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CHRONICLE OF A DEATH FORETOLD

I returned after 27 years to this forgotten town

to search for the scattered pieces

of the broken mirror of memory.

Santiago Nasar's house

was an old two-story warehouse.

His father bought it to start an import company

and when he got married, it became the house he lived in.

Go get the suitcases of the doctor. Go.

Welcome, Doctor. - Colonel.

We're very honored... that you've agreed

to come here to manage the hospital which belongs to us and to your town.

Why don't you address me by name, like you did when I was a student?

Listen, please.

Please remove those weeds.

Santiago always slept like his father

with a gun hidden under his pillow.

But that day, before leaving his house, he took out the cartridges

and put them in a drawer.

Mama? - Come in, come in.

Good morning. Do you have an aspirin? - Yes, come here.

I dreamed that I was in the woods, under a rain of bird shit.

Ah, a good sign! It's known that it brings luck, to dream of birds.

Why are you dressed for Sunday, when it's Monday?

You forget the Bishop is coming today. I may get to kiss his ring.

He won't even get off the boat.

He'll give a blessing while passing, as always,

then go back where he came from.

He hates this town.

He was an only child in an arranged marriage

that never had a moment of happiness.

Take an umbrella. It might rain.

Yes, don't worry.

But he seemed happy with his father

until his sudden death three years earlier.

And he seemed that way with his lone mother... until the Monday of his death.

Give me a coffee. - Good morning.

Good morning.

You're about ready to be weaned.

Leave her alone, white boy.

You won't taste this water as long as I'm alive.

You won't see another man like him born.

He was just like his father... a turd.

Why didn't you tell Santiago they would kill him?

When he came to get his coffee, I didn't know.

No, you knew.

The old beggar even told you where they would be waiting.

That old lady was drunk from morning til night.

I didn't say anything because those were drunkard's words.

And why are you digging into this after so many years have passed?

Because he was...

my best friend...

and I can't forget him.

My mother didn't say anything

because deep in her soul, she wanted them to kill him.

Go open the door for Santiago.

Divina Flor knew she was destined for the stealthy bed of Santiago Nasar.

All she could do for the man who would never be hers,

was to leave the door ajar,

so he could get inside in case of an emergency.

Someone who was never identified

had slipped an envelope under the door,

to warn Santiago Nasar

that the Vicario brothers were waiting to kill him.

The letter also disclosed the place, and the reasons,

and other very precise details of what was rumored around,

but it was not seen by Santiago,

nor by Divina Flor,

nor by anyone else,

for many, many days.

Stop!

For the love of God,

save your revenge for later.

At least out of respect for the bishop.

That's Santiago... and that's you.

There was also Margot, between you two.

Good Lord, how young I was!

The old days, Doctor, the old days!

If you remember, Doctor, that day the whole town was on the docks.

My mother said he hates this town! Fine! I won't eat his cockscomb soup!

Santiago, what are you doing?

Let these poor animals live! - Don't touch those cocks! - It's only a joke.

Take him home. - Yes, I'll take him right now.

Santiago! What's with you?

I don't know, I got mad. He never stops here, and the whole town was waiting.

The Vicarios went on a splurge yesterday for Angela's wedding.

40 turkeys and 11 pigs for the guests. 4 calves for the town, and what's more,

they gave out 200 cases of beer, and almost 2,000 bottles of rum!

My wedding will be like that too! People will be talking about it forever.

My mother made stuffed yucca fritters. Come and eat with us.

I'll change clothes and come over. What time is it? - 6:25 PM.

I'll come in a quarter hour. - No, come now. It's ready.

No, wait at home. I'm coming.

Who's this for? - For Santiago Nassar.

You said you'd invite him for dinner.

Take that plate away. - Why?

They want to kill him. - Who?

Angela Vicario's husband discovered she was not a virgin,

and he took her back to her house.

Angela's brothers say Santiago is responsible.

So they will kill him!

Where are you going?

To warn my friend Placida.

