All language subtitles for Queimada (Hybrid Edit) ENG.04

That's your island,
Queimada.

One of the hundred of
islands of the Lesser Antilles.

- Here, have a look.
- Thank you.

You know, most of what you see here
on the windward side is the wild part.

The sugar plantation is the main port at the luv.

There's only about 5,000 whites here.
The population's mostly black or mulatto.

The blacks, of course, are slaves except for a handful
whose owners freed them for one reason or another.

Queimada means "burnt".

In fact, the Portuguese had to burn the island
to put down the resistance of the Indians,
when they took it.

And since the natives were all killed,
they brought in slaves from Africa,
to work the cane fields.

That large, flat, white rock you see offshore
is called "Cemit�rio Branco dos Negros,"

because the bodies of slaves who died
during the trip over were thrown there.

They say they lost nearly half of the poor beggars.

That exceptional whiteness there seems, in fact, to derive from the dust
of their bones, which have penetrated into and merged with the rocks.

The main resource of the island
is the sugarcane,

but it is very important
its commercial harbour,

sited on a natural Bay, protected
from the winds.

Its docks are enough deep for
all kind of ships.

This geographical situation
turns Queimada into...

the main commercial centre of tens
of other islands on the surroundings.

By the way, there are the headquarters
of Banco Espirito Santo,

the residence of the portuguese
Governor,

and a fortress with a garrison
of a thousand of soldiers,

and the most famous brothel of
the Lesser Antilles.

No, wait! I want to control the number
of cases before you unload!

Did you like Europe, darling?
Wouldn't you like come back again?

Sir William,

let me give you a humble advice?

Be careful of the three "M".

"Mosquitos, Mulatas, Morte".
(Mosquitoes, female mulatto and death)

O.K. I won't forget it.
Thank you.

Your papers!

- English, huh?
- Yes.

Go.

- Your bag, sir?
- Your bag?

Out of the way!

- Your bag, sir?
- Yes. All right.

Take them.

- Can I get ready the expenses account?
- OK, as you wish.

Sir William Walker ?

- Did you have a pleasant trip, sir?
- Yes.

The gray dolphins followed us
all the way

The gray dolphin, you know,
has always been a friend of the mariner

And the sailor, of course, has always been
the friend of the gray dolphin.

Too late, Santiago was caught
10 days ago with all his men.

He's locked up in the fortress.

I'm afraid it's only question of hours for him.

I must talk to him.

Portugese, aren't you?

Caught him! Arrest him!

English, here's Santiago.

They are not christians and they
believe in reincarnation.

But the reincarnation requires
a whole human body.

Then first we strangle him with
the garotte, according with the law,

and then we chop his head off.

Do you understand? Therefore they
will be afraid of the death.

Then they will carry it around the
island as an example.

At last, the corpses are returned
to the families.

- And are they recovering the corpses?
- Once in a while

Hey, englishman!

Your Consul had arrived.

- That's efficiency!
- Mr. William Walker ?

- I am very sorry to disturb you.
- It comes with your job.

Leave things as they are.

Let us go.

I knew about your husband.

I knew about your husband.

I never met him, but it is because of
him that I have come to Queimada.

I am not Portuguese.

I am a friend.
Do you understand?

I would like to meet one of his friends.
One of his real friends.

I ask nothing else. I don't want
to know anything more.

Wait! One only.
Just one. That's all I need.

I can't help you.

Teddy, why are you dying your hair?
And how are you smoothing it?

My mother used to do it
since I was a little boy.

Mr. William, the truth is that
I don't feel as mulatto.

I feel myself as white as my
father was and my grandfather.

Really? Good. Do you like it?

Anyway here a white man
is useless.

And even less a faked white man,
who intends to look like him.

What is needed here is someone
with courage, who ??? has nothing to lose
and if he's not afraid ...

Observe.

You, there!

Who gave you that money?
Give it back to me!

Immediately!

You see?

- When your ship will set sail?
- Shortly, in five or six days.

Five or six days!

What can I do during five or six
days when your are dying of boredom?

English!

Sir!

I am wondering if it was rum,
not water!

Now.

Are we ready, gentlemen?

You are always saying that you like
Europe. Get laid then with the lady.

Why? The only important thing is
the white pigment.

Enough!

Stop it!

Pedro ! Enough!

Stop it.

You, silly. Give me your knife.

Give me it at once.

Don't go, Mr. Walker.
Without you, nothing will ever be done.

It's finished here.

I wasn't aware that anything
had started.

- And Santiago?
- Santiago's dead.

Stinking, lying, black ape!

- You filthy thief, you did steal
my bags, didn't you? - Yes, sir.

Did you steal them, when the police
arrested me?

- Yes.
- Well, where are they now?

I don't know. I don't know anymore.

