Original subtitles

In that prodigious moment,

Melquiades's definitive keys were revealed to Aureliano Babilonia,

and he saw the inscription on the parchments perfectly placed

in the time and space of men.

The first of the line tied to a tree,

and the last being eaten by ants.

ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE

In the center of the chalk circle that only he could enter,

Colonel Aureliano Buendía decided with brief, unappealable orders,

the fate of the world.

Colonel.

Some women are here to talk to you.

Let them wait.

-Aureliano José. -Sir.

The tweezers.

Free Moncada!

Moncada is innocent. Free him!

Free him!

Ladies,

you are breaking curfew.

Go home.

You've already taken the town back, Aureliano.

Isn't that enough?

If you have anything else to say, ladies,

submit a formal petition to the court-martial.

Good afternoon.

You can say whatever you want.

But don't forget, Aureliano…

that as long as God gives me life, I am still your mother.

And no matter how revolutionary you may be,

I can still pull your pants down and give you a spanking if necessary.

Free Moncada!

Free Moncada!

Are you so afraid of death you can't speak to someone who's been condemned?

That's it.

Look me in the eyes before you execute me.

Let me be clear, José Raquel.

I'm not executing you.

The revolution is executing you.

Go to hell, Aureliano.

You know perfectly well that every court-martial is a sham.

Tell me one thing.

Wouldn't you have done the same if you were me?

Of course.

Yes,

but being executed doesn't worry me.

What worries me

is that by having so much hatred toward the military,

you ended up being just like them.

Attention, everyone!

A curfew is in place for all of Macondo.

No one is allowed to leave!

Where are you going so late?

To watch the execution.

Isn't there a curfew?

Do you want to come?

Why do you want to see that?

They also executed our dad.

José Arcadio Segundo and Aureliano Segundo did not look like brothers,

but a trick of mirrors.

They were so alike

that not even Santa Sofía de la Piedad,

their own mother, could tell them apart.

Soldiers!

Ready!

…who art in Heaven,

hallowed be thy Name,

thy kingdom come…

Aim!

Fire!

…but deliver us from evil. Amen.

He's alive!

-Grab him! -He's alive!

He's alive!

It's the colonel's nephew.

He's alive!

-Take him away! -You'll bury him alive!

-Come on. -Murderers!

-Grab him, goddamn it. -Get out.

-Get him out of here. -He's alive!

Walk.

Murderers!

You're going to bury him alive!

Murderers!

José Arcadio Segundo was so affected by the death of General Moncada

that from then on, he hated war,

and decided to take refuge in the village church.

We are here to pay tribute to a great man,

who God called to His kingdom this morning.

General José Raquel Moncada.

God did not call him, Father!

Those Liberal assholes killed him.

-Yes! -The colonel killed him.

-Murderous colonel! -Yes, it was the colonel.

Fucking colonel!

Silence, gentlemen!

We are in the house of God…

not a public square.

Meanwhile,

lost in a book he found lying around,

Aureliano Segundo recognized Melquiades immediately.

Greetings, young man.

That inherited memory had been passed down from generation to generation.

And it came to him from his grandfather's memory.

What is that?

From then on, they saw each other every afternoon.

Melquiades told him about the world.

He was trying to instill his old wisdom in him.

But he refused to translate the manuscripts,

since no one was to know their meaning

until 100 years had passed.

Goodbye.

"I continue to strengthen the bonds that make us proud

to belong to this corner of the world."

Who wrote this garbage?

Did you add sugar?

What's wrong, Dad?

Hey, what's wrong?

-Help! -What's wrong, my friend?

Breathe, my friend.

Doctor!

-Breathe. -Aureliano, what's wrong?

-Call a doctor! -Aureliano!

Mama Úrsula, they poisoned Aureliano!

Santa Sofía, prepare a basket with eggs, vinegar, and two sprigs of dill.

Leave me alone with my son.

I told you to leave!

-Come on. -Let's go.

Remedios the Beauty turned 20 walking around the house naked.

Go put something on.

Her nature resisted any kind of conventionalism.

Aureliano José.

Forgive her.

We can't get her to stop.

