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ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE

Hello?

Does José Arcadio Buendía live here?

Yes.

What's the matter, Amaranta?

Morning.

Rebeca arrived on a Sunday.

She had made the arduous journey
from Manaure with some fellmongers

who had been tasked with delivering her

along with the bones of her parents...

What does it say?

That she is some distant cousin of ours.

The daughter
of the unforgettable Nicanor Ulloa

and his distinguished wife,
Rebeca Montiel.

Whose daughter?

...but they could not explain
who had asked them for the favor.

What is your name?

Are you hungry?

Aureliano, Arcadio will be relocating
to your room.

- Okay.
- Visitación, prepare a bath.

Can I move into Aureliano's room?

No, Arcadio is now old enough
to move into his room.

Bring me one of your old dresses.

But...

With so many men here,
another girl will do us good.

A sister is someone you can confide in.

Is that clear?

Help me.

And the dress, Amaranta!

Bones?

Yes. Many bones.

I won't ask you again.

Let's go.

When did this house become an orphanage?

As if Arcadio wasn't enough.

Aureliano patiently read her
the names of all the saints,

but she did not react to any of them.

Lucía.

Dorotea.

Inés.

She might be deaf-mute.

Let's call her Rebeca, like her mother.

Done.

Now let her eat.

Kids!

What would happen if Mom caught you?

Go to sleep.

I'm not sleepy yet.

You're lying.

You're afraid of the weird girl.

That's not true. You are just like her.
A kid without parents.

Amaranta!

May I sleep in your room?

Go to yours. You'll be fine.

And you?

Come. Come with me.

Do you know what this is?

An armadillo?

It starts with the letter "A."

Just like your name.

"A."

Do you know this letter?

"B"?

Good.

Arcadio, it's time for bed.

We'll continue tomorrow.

Good night.

Don't you think there are enough
with your dad stuck in here?

We can feed another mouth.

She hasn't eaten a thing.

Not one bite.

Relax. She'll come running to you
when she's hungry.

I'm not worried about Rebeca.

It's Aureliano.

He hasn't left that goddamn laboratory
since his brother left.

He seems afraid of going outside.

Come here, Aureliano!

Have some coffee with your dad.

Good morning.

Good morning.

You know, when I was your age,
I had already met your mother.

Everybody in town knew
that we would end up together.

But we were oblivious to that.

I know I was.

Tell me, why do you
spend your days in that room?

Are you selling those fish you make?

Go out for a walk, Aureliano.

You can't spend your days
locked up in that room.

You're one to talk.

Did your mom tell you to say that?

No.

But we are not the same.

I lived a full life
before locking myself up here.

If it weren't for that,

there would be no Macondo.

Or you.

Or anything you've seen.

Go out for a walk.
Your fish aren't going anywhere.

- Evening.
- Evening.

One liter of acid.

And some gold foil too.

Thank you very much.

Amaranta, Rebeca! Food's ready!

U. A.

- Not here, Arcadio. Go fetch a spoon.
- U.

Cataure! Go get Rebeca!

Do you need help?

Don't worry. I'm almost done.

What's the matter with you?
See how good these look on Amaranta?

It's been a day, Rebeca.

Eat up.

Rebeca.

Everybody knows
we serve the best yam soup in town.

Try it.

You're staying until you finish.

Go ahead, child.

You're free to starve yourself,
but you won't be wasting our food.

Cataure! Take it away!

Rebeca?

Rebeca.

Catch her!

Stay still!

Stay still!

Maybe we should rest, ma'am.

If she won't obey the rules,
I'll make her!

Shove that drink up your ass.

What did she say?

- That you can shove that up your...
- Out!

One spoonful, Rebeca.

One, and I'll leave you be.

What do you have to lose?

I just want you to be well.

Thank you,

Mom.

My love.

Do you want to hear
the story of the capon?

Yes.

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

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

Then no.

I didn't ask you to say "then no."

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

Give it a rest, Rebeca.
Don't wind them up.

More?

More?

Thanks, Mom. Won't you have some, sister?

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

Really? Did you add some dirt to it?

