02x08 - It Rained for Four Years, Eleven Months and Two Days

[bunniefuu]

[insects chittering]

[gramophone crackling]

[flies buzzing]

[melancholy piano music playing]

"Dah…"

[narrator] For more than 15 years,
Aureliano Babilonia endured

the tyrannical yoke
of Fernanda del Carpio.

Confined to Melquiades' laboratory,
which he left only to eat,

he learned by heart
the fantastic legends of the unbound book.

[Aureliano II] A round of applause
for Fernanda del Carpio!

[applause]

[narrator] He memorized
the studies of Hermann the cr*pple,

the secrets of the philosopher's stone,

the Centuries of Nostradamus,
and his investigations into the plague…

[mother whispers]
And you'll be queen one day.

[melancholy piano music continues]

[narrator] …until he reached
his adolescence,

knowing nothing of the age
in which he lived,

but armed with the essential knowledge
of a medieval man.

[Aureliano] This word, "dharma,"

is also in the Ramcharitmanas,
which is in Hindi.

[narrator] He seemed
to be talking to himself.

But actually,

he was talking to Melquiades.

That's right, my dear Aureliano.

Now tell me, my boy.

What language is it written in?

Do you know what this is, Melquiades?

You still have time to learn it.

But not too much time.

Then you will be able
to decipher the manuscript,

finally discover your origin.

[melancholy piano music continues]

In the alley,

where in the days of the banana company

they'd tell people's fortunes,

there is a wise Catalan
who owns a bookstore

in the Alley of the Future.

Alley of the Future.

[Melquiades] You'll find
a Sanskrit primer there.

It'll be between Jerusalem Delivered
and Milton's poems,

on the far right side…

of the second shelf of the bookcases.

[Aureliano] On the second shelf…

[owl hoots]

[music fades]

Melquiades.

Melquiades.

[glass shatters in distance]

[crying in distance]

[crying continues]

[electrical crackling]

[footsteps approaching]

[wind whistling]

Let me clean your wound.

-[sobs]
-It's gonna be all right.

[sobbing continues]

[drawer opens, closes]

It's all right.

[Fernanda whimpering]

It's the roses from the wreaths.

I forget to remove the thorns sometimes.

My great-grandma,

Renata…

she was queen.

And now,

thanks to you…

I'll be the queen of Madagascar.

And our children,

we will have two.

She will be the queen of Belgium.

And he…

He will be the king

of the whole Church.

Fernanda, I'm gonna carry you.

Don't be scared.

[intriguing music playing]

[Fernanda] Hmm.

I - AURELIANO AND FERNANDA

[music fades]

[Fernanda] Mm…

[narrator] Aureliano Babilonia,

who had entered Fernanda's room
only a handful of times in his life,

was seized
by an unexpected burst of boldness

and thus managed to see
Amaranta Úrsula once more.

[Amaranta Úrsula] Dear mother,
it fills me with great joy to tell you

that I will be extending my studies
in Belgium.

Though I'm excited,

it's hard knowing that, once again,
I'll be away for so long

and that Macondo will--

What are you doing?

You know that you're forbidden
to enter my bedroom.

Get out!

b*stard.

You should have never been born.

[lively piano music playing]

[narrator] There was no shortage of food
in the house.

Every Wednesday,
a basket of goods arrived.

Fernanda never knew
that they came from Petra Cotes,

who believed that her continued charity

was a way of humiliating the person
who had humiliated her.

Aureliano performed
all of the kitchen duties.

And even under the circumstances,

Aureliano and Fernanda
did not share their solitude.

[Fernanda] I've given that dirty rat
everything, and now he steals from me.

I should have slammed the door
in that nun's face.

Worst mistake I ever made in my life.

Worse than having married
an uncultured idiot.

[lively piano music continues]

A wise Catalan.

[narrator] Aureliano lacked the tools
to decipher the manuscripts,

so he decided to ask Fernanda

to let him go in search of the book
Melquiades had told him about.

He was so certain
that he would be given permission

that Aureliano cut his hair,

shaved his tangled beard,

and put on a pair of tight trousers

despite not knowing
who he'd inherited them from.

[ceremonial music playing]

[sighs]

There's simply no way
for this wretch to understand

the salad fork doesn't go
with the table knife.

Or that the red wine
does not pair with the chicken.

[somber ethereal music playing]

-Ma'am.
-[both gasp]

Forgive me.

-I didn't mean to scare you.
-I…

I am no Conservative spy, you hear me?

Please, calm down.

No.

I had nothing to do
with the attack on your life, Colonel.

