All language subtitles for Plunder.of.the.Sun.1953

And now your answer,
señior.

Do you realize you're
a guest of Mexico?

And still, you are willing to abuse our
hospitality with no explanation?

You are sure your
name is Al Colby?

Yes, I'm sure
my name is Al Colby.

Resident... San Francisco,
California.

Occupation...
insurance adjuster.

Who made a big mistake of trying
to collect a debt in Cuba.

- And your business in Oaxaca?
- I was a tourist.

Does the tourist usually leave a trail of
bodies throughout the country he visits?

I wouldn't know.

And who does this gun
belong to?

And, uh,
this one?

Good afternoon,
señores.

- How do you do, Mr. Carter?
- How do you do?

Mr. Colby, we're from
the United States Consul.

I understand that you've been refusing
to discuss your recent activities.

Perhaps you'd rather
talk to me about it first.

I have your permission,
señores?

- Naturally. You can talk as much as you desire.
- Thank you.

Suppose you start at the beginning,
when you first came here.

You'd better
if you want any help.

All right.

Well, the whole thing
started in Havana.

It seems like
a long time ago.

Actually, it was
only last week.

They say Havana
is the Paris of the New World.

But I was in no mood to appreciate the
scenery or the famous hotels.

And I was broke.

- Any mail for me?
- No!

And you've been here
five days.

Six if you count today.

I'll settle for the 12
and a half bucks you owe me.

Mañana, amigo.

The money. Now!

Maybe you didn't
hear what I said.

Mañana.

"Without him, it's
impossible to live.

"Without him,
I can't live.

"His kisses...

"I can never forget.

"And his laughter...

"will forever
torment me.

"It's useless...

"to try and resist.

Because without him, I can't
live."

Juan.

Un momentito,
Mr. Colby. It's coming.

- Is the boss around?
- No, no. He's someplace. He's someplace.

- Any mail for me?
- No. No mail.

Same old tired letter.
That's all.

I'm getting
a little tired myself.

- You don't suppose the boss might have lost it, do you?
- No, no.

We lost a lot of customers the other
day, but we never lost a letter.

Oh, too hot for me.
Hey, you want a drink?

- No. Thanks, Juan.
- Okay.

- What's so funny?
- Your face, Mr. Colby.

A small child
deprived of a toy.

It's not a toy.
It's a check.

How'd you know my name?

Well, I... I could not
help overhearing it.

Mmm? Then you'll understand why
I'm not offering you a drink.

Allow me
to offer you one.

- Juan.
- Senora?

The lady want you to have a drink with a big
kick... something good for your nerves.

- Not now.
- Okay.

There are other things
in Havana, Mr. Colby,

that are also good
for the nerves.

Have you been here long?

- Long enough.
- You don't like it?

Yeah, well, I guess I'm supposed to,
according to the travel folders, huh?

Gateway to the tropics. The turquoise
blue of the Caribbean.

Exotic scent of...

whatever flowers
have exotic scents.

Frangipani
and night-blooming jasmine.

You've been reading
the same guidebook.

That is about all.

I've been in Havana
for three months, and...

and I haven't been out
after dark.

And what did you do
before that?

Does it matter?

No. No, I guess not.

Oh, well, if you
have to know. My...

My husband is an invalid, and...
and he's very possessive.

But tonight, he is
out of the city, and...

Yeah. You know,
you're a very fast worker.

The trouble is you've got
the wrong man.

I mean, you got the right man.
It's the wrong time.

Oh.

Well, would it be so wrong if I were
to... to hire you as a guide?

What's wrong with the local
talent around here?

And have them think
I must hire escorts?

Mr. Colby, I've been under lock and
key for so long, and now...

And now, at last, I have a chance to
do all the things I thought of.

Cocktails at the National,
dinner at El Patio,

pelota at the Fronton.

- That's quite a program.
- Oh, I haven't even begun.

I would like to go dancing,

and I'd like to visit the cantinas
and see rumbas like...

like I've never
seen them before.

And then... then if
there is moonlight...

Oh, there's...
there's moonlight. There is.

A drive along the ocean.

You know, you're making it
sound better and better.

Then what?

¿Quién sabe?

You know something?
That "¿Quién sabe?"...

That-That's what
appeals to me most.

What did you say your name was?
You didn't...

- Anna Luz.
- Anna Luz.

No last name?
No.

Oh. I never thought I'd end up
a gigolo, but why not?

- When do we start?
- At once.

- We will go home first... so I can change my dress.
- Oh.

- That's the back door.
- I know.

This is very nice... if you
happen to be an Aztec mummy.

- These are Zapotec relics.
- Yeah?

Who's this,
your husband?

This is the great god
Tlaltecuhtli.

No wedding ring.
No marks of one.

Who are you?
What is this?

Look, whatever it is,
I'm not buying.

Ah, Mr. Colby.
I wouldn't be so sure.

Not until you've heard
my proposition.

I'll call you if I
need you, Anna Luz.

You may go too,
José.

You must excuse me for arranging
things this way, Mr. Colby.

But I find it
inconvenient to go out.

Maybe you can answer some questions
I was asking your wife...

or your daughter
or whoever she is.

Actually, Anna Luz
is merely my nurse.

It was my fault
she misled you.

I told her to persuade you to
come here at whatever cost.

I have a business
proposition for you.

I'm not interested.

I don't like the looks of
this place... or you.

- Would a thousand dollars alter your opinion of me?
- How did you know my name?