Amaranta!

Eat up.

Go ahead.

Cataure.

Do you hear that noise?

An animal must have entered the pen.

Cataure, get up. Get up.

Rebeca?

Visitación and Cataure
recognized in those eyes

the symptoms of a terrible illness.

Cataure was never
to be seen again in the house.

It was the insomnia plague.

You left your town a long time ago.

Forget about that nonsense.

This is not nonsense, sir.

Visitación...

No!

Don't put your finger in there.

I think you're overreacting.

I'm not overreacting.

Ma'am, listen!

When this pest strikes a family,

nobody ever sleeps again.

Visitación, that's just superstition.

And if that were true,
and we never sleep again, that'd be great.

We would get more out of life.

Once we're done, go to the square.

Fresh air will do you good.

Candy animals!

Candy animals!

Candy animals.

Candy animals.

Thanks.

Thanks, Rebeca.

The Buendía family didn't feel alarmed
until the third day without sleep.

The things we could do with all this time.

- We'll fill this square with almond trees!
- That's right, my friend.

- I won! Fourteen to twelve.
- What?! No!

The scariest quality of the illness
was not the inability to sleep,

for the body did not feel any fatigue...

Dad.

Hand me the...

Yes?

...but its inexorable evolution...
toward a more critical state.

The loss of memory.

ALMOND TREE

Aureliano developed the formula

that would protect them
against memory loss.

WALL

ANVIL

Thus, they went on living
in a reality that was slipping away.

COAL

Momentarily captured by words...

BIRD: SMALL, FLYING CREATURE
WITH FEATHERED LIMBS

STOVE: COOKS FOOD FOR THE FAMILY
ALL FOOD MUST BE HEATED

...which would vanish once they forgot
the meaning of written letters.

HAMMER MILL: PUT THE CORN IN
AND GRIND WELL WITH THE HAMMER

Then they would forget the name
and the notion of things.

PIG SLAUGHTERING KNIFE

EGGS: FOODSTUFF LAID BY CHICKENS

USE FIRE TO LIGHT THESE CANDLES

DON'T PEE ON THE STREETS
PEOPLE GET ANGRY

STREET LIGHT

MILK THE COW EVERY MORNING

BOIL MILK BEFORE MAKING COFFEE WITH MILK

My friend, things are getting out of hand.

Who are you?

Don't you know who I am, brother?

Rape!

Rapist!

Isabel, calm down. He's your husband!

Get your hands off me!

Catarino!

Customers are supposed to drink!

GOD EXISTS

Úrsula! Go get the kids!

Hey, Buendía!

Maybe that rooster of yours
can do your wife a favor.

Go home and get a weapon.
I'm going to kill you.

Prudencio?

Lastly, the insomnia plague stripped away
the very sense of self

until it sank people
into a state of idiocy that had no past.

José Arcadio! What's going on?

Who are you?

He's become a gypsy.

Go home and tell your dad.

How does it feel?

Like an earthquake.

Having lost all
of his supernatural faculties,

Melquiades returned to Macondo.

He had indeed experienced death,

but he had returned
because he could not bear the solitude.

DOOR

SEAT

Are you looking for someone?

What is this place?

This is your alchemy laboratory.

My laboratory?

Melquiades!

I thought you were dead.

Sit down.

But why?

COLUMN

BEING IN THE SUN FOR TOO LONG
MAKES ME ANGRY

CHAIR

INKWELL

You say this thing can capture time?

But how, Melquiades?

That's impossible.

You must have patience, José Arcadio.

You'll see with your own eyes.

Úrsula!

- We're ready!
- I'm coming!

Aureliano! Come here!

Aureliano had shot up so fast
he started wearing his father's clothes,

and his breathing could barely be heard
in the workshop he shared with Melquiades.

Rebeca was the fairest daughter.

She had immaculate skin,
large eyes, and magical hands

that seemed to create embroidery designs
with invisible threads.

Rebeca, come here!

Amaranta was somewhat plain,

but she had the natural distinction,

the inner propriety of Petronila,
her late grandmother.