- But you did steal them, didn't you?
- Yes.

- It is true, isn't it?
- Yes.

No, it's not true.

You did not steal them. You gave
them to my friend, that's all.

- Nobody stole them. Do you
understand? - Yes.

So, you did not steal them?

- Then why did you say you did?
Because I said you did?
- Yes.

- Because anything a white man says
is right, isn't it?
- Yes, sir.

If I were to say that your mother
was a whore...

would that be true?
Is it true?

My mother is dead.

- But you knew her, didn't you?
- Yes.

What was she?

Say what she was! Go on!
What was she?

Go on, say what she was!

- Say it!
- A whore, sir.

Well, I was mistaken. I thought
you were someone else.

- What's your name?
- Jos� Dolores.

Here you are, Jos�. Forget about it.
It was just a bad joke.

English man!

Come on, let's go then.

Well, now I believe we have
something to talk about.

They're all here.

There are 100 million in
gold reales.

All we have to do is to take them.
Fifty for you,

and fifty for me. Do you agree?

They call it the Banko di Holy Spirit.

Now, it's very simple.

There's an outside gate,
then a large door...

an inside gate and then the safe.

Now, you enter, you take the gold,
you load it onto the cart...

and you cross the island to the village
of which I told you.

Now, that is the ship. Look.

So, I shall sail her to the other side
of the island, then we'll go away.

Go where?

Well, I to England. You, wherever
you like.

- Even Africa?
- Yes, even to Africa.

But why?

No matter, you have time to think of it.
Now, is the rest understood?

Yes. We walk in and take the gold.
But what about the Portuguese?

At that moment,
they'll have something else to do.

All right, I'll leave this map with you.
I think we know where the village is.

- That's all.
- Good.

- Would you like to taste some rum, sir?
- All right.

If I taste your rum,
you must try my whiskey.

To the Holy Spirit and its bank.

- We drink to England.
- To Africa!

- To the world!
- To the world!

Why you bring rum instead of
water today?

Don't worry, old man, today's
a holiday.

That gold cost a lot.

Stop there.

What are you doing here?

Where are you going?
Stop there!

What do you got in here?

- Come on, speak up. What is it?
- Bananas, sir. What else?

Bananas, uh?

And what's this?

A case of bananas?

Well, Portuguese die, too.

Better hurry up. I'll see
to the ship.

But you be quick, English man.

Here's the plantation roughly,
and here's the path.

And it's this village here. It's a
village of ex-slaves, I believe.

Yes, a village of bandits.

Their leader, Santiago,
came from just around there.

Well, in any case, it's a very
wealthy village,

Because they bought all my goods and
they paid for them in gold reales.

Are there many blacks
as rich as that on the island?

No. Just how many were there?

Roughly, I'd..
Not more than four or five.

Why?

Because that gold has been stolen
from the Bank of Queimada, sir.

- You don't say.
- Yes.

- Were all they black people?
- Yes.

It's very odd that black people
have so courage and ability.

Never it happened before.

Soon or later it could happen,
couldn't it?

English man!

There are soldiers.

Yes, I have seen them.

- And the boat? -It's over there,
behind the soldiers.

And us?

I brought weapons. But then,
we're rather few, aren't we?

I don't suppose they like the
Portuguese any more than we do.

Let's see. Perhaps there are some people up there
who are willing to help us.

No, no one will risk being killed
for a dislike.

Least of all for our money.

Well, you ask them anyway.
Maybe they'll help.

I am sorry, friends, but the
Portuguese are coming.

They will be here at any moment.

I am sorry it happens here...

here in your village,

but we can't let the soldiers
take us.

Don't you agree?

Maybe most of you will be
better off if you went away.

Up to the sierra.

Better to hide the old ones...

the women and the babies.

But if there are...

any of you who are not old...
not women,

and are really men...

someone who in life, at least once...

have thought of killing
his Portuguese master...

then now is the time to act.

Portuguese can be killed.
I will prove it to you.

Can you use rifles?

First, I'll show you
how to load it.

Now, a measure of powder.

Then the hemp.

A measure of lead.

Again, the hemp.

Now...

the rifle is ready.

Tomorrow, englishman.

I like it here, it's nice.
Wait until after the fiesta.

As soon as they realize
those soldiers aren't coming back...

sei nada ??? they'll outsend them 10 : 20

Be a bloody massacre.

Is that why we stole the gold?

To die up here

or to be rich
and live as free men?

What do you say, Jos�?
Why did we steal the gold?

Like you said, to be
rich and free.

And after that?

Is there any left?

I say!

You're beginning to like it,
aren't you?

No, rum is better

All right, I'll call the others.

Let's go.

If we go, they will all die.

Yes, probably.

Good bye, englishman.

