All language subtitles for Aguirre, The Wrath Of God 1972 720p

After the conquest and plundering
of the Inca empire by Spain

the Indians invented the
legend of El Dorado

a land of gold, located in the
swamps of the Amazon headwaters.

A large expedition of Spanish
adventurers, led by Gonzalo Pizarro,

set off from the Peruvian
highlands in late 1560.

The only document to survive
from this lost expedition

is the diary of the monk
Gaspar de Carvajal.

On Christmas Day of the year 1560,
we crossed the last pass of the Andes

below us, for the first time
we can see the jungle.

In the morning I read mass, and then
we descended through the clouds.

AGUIRRE,
THE WRATH OF GOD

A film by
Werner Herzog

We shouldn't send the men down that river.

And I say that we can make it!

And I know I'm right.

And I know you're wrong.

The Indians we enslaved in
the mountains are a mistake.

The changing climate
is killing them like flies.

And we have no time even to
give them a Christian burial.

Come on, move on!

Move, you sons of dogs!

Keep moving, we don't want
to get stuck in the mud!

Son of a bitch!

You idiots!
You'll let it get stuck!

Move on!

Damned swamp!

Take care you heathens!

Keep the barrel out of the water!

On the last day of the year,
we were utterly exhausted.

We made our camp not far from the river.

We can't go on any longer like this, men.

Our rations are nearly finished.

The terrain is so difficult,
we're almost at a standstill.

And we cannot hope to reach a
populated area for some time.

So considering all these
facts that front us

… I have made a new plan.

It is as follows

Rafts will be built
and manned by forty men.

Thy will have the task of finding food

and finding more precise indications
that will tell us of the whereabouts

of El Dorado and of hostile Indians.

We have every reason to
believe that both are near.

The expedition must return
here in one week

by river or by land.

If it does not

we will have to assume that it has failed,

and we will have to retrace
our own footsteps

in the hope of returning to an
area governed by Christian men.

Naturally we know this will not happen

as long as the Virgin Mary
is on our side.

After great thought on the matter

I have decided to appoint as
commander of the advanced group

a man capable of leading you:
Don Pedro de Ursua

His betrothed, Doña Inez de Atienza,
will accompany him.

This is against my better judgement.

But she has expressed her wish with
such charm and with such determination

that I cannot deny her request.

Second-in-command will be
Don Lope de Aguirre

A man well qualified for this post.

His daughter Flores will
remain in his charge.

This too, is against my better judgement.

Since I think she should have remained
in her Convent with the Holy Sisters.

As in all expeditions, God's word
must be brought to the heathens,

and I hereby appoint Brother Gaspar
de Carvajal to perform this work.

The remaining two hundred Indian slaves
will stay behind with my group.

The Royal House of Spain shall be
represented by that brave nobleman,

Don Fernando de Guzmán

who proved his courage
10 years ago

when he stormed the fortress of Saxahuaman.

The very best fighters
will make up this group

and nobody should feel
less qualified of not selected.

I declare this all by document

which will be forwarded to the
Council of the Indies for approval.

I hereby affix my signature.

Four days later, on January fourth,
we started on our journey.

May God be with us.

Watch that raft,
the stream is getting more rapid!

Keep it in the middle!

Damn rapids!

- The first raft got near the rocks!
- They must get away from the rocks!

Watch where you're going!
Get back in the middle of the stream!

Use the poles!
Push away from the rocks!

You're in a backlash!
Move out! Move out!

January sixth.

We have managed to fight our
way ashore to make a camp.

One of our rafts is trapped on the
other side of the river in a backlash.

We couldn't hear what the men
were shouting, and could not help.

How many are on the raft?

Seven and two Indians.

We must try to help
those poor devils, Aguirre.

Don't be foolish!

I wouldn't waste a man on them!

Orders still come from me.

They should!

We'll need long ropes and some hooks.
Then we'll have to go way down the river.

I hope we can find a way to
get across and get them out.

Get some men to prepare what you need.
There's no time to lose!

I wonder if Armando has
reached the other side yet?

Those men's stomachs must be
churning from all that bouncing around.