It's not a bad habit, Mom. It's the heat.

How's your dad doing?

Grandmother is still with him.

They gave him enough strychnine to kill a horse,

but Úrsula says he will survive.

Amen.

Shall I prepare your room?

No, thank you.

I just came to get something.

Are my things still in there?

Úrsula won't let us touch anything.

She still holds out hope that you will one day regain your sanity.

Excuse me.

Go ahead.

Aureliano José then knew what he had to do.

Because he was no longer a child afraid of the dark,

but a wild animal.

Who is it?

Amaranta, it's me.

Let me in.

Stop. I said no.

Please listen to me.

In battle, I met a Liberal colonel

and I told him about us.

I always knew you were reckless!

I told him I wanted to marry my aunt.

You're not just reckless, you're dumb.

He told me that's what this war was for.

The only thing I didn't do was breastfeed you.

I'm practically your mother.

Leave now.

I'm being serious this time, Aureliano José.

Don't ever come back,

or I'll kill myself.

No one knew when José Arcadio Segundo began ringing the tower bells…

or assisting Father Antonio Isabel with Mass,

or taking care of the cocks in the rectory.

He became as adept at theological tricks

as he was skilled in cockpit tricks.

Let the fight begin!

Kill it!

Kill it!

Thank you, Mom.

Are you going to stay in Macondo until you're better?

In that case, may God protect you, son.

Get ready, gentlemen.

We're leaving today as planned.

Excuse me, but you should rest for a few days, my friend.

I have decided to appoint you civil and military chief.

Macondo needs someone trustworthy.

And I need you to take care of the sons of bitches who tried to kill me.

Where is my boy?

Where is Aureliano José?

I don't know.

He who doesn't want to be part of a revolution…

shouldn't be.

-Did you hear about the colonel? -Of course. They almost killed him.

No way. His days are numbered.

Are you talking about the colonel?

-I'm just here to drink, okay? -Okay, no worries. It's all good.

-It's always the same. -Macondo is Liberal!

Hey, what's wrong with you?

I hope they kill the colonel!

I hope they do!

Kill the Liberals!

Here.

Thank you.

How did I get here?

Do you prefer the park bench?

Got another one?

Take this one.

Pilar Ternera had lost all hope,

but her heart grew old without bitterness.

Over time, they became more than just mother and son.

They became accomplices in their solitude.

MARCONI TELEGRAPH

DON'T BE DUMB. RAIN IS NORMAL IN AUGUST.

The Conservative army has not advanced.

The situation in the town is under control.

In his capacity as civil and military chief of Macondo,

Gerineldo had conversations over telegraph twice a week

with Colonel Aureliano Buendía.

Colonel Márquez…

we are close to the Sierra Nevada.

War is hard,

but the sacrifices will bear fruit.

There is no time for hesitation or weakness.

Sincerely, Colonel Aureliano Buendía.

Your family is well.

Úrsula, as strong as ever,

continues to sell her candies all over Macondo.

But little by little, the dots and dashes in his voice

became more distant.

Aureliano, it's raining in Macondo.

Don't be dumb, Gerineldo.

Rain is normal in August in Macondo.

May the grace of Jesus Christ, our Lord,

always be with you all.

And with your spirit.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Amen.

You may be seated.

Today, we're going to offer the Sacrifice of the Mass

so that the conflicts that have arisen between us may cease

around the faith of Christ.

For the wicked said to one another,

Solomon tells us, reasoning without judgment,

short and full of tedium is the time of our lives.

There is no consolation in the end of man

or after his death,

nor is anyone known

to have returned from hell or from the other world.

Remedios, please.

Where is your shawl?

What did you do with it?

Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name…

Amaranta, for God's sake, why don't you open the door?

Mrs. Úrsula,

my name is Asunción Centeno, and this is my son.

No need to say anything else, ma'am.

I recognize that look.

Amaranta, get me the notebook.

They brought children of all ages,

of all colors,

but all males.

They had an air of solitude, so their kinship could not be questioned.

They were baptized with the name Aureliano and their mother's surname.

The law forbade the use of their father's surname

as long as he did not acknowledge them.