-No.
-Absolutely nothing, all right?

-Fernanda, calm down.
-Don't come any closer!

Please. It's all right, Fernanda.

-I said don't come any closer!
-Please drop the knife!

That is an order, got that?

Fernanda, it's me!

-[Fernanda grunts]
-[music fades]

Where did you get that uniform?

What do you want?

I, uh, wanted to ask for permission
to go to town to buy some books.

I'd rather drop dead

than have Macondo
ever learn of the existence

of the Buendía Family b*stard.

I won't tell anyone. No one will know.

I swear.

Such insolence.

After everything I've given that ingrate.

[reverential music playing]

[Fernanda] My beloved son,

I'm counting the days until you return.

I have readied the house
to receive you with the highest honors.

Soon, you will be here,

and we will be a happy family again.

Before long, we will bask
in the riches of our reign together.

[narrator] Entranced in her own
monarchical gestures,

she had transformed the royal garments
into a machine of memory.

She felt so old and spent,

so far removed
from the best years of her life,

that she found herself longing
for those she'd considered her worst.

As the years ravaged her,

the need to indulge her sorrow
became a vice.

[music fades]

[narrator] Aureliano granted himself
the permission Fernanda had denied him.

The truth was

he could have escaped a thousand times
over the years and returned unnoticed.

But the long captivity
and the uncertainty of the world

had parched the seeds of rebellion
in his heart.

-[lively music playing in distance]
-[metallic clattering]

[fireworks exploding in distance]

[indistinct chattering]

Alley of the Future, wise Catalan.

Next to Milton's poems.

[narrator] He walked the 11 blocks
between the house and the alley

without stopping once.

Nothing that he saw interested him,

perhaps because
he had no memories to compare.

[cheerful music playing]

[laughter]

[fireworks exploding in distance]

[tango music playing]

[man 1] That vicious circle thing
is false.

[men laugh]

-[man 2] For sure.
-[man 1 whistles]

[man 1] Hey, look, this drunk
must've confused the bookstore

with the Golden Child brothel.

[men laugh]

Why is he dressed like that?

Because today
is the last day of the Carnival,

and the tradition is to bury a colonel.

-They still do that sh*t?
-That's right.

[man 3] Listen, listen, to me
for a moment.

The world will have gone to hell
the day men travel first class

and literature goes in the freight car.

-[man 2] That's true.
-[man 3] Right?

[man 1] No, no, no. Listen to this.

As I was telling you,
Oedipus' vicious cycle is a lie.

That sly fellow
was well aware of what he was doing

when he slept with his mother.

[man 2] You're right!

[man 4] There is no human act,
from the most sublime to the most abject,

that does not contain a piece of poetry.

[man 1 laughs]
Well, all right, all right. All right.

But what about Rabelais? Huh?
He was an idiot.

I don't think there's only 480 ways
to touch your own a*s.

You must be insane.

Isaac the Blind was the last man
to read these novels,

so you might wanna think about that.

Here, take them.

[man 1] These were the streets of Paris
where that rascal…

What's this?

…we need to ask his ghost
what he was thinking when…

[man 2] Let's drink.
Rabelais can go f*ck himself.

[man 1] Go f*ck yourself!

[men laugh]

[tango music continues]

[door chime rings]

-[tropical music playing]
-[indistinct chattering]

[woman] Out, goddammit! Hey, you!
Yes, you! You heard me, you little punk.

I know who you are!
Get out of here, right now!

[boys laugh]

-[woman] Get out of here!
-[boy 1] f*ck you, lady!

-[boys laughing]
-[dog barking]

[boy 2] Look at this guy.

[tense music playing]

[boy imitating dog barking]

Where are you going, Colonel?

I'm looking for my house.
The Buendía house.

-Let's have dinner, Colonel.
-Please.

Not the books. Please. No, no, no.

[laughter]

What else you got, Colonel? What else?

Hey, that's mine. Let go!

[laughter]

Please!

No! Please! No! Hey!

Stop!

-[boys clamoring]
-Stop!

I have nothing! I swear!

I have nothing!

[Aureliano panting]

Thought you weren't
carrying anything, Colonel.

Bad, bad Colonel.

Thought you weren't carrying anything!

You're a liar!

[unsettling music playing]

-You think it's gold?
-[Aureliano] Give it back.

No way. Let's go to the brothel
and see if they'll take it as payment.

-Let's go.
-[boys chuckle]

[Aureliano grunts, coughs]

That's what you get for lying.

Come on, come on, come on. Come on.

Piece of sh*t, Colonel.