- What's this?
- They're firing over there.

Must be some kind of signal.

Or a battle?

But here are only six.

Where's the other one and the oarsmen?

I find it very strange.

Look at the oars, they're still there.

The Indians must still be around us.

Let's get back to the camp.
Move on!

Keep your eyes open men!

Indians!

A prayer from over here is
not good enough, padre.

I want to those men back
here for a Christian burial.

You are right, my son,

their souls will rest so much
better in consecrated ground.

It's the least we can do for those
poor men who died so bravely.

Perucho!

Perucho, don't you think the
cannon might be a little bit rusty?

It might.

You know very well
who is responsible.

If you let him get away with it this time,
who knows what he will do next!

That's not the problem.

We have other things to worry about.

There are Indians all around us.

Every tree could be hiding one.

No one wants to finish up like
those poor men on the raft.

I will be happy when we
get out of this trouble.

We're not about to get out
of trouble this moment.

Don't worry my dear,

He'll follow me. Aguirre wouldn't dare
to fight against the Spanish crown.

But we are not in Castile.

Look what I've found for you.

This animal sleeps all his life away.

They're never really awake.

Our rafts are gone.

The rafts are gone!

January eighth.

Overnight the river has risen fifteen feet.

When will our misfortunes cease?

If we took your chains off,
would you run away?

Would you?

Just a minute, isn't that my cooking pot?

What are you doing with my pot?

No, I think it's too heavy.

Let's take it away. I'm not crazy and I'm
not going any further into this jungle!

Who took the iron?

We did, sir.

Why did you take it?

Because we need all the iron we can get.

What are you doing with that trunk?

Well, I'm carrying it from where
I cut it, back to the camp here.

Who gave you the order?

Everyone's collecting wood.

And iron.

What's going on here?

What do you mean?

Who gave the order to
collect wood and iron?

What's all that trouble about?
Do you know, Inez?

You shouldn't ask. It's your father.

I only know I wish it were over.

Gentlemen, as your commander

I have called this assembly
because I have decided that

…we should return to our main group.

It's not my habit to retreat.

We'll have to march back, as the
current of the river is too strong.

We should be able to get back within
two weeks as ordered by Pizarro.

Because of the Indians, you know
it would be suicide to go back!

Whatever the cost,
it is our duty to get back.

To get back to Pizarro!

Forget about Pizarro!

And I tell all of you we
cannot achieve this mission.

I say, we can conquer without Pizarro!

That's why we've been
collecting iron and logs.

To build a new raft.

You remember Hernando Cortez?

On the way to Mexico, he
received orders to go back

He went on!

Be quiet Aguirre!

He ignored the orders
and conquered Mexico!

Be quiet everyone!

That's why he got rich and famous.

Be quiet!

Because he disobeyed!

Put him in chains!

Stop firing!

- I follow Ursua.
- Kill him!

Anyone else?

Oh, my darling!

What do you think is going to happen now?

What if we find there are
waterfalls downriver?

Who cares, if it takes
us nearer to El Dorado.

Have you seen Ursua? Have you
seen how he's got his fist clenched?

He must have something in it.

Do you think that they will finish him off?

Would you have the guts to stop them?

You're the only person who can help us.

I was sure he'll kill Ursua and Armando.

He won't stop now.
He'll finish what he has started.

You are my last hope.

"Thou turnest man to destruction.
Again thou sayest"

"Come again, ye children of men"

"For a thousand years in thy sight"

"are but as a yesterday"

"… seeing that,
has passed as a watch in the night."

"As soon as thou scatterest them"

"They are even as asleep
and fade away suddenly like the grass."

You know, my child

for the sake of our Lord

the Church has always been
on the side of the strong.

I'd like you with us.

We need men like you.

You have time to think about it

but not long.

Well men

Now we've eliminated the troublemakers.

We must select a leader.

For me, the choice is obvious.

We should elect the biggest
and strongest nobleman we have.

- What, me?
- Yes, you.

Well, gentlemen.

I propose Guzmán as our next leader.

Who else is for him?

