All language subtitles for One Hundred Years of Solitude S01E03 (Awafim.tv)

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ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE

[wheels rattling]

[braying]

[tense music playing]

[music fades]

[birds twittering]

Hello?

Does this home belong to
José Arcadio Buendía?

[in Wayuu] Yes.

[José Arcadio B.] Who is it, Amaranta?

Morning.

[narrator] Rebeca arrived on a Sunday.

She had made the difficult trip
from Manaure with some hide dealers

who had taken on the task
of delivering her

along with the bones of her parents.

[Úrsula] What's it say?

[José Arcadio B.] That she's
some distant cousin of ours,

daughter of the indelible Nicanor Ulloa

and his noble wife, Rebeca Montiel.

[Úrsula] Daughter of whom?

[narrator] But they
could not explain precisely

who had asked them for the favor.

What is your name?

Are you hungry?

Aureliano,
Arcadio will sleep in your room.

-Sure.
-Visitación, prepare a bath.

[Amaranta] Can I move
into Aureliano's room?

No, Arcadio is old enough
to room with your brother.

Bring me a dress you don't wear anymore.

But…

We have enough men in this house.
Another girl will do us both good.

You can trust a sister with anything.

Understand?

Now, help me.

[chittering]

[screaming, gasping]

[mysterious music playing]

The dress, Amaranta!

[in Wayuu] Bones?

Uh-huh.

[in Wayuu] Many bones.

[Úrsula] I won't ask you again.

Let's go.

I don't know when this house
became some kind of orphanage.

As if Arcadio wasn't enough already.

[narrator] Aureliano had the patience

to read to her
the names of all the saints,

but she did not react to any of them.

[Aureliano] Lucía.

Dorotea.

Inés.

What if she's a deaf-mute?

Well, regardless,
we'll call her Rebeca, like her mother.

Period.

Now, leave her be.

[music fades]

[small objects clattering]

-[Aureliano] Hey!
-[small objects clatter]

Want me to tell mom what you're up to?

Go to sleep.

I'm not tired yet, though.

Liar.

You're afraid to sleep near the freak.

That's not true.
Besides, you're just the same as she is.

A kid without any parents.

[Aureliano] Amaranta…

May I sleep in your room tonight?

[Aureliano] You'll sleep in yours
just fine.

So?

[sighs]

Come on. Come with me.

Do you know what that is?

Armadillo?

It starts with the letter "A."

Like "Arcadio."

"A."

Do you know this letter right here?

It… it's "B"?

Very good.

[Úrsula] Bedtime, Arcadio.

We'll continue tomorrow.

Good night.

[pensive music playing]

Do you think we need someone else
caged up in this laboratory?

[José Arcadio B.] If we can feed seven,
we can feed eight.

She hasn't eaten anything
since she got here. Not one bite.

[José Arcadio B.] She'll come running
to you the minute her stomach rumbles.

It's not Rebeca that I'm worried about.

It's Aureliano.

He hasn't come out of that laboratory
since the day his brother left.

As if he's afraid of the world.

[music fades]

[birdsong]

[José Arcadio B.] Aureliano, come here!

Have a coffee with your old man.

[Aureliano] Morning.

Morning.

You know, believe it or not,
when I was around your age,

I had already met your mother.

It seemed as though the whole town
knew we would end up together.

But we were completely oblivious.

Or at least, I was.

Why do you lock yourself
in that room all day, son?

Are you selling
those little fish you make?

Why don't you go for a walk, Aureliano?

There are things in life
that you'll never find inside that room.

I can't believe you're saying that.

Did your mother ask you
to tell you to tell me that?

No.

The difference is that unlike you, son,

I lived a full life
before locking myself in here.

And if it hadn't been for that,

we'd have no Macondo,

no you,

nor anything that makes up your world.

[coins jangling]

[sighs]

Go on, go for a walk.

Those little fish of yours
aren't going anywhere.

-Hello.
-[clerk] Evening.

Can I please have a liter of acid?

[coins jangling]

And some gold sheets.

Appreciate it, sir.

[coins jangle]

-Amaranta, Rebeca!
-[Arcadio reciting softly]

Time to eat!