I inquired of my friend, the proprietor
of the bar you frequent.

He told me
that you were reliable.

I must confess he also told me
that you were short of money.

Look, will you just drop the pedigree stuff
and get down to business, Mr...

Berrien. Thomas Berrien.
Antiquarian.

I find your directness
refreshing.

So I will be equally direct.

A freighter, the Cinco de Mayo, leaves
Havana for Mexico tomorrow.

I want you to take a small
package on board for me.

On landing, you will
proceed immediately...

to the Hotel Del San Felipe
in the city of Oaxaca.

And there we will meet, and you
will hand me back the package.

Here are the tickets, a hundred
dollars and the package.

In Oaxaca, I will give you
the other $900.

- What's in the package?
- I am unable to tell you.

- Well, don't you know?
- Oh, yes, I know.

- Narcotics, huh?
- Nothing of that kind.

I will tell you this much. In
the package is an antique.

It was exported illegally from
Mexico and purchased by me.

I see. You want me
to smuggle it back.

- Then you can say you found it there.
- Exactly.

Well, why don't you
do it yourself?

I am too well known
in Mexico.

My baggage and my person
will be thoroughly searched.

But for you, an American tourist,
there will be no trouble.

It must be pretty valuable for you
to offer me a thousand dollars.

- Oh, who can say?
- And what happens if I'm caught?

It would be confiscated.

But you must not be caught, Mr. Colby.
You must not be caught!

It would mean the end of everything
I... Will you do it, sir?

Well, that's one way
to get home.

Splendid. I cannot
tell you how much I...

how much I...

Let me do it.

Can I do something?

- I'm sorry.
- I'll get the brandy.

These things happen
very often?

Too often. One of them
will kill me some day.

That is why I keep
my mind occupied...

with matters such as
we were just discussing.

I have your promise
to help me?

I said I would. There's
one thing though.

I'm gonna need an advance
of another hundred dollars.

There's a few debts I have to
clear up here in Havana.

My proposition
was $100, Mr. Colby.

And mine's 200. And in 10
seconds, it's gonna be 300.

Very well.
Another hundred dollars.

See you on board ship.
Yeah.

Oh, uh, how's about that
evening we were discussing?

That was not part
of the bargain, Mr. Colby.

- I'm sorry.
- All right. I'm sorry too.

Next morning, I traded the $200
for some traveler's checks,

paid my bills...

and found out that Berrien was
almost what he said he was.

I packed my suitcase...

and figured that the best way
to carry the package...

was to fasten it to my ribs
with some adhesive tape.

After that, I boarded
the freighter...

which was to take me
to Mexico as planned.

I was still short of breath when she limped
out of Havana at a fast eight knots.

Anna Luz...
if that was her name...

and my fat friend in the
wheelchair were aboard.

But nobody seemed especially
interested in me...

except for the silken
invitation to trouble...

who seemed to circle the deck in
search of shipboard trophies.

Raul.

Thank you.

You wouldn't like it.

Spoiled girl... too much dough.
Julie Barnes by name.

Pittsburgh steel,
third generation.

That gent with her
is Raul Cornejo,

on his way home from law
school in the States.

He stopped by Havana to do a little
rumba research with Miss Barnes.

Do you specialize in these
thumbnail biographies?

I had a drink with the purser
this morning.

Oh? What'd he have
on me?

Al Colby, San Francisco.
Period.

I'm Jefferson, an independent coffee
broker, among other things.

What do you say
to a drink, hmm?

Yeah, why not?

- Turns out to be a small world, eh, Thomas?
- Much too small.

Would you like me to jump
over the side, amigo?

That's too much
to expect.

Take me to my cabin.

- Who was your friend?
- His name is Berrien.

He seemed kind of
surprised to see you.

He should be.

It gave me a jolt...

to learn that Berrien and this character,
Jefferson, knew each other...

and apparently hated
each other's insides.

But that afternoon, I had
another surprise coming...

Anna Luz with Jefferson.

What was her game?

I like the English
even better.

"For my heart,
thy breast is enough.

For thy liberty,
my wings are enough."

Go on.

Who's that?

- Colby.
- Let him in.

Shut the door.

- It was very unwise of you to come here, Mr. Colby.
- I do a lot of unwise things.

- You haven't lost the package?
- No.

- You're sure?
- I'm sure.

Good. But you must be
very careful.

There is a man on board who
would do anything to get it.

- Jefferson?
- How did you know?

Your face
when you saw him.

- I am afraid of him.
- Why?

- He is a crook.
- Oh, really.

You know something? Down in the bar,
he said the same thing about you.

Huh.

- How much does she know about this?
- No more than you.

- Oh?
- What was she doing talking to him all afternoon?

- Hmm?
- Oh, didn't you know?

He asked me to have a
drink, and I refused.

How come you took 10 minutes
to turn him down?

That will do, Mr. Colby. Anna Luz
is answerable only to me.

This whole thing started out to be
a very simple proposition...

just like me putting a letter in
the corner post office box.

Now it appears somebody else
is interested in this thing.

- And you don't bother to tell me about it.
- I thought it best...

She spends all afternoon with this guy.
You don't tell me about that either.

- What else are you holding out on me?
- Nothing, Mr. Colby.

Come to my cabin. I'm gonna turn
that package back to you.

- But your $800.
- Keep it. $800?

I don't care if it's
10 times worth $800.

My neck's worth more to me than that.
You and your penny-ante games.

Mr. Colby,
you can't do this to me.