Then I want you to bring four bottles of rum from the sacristy.

There's only one left.

They drank them all last night.

Then we'll use consecrated wine today.

Hello!

Hello!

Father, I apologize for showing up unannounced.

I was told you are very kind.

Perhaps you could help me.

Nice to meet you.

Petra Cotes. I've just arrived in Macondo.

Father Antonio Isabel.

I wanted to know if you would be so kind as to let me raffle off my rabbit tonight.

During the cockfight.

That depends on which political party you're affiliated with, Petra.

Father, with God's political party.

In that case, come tonight at 8:00.

God bless you, Father.

Ten pesos on Whirlwind.

Why are you here?

To bet.

Or am I not allowed?

If they see you, they'll throw you out.

This is the house of God.

All are welcome here.

Let the fight begin!

Twenty to fifteen on Pinto. Who's in?

-Isn't he a Liberal? -Come on, rooster! Come on. Peck him!

-Peck him, Whirlwind! -Kick him out!

What's going on? Let go of me, José Arcadio.

Lay a hand on me again, and I'll break your face.

It's the colonel's son! Get him out of here!

Get him out of here.

Kick him out.

Okay. Enough.

Liberals are banned here.

Who said I'm a Liberal?

I just wanted to bet.

Go home, or to Catarino's. You're drunk.

Since when are you a Conservative?

And why are you hiding your girlfriend?

She's not my girlfriend.

Nice to meet you.

Excuse my nephew.

He hasn't known a woman yet. That's why he's so rude.

But I know them well.

Just go.

Go away.

José Arcadio.

Long live love!

Five, six, seven, eight.

Carnicero!

Carnicero!

Is there any news?

An emissary arrived with a message from the president.

Tell him to come in.

And listen to me.

Bring me a ruana.

It's freezing in here.

Good morning. I've

brought you

a letter from

the president.

You read it.

I'm getting dressed.

"Dear… Aurelio…"

Buendía.

"Buendía."

"The nation longs for peace."

"I urge you to consider an armistice."

"By surrendering,

we guarantee a future where your name will be remembered not for conflict,

but for the heroism of peace."

Dear Mr. President…

with all due respect…

you and your armistice can go to hell.

Lost in the solitude of his immense power,

he began to lose his way.

His orders were carried out before they were given,

before he even conceived them.

And they always went further

than he would have dared to send them.

COLONEL AURELIANO BUENDÍA SAYS "NO!" TO ARMISTICE

"Aureliano Buendía…

head of the subversive group in the Caribbean,

unleashes violence and sends a macabre message to the president."

"There are indications

that it was Buendía himself

who personally beheaded the emissary,

sending his chilling message to the president of the republic."

"The message, an unreserved rejection of the armistice,

has shocked the entire country."

You shouldn't go out tonight.

The situation with your dad could stir up trouble.

Don't worry. I'm going to the theater.

There's someone I want you to meet.

Oh, really? And who's that?

Stay.

I'll introduce you to her.

I promise I'll be back early, and you can introduce me.

Tomorrow, we will leave for Asturias.

Portugal, which gave us asylum, will give us a clear step forward.

See you tomorrow, then.

Sleep soundly, Theudia.

Sir, will you watch over my sleep?

From now on, of the two, there is neither second nor first.

-Sir… -Leave me alone until dawn.

I lost everything I loved there.

-Me too. -Me too.

Parents, siblings…

-My friends betrayed me. -Mine too.

-Mine too. -I had to flee.

-Nothing is worse. -For me neither.

Sometimes I think about horrible revenge.

-Is that your dagger? -Yes.

That iron is the death of the Goths.

-I'm a Goth. -Me too!

His enemy too.

Hey, be quiet.

I had never been to the theater before.

Me neither. We'll come back soon.

Go spit on your grandma, Conservative asshole!

You're the real son of a bitch here!

That's right!

-That's it. -My God.

May the first stone be cast…

by the man who hasn't slept with his whore of a mother.

Talk about her again, and I'll kill you!

-Son of a whore! -Show him who's boss!

And in addition to being the son of a whore,

he's a Buendía.