[Arcadio] "U… A…"

Let's pause this for now, Arcadio.

Get the spoons.

Cataure! Where's Rebeca?

[silverware clinking]

-[Aureliano] Do you need help, Dad?
-[José Arcadio B.] No, it's almost ready.

What's wrong with you?
Look at your hair and look at Amaranta's.

It's been a day, Rebeca.

You must eat.

Rebeca, everyone knows that in this house,
we serve the best yam soup.

Have a little.

[Úrsula] You're not leaving
until you finish.

I dare you, muchachita.

[shatters]

If you want to starve yourself, go ahead.
But we don't waste food in this house.

Cataure! Take the bag.

[footsteps departing]

[door opening]

[ominous music playing]

[chomping]

Rebeca.

Rebeca.

[hissing, snarling]

[Úrsula screaming]

Stop her!

[ominous music intensifies]

[Úrsula grunts]

Stay still!

Come on now.

-[Rebeca groaning]
-[Úrsula] Stay still!

Stop it.

[panting]

Let's give it a rest for a second, senora.

It doesn't work that way.
My house, my rules!

[speaking Wayuu] Go shove that drink
up your ass.

What'd she say?

-[kids] You can shove that bowl up your--
-Out!

Just a little taste, Rebeca.

And then I'll let you be.

I promise, all right?

All I want is for you to be okay.

[stomach gurgling loudly]

[belching loudly]

Thank you,

Mama.

My girl.

Do you all wanna hear
the story of the old capon?

Yes.

I didn't ask you to say "yes."

I asked you if you all wanna hear
the story of the old capon.

Then don't.

I didn't ask you to say, "then don't."

I asked you if you wanted to hear
the story of the old capon.

Give it a break, Rebeca.
You'll make them go insane.

More, please?

Some more?

Thank you, Mama.

You're not hungry, sister?

It's the best yam soup in all of Macondo.

Oh, really? Did you add dirt or what?

[Úrsula] Amaranta!

Eat your soup.

I dare you.

[distant thudding]

Cataure.

Do you hear that?

Mm. An animal got in, or…
[grunts] …something.

[sighs]

[tense percussive music playing]

Cataure, let's go.

-Mm.
-Let's go.

[sighs]

[wood creaking]

[distant animals yipping, howling]

Rebeca?

[stark ominous music playing]

[narrator] Visitación and Cataure
recognized in those eyes the symptoms

of a terrible illness.

[children vocalizing]

[narrator] Cataure fled
and never returned.

It was the insomnia plague.

[ominous music fades]

It has been a long time
since you left your home.

Those are just tales.

[Visitación] But they're not tales, sir.

Visitación.

[Visitación] No!

-You better not put your finger in there.
-Don't you think you're exaggerating?

[Visitación] No, ma'am. I am not.

Listen to me now.

As soon as the plague enters the house,

no one ever sleeps again.

[laughing]

Oh please, Visitación.
That's just superstition.

And if it's real and we never sleep again,

even better.

We'll get more out of this life.

Take them to the plaza
once we finish these.

A little fresh air will be nice.

[stark ominous music playing]

Get some candy animals!

-[coins jangling]
-[Arcadio] Candy animals!

[crowd chattering]

Come get some candy animals.

Here, have some candy animals.

[festive music playing]

Thank you.

Thanks.

Thanks, Rebeca.

[clock chimes]

[clock ticking]

[clock cuckoos, chimes]

[José Arcadio B.] Here, chicken,
chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken!

[high-pitched] He got out!

[clock chimes]

[clock chimes]

[clock continues ticking]

[clock chimes]

[suspenseful percussive music playing]

[narrator] The Buendías
did not become alarmed

until their third day with no sleep.

[suspenseful percussive music builds]

[crowd chattering]

Imagine the things we could do
with all this time.

[music intensifies]

[Gerineldo] There we go. [grunts]

Let's fill this plaza with almond trees.

[José] Great idea, my friend.

[woman] Thanks for coming.

-Ha! I win!
-What?!

-No, no, no, no, no!
-Twelve! Fourteen to twelve.

No, no, no, no, no. No, no.

[festive music continues]

[music stops]

[narrator] The most fearsome
part of the illness

was not the impossibility of sleep,

for the body did not feel
any fatigue at all.

