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At that prodigious instant,

Melquiades' final keys were revealed to Aureliano Babilonia.

He saw the epigraph of the parchments perfectly placed

in the order of man's time and space.

The first of the line is tied to a tree,

and the last is being eaten by ants.

ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE

At the center of the chalk circle only he could enter,

Colonel Aureliano Buend�a decided with brief and unappealable orders

the fate of the world.

-Colonel? -Hmm?

There are some women outside that wanna talk to you.

Well, let 'em wait.

This is a peaceful protest!

-Aureliano Jos�? -Yes, sir?

Where are my tweezers?

Release General Moncada! Release General Moncada!

Release General Moncada! Release General Moncada!

Release General Moncada!

Release General Moncada!

Release General Moncada!

Moncada is innocent! Set him free!

Release him!

Ladies,

you are all violating curfew.

Go home already.

You've taken back Macondo, Aureliano.

Why is that not enough for you?

If you've got something else that you'd like to say,

then file a formal petition with the Council of War.

Good afternoon.

You can talk down to us all you want.

But don't you forget, Aureliano,

that as long as God keeps me on this earth, I'm your mother.

And no matter how revolutionary you are,

I can still pull down your pants and give you a proper whipping

if I have to!

Release General Moncada!

Release General Moncada! Release General Moncada!

-Release General Moncada! -Right.

Release General Moncada!

Release General Moncada!

Stop pushing me!

Hey, stop pushing, ladies!

-Release him! -Stop it!

Is your fear of death so great

that you can't even speak to a man who's been condemned to it?

Release him right now!

Ma'am, stop resisting, or we're gonna arrest you too!

You monster!

That's enough! That's enough! Everybody go home!

That's right.

Look me in the eyes before you take my life.

Make no mistake, Jos� Raquel,

I did not sentence you.

The revolution sentenced you.

Go to hell, Aureliano.

You know as well as I do that these war councils are a farce.

Hmm. Let me ask you this.

Wouldn't you have done the same thing in my place?

Probably.

Yeah.

But this isn't about my execution.

The thing that really concerns me

is that, for how much you say you despise the military,

you've become just like them.

-Hmm. -Mm.

Citizens of Macondo!

A curfew is in place across town.

No one is allowed to go outside.

Where are you going at this hour?

There will be no exceptions!

To see the execution.

Didn't you hear? There's curfew.

Do you want to come?

Why would you wanna see that?

That's how our father died.

Jos� Arcadio Segundo and Aureliano Segundo

looked like a trick of mirrors.

They were so much alike

that not even Santa Sof�a de la Piedad, their mother, could tell them apart.

Soldiers!

Ready!

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Aim!

Fire!

-He's alive! He's alive. -Soldiers, take him away!

-Hey, stop him! -He's still alive!

It's the colonel's nephew.

He's still alive!

-Grab him! -You're gonna bury him alive!

-Come on. -Murderer!

Restrain him!

Stop moving!

-Take him away! -Stop!

-He's alive! He's alive! -Let's go. Come on.

Murderers!

You're gonna bury him alive!

He's still alive!

You're all murderers!

The death of General Moncada

made such an impression on Jos� Arcadio Segundo

that from then on, he detested war,

and he decided to take refuge in the town church.

We are gathered here today

to pay tribute to a great man,

whom God has called back to his kingdom this morning.

General Jos� Raquel Moncada.

God didn't call him, Father.

He was murdered by those god-forsaken Liberals.

-That's right. -The colonel killed him!

The colonel's a murderer!

He's a murderer!

Silence, all of you!

We are still in the house of God,

not in some public square.

Meanwhile, while lost in a book he'd found,

Aureliano Segundo instantly recognized Melquiades.

Hello, young man.

The old gypsy was a memory

that had been passed down from generation to generation

and had reached him through his grandfather.

What is this?

From then on, they met every afternoon.

Melquiades spoke to him of the world.

He tried to impress upon him his old wisdom

but refused to translate the manuscripts,

for their meaning was not to be understood

until a hundred years had passed.

Sir, could you help me? Of course. What do you need?

May I please have five of these?

You wouldn't believe how much they've grown.

See you both tomorrow, then?

We'll be there nice and early so we can discuss.

-Mm-hmm. -See you.

"And it is my honor to continue to strengthen the ties

that make us proud to belong to this corner of the world."

Who writes this bullshit?

You put sugar in this?

Father, what's wrong?

Hey, what is it?

-Help! -What is it? What happened?

-Breathe, breathe! -Medic!

-Breathe! -Colonel, what's wrong?

-We need a medic! -Colonel!

Mama �rsula, Aureliano's been poisoned!

