The official version…
repeated 1,000 times throughout the country
by every means of communication the government had at its disposal,
eventually prevailed.
There were no deaths.
Later on, historians would enshrine these lies
in all school textbooks.
José Arcadio Segundo didn't know where he had jumped off,
but he knew that by walking in the opposite direction of the train,
he'd reach Macondo.
Let me go. I didn't say anything. Let me go!
Let me go. My family had nothing to do with it.
Louder!
Nothing! Let me go!
Give me names!
We know there are more people.
Who else was involved in the strike? Talk! People might be talking.
Talk!
Talk, you bastard!
Stop there! Freeze!
We've got a live one.
Commander!
He can't get out. Shoot him!
Help! They're going to kill me!
Quickly!
-Open up! -Let's go.
Open up, goddammit!
Open up right now, goddammit!
I am José Arcadio Segundo Buendía.
I am José Arcadio Segundo.
To convince himself he was alive, he said his full name.
Letter by letter.
What happened to you?
There were 3,000 of us.
We were at the train station.
They shot us. They're dumping the bodies in the sea.
Men, women, children. There were 3,000 of us.
There have been no deaths, José Arcadio.
Since the time of your uncle, the colonel, nothing has happened in Macondo.
ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE
Hey! Where are you going?
I'm going to United to see my brother.
The banana company is closed.
I know, but I have a family matter with him.
Didn't you hear me?
Until the rain stops, no one will be at the company.
Go home.
Tell me if anyone has seen my daughter.
-Hello, Captain. -Hi, Captain.
-Silence, please! In order! -I already told you the truth.
-Calm down! -Hello, Captain.
One at a time, please!
They're here to ask about family who didn't return home last night.
-No one tells us anything. -It's been five days.
-…is his name. -What's going on?
-My brother too, in the company. -One at a time!
-Captain. -Speak, ma'am.
It's not normal for my husband to be gone for so long.
What can I say, ma'am?
It wouldn't be the first or last time
a man gets lost with another woman for a weekend.
-Have some respect! -Don't talk to her like that.
Why don't you say what's going on?
There was a shooting yesterday.
I haven't heard from my son since then.
A shooting?
Yes, there was a shooting in the afternoon.
-Yes, at the station. -That must've been a dream.
Nothing happened in Macondo.
Nothing is happening, and nothing ever will.
This is a happy town.
Sir, do you need something?
Hey! Nothing happened here. Go home, everyone.
Go home? Why won't they tell us the truth?
Get going!
Son.
Is my brother here?
I haven't seen him since he left the house.
Maybe now that everything with the banana company is solved,
he might come back.
Did something happen?
No.
I just thought I might find him here.
I also heard on the radio that everything's calmed down.
Let me know if you hear anything.
Is that Amaranta Úrsula?
Unaware of the town's unease,
Fernanda made the final turn of the screws in her plan
to erase any trace of Meme from her memory.
Dear son,
it fills me with pride that you're about to receive minor orders.
Your chaste, virtuous, and loving sister Renata
passed away in the peace of the Lord due to the black vomit.
I held her in my arms as she died,
and her beautiful soul was elevated to the glory of God.
We mourn her loss day and night.
Your sister was a saint.
Pray for her soul.
Amaranta Úrsula already ate.
How would you know, Fernanda?
You haven't come out all morning.
If she ate, it was when I fed her.
Well, that would be a first.
Fernanda, enough.
Take advantage of Aureliano being here.
Let him take care of her.
Give this to the mailman.
Remind your great-grandson that he has a son in Rome.
He needs money.
It's true that you could spend more time with the little girl.
Come back here, son.
Amaranta Úrsula isn't the only one who needs you close by.
After the curfew,
the soldiers would break down doors with their rifle butts…
Move, union shit!
-No! -I had nothing to do with it.
…drag suspects out of their beds…
and take them on a one-way trip.
Freeze, you dog! Freeze!
Shut up! Be quiet!
Oh my God. Son, what happened to you?
Don't open the door. They're looking for me and will kill me.