[pouring drink]

[Aureliano] Dad! Pass me the, uh…

[José Arcadio B.] The what?

[narrator] Rather, it was
its inexorable evolution

towards a more critical state.

Oblivion.

ALMOND TREE

Aureliano conceived the strategy

that would protect them
against the inevitable loss of memory.

[pensive music playing]

WALL

ANVIL

[narrator] They went on living
in a reality that was slipping away…

COAL

…momentarily captured by words…

BIRD: FLYING CREATURE

STOVE: ALL FOOD MUST BE HEATED

…until they too began to vanish,
as did the meaning of letters.

HAMMER MILL: PUT CORN IN, GRIND

Then the names.

PIG SLAUGHTERING KNIFE

Then the notion of all things.

EGGS: LAID BY CHICKENS

USE FIRE TO LIGHT THESE CANDLES

DON'T PEE IN THE STREETS
PEOPLE GET ANGRY

STREETLIGHT

MILK THE COW EVERY MORNING

BOIL MILK BEFORE MAKING COFFEE WITH MILK

My friend, things are getting complicated.

Who are you?

What do you mean, who am I, brother?

[woman screams] Get out!

-[door opens]
-Rapist! Rapist! Rapist! [shrieking]

[crowd clamoring]

Wait, wait! He's your husband!

Let go of me!

[object shatters]

[man] Thief! Hey!

Get down from there!

[screaming, clamoring]

[horses neighing]

[woman grunts]

[screaming, clamoring]

Catarino!

He who has no teeth
shall drink, my friend!

[cackles]

[screaming, clamoring]

[music intensifies]

GOD EXISTS

Úrsula! Go get the children!

[Prudencio] Hey, Buendía!

You know, maybe that fighting cock
can finally do your wife a favor.

Go home and find a weapon

'cause I'm gonna kill you.

Prudencio?

[narrator] And then, finally,
the insomnia plague would strip away

their very sense of self,

sinking them into a state
of idiocy that had no past.

José Arcadio! José Arcadio!
What is it? What's happening?

Who are you?

[panting]

[gasps]

[Úrsula] He's a gypsy now.

[eerie music playing]

Run back home,
tell your father what happened.

[eerie music continues]

[both sigh]

[Aureliano] What's it feel like?

[José Arcadio] Like the whole world
is shaking.

[Aureliano and José laughing]

[eerie music continues]

[narrator] Devoid of the supernatural
faculties he once possessed,

Melquiades returned to Macondo.

It was true he had experienced death,

but he had come back,
being unable to bear the solitude.

DOOR

SEAT

Can I help you, sir?

[music fades]

[Melquiades sighs]

What is this place?

[Melquiades] Your alchemical laboratory.

My laboratory?

[Melquiades] Sh.

[sets bottle down]

Melquiades!

[chuckles]

They told me you were dead.

[mysterious percussive music playing]

Sit down.

But why?

[music intensifies]

COLUMN

BEING IN THE SUN FOR LONG
MAKES ME ANGRY

[all snoring]

[snoring continues]

[music fades]

CHAIR

INKWELL

[pensive music playing]

So, this thing's able to capture time?

But how, Melquiades?

I mean that's impossible.

You must be patient, José Arcadio.

-[chuckles]
-You'll see it for yourself.

Úrsula!

-We're ready!
-[Úrsula] I'm coming!

Aureliano! Come!

[narrator] Aureliano had shot up so fast,
he started wearing his father's clothes.

From the confines of the workshop
he shared with Melquiades,

one could scarcely hear him breathe.

Rebeca was the fairest daughter.

Her complexion was immaculate.
She had large and peaceful eyes

and magical hands that seemed to
embroider designs with invisible threads.

[Úrsula] Rebeca, come here!

[pensive music continues]

Amaranta was somewhat plain,

but she had the natural distinction

and refinement of Petronila,
her late grandmother.

[Úrsula] Amaranta, now!

[narrator] And although he was already
showing the physical drive of his father…

[Úrsula] Arcadio!

…Arcadio looked like a child,
and some said he had a woman's buttocks.

[music fades]

Mm-hmm. Very nice.

