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MAGISTRATE

What gives you the right?

What gives you the right?!

Pleasure to meet you. I'm Apolinar Moscote...

and I've been named magistrate.

We don't give orders with pieces of paper.

We don't need governors here because there's nothing to govern!

I must warn you, I'm armed.

I'd rather carry you alive

than have your death weigh on my conscience.

ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE

When Úrsula undertook the expansion of the house,

she had them build Melquíades a special room

where he would spend hours on end scribbling his enigmatic literature.

Arcadio...

Years later,

Arcadio would remember the trembling with which Melquiades made him listen

to several pages of his impenetrable writing,

which, of course, he did not understand,

but they were actually predictions of his death.

QUIET STREET

The image of Remedios kept paining Aureliano in parts of his body.

It was a physical sensation that almost bothered him when he walked,

like a pebble in his shoe.

Move!

We tried to be nice. Now he'll have to learn the hard way.

I am at your disposal for whatever you may need.

You know you can count on me and my son.

On all of us.

I know.

He's not alone.

He brought armed soldiers with him.

And his wife and daughters.

Moscote!

Show yourself!

What do you want, Buendía?

Listen closely.

Almost 30 years ago, these men and I founded this town.

We built roads, lined up streets,

built houses,

and we did this without any help from the government.

We want things to remain that way.

If you want to stay here, you may do so.

Not because you have armed thugs to keep you safe...

but out of consideration for your wife and daughters.

There are only two conditions.

Everybody paints their house the way they see fit,

and your grunts leave today.

And who will guarantee law and order?

We will.

We are so peaceful here

that we haven't even had our first death from natural causes.

We don't even have a cemetery.

Word of honor?

The word of your enemy

because you and I are still enemies.

HOTEL JACOB FOUNDED IN 1880

Amparo, grab an onion.

Yes, ma'am.

That one is rotten.

Mrs. Moscote.

I'm Úrsula Iguarán, the wife of Mr. Buendía.

Your husband must have told you about mine.

They got off on the wrong foot,

but you and I can do things differently, don't you think?

Mrs. Úrsula, I've heard you have the most beautiful home in town.

My door is always open. Feel free to visit when you'd like.

Thank you.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Úrsula.

Likewise, Mrs. Moscote.

- Here. - I'll pay for them.

- No need, ma'am. It's a gift. - Thank you.

If he finds out about this, I'll never hear the end of it.

Well, tell him that he forgot about the camera...

so I gave it to you.

I have achieved immortality.

THE CHOLERA

"You must succumb to the sophisticated talk

of the most inept in your secretarial class..."

Please, come in.

Thank you for having us.

We've brought you a gift.

Thank you.

My daughters make them. The tablecloths are exquisite.

I can imagine. Visitación.

Please bring the cookies and bread for the Moscotes.

Who is it?

Mrs. Moscote and her daughters.

This is the living room.

It's beautiful.

It was hard work getting our home to look like this.

I can imagine. It can be very difficult to keep a home.

It is. These are my daughters, Amaranta and Rebeca.

- Nice to meet you. - Welcome.

Nice to meet you.

Let's show Leonor and her daughters around.

- Welcome. - Thank you.

A pianola!

Yes, but it's out of tune.

PIETRO CRESPI

Are you coming?

You really do have a beautiful home, Mrs. Úrsula.

Thank you.

Well, this is the Begonia Corridor.

Those are the girls' rooms.

And the kitchen is over there.

Please.

Thank you.

Our granary is over there.

This is nice.

Did you make it?

- And here... - Do you like it?

And that's José Arcadio's laboratory.

Here.

For you.

Remedios, get out of there.

Thank you.

That afternoon,

Aureliano lost the patience

that had made him wait for a chance to see her...

and the house... was filled with love.

My beloved Rebeca. I cannot stop thinking about you.

I cannot stop dreaming of you.

Remedios in the soporific air of two in the afternoon.

Remedios in the soft breathing of roses.

My beloved Pietro, my days are no longer the same.

Returning to Macondo is all I think of.

Remedios, everywhere.

Remedios, forever.

Remedios, everywhere.

It has been days since I received your last letter.

Will I see you again?

Amparo!

The mail hasn't arrived yet.

Aureliano. Tell us.

Who is the broad that has you looking like this?

Looking like what?

Looking like shit.

Aureliano! It's almost eleven o'clock!