[boys laughing]

[unsettling music continues]

[echoes] Get some sleep, honey.

You're safe here.

[music fades]

[Cuban jazz music playing]

Thank you for taking me in, sir.

You can thank my granddaughter.

She's the one who found you
out on the street.

You slept for 18 hours straight,
young man.

You must be starving.

I should head back home.

Sir…

Thank you.

This looks just like the fish
that Colonel Buendía used to make.

[breathing heavily]

[unsettling music playing]

[insects chittering]

[owl hooting]

[wind whistling]

[gentle music playing]

[Aureliano] "With love and respect,
Amaranta Úrsula."

-[Amaranta]You'd find it outrageous.
-"You'd find it outrageous."

"Europeans are
nothing like people from Macondo."

[chuckles]

"I understand that this decision
may cause you concern,

but I want you to know I am well."

[Amaranta Úrsula] I don't understand
why I never get letters from Aureliano.

-I miss Macondo…
-"I miss Macondo."

[both] …but Brussels makes me feel alive.

Tell the cannibal caveman
that I miss the days

when we'd hunt for scorpions.

[Amaranta Úrsula] Tell me about the house,
about Macondo,

about that little cannibal, Aureliano.

I never hear from him.

I miss Macondo during these long winters.

The house, the cannibal,

please tell him I remember him

and that I think of him
whenever I stroll through Brussels.

"Remember him and that I think of him
whenever I stroll through Brussels."

"I stand firm on what…"

-I miss you both more than ever.
-…I miss you both more than ever."

-[knocking at door]
-[music fades]

[bell ringing]

[narrator] It was impossible
to conceive of a man more like his mother.

[intriguing music playing]

Bring them in.

II - AURELIANO AND JOSÉ ARCADIO

[music fades]

[narrator] Aureliano had vaporized mercury
to preserve the body

according to Melquiades' formula.

[footsteps approaching]

[narrator] And four months later,
when José Arcadio arrived,

he found her intact.

[in Latin] Eternal rest grant unto her,
O Lord.

And let perpetual light shine upon her.

[in English] When exactly did she pass?

A few months ago.

My mother spoke of you.

Leave me alone with her.

[opera music playing]

[in Latin] Forgive, I pray, O Lord,

the soul of your servant,

so that, released from the bonds of death,

she may come to eternal life.

Lord, have mercy. Christ, have mercy.

May she rest in peace, grant her, O Lord.

And let perpetual light
shine upon her for eternity.

[in English] Amen.

[grunts]

b*stard, come here.

[music fades]

I get up at 5:15, and I want my breakfast
on the table at 6:00,

right after my morning prayers.

[inhales sharply]

[exhales]

[José Arcadio] b*stard.

I like them warm, in their shell.

And I don't know
what the hell this disgusting juice is.

I said I wanted
freshly squeezed orange juice.

Well, if you like your eggs warm,
then you can cook them.

And there were no oranges in the basket,
so start getting used to guava juice.

That's all we have.

[in Italian] f*cking b*stard.
My mother told me you were incorrigible.

You are the incorrigible one.
You can't even wipe your own a*s.

[in English] I also speak German, Spanish,
and French. My Latin's better than yours.

I don't know what the hell you said
when you buried your mother.

That's not even the way
Christians do funerals.

[triumphant orchestral music playing]

[door slams]

[loud clattering]

[José Arcadio shouting indistinctly]

[José Arcadio screams]

-[José Arcadio screams]
-[music stops]

-Where are you hiding the gold? Hmm?
-What gold?

-The gold my mother promised!
-What are you talking about?

"You will be here,
and we will be a happy family again."

"Before long, we will bask
in the riches of our reign together."

-Where is it? Huh?
-Your mother was crazy. There's nothing.

Mama Úrsula supposedly had
a hidden treasure,

but nobody ever found it.

And all that's left
are the colonel's little fish.

-Where?
-In the workshop.

[grunts]

I don't know what I was thinking,
coming back to this place

in the middle of nowhere!

[clattering]

["Let's Dance" by David Bowie playing]

[narrator] For years,
José Arcadio had entertained his mother

with the endless lies
of his pontifical pursuits.

He'd abandoned the seminary
as soon as he set foot in Rome,

but continued to feed the legend
of theology and canon law to her

so as not to endanger
the fabulous inheritance

that his mother's delirious letters
spoke of.

["Let's Dance" continues]

[music fades]

[narrator] As a child,
José Arcadio would break into a cold sweat

beneath the icy gaze
of the tattletale saints.

