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Save you all. My name is Francisco Pizarro.

I'm a bastard and a soldier of Spain.

Once the world could have had me for a petty farm...

two rocky fields and a "señor" to my name. But the world said no.

Said no and said no.

Well now the world is going to remember me.

It is quite plain, your Majesty, that the petitioner Francisco Pizarro...

has suffered great hardships in his search for this kingdom of gold.

It is also evident that he is a man of great endurance. On his first voyage he took

with him 60 men and returned with 34. On his second voyage he took with him

80 men and returned with 12. - All very admirable no doubt but how many

such voyages can Spain afford? How much more Spanish blood must be wasted

in this quest for a land that no one knows really exists?

What books have you read that make mention of this kingdom of gold? Name them.

Your majesty, I cannot read or write.

But I say it's there.

You petition from the Crown exclusive rights to explore and Governor as Viceroy

all territory south of Mexico. An explorer is not simply a vagabond.

An explorer makes discoveries. What in your time have you ever discovered?

These golden trinkets could have been cast in Seville. These maps you have drawn can

be bought by the dozen in any street bazaar.

And this Indian savage... Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior -

is already converted.

You have been a good soldier. The Crown remembers its faithful.

Why not forget these grandiose schemes and return to Trujillo where you can live in comfort?

You will be granted a modest pension. - All my life fighting for Spain

and the cross. Is this how it ends?

There are other petitioners awaiting an audience, Your Majesty. - Your Majesty...

your Vedor questions why so many men died on my past voyages

and yet I always survived. Well, that's no accident.

Not in a land where by day the sun boils the marrow in your bones

and by night freezes the water in your kidneys.

When the food runs out, you've had alligators for crawfish,

jaguars for the price of snakes. At nights, vampire bats can suck out your lifeblood.

But Your Majesty, beyond these gates of hell lies the kingdom of gold,

of gold, your Majesty. Who would you trust

to make a journey through hell? A scholar, a saint,

or a soldier who has fought with death from Africa to the Indies?

Your capacity for survival is not in question. But you are a dreamer.

If you would accomplish something, my loyal subject, you must be something.

Your Majesty, your court is filled with cold, precise,

perfect men. They're all something. But they dare not dream

for fear of making a mistake. So they do nothing!

What I ask you Your Majesty is how long can Spain endure doing nothing?

Make note the petitioner, Francisco Pizarro, is granted, providing

he finds his own means to finance this expedition. The Crown will retain one-fifth of all he discovers

but will give him no ships, no men, no money.

Amendment, Crown does grant the services of two priests

to bring the mercy of Jesus Christ and the words of his holy gospel to all creatures whom the petitioner encounters.

I would like to be your page sir! I know Latin sir, 300 words. And I can write 600 words in Spanish.

A soldier doesn't need any of that, boy. – Well, I can keep your charts for you, sir.

- What's your name, boy? - Martin, sir.

You are the huntsmen of God. The weapons you draw are sacred.

Oh God, show us our way to beat the savage out of these dark forests

onto the broad plain of thy grace. - You will bring to all tribes the nourishment of pity.

Took me a year to raise this army.

Gentlemen, cutthroats, mercenaries, and priests.

Don't think we go merely to destroy.

And for all my promises, my promises of gold, I couldn't have done it without the Cavalier.

my friend the Cavalier do Soto.

He who helps me lift this dark man into light, I absolve of all crime

he ever committed! Go then and be blessed.

In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

You had word of my coming. You should not have allowed anyone to be blessed before me!

Your pardon, Vedor. I do not understand matters of before and after.

That is evident. General, on this expedition, my name is the law. It is spoken with the king's authority.

Your pardon, Vedor. On this expedition, my name is the law. There'll be no other.

In matters military. - In all matters.

Pizarro, in the name of Spain our holy country, I appoint you a second in command to me,

subject only to me.

- Adelante! - Yes, General.

You will do well not to incur my disfavor. In the eyes of the Crown, you are still an adventurer.

Take up your banners!

March!

PERU SPRING 1530

Hey, you brownie. - Gently, you'll get nothing from him in terror.

Well, let's see. - Put up your knife!

Talk to him. - We want gold!

He has no gold.

All was taken by the great king in his war. - What king?

