Months after Arcadio's execution,
Colonel Aureliano Buendía was taken prisoner
when he was just about to reach the western border.
Of the 21 men who followed him into war, only one survived,
Colonel Gerineldo Márquez.
-What happened to your hand? -It's just a burn.
Your son Aureliano José is huge.
Aureliano.
-Where's our son? -Where is he?
-Aureliano! -Back!
Go home, Mom!
Ask for permission from the authorities to come visit me in jail.
Aureliano!
Long live Colonel Buendía!
Long live Coronel Buendía!
Aureliano!
That's enough of this nonsense!
There's nothing to see here, damn it! Everyone go home!
Colonel Aureliano Buendía would be sentenced in Macondo
as a lesson to the town.
ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE
I need to see Colonel Aureliano Buendía. He's my son. Let me in.
-Captain! I'm telling you to let me in. -Let her in.
I've come to see my son,
Colonel Aureliano Buendía.
Ma'am,
did you mean "Mister" Buendía?
Whatever you say.
As long as I can see him.
We are waiting for the government to confirm the sentence against him.
What sentence?
A death sentence.
In the meantime, the order is solitary confinement.
I'm still going to go in.
So you can just shoot me if that's the order.
See her in.
I haven't told you that we named Arcadio's eldest daughter Remedios.
He asked for her to be named Úrsula,
but that name brings a lot of suffering.
No, you didn't tell me that.
But I already knew.
You were born with your eyes wide open…
looking at everything…
with a fearless curiosity.
I haven't forgotten.
Nor have I forgotten your sad look…
when I returned without your brother…
after having left you and Amaranta.
That look still hurts.
I feel like I've already lived all this…
but I can't see my death.
It feels like the premonitions abandoned me.
I have something for you too.
These are the poems that I wrote to Remedios.
Promise me…
that you'll burn them.
I don't want anyone to read them.
Let's go, ma'am.
Don't say goodbye.
Don't plead to anyone or humiliate yourself because of me.
This is war.
Instead, pretend like they executed me a while ago.
How are you tonight, Captain?
Good evening.
Sir,
we're not looking for trouble.
My officials and I just want a drink
and to have a good time.
No one wants to sleep with someone who's been sentenced to death.
It's bad luck.
The rebels will be the condemned.
Maybe.
But everyone is saying
that the soldier who executes Colonel Aureliano Buendía
and all the other soldiers in his squad, one
by one…
will be murdered, no matter what.
Sooner or later.
Even if they go to the end of the world to hide.
Look.
I have nothing against the colonel.
In fact, I admire his bravery,
but if the government gives the order,
we have to carry it out.
It's our duty.
Pray…
that the order never comes, Captain.
Excuse me, Captain.
Already?
Gerineldo Márquez…
you've been sentenced to seven years in prison.
You and I are not so lucky.
They sentenced you to death for rebelling.
The telegraph orders the execution to be immediate.
That is good news.
We finally have a telegraph in Macondo.
He did not feel fear or nostalgia
but intestinal rage at the idea that this artificial death
would not let him see so many things that he had left unfinished.
Any last words, Colonel Buendía?
As he faced the firing squad,
Colonel Aureliano Buendía
was to remember that distant afternoon
when his father took him to discover ice.
He saw himself again, as a small child,
in short pants, wearing a tie around his neck.
And he thought of José Arcadio Buendía,
who, at that moment, was thinking about him
under the dreary dawn of the chestnut tree.
Soldiers.
Ready.
Aim.
Don't shoot.
Soldiers,
lower your weapons.
You were sent by Divine Providence.
Release him!
I'm at your command, Colonel Buendía.
Welcome to the revolution, Carnicero.
Now you are Divine Providence.
Somebody had to save your skin.
Don't get yourself killed again.
I won't go after you.
No one knew about his intervention to halt the execution.
Captain Roque Carnicero and his men left with Colonel Aureliano Buendía
to join Colonel Victoriano Medina's Revolutionary Forces.
One year after Colonel Aureliano Buendía's escape,
the house was full of children.
Úrsula had taken in Santa Sofía de la Piedad
and her eldest daughter, Remedios…
Don't do that.
…and a pair of twins who had been born five months after Arcadio had been shot.
They were named Aureliano Segundo and José Arcadio Segundo.
"Sa-tur-day."
"Sa-thur-day."
-Try it again. -"Sa…"
Amaranta took care of them all.
Listen to this.
"After years of confrontations,
the government will meet with Liberal politicians for the first time
to discuss the terms of a possible truce."
You saw it coming, José Arcadio.
You didn't need a premonition to know that politics is a plague.
And the rest?
My sons are fighting with the Liberal forces, sir.
With your brother, Colonel Buendía.
So what?
It's just that
we're alone, and we aren't able to harvest all of this.
Give us more time, please.
Tell them to quit shooting
and come back to work.
Does it hurt?
Yes.
Aunt,
can I stay with you tonight?
Aureliano José, you have to get used to sleeping alone.