-They'll kill me. -What?
What happened?
They threw them into the sea.
There were over 200 railcars.
Men, women, and children.
They killed them.
They're going to kill me.
Don't let them in. They're going to kill me.
-They're going to kill me! -What's going on?
Lock yourself in your room.
Open up! It's the national army!
Open up!
Good evening. How can I help you?
Come on.
Come on. Search the whole house.
This way.
-Another one this way. Come on. -Sir.
Don't leave a single corner unchecked. Let's go!
What do you need?
What's going on?
Mama Úrsula, don't leave your room.
-Check upstairs! Let's go. -Cover the second floor.
If you tell me what you're looking for, I can help you.
Do you know what we're looking for?
No, sir.
Your brother.
We haven't heard from him in three weeks.
He hasn't been here.
You can search whatever you want.
There's the storage room and the barn.
If you want to check there, go ahead.
What's in there?
No one's been in there for a century.
Open it.
-I have to find the key. -What are you waiting for?
The soldier's gaze lingered on the spot
where Aureliano Segundo and Santa Sofía de la Piedad
were seeing José Arcadio Segundo.
That's when he realized…
he was looking at him without seeing him.
It's true. No one has been in here for centuries.
There must be snakes.
What's in here?
It's a workshop.
Open it.
Can I keep it?
Colonel Aureliano Buendía was one of our best men.
It's yours.
Let's go!
-He's not here! Let's go! -Yes, Captain.
-Let's go! -Yes, sir.
-Let's go! -Come on, guys! Let's go!
Let's go!
Come on! Let's go!
Months later, it was still raining.
The military had already left…
and the events that would deal Macondo its death blow
began to take shape.
Let's go. They say a train is leaving.
What's going on?
I don't know where it's going, but we have to leave.
Come in.
Why didn't you ever reply to our letters?
What letters?
The mailman hasn't come for months.
The convent is not a good place for a boy.
Renata couldn't even breastfeed him.
Renata hasn't had any children.
What happened to that girl, Fernanda?
She was so happy when she studied with us.
What do you want? A handout?
I don't have time for this.
I'd hoped you'd take him.
But I could talk to your husband instead.
Leave it.
I'll say I found the basket floating in a river.
If they believed the Holy Scriptures, why wouldn't they believe me?
In Melquiades's room,
protected by the supernatural light…
by the sound of the rain…
by the feeling of being invisible,
José Arcadio Segundo found the peace
that he had never found in his entire life.
Brother.
There were 3,000 of us, Aureliano.
I'm sure there were more than 3,000 of us at the train station.
Bernardino was there. I was with Bernardino.
The only fear that persisted…
from that dawn when he witnessed Moncada's execution
was being buried alive.
Tell me again.
Swear you won't bury me alive.
Thank you, Mom.
Gavilán was there with Bernardino too.
We were all there.
Men, women, and children.
They shot us all.
They were shooting at us from above.
People fell on top of me.
I haven't made this up.
I was there.
Bernardino was there.
They threw us all into the sea.
Your brother is not the first to lose his mind.
It's the destiny of the Buendías.
And it's my fault.
And your great-grandfather's.
Please give this to the mailman.
José Arcadio needs money.
The mailman hasn't come in a year, Fernanda.
They said the railcars were derailed because of the rain.
Or have you forgotten?
Yes, of course.
Go talk to her, son.
It's time to settle your business.
Are you okay?
How can I be okay living like this?
I was raised to be a queen.
Queen of what?
You're not a queen. You'll never be a queen.
Why do you keep writing letters
when you know the mail hasn't worked for over a year?
Remember when I went to your house?
You all were eating shit!
Your bastard of a father!
My father was a saint!
Unlike you,
you lazy, idolatrous libertine.
On the other hand, I've broken my back saving this house.
There's so much to do from dawn to dusk.
I go to bed with my eyes full of dust,
and no one has ever said, "Good morning, Fernanda."
"How did you sleep, Fernanda?"
But of course.