It's not right that everyone knows her son will be killed but she doesn't.

We have as many bonds with her as with the Vicarios.

One must always side with the dead one.

Bring along the boy!

Men from a bad group!

Cursed shitty animals! They only know how to make trouble!

They killed him! They killed him!

They killed him! - Santiago! - They killed him!

Santiago! They killed him! Santiago!

Six months before Santiago Nasar was killed...

a stranger arrived in our town.

His name was Bayardo San Roman.

No one ever knew why he had come.

To those who could not resist temptation and asked him,

he replied:

I'm going from town to town, searching for a woman to marry.

Suits me fine.

You know my hotel is only for men?

Yes, I know.

Come on.

They say he's loaded with money.

Someone said he found treasure in the wreck of a Spanish galleon.

I heard he's a railway engineer.

Madam?

Madam!

Yes, what is it? - Who is that girl?

Her name is Angela Vicario. - Angela!

That's perfect for her.

When I wake up...

remind me I'm going to marry her!

How much is that phonograph over there?

It's not for sale. You have to win it in the raffle.

Good, that's easier and cheaper. How many tickets are there?

Among mine and those of my friend about 200.

I'll take them all.

Good luck!

I can't stand braggarts!

[Spanish] # Peanuts...

# The peanut vendor goes...

# Little housewife, don't go to sleep

# Without eating your peanut cornet.

# When the street is lonely,

# Little housewife of my heart...

# The peanut vendor sings his street song,

# And if the young girl listens to his singing,

# She calls out from her balcony... - Hey! Angela!

# Give me some of your peanuts...

# 'Cause tonight I won't be able to sleep

# Without eating up my peanut cornet.

# When the street is lonely,

# Little housewife of my heart

# The peanut vendor sings his street song

# And if the young girl listens to his singing

# She calls out from her balcony...

# I will go... I will go... I will go... I will go...

Attention please!

Ladies and gentlemen, the most important event of the evening!

We're going to draw the numbers of the lottery of Santa Barbara!

Get out your tickets! Get your tickets in hand!

We're starting the drawing for Santa Barbara!

And one... and two... and three!

1... 3... 5!

Ladies and gentlemen, number 135 wins!

135!

We have a winner! Here's the winner!

Come here please, so we can check. Let's see!

It's not luck. He bought almost all the tickets.

That way anyone could win!

Here's the winner... 135!

Congratulations! Congratulations!

Angela Vicario.

Who is this Bayardo San Roman? - What do I know?

I saw him when he bought the lottery tickets.

Take it back to him.

Yes, I'm Bayardo. Come on up.

Ah... yes.

Take it. - No no no.

I see. I see, she didn't like it.

Well, we'll talk later, OK?

Now stay here and have a drink. Come on, have a seat.

Have a seat, please. There, take it.

Put it on the table.

That's it!

There you are.

[Spanish] # The drink of alcohol until the end, bodeg�n...

# and in the end, your fog...

You too have heard them saying all sorts of things about him.

Nobody knows where he comes from, or who he is.

To me, this all means nothing.

He doesn't even cross my mind.

You're wrong, he might be a good catch.

He's loaded with money! And then, he's pleasing to all the girls.

To me... no!

Not true.

These days you act different.

You're wrong. I'm the same as always. I work. I sing.

Of the 50 flowers you had to make yesterday, you made only 20.

Yesterday I wasn't feeling well. I was nervous.

Oh yes, and why?

Because I imagined that all this would come out in talking.

Oh, is that why you changed your blouse?

No!

The one I wore was stained.

I told the priest to ask him to come here and meet the whole family.

That will end all the talk that's going on.

And in the end we'll be able to know his intentions.

Look, stop it or I'll tell everyone

I have nothing to do with this story! - Enough!

Don't you see we're doing it for you? - No!

You're the ones in love with him! Both of you!

You should be ashamed! You, with a husband and children!

Whore! I remember when you had two fianc�s at the same time!

And I also know that you made love before marrying!