I am sorry.

I'll stay here.

Gentlemen, let me ask you a question.

My metaphor might seem a trifle impertinent
but I think it's very much to the point.

Which do you prefer, or should I say,
which do you find more convenient?

A wife or one of these mulatto girls?

No, no, please don't misunderstand.
I'm speaking strictly in terms of economics.

What is the cost of the product?
What does the product yield?

The product, in this case, being
love, purely physical love.

Since sentiments, obviously,
play no part in economics.

Quite.

Now, a wife must be provided with a home,
with food,

with dresses, with medical attention etc.
You're obliged to keep her a whole lifetime,

even when she's grown old
and perhaps a trifle unproductive.

Then, of course, if you have the bad luck to
survive her, you have to pay for the funeral.

No, it's true, gentlemen.

Gentlemen, I know it seems amusing,
but those are the facts, aren't they?

Now, with a prostitute, on the other hand,
it's quite a different matter and cheaper, isn't it?

You see there's no need to lodge her
or to feed her, certainly not to dress her,

nor to bury her, thank God.

She's yours only when you need her.

and you pay her only for that service,

and you pay her by the hour.

Which, gentlemen, is more important
and more convenient?

A slave,
or a paid worker?

Which do you find more convenient?
Foreign domination with its laws,

its vetoes, its taxes, its commercial
monopolies or independence?

With your own government
and your own laws, your own admiminstration

and the freedom to trade
with anyone you like...

on terms that are dictated only by the
prices on the international market.

Not only for the freedom of trade,
Mr. Walker.

I believe that for many of us, there are idealistic
motives which are even more important.

We are now a nation, a small nation.

Born here and forged with toil,
with difficulty. I took more than three centuries.

A nation, which originated from Portugal

but now is not a part of Portugal anymore.

And that no longer
wants to be a Portuguese colony.

That's all quite correct, my dear Teddy.
We all agree on the idealistic motives.

But it's the example of the whore that
that doesn't convince me as yet, Mr. Walker.

What will happen if once the Negro
ceases to be a slave,

and instead of wanting to be a worker,
wants to be the boss?

That's exactly what will happen
if we go on arguing about it.

Four months ago, Jos� Dolores was on
the Sierra Madre with a few dozen men.

Then he reached Sierra Trinidad
with 400 or 500.

Now there are thousands

spreading through the lowlands.
It is my view that if...

if you don't take immediate action, if you
don't weave yourselves into this revolt,

you'll be swept away.

Then your ex-slaves,
instead of becoming your workers...

will not become your bosses, Mr. Prada...

but your executioners.

Now, what are my interests in
the matter? And who am I?

Very simply, I represent
Her Britannic Majesty.

A British agent, if you prefer.

But actually, England wants the same
thing that you want: the freedom of trade.

and therefore an end of foreign domination
in all Latin America.

But what England does not want, however, and
what I think you yourselves do not want...

are these revolutions carried
to their extreme consequences.

Men like Jos� Dolores
and Toussaint L'Ouverture...

are perhaps necessary to
ignite a situation,

but then after that, they become very
dangerous as in Haiti, for example.

So, gentlemen, as you can see...

I think our interests coincide,
at least for the moment...

and they also coincide with progress
and civilization.

And for those who believe
in it, it's important.

And you? Do you believe in it,
Mr. Walker?

Yes, Mr. Prada, I do.

It's time.

I don't know how I'll be able
to go through with it, Sir William.

It always seems that way the first time,
but you'll see, it's actually rather simple.

It's only a moment. A very simple
moment, and then it's over.

- Everyone can do it!
- Find another person, Sir William.

- Too late. - I am afraid of
doing it. I don't dare.

Listen to me carefully, Teddy.

You are what you are
just a frivolous man.

A weak, a shallow and
a very poor enthusiast.

But it doesn't matter.

What you must do, go do it,

because I order you it.

Yes, sir.

For them today's celebration
is like our Epiphany.

One in a year slaves are allowed
to do what they want.

It is their day of freedom.

As you can see, dear Consul,
they enjoy our christian holiday,

with the celebration of their african
tribal rites, using our own symbols...

in a last and desperate purpose
of preserving their old traditions.

We are aware and we tolerate
all these things,

because this way, almost
not becoming aware of it,

they'll be able to assimilate
our own civilization.

What about Jose Dolores ?

The portuguese fleet will arrive
in a few day.

There's a nonsense to be worried
about Jose Dolores. It isn't worth it.

Come on!

Forward, follow me!

Go out there.
Show yourself! Say something!

Long live Queimada!

Long live Queimada!

Long live freedom!

Long live freedom!

Freedom!

Englishman!

Englishman!
When did you get back?

Me? I never left.
I've been here all the time.

- Here? And the boat?
- Never existed.