How could I expect that from a family that has always seen me as a nuisance?
Like the rag to take the pot off the fire, like the puppet painted on the wall.
Calling me a sanctimonious hypocrite, a lizard!
Even Amaranta, may she rest in peace, once said out loud
I was the kind of person who'd confuse their rectum with a hole in the ground.
Good Lord!
But I accepted everything with resignation
for the Holy Father's intentions.
Even when they said the misfortune of this family
came from opening the doors to ungrateful Bogotá trash.
And they were referring to none other than me.
Me!
The goddaughter of the Duke of Alba.
The only mortal in this town of bastards
who doesn't get overwhelmed by a 16-piece cutlery set.
A lady of such high lineage with the right to sign
with 11 peninsular surnames.
Eleven!
And the only one on the coast who can boast
of having relieved herself in golden chamber pots,
for Colonel Aureliano Buendía to have the audacity to ask me,
with his Masonic bile,
if I didn't shit crap, but Peruvian lilies!
Are you going to say anything?
Coward.
The only mistake I've made in my life…
is inviting you into this house.
Go back to your mistress.
Get out!
For over five years…
the sky basically came crashing down.
The atmosphere was so humid
that fish could have swum in through doors and out through windows,
navigating the air of the bedrooms.
Here, let me see.
At this rate, we'll end up devoured by the beasts.
But you'll see.
The day it stops raining…
I'll wake up dead.
Hide.
Why is the door open, bastard?
What were you doing?
Before you go to sleep, do you want me to tell you a story?
I told good stories today.
Are you sure?
Okay, fine.
No stories today.
Let's get to sleep.
All right. See you tomorrow.
I love you.
Dad.
Who is Bastard?
Bastard?
Hello.
What's your name?
How did you get in here?
Don't worry. Nothing will happen to you.
I just took care of him.
Renata sent him over with a nun a while ago.
He's your grandson.
I said nothing so as not to bother you.
No one needs to know that indigent abused our daughter.
If you give him your last name,
no one will ask questions.
Crazy bitch.
You're not allowed anywhere near the children.
Is that clear?
For Fernanda, it was a relief.
She had long since measured the magnitude of her pride,
but she couldn't find a way to fix it.
The more she thought about a solution,
the less rational they seemed.
Úrsula instinctively recognized the high cheekbones,
the look of wonder, and the solitary air of the Aurelianos.
For better or for worse,
you are also an Aureliano.
Years went by, and it still hadn't stopped raining.
Come on!
Give them to me!
-Give them to me! -Come on!
For many years,
the pirate Francis Drake sailed the seas.
And after a long time…
they say that someone found the pirate galleon
stranded in a swamp on the other side of the world.
Inside the galleon
was a treasure, hidden in this very house,
and to this day,
Mama Úrsula refuses to say where it's kept.
Do you know who made that discovery?
Your great-great-grandfather José Arcadio Buendía,
on one of his first expeditions after founding Macondo.
-And do you know what else he discovered? -What?
Sir Francis Drake's full armor,
thanks to a giant magnet that his buddy Melquíades sold him.
Will you take us there someday?
Of course. It's the first thing we'll do as soon as it stops raining.
And is Macondo like Brussels, Dad?
It's more beautiful.
In the main square,
there's a giant tree, bigger than any building.
Building?
The parties go on until dawn
and last for several days.
You'll see what I mean.
We're going to catch it! Cannibal!
Cannibal. We're going to catch the cannibal!
Cannibal.
There were 3,000 of us.
There were men, women, and children.
There were children.
If only you could see yourself, Mama Úrsula.
You're looking rather beautiful.
Isn't that right, Aureliano?
Yes, very beautiful.
Children.
I need to tell you something.
The Buendías cannot marry each other.
I've been watching you.
I'm being serious.
Listen to me.
You can't marry each other…
because your children would be born
with a pig's tail.
What are you doing?
Look what you did to Mama Úrsula.
-Get out of here. -Let's go.
Get out!
The cannibal is going to attack you.
