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Months after Arcadio's execution,

Colonel Aureliano Buendía
was taken prisoner

when he was just about
to reach the western border.

Of the 21 men who followed him
into war, only one survived,

Colonel Gerineldo Márquez.

- What happened to your hand?
- It's just a burn.

Your son Aureliano José is huge.

Aureliano.

- Where's our son?
- Where is he?

- Aureliano!
- Back!

Go home, Mom!

Ask for permission from the authorities
to come visit me in jail.

Aureliano!

Long live Colonel Buendía!

Long live Coronel Buendía!

Aureliano!

That's enough of this nonsense!

There's nothing to see here, damn it!
Everyone go home!

Colonel Aureliano Buendía
would be sentenced in Macondo

as a lesson to the town.

ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE

I need to see Colonel Aureliano Buendía.
He's my son. Let me in.

- Captain! I'm telling you to let me in.
- Let her in.

I've come to see my son,

Colonel Aureliano Buendía.

Ma'am,

did you mean "Mister" Buendía?

Whatever you say.

As long as I can see him.

We are waiting for the government
to confirm the sentence against him.

What sentence?

A death sentence.

In the meantime,
the order is solitary confinement.

I'm still going to go in.

So you can just shoot me
if that's the order.

See her in.

I haven't told you that we named
Arcadio's eldest daughter Remedios.

He asked for her to be named Úrsula,

but that name brings a lot of suffering.

No, you didn't tell me that.

But I already knew.

You were born with your eyes wide open...

looking at everything...

with a fearless curiosity.

I haven't forgotten.

Nor have I forgotten your sad look...

when I returned without your brother...

after having left you and Amaranta.

That look still hurts.

I feel like I've already lived all this...

but I can't see my death.

It feels like
the premonitions abandoned me.

I have something for you too.

These are the poems
that I wrote to Remedios.

Promise me...

that you'll burn them.

I don't want anyone to read them.

Let's go, ma'am.

Don't say goodbye.

Don't plead to anyone
or humiliate yourself because of me.

This is war.

Instead, pretend like
they executed me a while ago.

How are you tonight, Captain?

Good evening.

Good evening.

Sir,

we're not looking for trouble.

My officials and I just want a drink

and to have a good time.

No one wants to sleep with someone
who's been sentenced to death.

It's bad luck.

The rebels will be the condemned.

Maybe.

But everyone is saying

that the soldier who executes
Colonel Aureliano Buendía

and all the other soldiers
in his squad, one

by one...

will be murdered, no matter what.

Sooner or later.

Even if they go
to the end of the world to hide.

Look.

I have nothing against the colonel.

In fact, I admire his bravery,

but if the government gives the order,

we have to carry it out.

It's our duty.

Pray...

that the order never comes, Captain.

Excuse me, Captain.

Already?

Gerineldo Márquez...

you've been sentenced
to seven years in prison.

You and I are not so lucky.

They sentenced you to death for rebelling.

The telegraph orders
the execution to be immediate.

That is good news.

We finally have a telegraph in Macondo.

He did not feel fear or nostalgia

but intestinal rage
at the idea that this artificial death

would not let him see so many things
that he had left unfinished.

Any last words, Colonel Buendía?

As he faced the firing squad,

Colonel Aureliano Buendía

was to remember that distant afternoon

when his father took him to discover ice.

He saw himself again, as a small child,

in short pants,
wearing a tie around his neck.

And he thought of José Arcadio Buendía,

who, at that moment,
was thinking about him

under the dreary dawn
of the chestnut tree.

Soldiers.

Ready.

Aim.

Don't shoot.

Soldiers,

lower your weapons.

You were sent by Divine Providence.

Release him!

Release him!

I'm at your command, Colonel Buendía.

Welcome to the revolution, Carnicero.

Now you are Divine Providence.

Somebody had to save your skin.

Don't get yourself killed again.

I won't go after you.

No one knew about his intervention
to halt the execution.

Captain Roque Carnicero and his men
left with Colonel Aureliano Buendía

to join Colonel Victoriano Medina's
Revolutionary Forces.

One year after
Colonel Aureliano Buendía's escape,

the house was full of children.

Úrsula had taken in
Santa Sofía de la Piedad

and her eldest daughter, Remedios...

Don't do that.

...and a pair of twins who had been born
five months after Arcadio had been shot.

They were named Aureliano Segundo
and José Arcadio Segundo.

"Sa-tur-day."

"Sa-thur-day."

- Try it again.
- "Sa..."

Amaranta took care of them all.

Listen to this.

"After years of confrontations,

the government will meet with
Liberal politicians for the first time

to discuss the terms of a possible truce."

You saw it coming, José Arcadio.

You didn't need a premonition
to know that politics is a plague.

And the rest?

My sons are fighting
with the Liberal forces, sir.

With your brother, Colonel Buendía.

So what?

It's just that

we're alone,
and we aren't able to harvest all of this.

Give us more time, please.

Tell them to quit shooting

and come back to work.

Does it hurt?

Yes.

Aunt,

can I stay with you tonight?

Aureliano José,
you have to get used to sleeping alone.