Santa Sof�a, fetch me a basket of eggs and vinegar and two sprigs of dill.

Leave me alone with my son.

Why are you still standing there?

-Come on. -Let's go.

Remedios the Beauty had wandered naked through the house

for 20 years�

Go put some clothes on.

�because her nature would not accept any form of convention.

Aureliano Jos�, forgive her.

She won't stop. It's a bad habit.

It's not a habit, Mama. It's too hot.

How's your father?

Grandma's still with him.

They gave him enough strychnine to put a horse down,

but �rsula says he'll survive.

Amen. I can get your room ready if you'd like to spend the night.

No. No, thank you.

Just picking something up.

Are my things still here?

Mama �rsula won't let us touch anything.

She's still holding out hope that you'll come to your senses soon.

Excuse me.

Go ahead.

Aureliano Jos� knew then what he had to do

because he was no longer some child afraid of the dark,

but an animal of the barracks.

Who is it?

Amaranta, it's me.

Let me in.

No, wait.

Sh. Listen to me, all right?

I met a Liberal colonel in battle,

and I told him about me and you.

I always knew you were reckless!

I told him I wanted to marry my aunt.

You're not just reckless, you're a fool!

He said that's the whole reason we're at war with the Church.

I did everything aside from breastfeeding you.

Raised you like you were my son.

So get out.

I really mean it this time, Aureliano Jos�.

And don't come back.

Or I'll kill myself.

It's our night tonight. Let's win this thing tonight.

It's our night tonight. Let's win this thing tonight.

No one knew exactly when Jos� Arcadio Segundo

began ringing the bells in the church tower

or started assisting Father Antonio Isabel at Mass

and tending the fighting cocks in the parish courtyard.

But he became as skilled in theological tricks

as he was in the tricks of cockfighting.

Let 'em loose!

Kill him! Kill him!

Come on!

Come on!

Thank you, Mother.

You'll stay in Macondo until you're fully recovered?

In that case, may God be with you, son.

Gentlemen, get ready.

We're leaving today. Same as we planned.

I'm sorry if I'm overstepping,

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

I've decided to appoint you civil and military leader.

Macondo needs someone trustworthy.

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

Where's my son?

-Where is Aureliano Jos�? -I don't know. I haven't seen him.

Hmm.

Anyone who's unwilling to join the revolution

has no place with us.

Bartender, bring us a bottle.

Two for my friends.

-This is important. -No!

Hey, what's going on?

-You heard about the colonel? -Oh, yeah. They almost killed him.

What about you two? Give 'em four more. Four more.

I'm telling you, his days are numbered.

What did you say about the colonel?

I'm just here for a drink.

No, no, me too. I was just asking.

Always the same shit with this guy.

Macondo is Liberal!

What's wrong with you?

I hope to God they kill the colonel!

-Kill him once and for all! -This is our town!

Liberal motherfuckers!

-You're all murderers! -Liberal trash!

-Conservative bastards! -We'll show you who's weak.

I'll kill you. I swear to God!

Get off of me!

I'm gonna kill you!

That's right! I'm here! Right here! Come on!

I'll kill you!

You want some more? Come on!

I'll take you all! Come on!

Here.

Thank you.

Why am I here?

Should I have left you to sleep outside?

Got another one?

Take this one.

Pilar Ternera had lost all semblance of hope,

yet her heart never turned bitter with age.

Over time, they became more than mother and son.

They became accomplices in solitude.

MARCONI TELEGRAPH

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

The Conservative army has not advanced yet.

Situation under control in Macondo.

As the appointed civil and military leader of Macondo,

Gerineldo had telegraphic conversations with Colonel Aureliano Buend�a

twice a week.

Colonel M�rquez.

We're extremely close to the Sierra Nevada.

War never lets up, but surely our sacrifices will bear fruit.

There's no time for weakness or hesitation.

Sincerely, Colonel Aureliano Buend�a.

Your family is doing well.

�rsula remains as strong as ever,

still selling her candy all over town.

But little by little,

the dots and dashes of his voice became faint and distant.

Aureliano, it's raining in Macondo.

Don't be stupid, Gerineldo.

Rain is not unusual in Macondo in August.

May the grace of our Lord, Jesus Christ,

be with you always.

And also with you.

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

Amen.

You may be seated.

Today, we will offer the Sacrifice of the Mass

so that the discord that has arisen among us

over the faith of Christ may come to an end.

Because our lives are but fleeting and full of sorrow,

according to Solomon, in the Book of Wisdom.

Our lives are but fleeting and full of sorrow,

and there is no consolation for a man when he reaches his end,

nor after his death, for never has a man been known to return from the grave.

Remedios, for the love of God! Where is your shawl?

