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came from just around there.

Well, in any case, it's a very wealthy village,

because they bought all my goods...

you see,

and then they paid for them in gold reales.

Are there many blacks

as rich as that on the island?

No. Just how many were there?

Roughly, I'd...

Not more than four or five.

Why?

Because that gold has been stolen

from the Bank of Queimada, senhor.

- You don't say.

- Yes.

Ingls!

- There are soldiers.

- Yes, I have seen them.

The boat?

It's over there, behind the soldiers.

And us?

I brought weapons.

But then, we're rather few, aren't we?

I don't suppose they like the Portuguese

any more than we do.

Let's see,

perhaps there's some people up there...

who'd be willing to help us.

No, no one will risk being killed

for a dislike.

Least of all for our money.

Well, you ask them anyway.

Maybe they'll help.

I am sorry, friends...

but the Portuguese are coming.

They will be here at any moment.

I am sorry it happens here...

here, in your village...

but we can't let the soldiers take us.

Don't you agree?

Maybe most of you will be better off

if you went away.

Up to the sierra.

Better to hide the old ones...

the women and the babies.

But if there are...

any of you who are not old...

not women...

and are really men...

someone who in life, at least once...

have thought of killing

his Portuguese master...

then now is the time to act.

Portuguese can be killed.

I will prove it to you.

Can you use rifles?

First, I'll show you how to load it.

Now, a measure of powder.

Then the hemp.

A measure of lead.

Again, the hemp.

Now...

the rifle is ready.

Tomorrow, Ingls.

I like it here, it's nice.

Wait until after the festa.

As soon as they realize

those soldiers aren't coming back...

they'll send others.

They won't send them in 10s or 20s.

Be a bloody massacre.

Is that why we stole the gold?

To die up here...

or to be rich...

and live as free men?

What do you say, Jos?

Why did we steal the gold?

Like you said, to be rich and free.

And after that?

Is there any left?

Jos...

you're beginning to like it, aren't you?

No, rum is better.

All right, I'll call the others.

Let's go.

If we go, they will all die.

Yes, probably.

I am sorry.

You will go alone...

I'll stay here.

Gentlemen, let me ask you a question.

Now, my metaphor

might seem a trifle impertinent...

but I think it's very much to the point.

Which do you prefer...

or should I say,

which do you find more convenient?

A wife or one of these mulatto girls?

No, no, please don't misunderstand.

I'm speaking strictly in terms of economics.

What is the cost of the product?

What does the product yield?

The product, in this case, being love.

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