- And the gold?
- Back in the bank.

Sure, and I'm still a porter.
It's all the same as before, eh?

If I had told you to start a revolution,
you wouldn't have understood me.

But to rob a bank, yes,
that was possible.

First, you learned to kill
in order to defend yourself.

And later you had to kill
to defend others.

- And the rest came by itself.
- And you? What do you get?

Nothing. The salary from
the British Admiralty.

A rather modest one.

- And you? What do you get?
- Nothing. I am just a happy man.

Well..

Me too as you or almost.

- And England, what is her part in this?
- Portugal is England's enemy.

And if the English ships
were not in the port of Queimada...

the Portuguese would already
have returned.

- And how many English ships are there?
- Don't be too ambitious, Jos�.

No, I just asked.

Ramon, Pedro, Andres, that's
enough now. You go and see town.

It might be better if you camped
here, Jos�. It would be better.

But they have fought and suffered,
and they have won, Englishman.

- They have a right to go to the city.
- They'll have plenty of time for that,
all the time in the world.

Gentlemen, I would like to present
General Jos� Dolores.

Mr. Prada.

Augusto Anguillar.

Fernando Cabrera.

Allow me to present General Dolores,
Mr. Teddy Sanchez.

He directed the rebellion here in the capital.

It was he who killed the governor...

and he is now the President of
the new provisional government,

whose first act it was,
to abolish slavery.

General, you have our admiration.
Your help has been invaluable. Thank you.

In the name of the provisional government
I invite you to discuss with us...

the proposals for a constitution.

That was the chair of the governor.

- May God bless you, Jos� Dolores.
- Thank you.

Well, gentlemen, you wanted
to talk with me? Here I am.

Well, come forward. Come on,
gentlemen.

We will talk.

But, I warn you, speak plainly.

Your government is provisional.
Well, my encampment is, too.

My people won't be delayed.

No.

No.

No, no, and no. For a month you've been
answering "no".

Why don't you try
suggesting something, General?

Bastards!

Excuse me, General, but I must talk to you about a very urgent
matter concerning both our countries.

All our Queimada sugar is rotting in
storehouses and on the quays.

And so?

But only a commercial agreement
between us can change this situation.

And so?

The temporary government no longer
exists. With whom can I negotiate?

Who will sign this agreement?
I was advised to ask you.

- Who advised it?
- I did. I told him.

And not even England can
wait forever.

But not only England
buys the sugar.

No, and not only Queimada
sells it.

Not to mention the fact that in Europe, they
are already extracting it from sugar beet.

Did you know that, General?

And what if Queimada were not to sell any
more sugar? How would these people live?

You can't delay your decision, General.

Competition is getting stronger
every day.

Are you familiar with the latest
raw sugar market quotation?

10 and 11 raw sugars, which up to a month ago
were quoted at 7 and 5/8th to 8 cents a pound
at the last opening had no price

The refined down by a 8 and a quarter, 3 quarters,
down by a half more or less.

Number 12, current category,
opened without firmness.

Refined, polarized at 96 degrees, and
lot 60 aren't even quoted at the opening.

That's enough. Get out!

- But, General...
- Leave me alone.

Everything seems quite clear.

I'm particularly good
at convincing my people...

and you, sir, have all the necessary
qualities of a responsible head of state.

Go away! And stay away!

Ram�n, clear the whites out!
All of them.

Who'll govern your island, Jos�?

Who'll run your industries?

Who'll handle your commerce?

Who'll cure the sick?

Teach in your schools?

This man?

That man?

Or the other?

Civilization is not a simple
matter, Jos�.

You cannot learn its secrets
overnight.

Today civilization
belongs to the white man...

and you must learn to use it.

Without it, you cannot go forward.

But to go where, englishman?

Is better that you, too, go away.

There's Jos�!! Jos� is back!

You can tell the whites I am going.

Say that my men will lay down their
arms and return to the plantations.

England will rejoice, Englishman.

Not only England, Jos�.

Have I become so dangerous?

Yes.

Even for your own people, Jos�.

And for Queimada,

because there are not miracles in
the history, but right times and cadences.

Everything has a logic.

If you try to force it, you'll
end drifted of the course...

and you need to start again.

Why are you are intending to convince
me, when I've made my own decision?

But you can tell the white men.
Tell your friends....

- They're not my friends, Jos�..
- Well, no matter.

You tell them to
be careful. Very careful.

They may know how to sell sugar...

but we are the ones who cut the cane!

Your bag, sir?

- A general doesn't carry baggage.
- But he will for a friend.

All right, Jos�. Come on.

How does that ???
What are you going to do with yourself?

And you?

I don't suppose you ever heard
of a place called Indochina.

Well, they're sending me there.