I propose Don Lope de Aguirre
should stay as second-in-command!

All those in favour?

My people have seen
earthquakes, diseases, floods

but what the Spaniards did to us

it's much more terrible.

They have given me the name of Balthasar,
but my real name is Runo Rimac.

- What's that name?
- Runo Rimac.

"He who speaks."
I was a prince in this land and my people

had to look to the ground,

and, no-one was allowed
to look into my eyes.

My people are in chains, just like me

and I must look to the ground.

All of us have been made weaker.
I cannot fight you. Fight with yourselves.

I am very sorry for you, because

there is no way out and
I'll never return to my home.

How's Ursua?

Because of our mutiny,
we've to make our position legal.

Read this document.

"Caesarian King, by the grace of God,
through our Holy Mother"

"the Roman Church,
name King Philip Second of Castile."

"We, the undersigned,
have until yesterday"

"the seventh day of the year 1561 after
the birth of our Saviour Jesus Christ"

"regarded ourselves as your
servants and subjects."

"Since we have been separated"

"by more than 200 leagues from
your servant, Gonzalo Pizarro"

"Fate, the help of God and the work of
our hands have driven us down a river"

"called Huallaga by the natives,
in search of a new gold country."

"We have decided to put
an end to the quirks of fate."

"We are forging history, and no fruit of
this earth shall henceforth be shared."

"We rebel to the death."

"And we solemnly so declare"

"and our hands shall be torn off and
our tongues dry up if this is not so."

"The House of Hapsburg
devoid of all its rights."

"And you, Philip the Second,
King of Castille, dethroned."

"By dint of this declaration,
be you annihilated."

"In your place we proclaim
the nobleman knight"

"from the city of Seville,
Don Fernando de Guzmán"

"Emperor of El Dorado."

"Flee, flee from hence, O King!"

"And may God protect your soul."

Fortune smiles on the brave
and spits on the coward.

Let's cut our ties with Spain and
crown Don Fernando de Guzmán

Emperor of El Dorado.

What? You call this a throne?

What else is a throne but a plank
and some velvet, Your Majesty?

See how he dragged himself.

That's no arrow wound. It's a sword thrust.

I wonder who helped Armando.

January tenth.

Armando has escaped from his prison.

The man who took over the watch
at three o'clock was murdered.

It was one of his men.
As long as Ursua's alive

you will never be safe!

What can I do about it?

Kill him.

As long as I'm Emperor,
we must uphold the law.

No execution without a trial.

Try him and then kill him!

But it must be a public trial.

He still has sympathizers.

Perucho, to the witness stand!

What did you find out from Ursua?

Nothing.

Three men together couldn't open his fist.
He must have something in it.

The only way to find out
is to chop his hand off.

He hasn't spoken either,
except for some rubbish.

But last night he had visitors.

The whole thing reeks of conspiracy to me.

Ask him if it's true that he
received money from Ursua.

Yes, it's true.

It was pay money for oarsmen.

Next witness!

Okello, is it true that you were
also in the pay of Ursua?

I was Pizarro's slave. Then he
gave me away to this expedition

and for him, the Indians would
be frightened by a horse

but they'd be scared stiff of a black man.

Well, I don't know why, but Ursua
gave me money, now and again.

What does the accused have to say?

I want to speak.

In Spain I had a lot of servants.
I paid them.

And we think it's just to
pay our servants here too,

even if they are Indians.

And time will prove Ursua is right.

We understand your confusion,
my child. You are excused.

The jury, having heard all the evidence

finds the accused

guilty of treason.

My unpleasant duty …

as President of the first court
of His Highness, Don Fernando

is to sentence Pedro de Ursua

to death by hanging.

I confirm the verdict.

But as today is the anniversary of
the last Moor leaving Spain

… I grant clemency.

His life will be spared,
but he will forfeit

all rights as a citizen of El Dorado.

Half of his shares will go to the Church.

And the other half will be
divided among my soldiers.

January twelfth.

In the morning we took
off with a new raft.

Ursua is still alive

but he refuses to speak.

Look, a fire!

At noon we saw a great fire.