Holy Atahualpa Inca over Earth and Sky. His kingdom is the widest in the world.

How wide?

A man can run in it everyday for a year. – Poor savage trying to impress us with his little tribe.

I think we found more than a little tribe, Vidor.

Who's this king, who did he fight?

Holy Atahualpa. His father, the great Inca Hiayana, grew two sons.

Huascar by a wife, Atahualpa by not-wife.

At his death he cut the kingdom in two for them, but Atahualpa wanted all.

So he made war and captured his brother. Now he is Lord of Earth and Sky.

And he is the bastard? Answer.

Atahualpa is the bastard?

He is the son of the sun. He needs no wedded mother. He is God.

God? - God.

Oh, my brothers! Where have we come? This is the land of Antichrist.

We must take each Indian and work to shift his soul.

The cross will save you. Stay him.

Repeat! Jesus Christ - Inca.

Jesus Christ - Inca! - Jesus Christ - Inca.

He's a god all right, they're scared to hell of him. And a bastard too!

That's civil war, bastards against bastards!

We have a surprise for him. - You hear that, Inca god? You're not gonna like that because

we've got a God worth 1,000 of yours, a gentle god

with gentle priests,

and a couple of great big cannons to blow you out of the sky!

He knows we're here. - How can he?

His messengers run light and dark over four great roads.

No one else may move on them. So he has eyes everywhere.

He sees you now. - Now?

Sentries changed? - I'm on my way to see to it now, sir.

Well, and what's your plan?

To go on until I'm stopped. – Admirable simplicity.

You have a better? Obvious they're not ready to kill us. - Why?

What if it's a more refined wickedness they're planning. I'm sure the crown can guess it as soon as the army.

Sir, I know your birth has not fitted you for much civility, but remember, in me speaks your king.

Go and write to him.

Set down more about my unfitness in your report. Then show it to the vultures.

Listen to them! There's the world. Eagle rips the condor, that condor rips the crow.

Crow would blind all the eagles in the sky at once if he had the beak to do it.

A wound from long ago... A knife to the bone a savage put it into me for life!

It troubles me at times, boy.

You'll stop before me with your wounds and your killing too. I wonder how you'll like that.

You watch me sir! - I will.

It's a soldier's job to deal in death. All your study will be how to kill them...

what scratches kill and what to cut. - But surely sir there's more to soldiering than that.

You mean honor, glory, tradition to the service? – Yes sir.

Listen boy, know something. Men cannot just stand as men in this world.

It's too big for them, they grow scared! They build themselves shelters

called army, church, court. They're not real, boy, they're not true, Martin. Do you see that?

No sir, not truthfully sir.

"No sir? Not truthfully sir?" Why must you be so young?

Army loyalty is blasphemy. The world of soldiers

is a yard of ungrowable children. They wear ribbons. They make up ceremonies

just to keep up the rest of the world.

They count up the number of the blue dead and the green dead and they call that the history, boy.

That's just the flower the bandit carves on his knife

before he plunges it into your side!

Martin, I've had a life of it.

I tell you: it's nothing but a game played by brutes

to give themselves a reason.

Help me up, will you?

Is it better sir? - It's gone now, it's gone.

Don't ever trust me, boy. - Sir?

But if you must, never say I deceived you. Know me.

But I do sir! You are all I ever want to be.

I am nothing you could ever want to be.

The time ever came for you to harry me, I'd rip you soon as look at you.

Because you belong to them, Martin. - I belong to you sir.

You belong to hope, to faith. Dipping flags and ducking heads, laying hands

and licking rings. You're a worshipper,

a reveler. Born with your feet, before your knees.

It's you who make kings, generals, bishops.

If you trust me, I'll hurt you past believing.

I speak for Atahualpa Inca

Lord of the Four Quarters, King of the Earth and Sky.

I will speak with him. A king's man must always greet a king's man.

We bring greetings from King Carlos, Emperor of Spain and Austria.

We bring blessings from Jesus Christ, son of God.

We are sent from the son of God! He orders you to visit him.

Where is your king? - He rests. A great army rests with him.

It is not wise to raise his anger. - I said I came to give him blessing.

How can that raise his anger? - Why will you bless him?

He is a god, I am a god.

General. - Be silent, Father.

