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I am pleased to meet you all. Oh! Father Damaso! The parish priest of San Diego. No! I can't! No! MY CHILDREN! This priest..! The one I avoid the most! A disrespectful and ungrateful priest! Worthless.. ..MY LIFE! [Intro music begins] [Intro music ends] Dreams.. Lights and darkness. In the depths of darkness, Perhaps… many are suffering. Many are silent yet perishing. Yes, fear and anguish live on. I will wait for the day when all this passes. Far from failure and oppression. So you, my enemies, foreigners, do not touch me. Noli Me… Tangere! [Thunder rumbles in the sky] ..My mother! Why did you give birth to me with a curse? I beg you to take me.. and return me to where you are! With the Lord God! Where I will no longer be hurt! I am tired of living! Oh, my mother! Come and fetch your only child.. With the angels..! And the Saints.. Worthless… ..MY LIFE! [The rain continues to pour, accompanied by thunder in the sky] [Narrator] One evening in his home… [sound of breaking plates] Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Wait, you clumsy fools! This country is annoying! The governance here is clearly very different from the governance in Madrid! And what I dislike even more, it's full of Indios. I really dislike Indios! I endured two years of eating rice and bananas in the town of San Diego as Parish Priest. But when I was brought here, only a few old people and hermanos terceros escorted me! Ungrateful people. Be careful, Father Damaso, because you are under the roof of an Indio! He is right, Reverencia. Kapitan Tiago might get offended. Tiago has long stopped considering himself an Indio. Far, far from those disrespectful people. I'm sure what happened to them isn't as bitter as what happened to me. Oh! You've just wasted your time coming here. You won't see anything but tinola at the feast.. and you'll even sleep without satisfaction. Gentlemen! I am pleased to introduce the son of my late friend, Don Rafael. Who could be the guest with Don Santiago? It is Juan Crisostomo Ibarra! I am pleased to meet you all! Oh! Father Damaso! The parish priest of San Diego. I am glad to see an old friend of my father again. Uhh, I think I might be mistaken. Forgive me, Reverencia. You are not mistaken. But your father was never my close friend. So, you are the son of the late Don Rafael? May the happiness that was denied him be yours. Gracias, Señor. Your father was a good man. I knew and often met your father, and I can say he was one of the most respectable and loyal citizens of the Philippines. Thank you very much! Your praises for him dispelled my doubts about what happened to him, even though I, his son, knew nothing. Dinner is ready, Señor and Señora. Son, come here. I really cooked tinola for you, knowing you haven't tasted it for a long time. Servant, bring in the soup. Hey, you! Bring that here. Pronto. (Hurry up.) Did you know that of all the dishes in Las Filipinas, tinola is my favorite? Es muy delicioso! (It is very delicious!) Can you stop the music?! It's deafening! Let your instruments rest for a while. Señor Ibarra, you studied in Europe for seven years. It's good that you haven't forgotten Las Filipinas. No, even though it seems our country has forgotten me. Qué quieres decir? (What do you mean?) I was gone for almost a year, so I haven't received any news here, not even about San Diego. So, until now, I don't know the real reason for my father's disappearance. Don Ibarra, where were you in Europe? It seems you haven't been receiving telegrams? Ah, perdonadme (forgive me), Señor and Señora. But, so that our conversation doesn't become sad, especially since we are in the midst of merriment. Just answer this, Señor. What remarkable things did you see in the countries you visited? Is that European education? People are silenced as if they are… Mudo. (Mute.) I only noticed that… the prosperity or poverty of the citizens in a town corresponds to its prosperity. Or perhaps its lack thereof. Is that all you learned? You spent so much time in Europe. You didn't remember anything else from there. He was always like that, affectionate, since we were children. Oh dear! I hope you accept my sincere apologies. Ah! Estancia. (Stay.) Let's continue with dinner. Please sit down, son. No longer, Uncle. Please forgive me for everything. Forgive me, Uncle, but… I must take my leave. Let's just drink in the name of Las Filipinas and Spain. Salude! (Long live!) [All] Salude! (Long live!) Don't leave yet! Maria Clara is arriving. The friar seems angry with me. Tomorrow. See the behavior of that child? Just because she went to Europe, she's become arrogant! Qué tonto! (How foolish!) [Doña Victorina laughs] [Other guests laugh] Muchas gracias.. Kapitan Tiago! Where is the beautiful, only daughter you