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to the Pacific, isn't paying you

what they should. To put it bluntly,

he's exploiting you and the country.

- Shame, shame.

Why are you telling me this?

We propose to start a new company

and make you an even better offer.

But first you must revoke VanderbiIt's

license and grant us one.

Vanderbilt has not been paying me

what he owes me? - Absolutely.

That is inexcusable.

- No doubt.

But we mustn't forget that without him

we wouldn't be here today.

True. Whatever good fortune we have,

we owe it to him.

Not only that, but he would be

a terrible man to cross.

I hardly think,

gentlemen,

that Commodore Vanderbilt

is responsible for my...

our great victories in the field.

May I have a word with you,

William? I mean, Mr. President?

Certainly, Byron. Anything you wish

to say, you may say here.

Walker doesn't resort

to whispers and subterfuge.

Our great victories

notwithstanding, William,

we're utterly dependent on Vanderbilt.

His ships provide us with money,

munitions, medicine, and men.

We cannot risk

incurring his displeasure.

Traitor, traitor!

Gentlemen,

as granted by our constitution,

I have the authority and autonomy

to do whatever I want. Don't l?

Don't l? - Yes, Mr. President.

- Don't l?

Don't l?

Yes, you do.

I will not be betrayed by a man

as vulgar and insidious as Vanderbilt.

I will, therefore, revoke his permit.

I will commandeer his vessels.

They are now the property

of the Republic of Nicaragua.

You cannot be serious.

- D'you wanna bet? - President Walker,

it might be better to use

more diplomacy instead of force.

For you, perhaps, but not for me.

Excuse me. I have work.

Forgive me, but your work is here.

Sir, come back here!

I've had it with you foreign weasels.

You have the nerve to come here,

barely speaking the language,

taking our jobs and women. Take that!

I can't help noticing, sir,

during the time I've spent with you,

that you've betrayed your principles,

all the men who supported you...

May I ask why?

No, you may not.

I'm still not clear

on what exactly are your aims?

The ends justify the means.

- What are the ends?

I can't remember.

You two scumbags went behind my back

and cut into my action.

Nobody does that!

Do you understand?

Nobody fucks with Vanderbilt!

We can surely reach an acommodation.

We are all civilized men.

Civilized men?

From now on,

you'll be shoveling sh*t.

And if your mouths aren't too full,

you'll thank me for the privilege.

That's how civilized I think you are.

You've not only betrayed

the Commodore,

you've betrayed yourselves, by putting

faith in that extremist Walker.

You've upset the Commodore.

What were you thinking of? Did you

think this madman was in charge?

Of course not.

- Get out of here. Both of you.

What about Walker?

No one will remember Walker.

No one will remember men who lose.

Look at that fat cat Walker.

Strutting about as if he was a king.

One thing he didn't know:

it's Vanderbilt running the show.

If he ever pulls the plug,

we'll be up to our necks in sh*t.

What have I got, Doctor?

It's cholera.

"What means this shouting? I fear the

people choose Caesar as their king."

Why man...

That's mine.

"Another general shout."

"l do believe that these are for some

new honors heaped on Caesar ". - "Why,

he doth bestride the narrow world

like a Colossus." - Get the donkey!

"And we petty men

walk under his huge legs

and peep about to find ourselves..."

Where are you going?

We are in crisis. We must talk.

- Can't you wait until intermission?

The men are going mad, defacing the

cathedral, stealing artifacts.

The priests must take their chances.

It's war. - The men are the future.

No, they are not.

- Are you alright, sir?

Vanderbilt has diverted his ships

for Panama, cut off our supplies.

We have no new recruits,

no money...

You have lost control

of every major Nicaraguan town.

Rubbish! It's nonsense.

Pure, unadulterated horseshit!

Food!

- Booze!

Money!

- Justice!

Food, booze, money, justice!

What?

- You are a disgrace! - I am?

All this is a disgrace, Your Worship!

- You are stripped of your rank.

Stay as a private, or leave.

Hey, private this, Willie!

Anderson.

Give me his medals. I want them.

Mother never liked you anyway.

He thinks too much.

Such men are dangerous.

Men,

I have a solution to our problems.

Slavery.

Yes!

What do you mean?

We don't need no slaves.

- Only money and weapons.

And medicine.

- Silence!

We will introduce slavery here.

The South will rally to our cause.

There were rumors that neighboring

countries had invaded Nicaragua.

Walker sent out agents

to see if this was true.

None of the agents returned.

"The lndian of Nicaragua, being

faithful, docile, capable of labor,

approaches the Negroes of the U.S.

The lndian is more submissive

towards the ruling race

then the American Negro

to his master.

The benefits of slavery in Nicaragua

would therefore be two-fold:

it will furnish certain labor

for agriculture,

and the racial separation will destroy

disorder caused by the half-castes."

"The battle of Rivas,

June 29th, 1855.

Not more than a dozen went out

to drive away upward 100.

Their charge

swept the enemy completely away.

There was no thought of rank.

Each one went forth with his revolver,

acting like a true man in the fray.

Never have I seen such brave men

assembled under one banner.

God bless them all."

I have studied with the best

and you want to teach me tactics?

Bruno and the Germans,

they have a vision.

Always be a straight-shooter, James.

I like the sound of that.

I must speak with you.

I don't understand.

- No time. - You speak...

I have spoken to you in many ways,

but you have not heard me.

But now, you must, William.

Everything depends on it.

Did you see this?

I beg you, please.

If we have a lot of death,

we will have a revolution. We must not

have that if we are to survive.

We are both aristocrats.

I am not an aristocrat, I'm

a social democrat. What's with you?

I only want what's best for Nicaragua.

I'm surprised at you.

Leave me, I've important work to do.

- Are you sure of that?

Absolutely. And shut the door

on your way out. - Okay.

Yrena, what are you doing? Bruno!

Instruct the men to burn the town.

You men,

remove the colonel's brother's body.

Mr. President.

It's been a long time, Doctor.

- It doesn't seem like it.

Granada has been put to the torch.

How many have we lost?

- Nearly all, sir.

We must leave immediately.

I will speak to my men one last time.

- lmmediately! - I insist, Major.

Immortals, attention!

Unless man believes there's something

great to do, he can do nothing great.

A great idea springs up in his soul,

agitates his entire being,

transports him from the present

and lets him feel the future.

Reduced to our present position,

by the cowardice of some,

the incapacity of others,

and the treachery of many,

we are writing a page in history

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