All language subtitles for One.Hundred.Years.of.Solitude.S01E05.NF.WEBRip

Mom!

What is it?

Let me see.

Mom, am I going to die?

Quite the contrary, Remedios.

ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE

It was a fatiguing effort,

but on the date set for the ceremony,

Remedios was as adept
in the ways of the world

as any of her sisters.

Aureliano, on the other hand,

wearing the same boots

that he would wear a few years later
as he faced the firing squad,

had a lump in his throat.

You look as handsome as ever.

Where's Rebeca?

Thank you.

As arranged by Úrsula,

Rebeca would marry the same day...

Miss Rebeca, someone's here to see you.

...but the night before,

Pietro Crespi received a letter
announcing the imminent death of Giulia,

his mother,

and he left for the capital immediately.

Rebeca,

not even Pietro's letters
could do your beauty justice.

Giulia?

Where's Pietro?

I want to see him before the wedding.

You're not wearing that
to the wedding, are you?

Here.

One should not subjugate life everywhere.

Life.

Not today, José Arcadio.

Not today.

The wedding is the easy part.

Relax.

Aureliano, take the ring. Repeat after me.

I, Au...

The ring fell.

From that day on,

the natural grace and calm
that Remedios would always have

in the face of adversity was revealed.

I, Aureliano Buendía, take thee...

I, Aureliano Buendía, take thee...

...Remedios Moscote, to be my wife.

...Remedios Moscote, to be my wife.

I promise to be true...

I promise to be true...

...until death do us part.

...until death do us part.

I, Remedios Moscote, take you,
Aureliano Buendía, as my husband.

I promise to be true to you,
in sickness and in health,

until death do us part.

- What did you do?
- Let this be an example for us all.

So that things stay on the right path,

just like Mr. Apolinar Moscote
brought us to Macondo.

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

- They pulled out all the stops.
- Yes.

Here are the Márquez and Visbal families.

Good evening.

I understand you are some of the founders.

- Indeed. Gerineldo Márquez.
- Pleasure to meet you.

Father Nicanor Reyna has done us the honor

of leaving his spiritual activities
in Santa Marta to be with us here.

Mrs. Moscote, you don't need to say that.
Believe me, the honor is all mine.

- How are you?
- Nice to meet you. Isabel.

What do you think of the town?

As you'd imagine.
Even better now with God's presence.

- Come with me.
- Thank you.

- Who does he think he is?
- Calm down. Relax.

I cannot imagine
everything you've had to do, Mrs. Úrsula,

to maintain this family on your own.

Fortunately,
I'm no stranger to work, Mr. Nicanor.

Of course.

I'll still keep you both in my prayers.

Don't worry, my dear.

I'm sure Pietro will return and marry you.

I'm sure your marriage will be wonderful.
A beautiful couple indeed.

Rebeca. Where are you going?

Were you the one who sent that letter?

Rebeca... stop.

It was the kindest way.

The other was to kill you.

- Amaranta, would you care to dance?
- Of course.

Thank you.

Where's my mother?

We can still get married.

Father Nicanor's still here.
We have the dress. Everything's ready.

I can't do this without her.

She'd never forgive me.

Rebeca.

We'll spend our whole lives together.

It's just a matter of time.

We do not die when we must,
but when we can.

We does not die when we must,
but when we can.

We do not die when we must...

We do not die when we must...

...but when we can.

...but when we can.

Remedios plunged into the fatiguing chore

of taking care of José Arcadio Buendía.

She would keep
his hair and beard free of lice.

And in her last months,

she was able to communicate with him.

Metus? Fear?

Aren't you afraid of him?

Little ants, no one will see you
if you come this way.

But if you take that path...

Watch out.

See what I mean?

Her arrival brought
a joyful breeze to the Buendías.

Remedios, come here.
We're going to learn to make candy.

Child, you sing so beautifully.

Her vitality overflowed
the walls of the house.

Miss Rebeca Buendía,
may I have this dance?

One, two, three.

Very good.

Now spin!

Very good.