Even if I should succeed
in evading Jefferson,

I could never get the package
through the customs.

You must help me.
I beg you.

How hard can you beg?

What are your terms?

- Half of what the package brings.
- Ha...

But... But it's sheer robbery.
You can't be serious.

- All right. I...
- Oh. Wait.

- Twenty-five percent.
- Fifty percent.

I'll give you the usual 10 seconds
to make up your mind.

Well, it's blackmail,
but I... I have no choice.

Absolutely no choice.

We are partners in whatever
the package brings.

Share and share alike.

Put it in writing.

Bring some paper,
Anna Luz.

Al?

What are you
doing out here?

Waiting for someone.

- You want a taste?
- No, thanks.

Don't be stuffy.
It's wonderful.

It makes you feel
so "don't care-ish."

I like well-built men.

I saw you sunbathing
this afternoon.

Even with that bandage...
You hurt me!

Raul! Help!

For a while that night,

I watched the ship
tunnel a hole in the ocean.

It had been a good day.

I'd made three,
maybe four bosom enemies,

rejected a pass
from a pretty blonde...

and latched onto half interest
in a package...

that might contain,
for all I know,

some pages of an old
Sears, Roebuck catalog.

I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach
that there was trouble ahead.

I went to my cabin,
found that I was right.

I found something on the
deck... a black hairpin.

I decided to parlay a hairpin and
a hunch into a little action.

What do you want?
You have no business here.

Maybe not. What have you
got on under that robe?

I said what have you
got on under that robe?

- Nothing.
- Oh, yeah? Well, let's find out.

Are you crazy?

This might be very embarrassing
for both of us if I'm wrong.

Don't you touch me!

I figured you were dressed. You've
just been down searching my cabin.

Why would I go
to your cabin?

You wanted the package.

If I'd wanted the package, I would
have taken it a long time ago.

Maybe you didn't know
what it was a long time ago.

Maybe you just
found out about it tonight.

- I knew about it days ago.
- Let's ask Berrien.

- He's asleep.
- Well, we'll wake him.

Berrien?

Turn on the lights.

He's dead.

Go call the captain.

I was afraid the body would spell
trouble when we reached port,

but the authorities knew
about Berrien's bad heart.

They asked Anna Luz a couple of perfunctory
questions and let us go on into Oaxaca.

Berrien had told
me to go to the Hotel San Felipe,

and that's where I went.

I found a reservation
had been made for me.

My immediate concern was to investigate
the package thoroughly.

I wondered if it could be a diamond
eye of an ancient idol...

or maybe
a Spanish treasure map.

There was one way
of finding out.

But after I did, I didn't know any
more than when I started.

Three pieces of parchment
with some strange symbols...

and a disk of carved jade.

Hello?

Who?

All right.
I'll come over.

Ah, Mr. Colby.

- How about a drink, amigo? Hmm?
- No, thanks.

At least let me introduce a friend.
He may prove useful to you.

- Captain Bergman, Mr. Colby.
- Delighted, I'm sure.

The captain can get you anything you
want in town... at a price.

You need something?

Not now.

- Señor Colby?
- Yes.

He says that the lady
is waiting for you, amigo.

I know.

Huh?

- Want anything to drink?
- No.

Any food?

- No, thanks. Maybe later on.
- Thank you very much.

- Is the package safe?
- I thought we'd agreed not to discuss the package.

I've come to pay you for it with
the $800 you were promised.

Why should I give it to you?

Because I am
Mr. Berrien's daughter.

Can you prove it?

- Oh, I... I cannot prove it.
- Why not?

Because I...
Because I'm illegitimate.

What's in the package?

- A manuscript.
- How many pages?

- I was asking you, how many pages are in the manuscript?
- Twelve.

Anything else?

No. Nothing.

Now please accept your money
and give it to me.

No, I don't think I should.

Because there weren't 12 pages,
and there was something else.

There was a piece
of carved jade.

And because you're a liar.

I must have it.
Please.

I'll give you $2,000.

- It's all I have.
- Still, you won't tell me what it is.

I've told you, I cannot.

Well, I'm sorry.

The answer is still no.

Can you tell me
where it was found?

My friend didn't say, but
this was with it. You see?

Ah! Even more remarkable.

Also of the same era.

This writing is Zapotec,

or rather a mixture
of Zapotec and Spanish,

dating I would say,
without reservation,

from the time
of the Spanish Conquest.

- Can you tell me what it says?
- The Spanish, perhaps.

But it would certainly take an expert or
a specialist to decipher the other.

Well, do you know an
expert or a specialist?

- You have more of these?
- No, this is the only one right here.

If you would be willing
to leave it here...

No, I'm sorry. You see, this only
partially belongs to me.

There is a man who should be
in Oaxaca today...

Thomas Berrien.

- Is he the only one?
- There is, of course, Ulbaldo Navarro.

He has the largest private collection
in Mexico at the moment.

- Where can I find him?
- If he is not at his house,

you will probably find him working at
the ruins of Monte Albán or Mitla.

Mitla... What's that?

- I see you're not an authority on our ancient civilizations.
- No.

We in Mexico
are very proud of them.

But if you're interested,
I advise you to purchase...

a copy of Old Civilizations
of Mexico...

by the American archaeologist
Marcus Roberts.

You took your time
in getting here.

- Did I?
- Where have you been?

I was out
buying a book.

See this? Old Civilizations
of Mexico.

Good idea. Because you're going to have plenty
of leisure time for reading from now on.