[José Arcadio humming]

[narrator] It was a useless t*rture,

since he already feared the stories
that surrounded him.

Women in the house
bearing children with tails of pigs,

fighting c*ck
that led to men k*lling one another,

burdening their conscience with remorse,

reckless ventures
that ended only in madness…

[laughing]

…and, in short,

everything God had created
in his infinite goodness

that the devil had corrupted.

Hey. How are we supposed to survive?

All we have is candy and booze.

[José Arcadio laughs]

Who needs food?

We have the blood of the sacrament here.

You… You need to go out
and buy some real food.

My mother told me
you were forbidden to go outside

because Macondo should never know of
the Buendía b*stard.

But now, I wear the crown in this house,

so I grant you the permission to go out,
my son of mine.

[head rattling]

-[José Arcadio laughing]
-[loud clatter]

Take this.

Bring more food and more wine.

No, I'm not going anywhere. You go.

Hmm?

Fine.

If you don't wanna go,

then I invite you to join me
in destroying all these relics.

Go ahead, drink.

Come on.

Drink.

[both moaning]

[José Arcadio laughs]

Or what, you wanna tell me you like
how all these degenerates judge us

with their eerie
and malevolently painted eyes?

Hmm?

[laughs] No.

Come on, b*stard!

This one! Come here!

[José Arcadio grunting]

That's it.

Smash it! Come on, b*stard, go!

[lively Italian music playing]

[laughter continues]

[both] Two.

Three!

We must burn them. Burn them all!

[José Arcadio laughs]

[lively Italian music continues]

[music fades]

[narrator] Many times
during that feverish Roman August,

he awoke in the middle of the night

and saw Amaranta emerging
from a brocatelle marble fountain,

with her bandaged hand,

idealized by the longing of his exile.

[José Arcadio] Her name was Amaranta.

I loved her more than I loved my mother.

She'd spend hours
counting the spots on my skin.

She gave each one a name.

Amaranta Úrsula…

I love her more than my life.

She comes to me in my dreams.

Night after night.

We're gonna run out of wine, b*stard.

This is very serious.

Very serious.

We still have this, look.

But you have to come with me into town
for more wine.

Let's go.

[narrator] Aureliano was surprised
by how different José Arcadio was

from the image he had formed of him.

The closeness that grew
between the two lonely men

of the same blood
was far from a friendship…

There you go.

…but it allowed them to better endure
the unfathomable solitude

that both separated them and united them.

No one remembers us, b*stard.

-Look. Ma'am.
-No, wait.

Hey, hey, hey, ma'am. How are you?

We are José Arcadio and Aureliano Buendía.

Do you know who we are?

She doesn't know. God bless you.

And the Holy Spirit.

No one remembers the Buendías!

Do you remember? Hmm? Sir?

Macondo was founded
by José Arcadio Buendía!

He had two sons.

Aureliano, a legendary soldier,

and José Arcadio, a seafaring adventurer.

Cheers.

No one knows us.

What about you there?

Ladies!

Gentlemen!

This is José Arcadio, Your Holiness.

And I would love to introduce you all

to Aureliano, the spawn of sin, himself.

[laughs] From heaven to hell!

My father, Aureliano Segundo,
had a twin brother, José Arcadio,

and he brought the train, huh?

Hey, did you know that?

No one remembers us anymore.

No one does.

The Golden Child.

Come on.

THE GOLDEN CHILD

[mambo music playing]

-[grunts]
-[animals chittering]

[birds squawking]

MEN

[elephant trumpets]

[narrator] The Golden Child
was a zoological brothel

where the air had an innocent density,

as if it had just been invented,

and the beautiful mulatto women,

who hopelessly waited
among blood-colored petals,

knew trades of love
that man had left behind,

forgotten in the earthly paradise.

[Pilar] Hey, I know you.

You. You are José Arcadio.

And you… have the face of Aureliano.

The same gaze.

That is us, ma'am. Piacere.

[narrator]
In that greenhouse of illusions,

Pilar Ternera was a splendid
and taciturn old woman

that guarded the entrance.

Finally, someone recognized us.

-[chuckles] Salud!
-[Pilar laughs]

[Pilar] And I know why you are here.

You are both in love,

and you need to forget.

Nigromanta!

Nigromanta, darling, come here!

Help these boys out, will you?

Take care of them.

[Nigromanta] Of course, Mama.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Thank you.

-Thank you.
-Well, go ahead.

So did you read that book?

The book?

I thought you had left this dump.

José Arcadio. Piacere.

Gabriel García.

-Aureliano.
-Mm-hmm.

