Love In The Time Of Cholera
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Ah, little scoundrel.
There you are.
You are a bad boy.
Come on.
Hop on.
Like you always do.
Holy sacraments!
You'll kill yourself!
Only God knows how much
I loved you.
- Someone has died.
- Huh-uh.
- It's Pentecost.
- No no, it must be a very big fish
if they are ringing
the cathedral bells.
Florentino, lay down.
Let's do it again.
Please?
Tolling like that must
be for a governor at least.
Or...
What?
What is it?
America, you must
go back to college.
My driver will take you.
There is something I have to do.
My deepest
sympathy.
Your father
was a saint.
- My condolences.
- I'm so sorry.
We would still
have cholera
if it had not
been for him.
My sympathies,
Mrs. Urbino.
Let's go, Mom.
- See you all later, gentlemen.
- See you later.
Mama, I'll stay
if you want me to.
Fermina, I have waited
for this opportunity
for 51 years,
nine months
and four days.
That is how long
I have loved you,
from the first moment
I cast eyes on you until now.
I repeat
to you once again
my vow
of eternal fidelity
and everlasting love.
Florentino Ariza...
get out of here!
Get out!
And don't show your face again for
the years of life that are left to you.
And I hope there are
very few of them.
Florentino Ariza!
Florentino!
Ah!
- That's not a telegram, Carlos.
- Come on, come on.
Deliver this, please,
Old house,
Park of Evangels.
New in town,
a rough diamond.
Owns mules,
lots of mules.
Thank you, Lotario.
Thank you.
Yes yes, I'm coming.
I'm coming.
Last time you charged me
that's double what I paid for this
whole abbey cloister... what?!
Senor Lorenzo Daza.
Yes.
Oh, good news.
Good news!
No reply.
Look at the shape
of the letter.
Not "U" but "A."
M-me...
M-m... me...
mis...
mist...
mistook...
Senor, Senor!
Tak... mistook...
mistake-taken...
Good.
Good.
Very good.
Mistook, mistake,
mistaken.
- What do you want?
- Look, I didn't do anything.
Don't you greet
your mother?
Florentino,
have you eaten?
Have you eaten?
"Fermina Daza,
for I have learned
that is your majestic
immortal name.
I write
this very short note
in order
to let you know...
that I love you."
- You haven't been to bed.
- Shh!
- Are you ill?
- No.
You are so pale, my son.
Are you sure?
- I'm not ill.
- Let me feel your head.
Let me feel your head.
What are you writing,
a book?
No, a letter.
All these pages,
and they're just one letter.
But what kind of a letter?
Holy Mother.
It is a love letter.
Oh, my son,
who is she?
Her name is...
Fermina Daza.
They're new in town.
Her mother is dead.
Her father owns mules.
And, Mama, I have discovered
the reason for my existence.
Don't talk such
nonsense, my son.
That's it!
Come on, come on,
come on.
Does Fermina Daza
return your love?
"I've discovered..."
I don't know.
We haven't spoken.
That's why I'm writing
the letter.
If I can find the opportunity,
I'll give it to her,
but she's always
with her aunt.
Then you must
win over the aunt, not the girl.
It's him!
It is the telegram boy.
Walk on.
Eh-hh.
- Let me stand next to her.
- No!
Senorita Daza,
all I ask is that you accept
a letter from me.
- Not now.
- When?
Afterwards.
Corpus Christi.
- Corpus Christi.
- Amen.
Welcome, Fernando!
Papa, I'm going
to wish
Mother Superior
a happy Christmas.
This is the greatest moment
in my life.
Give it to me.
It was very long.
I made it shorter.
Wait!
It's a flower
of promising.
Go.
And don't see me again
until you hear from me.
My Holy Mother.
My Holy Mother.
It is cholera, my son.
It is cholera.
- No, Mama.
- My son!
I gave her the letter.
Now I must wait
for her reply.
Yeah.
Then enjoy your pain.
Take advantage of it now
while you are young.
And suffer, my son,
suffer all you can,
because these things don't
last your whole life.
May she answer soon.
She won't.
Florentino!
Florentino!
What the hell
you are doing?
It's not an American ship,
it's British.
It's the mail from Liverpool.
British.
Come here.
What is wrong with you?
This isn't love.
It's madness.
Give me, give me.
Up up up up.
No, wait wait.
Fly now, go.
What is wrong
with you?
You need to take
your mind off her.
Come with me
to the whorehouse if...
Yes?
Oh, how much is it
to send a telegram
to the village
of Piedras de Moler?
- Piedras de Moler?
- Uh-huh.
Uh... let me see.
It's...
it's not on our list.
You don't... you don't
send telegrams to Piedras de Moler?
- No.
- Th... then...
good day to you.
Senorita!
"Dear Florentino Ariza...
I am sorry that I have
made you wait so long
for my reply.
I ask your forgiveness.
Please, write to me
again soon."
"Crowned goddess, I enclose
what I know is
a worthless memento.
I also write this verse
in honor of my love for you."
Now that spring is here,
thoughts of you fill me with life.
I will love you forever.
Forever."
Shh-hhh.
Shhh.
- It's him.
- Of course it's him.
- Senorita Escolastica?
- Shhh.
Senorita Escolastica,
please turn apart so I can talk
privately to the young lady.
I have something important
to ask her.
What impertinence!
There's nothing that has to do with her
that I cannot hear.
Then I will not
say anything.
But I warn you,
you will be responsible
for the consequences.
- Fermina Daza.
- I am here.
We've written
too many letters
and too much time
has passed.
So now...
crowned goddess,
I make this vow.
I swear to you
my eternal fidelity
and everlasting love,
and I ask in all humility
to do me the great honor
of marrying me.
You...
you must give me time.
Fermina, say yes!
Fermina, I may not be married,
but I know about love.
Even if you're
dying of fear,
even if you are sorry later,
because whatever you do,
you will be sorry
all the rest of your life if you say no.
Believe me, I know
what I'm talking about.
Yes, very well.
I will marry you
if you... if you promise
not to make me eat
eggplant.
Who is he?
Who is he?
Who is he?
Who is this
Florentino Ariza?
Huh?
And Mother Superior
says that you write letters to him?
And you... you!
You are to blame.
No!
Aunt!
No!
No!
Daughter, daughter,
listen to your father.
Listen to your father.
Everything I do,
I do it because...
because I...
okay, I'll try.
I'll try, but...
but I have to... I have to ex...
I have to explain myself.
I have to explain myself.
It's difficult because I'm a plain man.
But ever since
your mother died,
you've been...
you've been...
a daughter...
a daughter is a jewel.
Is a jewel. I'm...
I'm... I'm a rough diamond, but you're...
you're...
you're the... the crown.
And I don't... I don't...
I don't work for me.
We didn't come here for me.
We came here for you.
For you!
But you don't know how...
just how beautiful you are.
You-you-you...
you're... you're...
you're much too beautiful
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