- How'd you get in here?
- Oh, that's a trade secret.

- Where's the package?
- Package? What package?

Oh, come on now, pal.
Don't stall me.

You've got it. I know because it
wasn't in Berrien's cabin.

Did you kill Berrien?

Now, that's a stupid question.

It so happens that he was dead
when I found him.

Either that, or he passed out when
you pointed that thing at him.

If you want to believe that, that's
perfectly all right by me.

Now come on.
Unload, huh?

And be careful
with your hands.

Thanks. Did you
make anything of it?

No. I figured I'd be able
to find somebody who could.

You did.

And now I should bounce you
around a little bit...

just in case you've got any ideas
of trying to take it back.

But I'm a softhearted lug.

Softhearted, that is, until
somebody tries to cross me.

Adios, amigo.

I still didn't know
what I'd inherited from Berrien,

but it had all the earmarks of something
stamped "Dynamite... handle with care."

I had to hang on to it long enough
to find out what it said.

Yet if I hung too long,
somebody...

Anna Luz or Jefferson or maybe the
government... was bound to snatch it away.

And the only solution seemed to
be a roll of infrared film...

and a couple
of positive copies.

A bit of sightseeing,
Mr. Colby?

You seem to be
doing some yourself.

Well, I did happen to notice you
in Valentino's shop.

And it occurred to me we might be
of assistance to one another.

- How?
- I am, to be frank, a bit hard pressed at the moment.

Certain payments
failed to arrive.

Oh, no.
Not a loan, my friend.

I haven't come to that.
Not yet.

An exchange... money for services
rendered now or later.

I don't need any services
rendered now or later.

Oh, come now, no man
is sufficient unto himself.

It says that
in the Bible somewhere.

I suppose you are bound
for the ruins.

Now, how would you
suppose that?

Every visitor here
goes to the ruins.

- And to see them properly, you'll need a guide.
- I've got one.

- If you're interested in feminine companionship...
- I'll dig up my own.

No offense, Mr. Colby.
Just a thought.

But should you need a trustworthy
friend in any line of endeavor,

Captain Bergman
at your service.

Vámonos, Pedro.

I went first to
the ancient city at Monte Albán.

I climbed the steps
of the pyramids.

I walked through the courtyards
and the temples.

I marveled at the fact that a
cultured people had lived here...

fifteen hundred years
before the Christian Era.

I looked into doorways where ancient
kings and priests had trod.

I could feel a cold wind
slide over my back,

a thousand unseen,
hostile eyes watching me.

I felt like getting rid of the
manuscript and running...

maybe I should...
while there was still time.

That's how those old temples hit
me the first time I saw them.

These were literally
doorways into the past.

On my way to my room, I ran into a
couple of other items from the past.

I wondered what they were doing sitting
there so close to my door.

I was tempted to question them,
but I didn't.

I had work to do.

It wasn't the brightest
scheme in the world,

but it was the best thing I could
think of at the moment.

217 words
in the manuscript.

I carved off each symbol
with a razor blade...

and listed them in their correct position
in what I called a master list.

Then I put a fake
number beside the real one...

so that only I'd able to tell
where they really belonged.

Maybe somebody could put them
in their right order again,

but without the master list, it would take a
genius with a lot of time on his hands.

One set I put in my shoe
for safekeeping.

And the other in an envelope.

I stuck the master list in with some
writing paper in the desk drawer...

acting on the old
Edgar Allan Poe theory...

that the safest hiding place
was the most obvious.

Are you the señor that sent
a message to Señor Navarro?

- Yeah, that's right.
- His boy says he won't come home until night.

- Okay, thank you very much.
- You're welcome.

Are you gonna stay
in your room all day?

Well, I didn't know
you cared.

I decided
to forgive and forget.

Well, I didn't know it was
that dull around here.

You don't know.

What about
your boyfriend?

Didn't you hear me? I said,
what about your boyfriend?

Well, that's a long story.

What have you got there?

Oh, that's pictures of pretty
girls in bathing suits.

Oh, you can do
better than that.

Let me see.

That's the second time
you've hurt me.

That's right.

- I'll bet you beat your women.
- When they need it.

Where are you going?

I'm going down to the hotel office
to put this in a safe place.

Then I might take a look
at the ruins.

Let me go with you.
Please.

All right.

I'd sure like to have the dredging
concession around here.

- Why?
- This is one of their sacrificial wells.

So? See that platform up there?

For about 500 years,

the priests used to throw maidens right
off the top and drop them in here.

I wouldn't like that.

Oh, I don't think you'd
have been in any danger.

What would you do with
a dredged-up maiden?

Oh, probably strip
all the jewelry off her.

They used to load 'em down with gold and jade
before they'd give them the deep six.

That place is probably
loaded with treasure.

How do you know all this?

I used to watch 'em jump.

Now this is where they played a game
sort of like... like basketball.

See, up along the sides there,
that's where the people sat.

Are you really interested
in all this?

- Why do you think I came here?
- I think you're up to something.

They'd have two teams
and a rubber ball.

Instead of a basket, they used
a ring in the center there.

I saw you go into the nurse's cabin
just before the old man died.

That makes it twice
you saw me.

When one of the players scored, the
others had to give him their clothes.

I'll bet you'd like to know
who I saw her with this day.

Who?

I thought
that would interest you.

Who was she with?

At last I've got something
you want, mystery man.

Which means you're going
to be very nice to me.

Colby!

Colby!
What's that?

Colby!

What do you want?

