mass
and read us the Gospel?

To whom will you entrust us?
Father Boza?

He's leaving too.
- No!

Really, just now
I can't think of anybody.

Just between us,
those who're staying...

They keep saying that
Christ was a revolutionary.

But you can't abandon us
like this...

Why don't you live with us?
No, no. Let me think...

But, of course!

You are the one called
to be my successor.

There is the Bishop Orozco.
And Fray Teofilo, a martyr.

Their blood runs in your veins.

Father... Do you think
it could be possible?

You know... I am...
chaste.

Yes, of course. Moreover
you are a saint.

Take heart!

But won't I have to fill in
an application blank?

Don't worry about it.
In case of extremity...

Here, you are in
a special situation.

Don Pascual,
consecrate yourself!

No one is more deserving
of the cassock.

Pull yourself together!
- Father!

It has been our lot
to live in a fateful time.

It seems the Most High only
extends His hand to harm us.

But,

woe to him who thinks this!

I have donned this habit

not out of pride...
The Lord knows this well.

I have done so to remind you
that only

the fear of God can keep us
together inside these walls,

that only discipline
will enable us to hold out

until the chaos
all around us is ended...

These are times of cloisters,

of sacrifice and of austerity;

Of fasting and of abstinence...

This is a new flood!

And the floodgates of heaven
were opened

and it rained for 40
days and 40 nights.

And God remembered Noah

and every living thing that
was with him in the ark.

And God made a wind
to pass over the earth

and the waters as waged.

Oh Lord, I can't see even
a little bit of land.

I shall send forth
a raven to search.

And Noah sent forth the raven,

which went forth
and did not return.

The days passed

and the just and pious Noah
sent forth a dove...

The dove returned with
an olive leaf in her mouth

to show Noah that
they were near land.

I set my bow in the cloud
as a covenant with

the survivors of the Flood...

It will remind me
not to send another flood.

No, no, no. God meant

it was a flood of water.

You must change that ending,
Manuel.

You must make it
much more forceful.

I don't believe
God promised anything.

Aren't we in the presence
of a new Flood?

What's holding her up?

The baby's crying.
I can't!

Hold your breath!

What about Julio?
Isn't he coming?

God willing, he'll
repent in time.

Oh, my Julio!

I'll try to convince him.
Help her get down.

Hurry, Dona Lola!
The baby's crying.

Julio! Listen to
the latest news:

The Americans've issued
an ultimatum.

Castro shot down a U.S. plane.
Come to the shelter...

Take it easy!

We can always find
a new reason for a toast.

Here.
- No, thanks.

Come on, come on!
To universal happiness!

This way, we include
yours, mine and

that of all the poor fools
who harbor dreams.

No need to be selfish.

Why stay here?

What do I lose by it?

Look, I'm not an alarmist,
but the fuse is lit.

We are on the brink
of nuclear war!

You know what?

Everything might be better
if millions were killed.

Man would go back to a cave

and would have a chance
to choose his destiny.

I bet he wouldn't sign
any social contract.

Do what you want!

What a joke it would be
if nothing happened!

"Every man is born, dreams
his dream and then Di..."

Here, the great chain
of freedom,

broadcasting from Cuba,
free territory in America...

This is too much! How can we
know what's happening?

The radio always says
the same thing.

We haven't even heard
any cannon shots.

Maybe its like I read:
We're dead and don't know it.

Don't blaspheme!

Why can't the Avenging Angel
use poison gas?

I'm going
on a reconnaissance mission.

No. No.

Let's do things properly.

Nicanor!
- Yes?

Go and get some soft drinks
and ice. It's very hot.

Right away!

Noah first sent forth
a bird with black feathers.

How long are we going to wait?

Manuel, you will be the dove.

Go forth and fly!

Do me the favour of getting
out of here immediately.

Want a slice of ham?

Its very good ham!

You must behave properly.

We have guests.

Forward, gentlemen.

Come on, you can leave
the shelter now.

The Apocalypse has been
put off yet again.

