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WARNING: IMAGES OF SUICIDE AND SELF-HARM.

NAPOLEON BONAPARTE THE MASTER STRATEGIST OF THE 19TH CENTURY

ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE

Aureliano asked Arcadio to make sure

Macondo would be better off than when he left.

He had a very personal interpretation of his instructions.

He's dressed like a general.

People of Macondo...

HOTEL JACOB FOUNDED IN 1880

...it's time to bring back the very essence of Macondo!

I have decided that, as of today...

all men will be required to provide military service in the encampment.

They must all wear the armband that my soldiers are giving them now.

Every house

and every business, every wall

will be painted the color of our party.

Our party?

Look, it's one thing to reject Conservative violence,

but this town has been free since before you were born, son.

You're right.

What do you think your son would say?

Or is he not out there risking his life with the colonel?

With one of these same armbands.

You have all seen what these scoundrels are capable of.

What are we willing to do for our own people?

Whatever is necessary, Catarino!

Because this is our home!

This is our territory!

Long live the Liberal Party!

Long live the Liberal Party!

- What would Mrs. Úrsula think, Father? - Nothing.

Arcadio is still a child,

and what he's doing is putting on a show. That's all.

I don't know. This isn't a world for children.

Don't listen to them. Their bark is worse than their bite.

You, that way. Me, here.

Let's go.

- Boys. - What are you doing?

Hey! What?

Don't close it. No!

- Close it. - Don't close it!

Don't move, Father.

Move your hand, man.

That's great, man!

Let the priest go!

What are you doing?

I'm leaving.

Rebeca absorbed José Arcadio's tremendous energy.

From a lazy, woman-chasing man,

he had turned into an enormous work animal.

It was said that he began plowing his own yard

and continued onwards into neighboring lands,

knocking down fences and buildings

until he forcibly took possession of the best plots of land.

Morning.

Did you build that house?

How may I help you?

How much rent do you pay for all this?

- Rent? - Who should we be paying?

This land is ours.

And where does it say that?

Who do you think you are to question us?

José Arcadio Buendía.

The eldest son of the man who founded this town.

Well,

your father knows very well that we got here long before the insomnia.

The way I see it, you confiscated my family's land,

making the most of the man's craziness.

And you never paid a peso for it.

Or am I mistaken?

Those assholes aren't just killing him.

They're humiliating him.

I don't know how many weapons they have.

Whatever you say, Colonel.

Colonel Carmona, I'm Colonel Aureliano Buendía.

We're getting you out of here.

Thank you, Colonel.

- Hurry. - Liberals!

- Come on! - Aureliano, get Carmona.

Go get Carmona!

It's not in their interest to kill me. Save your people.

Colonel! Today is not the day.

Soldier! Today is not the day!

I'll return with more men.

I give you my word.

- Aureliano! - Hold on.

Retreat!

- Let's go. - Let's go!

Visbal!

Move!

We had them, my friend. We have to go back.

Stay still, little brother.

You won't recuperate by exchanging punches.

Slowly.

Aureliano, what are we going to do?

In our current state, moving from this camp will be impossible.

I have to go get help.

By yourself?

There must be a Conservative camp in every town from here to San Juan.

I have a better chance going alone.

That's true.

Good evening.

I need help.

This isn't necessary.

Dad?

Get back inside.

Catarino, a bottle over here.

What did he say?

He said I now have to pay for the ten years I've been working the land,

or he'll shoot me.

Just a moment.

Are we talking about the same man that striped down here

and raffled himself off to the women?

The same one that sings and dances, yes.

We need to talk to Arcadio in secret.

Exactly.

And what can he do?

Chase him around with swords and sabers?

Listen. We're talking about the civil and military authority of Macondo.

No, sir. I'm talking about a man who seems crazy, runs around in a costume,

and says whatever he wants.

I don't know why you pay him such mind.

Well, I listen to him

because Colonel Aureliano Buendía himself put him in charge.

Now,

if you don't take Arcadio seriously,

do you not take Aureliano seriously either?

What's up, brother? Are we going to fight over this?

What side are you on? I'll tell you if we fight or not.

The same side, my friend.

That's more like it.

Come on, pour yourself a drink.

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

Guys! Come on, again.

Ready!

Aim!

Arcadio!

Catarino.

- My mother! - Son of a...

Listen, damn it! Pay attention.

- What is it? - I need to talk to you.

You need to train them.

- How are things? - Careful...

They aren't going to do anything. And this miracle?

How are you, dear?

You're the first to come here.

Oh man. Do you have anything cool for this heat?

I need to talk to you.

Have a seat.

I was on my way out. What is it?

I've been told about what you do in the fields, and we have to talk.

I stay out of your business. You stay out of mine.

I can't do that. My position requires me to be involved in everything.

Calm down. I didn't come looking for an explanation.

I came to legalize the matter.

There has never been a registry form for property here.

Until today.

You just have to sign here to become the owner of the land.

However, you'll have to pay a small contribution to our office.

Don't worry. You can get that from what you harvest in the field.

That's up to you.

That is indeed your business.