Where is your king? - In Cajamarca. Behind the great mountains.

- Perhaps they are too tall for you. - There isn't a hill in your whole country...

a Spaniard couldn't climb in full armor.

Must we march before we find him? - One life of Moon Mother.

A month. - For us, two weeks.

The way is clear! Let's have church on the last day!

Forward!

On your feet, soldiers!

Boy, play your drum!

The church will precede us. Father.

Here you. One shiver dooms the lot of us!

One yelp of fright, you'll never be heard of again!

We'll serve you like cattle pressed with a knife! Come on you cattle crash!

Take out the straw. Follow the big boy to his glory, ey!

We'll have an empire for a farm.

Give the order, General. - I know his orders: adelante!

We came for gold, Vedor. I promised you this kingdom.

Here it is. Didn't promise you life or eternal happiness!

So adelante!

I bring greeting from Atahualpa Inca -

King of the Earth and Sky.

Atahualpa god makes this space empty

for reason his people do not like strangers.

You must not go from here. Outside it is great anger.

This day and night God fasts. Tomorrow he will come with his soldiers here...

to look on you. - How many soldiers will he bring?

It is not for you to question. - My captain...

would like to know so that he may prepare his welcome. - Your captain gave word he is a god.

A god has no fear.

The army's encamped about two miles away. - There's nothing between the town and their camp.

Let's pay our respects! - No, we wait here, inside these walls.

No, it's a trick, a brownie trick. He's got us all marked for death. - It's the divine hand of providence, Vedor.

In what way, General, explain yourself. - One entrance, one exit.

Perfect ambush. - It's madness!

We're not fighting 10,000. One man.

Get him, the rest collapse.

Even if we can, they will kill every one of us to get him back. - With a knife at his throat?

What do worshipers do when you snatch their god?

Pray to you instead.

Then pray all. Disperse! Confess them, Fathers.

Battle orders, first light!

Brace up boy. It's what you came for, isn't it? Death and glory.

Yes, sir.

The devil is strong in me. I believe nothing or I believe too much.

I have denied God and placed my faith in my king. Oh Lord...

give me the courage to reconcile the two. If I should die tomorrow -

then let it be remembered that I seek nothing for myself. I want nothing for myself.

If I must take the life of others -

then let that spring from the corruption of my flesh. But oh God, keep my soul pure.

General. When we met the Inca priests on the mountains, you told them you were a god. Why did you say that?

I sent him news to amaze him. - I cannot condone blasphemy.

To conquer for Christ one can surely usurp his name for a night, Father.

No, not even for that. - Then I will recant at my next confession.

I'll remind you.

Where does the sun rest at night?

Nowhere. It's a heavenly body set by god to move around the world in perpetual motion.

- Do you know this? - All of Europe knows it.

What if they were wrong?

What if it settled here each evening in these great mountains?

A god laid down to sleep.

To a savage it must make a fine god. How fantastic that anyone on Earth should dare to say:

"It's my father up there. My father the sun."

Then I suppose I've had from God a dream every night. A brown king with glowing eyes spoiling the sun for a crown.

What does it mean? - I'm not skilled with dreams...

But the soothsayer would tell you: "The Inca's your enemy. Your dream's an emblem to increase your hate."

But I feel no enemy. - Oh sure you do...

No. Only of all the meetings I've ever made, this is the one I must pick.

But it's my death or new life.

I feel all my days had been a path to this one morning.

They're coming!

They're coming!

They're coming, sir. - Out of sight, boy.

Until the fighting sir? - No, all the time for you.

Oh no, sir! - Do as he says.

"Where is the god?" - I am a priest of God.

He doesn't want the priest, he wants the god. - Our God cannot be seen.

"I may see him." – No, he was killed by man and went into the sky.

I am the answer to all mysteries. Hark pagan while I expand!

First God created heaven and earth which the bad are punished with eternal suffering -

- and the good rewarded with life hereafter. And this God created man from dust -

and gave him a spiritual life which we called the soul.

No man is is free from sin, except our savior Jesus Christ.

He was killed and crucified on a wooden cross like the one you see here.

Now Jesus Christ by his own virtue rose from the dead -

- and 40 days later ascended into heaven where he sits, where he sits at the right hand of the Father.