- I'd like to talk to you.
- What about?

Tell that female
to beat it.

Tell her to get out of here
first. Then I'll talk to you.

I really will. I've got something
interesting to say to you.

Take the car
and go back to the hotel.

I will not. Just when things
are getting interesting?

- Will you do what I say?
- All right, if you'll promise to meet me.

I promise.
Come on, let's go.

How do you like
the acoustics here?

They tell me that
you can hear a pin drop...

from one end of the court
to the other.

What do you want
to talk about?

I'm not going
to waste any words.

Are you going to hand it over without a
fuss, or do I have to take it from you?

Well, you know something? I forgot what I
did with it. Ah.

Perhaps I can help you
to remember.

You're playing with
grown-ups now, junior.

How'd you like
that package you got?

I see that I
underestimated you, amigo.

Otherwise I wouldn't
have led with my right.

Let's make a deal, huh?

I'll give you
$5,000 for it.

It isn't mine to sell.

It isn't anybody's.

You just happen
to have it.

- I still don't know what it is.
- A manuscript.

Yeah, sure.
But of what?

Ay, turistas!

Let's get away
from these clowns.

Here. Right here is where the warriors
used to rip out their victims' hearts.

You seem to know
an awful lot about this.

I was sort of an archaeologist
once, but I got disbarred.

There's a man in Oaxaca who can decipher the
writings they used to use around here.

Not Navarro? You're not going
to Navarro, are you?

- Why not?
- He's a worse crook than Berrien ever was.

He'll tell you it's a recipe
for apple strudel...

or the laundry list
of the high priest.

And you'll never even
know the difference.

Yes, I will... the way I'm
gonna give it to him.

- How are you going to give it to him?
- That's a trade secret.

- Like opening hotel doors.
- Hmm.

He'll piece it together
no matter what you do. Look!

Why don't you sell it
to me, huh?

Or come in with me,
and I'll give you half.

Two days alone with that manuscript,
and I could lead you to...

- To what?
- Why should I tell you?

- I might cut you in on it.
- Half?

First, I'd want to know
what half is.

Well, back in 1562,

the Spaniards put a torch to every native
manuscript they could lay their hands on...

all, that is,
except four codices.

Now, these are writings in which Spanish letters
are used to express native symbols.

Now, three of them
have been found.

- Here's more tourists.
- Yeah.

Come on. I'll take you
over to Mitla.

This is the burying place of the
Zapotecan kings and priests.

It was a city
in itself...

and inhabited right up to the
time of the conquistadores.

And here's the church the Spaniards
built when they arrived.

Right on the ruins
of a Zapotecan temple.

- Well, what happened to the Zapotecs?
- Nobody knows.

But because of these previous wars, they
had built long tunnels underground.

Then when they were defeated this last
time, they took to these tunnels,

sealing themselves up in a mass sacrifice,
leaving everything behind them:

their lives, their temples,
their gods, their treasures.

Well, this fourth codex is the
book of the tiger priests...

a dozen pages listing
the hiding places...

of the treasure
the Spaniards never found.

- How many pages?
- Twelve.

You ought to know.

For 400 years, nobody ever heard of them until some
fool in Cuba wrote the museum in Oaxaca...

saying that he'd come across a strange
parchment and a piece of carved jade...

which might
interest them.

But while the museum was fooling around
trying to make up its mind,

Berrien got wind of it,
and so did I, but too late.

The Cuban was sorry, but he'd
already sold it for $5,000.

That cinched it for me because I knew right
then that there was only one manuscript...

that Berrien would give
that much money for.

So I took out after him, followed him
aboard the Cinco de Mayo,

and the rest you know.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.
The rest I know.

So you killed him.

You asked me
that question yesterday.

You still haven't told me
what it's worth.

More than you and I could count in a
thousand years, 10 million, 50 million!

Nobody knows how much gold
and silver and jade.

Make a deal with me, Colby.
Half, and I'm your man.

I can translate that manuscript, and I can
get the stuff out of the country.

How about it?

I'll think it over,
carefully.

The thing didn't really
hit me until I got back to the hotel.

The book
of the tiger priests...

12 pages of parchment suddenly
bobbing up after 350 years.

They'd be after what I had,
the three pages,

a quarter of the total.

Suppose it was only
10 million altogether.

A quarter of that
was two and a half million.

I tried to imagine what a million
dollars in gold looked like.

You said you'd be
right back.

- I did.
- You call two hours "right back"?

- I don't like being stood up.
- I didn't stand you up.

Yes, you did.

You stood me up because
you think I'm a tramp.

- I don't think you're a tramp.
- Yes, you do.

Because I am.

I'm a tramp,
and everybody knows it.

Julie the tramp.

What's a lady have to do to get
a cigarette around here?

That's better.

What were you talking
to that fella about?

Nothin'.

You can't kid Julie.
I listened.

Did you hear anything
interesting?

- You've got something he wants.
- What?

I couldn't hear
'cause you moved away.

- But I know where it is, mystery man.
- Where?

It's in the hotel safe. I saw
you put it there, remember?

- Give me another drink.
- You don't want anything more to drink.

Yes, I do.
I want lots more.

Then we'll go out
and have some fun.

Look, instead of that, suppose
we go to your room, huh?

- What for?
- For one thing, we can have a little privacy.

You can't kid Julie.
Privacy perished.

Yeah, sure. I know. Come on. Let's
go, huh? Come on. Let's go.

I always knew
you went for me.

I need a man
like you around.