Good morning, world.

She was like a whirlwind of good health
along the corridors.

- Good morning, José Arcadio.
- Good morning, Remedios.

Good morning, Visitación.

Good morning.

Good morning, Mrs. Úrsula.

Good morning, my child.

Aureliano found in her
the motivation he needed to live.

Did you make that?

This is a private space.

I apologize, Arcadio.

I thought you'd like some coffee.

She was...

Thank you.

...the last person
Arcadio thought about before dying.

Remedios, don't move.

I didn't tell you because
I didn't want it to ruin your marriage.

I know this is a problem, Aureliano.

But I already have two boys.
He deserves a family.

It's okay.

I'll take care of him.

But you shouldn't have shown up
unannounced.

It's okay.

My love.

Aureliano.

How could you, Aureliano?

It happened before I asked
for Remedio's hand in marriage.

It doesn't matter!

Will you make her raise a bastard?

What did you say?

The boy will bear the Buendía name.

Listen closely, Úrsula Iguarán,

I'll never allow you to treat him
the same way you treated Arcadio!

Fine.

Let's see what she and her parents say
when they learn you have a son.

We shall see.

Yes, we will.

Does he already have a name?

He'll bear mine and my brother's.

Aureliano José.

I'll convince Nicanor
to baptize him tomorrow.

With God's blessing,
and this stays between us,

I don't think
there will be a problem. Agreed?

Agreed.

Welcome to the Kingdom of the Lord.

There you go.

Hold him tight.

How long will you be in town, Father?

We would like to take advantage
of your visit to plan our wedding.

No need to rush, sweetie.

Father Nicanor has decided to stay.

What you've achieved here in the middle
of nowhere is incredible, Mrs. Úrsula.

What surprises me

is that,
in the 30 years since its founding,

no one thought of building a church.

The truth is, we've never needed a church
to negotiate with God, Mr. Nicanor.

God does not negotiate, ma'am.
The scriptures are clear about that.

Did you ever think
that the terrible plague years ago

was divine punishment for living in sin?

Do you want Úrsula
to answer for all of Macondo?

No, not at all. Absolutely not.

Last night I dreamed about
that very temple.

It was the largest temple in the country,

with floor-to-ceiling
stained-glass windows,

human-sized saints,

and an organ.

An organ like Notre Dame's.

We've already made our contribution.

Let's hope
the rest of the town contributes too.

With God's blessing and everybody's help,

we could possibly be opening
the doors in three years.

Rebeca would be the luckiest of all.

Your wedding would be
the first one held at that church.

No!

Forgive me, Father.

It'd be an honor
to get married at that church,

but I don't see a reason
to wait that long.

Because your union
would be blessed by God.

It would be.

- Remedios and Aureliano's isn't?
- Rebeca.

Why must we wait three years?

Aureliano got married here.

Because everyone in this family
became conservative overnight.

What did you say?

- I said that everybody...
- Shut your mouth right now!

We've built everything here together,
Mr. Nicanor.

I'm sure that the church
will be ready before you know it.

And we'll have all the time in the world
to organize the wedding you deserve.

Remedios was right.

You're a learned man.

Who taught you to enter a room like that?

Uninvited.

We Moscotes are curious.

What do you want?

Arcadio,

the government has given us the resources
to build a school in Macondo,

but I haven't yet found a teacher

willing to stay here full-time
to take care of the facilities.

Look, I'm not looking to work
or be held accountable to anyone.

I have too much on my plate
to stick my nose into those matters.

What do you say?

I'm still waiting for an apology.

Where are you going?

You now have a spare room.

You don't need to say a thing.

I should've left a while ago.

- Excuse me.
- Doctor, please.

I don't know
what paper you're talking about.

Anybody can claim to be a doctor.

A little respect.
I don't know what you want.

- The papers to open this shop.
- I'm not giving you anything!

In all the great swamp,

no one has ever asked me for
a government permit to practice my trade.

So unless you come here
with a civil code and show me a law

that forces me to show you something
that isn't my certifying diplomas,

I am going to have to ask you to leave.