mentioned? [Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy plays] [CHAPTER 4] My God, this morning, my seven years in Spain seem like a dream. [Narrator] He felt the touch of a light hand on his shoulder. Young man, beware of your secret enemies. What happened to your father should be a lesson to you. Forgive me, but it seems… my father became dear to you. But as far as I know, neither I nor my father had any secret enemies. Often, too much security can lead us to some misfortune. Until his last breath, my father, Don Rafael Ibarra, I still couldn't believe he had hidden enemies. Now I know why Kapitan Tiago hesitated to tell me information about my father. But why was he imprisoned? What was his crime? His only crime was being the richest man in all of San Diego. But don't worry. Because to rot in the prison of this country is considered heroism. Only now… do I truly understand the cruelty of what happened. Forgive me. But I must leave, I will leave the rest of what happened to Kapitan Tiago to tell. Muchas gracias (Thank you very much) Lieutenant, for sharing information about my father. De nada (You're welcome), Señor Ibarra. [Narrator] The two bid each other farewell. [CHAPTER 6] Were the guests full from the feast? I think so, Santiago. They were certainly full from the abundance of food. Oh Clarita, you are here. Aunt Isabel. Well, I'll leave you for now and go tidy up the kitchen. It seems something is troubling your heart, Father. Is there? Nothing, daughter. I am just thankful to the Lord that He has blessed us with a good life. But I think we would be happier if your mother hadn't been taken from us so early. Papa, don't dwell on the past. It's better if you sleep. I'm sure you're very tired from entertaining guests earlier. I am truly thankful to God that He blessed me with such a kind and respectful daughter like you. [Narrator] As Kapitan Tiago lay in his bed, he thought of the times past. If Pia were still alive, my happiness would surely be complete. [Narrator speaking] Oh Pia, my beloved wife, may the Creator embrace your soul. May you rest in peace. [CHAPTER 7] [Narrator] busy with embroidery. Her movements showed she was expecting a visitor. Merciful Lord, what could be the reason for her delay? [Narrator] Her impatience was dispelled when a carriage stopped in front of their house. Good day, Aunt Isabel. I would like to speak with Maria Clara. Oh, she's inside. Come in. Como estas (How are you), Ibarra? Thank you for visiting our home again. Good noon, Don Tiago. I just wanted to speak with your daughter. Well, go ahead. Clarita! Ibarra wants to speak with you! Isabel, go get her from her room. [Narrator] A moment later, the two were seen talking on the asotea (rooftop). I am fortunate that our parents arranged for us to marry. Because if not, I wouldn't be able to find a woman like you. Your tongue is very sweet, Crisostomo. Perhaps that's why you've captivated many women in the countries you've visited. You are a beautiful creation of God, my beloved. Why would I look for another? Liar. I cannot believe you close your eyes to the beauty of other young ladies in Europe. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. It is in the person who perceives beauty. And from my heart, I tell you that you are the one I love the most. Forgive me, my love, but I must leave. I understand, Ibarra. May your journey be safe and peaceful. Farewell, my beloved. May the Almighty guide you. Look at what love can do, Isabel. Yes, Tiago. Love is truly sweet and bitter. How do you know that? You haven't experienced love yet, have you? Oh dear, Tiago. Leave me alone. I am not insensitive to past suitors. Clarita, if you are troubled, light a candle for San Roque and San Rafael. They will surely guide Ibarra for his journey. [Narrator] The next morning, Aunt Isabel and Maria Clara were about to leave when they encountered Father Damaso on his way to their house. Good morning, Reverencia. Good morning too, Isabel, Maria Clara. You seem to be going somewhere. Where are you headed? We are going to the Beaterio, Father. I'll just get my remaining belongings there. Or well, I'll just visit your father. May your travels be safe. Muchas Gracias, Padre. [Narrator] After the two left, the priest went up the stairs, seemingly deep in thought. Santiago? Santiago! Father, what brings you here? I have something important to tell you. But let's go somewhere where we won't be heard. [Narrator] And after their conversation ended… Remember well what I told you, Santiago. I am only thinking of your well-being. I understand, Father. Your request will be followed. Well, I'm leaving. I knew my request would be followed. [Narrator] Meanwhile, in San Diego, the gravediggers were busy, as tomorrow is Todos Los Santos. Two of them were talking while digging a grave.