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Mama!

- What is it? - Let me see.

Mama, am I dying?

Quite the contrary, Remedios.

ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE

It was a fatiguing effort,

but by the date of the ceremony,

Remedios had become as adept in the ways of the world

as the rest of her sisters.

Aureliano, on the other hand,

who wore the same boots he would wear a few years later

as he stood in front of the firing squad,

had a lump in his throat.

You're more handsome than ever.

Where's Rebeca?

Hmm?

Thank you.

Per Úrsula's instructions,

Rebeca was to get married on the same day.

Miss Rebeca, someone's here to see you.

But the night before,

Pietro Crespi had received a letter with the news of the imminent death of Giulia,

his mother.

And he immediately left for the capital.

Rebeca.

Not a single of Pietro's letters could do justice to your beauty.

Giulia?

Mm.

Where's Pietro?

I'd like to see him before the ceremony.

That's not your actual wedding gown, is it?

Hmm.

Are you here?

One should not subjugate life everywhere.

- Life… - Hmm.

Not today, José Arcadio.

Not today. Hmm?

The wedding is the easy part.

Relax.

So that their union will be blessed from this day forward.

Amen.

The love of God shines upon the two of you today,

unwavering, just as love should be.

Aureliano, take the ring and repeat after me.

I, Aure--

- Oh my goodness. - Wow. Did he drop it?

It'll hit one. It's rolling.

That day… would reveal the natural grace and composure

that Remedios would forever show in the face of adversity.

I, Aureliano Buendía, take thee…

I, Aureliano Buendía, take thee…

…Remedios Moscote, to be my wife.

…Remedios Moscote, to be my wife…

…to have and to hold…

…to have and to hold…

…until death do us part.

…until death do us part.

I, Remedios Moscote, take thee, Aureliano Buendía, to be my husband,

to have and to hold, for better or worse, in sickness and in health,

until death do us part.

What have you done?

- Let this union be an example. - Sh.

A reminder to always adhere to the right way of doing things,

just like what Mr. Apolinar Moscote has brought to Macondo.

Hmm.

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

- They've outdone themselves. - Yes. Yes.

And over here are the Márquezes and the Visbals.

Ah.

Good evening.

I understand you are some of the founders?

- Mm-hmm. - Indeed. Gerineldo Márquez.

Delighted.

Well, Father Nicanor Reyna has done us the honor

of rescheduling his spiritual activities in Santa Marta to be able to come join us.

No, Mrs. Leonor, you're too kind.

The honor is entirely mine. Believe me.

- How are you? - Pleasure, Father. Isabel.

- Ah! - I hope Macondo has been to your liking.

Well, you bet it has. And now with God's presence,

it's been even better.

- Walk with me. - Let's go.

- Thank you. - What?

Calm down. Relax.

I understand, but we're at a wedding, my dear. Just be polite.

I can't even imagine everything that you've had to do

to support your family on your own, Mrs. Buendía.

Thankfully, I'm no stranger to work, Father Nicanor.

Right.

Well, I'll pray for the both of you anyway.

Oh, my dear, don't worry. I know my Pietro.

He'll marry you as soon as he returns.

Your marriage will be a wonderful one.

You'll make a beautiful bride. You are going to make a beautiful couple.

Rebeca, where are you going?

It was you who sent that letter, wasn't it?

Rebeca… enough.

I could've done much worse than that to you.

I could have simply killed you.

- Would you like to dance, Amaranta? - Sure.

- I'd love to. - All right.

Where's my mother?

We can get married today.

Father Nicanor is still here.

I have the dress. Everything's set up already.

I can't do it without her.

I'd never forgive myself.

Rebeca.

We will be together for the rest of our lives.

All we need is time.

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

We do 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 took upon herself

the costly chore of tending to José Arcadio Buendía.

She would keep his hair and beard free of lice and nits. And most remarkably…

How did you…

…over the course of a few months…

What'd you say?

…she succeeded in communicating with him.

Metus? Miedo?

Yes, I'm afraid of care.

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

No, no. If you take that path…

Watch out!

Do you see now?

Her arrival brought a breath of joy to the Buendías.

Remedios, come here. I'll teach you how to make our candy.

♪ De amor, eres mi bien ♪

♪ Tienes la gracia, canta, pajarito… ♪

Oh, my dear, what a lovely voice you have.

Her vitality overflowed the walls of the house.

Senorita Rebeca Buendía, may I have this dance?

Hmm.

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

Very good!

And spin!

Perfect!