He wished that his apostle Saint Peter be the prince of all his apostles -

and the successor as well as all other Christians. And that the Roman pontiffs, as we Christians call the Popes,

have the same power given to Saint Peter by God.

The Roman pontiff who now lives on earth understands that the people and nations of this kingdom -

ignore our creator their true God, and blindly worship idols and images -

in the shape of demons. Therefore, he has commanded our King Carlos V -

to bring all men to belief in the true God. In Christ's name I charge you -

declare yourself his willing vessel.

"By what power do you speak?" - By this the word of God!

God...

Francisco Pizarro, why do you stay your hand when Christ is insulted?

Let this Satan feel the power of your arm. I absolve you all, Santiago.

- Santiago! - Santiago!

Enough!

Enough! Enough!

This man is determined to resist our faith. It may not be possible to convert him.

Time, Father, give him time. – In time, their army will select a new Inca and wipe us out!

The real gold is in Cuzco. Let's wrap it while the country's asleep and before it wakes up.

The Inca civilization is centuries old. We stopped it in one night. With Atahualpa our prisoner,

nothing can happen to us. - What do we do with Atahualpa?

We can't take him with us. – People see him, they'll rise up to free him. We haven't enough men to keep a proper god. Now what does our viceroy say?

What are you waiting for? - Why haven't you spoken to him?

Your Highness...

I am Francisco Pizarro, General of Spain.

It's my honor to speak to you.

Would you not speak to me?

I am Atahualpa Capac.

Son of the Sun...

Son of the Moon...

Lord of the Four Quarters.

Why you not kneel?

Milord, I kneel only to my king.

Why you come here? - For God and king.

Spain has many things your country doesn't possess. - You wanted gold!

That's why you came here.

You have gold?

It is the sweat of the sun.

It belongs to me.

How much gold do you have?

Make me free.

I will fill this room! - It's not possible.

How long? - Two strikes...

of my Mother Moon.

No, you say no, why not?

You must swear to free me and you have no swear to give.

You're wrong, my Lord. - No!

It's in your face!

No swear. - I never broke my word.

I never promised you safety. If I had, you'd have it! – Francisco.

Refuse sir, you could never free him. - It'll never come to that. - It could. - Never.

Do you realize how much gold that would take? Even half would drown us in riches. - General, you could never give your word if you can't keep it.

Then I have to break it, it's the same case. - No it's not.

Oh god's wool on those niceties! He's offering more gold than any conqueror has ever seen. Alexander, Tamburlaine, who you please - I'm going to have it.

So at your age gold is no lodestone? - I promised my men gold, yes?

He stands between them and that gold. If I don't make this bargain he'll die. The men will demand it.

And what's it to you if he does die? - I want him alive. There's a meaning for meeting this man-god.

General be careful. I don't understand you in full but I do know this. What you do now cannot be undone.

Words my Cavalier, words that don't touch me.

This way the men will have their gold and I'll have him safe. That's enough for the present.

Now my Lord let us know what we say. You must strive to keep the peace.

You must not escape. You must not urge your men to help you.

So swear.

I swear.

Then I swear too.

You fill this room with gold, I set you free.

I think this man performs what he swears. Pray God we don't pay bitterly for it.

Atahualpa...speaks.

But this is the truth my Lord. This land belongs to Spain. Well, a few years ago a great call arose -

between the king of Spain and the king of Portugal.

Well Spain claimed this land because of Christopher Columbus, Portugal because of Vasco da Gama.

His Holiness, the Pope, acted as judge -

and he gave this land to Spain.

Who - the Pope.

He's mad. He gives away country are not his.

I find you wanting in honesty my Lord. A month is passed -

your room's not quarter full.

My kingdom is great.

Porters are slow.

You will see more gold before long.

The rumor is I shall see a rising before long.

In my kingdom not a leaf falls

without me.

If you no trust me, send to Cusco.

See how quiet my people sit.

You leave immediately with 20 men. – I will, General.

God is tied by his word like you.

But if he raised one nigh of one finger of one hand

- you would all die!

If you declare us false, both these will die before us.

They are my priests, these can die.

Mother of God, there's no confession possible for this man! - You cannot say that for certain, Father.

Satan has many forms and there sits one.

And it's you, priest, who stiffens him against me!