- Then, to Indochina.
- To those who cut the cane.

Right. Or there'd be no sugar
for your tea.

And since no one in the world wants
to drink their tea without sugar,

business continued to prosper
for the world's leading sugar companies...

This is the London Stock Exchange.
10 years have passed.

The quotations of shares in the
sugar companies continued to rise.

The companies are merging...

and with the increase of their economic strength
grow ever more powerful.

Thus, they are now able to take personal
charge of law and order on their plantations.

Naturally, their first concern is to procure for this job
the most efficient experts available.

Empire Club.

We'll try there.

- He was like another man.
- Sir William ?

Sir William Walker.

First, he left the navy.
and then, let's see...

Here we are. On May 7th, 1841 he was expelled
from this club..

What? Expelled?

Yes, he broke our rules.

I told you, he was another man.

How very unfortunate.

Did he leave an address, perhaps?

Yes. 21, White Dock Street.

Most unsavory district, I must say.

Sir William belongs to an
uncommon kind of men.

A real gentleman, fascinating,
magnanimous.

When he'll be back?

His trunk is still here, after
more than three years.

My husband did set sail for a
Mediterranean cruise long time ago.

He may be now sailing the Atlantic,
His last letter came from Gibraltar.

A very long cruise indeed...

and I suffer seasickness.

This is serious inconvenient
for a long cruise, of course.

- What is the ship's name?
- "Adi�s".

"Adi�s"?

Yes.

- See there the "Adi�s". Nice ship, isn't?
- Really.

Look at the steersman. He knows
his job: he's a real sailor.

- Where's it bounding for?
- Plymouth, England.

They've arrive just this morning,
after a very difficult crosswind.

Right. Where's is he now?

- I don't know, maybe he's now
drinking. - If only it were so.

Would you like to continue?

I believe you've understood
at last, haven't you?

Yes, I think so.

Now go on board, Carlos.

Get the ship ready and you'll have
enough time later for being drunk.

Understood? Never be placed between
is an old principle, gentlemen.

Sir William Walker?
Permit me? Henry Thompson.

- This is my Jack Martin.
- Nice to know you, sir..

We had a hard time to trace you, Sir William.

We've been half way around Europe trying to find you.

That's rather flattering.

There are those who need you.

Well, I can assure you
that I don't need them.

What a pity. There's a great deal
of money in this for you, sir.

- What do you want?
- We don't know, exactly.

But it seems that it has something to
do with the Antilles and sugarcane.

Sugarcane.

Mr. President.

Mr. Shelton.

Well, we've known each other
for a long time, haven't we?

Roughly 10 years. No, no, it's
exactly 10 years, isn't it?

Ten years ago, I worked for
the British Admiralty.

I now work for the Antilles
Royal Sugar Company...

which our ex-consul
so ably represents today.

We've both since changed
our employers.

However, the Admiralty
has given me its approval.

And so, I'm now here, in the
capacity of military advisor,

invited by the government of Queimada
paid for the Antilles Royal Sugar Co.

and authorized by
Her Majesty's government.

Let's hope that my advice
is worthy of so much trust.

General Prada has informed me
of the events of the last 10 years.

I now would like to summarize
the most important facts.

May 13, 1845...

Jos� Dolores agrees to dissolve
the rebel army.

Queimada is proclaimed a republic...

and Mr. Teddy Sanchez is
its first president..

January 22, 1846. The British government
and the government of Queimada,

sign a Treaty of Alliance..

establishing the anchor right...

for the supplying of
the British Fleet.

Have your read this document,
Sir William ?

No, but all these treaties
always resemble each other.

After so many years on duty,
I know them by heart.

March 7, 1847...

the Republic of Queimada cedes
to the Antilles Royal Sugar Company...

the right of exploitation of
the sugar plantation for 99 years and renewable.

Why don't you mention the commitments
of the Royal Sugar Co. towards Queimada?

Because, Mr. President, that is not the most
important aspect of the problem.

And is it not important that my company has
already built a hospital and 50 miles of road?

No, Mr. Shelton, but what is important
is that the Royal Sugar Company...

controls, in practice,
the entire economy of Queimada,

whilst the government of Queimada,
in practice, no longer controls anything.

You're forgetting, Sir William you
were asked here to put down a revolt...

and not to concern yourself
with our government's policies.

Well, without these policies, there
wouldn't be any revolution, Mr. President.

On February 23, 1848...

01:15:05,350
set it afire and sack
the stores.

The army has to intervene.
32 dead and 100 wounded.

Other uprisings break out
in various parts of the island.

Jos� Dolores takes over
the revolution...

and organizes a new army
that wins some victories.

Three months later, England intervenes.

There's no intervention at all. Just
technical support and instructors.

We have asked for this help, according
with Article 32 of the Treaty.