I get lonely
all by myself.

I've always been lonely.

Kiss me, mystery man.

Come here.

Now take a
good look at yourself.

Who'd want
to kiss that?

Señor Colby.

I've been waiting
a long time for you.

I'm sorry. The price has gone up
a couple of thousand times.

I've offered
all the money I have.

Why did you lie to me about
being Berrien's daughter?

I did it because
of my guardian.

You see, I am adopted.

Because of your guardian, you took a job
as Berrien's nurse. Is that it?

Yes. He wants
the manuscript too.

It is an obsession
with him.

- Who is your guardian?
- I'm afraid I cannot tell you now.

If you're legally free of him, why
don't you just leave him?

Have you never had a debt which was not
legal, but which you felt you had to pay?

He's been very kind to me.
Perhaps a little too kind.

And now he wants me
to marry his son.

- And you don't want to.
- No.

That's why I want to try and
help him get the manuscript.

I would like to repay him
in some other way.

He's been
so very good to me.

- Say, you know something?
- Hmm?

I don't know, but for the first time, I
think you're telling me the truth.

Yes, I am.
Please believe me.

I believe you.

- Then please understand.
- And I understand.

But it's still no sale.

El señor Navarro Io Vera.

Thank you.

Thanks.
Señor Navarro?

Yes? What can I do
for you, señor?

The curator of the museum said you
might be able to help me.

I have a Zapotec manuscript that
I'd like to have translated.

I will be glad
to look at it.

There's only one thing I'll have to tell
you. You won't know what it says.

What do you mean? I don't have
the original manuscript.

- I just have the photographs of the words out of order.
- Impossible.

Without knowing the sentence structure,
nobody could make a translation.

You could tell me what each word meant without
seeing the whole sentence, couldn't you?

- Possibly, but...
- Oh, I'll put the words together myself.

Is the document
so secret then?

- A guide to lost treasure perhaps?
- Perhaps.

There are hundreds
of such documents, señor.

Any seller of antiques can sell
you one for a few pesos.

Yes, I know, but I'd still like
to have this one translated.

How long would it
take you to do it?

Mmm, uh,
by tomorrow evening?

- How much would you charge?
- Puzzles are another of my interests.

But perhaps
you could do one thing.

I need some dollars to cover the cost of
something I'm buying in the States.

It would save me a trip to the capital
if you could sell me some.

- How many would you need?
- The bill will be close to a hundred dollars.

Oh, I don't carry that many
American dollars with me.

- No traveler's checks?
- Oh, yes, I do have those.

- I bring you the pesos.
- All right.

I hope you know what you're doing with
Navarro. He's nobody's fool, you know.

So you told me.

It's awfully decent of you
to worry about me so much.

- I got a piece of you, amigo.
- That's what you think.

Look, why don't you take me
in as a friendly partner?

Whether you like it or not, I'm
going to be your partner.

You hope.

I know.

- The lady wishes to see you, señor.
- Where?

Over there.

- You want a laugh?
- What about?

The way you win friends...
me, Raul, Jefferson.

How to make enemies
and disgust people.

What happened
to your friend?

- He couldn't stand the sight of you.
- Oh?

You think you're so smart,
don't you?

So smart and so superior.

You're not smart.
You're dumb.

All right.
So I'm dumb.

You don't know how dumb.

- Who do you think Raul is?
- Who?

Navarro's son.

That got you, didn't it?
I haven't even started yet.

Do you want to know
something else?

Your precious magazine, and
whatever was in it, is gone.

I'd like the envelope I left
in the safe this afternoon.

But I gave it to your messenger
not 20 minutes ago.

- That was what your note said to do.
- I didn't send any note.

But, uh, this is
your signature.

I compared it
with the register.

"Please deliver to the bearer the article
you keep for me in the safe. Al Colby."

Your face! I wish I had a
mirror to show it to you.

You told Raul.

I would have told anybody,
just to see your face.

You're wondering about the
signature, aren't you?

Remember the traveler's
checks you signed?

Remember?

This makes up
for everything.

Señor Colby.

- I've come for my manuscript.
- You can prove title to it?

I can prove title to half of it, which is enough
to charge you with theft and forgery.

You smuggled it out of one country and into
another... twice breaking the law.

My father could,
if he cared to,

have the government
confiscate it and jail you.

And finally, you have forced your way
into this house like a common felon.

- I could shoot you now.
- See how foolish you are, señor?

I'll tell you
how foolish I am.

I don't think you would turn me or the manuscript
over, because you want it for yourselves.

I'm gonna tell you
something else.

You can't afford to have a dead
stranger lying around this place,

somebody whose traveler's checks have already
been recorded as being sold to you.

And as for that gun you say you're
carrying, I don't believe you.

Señor Colby, I think
you'd better leave now.

Well, I seem to be slightly
outnumbered at the moment.

That was quite a story
you fed me, Anna Luz.

It was the truth.

- And I'm sorry we have to be enemies.
- Get out, Colby!

Well, don't think it
hasn't been interesting.

Try his shoes.

Well, well. If it isn't amigo,
the India rubber man.

On the bounce again?

Look, if it's a rematch you want, why
don't you wait a couple of years?

Maybe you'll grow up.

Look, Jefferson.
Listen.

The pieces you've got there, they're
not gonna do you any good.

See, you gotta have the master
list. See these numbers?

Don't touch them!

Well, how'd you like
the rematch, amigo?

- You had enough?
- Yeah.

How long will it take you
to translate those pieces?