Aureliano then lost his memory,

as during the times of forgetfulness.

He recovered it on a strange dawn

in a room that was completely foreign.

He did not know how he had come there,

but he knew what his aim was...

because he had carried it in secret since infancy

in an inviolable backwater in his heart.

Who is it?

Get it off your chest.

The anguish is killing you, and curiosity is killing me.

Remedios Moscote.

First, you're going to have to convince your dad

and then the magistrate.

Underneath her mockery,

Aureliano found a reservoir of understanding.

He left behind not only his doubts about his own virility...

but also the bitter weight that his heart had borne for so many months.

What's wrong?

She started eating dirt again.

"Darling..."

"I love you..."

I love you too.

What is this?

How did all these letters get here?

Here's the water.

What are you doing?

The Italian sent them.

"Rebeca, my dearly beloved."

"I don't know when I will depart or when I arrive,

nor if all this is real or just a dream."

"Every choice I make contradicts the one I made before."

"Among all the ideas brewing in my soul, I have decided to go to Macondo

and ask for your hand in marriage."

"My next letter shall contain the exact date."

Amaranta also suffered from the barb of a lonely love.

Amaranta, open the door.

Locked in the bathroom,

she would release herself from the torment of a hopeless passion.

Amaranta, is something wrong?

Amaranta, please open the door.

Did he also write to Amaranta?

No.

She wrote to him...

but she never sent them.

I wish I had never bought that damn pianola.

Another one.

And another.

How many are there?

More than ten.

There he is.

Moscote.

Buendía.

We had a deal.

And I kept my word.

You agreed nobody was to paint their house blue.

No, sir.

You clearly said,

"Everybody should paint their house the way they see fit."

And they are.

Are you saying that you have nothing to do with this?

The government gives the paint away.

I deliver it.

They're free to choose.

Good evening.

How unlucky can a man be?

What's wrong?

Moscote.

He thinks he can make a mockery of us.

What happened?

Son, what's wrong?

I'm in love.

Is it with Crespi as well?

Of course not.

It's Remedios Moscote.

You've fallen in love with the daughter of my enemy?

Love is a disease.

Come.

Come.

Does she love you back?

I don't know.

I haven't told her.

Then forget about that impulse, my son.

This isn't an impulse.

What I feel is true, and I want to marry her.

His daughters are good girls, José Arcadio.

Your issue is with their father, not them.

Apolinar Moscote will never be a part of this family.

Our family exists

because you and Mom had the courage to stand up to your parents.

You cannot compare your grandparents' silly superstitions

to the danger Moscote represents to Macondo!

Enough!

I will ask for her hand.

With or without your support.

José Arcadio Buendía...

you already lost a son.

Are you willing to lose another one?

If we're going to let Aureliano marry Moscote's daughter,

then we'll let Rebeca marry Crespi.

Rebeca recovered as soon as she found out about the agreement...

and she wrote her fiancé a jubilant letter

that she submitted to her parents' approval.

Amaranta pretended to accept the decision.

So, Aureliano, which of my daughters do you want to marry?

Remedios.

Do you mean Amparo?

No, sir.

Remedios.

Dolores, could you please fetch Remedios?

Is something wrong?

I have six daughters of marriage age,

but Aureliano has his eyes on the one still playing with dolls.

What?

What's going on?

Leave the room.

All of you!

Now!

Let me handle this.

Mrs. Úrsula, could I have a moment with you?

Alone.

We had no idea.

- We'd love our families to become one. - Yes.

- But she hasn't reached puberty yet. - I can see that.

If we had known that he would choose her,

we wouldn't be here.

We will let Remedios marry Aureliano,

but we'll wait until she reaches the age to conceive.

Under one condition.

Which is?

The wedding must take place in a church.

Macondo has always been a secular town.

I am not willing to accept a union devoid of God's blessing.

If you want us to marry in a church,

so be it.

Melquiades, I need your advice.

That idiot, the magistrate, wants to bring the church to Macondo.

When have we needed a priest?

When?

Melquiades?

Gypsy?

He's been like that for days.

Since when?

Since he finished the book.

When I die...

burn mercury for three days.

My friend, what are you saying?

Take him to the river tomorrow. Make sure he bathes properly.

Water will do him good.

Melquiades?

Melquiades?

Melquiades!

- Melquiades! - Melquiades!

I will never forgive you for being so careless.

We found him!

Over here!

Help me take him to the laboratory.