"According to official sources,

the rebels have razed entire towns

in the name of the Liberal Party."

And where does it say how the Conservatives got here?

They don't say that.

And you there.

Tied up like a madman.

Well, at least you're here.

Who knows what you'd get mixed up in if you saw what's going on.

What is it, my child? Visitación.

- Pietro! My child. Pietro! - What happened, ma'am?

My child, Visitación.

- Visitación! - She fainted.

What are you doing here, son?

I think this is where your mother realized that we were going in circles.

I get the feeling I've already gone through all this.

I never admitted to your mom

that I never stopped being lost.

As if he hadn't known me since he was a child.

As if I weren't practically family.

That humongous house that's being built.

Who's paying for it?

We are.

What does it say?

It says that I have to give him 15% of every drink I sell.

The women have to give him 20% of every fuck.

And you have to give him 8% of everything that they pay you.

Why do we have to pay more?

The things José Arcadio would do

if he weren't tied to that damn chestnut tree.

- Just what we needed. - No.

Gentlemen!

Oh, you saw?

Hey, Catarino.

Get some rum for us here

and some water for Franco, please.

Thank you.

Are you going to pay in full,

or do I have to subtract what I have to pay you?

You're not paying me anything.

You're paying for the war.

How else do you think it's financed? With heart and soul?

I thought you were on our side.

How about some music?

- Or can you not even afford that now? - Well, of course!

There will always be music.

A friend who loves me

Asks for rum in this bar

Taking money from the women And the men for the war...

Something else.

Something that makes us happier.

Give me a moment.

Shut up!

My apologies.

There won't always be music after all.

Buddy!

Arcadio!

Arcadio!

I just want to speak to him. Arcadio!

What's the matter, Pilar?

Santa Sofía, I need to talk to Arcadio.

What the hell is wrong with you?

I asked the cards about you.

Get off my fucking back.

Listen to me.

No one cares about you more than me.

In the future,

a woman will try to help you.

You must listen to her.

Are you done?

Tell him to stay alert.

Please.

Easy.

You're not the first Liberal soldier to rest in this house.

Thank you for everything. My men are waiting for me.

Where are you going?

Many people are looking for people like you.

Listen.

I don't have time.

I need to find reinforcements.

I know someone who can help you...

but we can't leave until after sunset.

We have to wait until nightfall, but we're doing all this for them.

Are we clear?

There are sparrow hawks outside.

Leave him alone!

He's one of us.

I'm Colonel Aureliano Buendía.

Let him in.

Several of my men died trying to rescue Colonel Carmona.

And of those who did survive,

the majority are badly hurt,

and we need food.

I've heard rumors about you, Colonel Buendía.

I'm Colonel Gregorio Stevenson.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

When are we leaving?

Whenever you say.

Boys.

Where's Visbal?

The Conservatives didn't just kill our men, Gerineldo.

They're doing this all over the country.

We have to stop this.

This poor excuse of a government must fall.

I know we don't have the same resources as the army...

but we have something to help us fight.

We have a fighting spirit

and a huge debt of honor to them!

But saving our people is more important.

If not,

what are we fighting for?

I don't know if you feel the same way I do inside...

but we can't stop

until we make those sons of bitches pay

for every drop of blood that our men have shed!

Long live Colonel Buendía!

Long live the Liberal Party!

Long live the Liberal Party!

The Liberals are attacking!

Liberals!

For the Liberal Party!

"Úrsula, Mother..."

"I won't deny that we are sometimes overcome with hunger."

"Nor has the fear subsided,

nor have I gotten used to burying my friends,

but there is something deeper that keeps us standing."

"Could it be coming so close to death

or the idea that we are fighting for what is right?"

"I don't know."

"The thing is that nothing has felt more right than being here

with men who are not willing to kneel before anyone."

"I'm sorry I can't tell you where I am going

or how much time will pass before I see you again."

"But I want you to know that now, more than ever...

I am awake."

My boy is never coming back, Visitación.

Either hunger or a bullet will kill him.

What's wrong, child?

What?

He's not going to die of hunger.

Ma'am,

could you do me the favor

of calling Father Nicanor?

I need to see him.

Father Nicanor!

Father Nicanor!

God bless you, Mrs. Úrsula.

Dear God, Father. Who did this?

Arcadio.

Arcadio!

Don't you dare touch me!

Arcadio!

Get your hands off me!

Where is he?

We say "good evening" here.

Did you come to pay your taxes?

Who the hell do you think you are?

The civil and military authority of this town.

When Aureliano finds out that you killed Aníbal

and that you're taking advantage of our people,

he'll execute you.

And I'll be the first to celebrate that.

You're a disgrace to the Buendía name.

Make no mistake, Arcadio.

Fear is one thing...

and respect is another.

Úrsula.

I take great pride in not being a Buendía.

You made that quite clear.

Let her go.

After having confused passion with the vehement stroking of Rebeca,

Pietro Crespi had found love with Amaranta.

I know that park in Florence well.

Full of flowers, absolutely beautiful.

Amaranta,

I know barely any time has passed...

but Mrs. Úrsula has given us her blessing.