Why? Navarro's got the original.

- Damn it! I told you he...
- Never mind what you told me!

We can still beat him
if we work fast.

Half?

Yeah, half.

Okay. Okay.

Send out
for some coffee.

About five gallons.

- What time is it?
- Twenty to 12:00.

Fourteen hours
and 10 minutes.

- You finished?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, but I sure wish I had the other nine pages.
- That's no good.

Oh, it's good.
It's good, all right.

But it seems to be
right out of the middle.

Inventory of stuff hidden in one
place, but no directions.

Directions to another place,
but no inventory.

- What's in the inventory?
- Huh? Oh, it's here.

Here.

"Plate to the extent
of 50 arrobas,

"silver and bars and worked footwear
and mantles of gold beads...

"in the house
of the high priest.

"Images of the warrior gods
in jade.

"Images of the snakes and
lizards and birds in gold.

"Images of the maize plant
in gold and silver.

"Flower pieces of gold
and turquoise.

"Six heavy vases of gold
embossed with serpents.

"All this from the report
of the prince...

who was afterwards put to
torture by the Spaniards...

and died without speaking."

- No directions?
- Then comes this.

"At Mitla, in the burial place of
the kings and the priests...

"and in the chamber
of the high priest,

"Eleven paces in the direction faced by
Owacan to the god of death,

"then to where he watches on
the wall of the tiger men,

"there the stone block will topple
when the key is removed.

In the chamber,
36 finely wrought gold..."

- Go on.
- That's all there is.

But it's enough.

If it's anything like the other list, I
would make it a million dollars!

Then there's the other nine pages. Are
you sure Berrien didn't have them?

- No, he didn't take them out of Cuba.
- Then we'll have to go back.

I'll talk to the Cuban and ask him where
he found the other three pages he had.

- Even with one more page...
- What about Navarro?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Navarro.

We've got to move tonight to Mitla.
The snake's tomb was there.

I don't remember
any tiger men though.

We'll have to search
the place thoroughly.

How are we going to do that without
somebody getting suspicious?

Colby. Psst.

- We've got company, amigo. Navarro's little boy and Julie.
- What are they doing here?

We'll soon find out.

We're all right. They're
following the tourists.

Let's go.

This is the chamber of the
high priest. Let's see now.

"Eleven paces in the direction faced
by Owacan to the god of death."

According to the books,
Owacan is in the north wall.

That'd be
on this side here.

- What does this Owacan look like?
- He looks like a serpent.

- This must be it here then.
- Yeah, yeah, that's it!

Facing that way.

Let's see now.
Eleven paces.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven,

eight, nine, ten, eleven.

- There's nothing here.
- What about this here?

- No, no, that's not it.
- Maybe you made a mistake.

I didn't make any mistake.

Oh, really?

Yes.

- Remarkable, isn't it?
- Sí.

Of course, I can't understand a
word of Spanish, you know.

But he sounds
so lyrical!

Busy little people,
weren't they?

Wait a minute, Maybe she's
got something there.

Little people,
little steps.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight,

nine, ten, eleven.

- Is that it?
- The god of death.

"Then to where he watches on
the wall of the tiger men.

There the stone block will topple
when the key is removed."

- It's that wall over there.
- Yeah.

I don't see anything.
Do you? No.

- Oh, you've discovered this, too, have you?
- Discovered what?

This room, of course. It's the
most interesting of all.

I simply must have
a picture of this for Joe.

Joe's my husband, and he
gave me this new camera.

It's the kind that goes around curves.
I'm not too well-acquainted with it.

I think you'd look
awfully good around a curve.

Now, let me see. Yes, yes. That's
about right. That's it.

Now, you don't
really mind, do you?

- Yes. Yes, I do!
- Oh!

Well, really!

Looks like this place is
gonna be crowded all day.

We'll come back
later tonight.

I know a Nicaraguan
who lives near here, Tacho Peralta.

He'll get everything we want...
pickaxes, shovels, burros.

- We need burros to get this stuff out of here.
- Yeah, if we find it.

- It's getting kinda late.
- Tacho will be along any minute now.

I wonder what Julie and Raul
were doing at the ruins.

If I were to tell you, you'd have
to wash my mouth out with soap.

You know, that might not be
such a bad idea anyway.

All right. Forget it. I got
the jitters. Gold fever.

Gold butterflies in my stomach,
gold spots in front of my eyes.

I'm ready, señor.

"Then to where he watches on
the wall of the tiger men."

Probably this wall here, but there's no
tiger men, no symbol of any kind.

- You look for the tiger men, señor?
- That's right.

But they are gone. Some man from Mexico City
took them about 10 or 15 years ago.

- The whole block of stone?
- No.

- With chisel, they chip off the front.
- Where?

Here. I show you.

- Here.
- Give me that crowbar.

It's kind of loose.

Iguana. Solid jade. They used
to use them as watchdogs.

Look at this.

Worth 20,000 in any museum.

Come on. Let's get it
out of here. Tacho.

Well, I guess this
just about finishes it.

You're so right,
smart guy.

It does.

Adios, amigo.

At first,
there was blackness,

the blackness of a grave with the weight
of the entire earth on my chest.

And then came light.

Gray, fog-like
streamers of light...

that gave me glimpses
of a world without sense,

without time.

Berrien was there laughing
that fat laugh of his.

And Julie laughing.

And Anna Luz... was she
trying to double-cross me?

Navarro...
what was his game?

And Bergman...
always repulsive.