Amaranta Úrsula, Aureliano, it's time to eat!
Look at what they did to you, Mama Úrsula.
Am I beautiful?
Always.
You've always been beautiful.
Always.
Thus,
at two in the afternoon, the world was lit up by a foolish sun,
reddish and rough like brick dust…
and almost as cool as water.
It didn't rain again for ten years.
You almost didn't get up, woman.
I had a very strange dream.
It wouldn't stop raining.
Mama Úrsula.
Leave that there. Help me get this animal out.
Forgive me.
Aureliano Segundo watched helplessly
as the deluge mercilessly wiped out
what was once considered the greatest and most solid fortune in Macondo…
leaving behind only a stench.
Sleep tight.
It's no longer time for such things.
How much will the Turks give us for this?
Excuse me?
No one uses this thing.
Why should we keep it?
Besides, Amaranta Úrsula has to leave, and I'm broke because of the rain.
But where would she go, Aureliano?
I found a school for girls in Brussels.
When would she leave?
When I get the money.
Can Aureliano come with me?
No, my love.
It's a school for young ladies.
But he and I will be waiting for all the letters you'll write us
about all the wonderful things you'll do over there.
And if you're good, we'll visit you on vacation.
Boy.
Come here.
Come. I'm going to show you something.
What is it?
I don't know.
No one knows what language it's in.
Maybe you can decipher it
while you wait for Amaranta Úrsula to come back.
So far,
I've recognized 30 letters that repeat.
Characters. They're characters, not letters.
They're characters. Characters.
Is that why you were locked up here?
That's why I have been locked up here.
And because I'm thinking about something I can't afford to forget.
What can't you forget?
That the national army…
massacred 3,000 workers who were cornered at the station.
This is not made up. This is real. This happened.
And why did they do that?
I have a lot to tell you.
A lot.
Aureliano Segundo awoke at midnight
feeling as if he were being strangled from within by crab pincers.
Are you okay?
It cost me a bit of money,
but if Divine Providence is with you,
you can win a beautiful clavichord brought from Europe
for just a few pesos.
Tormented by the fear of dying without sending Amaranta Úrsula to Brussels,
Aureliano Segundo worked like he had never done before.
What is always in front of you, but you can never see?
The future.
Look, buy this number.
It's from Divine Providence and only comes out once every 100 years.
How many do you want? Two?
Very well. And you? Three.
And at midnight,
he tried to console with sermons of good luck
the lonely women crying by the jukeboxes.
You look like you like the good stuff.
Are you still mad at me?
So how are we going to live together?
I told you I wouldn't leave you alone.
Petra is getting a bed to put in our house.
If you want, we can go there tomorrow.
Come on, boy. Say something. Yes or no?
Yes.
Yes?
What happened here?
Pack your things. I'll come for you tomorrow.
I'm going to miss you a lot, Grandma.
Thank you.
Amaranta Úrsula and little Aureliano
would remember their childhood as a happy time.
Okay, let's go.
Let's go.
All right, let's go.
Let's go. Come on. Okay.
She'll be back.
You're dying.
I have to fulfill my promise.
Don't worry.
I'll take care of your grandson.
You don't owe me anything.
Go in peace, Aureliano.
Did you hear me?
Go in peace.
Come in.
Do you never sleep?
Did you come to say goodbye to the madman of the house?
Promise me you'll never forget what I told you.
Help!
For the love of God, help!
Do something.
Do something!
On August 9th, they died at the same time…
becoming identical again in death…
as they had been in adolescence.
With great sorrow,
she kept her promise.
Don't fear death.
Suffering only exists in life.
Santa Sofía de la Piedad was never heard from again.
She planted the evangelical seeds of Remedios the Beauty in the family.
She dedicated her life to raising children
who barely remembered they were her children and grandchildren.
She cared for Aureliano Babilonia as if he were her own…
Forgive me.
…without knowing she was his great-grandmother.
Find your own path.
No one will ever know you existed.
Bastard.
Subtitle translation by: Alison Woods