Captain from Castile

Hola, Diego!

Pedro!

Hey, de Vargas!

Come! Join us!

What's this, de Silva? It's not the hunting season.

What are you out for?

A runaway servant.

I gave the wretch some lashes yesterday

for the good of his soul...

and he rewards me by running off.

When I get my hands on him,

he'll run no more.

- Are you with us, Pedro?

- With pleasure, Diego.

Have you picked up his trail?

He was last seen along

the Guardia, heading south.

But I know these Indians.

They're sick for their islands.

He'll strike for Mlaga and the sea.

Perhaps. But they're

also shrewd as foxes.

I'll wager he let himself

be seen up here...

then headed straight for Sanlcar

on the seacoast to the north.

That's well reasoned.

You hunt in the valley toward the north.

We'll continue in this direction.

Very well. You scour the hills with your men

and your dogs while I bring him in alone.

That would indeed be a feather in your cap,

Pedro, and a joke on me.

Loose the dogs!

You! You there!

- What's in that bundle?

- Clothes to be washed, seor.

Sure you're not taking

food to someone?

- Oh, no, seor.

- Well, open it up. Let me see.

Have you seen anything of a man

around here? A runaway slave?

No, seor.

Well, keep your eyes open.

If you see anyone, report it to the authorities.

Yes, seor.

Seor Pedro.

Coatl. I didn't know

it was you who ran away.

I sorry, seor.

You forgive me?

I not hurt you. You my friend.

We hunt. We eat together.

Why did you run away, Coatl?

Look, seor.

Five years ago, I am captured

and brought to this country and sold as a slave.

But Coatl no slave. In my own country

across the sea, I am lord. I am prince.

There de Silva be beggar beside me.

I kill him if I could.

Well, be that as it may, the whole

countryside will be on your trail soon.

De Silva has his dogs

set on you now.

You better go back

and give yourself up while you still can.

I die first. I see what happen to others

who run away from de Silva.

He cut leg muscles here.

Never walk again.

Crawl in and out his door

for street boys to laugh at.

No, seor.

I never go back.

Here, take these.

I wish I had more.

But you must hurry. Keep down

the barranca and head for Sanlcar.

Once there, you ought to be safe.

Good luck and God go with you.

- Thank you, Seor Pedro, my friend.

- Here.

Let go!

Let go! Let go!

Seor! Call them off, please!

Let go!

Let go! Let go!

Devil take you!

Let go!

Careful, you wench!

Don't hurt that dog!

Then call him off, blast you!

- I said don't hit that dog.

- Let go! Devil take you! Let go!

Let go!

Stay away! Stay away!

Don't touch me. I'll kill you.

Stay away! Stay away!

Hey, hombres.

What's happening here?

Nada, seor.

This wench was teasing our dogs.

Swine! Liar!

Look, seor, my tablecloth.

Holy saints, look at it.

Seor, those are

Seor de Silva's dogs.

They're worth 10 of her.

Seor de Silva will not thank you

for risking them for one of your stupid jokes.

Now be off with you! Or I'll spare your master

the trouble of laying your backs bare.

Be off!

Be off!

Madre de Dios.

Lopez will murder me.

Lopez?

Who's Lopez?

Sancho Lopez.

Owner of the Rosario Inn

where I work.

His best tablecloth...

ruined.

All right, come along with me.

I'll take you to the inn and explain

to Lopez how it happened.

Here, give me your hand.

Me, seor?

On your horse with you?

Afraid?

No. No, caballero.

- Seor?

- Yes?

- I have seen you before.

- Where?

In church one day.

Of course, you did not see me.

You were in front, near the bishop's nose.

I was in the back.

- What's your name?

- Catana. Catana Perez.

Hold on tight, Catana.

We're going over the wall. Come on!

Welcome, seor.

Welcome to the Rosario Inn.

Oh, an honor, seor.

Seorita.

- Gracias, seor.

- My pleasure, seorita.

Lopez, if it hadn't been for the caballero,

you might never have seen me again.

Not see you again?

Why?

- Look what the dogs did to this tablecloth.

- The dogs?

- Whose dogs?

- Diego de Silva's.

Diego de Silva? Holy saints!

It wasn't Catana's fault.

She defended your property as best she could.

You wait. Just wait till my brother,

Manuel, hears of this.

Be quiet.

The cloth can be mended.

I don't want no trouble

with Diego de Silva.

- Now come, seor. What's your pleasure?

- To quench my thirst.

Jose! Jose!

Quick! Quick!

The caballero's horse.

It's not every day we have the honor

of serving a caballero at the Rosario Inn.

Hurry up. Hurry up.

Wine for the seor. The best.

Bread and cheese too.

Pronto!

This way, seor.

Catana, pronto!

- By your leave. Juan Garcia's my name.

- Pedro de Vargas.

- The son of Don Francisco de Vargas?

- Yes.

Ah, a great cavalier,

Don Francisco. I've seen him.

That is, I've heard of him often.

As who has not?

Do me the honor to join me

in a drink to his health.

- Gracias, seor.

- Innkeeper!

- S, seor.

- Your best Malaga.

Right away. Pronto.

Yes, in the Indies, I've heard

many soldiers from the Moorish wars...

and several from the Italian,

speak of your father.

The Indies?

You have been to the Indies, seor?

For many years.

Ten years to be exact.

Came home and landed at

Sanlcar just two days ago.

- That's not Malaga.

- No, seor.

Tell me about the Indies, seor.

That word sets your imagination on fire, doesn't it?

Well, why not?

It's a new world, my friend.

Listen, I stood on the waterfront

of Santiago and looked north.

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