Tell me I'm only a simple priest. As an undoubted god, you'll live forever here on earth...

Here on earth where gods come one after another, young and young again -

to protect the people of the sun.

Then they go up to his great place in the sky at his will.

What if they are killed in battle? - If it is not the sun's time for them to go...

he will bring them back to life again at the next day's light.

How comforting. And has any Inca so returned? - No.

Curious. - This means only that all gods...

- have died in the sun's time. - Clever.

- No, true. – Tell me, how can the sun have a child?

How could your God have a child, since you say he has no body?

He is a spirit inside us. - Your God is inside you, how can this be?

Well they eat him.

First he become biscuit and then they eat him.

We have seen this. At praying you say, "This is the body of our god."

And then they drink his blood, is very bad.

Here in my empire we not eat man.

My family forbade it many years past.

You are being deliberately stupid!

Why you eat your god? To have his strength?

Yes.

But your God is weak. He fight with no man.

So he need killers to help him.

This is the devil's tongue! Beware, Pizarro. Give him the slack, he will destroy us all.

Father has great zeal.

Yeah, great zeal to see the devil in the poor dark man.

Not so poor, General. The man who is the soul of his kingdom.

Look hard, you'll find Satan here. Because here's a country -

which denies the right to hunger.

You call hunger a right. - 'Course, gives life meaning!

Look around you! Happiness has no feel for men here since they are forbidden unhappiness.

They have everything in common, so there's nothing to give each other, a pass of the seasons no more.

As indistinguishable as mules, as predictable as trees.

All men are born unequal and want is their birthright!

Atahualpa, I will not rest until I have brought you to the true god.

No it's not the truth!

Where is he?

Where is my father

Sun...

You see now only by his wish.

Looking to him...

he will darken your eyes forever.

Do not speak to me again of your God.

He is nowhere.

Milord, you shouldn't anger our holy men.

You promised me you wouldn't. - They are fools.

No, they're not fools. - You believe with them?

Look into me.

You do not believe with them. - You shouldn't say that to me.

You do not believe with them.

Their God is not in your face.

Oh, little finch

stole a grain

Seal your fate

oh, little finch

oh, the birds...

A harvest song -

for you.

For me?

Yes.

Robber birds?

Yes.

You're a robber bird yourself. - Yes, no! Explain!

You killed your brother to get the throne.

He was a fool. Atahualpa was a man, Vasca was a child.

He was the rightful king. - I was the rightful god!

My sky father shouted, "Raise up! Your brother is fixed

only to tend herds! You were born to tend my people."

So I killed him -

and land smiled.

That was my work long ago, tending herds.

Was not your work, you are warrior.

It's in your face. - You see much in my face.

I see...

my father.

You do me great honor.

Now speak the truth.

If in your home -

your brother was king -

and only fit for herds -

you would attack his crown?

- If I could. - And then you would kill him?

No...

If you could not keep crown -

for fear of his friends, unless you were dead,

then you would kill him.

Let me put to you another case:

I come to a country, I seize the crown -

but for fear of an uprising, I cannot keep the crown -

unless I kill the king.

What do I do?

It's only a game we play, milord, only a game.

Did you hate your brother?

He was ugly.

Putayama was his mother.

My mother was beautiful.

I didn't know my mother.

She wasn't married to my father.

He left me at the church door, at the priest's door -

where anybody could find me. In my village they say -

that I was suckled by a sow.

You are not then... - Legitimate?

No, milord.

No more than you. - So?

So.

To be born so is the sign of a great man.

I think it is.

Only most important man wearing this.

You must kneel to me.

I've never been so distinguished to myself.

Now you dance.

Over there. Come on.

Give it to me.

- Welcome back, sir. - Cavalier, Vedor, Candia, I'm glad to see you.

What's it like, is there trouble? - Very quiet and terrible. They're just standing in the fields for hundreds of miles...

waiting their god to come back. - If he does, they'll become fighters again.

Then it's us for the lime pit. – How is the general?

An altered man. No one's ever seen him so easy. He spends hours each day with the Inca. It seems they have -

more in common than their lowly birth.

The General's going to find it difficult when he has to do it. - Do what?

When he has to kill him. - He can't do that, not after a contract witnessed before the whole army.

You call this rabble an army? Most of them volunteered simply to be absolved of their previous crimes.