All right, this is a no so
important problem.

On the contrary, it is
very important.

We are very jealous of
our independence.

I wanted to say, Mr. President,
that not even with this support,

you have succeeded in
putting down the revolt.

That was why we've been half way
around Europe trying to find you.

- Now, what do you want me to do?
- To deal with Jos� Dolores.

- Or to help us get rid of him.
- Our government wants to negotiate, Sir William.

And not because it is the only solution,
but because it is the best.

No one can do this better than you.
You've already done it once.

- Ten years ago.
- The situation is the same.

Yes, but the problem is different.
Ten years is a long time.

- It can be a very long time.
- Even so, it's still only 10 years.

Do you want to judge the French
Revolution for its length.

Jos� Dolores is not Robespierre,
Sir William.

As a matter of fact, the History
goes on.

No, I only want to explain,
general,

that, very often, between one
historical period and another...

10 years certainly might be
enough to reveal...

the contradictions of a
whole century.

And so often we have to realize
that our judgments...

and our interpretations,

and even our hopes may have
been wrong.

Wrong, that's all.

Does that mean our interests
no longer coincide?

Yes, our interests do. Royal Sugar
pays me well enough.

And our ideas?

My ideas at the moment are concerned
with how to get something done...

not with why to do it. All right,
on what basis do I negotiate?

Equal rights for all citizens,
better wages, and a general amnesty.

Is that a good basis
for discussion?

No, but I don't think
that you can offer more...

unless you give up the government
and the plantations of Queimada.

I believe that you will succeed.
And that you believe it, too.
Right, Sir William?

Well, we must wait to see what Jos�
Dolores believes.

Ready!

Aim!

You, there. Wait!

Put your weapons down!
What's your order sir?

- That one. Bring him here.
- This one?

No, no, the fourth one.

- This one?
- No, no !

One, two, three, four, this one.

Yes, sir.

Put your hands down.

Well, at least you won't die today.
Does that make you happy?

You don't remember me, do you?

Well, that was a long time ago.

Hold your fire!

Don't be a fool!

Hold your fire, we need him alive.

Now, Jos� Dolores says...

that if what we have in our country
is civilization of white men...

then we are better uncivilized.

Because it is better to know
where to go and not know how...

than it is to know how to go
and not know where.

- And then?
- And then, Jos� Dolores says...

that if a man works for another,

even if he's called a worker,
he remains a slave.

And it will always be the same.

Since there are those
who own the plantations...

and those who own the machete
to cut cane for the owners.

And then?

And then, Jos� Dolores says...

that we must cut heads
instead of cane.

- There's a tidy program.
- Yes.

Very well, then, tell Jos� that we
must meet and discuss this question,

wherever and whatever time he wishes.

- Do you understand?
- Yes.

Mastina.

Tell him that I shall be pleased
to see him in any case.

Mastina!

Give this to Jos� Dolores.
Tell him it's from me.

Why are you here? Why aren't you
in the Sierra Madre with the others?

Why?

Halt!

Captain! Captain!

"I no longer drink, Englishman.
Jos� Dolores"

Now we must realize, gentlemen, that if we are
to succeed in eliminating Jos� Dolores,

it's not because we're better
or braver than he is.

It's simply because we have more
arms and more men than he has.

And we must also realize that the
soldier either fights to earn his pay...

or because his country forces
him to do so.

But the guerrilla, on the other hand,
fights for an idea.

And therefore he's able to produce
20, 30, 50 times as much.

- Is that clear?
- No, Sir William, I don't agree.

No?

Well, I think it's a rather
simple calculation.

What does a guerrilla have to lose,
except his life?

Whereas you, General, have
a lot to lose.

Wife, children, house,
career, savings...

personal pleasures and
private aspirations...

and it's nothing to be ashamed
of, that's simply the way of it.

Now, according to your information,

Jos� Dolores has less than some
hundreds of men, few arms...

very little ammunition and
no equipment.

But you have thousands of soldiers
and modern arms and equipment.

And yet, in six years,
you've not been able to defeat him.

Why?

Because their bases are here...

on the Sierra Madre.

And on the Sierra Madre,
there's no possibility of survival.

There's not a tree, not
a blade of grass...

and the only animals
are vipers and scorpions.

And yet, in the last six years it is here
that the guerrillas have made their headquarters.

You see, up here
on the peaks of these mountains

there are a handful of small villages.

And these people are destitute
with subhuman living standards...

and they haven't anything
to lose, either.

The guerrillas are their only hope.

One, two...

and three.

Now these villages are the roots
on which the guerrillas survive.

They must be cut.

They came out from the fire, naked...

covered with flames...

like devils, not human beings.

This is where they've crossed the river.

In the marshes in the Sierra Trinidad.