Amaranta, hurry up!

Though he had manifested
his father's physical drive...

Arcadio!

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

Good.

One second... There.

Visitación sewed some pants
your size, right?

A few months ago, yes.

Go and get changed.

Go. José Arcadio.

What is it?

What?

You look like a frightened general.

What about you?

Me, no.

If that thing captures time,
I don't want to be remembered as a joke.

Stay still.

Okay. We got it.

Arcadio.

Go buy some mercury at the Arab's shop.

Care to be my assistant?

Of course.

Don't rush it. Careful.

Just a bit more.

- Now.
- Now?

- Now.
- Beautiful.

Next step.

You need to be careful here.

Slowly...

Voilà.

Your family.

Let's dry it.

If this thing can reveal time and space...

and everything in between,

then you can see God through it.

I knew you would love it,
but don't even think about that.

Teach me how to use it.

Teach me!

Fine.

Dry the plate.

What's first?

- The polishing.
- Polishing.

- This is our plate.
- Okay.

White, red, and black, in that order.

Slowly.

Good. No more white.

Black filter.

In the family daguerreotype,

the only one that ever existed,

Aureliano had the same clairvoyant look

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

but he still had not sensed his fate
in a premonition.

- Look.
- Hey, look.

Aureliano! Come here!

My friend. It's a miracle
you're out and about!

Gerineldo, the only miracle
is seeing you sober this early.

Cut him some slack. He's finally around.

How have you been?

All's well, you?

I'm doing great.

Are you out of oil?

Some of us work, you know.

If you can't drink rum with friends,
what's the point of working so hard?

Catarino! Look who's here!

Aureliano, my boy!
You're a sight for sore eyes!

- Catarino.
- Make yourself at home.

How's the family?

Good, you?

I'm doing great.

- Tell your parents I said hi.
- I will.

Three rums, please.

Gentlemen! Only in Macondo for a few days!

The one and only, Eréndira!

Only 20 cents for her time!

The Innocent Eréndira.

That mulatto girl is the talk of the town.

People say she's gorgeous.

A stunning woman. Try her.

No, thank you.

What do you mean?

This is an experience worthy of a Buendía.

Oh!

You're still a virgin!

- Let's go fix that right away.
- Are you?

Thank you.

No.

Just come over here.

- I just wanted some supplies.
- You can buy them later!

Come on.

- Fine! I can do this alone.
- Just go!

Be quick about it.

They made me come.

I was told to pay 20 cents
and to be quick about it.

Paying 20 more on your way out
would give you more time.

Stop.

- Have I done something wrong?
- No.

It's not that.

Do you even rest?

I will when I pay my grandma
what I owe her.

Is she the woman outside?

About two years ago,

I fell asleep with a candle lit.

When I woke, everything was on fire.

The house burned down.

How much do you owe?

As things stand,

70 men a night...

for ten years.

You're beautiful.

Thank you.

I will pay 20 pesos.

But that's a lot.

That's 100 men.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Arcadio, please go read in the workshop.

I'm tired.

Aureliano...

it's too long ago for me to remember,

but Visitación always talks about

the way you knew
Rebeca was coming months in advance.

Is that true?

Yes.

Did you see me coming too?

Everyone,

every single person
in this world, is alone.

Knowing who your parents are
won't make a difference.

Rebeca.

- Have you no shame?
- Why should I?

You're my sister.

You and I need to be close.

Who's going to keep your secrets
when you go visit your boyfriends?

Boyfriends? That's nonsense.

Look.

The moment you go out for a walk,

men will be all over you.

No. Rebeca. Stop.

The towel! Give me the towel!

Rebeca, give it back!

What's going on here?

You're naked.

Úrsula realized

that her daughters
were old enough to get married.

As if she had contracted
her husband's mind-boggling fever,

she took on the task
of expanding the house.

All right, boys!

I need a dining room
with a table for 12 guests.

Understood? Good.

Go ahead. Here.

This room right here.

I want this room decorated
with furniture from Vienna

so we can host the most
distinguished events in the region.

Do they understand?

Follow me.