Good morning, world.

And she spun like a whirlwind of good health through the corridors.

Good morning, José Arcadio.

Good morning, Remedios.

Good morning, Visitación.

Good morning.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Good morning, Mrs. Buendía.

Good morning, my dear.

As for Aureliano,

he had found in her presence

the motivation he needed to keep on living.

Did you do that?

You can't be in here.

I'm sorry, Arcadio.

I thought you'd like a little coffee.

And she was…

Thanks.

…the last person Arcadio thought about before he died.

Remedios, stay still.

I didn't say anything sooner,

because I didn't want to ruin your wedding.

I know this is a problem, Aureliano…

but I already have two sons, and he deserves a family.

All right, then.

I'll do it.

But you shouldn't have come here unannounced like this.

It's all right. It's all right.

My love.

- I'm sorry, and I promise to explain-- - Aureliano!

How could you, Aureliano?

Hmm.

It was before… I asked for Remedios's hand in marriage--

It doesn't matter!

You'll make her raise a bastard?

What did you just say?

This child will always be a Buendía.

You better listen to me closely, Úrsula Iguarán.

I will never permit you to treat my son the same way that you treated Arcadio!

Fine then.

We'll see what your in-laws have to say when they find out that you have a son.

We'll wait and see.

We will.

Does he have a name already?

He'll have mine and my brother's names.

Aureliano José.

I'll convince Nicanor to baptize the boy tomorrow.

As long as he has God's blessing and we keep it secret,

I don't think we have a problem. Do you agree?

I agree.

Welcome to the Kingdom of the Lord.

It's okay. There you go.

Sh.

Hold him tight.

And how long will you be staying, Father?

Pietro and I would love to organize our wedding while you are still here.

Well, no need to rush things, darling,

because Father Nicanor has decided to stay here.

Mm-hmm.

It's incredible what you have achieved in the middle of nowhere, Mrs. Buendía.

What surprises me the most, though,

is that in the 30 years since you founded this town

no one has ever thought of adding a church.

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

Ah, but see, you cannot bargain with God, ma'am.

The Scriptures make that very clear.

Mrs. Buendía, has it ever occurred to you

that perhaps that horrific plague that struck years ago

was God's way of punishing you for being sinful?

Well, does Úrsula have to answer for the people of Macondo?

No, no, no. Of course not. Of course she doesn't have to. No.

Just last night, I was dreaming about the church.

- Mm! - Mm-hmm.

It was the biggest one in Colombia,

with windows from floor to ceiling,

human-sized saints,

and an organ… an organ just like Notre Dame has.

We've already made a contribution, of course.

- Mm. - We're hopeful that other people join in.

With the grace of God and the help of our good town,

we could be opening our church doors in three years.

Rebeca would be so fortunate.

You'll have the honor of inaugurating the church with your wedding.

No!

Don't misunderstand me.

It would be an honor to get married at your church,

but I don't believe we must wait that long.

But you would have a union that is blessed by God.

Yeah, don't you want that?

- Isn't Remedios's marriage blessed? - Rebeca.

Why do we have to wait three years? The two of them got married at home.

Because everybody in this family turned conservative overnight.

What did you just say?

- That you all turned conservative over-- - Just shut your mouth!

This entire town has been built collectively, Father Nicanor.

I am sure that the church will be ready much sooner

than any of you can imagine.

As for your wedding,

there will be plenty of time to plan the ceremony you deserve.

Remedios was right.

You're a cultured man.

Mm. No one ever taught you to knock, huh?

Just let yourself in?

We Moscotes are curious.

What do you want?

Arcadio,

I got the government to give us the resources

to build a school in Macondo,

but I still haven't found a teacher that wants to stay

and who'd be willing to take care of the facilities full-time.

Well, I'm sorry but I'm not interested in working under or answering to anyone.

I have too many things on my plate to be sticking my nose in your business, son.

So, what do you say?

I'm still waiting for an apology.

Where are you going, Arcadio?

You have an extra room now.

You don't have to say anything.

I should've left a while ago.

- Excuse me. - Don't make things difficult.

- I don't understand-- - Anybody can claim to be a doctor.

Show some respect. I don't know what kind of papers you want.

- Papers that show-- - Not giving you anything!

In this entire region, no one has ever demanded

I show a permit from the government that allows me to practice.

Listen to me. Unless you can come back with the civil code

and can point out an actual law

that proves to me I must show you anything other than my medical diplomas,

I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

You're scaring away potential customers.

Please stay away.

