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The world was more beautiful in your head, Dad.
ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE
He had been around the world 65 times,
enlisted in a crew of sailors without a country.
He had been shipwrecked
and spent two weeks adrift in the Sea of Japan.
We lost the ship in a storm.
We were adrift for days, another sailor and I,
clinging to a plank of wood.
I was the only survivor.
You said there were two of you. What happened to the other one?
He eventually died of heat stroke.
But he saved my life.
The meat,
he had salted it.
It had a flavor
that was sweet.
Úrsula would weep at the table
as if she were reading letters that had never arrived
and in which José Arcadio talked about his deeds and misadventures.
You've always had a home here, son.
So much food thrown out to the pigs.
When you disappeared, I was right behind you.
I looked for you down every path until there was no sign of you,
and I no longer knew where to look.
Who are you?
Hello. I am Pietro Crespi.
I'm Rebeca's fiancé.
And you are?
She's your sister.
Little brother.
José Arcadio.
Where have you been?
Out there.
When I got married, I moved to the second floor.
And Arcadio slept here until the day he left home.
Arcadio?
Your son.
I remember...
when you would sneak out at night and return in the morning,
you'd tell me about your adventures.
And one day, I decided to ask you,
"Well, what did all that feel like?"
And you said...
"Like an earthquake."
You were right. Do you remember?
As long as you remember.
So you got married?
I got married,
and then I was widowed.
End of story.
What about Catarino's store?
Is it still around?
Pour me another drink.
José Arcadio called for music and cane liquor
for everyone to be put on his bill.
His monumental size provoked a panic of curiosity among the women.
He proposed raffling himself off among them for ten pesos a chance.
It was an exorbitant price
because the most sought-after woman earned eight pesos a night.
Teresa!
But they all accepted.
Let's do this!
Let's do this!
Let's go over there.
- I won! - Let's do this!
As you all know,
we're going to have our first elections in Macondo soon.
From this day forth until the day of the election,
there will be a curfew from 8:00 p.m. to 6:00 a.m.
Additionally, the following are prohibited.
The sale and consumption of alcoholic beverages
and gatherings of three or more people who are not from the same family.
Arcadio went to the only person
who had foreseen the abuses of the Conservative regime.
- Who is it? - Arcadio, the school principal.
Hey.
The things you said are coming true. Something must be done.
Dr. Alirio Noguera had arrived in Macondo a short while ago
with a medicine chest of tasteless pills
and a diploma from the University of Leipzig,
which he had falsified himself.
Behind his innocent façade of a doctor without prestige,
there was hidden a terrorist.
What's he doing here?
- He serves the magistrate. - I serve no one.
All right, calm down.
He's one of us.
Those little bottles... were the symbol of a rebellion.
Welcome to the revolution.
Thank you.
Marry again, my boy. I have six daughters.
There are rumors in the provincial capital
that the Liberals are willing to go to war.
What are their reasons for that?
They don't need reasons, my boy.
Liberals are bad people by nature.
They support killing priests,
civil marriage, and divorce.
They even recognize the same rights for extramarital and legitimate children.
You know my thoughts on extramarital children.
It's not the same.
Aureliano José has the surname "Buendía" from his father
and "Moscote" from his mother.
It's not the same.
To tell you the truth, Mr. Moscote, those topics do not interest me.
Well, they should interest you.
Nowadays, it's better to be on the winning side.
Because we're against utilitarianism.
Noguera made contact with the young people in town
who lacked political knowledge,
and he embarked on a stealthy campaign of instigation.
Politics and parties were never discussed here.
Yes, but your parents and grandparents founded this town on the same principles
as the Liberal Party.
Listen.
What is that?
I come from Riohacha.
I'm looking for Dr. Noguera.
I'm Dr. Noguera.
General Medina sends word that what you ordered is here.
Let's go, then.
The approach of the elections ignited the spark of subversion in Dr. Noguera.
Almost all the sons of the founders were implicated.
And although none of them knew for certain what action they were plotting,
most were enthusiastic
about the idea of liquidating the Conservative establishment.
FREE AND SOVEREIGN MACONDO VOTE RED VOTE LIBERAL
Count on my vote.
We can't let the Conservatives steal the elections, right?
Arcadio was growing more and more excited
over the impending rebellion.
Macondo votes red.
My countrymen...
There was talk of shooting Father Nicanor,
of turning the church into a school,
of instituting free love.
VOTE BLUE FOR PRESIDENT VOTE FOR THE CONSERVATIVE PARTY
FREE AND SOVEREIGN MACONDO VOTE RED VOTE LIBERAL
When she saw him that morning,
Rebeca thought that Pietro Crespi was a sugary dandy
next to that protomale
whose volcanic breathing could be heard all over the house.