Go closer to the shore!

Prime your muskets, men.

I don't see signs of life.

So be alert! It could be an ambush.

Put the negro, up front!

As we feared an ambush,

we took off the clothes of the
negro slave, to frighten the Indians.

Black man

Get up there!

Kill them!
Kill them in front!

Look, fresh fruit!

Get away from that food!

Look for Indians!

Go!

Pick your weapons up!

Look fresh meat!

Oh! He got away!

Go get him.

You got a knife?

Look. It's one of ours..

Look at this!

And this.

My god, cannibals!

The discovery that there lived cannibals
at this place, disturbed us so much

that we hastened to
leave this horrible place.

January twentieth.

The mountains are behind us.

The shelter Aguirre had us build
is a great help against the cruel sun.

The river is so slow that
we hardly seem to be moving.

What are you doing now?
Bringing him a gun?

Aguirre, I know exactly what
you intend to do to Ursua!

Every last detail.

And God will punish you for it!

Get out of my way!

Are you all right, my dear?

What's going on? I can't hear a thing!

It's so still, all at once.

Yes, not a sound.

So that we can hear.

The gunpowder! It's on fire!

Out of the way! It's going to blow up!

Give me your lance!

Help me with the Emperor!

Damn that horse!

It's more nuisance than it's worth!

Father, come here!

He's dead.

Look how short the arrow is.

Poisoned.

It must belong to a dwarf.

- Fire! Make noise, hurry!
- What are we to aim at?

Just shoot, you idiot!

Fire!

Fire!

Cease firing!

Fire!

Come on, play something for the men.

- Look, isn't that a canoe?
- Where?

Coming towards us.
Over there under those trees.

Keep the raft in mid-stream.
It might be a trap.

January twenty-fourth.

For the first time, we saw
two Indians.

They seemed to be friendly.

Pull the boat over.

I have the man. Here he is!

And I got the woman.

Look, fresh fish!

What's he saying?

He says

he's a Yagua.

It was foretold that one day,
the Sons of the Sun would come

from long way,
through great hardship to this land.

And that they make clouds and thunder
noise which they produce out of tubes.

They have been waiting for the
Sons of the Sun, because here

on this river, God's work of
creation is not yet finished.

Look at this gold!
Where did he get this?

Where did you get that?

Gold!

Gold! Ask him where he got that.

Ask him where El Dorado is!

Where does this gold come from?

Where did he say?

Has this savage heard of
our Saviour Jesus Christ,

and of our true mission
to save their souls?

This is a Bible.
It contains the Words of God

which we are bringing to enlighten
the darkness of their world.

Has he understood that in this
book are stored the Words of God?

You may hold it, my son.

He says it does not speak.

Kill him for this blasphemy!

The way will be hard.

These savages are difficult to convince.

It won't be long.

El Dorado could be only a few days away.

No more rusty cannons.

We'll shoot our enemies
with golden cannonballs.

And you, Okello, will serve
my food on golden platters.

And all of us will get
something out of this too.

Governorships

Provinces

and women.

Maybe I'll even be free.

Don't let's forget the most
important part of this mission.

… To bring salvation to these savages.

I'm sure you would like a golden cross
encrusted with jewels, Carvajal

instead of the poor silver one you've lost.

All the land we see to left and
all the territory to the right

now belongs to us.

I solemnly and formally
take possession of all this land.

Our land is already six
times larger than Spain

and every day we drift
makes it bigger.

Have you seen any solid ground
recently to support your weight?

Hey, Okello, there's no salt!

We can find fish and fruit now and then.

Salt? We ran out days ago.

Besides that, we're down to
counting our last grains of corn.

- Hey, the horse is loose!
- Look out, he's kicking!

- Hey, get him by his ears!
- I've got him!

What the hell's wrong with that animal!
Get rid of it!

Throw it off the raft!

Get him off!

- I'll keep him off.
- Get away!

Go on! Go on!

I think he's a dead man.

I have seen in Mexico, an army of Indians
flee at the sight of just one horse.

And besides, we could have all
eaten a week on that meat.