Wait… Like that. There.

Hmm. What are these?

Didn't Visitación make you
some bigger pants?

A few months ago, yeah.

Go get changed.

-Go. José Arcadio.
-[José Arcadio B.] Huh?

What's going on?

What?

You look like a frightened general.

[sighs]

What about you?

Me, no.

If that machine does what you say it does,
I will not be mocked by my grandchildren.

Hmm.

[Melquiades chuckles]

Stay still.

Well, that's it. We got it.

[sets hourglass down]

Arcadio.

Go to the Arab's shop. Get some mercury.

[coins jangling]

You can be my assistant.

Of course.

[Melquiades] Careful. Slowly.

Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh. Ah. Just a bit more.

-There.
-[Arcadio] There?

-Yes.
-[Melquiades] Perfect.

Come on.

Now, very carefully,

nice and slow…

[mysterious music playing]

Voilà.

Your family.

[laughing]

[Melquiades] Now we let it dry.

If this machine contains time and space,

and everything in between,

then it's able to capture God.

[Melquiades laughing]

I knew you would love this thing,
but get that idea out of your head.

Teach me how it works.

-Teach me how it works!
-All right.

Dry the plate.

So, what's first?

-[Melquiades] We polish.
-We polish.

-[Melquiades] That's our plate.
-Yes.

[Melquiades] White, red and black,
in that order.

[ethereal music playing]

[Melquiades] Take your time.

Good. That's enough white.

And now black.

[narrator] In the family daguerreotype,

the only one to ever exist,

Aureliano had the same clairvoyant look

that he would have years later
as he faced the firing squad.

But he still had not sensed
the premonition of his own death.

-[man] Well, well, well.
-[Gerineldo] It's him.

Hey, Aureliano! Come here!

[lively music playing]

[Gerineldo] Hey, my friend.

It's a miracle seeing you
out of the house.

No, the only miracle is seeing you sober
at this time of day, Gerineldo.

Hey, give him a break. At least he's here.

How are you? It's nice to see you.

Good, Magnífico. And you?

I'm fine, I'm fine.

You ran out of oil.

[chuckles]

Some of us actually work,
know what I mean?

And what's all that money
even good for, huh?

If you can't have rum with your amigos?

[man 2] Pay up, my friend.

[lively music playing]

Catarino! Look who's here!

Aurelito! Mijo.
Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, son?

-[Aureliano] Hey, Catarino.
-[Catarino] Make yourself at home.

-How's the family?
-They're doing well. How about you?

I'm doing well.

-Hey, give your dad my best, yeah?
-Of course.

Give us three rums, will you?

Gentlemen! For just a few days in Macondo!

The one and only, the best, Eréndira!

It's only 20 centavos for her time!

The Innocent Eréndira.

That's the mulatta
everyone's been talking about.

They say she's beautiful,
a remarkable woman. Go for it.

-No, I'm good. Thank you.
-Hey, come on, now.

Look, this is an experience
worthy of a Buendía.

[Aureliano sighs]

Hey.

You're still a virgin.

You're still a virgin!
We're fixing that today.

-You ready?
-Come on.

-All right, let's go.
-Wait, wait.

-No, no, no.
-No, no, no, no, no.

-You relax, my friend.
-Follow me.

-We've got business to take care of…
-I just came for acid.

Get the acid later!

-Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
-Just go. Fine. Enough.

[lively music continues]

Be quick about it.

[patrons chattering]

[knocks]

My friends encouraged this.

I was told to toss twenty centavos
in the tray and to be quick about it.

Tossing another twenty on your way out
will buy you a little more time.

[lively music continues faintly]

[kissing]

Wait.

-[Eréndira] Have I done something wrong?
-No, no.

You haven't.

Do you ever rest?

Once my grandma's repaid, I can rest.

The woman standing outside?

Around two years ago,

I lit a candle and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was surrounded by fire.

And the house turned to ashes.

How much do you owe her?

Uh, at the moment,

seventy men per night

for… ten years.

You're beautiful.

Thank you.

Then I will throw in 20 pesos.

[Eréndira] But that's a lot.

One hundred men.

[door opens]

[lively music continues]

[music stops]

What's the matter?

Nothing.