The General made his pact with the Inca. – Well, we can't let him go, that's for certain.

He gave his word. - Yes Cavalier, when a Christian swears with a Christian -

Christianity isn't the issue, it's trust.

- What's Cuzco like? - Nothing but women, children, and old men.

The gold room is full. The gold room is full!

Where do you think you're going? You know the orders. Nothing till share out.

Penalty for breech, death. Now disperse! - Get back to your stations!

Keep a sharp lookout. The danger isn't over yet. - I'd say it had only just begun.

General, how's your journey?

The country's as quiet as a grave. Cuzco is like a dead city.

The gold room is full. - I know it. You must make the share-out now.

Have Diego melt everything down. - But there are objects of great beauty.

What a tender man you are.

Boy, your pen.

Milord you are now going to learn a Spaniard's honor.

Take this down boy. "Let this be known throughout my army -

the Inca Atahualpa, having discharged his obligation to General Pizarro -

is today a free man."

Milord your freedom.

What is that you have done? - This is writing, milord.

Explain.

These are signs. This is "Atahualpa," this is "free".

You put this is sign and he will see and know free?

- Yes, milord. - No!

Yes milord, I'll do it again. - Here on my hand.

What's the one you put.

"God".

What is put?

"God".

Show me again more signs!

What is put? - What?

Put, put. - It's only a game.

The General never learned the skill my Lord. A soldier does not need it.

A king needs it.

There is great power in these marks.

You are king in this room.

You must teach us too. We will learn together like brothers.

You'd stay with me here to learn? – No, tomorrow I wish go.

And then? What then? - I will not hurt you.

Nor my army? - That I not swear.

You must.

Do not say this thing now.

No I do say it! Before I let you go, Atahualpa, you must swear -

- you will not hurt a man in all my army.

I not swear this. - For my sake.

2,000 of my servants were killed.

2,000 without arms! - There's a way of mercy.

It is not my way, it's not your way. - Swear it to me then.

Keep your swear first. - Cannot.

Cannot? - Not immediately. You must see you are many...

we are few. - Is not important!

It is to me!

You...gave...your word.

And we'll keep it. Only not now, not today. - When?

Soon. - When? – Very soon. - When?

As soon as you swear not to harm my men!

I will kill every man. - Will you?

Boy what did I put? - "This is today a free man."

Continue! "But for the welfare of the country, he will remain for the moment -

as guest of the army."

So, it's started. My warning was nothing to you.

I want all the golden blocks. Leave nothing unmelted, attend to it yourself personally.

What are you staring at, little lord Cavalier? Get out.

He trusts you, sir. - "Trust"? What's that, another word?

You can see it sir, he trusts you! – Boy, I told you, get out.

You can't betray him, sir! You can't. You just can't.

In all your study of those admirable writers, you never learned the duty a page owes his master.

I'm sorry you've not better fulfilled your first office. Because it will be your last!

A salute, if you please!

Time was, I couldn't stop you!

It's the leg, it's old.

Let my army free so I can let you free... What am I going to do with you?

Ever seen so much gold, Father? Hmm?

Soldiers of Spain, you have fought and won the good fight of the cross.

We have overcome a deceitful king. To make amends, this treacherous monarch -

has delivered to us reparations, which we will now share out.

Keep in line lads, you'll all get yours! There's enough for everyone.

Now these are the orders! That each man take his share to his quarters and carve his mark.

How is the general? - In a bad temper. His old wound is acting up again.

Well I'm sorry to hear that he's still subject to distresses. I had hoped that victory would have brought him a calmer spirit.

Must be his new wealth, Vedor. So much so sudden must be a great burden for him.

The burdens of the General, sir, are care for his men and for our present situation.

Let us try to lighten them for him as we can.

Vedor, let us indeed. One throat cut and we're all lightened.

It would greatly relieve the Crown...

if you would cut it. - If I? Oh you mean I'm not Spanish...

so I don't have to trouble with honor? - You're not a subject. It could be disowned by my king

and you have none. - So Palace of Disinterest has a crap house after all.

Look man, you're the overseer so do your job. Go to the General, tell him the brownie must go.

General, mutiny's smoking. Act now or it'll be a blaze you'll not put out!