If this guy knows you,
that means you left the house before,

you lying, little b*stard.

I only left once, and it was
the worst experience of my life.

What other secrets are you keeping?

No other secrets, I swear, Your Holiness.

[Nigromanta] Hey, I know you.

[laughing]

When I found you on the street,
looking like some beaten old dog.

[José Arcadio] Salud!
To the beaten old dog.

Salud!

[José Arcadio laughing]

To the pleasure of seeing you again.

[elephant trumpets]

[birds squawking]

["Danza Negra" by Lucho Bermúdez playing]

Be careful. Don't squish it.

Don't you see that c*ck
are the oldest winged insect

on the face of the earth?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[narrator] Neither that afternoon,
nor in the days that followed,

did Aureliano return home.

[both laughing]

[Cuban jazz music playing]

[narrator] In the meantime,

José Arcadio brought the children
over to the house to play,

and they held parties
that lasted until dawn.

[laughter]

Gentlemen, don't forget
that Cervantes was a brute

and Shakespeare was a real b*stard!

-See ya.
-[man] Long live literature!

[all cheering]

[Cuban jazz music continues]

[glass shattering]

[man 1] Welcome to
Macondo's marvelous cinema.

Or at least what's left of it.

[man 2] The art of cinema
is subordinate to theater.

[Aureliano] That so?

[narrator] Aureliano continued to meet
with the four debaters every afternoon.

Álvaro, Germán, Alfonso, and Gabriel.

The first and last friends
he would ever have in his life.

[José Arcadio] Jump! Jump, ragazzi! Jump!

[narrator] José Arcadio turned the house
into a decadent paradise.

Deep into the night,

they could still be heard
chattering, singing, and dancing,

swimming like birds
soaring through a golden sky

of fragrant bubbles,

making the house look
like a boarding school without discipline.

[indistinct chattering, laughter]

[boy 2] Come on. Come on.

One, two, three!

[indistinct chattering]

[narrator] Although Aureliano shared
the same affection for all four friends,

Gabriel was the one
to whom he felt closest.

They say that Colonel Aureliano Buendía
would draw chalk circles around himself

that no one could walk over or enter.

[narrator] Their friendship was born

when he spoke of
Colonel Aureliano Buendía in passing.

Gabriel hadn't questioned his existence,

since the colonel had been comrade in arms
and an inseparable friend

to his great-grandfather,
Colonel Gerineldo Márquez.

[Cuban jazz music continues]

[screaming, laughing]

So you remember, then?

Three thousand of them.
Dumped into the sea.

That's right, young man.

[music fades]

[opera music playing]

[opera music continues]

[humming]

[humming continues]

[Aureliano] José Arcadio!

In here!

b*stard!

There really was a treasure, b*stard.

The only place I didn't think to look was
under Mama Úrsula's bed.

That's where my boys found it.

Hmm? [laughs]

[Aureliano] Those kids are dangerous.

No, they're not though.

Thanks to them, we're rich now.

We'll be able to remodel the house
however we want to. Hmm?

[chuckles] We'll be able to live
like kings now.

Come on.
I'll treat you to a feast, b*stard.

Drink this champagne. Here.

Salud!

To, uh… [chuckles]

To the Buendía family treasure.

-Here. Drink.
-Not now. I'm going to bed.

[José Arcadio laughs]

[José Arcadio humming]

[humming continues]

[opera music continues]

[music fades]

[loud clattering]

[metallic clattering]

-[ominous music playing]
-[screaming]

[both scream]

[boy pants] What the hell?
What the hell was that?

[boy 2] How should I know?

[boy 2 screams]

[mysterious ethereal music playing]

[music fades]

[narrator] In his exhausting insomnia,

he once again
measured the depth of his misfortune…

further highlighted as he made his rounds
through the darkened house

where the dead wandered after sundown.

Get up!

Get out of here, you f*ggots!

Go!

Get out.

f*ggots!

Get out of here!

Get out!

[boy 1] We'll be back!

-[boy 2] You'll be sorry for this!
-[boy 3] Screw you, José Arcadio!

[narrator] Enraged not so much
by the havoc

as by the disgust and pity
he felt for himself,

he kicked the boys out of the house
more harshly than he would have done

with a pack of coyotes.

[pensive string music playing]

[clattering]

[Aureliano] Where are the boys?

I kicked them out.

I was sick of 'em.

[inhales sharply]

I'm going to the square to get food.

Go to the pharmacy
and buy me some salts for my asthma.

I'm gonna take a bath.

Hey,

and get rum.

