Screw your institutions!
Please have patience.
Go fuck a pig.
I didn't say that! You can all go to hell!
You never represent me.
You're always paraphrasing everything I say.
Censoring me.
And look at all your shit in my house!
I hate it. Get it out of here!
But I don't have a house.
I'm so desperate whenever I'm around you.
Sweet Jesus, Ellen, have mercy!
That man is no longer welcome in my house... ever!
Don't be absurd.
Ephraim Squier is important. Crucial!
He works for Cornelius Vanderbilt.
If I run for office, I'll need his support.
Who cares?
I hate all this talk about Manifest Destiny.
It's a cover-up for slavery.
Anyway, I thought you were going to stay with me.
I am.
But I can't avoid political discussions.
I'm a public figure, after all.
I don't trust you.
Ellen, please. I promise I'll never leave again.
Please, Ellen. I can't stand it when you're like this.
So what are you going to do about it?
What happened here?
What went wrong?
Sons of bitches!
Cowards! Murderer!
Our American brothers came here bringing peace, democracy and liberty!
And you killed them!
My God!
Protect these Americans...
who came to our country...
to improve our civilization...
and strengthen our economy.
Long live Nicaragua!
Long live the United States!
Clearly this is no ordinary asshole.
He has taken my town.
What am I going to do?
You'll do what you always do.
You'll make a deal.
Come on. Get ready.
I have a weakness for small men.
Small puritans obsessed by power.
Of course.
I like to bring them to their knees.
Gently...
...but always in the proper position.
So you like my country.
You are in my house, Colonel Walker.
And you will do what I want.
Williams, don't be sad. You were very good last night.
Not great, but for a gringo good enough.
But why? They were your own men.
You must sign, Ponciano.
It's the only way of getting rid of Walker.
I thought this Walker was a friend of yours.
He has confiscated my hacienda in Masaya.
Given it to his men.
The mad gringo is ripping us off.
First our land...
What next?
Our mistresses?
For God's sake, don't be childish.
You don't want to see him do that, do you, Ponciano?
What are you doing, papa?
Nothing.
We must send word to Honduras.
Ask Guardiola to intervene.
Guardiola? Guardiola is a butcher.
We need outside help.
- But we need guns more. - You can't be serious, Yrena.
Arm the peasants?
- That's all we need. - We must arm everyone...
...including our neighbors in Latin America...
...if we really want to get rid of these crazy gringos.
Son of a bitch.