Leave my business now.
You're scaring away my clients.

Sorry to bother you.

It's been a while
since someone stood up to them.

Well, they definitely need someone
to remind them of their rights.

I'm Dr. Alirio Noguera, homeopath.

- Nice to meet you.
- Arcadio.

School principal.

Shit.

That's quite a responsibility
you have with those kids.

If you ever want to talk

or when you need some medicine,

you know where to find me.

PUBLIC SCHOOL

Even if only temporarily,

the school freed Arcadio from the weight
of the old family bitterness.

Alchemy...

Alchemy has been the obsession
of the most brilliant men in history,

for they've sought to discover
the legendary philosopher's stone.

The philosopher's stone...

Judging by your voice,
you have no clue what that is.

Teach, it's just that
González never knows anything.

He never knows anything.

Come on, then. Come up
and explain the blackboard, Rojas.

No, I mean, me neither.

The most important thing
is to not lose your way.

Stop, José Arcadio.

If you must talk,
say something I understand.

Thank you, child.

Thank you both.

Here.

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

Aureliano...

you've been married a few months now.

What do you think is going on?

Will Aureliano José have a sibling?

Could you make a white one together?

We don't know if it's a girl or a boy,

but it'd be nice
if its aunts made its first gift.

So deep was the affection that the couple
had aroused in both their families

that when Remedios announced
that she was expecting a child,

even Rebeca and Amaranta declared a truce.

But you made a promise, sir.
We are talking about the house of God.

Father, if the Lord had paid us
what he owes us, we'd be finished by now.

How am I supposed to ask for the tithes
to pay you if I can't open?

- I'll pay you from the tithes.
- From the what? The tithes?

Yes, that's right.

- How long has it been like that?
- One month.

Looks like they ran out of money.

God does not punish with a rod or whip.

Let's lay the tiles. Slowly.

I don't want anything to fall on me.

Let's elope.

Where, Rebeca?

Everything I have is here.

What happened?

Nothing. Everything is fine, Mrs. Úrsula.

Lord, have mercy

Not having collected
the price of the doors,

Nicanor went through the town
with a little bell,

calling people to an open-air mass.

Lord...

Many went out of curiosity.

Others from nostalgia.

Others so that God would not take

the disdain for his intermediary
as a personal insult.

You will now witness

the irrefutable proof of God's might.

The boy who had been helping him

brought him a cup of thick chocolate,
which he drank without pausing to breathe.

Is this real?

No one doubted the divine origin
of the demonstration...

except José Arcadio Buendía.

It's quite simple.

He discovered the fourth state of matter.

I deny that.

This proves God's existence
beyond a doubt.

Your magic tricks... don't fool me.

Until I see a daguerreotype of God,

I won't believe in your artifices.

What did he say?

What is he saying?

He said he's always wanted
to see a daguerreotype of God.

Thus, it was discovered

that José Arcadio Buendía's
devilish jargon was Latin.

- Mrs. Úrsula, may I have a word with you?
- Come.

You should rest.

I just wanted to say something.

You can see
that I have done everything I can

to bring faith to the people of Macondo.

If the donations continue at this rate,
I won't finish that church in three years.

It will take me ten at most.

So I wanted to ask you
if you could help me

by speaking to the people or...

We shouldn't put that responsibility
on Mrs. Úrsula, Father.

God knows that things happen
when they happen.

Amen.

And what's the rush?

See you later, ma'am.

You're making the kids crazy.

They want me to buy them
chemistry books now.

They do?

Yes. Congratulations on your job.

- Thank you.
- Let's go.

Without knowing
the secret of their parentage,

he became as obsessed
with Pilar Ternera as his father had been.

He would look for her

and find her
in the trail of her smokey scent

without really knowing
how to approach her.

One more?

Thank you.

Here.

Matilde!

Are we no longer friends or what?

I've been wondering the same.

It's been a while
since you last came to the house.

I've barely had a minute
since the incident with José Arcadio.

I can imagine.

We all miss him.