[narrator] He remained that way,
self-absorbed,

ruminating on the bitterness
of his equivocal pleasures.

[door opens, closes]

[pensive string music continues]

[indistinct chattering]

José Arcadio.

José Arcadio?

[music fades]

[owl hoots]

[muffled sounds]

[narrator] The four boys
had burst through the shingles.

It was so quick, methodical, and brutal

that it seemed like a military operation.

Only then… did Aureliano realize
how much he had begun to love him.

[opera music playing]

[music fades]

[lively jazz music playing]

Rise and shine, little cannibal.

You've been snoring since I got here.

What's it like to party in Macondo now?

Whoever destroys the house first
gets all the rum?

[laughing]

Uh-uh?

Cat got your tongue or what?

It's been so long.

[laughing]

[Aureliano chuckles]

Go take a bath. You smell like a wet dog.

Here.

I'll make us lunch.

III - AURELIANO AND AMARANTA ÚRSULA

[music fades]

Wine or juice?

Eh, juice.

Thanks.

You do speak.

I was beginning to think
you'd lost your tongue.

[Aureliano chuckles]

Tell me about my brother.

My mother spoke wonders of him,
but I never met him.

I guess he…

He was pretty sad, actually.

He lived in the past.

But he was a good man.

Generous.

In a lot of ways,
he was like Aureliano, your father.

[chuckles]

I thought you were happy in Belgium.

I was.

But every morning,
I woke up wishing I was here instead.

Are you going to stay in Macondo?

[man] Chérie!

[footsteps approaching]

[man] It's ready.

[Amaranta Úrsula] This is the cannibal.
He's like my little brother.

This is my husband.

He says he's gonna start
an airmail service.

Can you imagine airplanes in Macondo?

[laughing]

Gaston. Enchanté.

[lively piano music playing]

[sighs]

[Gaston] Chérie, what are you doing?

-It's impossible to k*ll all those ants.
-Ah, don't be like that.

Are you going to draw another beetle?

You know what I'm going to do? Hmm?

-You know what I'm going to do? Huh?
-[laughing]

I'll give you a hint.
It's not drawing another beetle!

[narrator] Although he was at least
15 years older than his wife,

his youthful pleasures,

his vigilant determination
to make her happy,

and his virtues as a good lover
made up for the difference.

[both moaning]

[moaning continues]

[sighs]

We gotta clear this area
and back behind the tree there.

Better earn our keep.
There are no lazy people in this house.

Those bags, let's--

[in French] Gentle lady.

[in English] Would you do me
the incredible honor

of accompanying me
to the beautiful city of Macondo?

[narrator] It was inconceivable
for a woman of such spirit

to have returned to a dead town…

It's beautiful, isn't it?

…depressed by dust and heat.

This is the street of the Turks.
Remember I told you about it?

There were flying carpets everywhere.

Oui, I remember.

Oh, and over there
was where Aureliano Triste sold ice.

-Really? Mm.
-Uh-huh.

[narrator] She spoke to Gaston
about Macondo

as the brightest and most peaceful town
in the world

and of an enormous house
perfumed with oregano,

where she wanted to grow old
with a loyal husband

and their two irrepressible boys
named Rodrigo and Gonzalo,

never Aureliano or José Arcadio,

and a daughter named Virginia,

never Remedios.

[Amaranta Úrsula] On your back.

-Like that.
-Ah, yes. Like this.

[Gaston laughs]

[lively music playing]

[narrator] Aureliano was still a virgin
when Amaranta Úrsula returned to Macondo.

[screaming in distance]

[narrator] Nigromanta took him to her bed,

and her fierce, hardened, soulless body
prepared to dispatch him

as if he were a frightened little boy.

[Nigromanta moans]

[narrator] But instead, she found a man
whose tremendous vigor

demanded her insides to readjust
in seismic proportions.

[knocking at door]

I thought you were dead or something.
You haven't come out in days.

I thought the sky was falling down.

Here.

Are the workers too noisy for you?

I'll tell them to leave.

There are worse noises in the house.

Amaranta, I'm trying to study.

What do you want?

Why didn't you ever respond to my letters?

I wrote you so many times,

but my mom told me
you wanted nothing to do with me,

so I stopped.

Do you hate me
for leaving you behind here with her?

I don't hate you.

So why won't you speak to me, then?

Because I need to study.

You're always studying.

What's this monstrous book about?

Well, I dunno.
That's what I'm trying to understand.

What for?
Aren't there other books you can read?

I already read them all.

[laughs]

You've read every single book
in the world?