Now they're here.

There are five villages in
this area.

Five.

Tomorrow we start again.

You well know that it is not we
who are responsible for this tragedy.

It is Jos� Dolores who wanted this war.

But the government promises you
that the war will end soon.

Peace will come.

And order will again be established.
And you will be able to go back...

to your houses and to your work.
Have faith a little longer.

We will do everything possible...

to alleviate your suffering.

I beg you, my fellow citizens,
listen to me.

Believe me. Trust us.

And now, bread will be
distributed to you...

offered personally by President
Sanchez. Stay in your places!

Bread! Bread!

Bread! Bread!

- It's dangerous!
- No! Don't shoot. Don't shoot!

General, I want you to take back
the effective command of our army.

From now on, you will consult personally
with me on every decision concerning the war...

and any possibility of peace.

And Sir William Walker?

- He'll go back to England.- But the
Royal Sugar Company, Mr. President.

The Royal Sugar was supposed
to help our independence, General...

- and not the other way around.
- There's always Jos� Dolores.

Who knows?

If there hadn't been a Royal Sugar,
would there have been a Jos� Dolores?

Who knows, General?

Come in.

Hello, Teddy

You wanted to talk to me?

Sir William Walker, in the name
of the Government of Queimada...

Mr. Teddy Sanchez,
in the name of the people of Queimada...

I declare you under arrest.

I think we've said all there
is to say.

Citizens of Queimada, the special
military tribunal has decreed...

that Ex-President Teddy Sanchez
is guilty of high treason.

Citizens, it is your duty to declare
your allegiance to the new government...

to our heroic army,
and to the soldiers of England...

who have so generously come to our aid.

Citizens of Queimada, the bandits of
Jos� Dolores will be annihilated.

Peace will return to our
beloved country.

Signed, General Alfonso Prada,
head of the provisional government.

Go forward!

Charge!

Aim!

Fire!

Keep your hands up!

How many have you counted?

Sixteen, with this one.
I don't think there are anymore.

Must have been their rear guard.
Let's go down and have a look.

So there are no more plantations,
they're all burnt to the ground.

- They'll rise again.
- In 10 years, Sir William.

Well, you have another 89 years
to exploit them. Renewable.

Doesn't your contract specify that?

Your contract specifies
that you are to defend our interests.

Instead, you're destroying them.

Well, that's the logic of profit, isn't it,
my dear Shelton?

One builds to make money.

And to go on making it

or to make more,
sometimes it's necessary to destroy.

Yes, I think perhaps it's inevitable.

Then why didn't you say so before?

- Well, why didn't I say what?
- Where is it going to end?

As I told you...

with the end of Jos� Dolores.

At this price, it's no longer
profitable.

It isn't you who pays, or even
Royal Sugar.

Do you remember him?
There is Tinchin too,
one of the old ones.

- But there is no Jos� Dolores.
- And you're sorry?

No. I wouldn't want to find him
like this.

Well, you might have thought
of that before.

No, I say, as long as Jos� Dolores
lives, I have work, and good pay.

Is it not the same for you?

No, on the contrary,
I work for an overall sum.

- I must report to London.
- Do that, Mr. Shelton.

- I'll tell them how things are.
- Yes, I hope so.

I'll have to inform them that the
island has been completely burnt...

and Jos� Dolores has once again
broken through the encirclement.

Tell them that, Mr. Shelton.

And tell them also that you
make me sick..

Sir William!

Do you know why this island
is called Queimada?

Because it was already burnt once,
and do you know why?

Because even then, it was the only way
to conquer the resistance of the people.

And after that, the Portuguese exploited
the island in peace, for nearly 300 years.

Yes, but I was merely trying...

You know that fire can't cross the sea
because it goes out.

But certain news, certain ideas
travel by ships' crews.

Have you any idea how many islands there
are on which Royal Sugar has concessions?

You should know.

And have you the vaguest notion
of what would happen to our employers...

if the example of Jos� Dolores
reached those islands?

Sir?

Mr. Shelton, I...

I don't know, I'm not just quite
sure what I'm doing here.

Money is important, but then
my salary is small...

compared to yours. Therefore,
it's less important.

I'm also not sure just why
I do what I'm doing.

Perhaps it's only for the pleasure of it.
Or perhaps I'm unable to do anything else.

Perhaps I've nothing else to do, but
I do know that
whenever I try to do something...

I try to do it well.

And to see it clearly and
through to the end.

Do you understand?

Bugler!

Bugler's here, Sir William.

Bugler, sound your cease-fire.

There, that's Jos� Dolores.

At the bottom where the
soldiers are running.

- Do you see him?. - Yes.
- A fine specimen, isn't he?

You know, it's an exemplary story.
In the beginning he was nothing.