-[Arcadio] Are you all right?
-Yes.

Hey, why don't you go to the lab
if you want to read?

I've had a long day.

[sighs]

[Arcadio] Aureliano?

I was just a kid, but…

but Visitación always talks about

how you foresaw the arrival
of Rebeca months ahead.

Is that true?

It is.

Does that mean you saw mine?

[sighs]

You know,

all of us are completely and desperately
alone in this world.

And knowing who your parents are
won't make a difference.

[birdsong]

Rebeca.

-You have no shame, do you?
-Why would I?

You're my sister.

We should always confide
in one another as sisters.

Otherwise, who's gonna keep your secrets
when you sneak out with your boyfriends?

With whom? You're insane.

Well, look.

See, as soon as you go outside in this,

they'll all be circling you like flies.

-Hmm!
-No… no. Rebeca. Stop!

-[giggles]
-Give me the towel!

-Rebeca, give me the towel!
-No!

Rebeca! Give me the towel!

What's going on in here?

Why are you naked?

[gentle music playing]

[narrator] Úrsula suddenly realized

that her daughters
were old enough to marry.

And as if she had contracted
her husband's hallucinating fever,

she undertook the expansion of the house.

-Listen up, boys!
-[workers chatting]

I need a dining room big enough
that it can hold a table for 12.

All right? Well, go ahead. Go on. Here.

And for this room, right here,

it will be a large hall decorated
with the finest Viennese furniture,

and we will host the most
distinguished parties in the swamp.

Yes? You understand?

[workers continue chatting]

Follow me.

Damn you, I just swept.
Now I have to start over.

[Úrsula] This way.

The windows in all nine bedrooms
should face the patio.

Separate bathrooms
for the men and for the women,

and a kitchen large enough for two stoves.

-Understood?
-Understood.

[gentle music continues]

[José Arcadio B.] Move!
Everyone, stay still.

Stop!

[pensive music playing]

[woman groans]

[townspeople murmuring]

[horse neighing]

[knocks]

[in Italian] Hello.

-[in English] Are you Mrs. Úrsula Buendía?
-Yes.

Pietro Crespi.
[in Italian] Nice to meet you.

[in English] I brought your order
from the capital.

[horse neighing]

[Úrsula] I brought you
some lemonade, Mr. Crespi.

[Pietro in Italian] Thank you very much,
ma'am.

[in English] How long
is that going to take?

Hmm.

Signora, I'm not sure.
You see, it's a complex instrument.

It will take a while.

Signorine, a… apologies.

[in Italian] Hello.
Pietro Crespi. Nice to meet you.

Rebeca.

[in English] Amaranta Buendía. Pleasure.

Welcome.

Thank you.

Well, how long
is it going to take Mr. Crespi?

[Pietro] Signora,
about a week, give or take.

Yes. But with your permission,

I could teach your daughters how to dance.

I don't know if you know this, but lessons
are included with the instrument.

Hmm.

Right. I appreciate you offering.

-But that isn't necessary.
-[Pietro] Of course.

[Rebeca] Mother, that would be perfect.

Aren't we throwing a party
so we can celebrate the new house?

And for our presentation into society.

Fine.

But Arcadio will be
with the two of you at all times.

And no touching either.

Of course, ma'am.

[Úrsula] All right, off you go.
Let him work.

[gentle music playing]

[narrator] While José Arcadio

kept chasing after
God's ubiquitous, invisible traces…

Pietro continued to work with a dedication

much like that of Aureliano
in his silverwork.

[tool clicking]

[gentle music builds]

[murmuring]

[music fades]

What's the matter, José Arcadio?

I can sense you're upset over something.

I don't understand.

What don't you understand?

How is it that I've captured

every corner of Macondo,

and God didn't present
himself in any of them?

Oh, my dear friend.

Is that really how you imagined God?

Let's begin by correcting our posture.

Relax your shoulders.

-Don't be so obvious.
-Sh!

[Pietro] Stretch out your arms
and remember…

[in Italian] One, two, three.
One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two, three.
One, two, three. One, two, three.

Very good.

One, two, three.

[in English] Now grab a partner.