[lively jazz music playing]

All the ones worth reading.

[narrator] Amaranta Úrsula
kept making occasional visits.

She'd stay there for a few minutes…

while her husband scrutinized the skies,

looking for the airplane
he intended to bring to Macondo.

By then, Gaston had dissected
every insect in the region

that could possibly be dissected.

Get out! Go look for your little airplane,
and take these with you!

I don't need more bugs
with all these ants!

It's just for a season.

It's not like there's anything exciting
happening in this shitty house anyway.

What did you say?

Shitty house?
You think my house is shitty?

It's shitty? Huh? That's what you said!

Amaranta, calm down!

S'il te plaît, please.

I don't understand
why you're so attached to Macondo.

It doesn't make any sense.

You're never gonna understand.

[Gaston] Amaranta!

Chérie.

Chérie.

Calm down. Please.

[moaning]

[group singing funeral song]

[narrator] She died
in her wicker rocking chair

on a night of celebration,

guarding the door to her paradise.

[woman sings in Spanish]
♪ Oh, my mother! ♪

♪ Oh, my mother! ♪

♪ My mom left to never come back! ♪

♪ Oh, my mother! ♪

♪ Oh, my mother! ♪

[women] ♪ Holy Mary, Mother of God ♪

♪ Pray for us sinners ♪

♪ Now and at the hour of our death, amen ♪

[woman] Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee…

[melancholy music playing]

[narrator] It was the end.

In Pilar Ternera's grave,

between psalms and wh*re trinkets,

the rubble of the past was rotting away.

[melancholy music continues]

What have you been doing?

Reading the same book until I decipher it.

This place has nothing left
to offer anyone.

I'm going to Paris.

Mercedes is there.

[in French] Okay.

[in English] As soon as you get there,

go to Henri Champion bookstore
in the Latin Quarter,

and mail me both Reynard the Fox
and The Song of Roland.

Liquor, s'il vous plaît.

That's all I need, my friend.

[chuckles] That's all you need.

[man] Listen up, everyone.

The Golden Child is closing.

The party is over.

[pensive ethereal music playing]

[man] See you around.

So long, Aureliano Buendía.

So long, Gabriel García.

Having friends is horrible.

[music fades]

[gasps] Ah!

[breathes deeply]

[Aureliano] What happened?

Nothing, I cut myself.

[Amaranta Úrsula laughs]

You're too mischievous
to be a good bat, you know?

Where were you?

Everybody's leaving Macondo.

Not everyone, little cannibal.

There, that's better.

[kissing]

Don't ever leave me again, Amaranta.

Aureliano, come on.

Don't leave me.

Every night I dream
that you whisper "Gaston" in my ear.

Idiot!

I'm getting on the first boat to Europe.

[door opens, closes]

[can clatters]

[muffled sounds]

[door opens]

[Gaston] Chérie.

Listen to this.

"We are ashamed to confirm
that the airplane was sent to Tanganyika

and delivered to the Makondo people,"
so on and so forth.

"But we are already working tirelessly
at organizing its voyage to Macondo,

in Latin America."

[laughing]

Why are you laughing?

Unbelievable.

[narrator] It was 4:30 in the afternoon

when Amaranta Úrsula
came out of the bathroom.

[Amaranta Úrsula] What are you doing?

Waiting for you to go to Belgium.

[typewriter clacking]

[Gaston speaking French]

[Gaston continue speaking French]

[in English] Get out.

[Gaston continues speaking French]

[Gaston continues speaking French]

[both moaning]

[sighs]

[narrator in English] The town had sunk
to such depths of inactivity

that the only things left
in the darkened shop windows

were headless mannequins.

[train whistle blows]

[Gaston in French] Stop!

[in English] Stop!

What the hell is going on?

Unbelievable!

[train whistle blaring]

[romantic jazz music playing]

[Amaranta Úrsula, Aureliano laughing]

[Amaranta Úrsula] Hurry up, cannibal.

[both laughing]

[narrator] In a Macondo forgotten
even by the birds,

where the dust and the heat had grown
so relentless that it was hard to breathe…

[both laughing]

…secluded by solitude and love in a house

where the clamor of the red ants
made it impossible to sleep,

Aureliano and Amaranta Úrsula
were the only joyful beings,

and the happiest on Earth.

[both laughing]

[narrator] In that paradise of ruin,

they lost all sense of reality

and surrendered themselves
to the worship of the flesh.

-[both moaning]
-[music fades]

[birds squawking]

[animals chittering]

[flies buzzing]

Good morning, cannibal.

So how did you sleep?