Don't worry, my darling,
the horse will be all right.

Oh, my God, the Emperor!

Our Emperor is dead!

After the Emperor's death,
Ursua's fate was sealed.

The next morning, some of the soldiers
took him away and we never saw him again.

"Little mother, two by two"

"wafts the wind"

"o'er my hair."

What are they shouting about?

They say
"Meat, meat. Fresh meat is passing by."

Fire!

Set fire to the village!

Keep shooting, to frighten them!

Don't go in the jungle!

Salt! Salt!

Salt!

I haven't had salt for a month!

She has disappeared.

Let's try to make it back by land.

We're sitting ducks on the raft.

What the hell does he care anyway.

Two men, more or less,
are all the same to him.

It's suicide to go on.

If we use our heads,
we can get back to Pizarro.

This expedition is doomed I tell you.

We followed her tracks for about
a half a league into the jungle,

then lost all trace of her.

Then one of the men in the troop
got panicky over that damn silence

that always comes just
before someone gets killed.

So we came back.
Than it is with this madman, believe me.

That man is a head taller than me.

That may change.

I'll tell you my plans.
I've been counting the curves of the river.

Look. I've drawn a map here in the sand.

It will take us a day for each curve.

One, two …

three, four, five

six, seven

eight

nine

ten.

I am the great traitor.
There must be no other!

Anyone who even thinks about deserting
this mission will be cut up into 98 pieces!

Those pieces will be
stamped on until what is left

can be used only to paint the walls.

Whoever takes one grain of corn

or one drop of water more than his ration

will be locked up for 155 years!

If I, Aguirre, want the birds
to drop dead from the trees

then the birds will drop dead
from the trees.

I am the Wrath of God!

The earth I pass will see me and tremble!

Whoever follows me in the
river will win untold riches.

Whoever deserts …

Get away from the trees, you fools!

Get back in the middle of the stream!

Over here!

I thought it would hurt
much more than this.

Move you fools! Fire your guns!

I'm not paid to get up
there and get killed!

The first of February.

The men's morale is very low.
I spoke about this with Aguirre.

Things are turning out
different than we expected.

All we've seen is hunger, fear and death.

We are losing men,
but we never see our enemy.

Even El Dorado till now,
seems to be only an illusion.

The conquest of Mexico was no illusion!

Even if we turn back now,
others will follow us.

And they will succeed!

And we'll remain nobodies!

Even if this land is only trees and water

they will take it!

And it will be milked dry
by those who follow us.

These men measure riches in gold.

It's more.

It's power and fame.

I despise them for it.

I am sure Aguirre is leading
us to our deaths.

I do not know if he
does it deliberately or not.

We cannot even find a place to land

as the rising river level of the river
has flooded the jungle for miles around.

Twenty-second of February.

Most of the men are so
weak and sick with fever.

That they cannot even stand.

The soldier Justo Gonzales has drunk
my ink,

thinking it was medicine.

I cannot write anymore.

We are drifting in circles.

I see a boat with sails

in a tree-top

and from the stern hangs a canoe.

The boat is just a mirage.

No tide could wash it up that high.

We've all got the fever.

It's your imagination.

I've heard of this happening to men
who have been put to too much strain.

Shut up, monk!

That boat is real and where going to get
it, repair it and sail it to the Atlantic.

No, Lope de Aguirre. I will not come
with you. We are tired and hungry.

It's not a boat. It's not a tree.

This is no arrow.

We only see arrows,
because are afraid of them.

These arrows are real, take cover!

This arrow cannot hurt me.

This is not rain.

Monk, do not forget to pray,

lest God's end be uncomely.

When we reach the sea

we'll build a bigger boat

and with it, we'll sail north and take
Trinidad away from the Spanish crown.

From there we'll go on

and take Mexico from Cortez.

What a great betrayal that will be!

We will then control all of New Spain

and we will stage history

as others stage plays.

I, the Wrath of God

will marry my own daughter

and with her found the purest dynasty

ever known to man.

Together we will rule
the whole of this continent.

And the Wrath...

the Wrath of God!

Who else is with me?