Fool, what are you saying?

Stop! - No, I gotta talk! - What's this story of the two fianc�s?

I swear to God that I made love only with my husband!

Don't swear falsely!

I swear, I swear!

What's going on here? - Nothing! Women's matters. Sit down!

And you? Why are you crying?

Because they won't leave me in peace.

You and you...

go home!

Hey you! Take your hands off the car! Go, go, get away!

So then?

So then, when are you getting married?

I don't know, papa, but soon. - Good! Our gift is already here.

Your mother would be very happy.

Bayardo!

Where are you going?

Wait!

Wait!

What's going on?

I don't want to marry him! I don't know him!

How can I do something so important without loving him?

Even love can be learned! Come on!

Angela, what house in the town do you like most?

The house of the widower Xius.

Mr. Xius.

I want to buy your house.

But my house is not for sale.

I know, but I... I'd buy the house and everything in it.

The house is full of things

that were bought by my wife in the course of her whole life,

often at the cost of great sacrifices.

You see, every object is for me a part of her.

Oh... I understand.

Well...

I'll buy it empty, then!

How much would it cost, your house?

My house has no price.

No no no! Tell me a price.

Pardon me... Bayardo!

But I have the impression that a youth like you...

these days...

doesn't understand the reasons of the heart.

Let's say 5000 pesos. Eh?

That's too much for my house, too much!

10,000 pesos!

I could never!

Then do me a favor. Wait for me here five minutes, OK?

100,000 pesos.

Attention! Look this way, please!

Like that, like that!

Very good! Very good!

Long live the newlyweds!

Bravo Antonio!

Long live the newlyweds!

Congratulations!

Cheers! - Thanks! - Long live the newlyweds!

Bayardo! Take care of my little sister!

Congratulations!

Long live the newlyweds!

The bachelors in front of me. - Here we are! All of us!

Toss it!

Toss it!

It's mine!

Santiago got it.

They're playing "El Manisero" [The Peanut Vendor]! Come on!

Let's go!

[Spanish] # The peanut vendor sings his street song

# And if the young girl listens to his singing

# She calls out from her balcony:

# Give me some of your peanuts...

# 'Cause tonight I won't be able to sleep

# Without eating my cone of peanuts.

# When the street is lonely

# Little housewife of my heart...

# The peanut vendor sings his street song

# And if the young girl listens to his singing

# She calls out from her balcony...

# I will go... I will go... I will go... I will go...

Bye. - Bye.

Goodbye. - See you soon!

[Spanish] # The drink of alcohol until the end

# and the end, your fog, bodeg�n...

# Monotonic and deadly, the accordion wrapped me

# with a tango vapor that makes me sick...

# Come on, woman! Repeat your song,

# with that nasal voice of metal, that smells of rum...

Thank you for everything, Mother.

You are a saint.

Cursed!

Come on, talk! Tell us who it was!

No! - Talk!

Shameless girl! Talk, tell us who! Talk! - No!

Talk!

Tell us who! Talk!

No!

Talk! Talk, Angela! Tell us who did it!

No!

Talk!

No!

Talk! Tell us who it was!

Santiago Nasar!

More than a century of papers were scattered on the floor

of the decrepit colonial building.

The ground floor was periodically flooded by the high water,

and the unstitched volumes floated in the deserted offices.

Only pure chance allowed me to recover 322 sheets

from more than 500 of the original investigation.

The judge didn't find a single piece of evidence,

even the most far-fetched,

that Santiago Nasar was really the cause of the affront.

For him, as for the closest friends of Santiago,

his very behavior during the final hours

was clear evidence of his innocence.

Never was there a death so clearly foretold.

For years we couldn't talk about anything else.

The roosters of dawn surprised us,

while we tried to order the many interconnected disorders,

which had made the absurd possible.

Obviously we didn't do it simply out of anxiety to clear up the mystery,

but rather because none of us could go on living,

without knowing what was the place and the mission

that fate had assigned us.