Get the Buendías out of here!

Firstborn of the biggest asshole this town has ever created.

Come on. Let's go home.

Carmelita Montiel,

a 20-year-old virgin, had just bathed in orange blossom water.

She was scattering rosemary leaves on Pilar Ternera's bed

when the shot rang out.

-Grab him! -Stop him!

Kill that Conservative asshole!

Aureliano José was destined to know

the happiness Amaranta denied him.

To have seven children

and to die of old age in her arms.

A group was needed

to put in a wheelbarrow the lumpy body of a man

that fell apart like a soggy loaf of bread.

May his soul rest in peace.

In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Rest in peace, my son.

HUMAN VANITIES END HERE

Months later,

Colonel Aureliano Buendía returned to Macondo…

after having reached inconceivable extremes of cruelty

to suppress the rebellions of his own officers.

He arrived without noise or escort.

Wrapped in a blanket despite the heat.

Tired of the uncertainty,

of the vicious circle of that eternal war

that always found him in the same place.

Increasingly older,

more tired,

and without knowing why or how or until when.

How can you sit here with a murderer?

Thank you.

-His own son was killed because of him. -Don't say that.

-Aureliano José was-- -They took revenge for his atrocities.

They killed him…

because war is always more unjust to the innocent.

But that's how all wars are.

These are the names of your other children.

17 have come forward so far.

The colonel then understood

that those children and teenagers, who were everywhere,

and who looked at him with his own eyes,

were the children he had fathered with women whose names he did not know.

How are you, son?

News arrived from the capital that you had returned to Macondo.

They sent another emissary.

The party's lawyers.

Mr. Buendía.

We're here on behalf of the president.

I know what you want. Let's get to it.

Well, Mr. Buendía,

the president reiterates his commitment to grant you

political participation in all the towns you have liberated

in exchange for three things.

I'm listening.

Yes.

First, you must renounce the review of property titles.

Second, renounce the fight against clerical influence.

And finally,

you must renounce the aspirations for equal rights

for both extramarital and legitimate children

to preserve the integrity of the home.

That would mean

that for the last twenty years,

the only thing we've been fighting for is power.

Where do I sign?

The pen.

Here, Mr. Buendía.

You can sign here.

Excuse me, Colonel, but this is an act of betrayal.

What did you say, Gerineldo?

If you sign this armistice…

you are giving up on all our struggles.

And that makes you a traitor.

Go say goodbye to your mother.

From now on, you are at the disposal of the court-martial.

Take care of your heart, Aureliano.

You're rotting alive, my friend.

I know you're going to shoot Gerineldo.

I can't do anything to stop it,

but I am warning you of one thing, Aureliano.

As soon as I see the corpse,

I swear on the bones of my father and my mother…

on the memory of José Arcadio Buendía…

I swear to you before God, Aureliano…

I will find you, wherever you may go,

and I will kill you with my own hands.

The same thing I would have done…

if you had been born with a pig's tail.

This charade is over, my friend.

You are free.

I'd rather die by firing squad than see you become a traitor.

No, man.

You won't see me become a traitor.

Get out of there before the mosquitoes kill you.

ARMISTICE SIGNED BETWEEN THE GOVERNMENT AND THE REBEL FORCES

You're fitter than ever, Colonel.

You could fight another 30 wars.

Where exactly is my heart?

Everyone tells me it's rotten.

Allow me.

What's all this?

Great-grandfather's projects.

Did he make them?

Some, yes.

They almost drove Great-grandmother mad.

If you keep distracting me, you'll drive me mad.

José Arcadio Segundo would never know

that what he found would change the fate of Macondo.

Open it, Aureliano.

Coming.

Why the face, José Arcadio?

Let's celebrate peace.

He was often mistaken for his brother.

That day, Aureliano Segundo did not correct the mistake.

Good morning, Colonel.

Welcome, Colonel.

Before signing,

I have a request.

I want my men to receive a pension as war veterans,

and for us to be recognized as a legitimate army.

That's all I ask

in exchange for total surrender.

Don't worry, Colonel.

I give you my word.

Over here.

Subtitle translation by: Alison Woods