In the Time of the Butterflies Page #4

Let's go.

If the errant is under 18...

...he will be sent to a correctional home...

...or to the countryside

to cultivate the land...

...or do whatever the government decides.

Correct.

Or else he will be returned to his parents

or closest relatives...

...if they compromise to take care of him...

...and make him a productive person.

Do you think we're productive people,

or do you think we're just a pair of fools?

- What do you mean?

- You know.

Maybe we're dreaming of something

that will never happen.

Yeah, maybe.

But I'd rather die finding out...

...than live knowing

I didn't do anything about it.

I, Minerva Mirabal...

...take you, Manolo Tavares,

to be my husband.

I promise to be your lover and your friend,

your ally in conflict and adventure...

...your greatest adversary

and your biggest admirer.

Vivan Manolo y Minerva!

Congratulations.

Thank you very much.

Congratulations.

Doa Minerva Mirabal.

It seems that the university

has treated you well.

Thank you, Jefe.

Fate was kind to you.

I just hope it's all been won'thwhile.

I promised you that I would

allow you to attend law school.

Nothing was said about

allowing you to practice law.

Besides, you're a wife now,

soon to be a mother.

You'll have enough work as it is.

Congratulations.

Figueroa, Esteban.

- Thank you, sir.

- Congratulations.

- Ramirez, Juan.

- Congratulations.

- What is it? What happened?

- He's been planning this all along.

He's been so looking forward

to this moment.

He has other moments coming to him

that he won't enjoy so much.

God bless you, my child.

We tried to keep people informed...

...but Trujillo's regime worked faster

than we could.

He was feeding the people

a dictator's favorite diet:

Bread and fear.

How are you, my love?

Do you want some?

Manolo?

The birth of Minou made me

wanna forget everything.

Do you know where Amarmanos is?

But the killing of my friends

brought me back to reality.

No one was safe.

Go! Go!

They're here!

Manolito!

Minou, how are you?

Patria, I need your help.

I'm going away with Manolo.

I was hoping you could take care

of Minou and Manolito till we get back.

What if you don't come back?

Have you thought of that?

Mama is worried sick about you and Mate,

about what you're doing in the capital.

We're doing what has to be done.

Leaving your children behind?

Is that what has to be done?

I can't be part of anything you're doing.

You choose for yourself,

and I choose for me and for my family.

Then you have to ask yourself what it is

you're choosing for your family.

You can't hide from things

because they are ugly.

Minerva, I'll take care of your children.

Thank you, Sister.

At least tell us where you're going.

It's better if I don't.

When I left Patria's house, I was torn apart.

I couldn't bear to leave my children,

but I wanted them to have a better life.

I pray that they will understand.

Take this one.

Push it all the way to the back.

Careful.

Minerva, what on earth has happened?

I've been prevented from practicing law,

so I'm in the delivery business now.

I need a place to store

some of this fruit for a few days.

Palomino, are you okay?

Palomino, are you all right?

I was so worried about you.

I was worried about myself.

Come on, we have to unload this.

- What is in those crates?

- You don't wanna know.

- What are you going to do with them?

- Bury them.

Here?

Are you crazy? People will see you.

No, let's take them behind my house.

Okay.

- What are you doing to us, Patria?

- I can't turn them away, Pedrito.

It's one thing to take them in...

...and another thing is

to hide their weapons in our land!

They are my sisters,

and this is my father's land.

They will leave the truck and crates here...

...no matter what's inside them,

and no matter what you say.

I'm not going to turn my back on them.

Hi. Go ahead.

We know that some of you in the church

sympathize with movement ideas.

- So what is it you want?

- To join forces and fight back.

You're talking about violence.

No, we're talking about

the church helping us...

...to reach its people

and tell them the truth.

It's not an army we're putting together.

It's everyone.

Students, workers, mothers and fathers,

even some of the rich.

We want to help you

organize your congregation...

...and to contact other priests

to do the same, Father.

We need everyone. There's only so much

Trujillo can do against the church.

Are you with us, Father?

I am.

For too long, our little island has been

clutching to the iron grip of the dictator.

He has smothered resistance...

...and suppressed anyone

who speaks of freedom.

This regime is based on fear,

violence and oppression.

But this time is coming to an end now.

Be careful.

This cause is not just for men,

it is a cause for women, too.

We cannot allow our children

to grow up in this tyranny.

We have to fight against it.

We have to be prepared to give everything,

even our life if it's necessary.

You two, take the dogs to the back.

Break in around the right!

Get another truck around back.

Minerva Mirabal.

- The Butterflies are alive.

- Silence!

- I am alive, too. Nicolas is alive.

- Esteban is alive.

- Cayetano is alive.

- Manolo!

Is Manolo alive?

- Let's go!

- Manolo!

I'll make this easy for you.

I want the names

of everyone in your group.

The names.

Do you want to see

your husband die right here?

Funny, the things I forgot.

And now I'm struggling

to remember to keep myself alive.

My father's eyes. Lio's voice.

My childrers laughter.

Manolo's hands. Love, justice.

Your family is safe and well.

Your husband is alive,

but he's being transferred.

I don't know where.

- Who are you?

- Long live the Butterflies.

"Inside a secret place in the huge houses

"The mattresses asleep in the past

"The bitter green valley seen from above

from the hidden glass

"All adolescence getting wet and burning

"Like an oil lamp dropped in the rain

"The perfume like an acid sword,

plums in the road"

I thought you'd never come back.

What did they do to you?

Nothing. Just left me alone for a while.

There is a donkey pulling a flower can't.

What color is the donkey?

He's gray and chubby.

It's a fat little donkey

with long, floppy ears.

Minerva, come and look!

You have to look.

I've come for your bucket.

Long live the Butterfly.

Bless you, sister.

What is it?

"Venezuelan President Romulo Betancourt

has filed charges...

"... with the Organization

of American States...

"... claiming the Dominican government

was involved with an attempt on his life. "

It's happening.

It's finally happening.

Don't be afraid of them.

They're investigating

the treatment of political prisoners.

But remember, there are microphones.

I am Roberto Arroyo of Colombia.

We represent

the Organization of American States.

Seorita Mirabal, what's your cell like?

Comfortable.

Have you, or any other prisoners,

been tortured?

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