What are you waiting for?! Come on!

Don José Arcadio, as the authority of this town,

it's my duty to inform you the unburied corpse of a drowned man is

a danger to public health.

Melquiades is not dead!

He's immortal.

He himself revealed the formula to resurrect him.

One, two, three!

Arcadio, the athanor.

Mercury!

José Arcadio...

José Arcadio, stop.

Please.

It's time for Melquiades to rest in peace.

Time has stopped, and eternity has begun.

We come from water.

Time has stopped, and eternity has begun.

Time has stopped,

and eternity has begun, Melquiades.

Arcadio would never know

that the woman who appeared to grasp his sorrow

was really his mother.

- Rebeca. - Pietro.

This gift is for you.

One, two, three.

The ballerina.

Do you like it?

Please.

She's angry.

I'll be right back.

Miss Amaranta.

What?

I hope you're well.

I wanted to tell you that I'm opening a musical instrument shop

with my brother Bruno.

So?

I could introduce you to him.

I swear you'll never marry my sister.

You'll have to walk over my own dead body at the door.

Amaranta threatened Pietro with killing herself.

I think I need to take her on a trip.

Her broken heart may even heal if she meets new people.

I'm worried about you.

I don't want to leave you alone right now.

Don't worry about me.

I'm going to be fine.

Preventing a tragedy comes first.

Take care.

Don't get your hopes up.

I'll make sure you don't marry, even if I have to kill you.

Take care.

Death.

Death?

The cards are not to be interpreted literally.

So what does it mean?

Will I be happy?

You will...

but it won't be a peaceful happiness.

Like a gale, it will turn your life upside down.

No, Rebeca. We can't. No.

Rebeca, we're in your house.

No, Rebeca, please.

Rebeca, my dear.

Dad.

Good afternoon, Mr. Buendía.

Have you seen Melquiades?

Look what Pietro gave me.

The rich and startling mechanical fauna that Pietro Crespi brought

dissipated José Arcadio Buendía's affliction over the death of Melquíades

and transported him back to his old days as an alchemist.

Some sort of map...

Aureliano, for his part,

had neglected the workshop in order to teach young Remedios.

I am the only one of legal age in my family,

though my eldest will turn 21 in April.

- Are they all your children? - Please! They're all legitimate.

Political affiliation?

José Arcadio Buendía was able to connect

the wind-up ballerina to the mechanism of the clock,

and the toy danced uninterruptedly

to the rhythm of her own music for three days.

Three days.

It's been working for three days.

Do you know what that means?

That discovery excited him much more

than any of his other harebrained undertakings.

Without Ursula's supervision, he became consumed by his imagination.

Her skin turned to bark.

Her hair turned to leaves.

Poor Apollo.

Apollo finally understood that she would never love him back,

and she'd never be his wife, but he did promise her this.

From that moment on, she would be his tree.

Listen, Moscote.

We have no political affiliations here. I don't see the need for a census.

- We all know each other. - This is an order from the government.

José Arcadio?

José Arcadio?

That in-law of yours has crossed the line.

I'm sorry, but the fact that his daughter is marrying Aureliano

doesn't give him the right to do as he pleases.

You need to put an end to this.

What day is it today?

Tuesday. Why?

I was thinking the same thing...

but it's still Monday.

Úrsula's absence made the house seem enormous and empty.

Prudencio.

Prudencio Aguilar.

How did you end up so far away?

The need for company made me look for you.

My dear, old enemy.

It took you long enough.

Macondo was unknown to the dead

until the town had its first death.

Melquiades.

He marked it with a tiny black dot...

on the map of death.

Dad...

Mom...

Dad...

Mom...

Excuse me, Mr. Buendía.

- Is everything okay? - Dad...

Prudencio...

Melquiades...

They're all so alone in death.

What day is today?

Thursday.

It's still Monday.

The time machine has broken down,

and Úrsula and Amaranta are so far away.

Stop!

Time has stopped,

and eternity has begun!

- Help! - But man wasn't born...

We were born to die!

- What's going on?! - Call the neighbors!

- To become... - Help! Help us!

...organic matter!

Mr. Buendía!

Enough!

Stop!

Easy.

We were born to die.

To become...

And eternity has begun.

But man was not born to be eternal.

We were born to die.

To become organic matter.

To become memories and oblivion in the hearts of men.

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ

Subtitle translation by: Alison Woods