Heretic, how dare you question
the words of our Lord?

The day is upon us when
we'll go forth to the light.

But you will sink farther
into the mud and ignominy.

That is what your pride
will get you!

All who wanted to be saved,
return to the shelter...

Come on, everybody,
to the shelter; Follow me.

You will enter the kingdom
of heaven, my daughter!

Come on;

Come on over here.

All who want to
stuff themselves, follow me.

This was all we could save
from their insanity.

Save, eh?

Listen now to what I say:

The sardine ate the shark today.

Listen now to what I say:

The sardine ate the shark today.

Love me, my darling,

oh, my sweet love;

Whom I will love always,

I, with your kisses.

And your caresses.

All of my suffering...

They just told me.

They don't feel like working.

Look at this mess!

You don't understand,
Vicente Cuervo.

You only understand
numbers and accounts.

You don't understand
the need for pleasure

that has accumulated
for thousands of years.

Every one of the
Ten Commandments

is a fetter placed on man.

Every law of society is a chain.

I think I've heard that before.

You sound just like
the people outside, Julio.

I'm sorry for you; You're
a domesticated animal.

You see no difference
between water and wine.

You are much closer than I am

to the one you call
" the people outside."

Wine has flowed down the stairs.

Meat rots in the gardens
and in the servants bellies.

Why don't you go
tell them to get to work?

Its your place to do it.

They've had centuries
of oppression.

You have to give them time.
Maybe tomorrow...

Tomorrow it'll be worse, because

they'll be used to it.

In a week they'll throw us out.

Reflect Julio! There are
hardly any provisions,

and this is war:

The ones outside against us,
we who are here inside.

If we can hold out
and maintain order here,

we will win.

The you and I,

the only ones who do
any thinking in this house,

will be the ones who...

How can you forget
you are an Orozco?

How petty! How insignificant
the world is!

A cocktail of ambition,
selfishness and calculation!

My spirit is too big for
such a narrow era!

And I? What can I do?

Well, paradise is over.

If you want to eat you'll
have to work, understand?

Poor devils!

You'll never know that
we almost achieved it.

For a moment, we were happy,

as far as we could see.

Yes I know; I am an Orozco.

So much the better!

All the pleasure will be mine!

And you, Vicente Orozco
will write a speech.

You know how to do these things.

A speech that will make them
work for us

out of hope and fear.

They could work our fields
and get a part of the crop.

We need a good
protector of the faith.

I'll delegate some power
to my Uncle Pascual

so he can scare them a little.

We'll have to buy oxen,
plows, equipment.

Remind them that
there's rationing outside

and that, out there,
everyone works on Sunday.

Promise them that, when
the Revolution collapses

- but don't set any
time limit-

and everything
returns to normal,

we'll give them posts
in Customs, the casinos

and even the police force.

I want that speech right now!

The Orozco family
is pleased to offer

a toast to the enchanting
'jeune fille', Finita V. Orozco

on her 15th birthday.

A torrent of joy...
Very good! Very good!

Drink up!

Happy birthday, Finita.

And now, to dance!

Dance! Music!

Look how he squeezes her.

Keep an eye on him.
Don't exaggerate, Fina.

Remember, Bartolomé is
Julio's heir.

He's a cur!

All I want is her happiness.

But, since she's not
your daughter...!

Why are you like this?
Come on, let's dance.

When I was her age, I was at
the Sacred Heart in Boston.

What a time that was!

Oh, Vicente, I'm afraid.

Last night, I had
a terrible dream.

I dreamed I cleaned the house.

It was full of dust
and spider webs,

and Julio laughed. He
abased me, as if I were Cuca.

Relax, my dear.
It was only a nightmare.

Yes, but he has always hated me.

When I was a little girl,

he made me eat a lizard.

And he liked to feel me.

So, when I saw Bartolomé
with Finita...

They're calling us.
Let's go in.

How do I look?
- Enchanting.

Tonight, in addition to
my niece's birthday,

we are celebrating
an important family event.

