Captain from Castile Page #7

He says you must turn back.

Leave this country now.

Tell the ambassador

that Castilians are never tired...

and that we're well able to meet and dispose of

any dangers that lie ahead of us.

Yes, milord.

- You. Pedro de Vargas.

- Yes, sir.

- Come with me. Captain Alvarado.

- Yes, sir.

Have this treasure moved to the temple

we're using as a guardhouse.

Yes, sir.

De Vargas, I promised you

an opportunity to win promotion.

- I'm now giving you that opportunity.

- Thank you, sir.

- He's crazy!

- He's not only drunk, he's crazy!

- Stop him!

- Take aim, Sanchez.

Blast you, Garcia,

I'll not have my men murdered by a maniac.

One, two, three!

Oh, put down that knife, you fool.

Don't make me have to kill you.

- Slobbering over the torture

of women and children.

- Four, five...

six, seven

- Burn my mother at the stake, will ya?

- Eight!

- Come on, you fiends!

- Nine!You fool!You can't stop a steel bolt.

- Ready, Sanchez?

- Yes, sir.

- Ten!

- Don't do it.

- Vargas!

- Vargas!

Juan.

Juan, don't you know me?

It's Pedro, your friend.

Look to yourself, dog.

You're not de Silva.

Why, you're

I knew I could count on you, lad.

These dogs.

They'll not burn my mother.

I'll kill her

with my own hands first.

These are your friends, Juan.

Your friends.

Friends?

Phew!Holy saints, that was close!

I'm grateful to you, de Vargas.

Would've been a shame to kill him,

but what could I do? He was bent on murder.

- Douse him with a pail of water.

- No, sir.

It would be better

to let him sleep it off.

A word, seores. You've all known Juan Garcia

as a sober man and a good friend.

Will you do him and me the favor

to keep this to yourselves?

It would be a poor thing

if we couldn't do that for old Bull.

And, gentlemen,

not a word about me in this either.

- I left my post to come here.

- Well, you get back there quickly.

And I'll cut the ears off

of anybody who talks.

- Thank you, sir.

- I'll stay here with him, seor.

Good. Put a bucket of water beside him.

He'll be on fire when he wakes up.

Yes, sir.

You, Jose, go get him

a bucket of water.

- All quiet?

- Not a sound.

Gracias.

Since when have you taken the liberty

of opening those chests?

Be good enough

to hand over those gems.

- I don't have them, sir.

- Where are they?

I don't know, sir.

They're gone.

I went out of my way to give you

an opportunity for advancement, de Vargas.

I, uh

I had just discovered

that the lock was broken, sir.

The fact is, I left my post

and had just returned

You, the son of Francisco de Vargas,

disobeyed orders, deserted your post?

Juan Garcia was ill, sir.

They sent for me.

So a soldier in charge of

an important post walks off at his pleasure...

to hold the hand of a sick friend.

Very charitable.

We'll deal with that in its place.

What were your two guards doing?

Were they off for a stroll too?

Or are you suggesting

they rifled the chest?

- No, sir. I locked the door myself when I went out.

- Heaven give me patience.

Do you expect me to believe someone

walked through solid masonry into this room?

Now hand over those gems.

Don't force me to have you stripped.

- Whoever took the gems, sir, came

through that door in the wall.

- What door? I see no door!

One moment, sir.

By your leave.

When I came back it was ajar.

By my faith, de Vargas,

I misjudged you.

You're even a poor liar.

I'm not lying, sir.

On my honor, there's a door here somewhere.

Don't speak to me of honor.

Consider yourself under arrest. Guard!

Look, sir!

Bless my soul.

Hmm.

And I had a door built.

- Where's the lock to this chest?

- Right here.

That's odd.

This has been filed.

The Indians have no steel.

It must have been one of our own men.

I should hate to see you hang,

de Vargas...

but I have no doubt that will be the decision

of my captains, unless these gems are recovered.

I'll give you until this hour tomorrow

to recover them.

You're relieved of your duty.

Yes, sir.

Guard. Call additional men

to move these chests to my quarters.

S, seor.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, my head. Oh!Oh!

Oh, my poor head.

Oh.

- Botello. What happened?

- What misery.

- I'm lucky to even be alive. Oh, my poor head.

- But what happened?

- You won't tell on me, Pedro, lad?

- Of course not.

I was just taking a stroll

with one of the Indian ladies.

Ugly as sin, of course.

Color of mud.

But charming, dear boy.

Charming.

You know the penalty

for touching an Indian.

Now, now, Pedro. You know orders

don't apply to a cockroach like me.

- Did she hit you?

- Oh, no. WeWe were just

out here, under the trees...

when suddenly two men

I could swear they were Castilians

came right through the wall of the temple

and not a door in sight.

- Just ran right out and hit me.

- Two men. Who were they?

I was paying no attention.

Trying to save her soul I was,

may the saints credit it to me.

- Well, did you see which way the men went?

- Yes. That way.

The devil's curse on them.

Oh, my poor head.

- The road to Villa Rica and the coast.

- And welcome they are to it.

You won't tell on me, Pedro, lad?

No, not a word.

- Not a word out of you either.

- No.

- Can you make it home all right?

- I think so.

And the upshot of it is that we sail at dawn.

We could stand more water

and supplies. It's a long stretch to Cuba.

Believe me, gentlemen.

A lame goat takes no siesta.

If something's to be done, do it.

- Right. Then we sail with the dawn wind.

- Now listen, men.

You all know that everyone

who follows Cortez...

is going to be in great trouble

with the governor of Cuba.

Especially when he finds out

that Cortez is...

planning to cheat him out of

his share of the treasure...

turn it all over to His Majesty,

the ruler of Spain.

Our only chance

is to get back to Cuba now...

tell the governor

what's going on here...

let him see we're his friends...

and get our reward.

Corio, this is the wisest decision

you've ever made.

- You've got the gems with you.

- Unfortunately, no.

No? What about

the secret door to the temple?

Pedro de Vargas was on guard,

and we couldn't get him away from his post.

We even got his friend

Juan Garcia drunk and sent for him...

- but hehe wouldn't budge.

- We didn't want to risk the whole

project for a few trinkets.

What difference does it make anyway,

as long as we get the whole cargo in the end?

Just this:
The governor of Cuba

will get it, not us.

Don't worry about your share, Corio.

I'll see that every man

on this ship gets a double share.

Ho! What are you doing there?

Who is this man?

I caught him eavesdropping!

Pedro de Vargas.

Let me have the handling of him!

Before you let these men kill me,

ask them to tell you...

what they did with the gems they took

from the treasure chest tonight.

- Stand aside.

- Hold your tongue!

- What did you say, de Vargas?

- Trust one of Cortez's spies to lie.

Wait a minute!

What makes you say they got the gems?

Because they did get me

to leave my post.

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