It's the last time. I promise.
Fine.
Tired of living among the dead,
José Arcadio and Rebeca went to live in the house Arcadio had built.
They made it their home,
loving each other without asking permission.
Again, three times three?
Three times three is
nine.
Rebeca stated that she didn't know anything about it.
It was a difficult story to believe,
but there was no other more plausible,
and no one could think of any motive for Rebeca to murder
the man who had made her happy.
That was perhaps the only mystery that was never cleared up in Macondo.
Rebeca closed the doors of her house and buried herself alive…
covered with a thick crust of disdain
that no earthly temptation was ever able to break.
Colonel, they are waiting for us.
Are you all right?
I was thinking about my brother.
I've dreamt of him for two nights, and now I know why.
We have called upon the leaders in the region
to support the Liberal Party on a crucial day for our country!
The Conservative government has opened the doors to dialogue,
and we must answer that call.
What we should do is shoot them!
-That's right! -Let's keep fighting!
Gentlemen!
There is only one way to put an end to this war.
-By reaching agreements. -And what agreements are they?
Whatever agreements are necessary. The first one is to go to the capital--
For example, to start,
Liberal representation in the Congress of the Republic
and in other governmental positions.
That is what you want!
The future of Colombia is at stake, gentlemen.
To get to these types of negotiations, we must stop fighting.
We're not going to stop fighting, damn it!
That's not it.
What is at stake…
is the dignity of our people.
And that is nonnegotiable.
If you sign an armistice,
we can also ask for regional representation
for you.
Colonel.
Here, Colonel.
We will sign…
when you have more to offer the people.
In the meantime, we will continue our efforts.
That's right.
For supporting the Liberal rebellion…
Move back, ma'am.
…the national government sentences you to death!
Ready!
Aim!
Long live the Liberal Party!
That was how the legend of Colonel Aureliano Buendía began.
Long live Coronel Buendía!
HUICÁN TOWN HALL
Over the years, the colonel was able to arm more than a thousand men
and declared war against the government.
Long live the revolution.
Colonel.
I stumbled first.
Then she responded with revenge and made me suffer. A lot.
It's not like that.
I've only been with women I've genuinely liked.
It's never any other way, man.
This is how they thank us for our sacrifices on the battlefield.
WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE
If the Liberals are going to bow down to those Conservative sons of bitches…
then we're going to go after them too.
-Excuse me, Colonel. -Come in.
Do you want to kill me, son of a bitch?
Another war began right there.
Here you are.
Colonel Aureliano Buendía's men proclaimed him
chief of the Revolutionary Forces of the Caribbean with the rank of general.
He assumed the position but refused the promotion
and took the stand that he would never accept it
as long as the Conservative regime was in power.
Colonel.
Colonel Aureliano Buendía.
General José Raquel Moncada.
All politicians are the same shit, Moncada.
The only difference is that the Liberals go to mass at 5:00,
and the Conservatives go to mass at 8:00.
That's true.
That's why this war… makes no sense.
The other Liberal leaders are negotiating with the government.
And they're going to sign, Aureliano.
They're tired.
It's been over ten years.
We'll fight for ten more, or however long it takes
for the people to decide their fate.
We're tired of them deciding for us.
We both know that you're fighting
to get vindication for what your party did to you.
That too.
I don't deny that.
The Liberal leaders must once again recognize us as a legitimate army.
We aren't a bunch of outlaws.
Then stop attacking innocent people, Aureliano.
You're starting to make a few enemies.
Why are you here, Moncada?
Did they send you to bribe me or to threaten me?
No one sent me to do anything.
I came to say goodbye because I'm leaving the front.
They named me the civil and military chief of Macondo.
I'm going to take care of your people.
I promise.
You're one of the most decent men I know, José Raquel.
But despite that…
you're still a Conservative.
Breakfast is ready.
Aureliano Segundo, José Arcadio Segundo!
The twins were so similar and mischievous
that not even their family could tell them apart.
-Good morning, Granny. -Good morning, Granny.
Good morning. Sit over there, Aureliano Segundo.
Aureliano José.
Aureliano José!
Aureliano José, tall like his father, was already a grown man.
Yes, Granny?
Go get Remedios and your aunt Amaranta.
Breakfast is going to get cold.
Aureliano José felt a strange trembling
at the sight of the splendid breasts with their brown nipples.
He kept on examining her,
discovering the miracle of her intimacy inch by inch,
and he felt his skin tingle as he contemplated.
Good evening.
Mrs. Úrsula Iguarán de Buendía?
-Yes. -Allow me to introduce myself.
I am General José Raquel Moncada. At your service.
What do you need?
I have been named the new civil and military chief of Macondo,
and it would be a great honor for me
if you would show me around your town.
The soldiers have done a lot of damage to Macondo, General.
Both the reds and the blues.
I know.
My mission is to take care of this town, no matter the colors.
I made that promise to Colonel Buendía.
You spoke with my son?
Yes.
I met with him before coming here.
Has he been captured?