You cannot do this to me!
Understand? Understand what? There's nothing for me to understand.
You cannot take all my knives.
Orders from the magistrate, ma'am.
The magistrate?
He'll be hearing from me.
How am I supposed to work?
Tell me, boy.
How am I supposed to work? What are you looking for?
You didn't miss anything there!
You didn't miss anything there. Oh, boy.
- Look, and you will find me. - Orders are orders.
I'm telling you. Look, and you will find me.
I'm telling you to give me back my knives, boy.
They'll be returned to you after the elections, ma'am.
How am I supposed to cook now?
- Who told you to do this? - Who sent him to do this?
- What am I going to do without my knives? - Who has my knives?
Hey, boy, I'm talking to you. Come here!
- They just want to do as they please. - What's going on?
What's the meaning of this?
Honey, did they take your knives too?
This town has gone crazy.
Matilde, why are they treating us like criminals?
Who do you think you are? We have done nothing to deserve this.
How are we going to cook now?
FREE AND SOVEREIGN MACONDO VOTE RED VOTE LIBERAL
Why are you seizing them? Give them back.
We're enforcing the law.
What is this?
I don't know.
What are those on the wall?
- Matilde, we must do something. - What is that?
What are we going to do now?
The school is closed!
One nail draws out another.
- Who else is there? - We're alone.
Come on.
From tonight on, you are making history!
- That's right! - Yes!
Because the flame of the revolution burns in all of you!
That's right!
And we're not alone in this.
There are more of us!
Because more of us are tired of living under Conservative repression.
Down with the Conservatives!
This town was founded on the principles of freedom and equality!
Down with the Conservatives!
That's why we all must get out and vote!
And we'll fucking vote like we mean it!
We will vote with dignity and courage!
- Let's do it! - Yes, sir!
We're going to get out and vote
because Macondo is Liberal, goddamn it!
Macondo is Liberal!
Macondo is Liberal!
Macondo's first elections are now officially underway.
As instructed by Dr. Noguera,
the men submitting red ballots
had to drink their globules as proof of their Liberal commitment.
A total of 236 votes.
132 red ones for the Liberal Party
and only 104 blue ones for the Conservative Party.
Switch the ballots.
132 blues, 104 reds.
Seal the ballot box when you're done, Sergeant.
Send them to the capital tomorrow to be counted.
If I were a Liberal, that'd be a reason to go to war.
My boy! If you were one, son-in-law or not,
you'd never have seen that.
That night, Rebeca managed to thank God for having been born
before she lost herself
in the inconceivable pleasure of that unbearable pain.
Tell your father-in-law to return our knives,
ours and the whole town's.
We have nothing to cook with.
What's going on?
I'm marrying Rebeca.
Don't say such stupid things.
You're siblings.
We'll be wed in three days.
We're not asking permission.
This is nonsense.
If you do, you'll never step foot in this house again.
Great.
Come one, come all.
Úrsula never forgave what she considered an incredible lack of respect.
And Amaranta never overcame her rancor against Rebeca.
Let's start with baton 14.
Baton 14. Let's look at the staff.
Very good.
On me, one, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
Very good.
One, two, three, four.
Excuse me, I'm giving a class.
I'm marrying Rebeca.
She's your sister.
I don't care.
You can't do that.
It's unnatural.
It's also illegal.
I don't give a fuck if it's natural.
Look, I came to tell you not to bother asking Rebeca anything.
Did you hear me?
Father-in-law.
My boy!
- It's too early for dominoes. - I know.
So? What's the matter?
The knives.
All the women in Macondo, Mom included,
are complaining there's nothing to cook with.
The knives have been sent to the provincial capital,
along with the rest of the confiscated weapons,
as irrefutable proof that the Liberals are arming themselves for war.
General Medina sends an urgent message from Manaure.
So, how are things?
The Conservatives stole the elections.
Nationwide fraud.
Liberals are taking up arms in some places.
We should do that too!
To take up arms, we have to have arms, Arcadio.
Be careful.
In Riohacha, all the Liberals who rose up against the government were executed.
Today, we have come together to celebrate the marriage
between José Arcadio Buendía, son, and Rebeca Buendía,
who, despite what the rumor mill of this town may say,
are not siblings.
In the name of the Father, the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Arcadio never knew that José Arcadio was his father.
Rebeca and José Arcadio rented a house across from the cemetery.
Our house, damn.
Don't look over there!
And they moved in with no other furniture but the hammock.
That night, a scorpion bit Rebeca on the foot,
but that did not stop them from having a scandalous honeymoon.
The townsfolk prayed that such wild passion
would not disturb the peace of the dead.