It's the last time. I promise.

Fine.

Tired of living among the dead,

José Arcadio and Rebeca went to live
in the house Arcadio had built.

They made it their home,

loving each other
without asking permission.

Again, three times three?

Three times three is

nine.

Rebeca stated
that she didn't know anything about it.

It was a difficult story to believe,

but there was no other more plausible,

and no one could think
of any motive for Rebeca to murder

the man who had made her happy.

That was perhaps the only mystery
that was never cleared up in Macondo.

Rebeca closed the doors of her house
and buried herself alive...

covered with a thick crust of disdain

that no earthly temptation
was ever able to break.

Colonel, they are waiting for us.

Are you all right?

I was thinking about my brother.

I've dreamt of him for two nights,
and now I know why.

We have called upon
the leaders in the region

to support the Liberal Party
on a crucial day for our country!

The Conservative government
has opened the doors to dialogue,

and we must answer that call.

What we should do is shoot them!

- That's right!
- Let's keep fighting!

Gentlemen!

There is only one way
to put an end to this war.

- By reaching agreements.
- And what agreements are they?

Whatever agreements are necessary.
The first one is to go to the capital...

For example, to start,

Liberal representation
in the Congress of the Republic

and in other governmental positions.

That is what you want!

The future of Colombia
is at stake, gentlemen.

To get to these types of negotiations,
we must stop fighting.

We're not going to stop fighting, damn it!

That's not it.

What is at stake...

is the dignity of our people.

And that is nonnegotiable.

If you sign an armistice,

we can also ask
for regional representation

for you.

Colonel.

Here, Colonel.

We will sign...

when you have more to offer the people.

In the meantime,
we will continue our efforts.

That's right.

For supporting the Liberal rebellion...

Move back, ma'am.

...the national government
sentences you to death!

Ready!

Aim!

Long live the Liberal Party!

That was how the legend
of Colonel Aureliano Buendía began.

Long live Coronel Buendía!

HUICÁN TOWN HALL

Over the years, the colonel
was able to arm more than a thousand men

and declared war against the government.

Long live the revolution.

Colonel.

I stumbled first.

Then she responded with revenge
and made me suffer. A lot.

It's not like that.

I've only been with women
I've genuinely liked.

It's never any other way, man.

This is how they thank us
for our sacrifices on the battlefield.

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE

If the Liberals are going to bow down
to those Conservative sons of bitches...

then we're going to go after them too.

- Excuse me, Colonel.
- Come in.

Do you want to kill me, son of a bitch?

Another war began right there.

Here you are.

Colonel Aureliano Buendía's men
proclaimed him

chief of the Revolutionary Forces
of the Caribbean with the rank of general.

He assumed the position
but refused the promotion

and took the stand
that he would never accept it

as long
as the Conservative regime was in power.

Colonel.

Colonel Aureliano Buendía.

General José Raquel Moncada.

All politicians are
the same shit, Moncada.

The only difference is that the Liberals
go to mass at 5:00,

and the Conservatives go to mass at 8:00.

That's true.

That's why this war... makes no sense.

The other Liberal leaders
are negotiating with the government.

And they're going to sign, Aureliano.

They're tired.

It's been over ten years.

We'll fight for ten more,
or however long it takes

for the people to decide their fate.

We're tired of them deciding for us.

We both know that you're fighting

to get vindication
for what your party did to you.

That too.

I don't deny that.

The Liberal leaders must once again
recognize us as a legitimate army.

We aren't a bunch of outlaws.

Then stop attacking
innocent people, Aureliano.

You're starting to make a few enemies.

Why are you here, Moncada?

Did they send you to bribe me
or to threaten me?

No one sent me to do anything.

I came to say goodbye
because I'm leaving the front.

They named me
the civil and military chief of Macondo.

I'm going to take care of your people.

I promise.

You're one of the most decent men I know,
José Raquel.

But despite that...

you're still a Conservative.

Breakfast is ready.

Aureliano Segundo, José Arcadio Segundo!

The twins were so similar and mischievous

that not even their family
could tell them apart.

- Good morning, Granny.
- Good morning, Granny.

Good morning.
Sit over there, Aureliano Segundo.

Aureliano José.

Aureliano José!

Aureliano José, tall like his father,
was already a grown man.

Yes, Granny?

Go get Remedios and your aunt Amaranta.

Breakfast is going to get cold.

Aureliano José felt a strange trembling

at the sight of the splendid breasts
with their brown nipples.

He kept on examining her,

discovering the miracle of her intimacy
inch by inch,

and he felt his skin tingle
as he contemplated.

Good evening.

Mrs. Úrsula Iguarán de Buendía?

- Yes.
- Allow me to introduce myself.

I am General José Raquel Moncada.
At your service.

What do you need?

I have been named the new civil
and military chief of Macondo,

and it would be a great honor for me

if you would show me around your town.

The soldiers have done
a lot of damage to Macondo, General.

Both the reds and the blues.

I know.

My mission is to take care
of this town, no matter the colors.

I made that promise to Colonel Buendía.

You spoke with my son?

Yes.

I met with him before coming here.

Has he been captured?