[waltz music playing]

[in Italian] One, two, three.
One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two, three. One…

[waltz music continues faintly]

What's that?

[clatters]

[waltz music continues]

[continues playing waltz music]

[sighs]

He's inside the pianola.

Who?

God.

José Arcadio,
you're not making any sense at all.

Maybe you should worry
about your daughters.

-And why should I?
-[Úrsula] What do you mean why?

-Isn't it obvious?
-What is it, huh?

[Úrsula] Their virtue.

Stop being preoccupied about their virtue.

That man's a fairy.

[waltz music continues]

[Pietro] It has been a pleasure, Rebeca.

Signorina Amaranta.

[in Italian] Signora Úrsula.
Thanks for everything.

[in English] It has been wonderful.
I promise I'll return.

-[clicks tongue]
-[horse whickers]

[waltz music continues]

[music fades]

Are you coming to bed?

[sighs]

[creaking]

[creaking]

[distant clattering]

[creaking and clattering]

[thud]

[clattering]

[piano strings ring out]

[Úrsula] What have you done?

I needed to know how it works. You see--

In two days,
every single one of our friends is coming.

And they'll be coming with their sons,
potential suitors for both your daughters.

So you better figure out
how to put that thing back together!

-[townspeople chatting]
-[horse neighing]

-[man 1] Beautiful night for a party, yes?
-[Úrsula] Yes.

-[man 1] See you inside.
-[Úrsula] Thank you.

-[woman 1] How are you?
-[Úrsula] Good evening.

Thank you so much.

-Good evening.
-[man 2] Good evening.

-[Úrsula] Ah! My dear friend.
-[woman 2] Thank you.

[Úrsula] Thank you.
Come in, please. Come in. Thank you.

-Welcome, welcome.
-Úrsula!

-How are you? Good evening.
-Nice to see you.

Thank you. After you.

Visitación, please start
serving the biscuits, will you?

[guests chatting]

It was nearly 30 years ago

that we packed our things
and left that town.

And we decided to create a new home.

We created this with our own bare hands,
in the middle of nowhere.

Who knows
where José Arcadio and I would be

had you all not had the faith
to join us in this mad adventure.

All right then, dear friend.
Did you invite us here to cry or what?

-[laughter]
-I mean, am I right?

[Úrsula] Not at all, Magnífico. [chuckles]

But I wasn't
about to pass up the opportunity

to tell you that I've never forgotten

that what we built belongs to everyone.

And that it would be an honor

for our families to come together
through our daughters.

Well, that is if your boys
are ready for a bit of competition.

[laughter, chatter]

[applause, cheering]

[whooping]

Well, then let the party begin!

-[man] Hear! Hear!
-[woman] Let's hear it!

[clicking, whirring]

[whirring slows to a stop]

Huh.

[clicks, clangs]

[clicking]

[dissonant waltz music playing]

[guests chatting]

Rebeca, may I have this dance?

-You look beautiful tonight.
-Oh, thank you.

So, should we show them how it's done?

Uh, pardon me, sir. May I cut in?

[dissonant waltz music continues]

You are the fairest woman
in all of Macondo, Rebeca Buendía.

Pietro?

[music starts playing in tune]

[dissonant waltz music resumes]

Rebeca, are you all right?

[Magnífico] Son, wait!

[dissonant waltz music continues faintly]

[narrator] The handfuls of earth

made her feel closer to the only man
worthy of such a display of degradation.

[moaning softly]

[waltz music playing]

Are you still angry at me?

No, I am not angry at you, José Arcadio.

I'm scared.

-Is this the Buendía residence?
-[Visitación] Yes, sir.

[man] It's an urgent message.

You're hereby notified.

Good evening.

[Visitación] Excuse me.

Someone dropped this off.

Sent by the government.

Sent by the government?

[Visitación] He said
we're hereby notified.

[dissonant waltz music fades]

[José Arcadio B.] Notified?

It says that we all must
paint our houses blue.

Come on. Says who, exactly?

The Judicial Officer of Macondo,
appointed by the Government of Colombia.

Can they do that? Judicial Officer?

What officer?

[tense music playing]

Who in the hell is Apolinar Moscote?

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[tense music playing]

BASED ON THE NOVEL
BY GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ

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