A porter, a water carrier.

And England makes him a
revolutionary leader...

and when he no longer serves her,
he's put aside. And when he rebels again...

more or less in the name of those same
ideals which England's taught him...

England decides to eliminate him.

Don't you think that's a small
masterpiece?

- And you're the author, Sir William.
- No, only the instrument.

No, it is not true that
fire destroys everything.

A little life always remains.

Just an ant, a blade
of grass...

So how come the white invaders win?

How come they win in the end?

Someone of us will always remain.

Still others will be born later.
And others too will begin to understand.

In the end, you also will understand.

And the whites, in the end,
will be maddened by you.

Madder than a white beast becomes
when he finds he's closed in...

and the mad beast will run for the last time,
pursued and hunted all over the island.

till he falls into one
of the great fires...

that he himself has made.

And the groans from this
dying beast...

will become our first cry
of freedom.

One that will be heard far,
far beyond this island.

Come on, get ready, we're
going back.

It was unavoidable, Jos�.

Thanks to heaven
that you and I remained alive.

You know, it's inevitable that someone has
to lose. In this case, it was inevitably you.

Otherwise, how could I have won?

I see that you've lost everything,
including your power of speech.

Tie him up!

I see you don't drink anymore, do you?
Are you sure you're not thirsty?

I'd think your throat would be dry
from all that talking all day.

I see no reason for you to walk.

You can remain silent even
on horseback.

Soldier, give the prisoner your horse!

We must go, General.

What are you waiting for?
Go and get him!

Now, listen to me, you black ape!

Listen to me. It wasn't I that
invented this war.

And furthermore, in this case,
I didn't even start it.

I arrived here and you were
already butchering one another

Thank you. But, anyway, sooner or
later, they are going to kill me.

Maybe not, General.
Maybe they will let you live.

If they let me live
it means it is convenient for them.

And if it's convenient for them,
it is convenient for me to die.

Why?

Because the hunter lets
the hawk live...

only when he wants a decoy

or to hunt in his place. He's
kept alive, but in a cage.

But then, after a while,
maybe they will free you.

No, little soldier.
It doesn't work like that.

If a man gives you freedom,
it is not freedom.

Freedom is something you...

you alone, must take.
Do you understand?

Well, you will one day, because you've
already started to think about it.

Well, all that remains now
is to settle what to do with him.

Well, let's see...

we certainly can't use the garote.
It's too reminiscent of Portugal.

Either we shoot him,
as we did Teddy Sanchez...

or we hang him as you do in England.

All things considered, hanging
is better. It's more solemn.

- More definite.
- Right.

Right.

But you see the man that fights
for an idea is a hero.

And a hero who is killed
becomes a martyr...

and a martyr immediately
becomes a myth.

A myth is more dangerous than a man
because you can't kill a myth.

Don't you agree, Shelton?

I mean, think of his ghost
running through the Antilles.

Think of the legends and the songs.

- Better songs than armies.
- Better silence than songs.

And that is?

A hero that betrays is soon
forgotten.

Well, we'll have to see
if he's willing to betray.

Well, now let's see,
against whom did Jos� Dolores rebel?

Against Teddy Sanchez.

And you, General,
have eliminated Teddy Sanchez.

Now that... I think that gives
you a position in common.

See, there's the beginning of a
rationale which I think Jos� Dolores...

could make public without
too much shame.

- Do you think he will do it?
- Would you do it in his place?

Me? For God's sake, Sir William.
I would do anything to stay alive.

But, Jos� Dolores...

You can't tell what a man
will do to stay alive.

Until you put him to the test,
you'll really never know.

Yes, as long as he leaves Queimada.

And the Antilles, General.

And the Antilles, Mr. Shelton.

Will you see to it?

I finished, General.
This is your duty.

He started to laugh.

There'll be another martyr,
Sir William.

But you, you were waiting for me?

I was going to bed.

I used every argument possible and
I offered him a great deal of money...

and his freedom, of course.

Sir William?

Do you see, Paco?

This is how they do it.

I'll take you outside the camp
and you can take my horse.

I'll see to it that they don't
find out until it's too late.

All right, come on.

But Jos�...

You lose nothing, Jos�.
You renounce nothing.

I ask nothing from you.

Only that you try not to be
caught again.

Now, come on, you haven't
much time.

My God, man, go! Your time's
running out. Come on, you're free!

Jos�, you're free.
Free. Don't you understand?

Why?

What good does it do? What
meaning does it have, Jos�?

Is it a revenge of some sort?

But what kind of revenge is it,
if you're dead?

I don't know, Jos�!

It just seems madness.

Why?

Englishman!

Remember what you said?

Civilization belongs to whites.

But what civilization?
And till when?

Your bag, sir?

Your bag?

The end