Even the Rain Page #3

which builds our cities

and even our churches.

Gold finances our conquests

in far distant parts

and so the great wheel

of commerce turns.

Not one of us is untouched

by Indian sweat,

least of all His Majesty

and his bishops!

As a priest, I must follow

Gospel imperatives,

the first of which

is to preach the truth.

I am the voice of Christ

in the desert of this island,

and you are in mortal sin!

What's he saying? This man's gone mad!

You live in sin, and you die in it!

Why?

Because of the cruel tyranny

you impose on these innocents!

Tell me by what right

and with what justice

you keep these Indians

in such cruel, horrible slavery.

They were living peacefully

on their land!

This is outrageous!

By what authority have you

waged such terrible war on them?

By what right do you keep them so

oppressed, starved, and exhausted?

They're dying because of you.

Or rather, you murder them!

What a disgrace! This is intolerable!

How can you be so asleep?

How can you be so deep inside

that lethargic dream?

Look into the Indians' eyes.

Are these not men?

Do they not have rational souls?

Are you not obliged

to love them as yourselves?

Who do you think you are?

Your sermon today

has called into question

my authority and that of the King.

You know that the Indian concessions

are all legal.

I demand an official retraction,

Father Montesinos.

The truth has many enemies.

The lie has many friends.

This is a capital offense!

Hang the traitor! Burn him!

Montesinos, go back to Spain

before we cut out your tongue!

Very good.

He goes right for them, doesn't he?

Yes, this man never retracted.

No, the next Saturday,

he preached the same sermon.

He continued denouncing them like

that for years until they killed him.

In Venezuela.

Yes, he was the first voice

of conscience against an empire.

Like that,

from a little church like this.

-Okay?

-Yes.

To the dressing room.

Great.

-Great.

-You can continue.

They sell our rivers against our will.

They sell our wells, our lakes...

and even the rain

that falls on our heads!

By law!

Friends, it's incredible!

They don't allow us to collect

the water that falls from the rain,

by law!

And who takes even the rain?

A company whose owners

are in London and California.

Friends, what are they

going to steal next?

The vapor from our breath?

The sweat from our brow?

All they'll get from me is piss!

Take it easy, comrades!

Take it easy, comrades...

Costa, they say that they want

to mobilize thousands.

-So?

-From the countryside...

...from the city, the unions.

People are furious.

No wonder, they're taking their water.

They're taking their water.

-Enough.

-Imagine a documentary about this.

Costa, let me do it.

No, I'm not spending another penny.

Costa, they're going to raise hell.

And if we don't tell the story, we're

going to let a great chance escape.

I said no! I'm not a f***ing NGO!

This story has nothing to do with me.

But you're in the middle of it!

Come in.

Sh*t, the big boss himself.

Told you need a hand with this.

You?

Come in, come in.

No one else dares enter the ogre's den.

It's me, again.

I've tried all the numbers.

There's no way I can contact you.

What's wrong?

Don't the kids have my number?

And the little one?

Call me.

F***ing machines.

You got a family?

Yes, a boy of 14.

What's he like?

Well, to be honest, I have no idea.

He lives with his mother.

This business fucks up families.

Here.

Something wrong, Antn?

My bloody head!

I can't remember the f***ing beginning.

Start at the beginning.

"They are so nave --"

They are so nave

and generous with what they have

that they never refuse anything.

Whatever they have, if you ask them

for it, they will give it to you,

inviting the person

to share it with them.

I have still not found out

if they have private property.

With just 50 men,

you could subdue them

and make them do whatever you want.

Whatever you want.

-On the first --

-On the first island I found...

...I took several by force.

Your Majesties will see

that I will give you all the gold you

desire in exchange for a little help.

Besides spices and cotton,

there are slaves,

as many as you require.

All of Christendom should be joyful

and solemnly thank the Holy Trinity

for having converted so many souls

to the holy faith,

and for the countless material benefits

this will bring us,

since not only Spain,

but all of Christendom

will enjoy solace and profit.

No wonder you can't remember it.

No one talks like that.

That is exactly the first letter

Columbus sent from the New World

to the Spanish Crown.

That's why Sebastin

is so faithful to the text.

I don't know if it'll work.

It's a little risky, but I like it.

But if he'd just

give me some space to present

the man, with his doubts,

his anxieties...

Tell him.

-Why do you drink so much, Antn?

-Because I'm always...

very... very thirsty.

But can you get through this?

We are screwed without you.

It's great to feel needed.

Look at the size of it.

-Can we go on board?

-We'll ask Costa.

Hi, there.

They really had to fill these

with gold dust?

Seems so.

Daniel, I saw you in a demonstration

with the police.

Do you realize that if something

happens to you, we're f***ed?

Without you, we can't finish the film.

Can you not keep out of this?

Just three weeks.

Excuse me.

Yes?

The money men.

They saw the rushes,

and they say you're great.

Very good.

Daniel, we're going to make

a fantastic film, you'll see.

No, really.

Sebastin is preparing

some amazing scenes --

hundreds of guys in the ravine

panning for gold.

F***ing epic, and you're there!

You're there, man!

What?

Two f***ing dollars, right?

And they're happy.

I worked in the States for two years

in construction.

I know this story.

Belen, leave that.

Come on.

-We're not going on the boat?

-We have to go home.

Come on, come on. Stay in line.

Move.

Captain...

What's this?

Do you think I'm stupid?

Are you trying to fool me?

Nothing here but sand.

Speak like a Christian!

I don't understand you!

This is sand.

Have him clipped.

Next.

There's not enough here.

There isn't enough.

A lot of sand.

Come on, take him away to be clipped.

Father! Father!

You, come on!

-Well done, kid, you were great.

-Thank you.

-Happy?

-Yes.

Thank you.

-Young lady, well done.

-Thank you.

You've got talent.

A scene to be proud of.

I hope they're paying you

like they should.

Paying me a lot more than the extras.

More than the extras? My God!

Do you want to know

what they're paying me?

-What?

-Two million bolivanos.

Wow.

-Dad!

-Hello.

I've just seen the scene in the jungle.

It was very interesting, yes.

It was sad but interesting.

I really liked it.

It isn't real, but it's lovely.

-You liked it?

-Yes, a lot.

I owe you an apology.

Help!

Help!

It's a horrific choice...

heartbreaking.

You can't bear the idea

that the dogs will eat the babies.

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