What did you do with your shawl?

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

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

Mrs. Buend�a.

My name is Asunci�n Centeno, and this is my son.

There's no need to say anything else, ma'am.

I recognize that look.

Amaranta, bring me my notebook.

Children of every age and skin color continued to arrive.

Every single one of them male.

They all bore the same look of solitude that revealed their kinship.

They were all baptized with the name Aureliano

and their mother's surname,

as the law did not allow them to take their father's surname

until he recognized them.

I'll need you to bring four bottles of rum from the sacristy.

There's only one left. They drank them all last night.

Then we'll have communion wine today.

Hello!

Morning.

Oh, Father, I'm sorry to show up unannounced like this,

but I'm wondering if you could help.

Someone told me you are kind.

Nice to meet you.

Petra Cotes. Just arrived in Macondo.

Father Antonio Isabel.

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

At one of your famous cockfights.

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

Father, God's political party, of course!

Then come tonight at 8:00.

May God bless you, Father.

Kill him, you stupid bird!

What am I betting for, you useless animal!

That's it! Come on, come on!

Ten pesos on Torbellino.

What are you doing here?

I'm betting.

That a problem?

If they catch you here, they'll have you thrown out.

This is the house of God,

and everyone here is welcome.

Let them loose!

Twenty to fifteen on Pinto. Let's bet!

-Isn't that the colonel's son? -Come on, bird! Come on! Peck!

Peck him, Torbellino!

What are you doing? Let go, Jos� Arcadio! Let go of me!

You put your hands on me again, I'll break your fucking face.

That's the colonel's son. Get him out of here!

Get rid of that Liberal!

Get out now!

All right, all right.

Liberals are not permitted in here.

Who says I'm a Liberal?

I just wanted to place a bet.

Look, just go to Catarino's or go home. You're piss drunk.

Since when are you a Conservative?

Huh?

And why have you been hiding your girlfriend, huh?

She's not my girlfriend.

How are you?

Please excuse my nephew.

He doesn't know women yet.

That's why he's such an idiot.

But I know women very well.

Just go.

Get out of here.

Jos� Arcadio.

Here's to finding love!

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine, ten.

Easy! Easy! Whoa!

Carnicero!

Carnicero!

What news do you have?

An emissary from the capital has got a message from the president.

Let him in.

One more thing. Bring me a ruana.

It's freezing in here.

Good morning, sir.

I, uh� I've I brought you a le�

a letter from the� p-p-president.

You read it.

I'm getting dressed.

"D-D�"

"Dear Au� Aurel--"

Buend�a.

"B-Buend�a."

"The nation longs for peace."

"I urge you to consider an armistice."

"In laying down your arms, the government ensures you a future

where your legacy will be known not for conflict,

but rather for the heroism of lasting peace."

Dear Mr. President.

Comma.

If I may say so respectfully�

you can go straight to hell

and take your armistice with you.

Adrift in the loneliness of his immeasurable power,

he began to lose his way.

His orders were carried out before they were ever given,

before he had conceived them.

And they always went much further than what he intended.

Get your paper! All your regional and capital news here!

I'll take one, Felipe.

Get your paper!

I've got vegetables, fruit, onions�

"Aureliano Buend�a�

�the subversive group leader in the Caribbean,

unleashes violence and sends macabre message to the president."

"There's reason to believe

that it was Colonel Buend�a himself who decapitated the emissary,

thus sending his grim message to the president of the republic."

"His message, an utter rejection of an armistice,

has shocked the entire country."

-Aureliano. -Hmm?

You shouldn't go out tonight.

There's gonna be trouble after this thing with your father.

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

There's someone I want you to meet.

Oh yeah? Who?

Stay here.

I'll set up a time for you to meet her.

I promise I'll be home early. I'll meet her then.

Tomorrow, we leave for Asturias.

Portugal, who once gave us asylum, will grant us safe passage.

Till tomorrow, then.

Sleep well. Sleep, my friend.

Sir, will you keep vigil over my sleep?

From now on, you and I are one and the same.

-But, sir� -Leave me be until dawn.

There I have lost all that I have loved.

-So have I. -So have I.

Fathers, brothers�

-So have I. -Sh.

-I've been betrayed too. -I had to flee.

I expect nothing.

Neither do I.

At times, I think about horrible acts of revenge.

-Is that dagger yours? -Yes.

That dagger shall be the death of Conservatives.

-I'm Conservative! -So am I!

Sh!

-Stop whistling. Be quiet! -Be quiet.

You know I've never been to the theater.

Me neither. We'll come back soon.

Go to hell, you Conservative son of a bitch!

-Hey, watch out! -Did you see that?