No, he's with his men, leading the rebel army.
We're enemies.
Personal enemies.
But we share a common enemy that's even stronger.
Injustice.
Injustice changes its face according to interests, General.
Words are as empty now
as they were during the times of the insomnia plague.
Mrs. Úrsula,
I respect your son,
and I will treat Macondo with that same respect.
You have my word.
I hope so, General.
Macondo cannot give you any more dead men for this war.
Have a nice evening.
-You scared me. -Forgive me.
Amaranta?
The candles.
I'm coming. I'll bring them to you.
Easy. She didn't notice.
Not today.
But if we continue like this, she will.
Mom, here they are.
While Colonel Aureliano Buendía
was sneaking about through the narrow trails of permanent subversion,
General Moncada replaced the soldiers with unarmed policemen
and created an atmosphere of confidence
that made people think of the war as an absurd nightmare of the past.
No banner should be above human dignity.
That is why everyone in Macondo must have the same rights.
The same opportunities.
That's what its founders always wanted.
And the first step… to making that a reality
is to guarantee public education.
Therefore, starting today,
this space will once again serve its original purpose.
I have to confess I didn't think that you'd keep your promise
or that I would live to see Macondo like it was during José Arcadio's time.
What was that like, ma'am?
There were no sides
or soldiers.
We didn't know what fear was,
and people painted their houses whatever color they wanted.
Well, I'm glad to hear that we're on the right track.
Yes.
Is there any news about Aureliano?
No.
I just hope he's considering laying down his arms.
Men get used to war.
Then they can't find a way out of it.
I'm your aunt.
What we're doing is terrible.
No, it's not. It's beautiful.
Get out.
Can't you see what we're doing?
It's a sin.
Leave me alone, please.
Is that what you really want?
Tell me to leave again, and I'll go.
I want you to go as far away as possible.
In that case, may they kill me in the trenches.
I prefer that to your coldness.
Where's your grandfather?
He's back there.
He's been like that all morning.
We just received a letter.
It's from Aureliano.
He's getting premonitions again.
We come from water.
ÚRSULA, MOM, TAKE GREAT CARE OF DAD
BECAUSE HE IS GOING TO DIE. AURELIANO B.
Despite his undiminished strength,
José Arcadio Buendía was in no condition to resist.
That colossal old man, beaten by sun and rain,
was indifferent to everything.
You shall see that their fates
will also be entwined.
Try to get some sleep.
This afternoon is so beautiful.
Cool.
Wait, my love.
I'm not sleepy yet.
José Arcadio Buendía consoled himself with the dream of the infinite rooms.
He dreamed that he was getting out of bed,
opening the door, and going into another room.
My boy.
Melquiades.
My old friend.
And then into another,
as in a gallery of mirrors,
until he found a descendant in one,
Aureliano Babilonia,
reading, many years later,
in Melquiades's manuscripts,
the very moment he was living.
Prudencio.
A light rain of tiny yellow flowers fell
on the town all through the night in a silent storm.
They covered the roofs and blocked the doors.
So many flowers fell that they had to clear the streets with shovels
so that the funeral procession could pass by.
Years after the death of his father,
one October first,
Colonel Aureliano Buendía
returned to Macondo with a thousand well-armed men,
and the garrison received the order to resist until the end.
Ladies and gentlemen. Go back to your homes!
Defend yourselves! They're already here! Look alive!
Let's go. To the front. Bring that cannon to the front!
Very good.
José Raquel!
José Raquel, what's going on?
Aureliano.
He and his army arrived at dawn.
What are you going to do?
If they attack us,
we'll fight back.
Bring the machine gun here! To the front as well.
-Everything ready? -I don't know which of you is dumber.
PUBLIC SCHOOL
Úrsula felt as if her son were a stranger.
His face had acquired a metallic hardness,
and he showed the first symptoms of resistance to nostalgia.
Aureliano.
Mother.
Are you going to attack Macondo?
That's absurd.
There is no other way.
We must topple the government.
Aureliano, dear God.
We haven't been at such peace in a long time.
Nobody went back to talking about politics in town.
Don't do this, son.
I'll give Moncada the option to surrender.
That's more than enough.
You are the leader of these outlaws,
and you can choose not to bring war to Macondo again!
Do you know how many years I've been waiting
to take back Macondo for our cause?
I don't.
But what I do know
is that you still have time to do the right thing.
ARMED WE WILL ACHIEVE VICTORY
…deceased.
God the Son, Redeemer of the world, have mercy on the souls of the departed.
Thou who holdest the keys of death and of hell,
we beseech thee…
Redeemer of the world,
have mercy on the souls of the faithful departed.
Holy Trinity, one God,
God, the Father of heaven,
have mercy on the souls of the departed.
Thou who holdest the keys of death and of hell…
we beseech thee.
We didn't escape it, José Arcadio Buendía.
We ended up creating a monster.
Attack!
BASED ON THE NOVEL BY GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ
Subtitle translation by: Alison Woods