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Purely physical love...

since sentiments, obviously,

play no part in economics.

Quite.

Now, a wife must be provided with a home...

with food, with dresses,

with medical attention, etcetera, etcetera.

You're obliged

to keep her a whole lifetime...

even when she's grown old

and perhaps a trifle unproductive.

Then, of course, if you have the bad luck to

survive her, you have to pay for the funeral.

No, no, it's true.

Gentlemen, I know it seems amusing

but actually those are the facts, aren't they?

Now, with a prostitute, on the other hand...

it's quite a different matter, isn't it?

You see there's no need

to lodge her or to feed her...

certainly not to dress her or to bury her,

thank God.

She's yours only when you need her.

You pay her only for that service...

and you pay her by the hour.

Which, gentlemen, is more important...

and more convenient?

A slave or a paid worker?

Which do you find more convenient?

Foreign domination with its laws,

its vetoes, its taxes...

its commercial monopolies

or independence?

With your own government, your own laws,

your own administration...

and the freedom to trade

with anyone you like...

on terms that are dictated only by the prices

on the international market...

Not only for the freedom of trade,

Mr. Walker.

I believe that for many of us...

there are idealistic motives

which are even more important.

We are now a nation, a small nation.

Born here and forged with toil,

with difficulty...

it took more than three centuries.

A nation, which originated from Portugal...

but now is not a part of Portugal anymore.

And that no longer

wants to be a Portuguese colony.

That's all quite correct, my dear Teddy.

We all agree on the idealistic motives.

But it's the example of the whore...

that doesn't convince me as yet, Mr. Walker.

What will happen if

once the Negro ceases to be a slave...

and instead of wanting to be a worker,

wants to be the boss?

That's exactly what will happen

if we go on arguing about it.

Four months ago, Jos Dolores...

was on the Sierra Madre

with a few dozen men.

Then he reached Sierra Trinidad

with four or five hundred.

Now there are thousands.

Spreading through the lowlands.

It is my view that

if you don't take immediate action...

if you don't weave yourselves

into this revolt...

you'll be swept away.

Then your ex-slaves,

instead of becoming your workers...

will not become your bosses, Mr. Prada...

but your executioners.

Now, what are my interests in the matter?

And who am I?

Very simply,

I represent Her Britannic Majesty.

A British agent, if you prefer.

But actually, you know, England wants

the same thing that you want...

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