One Hundred Years of Solitude (Cien años de soledad)

At that prodigious instant,

Melquiades' final keys were revealed to Aureliano Babilonia.

He saw the epigraph of the parchments perfectly placed

in the order of man's time and space.

The first of the line is tied to a tree,

and the last is being eaten by ants.

ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE

At the center of the chalk circle only he could enter,

Colonel Aureliano Buendía decided with brief and unappealable orders

the fate of the world.

- Colonel? - Hmm?

There are some women outside that wanna talk to you.

Well, let 'em wait.

This is a peaceful protest!

- Aureliano José? - Yes, sir?

Where are my tweezers?

Release General Moncada! Release General Moncada!

Release General Moncada! Release General Moncada!

Release General Moncada!

Release General Moncada!

Release General Moncada!

Moncada is innocent! Set him free!

Release him!

Ladies,

you are all violating curfew.

Go home already.

You've taken back Macondo, Aureliano.

Why is that not enough for you?

If you've got something else that you'd like to say,

then file a formal petition with the Council of War.

Good afternoon.

You can talk down to us all you want.

But don't you forget, Aureliano,

that as long as God keeps me on this earth, I'm your mother.

And no matter how revolutionary you are,

I can still pull down your pants and give you a proper whipping

if I have to!

Release General Moncada!

Release General Moncada! Release General Moncada!

- Release General Moncada! - Right.

Release General Moncada!

Release General Moncada!

Stop pushing me!

Hey, stop pushing, ladies!

- Release him! - Stop it!

Is your fear of death so great

that you can't even speak to a man who's been condemned to it?

Release him right now!

Ma'am, stop resisting, or we're gonna arrest you too!

You monster!

That's enough! That's enough! Everybody go home!

That's right.

Look me in the eyes before you take my life.

Make no mistake, José Raquel,

I did not sentence you.

The revolution sentenced you.

Go to hell, Aureliano.

You know as well as I do that these war councils are a farce.

Hmm. Let me ask you this.

Wouldn't you have done the same thing in my place?

Probably.

Yeah.

But this isn't about my execution.

The thing that really concerns me

is that, for how much you say you despise the military,

you've become just like them.

- Hmm. - Mm.

Citizens of Macondo!

A curfew is in place across town.

No one is allowed to go outside.

Where are you going at this hour?

There will be no exceptions!

To see the execution.

Didn't you hear? There's curfew.

Do you want to come?

- Why would you wanna see that? -

That's how our father died.

José Arcadio Segundo and Aureliano Segundo

looked like a trick of mirrors.

They were so much alike

that not even Santa Sofía de la Piedad, their mother, could tell them apart.

Soldiers!

Ready!

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Aim!

- Fire! -

- -

- He's alive! He's alive. - Soldiers, take him away!

- Hey, stop him! - He's still alive!

It's the colonel's nephew.

He's still alive!

- Grab him! - You're gonna bury him alive!

- Come on. - Murderer!

Restrain him!

Stop moving!

- Take him away! - Stop!

- He's alive! He's alive! - Let's go. Come on.

Murderers!

You're gonna bury him alive!

He's still alive!

You're all murderers!

The death of General Moncada

made such an impression on José Arcadio Segundo

that from then on, he detested war,

and he decided to take refuge in the town church.

We are gathered here today

to pay tribute to a great man,

whom God has called back to his kingdom this morning.

General José Raquel Moncada.

God didn't call him, Father.

He was murdered by those god-forsaken Liberals.

- That's right. - The colonel killed him!

The colonel's a murderer!

He's a murderer!

Silence, all of you!

We are still in the house of God,

not in some public square.

Meanwhile, while lost in a book he'd found,

Aureliano Segundo instantly recognized Melquiades.

Hello, young man.

The old gypsy was a memory

that had been passed down from generation to generation

and had reached him through his grandfather.

What is this?

From then on, they met every afternoon.

Melquiades spoke to him of the world.

He tried to impress upon him his old wisdom

but refused to translate the manuscripts,

for their meaning was not to be understood

until a hundred years had passed.

Sir, could you help me? Of course. What do you need?

May I please have five of these?

You wouldn't believe how much they've grown.

See you both tomorrow, then?

We'll be there nice and early so we can discuss.

- Mm-hmm. - See you.

"And it is my honor to continue to strengthen the ties

that make us proud to belong to this corner of the world."

Who writes this bullshit?

You put sugar in this?

Father, what's wrong?

Hey, what is it?

- Help! - What is it? What happened?

- Breathe, breathe! - Medic!

- Breathe! - Colonel, what's wrong?

- We need a medic! - Colonel!

Mama Úrsula, Aureliano's been poisoned!

Santa Sofía, fetch me a basket of eggs and vinegar and two sprigs of dill.

Leave me alone with my son.

Why are you still standing there?

- Come on. - Let's go.

Remedios the Beauty had wandered naked through the house

for 20 years…

Go put some clothes on.

…because her nature would not accept any form of convention.

Aureliano José, forgive her.

She won't stop. It's a bad habit.

It's not a habit, Mama. It's too hot.

How's your father?

Grandma's still with him.

They gave him enough strychnine to put a horse down,

but Úrsula says he'll survive.

Amen. I can get your room ready if you'd like to spend the night.