The only son of a bitch here is you!

Hey, don't let him push you around like that.

Yeah, fight!

Let the first stone be cast�

by the man who hasn't fucked his own whore of a mother.

Don't talk about his mother that way!

Mess with my mother, and I'll put a bullet in you!

-Conservative bastard! -Show him who's in charge.

He's more than a son of a bitch. He's a Buend�a.

-Out with the Buend�as! -Put that Liberal scum in his place.

Firstborn of the filthiest bastard this town's ever seen.

Carmelita Montiel,

a twenty-year-old virgin,

had just bathed in orange blossom water.

She was scattering rosemary leaves on Pilar Ternera's bed

when the shot went off.

Grab that son of a bitch! Get him!

Don't let that bastard get away!

Kill that Conservative son of bitch!

Aureliano Jos� had been destined to find with her

the happiness that Amaranta had denied him.

To have seven children and to die in her arms of old age.

The other man's body was so far gone

that a patrol had to use a wheelbarrow to carry away his remains,

which had fallen apart like bread soaked in water.

May his soul rest in peace.

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

Rest in peace, my son.

HUMAN VANITIES END HERE

Months later,

Colonel Aureliano Buend�a returned to Macondo

after committing inconceivable acts of cruelty

to quell his own officers' rebellion.

He arrived in silence and without an escort,

wrapped in a blanket, despite the heat,

exhausted by the uncertainty and the vicious circle of the endless war,

which always brought him back to the same place.

Only older, wearier,

and no closer to knowing why, how, or even when.

It doesn't bother you to share a table with a killer?

Thank you.

His own son was murdered because of him.

Don't say that. Aureliano Jos� was--

He was murdered in vengeance for the colonel's atrocities.

They murdered him�

because war is always more unfair to the innocent.

But all wars are like that.

That's a list of all of your other sons' names.

Seventeen have come knocking so far.

The colonel then realized

that the young boys and teenagers he saw everywhere,

that looked at him with his own eyes,

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

Aureliano.

How are you, son?

We got word from the capital that you had come back to Macondo.

They sent another emissary.

There are lawyers here to see you.

Mr. Buend�a.

We've come on behalf of the president.

I know why you're here. Let's get to the point.

Right.

The president reiterates his commitment

to grant you political participation in all the towns you have liberated

in exchange for these three things.

-I'm listening. -All right.

First and foremost,

you must immediately renounce any review of existing property titles.

Secondly, you must renounce the fight against clerical influence.

And finally, you must renounce

the aspirations of equal rights between natural and illegitimate children

to preserve and protect household integrity.

So what you're saying is

that for the last 20 years,

we've been fighting for nothing more than power.

Then show me where to sign.

Pen, please.

Here, Mr. Buend�a. Here. Sign here.

Excuse me, Colonel, but this is treason.

What did you just say, Gerineldo?

That by signing this armistice

you renounce everything we've fought for.

And that makes you a traitor.

Go say goodbye to your mother.

From this point forward,

you will have to answer to the Council of War.

Take care of your heart, Aureliano,

because it's been rotting for years, my friend.

I know you plan to execute Gerineldo.

And there's nothing I can do to stop you.

But mark my words, Aureliano,

the moment I see his body,

I swear to you that, on my father and my mother's bones�

and on the memory of Jos� Arcadio Buend�a�

I swear before God, Aureliano,

that I will find you, no matter where you go,

and I will kill you with my own hands.

The same way I would have done�

if you'd come into the world with a pig's tail.

The farce is over, my friend.

You're a free man.

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

Don't worry.

You won't see me become a traitor.

Get out of there before the mosquitoes eat you alive.

ARMISTICE SIGNED BETWEEN THE GOVERNMENT AND THE REBEL FORCES

You are better than ever, Colonel.

You could fight 30 more wars.

Can you show me exactly where my heart is, Doctor?

Everyone tells me it's rotten.

Allow me.

What's all this?

Great-Grandfather's projects.

Did he make these?

Some he did, but he almost drove Great-Grandma crazy.

Just like how you will if you keep distracting me.

Jos� Arcadio Segundo never knew

that what he found would change the fate of Macondo.

Get the door, Aureliano.

Hang on.

Why the long face, Jos� Arcadio? Let's go celebrate peace.

Although people frequently confused him with his brother,

that day, Aureliano Segundo didn't correct her.

Good morning, Colonel.

We're glad you could make it.

Listen, before I sign,

I have one final request.

I want to ensure that my men

receive a pension as the war veterans they are,

and for you to recognize us as a legitimate army.

That's all I ask for in exchange for total surrender.

Not to worry, Colonel.

You have my word.

This way.

Aureliano.

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