Apologies, sir.

No one's stood up to those guys in a long time, you know?

Maybe it's because you all need someone to remind you of your rights.

Doctor Alirio Noguera. Homeopath.

- Pleasure. - Arcadio.

And I run the school.

You don't say.

It's a big responsibility to deal with those boys.

If you ever want to talk

or need some medicine,

you know where to find me.

PUBLIC SCHOOL

At least for some time,

the school freed Arcadio from the weight of that old familiar bitterness.

Alchemy…

Alchemy has always obsessed some of the biggest geniuses in history,

for all of these individuals set out to find the famous philosopher's stone!

The… the philosopher's stone?

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

The problem is, Gónzalez doesn't know a thing.

He really doesn't.

Then come to the front and teach the class yourself, Rojas.

All right. All right.

Staying on course is necessary.

- Hmm? - Enough, José Arcadio.

If you're gonna talk, at least say something useful.

Thank you, sweetheart.

Thank you both.

All right, come here.

What's the matter?

What's wrong?

Aureliano,

you've been married for months now.

What do you think's wrong with her?

Are we giving Aureliano José a sibling?

Could you two knit a white one?

Of course we don't know the sex yet,

but I would love for the baby's aunts to make their first gift.

The love that Aureliano and Remedios inspired

in both their families was so deep,

that the moment she announced she was expecting a child,

even Rebeca and Amaranta declared a truce.

But you made a promise, sir! We're talking about the house of the Lord.

Father, sir, maybe if the Lord had paid us what he owes us,

we'd be finished by now.

How am I supposed to collect the tithe if I can't open the church?

- The money will come from the tithe. - From the what?

- You're gonna pay us with the tithe? - With the tithe. Yes of course!

- Father, sir. Don't worry… - How long have they been at it?

One month.

Seems like they ran out of money.

- God can punish without a rod or a whip. - Let's fit the tiles.

Take your time.

I don't want things falling on my head.

Father…

Run away with me.

And where would we go?

Everything I have is right here.

- What happened? - Nothing.

It's all good, Mrs. Úrsula.

Hmm.

♪ Kyrie eleison… ♪

Not having collected enough to even pay for the doors…

♪ Kyrie… ♪

…Nicanor went through the town with a little bell,

summoning people to an open-air mass.

♪ Kyrie… ♪

Many went out of curiosity. Some did so out of nostalgia.

♪ Kyrie… ♪

Others went because they did not want God to take their disdain

for his intermediary as a personal insult.

Now you will all witness the Lord's

irrefutable and extraordinary proof of power and strength.

The boy who had been helping him handed him a cup.

It was full of thick chocolate,

which he drank without taking a pause to breathe.

Is this happening?

- It's magic. - I can't believe what I'm seeing.

No one doubted the divine nature of the demonstration…

except for José Arcadio Buendía.

It's quite simple.

He discovered the fourth state of matter.

No.

- Hmm. - This proves God's existence beyond doubt.

You cannot fool me

with your magic tricks.

Until I see God in a daguerreotype,

I won't believe in your artifices.

What did he say?

What is he saying?

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

And so, they discovered

that the devilish jargon José Arcadio had been speaking was Latin.

Uh, Mrs. Buendía, might I have a word with you?

Why don't you go lay down? Your body needs rest.

I just wanted to share something with you.

As you may have noticed, I've done everything in my power

to bring faith into the homes of Macondo.

Mm.

But at this pace, with the donations we have,

I won't finish this church in three years.

At best, I'll finish it in ten.

So I wanted to ask you if you could, perhaps, help me

by speaking to your fellow neighbors--

It's best if we don't burden Úrsula with that responsibility, Father.

God knows things happen when they need to happen.

- Ah, amen. - Hmm.

- Amen. - Either way, what's the rush? Huh?

- I'll see you later. - See you later, ma'am.

You're driving my kids crazy.

Now they want me to buy them some chemistry books.

That right?

Yes. Congratulations on your job.

- Thank you. - Come on.

Without knowing the secret of his parentage,

Pilar Ternera became just as irresistible of an obsession for him

as she'd been for his father.

He would look for her,

and would find her by the trail of her smell of smoke,

not knowing exactly how to approach her.

Another one?

Thank you.

Here.

Matilde!

Are we not friends anymore or what?

- That's what I've been wondering. - Hmm.

Uh, you haven't come to the house in a while.

The truth is, I barely have time after the incident with José Arcadio.

- Mm. I can imagine. - Hmm.

We all miss him a lot, that's for certain.