No, he's with his men,
leading the rebel army.

We're enemies.

Personal enemies.

But we share a common enemy
that's even stronger.

Injustice.

Injustice changes its face
according to interests, General.

Words are as empty now

as they were
during the times of the insomnia plague.

Mrs. Úrsula,

I respect your son,

and I will treat Macondo
with that same respect.

You have my word.

I hope so, General.

Macondo cannot give you
any more dead men for this war.

Have a nice evening.

- You scared me.
- Forgive me.

Amaranta?

The candles.

I'm coming. I'll bring them to you.

Easy. She didn't notice.

Not today.

But if we continue like this, she will.

Mom, here they are.

While Colonel Aureliano Buendía

was sneaking about through
the narrow trails of permanent subversion,

General Moncada replaced
the soldiers with unarmed policemen

and created an atmosphere of confidence

that made people think of the war
as an absurd nightmare of the past.

No banner should be above human dignity.

That is why everyone in Macondo
must have the same rights.

The same opportunities.

That's what its founders always wanted.

And the first step...
to making that a reality

is to guarantee public education.

Therefore, starting today,

this space will once again serve
its original purpose.

I have to confess I didn't think
that you'd keep your promise

or that I would live to see Macondo
like it was during José Arcadio's time.

What was that like, ma'am?

There were no sides

or soldiers.

We didn't know what fear was,

and people painted their houses
whatever color they wanted.

Well, I'm glad to hear
that we're on the right track.

Yes.

Is there any news about Aureliano?

No.

I just hope
he's considering laying down his arms.

Men get used to war.

Then they can't find a way out of it.

I'm your aunt.

What we're doing is terrible.

No, it's not. It's beautiful.

Get out.

Can't you see what we're doing?

It's a sin.

Leave me alone, please.

Is that what you really want?

Tell me to leave again, and I'll go.

I want you to go as far away as possible.

In that case,
may they kill me in the trenches.

I prefer that to your coldness.

Where's your grandfather?

He's back there.

He's been like that all morning.

We just received a letter.

It's from Aureliano.

He's getting premonitions again.

We come from water.

ÚRSULA, MOM,
TAKE GREAT CARE OF DAD

BECAUSE HE IS GOING TO DIE.
AURELIANO B.

Despite his undiminished strength,

José Arcadio Buendía
was in no condition to resist.

That colossal old man,
beaten by sun and rain,

was indifferent to everything.

You shall see that their fates

will also be entwined.

Try to get some sleep.

This afternoon is so beautiful.

Cool.

Wait, my love.

I'm not sleepy yet.

José Arcadio Buendía consoled himself
with the dream of the infinite rooms.

He dreamed that he was getting out of bed,

opening the door,
and going into another room.

My boy.

Melquiades.

My old friend.

And then into another,

as in a gallery of mirrors,

until he found a descendant in one,

Aureliano Babilonia,

reading, many years later,

in Melquiades's manuscripts,

the very moment he was living.

Prudencio.

A light rain of tiny yellow flowers fell

on the town all through the night
in a silent storm.

They covered the roofs
and blocked the doors.

So many flowers fell that they had
to clear the streets with shovels

so that the funeral procession
could pass by.

Years after the death of his father,

one October first,

Colonel Aureliano Buendía

returned to Macondo
with a thousand well-armed men,

and the garrison received
the order to resist until the end.

Ladies and gentlemen.
Go back to your homes!

Defend yourselves!
They're already here! Look alive!

Let's go. To the front.
Bring that cannon to the front!

Very good.

José Raquel!

José Raquel, what's going on?

Aureliano.

He and his army arrived at dawn.

What are you going to do?

If they attack us,

we'll fight back.

Bring the machine gun here!
To the front as well.

- Everything ready?
- I don't know which of you is dumber.

PUBLIC SCHOOL

Úrsula felt as if her son were a stranger.

His face had acquired a metallic hardness,

and he showed the first symptoms
of resistance to nostalgia.

Aureliano.

Mother.

Are you going to attack Macondo?

That's absurd.

There is no other way.

We must topple the government.

Aureliano, dear God.

We haven't been at such peace
in a long time.

Nobody went back
to talking about politics in town.

Don't do this, son.

I'll give Moncada the option to surrender.

That's more than enough.

You are the leader of these outlaws,

and you can choose
not to bring war to Macondo again!

Do you know
how many years I've been waiting

to take back Macondo for our cause?

I don't.

But what I do know

is that you still have time
to do the right thing.

ARMED WE WILL ACHIEVE VICTORY

...deceased.

God the Son, Redeemer of the world,
have mercy on the souls of the departed.

God the Son, Redeemer of the world,
have mercy on the souls of the departed.

Thou who holdest
the keys of death and of hell,

we beseech thee...

Redeemer of the world,

have mercy on the souls
of the faithful departed.

Holy Trinity, one God,

God, the Father of heaven,

have mercy on the souls of the departed.

Thou who holdest
the keys of death and of hell...

we beseech thee.

We didn't escape it, José Arcadio Buendía.

We ended up creating a monster.

Attack!

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY
GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ

Subtitle translation by: Alison Woods