Can you believe
he started talking to Nicanor?

If it hadn't been for him,
we wouldn't know what he was saying.

They spend all day talking,

just like he did with you.

Nicanor is a good man.

Úrsula, what are you trying to say?

At times,
I think this bond with the Moscotes

made you forget about the town
we founded with José Arcadio.

As it happens,
José Arcadio is tied to a tree.

I look after the family now.

My memory does not fail me, Gerineldo.

Just like I know that you two left
in the middle of Aureliano's wedding,

I also know that the Moscotes

have been the only ones to visit
after José Arcadio left me alone.

It was good to see you.

Excuse me.

I've never understood...

the point of competition
between two adversaries

who share the sample principles.

How could they possibly...

tie you to a tree?

It's very simple.

Because I'm crazy.

Concerned about his own faith,

the priest did not come back to visit him.

At least a spoonful, child.

You can't leave that baby hungry.

Mrs. Úrsula.

With or without stained windows or bells,

Rebeca must be standing at the altar
before the end of the month.

Is that clear, Nicanor?

My love, good morning.

Write to your mom.

We're getting married in Macondo
in a month, with or without her.

Amaranta had trembled with fright
waiting for that hour.

Steady. There you go.

Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?

I don't know,
but it won't be one but two babies.

How do you know that?

The same way
that I knew Rebeca would arrive

before she walked through that door
with terror-filled eyes.

Don't you believe me?
Ask my mom. She'll tell you.

Migue!

Where were you?

What?

What's the matter?

What happened?

- It itches.
- It itches?

How are you?

Pilar!

Principal.

Could we talk for a minute?

- Is my boy in trouble?
- No, of course not.

- Could you watch him?
- Sure.

What is it?

Come in.

No!

- No, Arcadio, no.
- No?

- No!
- No?

No.

Don't act like a saint.
Everybody knows you're a whore.

Not here.

Not here. Not now.

My son is outside.
He can hear us, Arcadio.

Arcadio.

I'll come over.

I'll come over tonight.

Leave the door open and the light off.

Really?

Why would I lie to you, Arcadio?

Wait for me tonight.

Miguel! Let's go.

He lay awake waiting for her,

listening to the aroused crickets
in the endless hours of early morning,

more and more convinced
that she had deceived him.

Arcadio realized that this was not
the woman he was waiting for

because she didn't smell of smoke.

She was a virgin,

and her name was Santa Sofía de la Piedad.

Pilar Ternera had paid her 50 pesos,

half of her life savings,

for her to do what she was doing.

Arcadio had seen her many times,

but he had never taken a good look at her

because she had the rare virtue
of never existing completely

except at the opportune moment.

But from that day on,

he huddled like a cat
in the warmth of her armpit.

Help!

Reme. Breathe!

Get help!

Get a doctor!

Mom!

Remedios, breathe!
Look at me. I'm right here.

I'm here. My love.

My love!

Look at me, don't fall asleep.

Don't fall asleep!

My love. My darling, don't go to sleep.

Don't fall asleep!

Remedios

died poisoned by her blood,

with a pair of twins crossed in her womb.

Today, more than ever...

given the terrible circumstances
that bring us together...

I give thanks to God...

for his infinite wisdom...

for he has been timely in opening

the doors of his temple, of his house,

so we can leave here

the pain

and the burden of this tragedy.

Amaranta had begged with such fervor
for something fearful to happen

so she wouldn't have to poison Rebeca

that she felt guilty
about Remedios's death,

and she adopted Aureliano José as the son
who would accompany her eternal solitude.

Úrsula ordered a mourning period
of closed doors and windows,

and she forbade talking aloud for a year.

When the mourning had gone on so long

that the needlepoint sessions began again,

a gale pushed open the door
to the street at two in the afternoon.

It can't be.

It can't be.

It was José Arcadio.

He had returned as poor as he had left,

and even his father,
under the solitary chestnut tree,

had the impression that an earthquake
was tearing the house apart.

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY
GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ

Subtitle translation by: Alison Woods