Under The Volcano

I hope to have a friendship with you...

as close, as cordial, as the friendship

between our two nations.

Actually, Herr Krausberg,

you may be able to do me a great service.

I would be very happy to help

in whatever way I can.

It's to do with my brother -

halfbrother.

- Do you understand "halfbrother"?

- Mm-hmm.

F-Father remarried

an American Southern beauty.

Hugh. Uh, newspaperman.

Freelance sort of stuff.

He's chasing some rumor down

right now.

- But you may be able to shed some light.

- Most gladly, if I can.

Is Germany financing a Nazi movement

here in Mexico?

- Of course not. Your brother, Mr. Firmin -

- Half. Half.

Half. Sorry. Your halfbrother...

obviously suffers

from an overactive imagination.

Called the sinarquistas,

if I'm not mistaken.

Nonsense. It's just a rumor, as you said.

In any case,

we are allies now, aren't we?

Since that marvelous agreement between

your prime minister and our fhrer.

- [ Chuckles ]

- So, let's drink together, shall we?

To, uh -To the understanding of our nations.

- [ Orchestra:
Dance ]

- It is a union I'm, uh, convinced...

that will assure peace

for many, many years to come.

Prost, Herr Firmin.

Yes, quite.

The Munich Pact and all that.

"Peace in our time."

But let's not be too hasty.

Let's hedge our bets, what?

After all, the Mexican railroad has.

They don't mean to be taken by surprise.

Just take a look at their newest timetable-

at the fine print.

Corpses must be transported by express.

Each of these express corpses...

must be accompanied

by a first-class passenger.

Now, let's suppose, uh, the treaty fails

and it's bloody Armageddon.

-Just think of it.

- You -You -

Railways stand to make a fortune.

- You're right. You're right.

- But just think of it.

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