We're having a baby, Aureliano.

What?

When? How?

[chuckles]

What did you think would happen?

[Aureliano chuckles]

What's wrong?

"Don't let the Buendías marry each other,
or their children will be born

with a corkscrew pig's tail."

That's what Mama Úrsula said.

Yes, but you and I
are not brother and sister.

My mom called you a b*stard.

She found me floating in a basket.
That's what she told us.

We cannot have this child.

[bells ringing]

[train whistle blowing in distance]

[man] Soldiers!

Ready!

Aim!

[Úrsula] Release General Moncada!

[woman 2] You're all monsters!

[protestors chanting] Only eight hours!
Only eight hours! Only eight hours!

[man] Hey, Buendía!

You know, maybe that fighting c*ck
can finally do your wife a favor.

[José Arcadio II] You vultures!

You can keep your last minute
and go f*ck off!

[train whistle blowing]

Sorry, the church is closed.

I'm not here to pray.

That's good, my son.

God has abandoned this town.

I need to see the baptism records.

They were all eaten by the rats.

Please, Father.
I need to know who my parents are.

This is urgent.

What's your name, young man?

Aureliano Buendía.

Then don't let it trouble you.

You see, many years ago
there was a street here with that name.

It was customary for folks back then
to name their children

after places and streets.

So you don't believe it either.

What's that?

That Colonel Aureliano Buendía fought


That 3,000 workers
were gunned down by the military

and loaded into train cars and dumped
into the sea like forgotten bananas.

Oh, son.

I can't even be sure
that you and I exist in this moment.

[door closes]

[traditional French music playing]

[narrator] Aureliano and Amaranta Úrsula
accepted the basket story,

not because they believed it,

but because it eased their greatest fears.

Who would have guessed we'd end up
living like cavemen in this house?

[both laugh]

-[fluid splashes]
-[Amaranta Úrsula gasps]

[traditional French music continues]

[screaming in pain]

[screaming continues]

[Amaranta Úrsula breathing heavily]

[screaming continues]

[breathing heavily]

[screaming continues]

[screaming continues]

[screaming continues]

[panting]

[screaming continues]

[baby crying]

[Aureliano] Sh, sh. It's okay.

[baby crying]

-[Aureliano shushing]
-[Amaranta Úrsula laughs]

Hey there.

That's it.

He's a little cannibal caveman.

His name will be Rodrigo.

No, his name will be Aureliano.

And he will win 32 wars.

All right, then.

His name is Aureliano.

You should rest.

I've got him.

[reverential music playing]

[baby crying]

[Amaranta Úrsula] Don't worry.

We'll cut it off when he's older.

As long as he's able to talk.

[chuckles]

[chuckles]

-[baby crying]
-[exhales sharply]

[reverential music continues]

Amaranta, what's happening?

Don't worry, my love.

People like me aren't the type
to meet death against their will.

Wait.

Hang on, little guy.

Hang on. That's it.

Sh, sh, sh.

Sh, sh, sh.

[reverential music continues]

Amaranta. Amaranta.

[baby crying]

[Aureliano sobs]

-[music fades]
-[Aureliano sobs]

[screaming]

[grunting]

[sobbing]

[sighs]

[baby crying]

[Aureliano shushing]

[wind whistling]

[objects clattering]

[breathing echoes]

[wind howling]

[owl hooting echoes]

[narrator] 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.

[somber music playing]

[narrator] Aureliano had never been
more lucid in his life

than when he forgot the dead
and the grief they had left him with.

Melquiades had not ordered events
within the conventional time of mankind,

but had compressed a century of episodes

so that all of them might coexist
in a single instant.

He read them
without the slightest difficulty,

as if they had been written
in his native tongue.

He found the moment of his own conception
among scorpions and yellow butterflies,

and discovered
that Amaranta Úrsula was not his sister,

but his aunt.

[bell ringing]

[narrator] The warm wind began to blow,

laden with voices from the past

and sighs of disillusionments
older than the most stubborn nostalgias.

[somber music continues]

[somber music continues]

[narrator] Aureliano began to decipher
the very instant he was living…

prophesying himself.

Before he reached the final line,

he had already understood
that he would never leave that room,

for it had been foretold
that the city of mirrors or mirages,

would be swept away by the wind…

and banished from the memory of men

the moment he finished
deciphering the parchments,

and that everything written in them
was unrepeatable, now and forever…

because lineages condemned
to 100 years of solitude

were not granted
a second opportunity on Earth.

[music intensifies]

ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE

[melancholy ethereal music playing]

[music fades]