Many ended up not ever knowing that.

But most of those who could have done something

to prevent the crime, and yet didn't do it,

consoled themselves with the excuse that matters of honor are sacred enclosures,

to which only the masters of drama have access.

Angela Vicario...

did you know the deceased Santiago Nasar?

He raped me.

Right after their sister revealed that name to the twins,

they passed by the pigpen's warehouse,

and chose the best two knives:

One for quartering,

ten inches in length by two and a half across.

And the other for the cleaning-up job,

seven inches long and one and a half wide.

They wrapped them in a rag,

and went to sharpen them at the meat market.

I saw them entering at 3:20, while I was opening my counter at the market.

I usually saw them on Friday, the day for butchering.

I couldn't understand why they had come on Monday, so early,

still wearing their dark suits from the wedding.

I thought they were drunk, because...

they mixed up not only the hour, but also the day.

But isn't it Monday today?

Everybody knows it, asshole!

We just came to sharpen our knives. - We're going to kill Santiago Nasar.

And why would you kill Santiago Nasar,

with so many rich who deserve to die before him?

Long live the newlyweds! [Spanish] # Why shouldn't they know...

# that I love you, my darling?

# Why shouldn't I say it,

# if your soul...

# melts together with mine?

Santiago's window has always been unlit? - Why, did something happen to him?

No, we intend to kill him.

And why would you want to kill him so early in the morning?

He knows why.

Good morning. - Good morning.

I've come for the bread of the Colonel.

Good morning. - Good morning.

I'm going home to sleep. - See you later.

White boy, soon the coffee will be ready.

I'll have it later.

Tell Divina Flor to wake me up at five, and bring me a pair of pants like these.

Colonel, the Vicario brothers are telling everyone

they want to kill Santiago Nasar.

And it must be true,

since I saw them at Clotilde Armentas' dairy bar with two butcher knives.

My God! Bayardo San Roman

took Angela Vicario back to her parents' house.

She was not a virgin!

But why today, when the bishop is coming?

What will he think?

Let's go. - You're going without having breakfast?

How can I eat breakfast at a time like this? Come on, let's go!

Come on, wake up! Go home! Go home!

What would the bishop think if he saw you like this? Go!

It is not for the Bishop's visit, mayor.

It's to free those two poor guys from the obligation that fell upon them.

We need to find a way to prevent them.

You can't arrest people for a mere suspicion.

But warn Santiago Nasar, OK?

Come here.

Go tell Father Amador that the Vicario brothers want to kill Santiago Nasar.

Actually, I received a message,

and others even more urgent, while I was preparing to go to the port.

I didn't know what to do.

At first I thought it was not my affair, but the civilian authority's...

then I decided to say something, to send word to the boy's mother.

But instead, while crossing the square, I forgot all about it.

You must understand, on that ill-fated day the bishop was coming.

I'll wait for you outside. I have to pee. You get the knives.

I pissed pieces of glass.

If I find out who gave me the clap, I'll kill her!

Don't make excuses.

Let's go.

I can't do it.

You do it alone. I'm not capable of killing anyone.

We have no choice. We have to do it.

Good morning. - Good morning.

Hello. - Hello. The coffee isn't ready yet.

We'll have it later. We're in a hurry now.

I can imagine, boys.

Honor can't wait.

Ah, you're here!

I'll never marry you if you don't do your duty as a man.

Go tell the cook of Nasar's home that they want to kill Santiago. Run!

No, they won't kill him. Those two aren't capable of it.

They'll force him to marry Angela Vicario, to save her honor.

No, nothing will happen. - See you at the bishop. - See you later, bye.

Is Santiago back? - No, I haven't seen him.

Is Santiago back?

He didn't come back to sleep.

This is serious! They want to kill him!

Those two boys won't kill anyone.

They've been drinking since Saturday! - That's exactly why.

A drunk can't even eat his own shit!

Are you sure Santiago is not upstairs? - I haven't seen him.