Besides, I believe Aureliano José deserves a family.

I would love nothing more than to take you to see Italy.

Amaranta Buendía...

will you marry me?

It doesn't have to be right now.

Not in the next month, year, or ever.

If you really love me, Pietro,

don't ever set foot in this house again.

Where are you?

Where are you

My beloved?

Come console

The soul

The soul

Come

Come

My beloved

Where...

Macondo woke up in a kind of angelic stupor...

caused by a zither that the world did not deserve...

and a voice...

that led one to believe that no other person on Earth... could feel such love.

Come

Come console

The soul

Eternal rest, grant unto him, O Lord.

And let perpetual light shine upon him.

Eternal rest, grant unto him, O Lord.

And let perpetual light shine upon him.

Eternal rest, grant unto him, O Lord.

And let perpetual light shine upon him.

Eternal rest, grant unto him, O Lord.

And let perpetual light shine upon him.

Eternal rest, grant unto him, O Lord.

And let perpetual light shine upon him.

Úrsula abandoned Amaranta forever.

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

Mr. Moscote.

Catarino.

Look, since the incident with Aníbal... nobody wants to go out anymore.

The musicians have gone to other towns,

and the women who work here are starving to death.

- And what does that have to do with me? - You're a magistrate.

If you don't tell Arcadio to stop, who will?

No, Catarino.

I'm nothing.

But you got what you wanted.

Your Liberal paradise.

So enjoy it.

Look where we are now, José Arcadio Buendía.

Our house is empty.

Just the two of us, like at the beginning.

Our children, a true disgrace to the family.

Don't listen to me.

God wanted Rebeca and José Arcadio to get married,

and now they're both very happy.

And it seems that Aureliano has become a hero.

I got a letter from him not long ago.

Shall I read it to you?

He hasn't written in a while.

Úrsula!

Úrsula!

Úrsula.

Úrsula, please! Do something, please.

You continue to defy the law.

Say what you will of me!

But we will be listening!

Ready!

Dad!

Aim!

I dare you, you bastard.

- Don't push me, Úrsula. - Or what?

Are you going to kill me?

Do it!

Then I won't have to cry in shame for having raised a monster!

Step aside, damn it!

Murderer!

Can't you see you're terrorizing your own people?!

Stop!

The colonel entrusted me as the civil and military authority!

Aureliano is dead!

What are you going to do now?

You're nobody, Arcadio.

Listen closely.

Everybody will paint their house the color they want.

And the next time you try to extort or kill somebody...

I will be there.

Let's go!

Dad.

From then on, she was the one who ruled in the town.

But despite her strength,

she still wept over her unfortunate fate.

Has no one come to pay?

No, boss.

Excuse me, boss.

- A woman is looking for you. - Franco, I'm not available.

Yes, sir.

Easy.

I'm Colonel Gregorio Stevenson.

Colonel Aureliano Buendía sent me to give you a message.

The Conservative Army is on its way. They're near.

The colonel orders you to surrender to them.

- Take him away. - Go.

Listen to me, please!

There are over 500 men with heavy artillery.

If you resist, there'll be a massacre!

Do as the colonel says!

- Follow the words of a dead man? - The colonel isn't dead, Arcadio!

We've been fighting alongside General Medina for months.

I can prove he sent me if you let me show you something.

The colonel sold hundreds of those little fish

before the war broke out.

Lock him up.

We don't have time! They're close!

The colonel is preparing a counter-offensive to retake the town.

Arcadio, listen to me!

Listen to me! They're close!

Arcadio!

Stop moving.

Stop moving!

Leave me alone.

Those Conservatives are sissies,

sending spies in women's clothes.

What woman?

A man dressed like a woman

who was saying that the Conservatives are coming.

Arcadio, what's going on?

Come on, boss! Let's go!

Take cover!

No!

No!

To the barricade!

Franco!

- Let's go. - To the encampment. Run!

Come on, run!

Over here!

Run, boss! Run!

Arcadio! Free me.

Spare me the shame of dying disguised as a woman.

Free me!

Leave, please.

Out, swine!

No, please!

Please don't.

Go to the right! Let's go!

Moscote, you have to do something!

Moscote! Your men are massacring our people.

What can I do?

Tell them to stop.

I can't do anything anymore.

Arcadio!

- Dear God! - Let's go home! Run!

Go hide!

Go! Run!

Arcadio, dear God!

Stop this madness!

Stop!

I'm Captain Roque Carnicero.

We're not here for you, ma'am.

But the orders are clear.

Move aside.

Arcadio, don't.

Don't.

Don't touch them.

Soldiers!

Let's go.

In his final hours,

Arcadio thought about his people without sentimentality,

with a strict dosing of his accounts with life,

beginning to understand how much he really loved

the people he hated most.

Any last words?

Tell my wife

to name our girl "Úrsula."

And if our next child is a boy,

name him "José Arcadio."

After his grandfather, not his uncle.

Squad!

Ready!

Aim!

Assholes!

- Long live the Liberal Party! - Fire!

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ

Subtitle translation by: Alison Woods