- Do you have any knives? - Not even to cut lemons.
What's up?
Hello, Catarino.
Give me a drink, please.
Just keep talking like I'm not here.
Listen, Aureliano.
What do you think your father would say if he knew you became a Conservative?
I'm neither a Conservative nor a Liberal.
But if I had to choose,
I'd be a Liberal.
The Conservatives are cheaters.
That's what they are.
Do you mean that, Aureliano?
I do.
Catarino.
We're planning a revolution.
What kind of revolution?
We're coordinating a series of attacks throughout the country
to wipe out all the employees of the Conservative regime
and their families.
This is why we need you.
We need your help to kill Apolinar Moscote,
his wife, and his six daughters.
Conservatism must be removed root and branch.
You know what, Noguera?
You're neither a revolutionary
nor a Liberal.
You're not anything.
You're nothing but a butcher.
That's what you are.
And do you know what you are, Aureliano Buendía?
What you are is sentimental
with no future.
Give me back the bottle.
With pleasure.
Coward.
That's what you are. A coward.
And cowards don't make history.
Excuse me.
Pietro Crespi continued having lunch at the house on Tuesdays,
rising above his matrimonial failure with Rebeca with serene dignity.
Amaranta looked after him with loving diligence.
For Pietro Crespi,
that woman, whom he always had considered and treated as a child,
was a revelation.
Are you planning on killing me along with the Moscotes?
What the hell are you talking about?
Hey, calm down!
Those guys who were assigned to follow me. I'm talking about them.
We sent those guys to follow you, not to kill you.
We just want to know when you're going to give us up.
Let him go, man.
Let him go.
Please.
If I had wanted to rat on you,
I'd have done it already.
But I am no traitor.
That's true.
The day that you kill my father-in-law...
you'll find me guarding their front door.
- Charge! - Hey!
From now on, this place is the property of the National Army.
No, I teach at this school!
Stop! Hey!
Let her go! Don't touch her!
Stop!
Leave her alone.
Come here.
I'm here. It's okay.
Let go of me. Help.
- Help! - Shut up!
You can't do this to me!
Criminals don't have rights! Shut up!
Dear God, show this poor man some mer...
They're attacking me!
Hey. You have no right to do that!
- They're attacking me! - You have no...
Come here.
- Help me! - Don't play the hero, Arcadio.
- These guys can kill you. - They'll kill us all if we do nothing.
- You can't kill me without due process! - Decide, Aureliano. What side are you on?
Thank you.
You can't execute Alirio Noguera like that.
Tell your soldiers to stop the execution.
I can't do anything, my boy.
Captain Gómez is in charge of Macondo.
What are you saying?
Once a state of emergency is declared, the military takes over.
Ready!
Aim!
Long live the revolution!
Fire!
Check him good.
- What have you got there? - Nothing!
Of course you do.
Let me go!
- We're the law here! - I don't have anything!
Let him go! Let my son go!
Help!
Get it off me! No!
No!
Captain, that dog had rabies.
A doctor.
A doctor!
Aureliano, don't be stupid.
You weren't born for war. They'll kill you.
Aureliano, son. Listen to me.
I'm the one in charge.
Take care, my son.
Aureliano, please.
Care for him as if he were your own.
Take care of yourself too.
Do you hear me?
Son, don't leave me alone. Listen to me.
Son, please.
Don't go.
Don't go.
What is it, Aureliano?
Prepare the men.
We're going to war.
With what weapons?
With theirs.
Who is it?
Aureliano.
Aureliano?
What is it?
We're kicking the Conservatives out of Macondo.
Gerineldo, Magnífico, and others have joined me.
So?
Come with us.
We're going to join General Medina's Liberal Army.
I already went out and saw everything I had to see.
My place is here now.
With her.
Good luck.
Aureliano.
Of course I remember.
That night...
I told you
it's like an earthquake.
That's why we men are afraid of death.
I hope you come back alive.
Aureliano.
Get him out! Let's go!
You can't kill me without due process!
Honor and country!
Kill them!
So, Aureliano...
So what?
Are we joining General Medina?
You're not.
I need you to be Macondo's civil and military authority.
The town is yours.
Make sure it's better off, you hear?
Yes.
Now go help the men with the guns.
Okay.
Don't kill me!
I'm begging you. Don't kill me.
That's enough, Moscote.
We've liberated Macondo from the Conservatives,
but you and your family will be fine.
I give you my word.
What is this madness, my boy?
Have you gone crazy?
This isn't madness!
This is war.
And don't ever call me "my boy" again.
From now on,
I am Colonel Aureliano Buendía.
BASED ON THE NOVEL BY GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ
Subtitle translation by: Alison Woods
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