It gives me great pleasure
to announce the betrothal

of my son Bartolomé
and my niece Finita.

Don't kill him!

What's going on?

Tie him up.
Tie him up!

Didn't that black bitch
say anything else?

Only that they can't stand it
any more and are leaving.

Take this and go find Valentin.

Try not to attract
any attention.

Piles of Orozcos
poring over these papers

as if there weren't
anything else to do...

Five centuries of Orozcos.

There won't be a sixth one!

Julio!

What are you doing, Julio?

My God, the archives!

I must pull them out
by the roots!

Like weeds! Out! Out!
All of it out!

No servants and no masters!

The fall of the house of Orozco!

Hail Mary, full of grace;

The Lord is with you,
and you are blessed-

He is my son. It's horrible.
Couldn't we...?

Mama, Mama.

In 5 minutes, he has destroyed
all our history.

Centuries and centuries.
It'll take years to restore.

Its just lucky
I have it all here.

He's crazy!

I've always said he was crazy.

He could kill somebody any day.

He has no respect!
He's... a...

A drunk.
But he's my son.

This is a crisis.

And as if this weren't enough,

a great danger threatens.

The servants are planning
to run away at midnight.

I ask for a free hand!

Good. Hurry.

We'll have to catch them
off guard.

Hey, you know it wasn't easy
bringing this stuff in.

An' I gotta remind you:
You still owe me.

All right; Everything
will be worked out.

We ain't had problems yet,

but I gotta have that money now.

If the people outside ever
found out about this...!

They aren't going to
find out, Pepe Antonio.

Grab him!
- Hey, what's this?!

Just a minute, buddy.
Listen this is Pepe, pal...

Hey! This is a helluva way...

Buddy, Vicen...
What's going on, pal?

Don Vicente. Let's go!

Where're you taking me? Hey!
Wait! Hey, gimme a chance!

Shit! No. Hey, Vicente...

Today, we are initiating
an era of order and progress.

Those whose destiny
in the world is to serve,

work and produce enough wealth.

For their own sustenance
and our own

let themselves be seduced
by foreign ideas

and prepared to desert,
to abandon

their sacred obligations
to this house.

Ingrates!

Therefore and to break
the chaos that threatens us,

we have been forced to
take the reins of power.

The rebellion has been crushed.

The sacred destiny
of the Orozco family,

illuminated by the brilliant
torch of Don Sebastian,

of whose spiritual legacy
we are depositories

has been saved.

We will guide this ship surely

through the stormy sea
that surrounds us

and bring it to a safe port

with a safe hand.

Long live the Orozco family!
Long may it live!

Get moving!

Go on! Hurry up!

On the ground?
Get moving!

Look: Aurora's fainted!

Get her up!
We've got to move her!

Who gave you permission
to knock off?

Get back to work!

Big shot eh?
Throwing your weight around.

Move it!

Let's go. Come on, move.
You, too. Go to the house!

Get back to work!

I'm a young girl.
Very pretty.

Sadness is unknown to me.

I'm a young girl, very pretty.

Sadness was unknown to me.

But last night
- oh's the pity-

I don't know what came over me:

While dancing to a ditty
my heart beat loud and free.

Can't hold out any more.
All done for.

OK, but we're leaving them
without any tools.

And they're leaving us
without any ribs.

That's their problem!

If they kill us, they won't eat.

Who would have thought it?

If Don Sebastian were alive,
none of this would happen.

It's all your fault
cause you're lazy.

But I... Well...

Everything's upside down and
going sideways, like a crab.

And slavery's back!

I don't even know my name,

but it isn't the same
being a slave as being free.

Here! Take this and run away.

A file!

I'm a young girl, very pretty.

Sadness was unknown to me.

But last night
- oh's the pity-

I don't know what came over me:

While dancing to a ditty
my heart beat loud and free.

Ah, I think that it is filthy.

Because love has come to me.

It must be; Oh, it must be.
Have no doubts;

Love's come to me.

Hey, I don't know how
to work it.