What do I do? - Take our chances, what else can we do?

You have to let him go. - What happens then?

Tiny army's wiped out in 5 minutes. The whole story's forgotten for always. Later on, somebody else will conquer Peru...

and no one will ever even remember my name! - What kind of name will they remember if you kill him?

A conqueror is that at least! - A man who butchered his prisoner after giving his word?

There's a name for your ballads. - I won't be around to hear them.

What do I care? What does it matter? Whatever I do, what does it matter?

Nothing if you don't feel it!

But I think you do. – Let me understand you.

As second in command, you counsel the death of this entire army.

I'll not counsel his! He trusts you. Trust him.

God knows I wish you've never made this bargain but you made it. Now you've no choice left.

This is my kingdom. In Peru I'm an absolute - I have the choice always.

No you did have it but you made it! - Then I take it back!

And that will be from your own fear. That's not choosing.

May the Crown be allowed a word?

I know your word: "Death"! - What else can it be?

Your army's in jeopardy you care nothing for them? - You hear that, Cavalier?

Do you care nothing for them?

I care about them...

less than I care about you.

God knows why.

The issue is simple. You are the Viceroy here, ruling in the name of the king who sent you.

You have no right to risk his lands for any reason at all.

What has this king ever done for me? Allowed me salary -

if I found money to pay it? Permitted me to fit out this expedition at my own expense?

Allowed me governance if I found land to govern? Magnificent!

This is ridiculous. For years I strove to make this expedition, years of scars and hunger. If I fail this time -

this king of yours would have cast me off with one shrug of his royal feathers.

Well, now I cast him.

Francisco Pizarro casts off Charles V of Spain. Go and tell him!

You miserable creature... Where would you be without your king and country?

My country? What has my country ever done for me? The only place I know in it is -

that filthy village I was born in. For 22 years I drove pigs down those streets -

because my father couldn't own to my mother. 22 years without a single day of help.

When I turned soldier and dragged my boots along the roads to Italy I was so famished -

I was beyond eating. I got nothing from my country!

Though I groaned for that once, I'm glad of it now. Because I owe my country nothing!

Tell you real. You'll have to furnish me with better argument before I give up Atahualpa.

Perverse man – what is Atahualpa to you? - Someone I promised life.

Promised life, how quaint! The sort of chivalrous idea -

that you pretend to despise. If you want to be an absolute king, my man -

you have to learn how to act out of self will.

Break your word just because you made it. Till then you're nothing -

but a pig man trying to copy his betters.

Sir, listen to me. No promise to a pagan need bind a Christian.

Simply think what's at stake: the lives of 167 of the faithful.

Are you willing to sacrifice them for one savage?

You know lives have no weight. Ten cannot be added up -

to 1,000. - One, can good count against one evil?

And this man is evil. His people kiss his hands as a source of light!

As we do yours. All day you play at being God.

You only hate my Inca because he does it better.

I despise you... "Kill who I bid you kill

and I will pardon it." You with your milky fingers forcing them the blade.

How dare you priests bless a man going into battle?

"Rip!" you scream. "tear blind in the name of Christ!"

Tell me, soft father...

if Christ were here, would he kill the Inca?

And you, Brother de Nizza, lord of all the answers...

Would you have me kill him? - Don't try and trap me. I know as well as you...

how terrible it is to kill. But worse, it is to spare evil.

When I came here first I thought I'd found paradise...

Now I know it's hell. A country which castrates its people. What are your Inca subjects?

A population of eunuchs living entirely without choice. - What about your Christians?

Unhappy, hating men. Look, I'm a peasant. I go marketing for gods - I want value for money.

Who do I buy: your god of Europe with all his death and breeding? Or Atahualpa of Peru, whose spirit keeps an empire sweet and still as corn in the field?

Are you're content to be a stalk of corn?

Yes. Yes.

They're not fools, you know, these sun men. They know what cheats you've got in your barrel.

Hunger in this life, happiness in the afterlife?

They've seen your wares and passed on. - Why must you be so dishonest?

Peru is a sepulchre of a soul. For the sake of the free spirit in each of us, it must be destroyed.

There's no Christian charity? To save my own soul...

I'll kill another man? - To save love in the world...

you must kill lovelessness.

Hail to you father, sole judge of love.