And Jefferson who had finally
put it over on smart me.

And the mask.

What did the mask
have to do with it all?

You're all right.

You're in
Señor Navarro's house.

He asks you to stay here
until you've recovered.

Your wound is not bad,
but you bled a lot...

and you've had
several transfusions.

That mask you were carrying
deflected two of the bullets.

Where's Jefferson?

We do not know.

All we know is that he went back to Tacho's
house and could not start the car.

After that,
he disappeared.

You must have made plans to take the
treasure out of the country.

The only plans I had was to turn the treasure
over to the museum for the reward.

Señor, if you can help us in any
way to recover the treasure,

I can assure you
Mexico will be grateful.

Now go back to sleep.
I will stay with you.

- Well, what are you doing here?
- I've been helping.

I know what you think of me,
but that doesn't matter now.

After that awful afternoon, I
wanted to get even with you.

But I didn't want you
to get shot.

- What's that?
- I gave a blood transfusion.

If you need anything,
just ring that bell.

Come back here.

Sit down.

Julie, I know I was a little rough with you,
but I was trying to show you something.

I haven't had a drink since.

A drink's all right, just so it doesn't
take you in the wrong direction.

What's the right direction
for me?

Marrying the right guy.

- I already picked him, but it won't work.
- Who, Raul?

He does like me. He's the kind
of man I need, I think.

Somebody
to boss me around.

But his father thinks
I'm no good.

And besides, he wants him
to marry Anna Luz.

But she doesn't want to marry him, and
he doesn't want to marry her.

And I do want to marry him, and he
wants to marry me, I think.

But down here, they have
to do what his father says,

and it's all so mixed up
and hopeless.

Maybe it isn't so hopeless.

I'll see about your lunch.

We are quite sure
he's still around here.

- He must know the police are watching all the roads.
- Who notified the police?

My father did.

I would have done anything, it is
true, to have made the discovery.

Now Señor Navarro would give anything to have
the treasure where it really belongs...

in the national museum.

Well, I'm glad to hear that because you're
gonna have to give quite a lot.

- What?
- Two things.

The discovery reward
and Anna Luz's freedom.

The reward is paid
by the government.

And I do not know what you
mean by her freedom.

She knows that you want her
to marry your son.

She'll do it because she
feels she owes it to you.

Anna Luz,
is my home and my son...

so hateful to you?

No, not hateful
at all.

But it's true that I do
not want to marry Raul.

I have loved you
as my daughter.

And I love you
as a father.

I will do
anything you wish.

But Raul does not want
to marry me either.

Raul?

It's true, Father.

You are free
to do as you wish.

Now, in order to find Jefferson, I'm gonna
have to have some kind of an automobile.

- We will get one.
- Thank you.

- No, no, señor.
- Thank you.

Jefferson would not show himself,
even if he was still in Oaxaca.

I'm not looking for Jefferson
here. Come on. Let's go.

Señor? You have been asking
for a certain man?

That's right.

Then perhaps
I could take you to him.

- How much do you want?
- Fifty pesos.

That's the museum
storehouse.

That's what I figured.

- Jefferson!
- Who is it?

Bergman. Let me in.

What happened
to you?

Colby!
He tried to kill me.

Colby? You're out
of your mind.

No. He's alive.

He followed me
everywhere.

That guy must have nine lives.

- What's that?
- The electricity.

You know that always happens
when we have a storm here.

- Come on, come on. Tell me about Colby.
- My shoulder!

- I'm bleeding to death.
- Okay, okay. I'll fix it!

If Colby's around, I've gotta get
those sacks out of here first.

Leave 'em alone,
Jefferson.

They're right
where they belong.

Well, you got to admit
it was a good try, amigo.

Yeah.

That's right.
It was a good try.

One million dollars,

and you're throwing it right into
the lap of the government.

Turn around.

Well, I guess that's the whole story.
What do you think I'll get?

Anything short of life,
and you're in luck.

- What happened to Bergman?
- He'll live.

Even though they don't bring a murder charge,
there's a half a dozen other crimes, any...

Señor Colby.

I've just been given some documents
bearing on your case.

Your archaeological permit
dated five days ago.

Your discovery reward...
a draft for $25,000.

And a statement of Señor Navarro of your
doings together on behalf of Mexico.

You've been speaking
to Señor Navarro?

To Señor Navarro
and several others.

We have decided, in view of the
documents, to release you,

provided you are willing
to leave Oaxaca.

I'm willing to leave Oaxaca. Just get
me an airplane ticket out of here.

That's already been secured, as well as
a car to take you to the airport.

Will you come with us?
Look, just one thing though.

There's a couple of people I'd like
to look up, one in particular.

You'd better go, Colby.

You see, I kept my
word, Mr. Colby.

- I'm grateful.
- I'm pleased, because there is something I'd like to ask you.

Were there more than three
pages of the manuscript?

- No. Was there supposed to be more?
- I merely wondered.

Good luck, señor.

- Where's Anna Luz?
- I would rather not discuss the matter.

- The plane is waiting, señor.
- Look, there's a phone booth right over there.

- Do you mind if I make a very important call?
- I'm sorry.

Don't push your luck, Colby. They
might change their minds.

Yeah. All right.

Al Colby.

Gracias.

What did Don Ulbaldo want?

- What are you doing here?
- I'm flying to Havana.

I'm going to try and find the man who has
the other nine pages to the manuscript.

You mean you're willing to
chase all over Cuba with me?

She says to fasten
your safety belt.