Is madam asleep? - Yes, I have to wake her up later.

Santiago?

Santiago?

Santiago!

Oh, it's you.

I'm looking for Santiago.

He went to welcome the bishop.

Yes, I was with him. But I lost sight of him.

Well, he'll return at any moment. He said he wanted to go hunting.

But what's with you? You're acting strange.

I haven't slept a wink. I'll go look for him outside.

Crist�bal!

Tell Santiago that we're waiting here to kill him.

I warn you he's armed with a gun that can pierce an engine.

The dead cannot shoot.

For the love of God, warn him!

I beg you, you're the only one who can prevent this tragedy!

Colonel!

The Vicario brothers are armed with knives to kill Santiago Nasar.

It can't be, I took their knives away and sent them to bed!

But they're there with knives in their hands!

With other knives, because I took the other ones home myself.

Anyway, I'll see to it immediately.

Doctor! Doctor!

Doctor! Doctor, follow me. Help me!

Doctor, please! My son is very sick, he's going to die! - I can't now.

My son must not die! - I have to stay here!

Come in!

Haven't they killed you yet? - Who?

Angela Vicario's brothers. You dishonored her.

Me?

Yes, you! I saw how you looked at her in church!

And also during the wedding dance!

What are you saying, are you crazy? Flora! Flora, come here, stop!

Flora!

Flora, open up!

Flora!

Flora!

Open the door!

The Vicario brothers are looking for you, to kill you.

You know whether they're right or not. Now...

either stay here, which is your home, or go out with my rifle.

But I don't understand any of this!

It will be two against one.

And my son knows?

No, because when he came down for coffee, I didn't know anything.

And where is he now? - I don't know.

Where's my son? - He must be in his room, I heard footsteps.

There he is.

Santiago! - Stop!

They want to kill you!

Santiago! Santiago, they want to kill you!

No, no! Santiago!

They want to kill you!

Run!

Santiago! Run!

Run, Santiago!

Go, go, run! They want to kill you!

Santiago, run! They're going to kill you!

Run, Santiago, run! They want to kill you!

Run! Santiago!

Run! Run!

It's me who closed the door at the last moment.

But I closed it because Divina Flor swore she saw my son enter...

and it wasn't true.

Whore!

Whore!

She saw him everywhere because she wanted him between her legs.

Whore!

Whore!

May you be cursed!

Move! Move! Let us pass! Move!

Stand back! Stand back!

Move!

Stand back, I said! Move!

You've never seen a man drunk?

What the hell!

# [Spanish] Come on, woman! Repeat your song,

# with that nasal voice of metal,

# that smells of rum... your calico gown,

# and your heart like honey...

# A song

# that kills me with sadness, that leaves me bewildered and sleepy,

# and at this cold table, you and I: both drunk...

# Both of us drunk

# and for the sentiment this drunkenness gives me

# I ask you, sweetheart,

# to sing for me as before,

# slowly, slowly,

# your song one more time...

Why?

Why didn't you tell me? Why?

Why?

Who was it? Who was it?

Who was it? Who was it?

"My love, I just revisited our house,

and I felt again the scent of your skin. "

My love, how do you write to someone who never answers?

"As proof of my love, I send you my tears. "

Nothing ever changes here, nothing!

Look! Look!

Since then, she has never stopped writing him.

One or two letters a week.

I wouldn't have recognized her.

For all these years, I always wanted to ask you one question.

But... tell me the truth.

You wanted to cover someone when you named Santiago Nasar.

Put your heart at rest, Crist�bal.

It was him!

Santiago Nasar! - Open the door! Open up!

Santiago Nasar!

Santiago!

Santiago!

Santiago!

People! Come on!

Open the door, murderer!

Santiago!

Father Amador! Father Amador!

We killed him!

We killed him!

We killed him, but we are innocent!

Maybe only before God!

No! Before God and also before men!

It was a question of honor! - Of honor!

Let me sleep.

Subtitles by filmnutz & edam17 @ KG July 2014

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