No salvation outside your church... No love it in either!

Father...

I do not know love -

But if I have none for Atahualpa, what can I ever know of it?

Go on, get him!

I didn't mean to kill him. We were playing dice, I caught him cheating.

Fighting's prohibited. You know that. Confess him, Father.

Atahualpa. – General.

General! Another fight broke out so there's one more dead.

- Who? - Mendoza. He drew a knife...

- I only meant to split his leg but he slipped and got it through the guts. - You do well to punish fighting. – Yes sir.

May I speak free, sir? Well to me, you're the greatest General in the world and we're the greatest company.

So you want me to kill him, is that it? - Well what other way is there? The men are out of their wits! There's death all around them.

Death is all around them. I promised gold, not life. I've kept my part of the bargain.

I'll give you death. When I get back to Spain, a commission will hail you to the state for what you've said today.

If I free the Inca, Father, you'll never get back to Spain.

You mad man! Now see here, you put him underground by sunset, or I'll take the knife to him myself.

They ache for your death. Some of them will die before you.

Batalia!

What a touching scene, prisoners and jailers.

But it's over now, General. Do you think I'm gonna die so that you can dance with a darky?

Sorry, sir, but it's gotta be done. - There's nothing you can do about it, General. - The whole camp's against you.

- De Soto? – No, General, I'm not on their side.

But I'm not with you.

You will have to kill me first.

Is no matter. They cannot kill me.

"Cannot"? - Only my father can take me from here.

And he not execute me, killed by men like you.

Men with no word.

You may be king in this land -

You may be king in this land -

- but never God.

And if you kill me tonight, I will raise at dawn -

when my father first touch my body with light.

That's not possible. – All of my people know it.

Is why they left me stay with you.

Your people let you stay with me because they knew I could not kill you?

So.

General, it's just a boast. It's beyond any kind of reason.

- Is it, boy, is it? – Sir, how can a man die and they get up and walk away?

Let's hear your creed: "I believe in Jesus Christ, the Son of God -

that he was crucified dead and buried" - and then what? - Sir? - Then what?

On the third day he rose again from the dead. - You don't believe it?

I do, sir, I believe on my soul!

But Christ is to be the only one, is that it?

It's impossible, my Lord! - Look at him, boy, look at him!

Supposing I have gone god-hunting and caught one? - But how can that be, sir?

Because he returns over and over again to the source of life, to the sun.

General, it cannot be!

You want your freedom? Go on, walk out of the camp.

They may stop you but what's that to you - you're immortal!

Go on, go on. Go on!

Pizarro...

you will die soon, and you do not believe in your God.

Is why you struggle and keep no word?

Believe in me.

For you I will do a great thing.

I will swallow death and spit it out of me.

The prisoner has been tried on the following charges: usurping the throne

and assassinating his brother Vascar, worshiping idols, adulterous practices with a plurality of wives, attempting to incite -

an insurrection against his Spanish masters. On all of these charges, how do you find the prisoner?

I challenge that the evidence brought on these charges is wholly insufficient.

I consider this cruel mockery... a poor requital for the favors -

bestowed on us by the Inca. If he is to be tried, and God knows what cause,

I demand that he be sent to Spain. And his cause brought before the Emperor, our sovereign,

who alone has the power to determine it.

Full account of these proceedings will be sent to Castille and the Emperor informed -

- who are loyal subjects to the crown and who are its enemies.

Cavalier, I offer you an opportunity to have your statement stricken from the records.

I will retract nothing. - On all of these charges...

how do you find the prisoner? - Guilty.

Guilty. Guilty. Guilty...

The sentence, to be carried out this very night, is death by burning.

No, no, you cannot do it! The body must stay in one piece.

Let him repent his idolatry and be baptized a Christian.

He will receive the customary mercy. - Strangling instead.

You must do it, you must be baptized! You cannot let your body burn to ashes!

There must be something left. Some flesh left -

for your father to warm alive at dawn.

You must do it, my Lord!

I baptize you, Juan de Atahualpa -

in honor of John the Baptist, whose sacred day this is. - The 29th day of August 1533.

And may our Lord in his angels receive your soul with joy. Amen.

Martin. Stay, Martin.

No, General. You did for me.

Now I've done for you.

Inca!