Hmm.

You know, the other day, he was speaking to Father Nicanor.

If it hadn't been for him,

we wouldn't have any idea what he's been saying.

Now he spends all day just chatting away,

like he used to with you.

He's a fine man, that Nicanor.

What, exactly, are you trying to say, Úrsula?

Sometimes I feel like your closeness to the Moscotes

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

Unfortunately, José Arcadio is tied up to a tree.

Now I have to look after my family.

My memory's unimpaired, Gerineldo.

That's how I know the two of you left

right in the middle of my son Aureliano's wedding.

And I also know that the Moscotes

are the only ones who have been to the house

since José Arcadio abandoned us all.

It was nice to see you.

Excuse me.

I've never understood…

the point of competition between two adversaries

who share the same principles.

Hmm.

How could they possibly

tie you to a tree?

It's quite simple.

I'm crazy, Father.

Concerned about his own faith,

the priest never came to see him again.

Just one spoonful at least, my darling.

You mustn't starve that child inside of you.

Hmm?

Hmm.

Mrs. Buendía.

With or without stained glass, with or without bells,

Rebeca needs to be standing at the altar at the end of the month.

Are we clear, Nicanor?

My love, good morning.

Write to your mom.

We're getting married within the month, with or without her.

Amaranta had shaken with fear waiting for that moment.

Ooh.

Oh, steady. Steady.

There you go.

What do you think? Boy or girl?

I don't know, but we're expecting two, not one.

How would you know that though?

The same way I knew before Rebeca arrived,

that she would soon step through our front door with frightened eyes.

Think I'm lying? Ask Mother. She'll tell you about it.

Miguel!

Where were you?

- With Carlos. We're making this. - What?

Come here.

Honey, what is that?

- I don't know. It feels funny. - What happened?

It's good to see you.

Pilar!

Principal.

May I have a quick word?

- Oh, is Miguel in trouble? - No, no. Of course not.

- Mind watching him for a moment? - Yes.

Tell me.

After you.

No! No, no, no, no! José! Uh… No!

- No! Arcadio, no! - Uh-huh.

No!

José, no! No!

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

Don't act stupid. Huh?

Everybody in town knows you're a whore.

Not here. Not here.

- Mm. - Not here! Not now!

My son's outside. He could hear us. Arcadio.

Arcadio, no! Arcadio!

Mm.

I'll return.

I'll return tonight. You'll see.

Just leave the door open and the lights off.

- Yeah? You sure? - Yes?

What'd be the point in lying to you, Arcadio?

Hmm?

Wait for me here tonight.

Miguel! Let's go.

He stayed up all night, waiting for her,

listening to the agitated crickets of the endless dawn,

growing more and more convinced that he had been deceived.

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

because she did not smell of smoke.

She was a virgin,

and her name was Santa Sofía de la Piedad.

Pilar Ternera had paid her fifty pesos,

half of her life savings,

to do what she was doing.

Arcadio had seen her many times,

but had never noticed her

because she had the rare virtue of never existing completely,

except at the right time.

But from that day on,

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

"…blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners."

"Lead not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."

"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee."

"Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus."

What?

Oh my…

Help! Reme! Reme, breathe!

Breathe!

Somebody help us!

Somebody get a doctor!

Mother!

Breathe, Remedios! Breathe! Look at me!

Look at me! I'm right here! I'm right here, my love! My love?

My love, my love!

No, no. Look at me. Don't go to sleep.

Don't go to sleep. Don't go to sleep.

My love! Don't go to sleep, my darling!

Don't go to sleep!

Remedios died, poisoned by an infection in her blood,

with a set of twins in her womb.

Today, more than ever,

given the terrible circumstances that bring us together…

I give thanks to God

for His infinite wisdom and love…

for He has opened for us, just in time…

…the doors of His temple, of His house,

so we can leave

pain

and the weight of this tragedy here.

Amaranta had begged with such fervor

for something horrible to happen,

so that she would not have to poison Rebeca.

She felt guilty for the death of Remedios

and adopted Aureliano José as the son that would keep her company

in her eternal solitude.

Úrsula ordered a mourning period

of closed doors and windows.

And she forbade talking aloud for an entire year.

When the mourning had gone on long enough

for the cross-stitching sessions to resume,

a gush of wind blew the doors open at 2:00 in the afternoon.

It can't be.

No, it can't be. No! No!

It was José Arcadio.

He had returned as poor as he had left,

and even his father, under the solitary of the chestnut tree,

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

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