This? All you do is
squeeze it here.

Surrender!

Throw down your arms!
You're surrounded!

The lives of those who give
themselves up will be spared.

Run for it!
We'll cover you!

Revolution!

The storming of the Bastille.

Liberty, equality, fraterni-

Hey, "buddy"!

Every man is born,
dreams his dream

and then dies.

Rest in peace.

Julio and Bartolom‏e,
bring the dogs.

Charge!

We give You thanks,
Almighty God,

for granting us this food

so we may continue
serving You on this earth.

What food, Uncle?
- Don't be disrespectful

To what? To Uncle Pascual,
to you, to the table, to God?

Shut up. You certainly do
take after your father.

Luckily, Bartolom‏e
is different.

But the table's bare.
Somebody has to bring-

-The quarry.

Let us behave as if
the food were here.

We must trust in
Divine Providence.

Faith can move mountains.

But we must act.

What was that, heretic?

All action is wrong, because

to wish to be active
is to offend God.

Who is the only One
Who should act.

But we don't have to
take it literally, do we?

But, Uncle,
what should we do then?

Very simple:

We'll work.
Julito's right.

I supposed you mean
you young people, right?

Let him work if he wants to.

What did he say?
- Work

"Behold the fowls of the air:"

For they sow not,
neither do they reap,

nor gather into barns;

"Yet your heavenly Father
feedeth them."

St. Matthew,
Chapter 6, Verse 26.

But "In the sweat of thy face
shalt thou eat bread."

Genesis, Chapter 3, Verse 19
And He said that first.

Yes, but He was
inexperienced them.

How are we going to survive, Uncle?

My God. What have we come to!
There's no authority.

What we need is a man
with some guts, like Vicente.

We've always had them.
- We have?

I know how to carry out
my historic responsibility.

I'm hungry.

What's that?
- He's hungry.

Yes, hungry. You are, too.
We have to do something.

If we have to work,
well, we'll work!

Who's going to work?

Everybody!
- Me?! I'd rather die!

Those of us who are older

can dedicate ourselves to
administrative work,

intellectual work,
to organizing.

There's nothing
to organize here.

But what about planning?
And bookkeeping?

Nothing like that needs doing.

There's nothing to buy or sell.

Working means producing.
He who doesn't work won't eat.

That's Communism!

I knew that those ideas
would creep into this house.

Oh, Vicente!
How we need you!

Here it is!

Will you work?

Excuse me.

I'm too old
to learn how to work.

I can hardly move.
What can I do?

Grandma,

I've read that,
when the Eskimos get old

and can't work, they just
walk away and disappear.

And they die?

Well...?

Don't worry, Mama. You can

frighten away the birds
that eat the crops.

What should I do?
We'll see.

But I can hardly walk.
I'm very old.

The youngsters will do
the hunting and plowing.

You old people

Will do the cleaning.
But look, Manolito,

I can't move a finger.

No, don't tie it too tight.

Hold him.

Let him go. Let him go.

Uncle!

And now who's going to marry
Finita and me?

You will!

Yes... yes.

And Dona Lola?

Mama!

No meat, eh?

The cartridges ran out.

I'll hunt with bullets,
but there aren't many left.

This was all we could find.

There's less every day.
- Yes.

This reminds me of when
the Admiral was shipwrecked.

Uncle, when is the wedding
going to be?

What wedding?
- Mine and Finita's.

I'd forgotten!

How about May?

May's a perfect month
for weddings.

Oh yes! May, how pretty,

the month of flowers.
What month is this?

I don't want to be married.

Not to Bartolomé or anyone else.

If not to me, to whom
could it be?

Nothing?

Why do you write so much, Uncle?

Do you know how
it's all going to end?

I'm already getting to the end.

I don't want anybody else
to write it for me.

For one thing,
its a matter of style.

Intercede with the Most High
to lift this punishment.

Oh, Sebastian Orozco!

You who were so good on earth,

you who are always with us.

Give us a sign!

It cooked her.