You're a nuisance. I'm tired of sweeping.

Nine rooms, every window facing the yard.

I want bathrooms for men and women

and a kitchen with two stoves.

- Understood?
- Understood.

Go! Don't move!

Stop!

Hello.

- Are you Úrsula Iguarán de Buendía?
- Yes.

Pietro Crespi. Nice to meet you.

I brought your order from the capital.

Here's some lemonade, Mr. Crespi.

Thank you very much, ma'am.

How long will it take?

Ma'am, I don't know exactly.
This instrument is complex.

It will take some time.

Signorine, my apologies. I didn't see you.

Hello. Pietro Crespi. Nice to meet you.

I'm Rebeca.

And I'm Amaranta Buendía.
Pleased to meet you.

Welcome.

It's my pleasure.

So how long will this take, Mr...

Signora, about a week.

Okay? With your blessing,

I could teach your daughters how to dance.

Were you told
that dance classes were included?

I see. That won't be necessary.

Thank you very much.

- Of course.
- But that'd be great, Mom.

You said we'd have a housewarming party.

And that we'd have a ball.

Okay.

Arcadio will be with you at all times.

No touching.

Of course.

It's settled. Let him work.

While José Arcadio kept following
God's ubiquitous, invisible traces...

Pietro continued his work

with a dedication much like that
of Aureliano in his workshop.

What's the matter, José Arcadio?

I can sense from here that you're upset.

I can't find it.

What are you looking for?

It doesn't make sense.

I photographed all of Macondo,

and God hasn't shown up.

Dear friend,

is that your notion of God?

Let's start with our postures.

Relax your shoulders.

Don't be so obvious.

Extend your arms forward, and remember...

One, two, three...

Very good.

One, two, three.

Now in pairs.

One, two, three...

What's that?

He must be inside the pianola.

Who?

God.

José Arcadio, you're not making any sense.
Aren't you worried about your daughters?

- Why should I be?
- What do you mean "why"?

- Isn't it obvious?
- What?

Their virtue.

You always seem to find
something to worry about, don't you?

That guy's a sissy.

It's been a pleasure, Rebeca.

Miss Amaranta.

Signora Úrsula, thanks for everything.

This was lovely. I promise to return.

Are you coming to bed?

What have you done?

- I needed to see how it works.
- We're two days away.

All our friends are coming,

along with their sons,

so your daughters can meet suitors.

I suggest you get
that pianola working by then!

How are you? Thanks for coming. Thank you.

Good evening. Thank you. My dear!

Thank you.

Thank you. Please, come in.

- Thank you. Come in.
- Úrsula!

How are you? Good evening, come in.

Visitación, let's serve the snacks. Okay?

It's been almost 30 years

since we left that town,

and we decided to create this one.

We built it with our own hands
in the middle of nowhere.

I don't know where
José Arcadio and I would be

without your support
through those uncertain times.

So, Úrsula,
did you bring us all here to cry?

Not at all, Magnífico.

But I wanted to remind everyone

of something I haven't forgotten.

What we built is ours,

and it would be an honor

for our families to become one
through our daughters.

That is, if your boys are up
to the dancing challenge, right?

Well, let the ball begin!

Rebeca, may I have this dance?

You're so pretty.

Thanks.

Shall we show them how it's done?

Excuse me, sir, may I?

You're the fairest woman in all Macondo,
Rebeca Buendía.

Pietro?

Rebeca, are you all right?

Son, come here!

The handfuls of earth made

the only man who deserved
that show of degradation

less remote and more certain.

Are you still mad at me?

I'm not mad at you, José Arcadio.

I'm scared.

- Is this the Buendía residence?
- Yes, sir.

It's a very urgent message.

You're hereby notified.

Good evening.

Excuse me.

A man brought this.

A government representative.

A government representative?

He said we're hereby notified.

Notified?

We need to paint our house blue.

Really? Says who?

The Magistrate of Macondo,
sent by the Colombian government.

A magistrate?

Which magistrate?

Who the hell is Apolinar Moscote?

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY
GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ

Subtitle translation by: Alison Woods